Oral 101

You see this cock? This is your cock now. You are going to make it come harder and stronger than it ever has before.

Now your mouth is my mouth. Your cock, my mouth. Get it?

You have the most incredible smile. I love the way you smile. Open up your mouth as wide as you can. Come on, wider. Let me see. OK, I’m gonna stick my fingers in your mouth so you start getting used to what it feels like. Yeah, OK, you see how when I push down, you drool a lot? That’s the kind of pressure I’m talking about. I want you to be just salivating all over this thing like it’s the most delicious sausage you ever ate.

Start by kissing it on the side. That’s right, take it in your hands, kissing, lick it all over. Run your mouth back-and-forth on it. It’s nice, right? It’s soft and hard at the same time, velvet and smooth. Like the most incredible adventure you’ll ever enjoy.

Take the head, and roll your tongue around. That’s right. Grab it by the base, and just lap at it like it’s a popsicle. Good. Good.

Feel my balls with your hand, yeah, kiss them and rub them on your cheek. Take the skin and just hold it between your teeth, just a little bit. Nice.

All the way in. Slow and easy. Push me back with your mouth. Work your cheeks. I know you have more space in your throat. You can do a lot better than that. Push! Okay, you’re getting it.

Open up your blouse. Yeah. Let me see those tits. God, you’re beautiful.

Now I want you to come from your neck and bob up and down. Try to keep your head and neck straight, and then move from your chest. Use your shoulders if you need to. Yeah, that’s good.

You’ve got to be breathing through your nose. You don’t have your mouth to breathe with and I don’t want you to get overtired. Try to breathe and pump and breathe and pump.

Don’t be afraid to drool a lot. Just let it wash over it. It’s not gross, it’s not disgusting, it’s what I want. Yeah, get it all over your face, get it all over your tits. Yeah, try and use your whole body going around it, that’s right.

Keep up the motion, and reach down and start touching yourself. Yeah, I like to watch you. I think about you getting dirty, it makes me hot. Yeah, get yourself wet. Open up that little pussy and show me some pink. Pink is my favorite color.

Baby, I’m about to come, and I don’t want you to waste a single drop of it, right? You keep breathing and you keep swallowing. Here we go, here we go.

Slow down, slowly. Gentle. Just hold me in your mouth and try not to move.

OK, let me go and come on up here. That was magnificent!

Locker Room Ritual

She walks in to the empty locker room heavily, her footfalls echoing. She sets her heavy bag on the bench and goes to the sink. The cool water runs over her hands and fingers; she mutters to herself as she rinses them without soap.

I must have watched her do this a hundred times, but there’s always more to her ritual. She lets the water run for a few minutes and rolls her neck back and forth, raising her shoulders up and down. She opens her mouth wide, like a lion, and lolls her tongue back and forth.

There are cameras behind the mirrors, in each showerhead and soap dispenser, within each locker, and scattered throughout the room. There are microphones embedded in the paper towel dispenser, the sink, countertop, benches, and lockers. It’s a sophisticated recording studio, a pet project. I own the building, and the contractors were all close friends. Julie is a new hire, especially excited by the free gym access and personal lockers that the job provides.

She takes a paper towel, uses it to turn off the water, and dries her hands with it. She drops the wet wad in the trash and walks back to her locker. She unbuttons her suit jacket slowly and shrugs it off her shoulders. She folds it vertically, and arranges the sleeves so they can be folded as part of a square. She regards herself in the locker mirror, examining her eyebrow raise, the inside of her nostrils, and the bags under her eyes. She undoes the tie in back of her hair, and lets it shake out widely, massaging her scalp and humming to herself. She then sits on the bench to remove her shoes, placing them neatly in the locker.

She begins to slowly unbutton her shirt, revealing her lovely warm golden cleavage beneath her starched white blouse. She pulls each tail from her skirt, and sheds it like a second skin. The white bra is simple, humble, quickly discarded. She checks the door, and pauses, waiting for an intruder. She strokes her hands down her torso, grinning as her nipples erect themselves on her angelic breasts. She bites her lip devilishly and drops her skirt in a heap on the ground, quickly shucking off her stocking socks in a second. She eyes the skirt for a moment as her fingers dip down her abdomen, just below her navel and approaching the treasure. She breaks the movement and quickly retrieves and folds the skirt atop her pile.

She now stands before the bathroom mirror, trembling in anticipation and stealing glances at the door, waiting for interruption. She briskly tucks her thumbs on either side of her g-string and pulls it off. She sits back on the bench, tilts the locker door mirror toward herself. She cups a breast with one hand and her crotch in the other, and begins to slowly squeeze and gyrate. She puts two fingers into her mouth, closing her eyes and bobbing her head like an act of fellatio. Spreading her legs wide across the bench, she arches her back and thrusts her chest upward. She then extracts her glistening fingers and applies them to her sex, running a hand along the length of her neck, encircling it, squeezing gently. A quiet murmur escapes her lips, captured by the microphones.

She rotates her hips against her hand, increasing the pressure, and grabs her breast hard; the skin visibly reddens under her grip. Now her full form is tense and twisting in ecstasy at her debauch, and she begins to audibly pant and gasp as the orgasm breaks like a wave across her.

Every day at six, like clockwork.