Welcome to my day of the Blow Hard Tour 2009! I am delighted that you’re here. :)
When Sommer Marsden told us about her friend who said women don’t like giving blow jobs, it wasn’t the first time I’d heard that. As I said in Sommer’s comments section that day (which led me to here!), what seems unbelievable about that to me is the idea that any one sexual act would be presumed to be liked or disliked by an entire group of people based on their sharing of a biological characteristic. Could one really believe that all women or all men like or dislike any particular sexual act simply by virtue of their sex? The idea is mind-blowing to me. This tour, actually, has ironically demonstrated the individuality of sexual preference and attraction in myriad ways, which is one of the things I have loved about it.
So one of the things that hasn’t come up too overtly during the tour that happens to be one of my favorite things about blow jobs is the facial. I don’t know how I could talk about how much I love blow jobs without mentioning how much I love it when a man comes all over my face. I’m not sure why I find it so breathtakingly sexy, but I feel like I can’t get enough of it. According to my vote over at EllaRegina’s on Monday, I do swallow sometimes, but generally only if the circumstances request not making a mess. If I have my way, I love to make a mess. I like come all over my face, on my tits, in my hair, almost anywhere (steering clear of the eyes, of course).
Most of the blow job scenes I have written involve come ending up all over some part of the giver’s body if the blow job ends in orgasm (which of course it doesn’t always). The scene that follows is excerpted from a story that I just finished a few weeks ago. It is not published, so I can’t refer you to the rest of it, but this scene seemed to fit the subject, as it were. :)
I was still breathing heavily when the door scraped open again and Jake stepped out, smiling faintly as he met my eyes.
“You look like you’re ready to go.” He seemed just the way he had while working on my computer — straightforward, focused, businesslike. Even under the present circumstances the polish was still there.
It made me just as hot as I’d thought it would.
I chuckled breathlessly and found that I was too aroused and out of breath to formulate words. Jake’s focused expression took on a lustful tenor as he reached down and unbuckled his belt. He undid his pants and pulled his cock out; without instruction, I knew what part of me he had chosen to penetrate.
I smiled and gave him a wink as I dropped to my knees, taking his cock in my mouth and looking up at him as he drew in a quick breath. Knowing I only had a few minutes, I sucked hard and fast, taking his cock all the way in, growing wetter with every pump. Momentarily I drew back, saliva joining my lips and his cock as I looked up at him.
“I like this a little rough,” I whispered. “So if you have no objections, I would love it if you would grab my hair and push my head onto your cock when you come.”
Jake’s cool demeanor almost slipped as his mouth opened slightly and his eyes half closed. I resumed sucking his dick, and he snaked a hand around to the back of my neck. He grunted quietly as he acquiesced, gripping my hair with both hands and shoving my head forward rhythmically as his hot come started to spurt into my mouth. I looked up at him and gripped the base of his cock, stroking as he finished coming, letting it run across my lips and down my chin.
When he was done, I smiled. He did too, coolly, and backed up as he tucked his cock back into his pants.
“Thank you,” he said, reaching down to help me to my feet. He met my eyes. “You suck one hell of a cock.” For the first time, his voice was rough, and I thought I might come at the sound. With a nod, he turned toward the door. “See you inside.”
Of course, it’s not as though I don’t appreciate giving head that doesn’t end in a facial. On the contrary. An example is the following excerpt, a short one that starts off one of my stories published at Good Vibrations Magazine called “Play for Me.” These are its opening lines, and this time the story may be read in its entirety if you’d like here:
Grace knelt in front of him, topless, jeans unbuttoned, unzipped, as James sat on the couch in his basement. Languidly she leaned forward and brushed her tits over his erection. Looking up at him, she lowered her head and touched the tip of his cock with the tip of her tongue. Almost as quickly, she flicked it back into her mouth; James caught his breath, his hard cock throbbing inches from her face.
Gracefully she wrapped her manicured fingers around the base of his cock, lowering her mouth to it again. His head went back as she sucked slowly, fingertips brushing his balls as she sucked him almost lazily, obviously in no hurry for him to get off.
She pulled back. Dropping onto her heels, she scooted several inches away and gave him an innocent smile.
“Play for me,” she said.
And now for a little bit of humor, Kevin Smith-style:
(When he says, “You sucked that guy’s dick?!” I laugh out loud every time. While I admittedly find his big baby antics in this context amusing, I certainly appreciate the way she tells him off in the midst of them. ;))
It has been my pleasure to host you today, and thank you so much for stopping by. Please feel free to comment if you would like — as you may know, Sommer (the Dirty Cocksucking Instigator) will be drawing a name from the commentors throughout the tour to win this fabulous prize package! Thanks to all the participants who came before me and to those still to come. (Heh heh.) A big thanks especially to Sommer Marsden for instigating this blog tour and getting us all organized (on our knees in a nice little row…).
-Madonna “Like a Prayer”