Question: Have you ever wondered what’s really in a man’s nut? I read somewhere that a man’s cum is ten percent sperm, and the rest is enzymes, vitamin C, calcium, protein, sodium, zinc, citric acid, and fructose. Hmmm…now, if this is true, then I’d say this is the makings of a wonderful, rich protein shake. Imagine a thick, gooey, hot, and creamy nut first thing in the morning, sliding down your throat. Hmmm…delicious! What a way to start your day. Wouldn’t you agree?
Oh well, it’s been so long since I’ve swallowed a nut. I’d probably throw it back up if I even tried to. Speaking of cum, how many women do you think enjoy having a man crack his nut on her face? Hmmm. That would make for an interesting survey. Well, I tried it once, about six years ago. I was on my knees feverishly sucking the hell out of an ex-boyfriend’s dick when he asked me if he could nut on my face. He got to stroking and yanking and pumping his dick in his hand, and talking real dirty. The sight of the head of his dick sliding in and out of his hand sent a fire through me. I begged him for that nut, waited with anticipation to feel his cream on my face. He deepened his strokes, slowed his rhythm, and a blast of white gook shot out of the slit of his dick straight into my damn eye. Ugh! It was so hot and thick. I screamed, thinking the fool had blinded me. I got up scrambling, tripping over shit trying to get to the bathroom to wipe my eye. Seemed like I smeared it deeper into my eye and made it worse. My vision was cloudy for almost two hours afterward. I was so damn disgusted. The idea of having cum dangling from my nose, on my eyelashes, or in my eye isn’t exactly an exciting thought. So, no thank you. He can shoot his load on my back, on my stomach, my titties, or my ass. And if he’s my man—something I haven’t had in a very long time—I want him to pull out and nut on my pussy, then smear it with his dick all over my clit. Or he can bust deep in my ass. Then again, he can pull out and let me suck it out of him. Mmmm. There’s nothing tastier than a dick soaked in pussy juice.
For some reason, I am having a flashback moment. I am remembering years ago riding the Greyhound bus late at night to D.C. from New York to visit my brother Terrance at Howard for their homecoming. I was like seventeen, and this older dude was sitting in the back row of the bus with me, drinking a forty ounce. I don’t remember exactly how we started talking, but by the time we had crossed the Delaware Memorial Bridge, I had his long dick in my hand and was jerking him off. I didn’t ask him his name, and didn’t give him mine. The only thing I wanted to know was how thick and hot his cum was. I remember pulling out my bottle of baby oil, pouring it all over his dick and in my hands, then rubbing his dick between the palms of my hand as if I were rubbing two sticks together. In swift, deep motions, I went up and down the shaft of his dick, stroking him from the top to the bottom, then releasing, bringing my other hand to the top of his dick, then repeating, alternating with both hands. He begged me to suck it, so I flicked my tongue over the head, just enough to tease him. And, before his dick was about to spit, it swelled to maximum capacity, then spurted out a hot, thick nut. I knew then I was at a point of no return. I was hooked on dick cream.
Anyway, Tyrese is here, standing in the middle of my bedroom floor, with his dick in his hand, stroking it for me. I lean back on my left forearm, spread open my legs, and rub my clit over my thong. Me’shell Ndegeocello’s “Trust”—from the album Cookie: The Anthropological Mixtape—is playing in the background. The title is so unfitting for his cheating-ass since he can’t be trusted, but the words say what I want. “…Lay me down…Spread my legs…tell me…what’s it like…inside me…Let me stroke you with my warmth…make you cum…”
The song is sexy, and sitting here watching him stroke his fat dick makes my pussy cry out for a taste of passion. I gesture with my index finger for him to come to me. He slowly moves toward me. I smile, taking in his nude body. The male anatomy deeply fascinates me. Every man I’m with, I make it a point to examine every part, every inch, of his body. I love making him strip down and prance around naked. Without him even knowing it, I am taking him all in from head to toe. And I’m always amazed at the different shapes, sizes, and colors of dicks there are. There is also a wide variety of balls. Loose balls, tight balls, hairy balls, hairless balls, and those extra-long, bull balls. Mmmmm. The thought of a man’s dick and balls gets me hot. I can play in my pussy and imagine all the different types of dick attached to a man’s body, and cum all over my fingers. I think this is why I constantly crave variety. This is why I lust for dick.
But please don’t get it twisted. My fascination with watching a man undress himself and taking in all of his nakedness is also about being able to see whether or not he has any abnormalities, scars, blemishes, bruises, discolorations, lesions, leakage, etc. When I take his dick in my hands and slowly stroke him into a throbbing erection, I’m not only doing it to bring him pleasure; I’m doing it as part of my cock inspection. Hell, I need to be up close and damn personal with his dick to see what’s really good before I go any further.
