Worshiping Him Erotic Couplings

My name is Lucy. I’m 30 years old, and I’ve been married for 5 years to a wonderful man.

He’s smart, and funny, and patient. He listens when I want to vent about my day, he validates my feelings even when he disagrees but he doesn’t let me get away with bullshit either and calls me out when it’s needed. He’s a great cook, and does most of the cooking. He takes me out dancing, or to the movies, or to a really nice restaurant. He plans get togethers with our friends, and trips around the world. He makes me very happy.

And tonight, I plan to make him very happy. I’m going to suck his dick.

But maybe that’s not quite right, that doesn’t exactly convey the whole thing. A better phrase might be I’m going to worship his cock. I’m going to give him the best blowjob I can possibly give. Because he is my King, I am going to get on my knees and I’m going to lather every inch of his cock with attention until he can’t take it anymore, and then I’m going to make him cum so hard his legs will go numb.

With that in mind, I’ve prepared for tonight. I’m currently wearing one of his favorite lingerie sets. A y outfit of red lace composed of a thong that perfectly hugs my hips and highlights my ass, a lacy bra that barely covers my DD breasts but holds them up magnificently, and a garter belt that just frames my figure perfectly. The fabric stretches to meet a pair of nude stockings with a black lacy top. At my feet is a pair of Italian stilettos I bought on a trip long ago that I know drive him wild. In no small part because I have sucked his cock and fucked him many times while wearing them.

I’ve done my makeup perfectly for the occasion. A deep red lipstick, not too heavy on the foundation, and a lot of work around my eyes, with fake eyelashes, eyeliner and mascara carefully applied, as well as a beautiful turquoise eyeshadow that matches the jewelry I’m wearing, a pair of dangly gold earrings with a turquoise stone in them, and a black silk choker with that same stone in the middle.

I look at myself in the mirror one last time. Perfect. Both elegant and slutty at the same time, my 5’6″ figure looks gorgeous in the lingerie, my legs looking long with those heels, accenting my nice round ass, and if I arch my back just right my tits look even larger than they already are.

I throw a short robe over my shoulders before he arrives to keep warm and I turn up the heat a little before heading into the living room, the scene of what is about to occur. I see his favorite chair, that I’ve moved a little bit so that it is facing a floor length mirror on the opposite wall. I survey my other preparations quickly, then go to stand by the front door.

A couple of minutes later, he walks through the door. He stands about 5 ’11”, he’s got a handsome face with Mediterranean features, soft, thick black hair with streaks of grey in it, and a short beard that he keeps fairly neatly trimmed. He’s in good shape, not very muscular at 180lbs, but lean and fit, and he looks amazing in the light blue suit and tie he’s wearing. I find myself biting my lip as I admire him.

“Hey honey,” the vowels drag a little as I walk up to him and take his bag and his jacket. “Why don’t you go sit down in the living room, I’ll be right with you.”

He looks me up and down, his eyes wide and a smile on his face. “Sure.” He says as he takes off his shoes. While I put away his bag and hang up his coat I see him stop by the bathroom on his way to his throne. I head to the bar where I’ve prepared everything for an old fashioned and start to combine the ingredients into his favorite cocktail. As I’m squeezing the orange peel over the drink, he walks into the living room, pauses and stares at me for a couple seconds before taking his seat on the chair. He finds on the side table a vape I placed there (and used) earlier and takes a couple hits before I set down the drink next to him.

I then walk around to the front of his chair, a few feet away from him. He looks at me and takes a sip of his drink and sighs in content.

“What’s all this?” He asks.

“Well, you see, I have a favor to ask.”

“Oh?” He lifts an eyebrow wondering what’s going on.

“Yes, I really need you….” I drag the vowels again, speaking slowly “to let me… suck your cock.” I say with a smile while I undo the belt on my robe.

“Would you please let me do that?” I ask him. I drop the robe from my shoulders, revealing the full outfit.

“I think that can be arranged,” he replies with a smile.

“And one more thing, I really, really would like you to… cum all over my face.” I ask, my voice almost a moan.

“Can you please do that for me?” I drop to all fours in front of him, arching my back as best I can to accent my ass, and look up at him, pleadingly.

