The ninth submission to The Fellatio Project.  Tonight we welcome Penelope Jones…her words can be found here.

blowjobFloored wasn’t even the word for what Phoebe felt.

“Did you say I’m giving a class on blowjobs?” Her pale blonde brow crept up in the air questioningly.

“I did, and I’ll be your demo top.” Jeff, her owner, said.

He must have thought he was being funny, by the smug look on his face, but Phoebe was mortified.  And to make matters worse, not only was he not kidding, but she wasn’t sure she could do it. It seemed Jeff was certain his girl could do anything.

“You didn’t think you could do the orgy, Phoebe.” His calloused palm gruffly cupped her cheek. “You didn’t think you’d like being “marked” by me, and you loved both, right?” Chocolate brown eyes collided with her pale blue’s and she nodded with a hint of a smile.

“Yes, Sir.” She meekly replied. “Can we practice?” Phoebe’s smile lit the room like that of a child’s on Christmas morning. She suddenly had ideas!

“Now?” He quipped. It was Jeff’s turn to quirk his brow up.

“Yes… your cock is calling my name, Master.” A snicker/snort slipped from Phoebe, and Jeff lay back in bed and waved a hand over the duvet.

“My cock is yours to educate,  my love.” A devious wink was sent Phoebe’s way, and she dared to wink back.

“Oh I shall, Sir. I shall!” Phoebe threw the covers recklessly off them both; her milky-white skin pimpled with goosebumps as she inched between his muscular legs.

Her hands kneading their way up his inner thighs; she was a woman on a mission. Hovered over Jeff, Phoebe prepared to dazzle her owner with her expertise of cock sucking.

“You think my skills are honed enough to teach a class, Sir?” Her hand wrapped at the base of his hardening cock.

“Are you questioning me, Phoebe?” Jeff cleared his throat and looked at her pointedly.

Saving herself from having to answer, her mouth opened wide, and she shoved the head of his cock inside. It was long, and thick and delicious; and Phoebe was devouring it inch by inch. She did love catching him off guard; Jeff’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and all those questions faded away.

“You are a devilish tart, my girl… devilish, indeed.” He groaned out the last part as Phoebe’s mouth met his pubs, and she gagged.

Her head shot off his cock like a cannon leaving strings of spittle between him and her pale pink lips only to slam his shaft right back down her throat. Phoebe was a glutton for punishment, yes, but this sent electrifying jolts of desire straight to her pussy.

She was steady bobbing her head up and down his shaft, letting him fall out into her hand and smacking her lips and cheek repeatedly with his cock until she felt the fire burning in them. Then she’d devour his delicious dick once more, playing hide the wiener down her throat!

This was by far her favorite part of the entire event… when he literally skull fucked her.

“Is that all you got… I thought you wanted to fuck my throat, Sir?” Phoebe knew just how to get his motor ragging, and soon she found herself on her back and pinned down by his legs over her arms, and he used the headboard for leverage.

Like the red sea, Phoebe’s lips parted and his dick danced just along her salivating tongue. “You want more, girl? Beg me…” Damn tall men! Phoebe desperately pecked at his cock to get him in her mouth, but Jeff would just sit up a bit more so she couldn’t. “Beg, slut.”

“Please let me suck you off, Master.” Phoebe pleaded. “Please let your good, whore suck your cock—”

He barely let Phoebe finish before his cock slipped between her lips, slithered past her tongue and pounded down her throat, repetitively.  Phoebe gagged, but continued to swallow down that tasty treat the moment he began slamming it down her esophagus. Awaking the beast within the both were the sounds that filled the room. His grunts, her groans and then they moaned together.

“Fuck Phoebe… Just like that, my little slut.” He breathed out with a heady sigh. Jeff’s ass pressed up into the air as his dick massaged the back of Phoebe’s throat once more. It was a dance of lovers, of owner and slave they did often, and tonight could only be made better by Phoebe’s next move.

Her hands pried his thighs further apart; her mouth left his cock behind in search of more. Her hand stroked the delicious fuck stick up and down as her lips wrapped around his weighty nuts sucking them into her greedy mouth. Phoebe allowed some of the spit to string to her waiting index finger.  Soon it was pushing at his anus, and her mouth licked and sucked its way back up his shaft slamming it down her throat just as her finger slipped past his tight anal ring.

It all unfolded so quickly; Jeff’s body instantly froze and he roared out as streams of cum melted onto the back of Phoebe’s tongue, and she guzzled down each and every drop he rewarded her.

“FUCK! Drink my cum, baby, drink it, slut!” Shoving his hands into her hair and in turn her lips met his pubes and Phoebe’s air supply was cut off. “Take it… take it all, my little cum guzzling whore.” Name calling set her off faster than almost anything, then add in asphyxiation, and Phoebe came undone just as he finished off. Quakes of desire, need, love, lust pulsed through her cunt and she cried out in rapture.

It was all just a cluster fuck of orgasmic paradise, and once Jeff collapsed next to Phoebe on the bed, she rolled over and pretended to sleep, even snored a few times.

“Oh… you think we’re done?” He chuckled.

“We aren’t?” She asked her voice laced with that coy tone. “Is this class on cock sucking or being your beck and call girl?” Giggles erupted from her.

And the fight was on…

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