This is Tyrese’s fifth time being here, and I still inspect the dick to make sure there are no changes from the last time he was here. He steps up in front of me. His dick is thick and rigid and heavy and excited, its tip already leaking sweet, sticky strands of pre-cum. I get off the bed, sink down to my knees on the floor, and take it into my hands, squeeze it at the base, then lift up his balls and gently squeeze and bounce them in the palm of my hand. Then I run my thumb over the slit of his dick, rubbing his lust over the head. Once again, he passes my inspection.
“You like playing with daddy’s big dick, don’t you?”
“Mmm-hmm,” I moan, licking my lips. Now, I don’t actually consider his dick big, but I indulge him nonetheless. I mean it is fat and all, but measuring in at seven-and-a-half inches doesn’t exactly qualify as “big” in my book. Nevertheless, it is meaty, and definitely a beautiful, mouthwatering piece. I look up at him, then kiss and bury my face into his groin. The coarseness of his pubic hairs tickles my nose. I inhale his scent, taking in his manliness. I cup his balls, kiss them, then slowly lick them, wetting them with my spit. I use my free hand to play with my clit.
“Yeah, that’s right, baby. Wet daddy’s balls up. Mmm…Oh, shit.”
I replace my tongue with my fingers and fondle his balls, tracing a slow sensual path over and behind the heavy sacs. In my head, I’m pretending to be Tyrese’s personal dick sucker: soothing him, relieving him, sucking away his stress, enveloping and riding his dick with wet lips and a warm tongue, flicking, tickling, and probing all around and over it. Swallowing him down into a deep, pulsing throat, contracting around every inch of his dick like a boa constrictor, squeezing his thick dick in a vice-like grip until it spasms, convulses, and erupts a tidal wave of hot foaming cum. Mmmmm. My imagination causes me to let out another deep moan.
“You want me to wet this dick up?” I ask, looking up at him in between licks along the shaft of his hot dick. The eye of his dick continues to leak a stream of clear, sticky nectar. I will myself not to run my tongue over it, but, despite myself, I give in to temptation and lap at its slit, savoring the stream of sweetness.
“Yeah, I want a wet, sloppy dick suck, baby.” He reaches for my breasts and fondles them. Pinching my nipples, he causes the milk from my pussy to explode onto my fingers and run down my hand.
“Go lie down in the middle of the bed,” I order him. I get up from my knees and suck my cum-soaked fingers as I watch Tyrese walk over to the bed. I take in the back of his heart-shaped calves, admire his muscled thighs, and amazing ass.
Tyrese stretches out in the center of my bed, waiting to get his dick wet. He sneaks his ass over to get piped every chance he gets—when I allow it—because his girl is scared to suck his dick. Matter of fact, she doesn’t even like sucking it, and when she does, it’s only for a few minutes, before she complains about her jaws being tired. The last time she did it, he claims she ended up throwing up all over his dick. Humph. Lame-ass! That shit is so fucking whack! Who in the hell doesn’t suck dick in the twenty-first century? Humph.
Well, obviously, that bitch sure as hell doesn’t. So, every now and again, when I feel up to it, I suck him all the way down to the base while licking his balls and let him get his nut, then send him back home to his non-dick-sucking whack-ass “wifey” with my pussy juice smeared all over his face and thick lips.
Tyrese strokes his dick as he watches me suck on my fingers. Now listen up. The key to sucking a man’s dick is seducing him mentally first, then sucking him like you love him. Fuck his mind, make love to his dick. Stroke his ego, and worship the dick. That’s my strategy. And it generally works. Every time he sees you or hears your voice, he’ll think about how good you sucked down his cock. In the still of the night, when he’s lying next to his woman, his dick will brick up thinking about your head game. He’ll be wondering when (and how) he can get you to wrap your soft lips around his shit again. Trust me. Nine times out of ten, his chick isn’t doing it right or doing it at all, as in Tyrese’s case. And for the record, there’s not a man yet who hasn’t begged me to suck him again once he’s experienced this bottomless throat.
“Yeah, daddy, just like that. Stroke that fat cock for me.”
“You like watching me stroke this big dick, don’t you? You want me to slam this fat dick in your pussy?”
“Yessss, daddy,” I coo, turning around and pulling open my ass cheeks, giving him a rear view of my pussy. “Look how wet you got this pussy.” I reach between my legs and slide two fingers into my love nest, winding and thrusting my hips. I glance over my shoulder to see him stroking his cock a mile a minute. “I’ma suck that dick so good. Ooh, I can’t wait to suck that big dick,” I tell him, turning back to face him, slowly making my way over to the bed. “I want you to wrap your hands around my head and shove it all the way down my throat. I want you to pump and grind your cock down in my throat. Fuck my hot throat like it’s a pussy. I want you to watch your dick get lost in and out of my neck. Can you do that, daddy?”
