i had successfully
gotten my lips clamped around the base of his glan and the seal was now
complete. Buck as we might, i was able to capture, and
swallow every surge of spunk as we both road the climatic
journey. i now know that was my first climax, but at the time
i was totally unprepared, and was mystified as to what was happening to
me. my pussy was literally squirting fluid and my entire body
seemed to be electrified. This time there was no guilt, this
time there was no revulsion, and this time i was being as i had
desired. The flood slowly reduced and then finally
stopped. The amount of flow was a meal in itself.
His erection did not diminish so i continued to suckle his meaty cock
head.
He said
not a word, but i could tell he wanted more by the subtle and gentle
thrusts of his hips, and the ever present throbbing of his magnificent
tool. Slowly i experimented with opening my mouth wider so
that i might take some of his shaft in addition to just the
head. i found that it could be done if i did so slowly and
allowed the stretching of my lips to become familiar. Slowly
my lips slid down the shaft a half inch at a time, then i would pull
back as i would close, and tighten my lips to pull back up his long
cock stem. Then back down, relaxing, and even forcing open my
lips so that air could escape between the shaft and my lips.
Each time, my lips traveling further down, and each time coming back up
the suction grew stronger. Finally that wonderful member
started to strike against the back of my mouth cavity, on the down
stroke, and at that exact moment he said; "Take your time, suck it
slow." Silly me, i thought i had been going slowly!
Taking his
wishes to heart i slowed my actions considerably. The suction
at the top of my stroke caved in my cheeks painfully, but i forcefully
maintained the utmost of suction. Then i'd completely relax
my lips, breath through my nose, and with a popping sound slowly push
downward allowing the displaced airflow out between lips and
man-meat. i established a rhythm and upheld it. He
drove down the highway and gently down my throat, while i accepted and
encouraged and sucked. My jaw, the muscles of my face, and
neck pained me greatly. But i was absolutely obsessed, if not
hypnotized by this activity. i had no thought of stopping;
the only thoughts were directed toward my performance.
Finally, after maybe 45 minutes to an hour he said; "Get ready, I'm
going to cum." With that spoken, he lunged forward at the
moment i had relaxed my lips, and my suction. His penis
slammed the back of my throat and myself being caught unprepared; his
cock went right past the back of my mouth cavity, and down my throat.
He had taken one hand from the wheel and was mashing my head down hard
and at the same time he rammed his hips forward. The result
was that i was completely impaled on his cock. Fortunately i
had taken a breath just before the lunge because he clamped down on my
head as he ejaculated down my throat. He was powerful and i
could not move my head what so ever, all i could do was take whatever
he gave. His ejaculation was so forceful i could feel it
swelling my throat and reflexively i swallowed repeatedly.
The sensation of my swallowing seemed to excite him even
more. i seemed to be out of my own body. i could
see my white head impaled on this black pole and then, everything went
black.
The next i remember is John pulling me up by my hair and putting me
back into my seat. i was breathing hard, my jaw ached a little but
other then that i was quite content, even happy. For the first time in
my life i had sex with a man, on my terms, at my selected point in time
and i really enjoyed it. No shame, no resentment only a wonderful
feeling of accomplishment.
"You OK? John asked. i answered "Great, that was wonderful. Never saw a
cock that big before. Did i do it ok?" Then John said:
"You give the best head that I ever got; I thinks you passed out at the
end there, but damn girl, what a blow job. I got to tell you one thing
though; I likes to be the one that calls the shots round here. Next
time I want you to suck me how bout I put your head down in my lap.
With a woman like you, ya know, kind a pushy and horny, I like to
control the action. Besides, I was looking forward to fuckin you good
when we pulled over tonight, now I might have to wait a bit."
That was the beginning of my path to submission. John was not in the
Guild; The Guild had not allowed blacks in until the last couple of
years and i'm sure he never had heard of it anyway. Nor did he really
know about such "schools of thought". But John was a natural Master and
without him even realizing it he was my first great teacher. i road
with John for the next six months (as i'll reveal in future pages) and
each day he moved me closer and closer to my naturally submissive
personality. This first day of freedom had actually been my last.
Because of my own lust, lack of control, lack of maturity and my true
nature i am destined to be subservient. i had passionately devoured his
cock, but to him it felt like i was devouring his manhood and his
dominion as well. Men of his nature need to control, especially when
dealing with a sex crazed female like me. The essence of this truth
began in my mind the moment John had complained.
There was a deafening silence in the cab for a couple of minutes. i
finally summoned up the courage and said: "i am so sorry! You just tell
me when YOU want me to do something next time. i'll do anything you
ask, just tell me and i'll do it OK…… Sir? Where
the "Sir" came from i'll never know, it just came out of me. The word
seemed to just naturally roll out. He too hesitated to response but
soon he said: "I like you calling me Sir…….Call
me 'Sir' from now on. I like that. Now let's just not talk for a while"
i just answered: "Yes Sir".