“Let’s see how well you suck my cock, and then we’ll see if you can have my cum” he plays along, his voice husky with desire. I can feel my cheeks warm with excitement, the heat spreading downwards.

“Thank you baby, I really hope I’m up to the task.” I say quietly.

And so I begin. I start by slowly crawling the couple of feet that separate me from him, swaying my hips seductively. When I have closed the gap, I start to kiss my way up his right leg, where I can see the bulge of his cock swelling. I work my way up, until I reach the bulge in his crotch, and I gently kiss and lick my way down the shaft through the fabric, sighing as I feel the smooth fabric of his pants rubbing against my cheek. His cock twitches against my cheek and he sighs with pleasure. I can feel the heat between my legs grow, my thong getting damp as I shift my hips restlessly.

I sit up a little as I move on, undoing the buttons of his shirt one by one, from bottom to top, revealing a path of his flesh that I gently follow with light kisses. He alternates between looking at my face and looking behind me in the mirror, staring at my ass. Taking advantage of my more upright position, he leans forward slightly and grabs a handful of my ass, massaging it before lifting his hand and giving me one firm spank on the left cheek, eliciting a moan from me and pulling me into his lap. I keep working up his shirt as he does this, and when I reach the top, I push open his shirt, revealing his chest. I start to kiss and lick my way to the left, along his collarbone, then slowly up his neck. I can already hear his breath quickening, and a small moan escapes his lips as I suck the skin of his neck into my mouth and lightly lick and nibble it.

I continue to kiss my way up, to his ear, his cheek, his nose, and finally his mouth. We start to make out, slowly at first but with ever increasing desperation. Gentle kisses turn into full on tongue battles, before breaking to kiss my way down his neck. This prompts him to grab my hair and pull me back to his lips to kiss me hard, before he pulls my head further back and assaults my neck with his mouth. I’m moaning desperately as the sensations course down my body. I can’t help gyrating my hips against his leg, as his other hand roams from breasts to my hips to my ass and back, leaving me skin tingling wherever it goes. I’m desperate to pull my thong to the side and just ride his cock until I scream, but I know now is not the time, and I pull away from him before I can’t stop myself, my breathing ragged. I stare into his eyes as I put an extended arm on his chest to separate us, and I can see in them the same hunger I feel inside me.

I start pulling his shirt off to give us a break, and slow down things. His hands return to roaming my body, but more slowly and deliberately searing my skin wherever they pass. I admire his body, roaming my hands over his chest, shoulders and abs. I move them to his neck and the back of his head as we return to a slower and more gentle kissing. I make sure to control the tempo so things don’t get out of hand again, and after a couple minutes, my hands make their way down to his belt, which I slowly unbuckle and pull off. I start to kiss my way down his neck and chest as I unbutton his pants. I take a minute to kiss and lick his nipples as I slowly unzip them and pull them open, sliding a hand down his crotch to massage his manhood over his boxers.

I choose this moment to get off his lap, and crawl back to my place for the night, on my knees at his feet. He raises his hips as I pull his pants down and off, and start rubbing my face along his boxers and the skin of his thigh. I stare at the very prominent bulge of his dick straining against the fabric of his boxers. Licking my lips seductively, I look up at him as I start to gently massage his balls, and kiss the length of it.

His breathing further accelerates, and little sighs and moans escape his mouth, until I can feel that he’s desperate for more. At that point, I put my fingers into the waistband of his boxers and slowly pull them down, biting my lower lip while looking up at him, my face right next to his cock. When it is finally released from the waistband of his underwear, his hard shaft suddenly smacks against my cheek, just as I intended. I live for the animalistic look that comes over his face as he watches me moan in reaction. His cock is beautiful, seven and a half inches long, five and a half around, veiny and hard as a rock. He keeps his bush neatly trimmed back, like his beard, and his balls are shaved smoothe.

On all fours in front of him, his dick leaving a small trail of precum against my cheek, I start the action with his balls. My left hand grabs the base of his shaft with index and thumb and starts very slowly stroking it, as I move it slightly to the side to give him full vision of my face as I start to lick his balls. I move slowly, deliberately, moving my tongue around one ball, then the other lathering the smooth skin with saliva. I gently take a ball in my mouth and start suckling it and tickling it with my tongue. I can smell and taste the distinct smell and flavor of his ball deodorant, which he must have applied when he went to the bathroom. Always so thoughtful, I think while moving on to the other ball.

