Two Wet Spots

I had an amazing orgasm the other day. It was amazing not because of how long or strong it was, but because of how it came about: I was giving a blowjob. I wasn't touching myself. (Nor was I humping the bed!)  This was just supposed to be a warm-up teasing blowjob before a little ‘vanilla-ish' sex…just a little foreplay.

I took off my clothes and  scooched across the bed on my belly to where Whitman was standing naked.  His cock was at perfect mouth level, and half-hard while he waited (what I like to call a "corky" instead of a ‘woody'). I slid his gorgeous cock in my mouth, and as he moaned, he grew harder. I felt myself get instantly wet.  I brought my hands up to the base of his cock while my elbows stayed on the bed, and I must have looked very much like I had my chin in my hands.

Except for the penis in my mouth.

Whitman began to slowly slide his cock in and out, fucking my face, but slowly, gently, methodically. I never took my mouth off of him, sliding up and down in rhythm with his thrusts. Wet and extra-slippery saliva pooled in my hands, then began to run down my arms. I felt it dripping, and felt my cunt began to throb.  I squeezed my legs a little, pressing myself into the mattress slightly.

I kept sucking, swirling my tongue around the head slightly, but mostly just enjoying the  cock in my face. Whitman picked up the pace a little, then grabbed my hair in each hand, fucking, fucking, fucking… I was SO TURNED on by the way he just fucked my face. In my mind, I became just a fuckhole and a hot, wet, place for him to get his rocks off.

As I had that "fuckhole" thought, Whitman reached down and moved my right hand from his cock to cup his balls. I cupped, I pressed a little on his perineum, I drooled. The puddle under my arms was growing, and my arms were shiny-slick with spit. There was a big wet spot on the bed below my face. Whitman's cock was soooo fucking hard. He held my hair, he fucked my face, (still steadily and hard, but not roughly), and I had the most AMAZING ORGASM.

I was shocked to feel it coming and even more shocked to feel it happen. (As I've mentioned before, I'm a creature of my own masturbating habits, and more often than not, all body parts need to be arranged just so for me to get off.)  Somehow the self-objectification, combined with the steady sucking / face fucking, the spit everywhere, and the pressure of the bed under my clit led to the perfect storm-gasm. This was not quite "thinking off" but close!

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