I have this competitive streak, so when I heard about the longest blowjob he’d ever received, well…I wasn’t going to stand for that.
Literally, of course, and yes I think you saw all of this word play coming.
Oh wait, first I meant to finish up that last time I wrote about needing him, because I wanted to at least allude to how he slipped into my house that night, into my bed, and fucked my throat. First I half-woke and sleepily teased his cock with my tongue, but he had other priorities. He turned to his side and flipped his left leg over, pinning my head between his knees while he laid on his hip, braced the back of my head with his hand, and fucked my throat until he came.
It took me by surprise, and he was so far down my throat that I didn’t even taste him. My best indication of him coming was the gasps he gave and my sudden inability to breathe.
Anyway it was a nice midnight interlude.
But I want to account for the morning I officially overwrote this one, the Intentionally Long Blowjob. This is not so much bragging as it is a desire to mark it with something, because while I know we’ve already gone longer than that Long One he had, there are no data to corroborate.
So I woke up and saw the time and lazily began to drag my tongue up and down his shaft, sometimes holding the head of his cock in my mouth while I did, and otherwise just playing with no real purpose but to touch and lie there. He was already hard when I started, but hardened more as I played, and eventually woke up.
I thought about our plans for the morning (we had none). I thought about that record someone else held with him. I thought about how needful I was. Yeah, this was definitely the right time.
I pulled his torso so he would lie on his side, and I could take his cock in my mouth while I laid there and played with myself. I wanted to cum with his cock in my mouth.
He fell back asleep, and I stroked my clit until I came, moaning and squeezing his cock in my mouth while I did.
That woke him up again. I asked if he would lie still, because I wanted to go again. It was my birthday, after all.
Round II. I don’t remember much about that except I kept sucking his cock and stroking my clit until I came again, and he moaned with desire. Or perhaps discomfort; he’d been on his side awhile at that point.
But not long enough. I took a quick sip of water and noted the time. Not even halfway. Good.
I shifted on top of him as he became more conscious, and we talked for a bit, or rather he spoke and I listened. I dragged my tongue from the base of his balls up and along the front of his hard cock all the way up to the head, and back down. I answered with as many “mmm-hmmms” as I could, so he could feel the vibration of it.
Then he asked me what time it was. I took a look at the clock and told him we were halfway through, and then asked if he had any neckties available. He raised his eyebrows at my sudden departure from normal pre-coffee words. I’m sure he could see I had something up my…er…anyway, I chose a couple of the ties that were available for ruin and secured his wrists to the headboard. I climbed on top of him again and leaned really close in to his face while I reached down and squeezed his cock and informed him, “I’m taking the record.”
Then I went to town. Aggressively. I used teeth, I sucked hard, I pulled as much precum as I could. He fought against the restraints, seemingly enjoying the game, and managed to grab a handful of my hair with one of the tied up hands. So… I reached down to the hair around his cock and grabbed some myself.
This almost elicited his safe word.
I returned to sucking his cock more gently when he let go of my hair, and he asked me about my plan. I did not disclose, and then he made reference to some plan of his own, and when he would not disclose, I got irritated and…well…I reached out and slapped his very hard, very erect cock.
Not too hard, but enough that I think I actually surprised him.
That was more satisfying than overwriting The Record. I didn’t think I could usually elicit a surprise, and I certainly hadn’t planned to do that.
Anyway, eventually my shoddy knot came loose on one side, and then I wanted him to touch me anyway so I released the other side, and I shifted my pussy over his face. I wanted to come again, and he was growling for my pussy on his lips. I hesitated, of course, because I didn’t want to lose this record-grab over a technicality, but then I’d already come twice so I figured that legality was already out the window.
Also it’s pretty much impossible to resist his tongue.
This was a good choice, because I got to feel him cum into my mouth while I was on his, while most of our skin was touching, and then I sank onto him as I slowly loosened my lips around his cock. I like to keep him in my mouth for another minute or so afterward and feel the stiffness of his cock change.
I peeled my face away from his hip and reached out to press his phone.
Perfect timing, to the minute, and we didn’t even ruin the ties.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9jng50/overwriting_that_long_blowjob_mf