After a couple minutes alternating between balls, I decide to move on to his shaft. Gathering a good amount of saliva on my tongue while he looks down at me drinking his old fashioned, I pull his cock straight up, then starting at the base of his shaft, slowly lick my way all the way to the top. I brush my tongue against the frenulum, the underside of the head of his cock, and do a quick swiping motion left and right before I turn my head sideways and make my way back down the shaft. Slowly. Deliberately. Staring him straight in the eyes.

I repeat the process several times, going up and down the whole circumference of his cock, every stroke licking around to his frenulum before going back down the way I came. My mouth feeling a little dry, I reach pleadingly for the drink in his hand, which he gives me and I take a small sip from before returning it.

His cock now properly lathered in saliva, I decide now is the time to get started in earnest. I focus my efforts on the head of his cock, kissing and licking it all over, rubbing it on my pouting lips before opening my mouth. I once again make direct eye contact, staring deep into his dark brown eyes as I hold his manhood in front of my mouth, hold out my tongue and slowly push him into my mouth, massaging his head with my tongue. I close my lips around the head of his cock, and start bobbing my head up and down to half the rhythm of the music.

I close my eyes, losing myself in the task, slowly going down his shaft a little, rubbing the head against my tongue and palate simultaneously, then coming back up to wrap my tongue all the way around the head, before repeating the motion. I work at a slow, steady rhythm, relaxing into it, enjoying the feel of his cock in my mouth, and the taste of precum on my tongue. I open my eyes to find him with his head thrown back, clearly enjoying the attention I’m giving him as he moans and sighs “Ah fuck, that feels so good.”

I watch him tilt his head back down to watch me sucking his cock, and I see the pleasure in his face and eyes as he stares into mine and takes another hit from the vape. I continue my treatment of him, not missing a beat, while gazing into his soul. The warmth between my legs spreads to my stomach, which feels knotted with excitement. My panties are soaked through and, desperate for some release I slide a hand between my legs and start rubbing myself over my panties, moaning with pleasure.

When the music changes I’m no longer as desperate, and I decide to change my approach. Keeping the same rhythm going, I start to stroke one hand up and down his cock as I lick his ball. The other hand travels up his chest and into his mouth, where he hungrily sucks my juices off my fingers. I bring the hand back down to massage my left breasts as I lick my way up his shaft to the head lick it some more and lick my way back down. I keep doing that for a while, suckling his balls, licking up his shaft to the head and back down, taking in his moans as I start to feel a desperation building inside him. As I feel it reach a peak, I bring my mouth back up to the head of his cock, and once more open it to receive him. I take him much deeper in my mouth this time, picking up speed to match the rhythm of the music, I bob my head on his cock, as one hand strokes the base of his shaft and the other gently tickles his balls with just the tips of my fingers.

I begin the work of sucking dick in earnest. All my actions now focused on increasing his excitement, and stimulating him towards orgasm. My head moves long and deep into his shaft, going from having just the head of his cock in my mouth, to taking him about 4 inches deep and back at a regular rhythm, sometimes closing my eyes, sometimes looking up at him. After a couple minutes of this treatment, I can feel him heading for the finish line. His breathing quickens, he closes his eyes and tilts his head back, and his balls tighten. “Fuck baby, I’m getting close!” He moans out as I continue my work. I slow down only slightly, continuing to tend to his cock as best I can, bobbing up and down, massaging the head with my tongue.

He moans desperately a couple of times and I know he’s about to hit the point of no return, and I suddenly stop. My fingers stop stroking his cock, instead squeezing it at the base, I stop rubbing his balls, and I release his cock from my mouth, letting it hover over my outstretched tongue, but offering no more stimulation. His cock twitches a couple of times as he groans and looks down at me.

“Not yet baby, I’m not done worshiping your cock yet. I need more.” I explain in a sultry voice. He groans again, part of him desperate for release, but the other part excited to see what else I have in store for him. He rubs his hand on my cheek, looking down at me adoringly, then leans forward to give me a long hard kiss.

