Sometimes, it’s just extremely sexy watching a man be a man.
If you know me, you know I’m not one for gender roles and all that. Not every woman needs to know how to cook, wear makeup, or want kids. Every man does not need to know how to change a tire, be good with tools, or be tall and muscular.
However, I’d be lying if I’d say they didn’t do sinful things to me.
I’ve eaten out an almost uncountable number of gorgeous moms I am an absolute sucker for seeing them cradle their adorable babies in their arms. How could I not be turned on?
On the other side, I’ve traded blowjobs for getting my car fixed. Hardly an even trade. If anything, I come out ahead because not only do I get my car fixed, I get the added bonus of sucking his cock better than any woman he’s ever been with. Honestly, it hardly seems fair.
When I lived in Manhattan, specifically I dated a tall, handsome guy named Cameron. He looked athletic, but was far from it. Was uncoordinated, and preferred to stay in his apartment all day fixing computers instead of putting his gifted body to use. Yet I was with him because he was kind, sweet, and gentle. And that’s all he needed to be.
See, before Cameron, I was in a “situationship” with a guy who absolutely refused to stop exuding alpha male energy. Sounds sexy right? Being with a hot guy that could fuck and took what he wanted? Wrong. We could not go anywhere without him trying to take control of the room, treat routine conversations like competitions to make himself seem better, and trying to prove himself at every turn. It’s embarrassing to have to hide behind my menu when he goes into a 20 minute story about having the spiciest noodle dishes in Thailand on one of his *many* business trips, so having the spiciest dish in this restaurant “shouldn’t be a big deal.”
Not Cameron though. He was too emotionally mature to put me through what my old work did. But the sex… could’ve been better. Don’t get me wrong, it was good, but it was a combination of two of a total of four positions, at roughly the same medium speed. Every now and then he pinned me down, and tie me up, but he didn’t have the bravado required to really sell me that he was in control.
Except for one time.
A few blocks away from his apartment was a cozy little market. His date nights were cooking whatever I wanted, and me picking out a bottle of my favorite wine. I chose steak and potatoes this time. While he waits in line at the meat counter for steaks, I head off to find my favorite red. tells me to pick out my favorite bottle of wine. Any bottle I want. Only, my path is blocked halfway down the aisle.
All of 6 feet and a half and 200 pounds, a man in all black approaches me. Dressed in all black. His deep voice tried to boost my ego, but only served to make me uncomfortable.
“Damn, you looking good.”
On another single day, I’d have entertained him, but that opening line was surely a dealbreaker. “Thanks.” I say, looking for the first opening to get out of the aisle and back to my boyfriend.
However, that is something that this male is disinterested in occurring. “You doing good?”
I nod. “Yeah, just… shopping.”
He asks, “Well, I’m tryna take you shopping.”
“I’m alright, thanks.”
My heart is both sinking in my chest and accelerating. I just want to get out of the aisle and I feel as uncomfortable as can be.
He gets closer. “You sure?”
I’m ready to do my best to push past him and be on with my day, then most comforting voice I could hear comes in at the best time. Cameron walks over, and stands tall. He stares the man directly in the eyes. Chest out, shoulders broad.
“She’s fine. Thanks for asking.” He says, sternly.
Cameron was never one for conflict. Not once, not ever. To see him standing tall was gorgeous.
The tall man laughs. “Oh, are you like her man or something?”
Cameron’s face remains stoic, and he stands his ground. “Yeah, it’s exactly like that.”
The tension in the air is immeasurable. I wish to sink into the wall.
“Aight, bro. You got it.”
He walks off, but makes sure to give Cameron a dirty look on his way away from the aisle. My boyfriend didn’t look away either and made sure to return the favor.
When he was out of ear shot, he turned his attention to me; “Babe, you OK?”
“Yeah, just came at me like a jackass.” I say, forgetting all about the stranger and noticing how wet Cameron made me.
And he gives me a bright, warm smile. “Let’s get home. I can’t wait to get dinner started for you.”
