No Control Blow job – and a good spanking

I wrote this about 2 and half months ago. Back when it happened. Since then I have been so bitterly fucked off with this boy I couldn’t bring myself to post it. But I’ve seen fit, in my enormous capacity for magnanimity, to forgive him. Which turned out not to be so hard when he flew to Dublin just to get me to talk to him. Even my robot-hearted senses had their cogs moved. 

think I’ve done the right thing, we’ll have to see. 

 (Oh alright. Of course we weren’t just going to talk. But he didn’t know that, I might just as easily have shut the door in his face and told him good luck)

Anyway, this is what happened the last time I saw him:

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I love it when someone pulls something new on me. I love learning. I love it when someone really knows what they’re doing and does it properly.

 

I was aware that he might be good at this and he had mentioned that he was going to spank me properly. I’d been slapped before but not properly not like he was intending. I was also conscious that he might be good at it and I’d waited a long time to find out.

It’s exactly what I’ve fantasised about.

He’s naked, I’m naked, we’re on his bed.

He’s kneeling up, his hands are free. He tells me to get on all fours. I do. And he angles me around so that he has my head by his cock and his hand near my arse.

He holds my head close to his cock. It’s solid and fully up and I want it in my mouth badly. He knows this and is toying with me. Calmly he tells me what he’s going to do to me and that I’m going to do it properly and with no mistakes, or he’ll have to start again.

He’s going to spank me as I suck him off and I’m not to break rhythm. I’m to count as he slaps me, I’m to thank him and call him Sir.

I hate this and I love it. My heart is racing and I know I’m wet.

 

He finally lets me have his cock in my mouth. He tells me that sometimes he’ll let me do what I want to it and sometimes he’ll control it. That he’ll make me gag on it or force my head down and make me choke. This excites me more. I don’t know what’s coming with the slaps and I don’t know what’s coming with the blow job. I have no control. I am directing none of this.

All pleasure is out of my hands, all I can do is obey.

And hope.

 

He lets me suck him for a little while as he explains how he wants it and what he expects of me. All the while he gently has one hand on the back of my neck, fingers curled in my hair but not forcing me to anything. His other hand is a flat palm and is circling my arse, gently, softly, encouragingly. All my senses are heightened waiting for him to strike. Will it be the mouth or the arse first? It feels like this goes on for an age when in all likelihood it’s not even two full minutes – stroking me, with all the measured calm of an owner. But every delicate curl of his fingers in my hair, every warm, sweet rub of my arse peaks my adrenaline with its ambiguous tenderness – what is coming…?

I am aching for him. God I wish there was another one of him underneath me licking me, eating me.

 

He takes his time and the first move is to shove my head down hard onto his cock so that I gag. He holds me there – just long enough and calls me a good girl in that darkly lustful and controlling tone. And just as he releases my head he wallops my arse for the first time. I barely have his cock out of my throat as I release it from my mouth fully to say the words. I struggle with these, both to catch my breath and to say the actual words. I hate them, this isn’t who I am. But I want to. I want to be owned by him. I want to obey and at the same time rail against it. This is delicious torture. I want to surrender to his control. I want to trust that he will push me only so far. That he knows what he’s doing. I don’t have to think what to do, I don’t have to guess, I don’t have to do anything – I just have to obey and surrender to my own rising pleasure.

 

I’m out of breath and have let the spit drip all down his solid cock and I manage to say it. ‘One thank you….. Sir’. The Sir is the hardest part. I think he knows this. When he had told me before that he was going to spank me properly he had started out telling me that he was going to make me count. This is standard they teach it in Spanking 101. But I’ve never had anyone do it to me. Then he told me he was going to make me thank him. I reeled at this but in his polite and lovely way he convinced me that it was going to happen and that I would do it. Conversations passed and moved on and once he had the agreement on the ‘thank you’ he introduced the notion that I would be calling him Sir. Again I balked at this but he knew he had me, he knew I was going to do it – he knew I wanted it.

 

So I said it and before I can catch my breath properly he shoves my head back down onto his cock, makes that satisfied mmmmmmmmm noise and says ‘Good’.

 

He circles my arse with his hand and soothes where he’s hit. Takes his time with the next smack and comes down hard on my other arse cheek and just before I go to release his cock to say the words he shoves my head right onto it so that I deep throat him, holds it for a second and then releases it. Again I am choking as I say the words but this time he calls me a good girl and only runs his fingers through my hair as I go back to sucking it.

I am wildly turned on. And slaps three and four come in quick succession. If I wasn’t half choking I’d be heaving and barely able to breathe anyway.

I am sucking him hungrily and he isn’t controlling it, it’s just my mouth and tongue. He calls me a good girl and tells me he knew I would be this obedient. Tells me that I’m a good little sub. He squeezes my arse cheeks and tells me they’ve come up nice and red. I am still sucking on his cock and just aching with every fibre in me to be fucked. To be touched. To be devoured.

And he knows this too. He asks me do I think I’m wet. Oh God PLEASE, PLEASE let him check. Please let him slide two fingers into me to find out. But Jesus am I naïve to think that I was going to get anything! He does slide two fingers into me and I am so wet for him. I clench onto them gagging for them to stay there as I still have his rock hard cock in my mouth, working it up and down. But he isn’t here to relieve me, no. No sooner has he his fingers in me for a few thrusts when he pulls them out and slaps me hard again. I stupidly wasn’t expecting it. It was perfect.

 

Again he pushes my head down onto his cock, making sure he’s in control, fucking my face any way that he wants using me as a fucktoy.

 

We eventually get to ten and that’s the end. I am past aroused I am insane with need for him, I am blind with desire for his cock in me. And I get finally get it.

He pushes me face first onto the bed, rolls a condom on and ploughs into me.

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