In order to give his cock a rest, I start licking his balls again. Massaging them slowly, taking them gently into my mouth in turns, I keep the attention on him, but take the focus off making him come. I start licking his shaft again, then take his cock and playfully smack it lightly against my cheek and outstretched tongue. I playfully nuzzle, lick and run my fingers over his cock until I can feel that he has come off the edge enough.

I return to sucking his cock, at a slower pace again, half the rhythm of the music, taking my time, but getting deeper down his cock than before. When I have five inches of his cock in my mouth, I can feel him really hitting the back of my throat, and for the first time tonight lightly trigger my gag reflex. I give myself a few seconds rest, coming off his cock and licking it all over before plunging down again.

This time I’m better prepared, pushing a little deeper before my gag reflex triggers again. This time however, instead of retreating I hold myself down there, trying to get accustomed to the feeling. I feel myself gag two more times swallowing hard before I come off his cock again to take a quick break, licking his head and shaft while catching my breath.

I look into his eyes as I pull his cock down for a better angle, then engulf him in my mouth again, stroke up and down twice before burying him as deep down my throat as I can manage. That seems to be about five and a half inches judging from the two that remain tauntingly in front of me as he hits the back of my throat and I gag once more. I stay in place, looking into his eyes, making a show of trying to push deeper down his cock as I gag a couple more times and my eyes start watering.

I come back up once more, my mouth filled with the thick, slippery saliva that only comes from gagging on a cock. I start licking his shaft all over, lathering it with this makeshift lube as I catch my breath, my chest heaving with every accelerated inhale. I rub his dick and my own saliva on my lips and cheeks.

“I know I haven’t been able to take it all yet, but I’m working on it. I promise I will be able to one day.” I state looking pleadingly into his eyes. “Can I practice some more?” I beg. As he nods, I engulf his member into my mouth once more.

For the next few minutes, I repeat this pattern, taking his cock in, sucking it a few times then deep throating it until I gag and pushing myself as far as I can go. Finally I come off his cock to catch my breath, licking it, rubbing or tapping it against my face and mouth, or licking his balls until I’m ready for more. Over the next song or so, I manage to get maybe another half inch down, meaning a full six inches down. I look up proudly at my man. As he looks back into my eyes, I can see an animalistic need in him, and I know it’s time to finish the job.

I wrap my hands around his ass, and pull him up to his feet, as I move back a little and sit back onto my heels. As he stands proudly in front of me, I lean forward, one hand on the floor as the other pulls his cock downwards towards my eager mouth. My head tilted up, I start bobbing up and down his manhood staring into his eyes, picking up the rhythm once more. I focus on the feeling of his hands running through my hair as well as that of his cock in my mouth. I reach up to grab his hand and guide it to my ponytail. He quickly grasps my meaning as he wraps his hand around it and starts guiding me on his cock. He picks the rhythm, and depth as he makes me bob up and down his cock looking down into my eyes.

As I intended, this quickly turns into him my face in earnest, as he moves his hips back and forth as much as he moves my face. I love the feeling of completely surrendering to him, letting him use my mouth as he pleases to make himself cum. He’s regularly hitting the back of my throat, making me gag. I can feel saliva dribbling down my lips and a couple of tears running down my cheeks as my eyes water. I must look like such a mess. Like the perfect little cock sucker, the dirty little cum slut that I am for him and only him. The thought of that excites me. I want to be his naughty plaything, here to provide him pleasure and do anything he wants. The thought turns me on, and my hands start roaming my body, quickly settling on my tits and pussy.

I start moaning as I touch myself once more, while he fucks my mouth. He looks incredulous and more turned on than I’ve ever seen, which excites me even further. He seems to slow down a little, even pulling out of my mouth to rub his cock on my face as I gasp and pant, catching my breath while bringing myself closer to orgasm.

“So, you want me to come on your face?” He asks with a voice thick with desire.

“Yes, please, I need you to paint my face. I want to feel your warm jizz on my cheeks, I want to smell it, and taste it. Please baby, would you do that for me?” I plead and open my mouth and hold out my tongue once more, eager for his cock.

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