my swallow - cock sperm

[Rachel2]

To me, a beautiful cock is the most incredible edifice God created. It is worthy of my full attention and worship. Lately, I've been having fantasies involving giving a blowjob that takes on this almost ceremonial or religious experience. Sometimes it is my man's cock of which I am dreaming. At other times, it is a someone from my past. And yet, seemingly more often, it is a complete stranger's beautiful cock about which I find myself thinking. When I find the right connection with an alpha male, I understand the dual role he plays in treating me as both an inscribed supplicant - through his verbal reinforcement - and an eminent lover - through his kind, soft words. For that moment in time, his cock is my altar and I am its disciple. I feel an uncompromising dedication and shameless desire to ensure its complete pleasure and fulfilling climax.

For me, the look of a penis, bulging in a tight set of boxer briefs, is like a mixed mystery of emotion and need. I want to knead and massage, kiss and adore...honor the bulge as it grows and thickens, press my cheek and mouth against the firm fabric. This cock is my harbor and I am a wounded vessel in need of refuge.

I dream of slowly lowering his undergarment, freeing his wonderful manhood from its binding - carefully, sensitively and with care. I look up and eye him erotically as I show - with my lips and eyes - my signs of surprise, intense desire and complete praise of its glory. I begin my homage to his phallus - with touch, scent and taste - gently but confidently. His cock begins to grow in stature and I feel it pulsate and warm as it swells. My oral service is testament to my submission. His erection is symbolic confirmation of my service...my safety and my solace. I whisper how I truly adore this cock.

I deliberately release it from my petite hands and watch the heavy head gently slap against his thigh...droplets of cum - like honey - stick to his muscled leg. I quickly lick and clean and honor the premonitions of his seed as I lustfully verbalize my affection of this magnificent cock. I reach for his thickening staff and lift up to lick the undercarriage and gather a hint of his masculine aroma. Inserting his expansive bulb slowing past my soft, full lips, I allow it to fill my wet and wanton mouth. I feel its size, weight and sheer heat in my oral cavity. I begin to move up and down, in and out - sometimes using my hands to slide and stimulate - as I loudly suck, gurgle and slurp on his member. I feel it reach and retreat from the opening of my willing, yet fearful, throat. I hold it at my reluctant portal and allow my gag reflex to relax...carefully reaching deeper depths. I move only a little, letting him fuck my throat, as I feel his shaft touch my tonsils and beyond. I allow his head to move in and out of my breath passage as long as I can until, unwillingly, my uncompromising need for air requires me to release my grip. As his mushroom pops from my mouth, I gasp loudly for oxygen while I stroke my throat juices down his slick shaft. Breathing hard and deep, my throat burning from his length, I begin again. Moaning increasingly audible, I become completely and totally engulfed in my session of worship and service. I can't seem to get enough of this magnificent cock and, in no uncertain terms, does he know this. I am a wanton slut and a cock craving whore in this moment. It is tribute of my complete supplication, hopeless devotion and submissive gratitude to my divinity.

I feel him harden and the pulsing of his member quickens. I anticipate the culmination and eruption of his seed. I feel the slight thrust of his hips as he holds my shoulders and the back of my head. I hear his breath quicken, he grows quiet and I feel the pulse of his supreme muscle deep in my mouth. With a slight pause of all sight and sound, I hear his deep, primal bellow. Suddenly and forcibly, he erupts his sweet nectar powerfully into my mouth and throat. A surreal sense of accepting communion occurs in my soul as he explodes in my mouth. I dare not stop or gag or lose a drop of his holy fluid. I murmur again and again as I engorge the shaft...using my hands to milk every drop of his semen out - every droplet of nectar he will provide my willing lips.

When I feel his release, I know my service is complete yet I remain transfixed. In a moment of quiet meditation and appreciation, I verbalize my indebtedness for allowing me to receive his cum. I worship the mechanism of this gift lovingly before I rise and retrieve a warm, wet cloth. I kneel down on my knees and lick and kiss the shaft to ensure not another drop of his serum remains - ensuring I've collected any untold precious juice from his glorious member. I wipe his still thick, softening cock and spent scrotum gently. He appreciates the warmth and tells me how good it feels. I acknowledge my complete indulgence in worshiping his beautiful cock as I wipe him adoringly. I confirm my reverence and admiration for his wonderful magnum. Complete and total attention, full devotion, uncompromising adoration and entire oral service of his cock is my submission and my lesson.

[Father_Orion]

i agree

[SW1]

Originally Posted by UrbanSolstice

Well then. I did enjoy reading, But it seemed a bit rushed. Thanks for posting!

A bit rushed? A bit thick with the metaphors!
But, You did a nice job allowing me to feel the climax with you.
"I feel the slight thrust of his hips as he holds my shoulders and the back of my head. I hear his breath quicken, he grows quiet and I feel the pulse of his supreme muscle deep in my mouth."
SW

[xpepinitox]

Hey t w, i really enjoyed your writing .

To be honest, i wish i was at least one of those guys in your writing :-D.