Phone buzzes. Jeremy’s voice cracks. Wife blocks anal. Refuses to swallow. I smirk. Ancient lover spilling secrets. Later, Marjorie nails it: ‘We’re all swallowers for someone.’ Truth hits hard.
Men differ. With my guy, no swallow. He calls it dirty. Suits me fine. But context flips the switch. Early days, I begged first boyfriend to cum in my mouth. Texture gross. Spat it out. Rinsed fierce.
The Mutation
Years later, dominant porn-obsessed dude forced it. Bitter, acrid taste. Revulsion. Then the shift. He stroked himself. I edged orgasm. Thrust deep. Hot jets down my throat mid-climax. Boom. Linked forever. Craved it after.
Marjorie’s words ignite memory. Burgundy weekend. Twenties. English exec, fifteen years older. Dragged me from Paris pub. Weeks of frenzy in my student studio. Now, his cabriolet roars. Burgundy bound. Château domain awaits.
Hour’s drive. Summer heat. Tight short dress. No panties. Wind teases thighs. Morning quickie left me hungry. All day, villages, châteaux blur. Mind screams: fuck me now.
Road back. His hand climbs thigh. Discovers bare pussy. Thumb circles clit. Finger plunges. I squirm. Top down. Trucks ogle. Exhibition rush. Adrenaline spikes. Power surges. I’m the fantasy.
Château room. Door slams. He rips dress off. Naked. He stays clothed. On back. I straddle four-pawed. Fingers tease clit, dive deep. One, two, three. Soaked. Insane.
Unzip. Cock hard. Tease with tongue flicks. Circle glans. Lips hover. He bucks. I yield. Suck deep. Balance on one arm. Grip shaft. He finger-fucks harder. Mouth-fuck builds. Lips tighten. Tongue rides ridge. Edge of orgasm.
The Exploit
He lifts. Pauses. Twitches. Jets flood cheeks. Sweet, mild. Gulp every drop. Lick clean. He floats. I’m wired. Pile of fire.
Revive him. Ten minutes. Hard again. Kneel bed-edge. Wall brace. Doggy. Pounds deep. Kneads tits rough. More. Hand back. Pull cock from pussy. Guide to ass. Camber. Relaxed, eager. He surges. Balls-deep.
Cry rips. Slow out, pleasure moan. Builds. Fierce. Deep. Fast. Clit rub. Orgasm explodes. Violent. Anus clenches. He erupts. Hot seed floods.
Perfect storm. Person. Context. Village tour? Skip it next time.
No call back. Fresh hot. Reheated? Meh. Secret fuels daytime grind. Avocate armor on. Night? Unleashed. Stronger. Untouchable.
Shadow claims me. Paris pulses. Mask up. Power hidden. Heroine eternal.