I never remembered getting as horny, as quickly, as I ever had in my life, than in that exact than that moment right there.
We pay for our groceries, went to his car, and before we even pulled out of the parking lot, I was tying my hair up. I was about to show him exactly how hot he made me. I bend down into his crotch, and unzip his pants.
“Whoa! Hey baby!”
“Keep your eyes on the road please. I’m taking care of something.”
Like a good boy, he offers no resistance. I kiss him on the neck before I duck beneath the view of the remainder of traffic. His flaccid cock grows in my hand, and I waste no time wrapping my lips around it. In a few short seconds, it fills my mouth entirely.
From base to tip, I massage his cock with my tongue. I caress every inch, making sure to play with his tip as I go. I feel his muscles tighten, his thighs clench, and him trying to force himself to pay attention. Which of course, he was failing miserably at.
When it comes time to breathe, I look up, and see his gorgeous eyes staring at me.
I stroke his dick and smile. “Babe. Eyes. Road.”
He moans, and tries his best to return to focus.
Too bad I am too busy taking all of it from him. When we get to each red light, I torture him. While the car is idle, I deepthroat his cock, forcing down as much of him as I can take. MY hand and mouth work at his shaft in perfect tempo. A steady, consistent pace.
Just like he liked to fuck. He never pounded me too slow like he was trying to make love, or pounded me too fast like the whore I think I am. It was steady, each second finding the right angles and positions, and packed with meticulous detail.
I salivate at the taste of his precum, and I keep pumping for more. His palms grip the back of my head, lost in my curls.
I smack it away quickly. “Hands on the wheel. 10 and 2.”
“Babe,” he pulls off from the light. “Other drivers can see you.”
I unbuckle my seat belt and inch ever closer to him. “And? That makes it hotter right?”
His cock goes from soft to throbbing.
I lick it from base to tip, then suck on his tip before downing it all as far down my throat as I can manage. Tension builds in his entire lower body, and I feel like I can suck almost all of it out of him.
*Fucking give it to me.*
At every red light, he sinks in his seat, looking around to see if any cars or passerby notice me going down on him. I’m sure some do, it’s just part of the fun. I love an audience, but that is a story for another day.
He watches me give him a show, so I drool on his cock, then go down and slurp it all up. He goes wild, bucking against my mouth. He moans so goddamn sexy. I want to crawl across this car and fuck him crazy.
“Shit, baby. I’m close!” he cries
He only told me what I already knew. His thighs were tight, legs were shaking. I’m stunned he could drive so well through the city with his toes curled so tightly on that gas pedal. He’s squirming in his seat, and I am in complete control.
I can feel his balls tense, and his entire body convulses. His cock pulses, and he creampies my throat. My savory reward. I swallow each and every drop. And for the extra razzle dazzle, even when I know that I’ve siphoned every sample of semen his cock has to give, I keep sucking. For no other reason that to show off and take his soul from him.
He parks in the lot to his apartment, and he can finally breathe when I take my mouth off his throbbing piece.
“You’re… unreal baby. I can’t keep up with you.” he said through deep breaths.
“I know.” I kissed him on the cheek, “I remember you saying something, about dinner. All that cum gave me an appetite.”
“Nothing like a pre-dinner BJ to get me started.” He shoves his tongue inside me and we makeout in a deep passion, clawing at each other.
We went right upstairs and fucked. Twice. We were never able to get dinner started.
Of all my flings and exes, Cameron is among my favorites. It was a shame we could never make it work. He was always too focused on work, often putting in 60 to 70 hours just to get ahead. I never knew what I wanted to do with my life besides travel and figure it out, so just following him around, taking whatever job that was available never felt quite right.
We’re still on good terms though, he’s a very in demand digital media producer, and we talk often, and we fuck every time I visit.
And me? Well, I’m still sucking cock and still happy for it.
That’s what really matters, am i right?
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/g3pjwb/confessions_of_a_cocksucking_queen_part_2_reward