I am so out of practice. I hate being less than confident about my blow-job skills. I mean, I have a reputation to protect. I remember back in the day, in 2009, when I was on top. I was not just any slut, I was THE slut. I had dudes begging me all hours of the night to come choke on their dick. I was being used as a sex toy by half of the LBC. OK that may be an exaggeration, but it is also very possible that it is not.
Now, when a man pulls his dick out, I panic. I hope that they will shove my face down and handle it so I can avoid having to prove my skills. My lips get sore quickly, my jaw locks up, and I my gag reflex is lagging. I feel like a failure as a slut. I had a reputation dammit!
So it’s about to be Fall, and I get ravenous in Fall. Spring is the worst, with me dry humping everything in sight, but summer is slow, my libido drops. However when the Fall rolls around, I get all excited. Something about the crispiness in the air just makes my panties wet. My birthday is coming up and I feel extra special, like I deserve more attention. The smell of pumpkin is like an aphrodisiac to me. My force powers are extra strong due to having endured a year of learning and growth, which makes my not only uber stealthy, but much more capable of seducing a man with my eyes. I fuckin feel frisky.
But I can’t just go out there and start blowing people. I need to get my skills back up. I refuse to practice on inanimate objects or phallic shaped items.
Last night I did have the chance to measure where I am at on the blow-job effectiveness scale.
I am pretty sure I did alright at first. I was doing well with the deep throating, and after realizing he was not going to shove my head down just yet, began actually trying. Then a problem arises. I was Thirsty as hell. My throat was all itchy and I kept coughing. At first I coyly tried to play it off like I was gagging on his huge cock, but soon I was just coughing and trying to use my saliva to moisturize my throat enough to do it properly. I apologized profusely and excused myself to go to my car and grab some water. Yes, this was a car type of deal. The job is much more difficult to do right, and look sexy at it, while attempting to maneuver one’s body over a middle console and obnoxious break handle thing. Then, when one tries to do a sexy hair flip to get the saliva infused strands glued to one’s face, one very unsexily hits their head on the steering wheel, which is awkward, in addition to all the other factors I have mentioned.
But I digress.
Once I was hydrated and once again ready to give some head, I went at it pretty well with some deep throating and head action. I was feeling pretty confident, until my lips began to get sore. My lips were burning! The sensation was distracting and keeping me from focusing on the sucking movement, which began to hinder the quality of my Blow-Job! NOO! So my next decision was to go ALL out and suck and deep throat as best as possible so I could get it over with, and with my tail between my legs, go nurse my lips with some chapstick.
He the chose that moment to take control of my head. I was powerless against his clutch on my hair, as he forced my head up and down on his cock, showing no mercy as my lips became numb and gagging ensued. I could not control the drool and saliva that gathered as he fucked his dick with my head. I gasped and breathed and gagged, but there was nothing I could do but surrender and wait for him to unload. Finally I felt him throb and I tasted the cum, and swallowed every drop. It was all I had left to hang on. I felt my skills had not been justified, I felt betrayed by my burning lips, and I felt disappointed that I did not do better. Swallowing every drop is a sacred rule among us proud and practiced sluts. It is a duty we must fulfill. It is the bare minimum to secure your status as a good quality slut. If you can’t swallow, go home and play with your boyfriend, because I guarantee you he will be finding someone who will, and if you live in my town, it is very likely it will be me.
I am sure I may be too hard on myself. After all I do maintain many of the key points when it comes to good quality blowjobs. While my gag reflex may be lacking, I am at least eager and willing to try and take it all down, and I do not mind gagging. Most guys are cool with just that alone. Also if I don’t succeed in taking it all down, I will certainly not give up trying. In fact, it just makes me more intrigued and pissed off, with a need to prove to myself that I can take it all down.
Also, while my endurance may be down and my lips need to regain their strength, at least I am a masochist and a pleaser, so I will keep going even if I begin to lag with the skills.
Also I love licking balls and would have totally stopped and taken a break to do so, if the position in the car had not been so awkward.
So I was a trooper, took it all, swallowed every drop, and at least I made him cum.
Final Assessment: I STILL GOT IT!