Anyone who’s laughed about the unseemly appearance of a cock has never properly worshiped one.

I’ve seen my fair share, up close and personal. I’ve seen them in venues ranging from under the bleachers at a college baseball game, to the backseat of a car, to a more traditional, proper setting — aka the interior of a house. Or better yet, a bedroom. Then again, there may not be anything absolutely proper about giving a good, old-fashioned blowjob, but I love doing it!

The moment I give my guy a certain look with a raised eyebrow, my full lips curved into a smile and my head slightly tilted, he knows what’s on my mind. The anticipation of what’s to come flows through my body like a surge of power, and I’m certain he feels it, too.

Delivering an outstanding blowjob is a power trip in all the best ways.

The other day, my man had a particularly intense deadline looming at work. He’d already finished the majority of the project, but being a perfectionist, he couldn’t stop fiddling with it. He’d been cranky for a few days, distracted, and I knew the perfect antidote to make him forget the pressure — at least for a little while.

John was hunched over his desk, his fingers frozen on his keyboard, as he stared at the screen. I slipped behind him, placing my arms over the back of his shoulders and pressing my breasts against him as I kissed his exposed neck.

“Olivia, what are you up to?” His voice took on a higher pitch, but he didn’t stop staring at his screen.

“You’ve seemed so stressed out,” I whispered before depositing a trail of small kisses along his ear. I slid my hands under his T-shirt, feeling goose bumps break out over his skin. “Why don’t I help you take the edge off?”

By the time I reached his sweatpants, his bulge was tremendous. My mouth was already watering because I knew where this game was going.

He relaxed, leaning his head back with his eyes closed, his shoulders seemingly losing their tension as he asked, “What do you have in mind?”

It’s not like he needed to ask. He knew, too. But it was all part of our game.

“Chess? Maybe a video game?” I teased. “How about we go for a walk to clear your head? The weather’s nice.”

With a push on the armrest, I swiveled his chair toward me, moving into a position to dominate his attention. The tent in his gray sweatpants was formidable.

“But I don’t really have time,” he protested, gesturing toward the computer screen. “I’ve got work to do.”

“Well, the work will be waiting for you — after you take a much needed break. I think it’s time to get a little crazy.”

I gripped his stiff cock through his sweatpants, putting an exclamation point on my words. I swear his hard-on stiffened even more under my hand, feeling as if it was on full alert.

He flashed me a wicked smile and said, “Why don’t you take off that shirt and give me something pretty to look at.”

I pressed my hands against the sides of my breasts, accentuating my cleavage as I told him, “I can do that.”

I took off my loose white V-neck, revealing my cherry-blossom pink lace bra, which barely covered my nipples. I stripped off my bra, and with me standing and him sitting, his face was at the perfect height. I leaned forward and nuzzled his face between my tits, swaying as if to some unheard music.

“Stop moving,” he demanded, cupping my ass and digging his fingers into my supple flesh. He held me tightly as he licked one of my nipples, teasing it to a peak.

His tongue action really got me going. Although I enjoyed him playing with my tits, I had already mentally committed to sucking his hard cock.

“That’s nice,” I sighed. “But there’s a more pressing matter I’d like to attend to,” I told him as I playfully mussed his hair and pushed him away.

I knew he was going commando. He never bothered to wear underwear while working at home. I got on my knees and settled between his legs for a little cock-worshiping. I made a big deal of yanking his waistband down, and he raised his ass off the chair to help me strip him.

Once his lower half was naked, I ran my palms over his erection and enjoyed the soft, smooth texture of his skin. His engorged cockhead had taken on an almost light purple tone, and his dick seemed to pulse with barely contained excitement.

The heart may keep the blood pumping, but it’s the cock that truly makes the man. Each penis is so unique. My man’s curves slightly to the right and is the perfect size for me. I love to lavish it with oral attention every chance I get.

I licked John’s dick from the base to the tip in one long stroke, feeling him shudder. When I reached his cockhead, I curled my tongue, tickling the ridge of his crown, before enveloping him in my mouth.

I didn’t take him too deep, just a few wet strokes. I was priming the pump, so to speak.

“You are such a fucking tease,” John groaned in a strained voice, and he tunneled his hands through my hair, thrusting his hips upward.

