I miss my lover's cock. It's been a week since I've seen him now. I say
that partly because I just sent him an email telling him that, knowing
it would get a rise out of him 2,000 miles away on tour.Partly it's
true, although there is a lot more about him I miss too. Regarding that
body party, though, he taught me well.
The first time we had sex, he told me he would not cum in my mouth until
I deserved it. I thought, "Okay, that's cool with me." I didn't see the
punishment in it. I don't mind swallowing but I can take it or leave it.
But when he got to that point and was ready to burst, he pushed me away and started to jerk in front of me. I was so wet I
instinctively opened my mouth for him. But instead he came all over me
chest. I loved the way hot cum feels squirted on me so it was a lot of
fun for me. For several times after, he did that every time I would give him a blow
job.
After awhile I got curious. I liked watching him squirt but
whenever he was about to, I started to really want it in my mouth too.
One day while cuddled up to him, I asked him what I had to do to taste his cum.
I knew it would turn him on. "For starters, you have to ask," he
replied. "But I'm still not going to let you until you have sucked my
cock the way I like and do a good job."
After thinking for a minute. He decided it was time for a lesson
right there and then. He undressed me and told me to get on my knees. He
then stripped down as well. After putting his cock in my mouth, he began
giving me orders.
"Moan for me. Moan for me while you suck it. If I have to, I push your head down hard to get noise
out of you," he said.
He told me he wanted me to play with myself, to show him how much
sucking his cock turned me on. He told me he could feel the extra
excitement in my tongue. When he knew I was really excited, he told me
to take his cock deep at the same time. I found it did give me an extra
rush.
After a while, he pulled it out.
"Do you want more?, " he asked. "Say please." He slapped my
face with it, then masturbated above me for a few minutes, before making
me lick his pre-cum and then pushing it back into my mouth.
"That's it. I want you to show me what a good little
slut you are. You love Cock don't you. You love being
fed. Suck on it. You like the way I taste? You like the way
I feel in your mouth? You want my cum?," he went on, getting more
excited.
"Answer me."
But when it came time to ask him if I could have his cum in my mouth, I
had trouble getting the words out. He spanked me and made me say it but
my voice sounded hollow to me and it wasn't good enough for
him. When he finished, he came all
over my face instead. Over the next week or so, I
tried to beg a little better for him but he would get angry and say I
was not trying hard. "I don't think you really want it. You are thinking
about saying it right instead of letting the moment take you. I want you
to be more eager and emotional about it," he told me.
He would stand over me and squirt on me again. I began to learn he
thought of that as a punishment. He told me I looked like a whore when I had cum on my face. I learned that was what humiliation was
for. He wanted to degrade me into being thought of as nothing but a
slut. Only then, he explained would I act like one. And that was what he
wanted in the bedroom. It was what kept him hard for me so often.
His tactic definitely worked because it did make me try harder
although I was mad at him at first too, but I realized this had all been
planned by him from the beginning. He had just been patient enough to
draw it out to keep our sex life fresh, his way of saving something to
always look forward to.
When he finally did cum in my mouth, I liked it more than I ever had
before. It seemed like an honor, a hard working for reward and a moment
of intimacy between us that was very special.