The more I talk the harder and thicker his dick gets, and the wetter my pussy gets. I’m working him up, but I am also working myself up as I imagine him pressing the inside of his muscular thighs on either side of my head, and slow-fucking my face, spreading open my throat, stretching my neck, sliding his dick in and out and it getting all slick from my spit. I pinch my clit and let out a moan.
“Aaah, shit,” he moans. “Look how hard you got this dick. Stop playing and come over here and suck this shit.”
“Oh, you ready to have this throat wrapped around your dick, huh?” I ask as I climb up on the bed, then crawl between his legs. I take his dick in my hands, squeeze it at the base, kiss the tip, slide my lips back and forth, then up and down along the shaft, then slap the center of my wet lips with it. I allow it to make smacking sounds against my lips for several minutes until my mouth overflows with saliva, and then…I slowly slide his dick into my mouth.
He moans.
Now I don’t know about you, but I love to hear a man moan. And I love it when he talks dirty to me, pulls my hair, grabs me by the back of the head and face fucks, skull fucks, or whatever else you want to call it when I’m sucking his dick. Oooh, baby. You want to see how fast my panties get soaked, do all the above and it’s on.
“You like that?” I ask, slipping his dick out of my mouth, then sliding it back in.
He moans again. “Yeah, baby. I love them lips on this dick. Ah, shit.”
I decide it’s time to shift my position so that I can really get this neck stretched. I pull up off his dick.
“Yo, that’s good. Why you stop?” he asks, sounding all desperate and confused and whatnot.
“I’m changing positions so I can really get at your cock,” I say, turning around so that I am lying across the bed. “Stand up over me,” I tell him, resting my neck on the edge of the bed so that my head is hanging upside down. Okay, now pay attention. This is where it starts to get fun. Tyrese jumps out of bed with his stiff dick swaying side to side like a sword preparing for battle. He hovers over me with his dick twitching. It bounces in anticipation of what’s to come. I grab his dick, open my mouth, extend the tip of my tongue past my bottom lip (this helps flatten the tongue), then guide the head in, forcing the back of my throat open as if I’m yawning (this creates a larger opening for the dick).
“Oh, shit,” he moans, trying to push more of his dick in. But I am the one in control, and he knows this. I’ve learned that an overzealous man will try to ram his cock down in your wind-pipe if you let him. And I’m not the one, which is why my hand stays on it to guide it at my pace. Not his. I tighten my grip on his dick, then take a deep breath and slowly slide the length of his cock all the way into my mouth, along my tongue. I remember the first few times I tried this, I felt the urge to gag, but I would stop, leave the dick where it was for a few minutes, then pull it out. I kept repeating that until I finally mastered taking it all and was able to swallow the whole dick as I was doing now. Now you’ll have to excuse me; it’s going to be a bit complicated trying to talk with a mouth full of dick so sit and watch. Gurgling sounds come from the back of my throat. He has his groin pressed up against my nose, grinding himself into my mouth. “Ah, fuck…damn, you can suck some dick.”
I reach out and grab Tyrese’s ass, pulling him deeper into my throat. I remember to breathe through my nose so that I don’t choke to death. Tyrese is skull-fucking me lovely, and I am wetting his cock with my wet throat and the spit that dribbles out of the sides of my mouth. He reaches over me and slides his hand back and forth over my pussy, then presses on my clit and strokes it. I thrust my hips up, and a moan escapes me as he slides two fingers into me and finger-pops my juicy fruit.
“Oh, fuck,” he grunts. “Aah, shit…I’m getting ready to cum…” He’s riding my face like his cock is on fire and he’s trying to get my throat to put out the flames. “Oh, shit…uhh…fuck…”
Now, listen…I’m not promoting it (safe sex is first), but it’s probably a better idea to deep throat a man raw, or make sure the rubber is extremely lubricated to avoid getting a condom lodged in your throat. That is not a good look, okay? However, if you do him raw, I can almost assure you he is going to want to bust his baby batter down in your throat. Believe that. But with so much shit out here, I encourage not giving it raw to just anyone. They really have some wonderful flavored condoms that make it really cute to stay on your knees gulping down a dick.
But for the cum lover in you who might be afraid of the taste or throwing up, lean your head all the way back as far as you can, get the head of his dick as far down your throat as you can, and when he pumps that thick, hot cream down in your throat it’ll slide down nice and easy. It’ll be finger-licking good. Trust me. It turns a man on when you guzzle it all down. Yep, right down to the last damn drop. From my lips to his dick…enjoy the journey!