I wanted him to forget his work. I wanted him to lose himself. Most of all, I wanted him to fuck my mouth.

His dick grew even harder as I sucked him, rising up and sinking down. He bucked in his seat, attempting to take control. He groaned from the pleasure as my tongue slid over the pre-come seeping from his tip, and I swallowed him deeper.

When his hold on my hair loosened a bit, I pulled back but still held the base of his rod. I decided it was time to mix things up.

John’s balls are particularly sensitive. I lapped at them before blowing on them and watching his skin contract reflexively. I took one at a time into my mouth, teasing them with my tongue and making him crazy with lust.

After a few moments of that delicious torture, I inspected my handiwork. His dick was harder than ever, his sac was constricted and his face was pink. It was as if he was concentrating really hard on a task. Most likely, not coming before he was ready.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have interrupted you,” I said, dragging my nails over his thighs. “You looked so busy.”

He glanced at his monitor and shut it off.

“I’ve got better things to do — like you.”

“Do you think you deserve it?”

I licked my middle finger, slickening it up.

“Yes,” he answered earnestly.

“If you’re a good boy, I may just let you come in my mouth,” I said.

Truth be told, I always let him come wherever he wants.

“Define ‘good boy.’”

Awww, there it was. He wanted it, the release, and he knew I could give it to him.

“Slide your ass forward a little bit and hold on to the armrests. No touching me. No funny business.”

He agreed and pushed his body forward, his cock jutting straight into the air. It was bobbing and weaving on its own, like a white flag waving in the wind.

His shaft was glistening, still slick from my mouth. Pursing my lips, I blew on it from the base to the top, and he tightened his hands against the armrests. His entire body was on edge, waiting for me to offer the ultimate reward.

“You work so hard,” I murmured. “You need to let go. You deserve it.”

“Yes.”

He clearly agreed with me.

But at that moment, he would’ve agreed to just about anything, and that thought made my wet pussy throb.

It was time to take things to the next level. I gripped him firmly, stroking his shaft as I teased his balls with my tongue. The juncture where his sac meets his cock got a dose of lavish attention. I sucked his cockhead hard while stroking him, alternating fist over fist on his rod and not letting a moment go by without delivering some kind of stimulation.

John lifted his ass off the seat, straining with the need for me to finish him off. He opened his eyes and stared at me, his lips slightly parted and his breathing coming faster. I rolled my tongue over his dickhead, finally reaching the sensitive tip. But before he could get used to the sensation, I sank down, taking him fully in my mouth.

“Oh God, Olivia,” he groaned.

His thighs tensed, and I braced them with my elbows.

I set the pace to keep him on edge, sliding my hands over his shaft — fast-fast-slow-slow-fast-fast — and sucking vigorously enough that my jaw began to ache.

My breasts longed for his touch, and I fought the urge climb aboard his cock and ride him hard. My goal was to make him forget about everything else. I could always take care of myself later. At that moment, it was all about him. 

With one hand still stroking his shaft, I moved the other down to cup his balls. He scooched forward in his seat, and I began to rub my middle finger against his asshole. He held his breath, knowing what was coming next, that perfect invasion of his body — and an even further loss of control for him.

Ass-play always drives him wild. A light tickle during a hot-and-heavy blowjob always adds some spice.

But he seemed truly primed for finger-fucking. I’d made sure my digit was slick with saliva, so it easily slipped into his back hole.

Despite my warning to let me take the wheel, he began thrusting his hips, pumping his cock faster and faster into my mouth. All of his squirming also served to drive my digit further inside his rear passage.

And with that, I felt his first orgasmic spasm as his cock exploded, shooting come into my mouth. The hot jets of his cream came too quickly for me to handle, and some spilled out the corners of my lips. He held the back of my head, forcing me deeper onto him. I let him take control of me, relaxed my throat and swallowed his spewing dick.

For a few seconds, he continued to pulse. But eventually his tremors subsided.

I was the ultimate good girl and pulled back to lick his twitching cock and balls, scooping up every stray drop of his load.

Seconds later, he pulled his pants back on and swiveled the chair back toward the computer.

“Thank you,” he said as he fired up his monitor once more. “I promise to pay you back later.”

And that night, that’s exactly what he did.