An Unexpected Pleasure

Swallowing was one of her hard limits. Simply put, she wasn't going to do it. She demanded that I tap her gently on the head if I was ever close. She abandoned the job at the first sign of pre-cum.

This wasn't a deal breaker because I really enjoyed fucking her. She had the tightest and most beautiful pussy I ever had my cock inside of. In the beginning, we were in a long distance relationship, so I wasn't able to regularly fuck her. When we reunited after (sometimes) several weeks without seeing each other, I couldn't wait to feel her body from inside out. Now we live together, and although I still feel every bit connected to her as I did before, the thrill of absence and the subsequent patiently awaiting the next encounter has departed from our relationship.

In the early stages of our relationship, the first real weekend we spent together we ended up in bed seven times. I could not keep myself off of her. It can take several months to break in a new lover, but it felt natural being in between her legs. That is how intense our sexual chemistry was and still is.

The first time we fucked, when I arrived at the point of no return, I retreated my hips from in between her legs. She immediately grabbed my dick with her hand and began stroking me as I was oozing semen all over her stomach.

She looked me deeply in the eye and asked "Who's making you cum?"

"You are baby!" I responded, as she drained every drop of fluid from me.

The sensation of being stroked while I was cumming was amazing! No one had ever done that before! In the past, cumming was something that would put a hard stop to the sexual act, involving a short period to clean up.

With my current partner the sex is amazing, because she makes cumming amazing. She laughs when I call it by its clinical name : Post Orgasm Torture or to the laymen- fucking someone dry.

At first, I mostly came on her tummy, but I occasionally came on her beautiful breasts. Once, I even came on her face. She told me that I didn't need to ask her permission to do any of this. That in the heat of the moment, I should just do what I felt, and that talking about it ruined the spontaneity.

One year into our relationship, she allowed me to start cumming inside of her. But honestly, I missed pulling out with her. She made pulling out amazing.

In the past, when I was nearing completion, I would ejaculate onto a towel, or recoil into a kneeling position so my inner thighs could take the hit. This would spare the sheets a trip to the washing machine. But she loved me and loved when I came, and especially loved when I came on her. This was the closest I ever felt to anyone, both emotionally and physically.

One day we were in bed being playful and she started to go down on me. This is her unspoken method for indicating that she wants to fuck, by warming up my cock with her mouth.

She mostly dabbled with the tip of my penis, occasionally taking my whole manhood into her mouth. She did this move where she would hold my cock with her thumb and ring finger to make it feel like more of her mouth was around my shaft.

This was slowly becoming the best blowjob I had ever had...And yes, she was the gold medal winner of dick sucking so all of the best blowjobs were courtesy of her amazing mouth. But this time she was really into it. The rhythmic motion of her sucking me off, her carefully timed exhale of hot breath flaring across the top of my balls, was pure ecstasy

I was gently thrusting my pelvis upward to softly fuck her mouth. I loved how her long hair felt on my balls and ass, but I held back her hair so I could watch her suck my cock. I was really trying to enjoy the moment which I anticipated ending soon. I held her by the back of the neck- not forcing her to stay there, but to subtly imply that I wanted this moment to last longer.

She stopped sucking my cock and laid her head on my stomach, still stroking my phallic member. Her lips were kissing the head and I could feel her tongue licking my slit. She kept stroking and I could feel the tense build up. My balls were tingling as I could feel the semen building up inside of them. The tip of my cock started to ooze pre-cum that formed a clear, thin rope of fluid that connected to her lower lip. She playfully tasted it and licked my cock clean.

To my surprise, she placed my rock hard cock back in her mouth and started to suck intensely. I could tell by her body language she was trying to make me cum. My cock swelled with the sensation of being flooded with semen. My mind wandered for a moment and contemplated what it might be like to actually cum inside of her mouth. I never came in anyone else's mouth before. Truthfully, as good as the idea sounded, I didn't know if I was ready to take my relationship to the cum in the mouth stage.

My thoughts immediately refocused on my partner's fellatio, as I felt my cock about to erupt. I gently tapped her on the head and whispered emphatically "Babe, I'm gonna cum!".

