From the Desk Of...

For all you readers missing the sex, I am back with a story from this morning. We both have the privilege of being home today. I have spent the majority of the morning writing on various topics, and tidying in between. My man found himself inadvertently tied to his desk as well, urged to write our mission statement at last. We'd been up for about three hours when he received a call requesting him to step out briefly. He said he'd be right there, as I typed away at my keyboard.

My man set his phone down carrying a furtive desire in his belly. He came into my office, which is also our bedroom, shirtless, unbuttoning his jeans and wearing his house slippers, which are really iron toe "chucka" boots from his navy term. With no words he stepped up to my right arm and presented me with his flaccid cock. With no words or thought I opened my mouth to take him in.




He did the work at first and I focused on keeping a relaxed jaw, open throat, and steady breath. I used my lips to stroke his cock, but did not suck hard as his pulsing hips did the jack motion for me. My practice has been paying off, I am able to more easily accept his hardened cock deep into my throat than I was at first. I tilt my head just so causing him to be able to slide more deeply in. He certainly likes fucking girls' throats, seeing them struggle to breath or refrain from gagging. He coos comforting praise when my stomach begins to flip-flop from too many gag-reflexes in a row. He wants me to be able to suck a cock from start to finish, as deep as I can, without stopping. This requires me to know my soft limit, so as not to trip myself up; over reaching, retching and gagging, resisting.

He fucks my throat. The saliva in my mouth multiplies until I find myself being able to swallow it and continue taking his dick deeply down simultaneously. I know he wants to come in my throat more often than he does. He knows I react strongly to his come in my mouth. We do our best. Sometimes he comes in my mouth and I make a bad face which makes him laugh, and praise me as I run to rinse my mouth out. Sometimes our timing and mojo is right on and he comes deeply in my open throat. I feel his cock pushing out his semen right into my belly, no swallowing required, or even possible. I like these situations better.

I sat in my desk chair, twisted to the right, sucking my man's cock and trying to keep protestations of come-in-mouth out of my head. He stopped for a moment and I resisted, further, the impulse to tell him I didn't want come in mouth. I didn't want to spoil, or even pause, his pleasure and knew a bit of discomfort was worth his pleasure. He is so generous and good to me. I really do want to be the best girl he's ever had for as long as I can.

He said, "now get on your knees." I lowered out of my desk chair to the floor. I retained focus on the efforts above my shoulders, but also paid attention to my feet and knees on the floor. The more comfortable I can get quickly, the longer I can suck cock happily. I assumed the position, still having said nothing except a few impulsive groans of "mmmmmmmm."

From my position on the floor he tilts my head back about 45 degrees and is able to insert his johnson straight down my throat. He truly achieves the action of fucking mouth here and I open right up for it, passive, warm, receptive, and skilled. I can feel his pleasure flowing in me and his love, that I work so fully to please him. He feels my gag reflexes increasing with my fatigue and says, "here, you suck." I take more control over the suction of my mouth and the back and forth of my head and neck. I have put all thought of possible displeasure out of my mind in regards to where he comes. Echoes of past instruction given me play across the marquee of my mostly blank mind. I am involved in a body/mind process not unlike yoga now. I am fully into sucking my man's cock. It's been at least ten minutes since his phone first rang.

His phone rings again and I have the impulse to say, however muffled by cock I may be, "ha ha." I resist the urge and continue, wondering how long it might take me to make him come. He pulls his cock from my salivating mouth and slaps my face with it a few times. He rubs the slime on my cheeks and tells me what a good girl I am. "You are my good little girl. Such a slimy girl. You like being slimy, don't you?" I moan positively for him, my throat feeling widened and warm now. I want to keep going. The shower I will take after he comes on my face and in my mouth briefly crosses my mind. His cock goes back in my throat.

After another five minutes he decides he wants to stop and move on with his work. He slaps my face with it again and praises me more. He reaches down and pulls me to my feet, which are stiff from being sat on. He holds me, kisses me, pulls my nipples, growls, and praises me. I glow from such good care and think about what we may do later, on our shared day off.