His Pleasure/ My Pleasure

The evening started with very long and drawn out blowjob.  I must have been in an amazingly calm mood, because I was able to deep throat him all the way to his pelvic bone.  I could feel my throat opening, farther than it ever had before.  Slowly I;d put his cock in my mouth to the point of tension, and then I would slide my tongue forward and slowly push it down into my throat.  Until I felt his skin on my lips.  Hold, and then slide back.  As I pulled back, I noticed Sir starting to breathe again.  Moaning gently- whispering, "Holy fuck- baby."

I could not explain why this was happening so easily.  Usually I can go pretty far back- but this was farther in than ever before.  I could feel his cock sliding into my throat and there was no gag, and no panic.  He thrusted a few short thrusts, and even then I was able to accept that without issue.  It was an amazing feeling, and he seemed to really enjoy that.

I experiemented with long thrust to see if he could go into my throat, in and out, in and out.  If I could simply bypass that point of tension where I usually stop and slide it farther back.  It took a little repositioning of my neck, and then yes.  He thrusting all the way back into my throat, and then out again.  Relaxation of my throat and almost focusing on something ELSE was the key to not choking.

"I love fucking your mouth."

I went from this kind of throat fucking, to shallow thrusts and sucking.  Using my hand, one hand, sometimes two hands along with my mouth- simply enjoying and worshipping his cock.  Allowing him to get to the edge of orgasm, and bringing him back down.  He was enjoying the attention and time I gave, until I realized it had been a LONG time.  I managed to glance over at  the clock and realized that close to two hours had passed.

My jaw was at a point that it was not easy to close or open wider.  I continued to breathe, not willing to stop at this point.  You can't suck cock for almost two hours and then stop at the finish line, that simply would not do.  This is what Sir and I playfully call, The Blowjob of Doom.  When it takes so long you start to wonder what kind of permanent damage is going to occur.

This is where the power exchange and our M/s relationship took over and he is taking what he wants from me.  It's a different headspace for the both of us, but yet it's just as hot as anything else we do.  He grabbed my hair from the sides and thrust into my mouth. I was unable to control the suction or the depth, or the amount of drool or choking.  While uncomfortable for my mouth and the fact that I really hate all that drool, my cunt was wet and you could feel the sex in the air settling down on my bare skin.   The sounds of were both vulgar and delicious.  The throaty gurgle of his cock pushing into my throat, some coughing and the wet drool sounds.  These auditory queues only made him more excited and he whispered dirty things down at me while he fucked me.

I never really know how long this will last.  Sir has pretty good orgasm control, much to my dismay sometimes, as the Blowjob of Doom continued for longer than was comfortable for me.  When he finally did shoot into my mouth he pushed my head down on him, not allowing me to capture and suck the cum from his head but making me take it into my mouth and take several swallows.  I am not to make a mess, and I am not to spill any.

When I rolled away from him, laying on my back feeling spent and satisfied he curled up next to me.  He thanked me for doing such a wonderful job.  I replied with, "It's my pleasure, Sir."

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