She swiftly withdrew her mouth and began stroking my cock at a feverish pace, pounding my balls with each pump of her hand. I assumed she wanted me to finish by ejaculating onto her lips, because her mouth hovered less than an inch from the task at hand.

She then swallowed my cock with her mouth and began to suck me off again. I began to panic because I feared she hadn't understood my previous prompt to "cease and desist or else". Not wanting to grab her by the head, I began to arch my hips backward in an attempt to gently withdraw from her mouth.

"Babe, I'm gonna cum!" I repeated, only this time I with a greater sense of urgency. I began to gently, but imperatively, pull her head away from my groin.

I could feel her stiffen her neck to prevent me from moving her head. It was then when I realized..."She wants to make me cum with her mouth!"

After all, we did have a signal to let her know when I was about to explode. I became instantly calm, and relaxed my body which became tense from what I thought was about to be a terrible miscommunication. I gently grabbed her by the hair and twisted it in my hand creating a makeshift scrunchy, to keep her hair out of the blast zone.

The build up had stalled, like the heat being turned down on a pot of water. She withdrew her mouth but kept the momentum going by giving me a hand job. She pounded away at my throbbing cock for about a minute. I could feel my juices fill the chamber.

"I am so close!" I exclaimed!

She continued to stroke my dick with her hand. I began to moan regularly as I was on the verge of exploding. Her mouth was so close to my cock I could feel the heat from her lips. I was motioning my body towards her mouth. I wanted to be inside of her mouth one last time. I wanted her to make me cum with her mouth!

Just as disappointment was about to set in she enveloped my cock with her mouth. She had a rhythmic intensity that was able to reinstate my prior build-up. I was 5-10 good strokes from cumming. Her mouth was sloppy, wet, and warm and felt like a pussy with teeth. My cock was locked and loaded and ready to fire the first round.

I tapped her head frantically screaming " Babe, I'm Cumming!"

I imagined one of two things happening.

She was either going to avoid my sperm at all costs and finish me with an arm's length hand job directing my payload to my stomach. Or, she would take my cum all over her face as she gently stroked me dry.

Instead neither of these happened. I emptied the first pulsating round of semen into her tightly closed mouth.

Time immediately stood still. I was watching her mouth slowly ride up from the base of my shaft towards the tip waiting for her to realize what happened and angrily spit my cock and semen out of her mouth. I remember thinking to myself, she is never going to blow me again.

But she didn't spit out my cock or my cum, instead she thrusted her head downward onto my shaft as I continued to explode.

She confidently departed from my cock giving my shaft a few more strokes as if to see if every drop had been expelled. Her lips rose to meet mine and her erect tongue forced its way past my lips. I timidly opened my mouth and reluctantly began to french kiss her, expecting to experience what I tasted like.

We talked about cum-kissing /cum- swapping and in the past, but it didn't seem to interest her. I imagined all of the scenarios that could play out. I could pull out and finish in her mouth then immediately start to kiss her. I could cum on her face or tits, then lick them clean. I could even fill her moistened pussy with my juices then begin to eat my own cream pie.

I recently masturbated and collected a small sample of myself so I could experience what I tasted like. That way I wouldn't balk at the last second in the heat of the moment.

Not to toot my own horn, I actually didn't taste bad.

As our lips locked, my tongue surveyed her mouth for any, shall we say, unique flavors. I fully expected to receive a rush of warm liquid pushed back into my mouth. If there was, I would have graciously accepted it. I was experiencing a sea of sexual ecstasy that I had never felt before. After all she let me come inside of her mouth, if she wanted to return some of it back, who was I to refuse?

But the only thing she had to offer was her beautiful lips and her devilish tongue. She kept the rest to herself.

She swallowed.

I never knew why she decided to do it. She just did. In fact to this day, I never asked.

She has swallowed on two other occasions since then, and both times they were extremely intense experiences. Her only complaint is that sometimes I make the task difficult, because when I'm close, my body contorts making it difficult for her to proceed, or I grab her head intensely, which can sometimes cause her discomfort.

I keep two ropes hidden under our bed. I fantasize about her tying me up spread eagle to restrict my movement so she could then have her way with me.

I'll let you know how that goes;)