Violet Blue - The Ultimate Guide to Fellatio - How to Go Down on a Man and Give Him Mind-Blowing Pleasure

In other parts of this book I’ve touched briefly on master/slave and dominant/submissive contexts for fellatio, and the unique ability of oral sex to slip into many molds, many scenarios. When the receiver is dominant, ordering his partner to give him head strengthens his role as a master or top. And the reverse may be equally true: when you go down on him, it might be a pleasure you dole out as a dominant, a reward for good behavior, or to prolong erotic torture in which you never give him enough of what he needs. He may relish the feeling of being able to relax and let you take over, or in reverse, his controlling your mouth and telling you what to do may be the type of “letting go” that gets you off. This type of role-play takes fellatio to another level, deepening the experience with a mixture of power and devotion.

Don’t confine your efforts to controlling his limbs; investigate the world of possibilities afforded by sight restriction. So simple, yet so effective, a blindfold can be used on its own or in combination with any of the other techniques in this book to create an oral sex experience he won’t forget. A blindfold takes away his sight, making him depend on you more for sensory information, heightening his awareness of his physicality, making him helpless and hyperaware at the same time. Because he can’t see what you’re up to, it gives you extra room to relax, knowing that he’s both unsteady and unable to watch you.

Take my advice and buy an actual blindfold. Don’t bother with scarves, ties, or silky undergarments, even when improvisation might be sexy. Blindfolds made specifically for sex fit better and more comfortably, and they restrict sight more reliably. Many are padded or have fake fur inside, and have wide elastic straps or are adjustable for the comfort of the wearer. Improvised items may become painfully tight or uncomfortable, or loosen and slip, coming off at inopportune moments. Plus, you don’t want to be worrying about the blindfold when you’re concentrating on his cock, and you don’t want him left with blurry vision or a headache—you want him hungry for more of what you’re giving him.

Maybe there’s no such thing as love at first sight, but lust at first sight…well, that’s a different story altogether. Because that’s what I had, and I had it bad. Lust for the dark-haired, dark-eyed captain of a rough-and-rowdy road crew.

The crew had been out in our little rural community for weeks. Trimming trees. Moving boulders. And making me want to come. Not all of them. Just one of them. A fiercely handsome man with a sleek mustache and sparkling brown eyes. He’d look at me when he was the one holding up the Stop sign, and I’d look back through the windshield, flush, and look away. How many times? Three, four—every fucking time I went to do an errand. And I went to do more errands than usual when I knew they were at work. I put on elaborate make-up just to go to the grocery store. Normally a jeans-and-T-shirt-type of girl, I wore skirts and high-heeled leather boots, and I took extra time styling my long black hair.

After several weeks of visual foreplay, I got bold. I held his eye contact and stared back at him, gazed through my cherry-flush, forcing the connection. He liked that. He tilted his head at me and narrowed his eyes, and I could almost hear what he was thinking. Take me on? Is that what you think you’re doing, little girl? You think you can take me?

The men were connected to one another with walkie-talkies, alerting each other when cars were waiting at either end of the road work. One afternoon, I watched a heavy-set man radio another while the Stop sign was in place. After a moment, he flipped the sign to Slow and motioned me forward. As I drove around the windy roads, I spotted a golden-yellow work truck in my rear-view mirror. Was it him? How was I supposed to find out?

I kept on my normal route, I saw the truck holding steady, and finally I pulled into the dirt lot of a local park. Empty. Totally empty. Surrounded by trees. Hidden. The truck pulled in behind me, and my man got out. I knew in my head what I wanted to do, but I didn’t know whether people really behaved like that outside of porno movies. Could I step from my convertible, rush over, and tell him what to do to me? Turned out I didn’t have to. He knew. True doms can always sniff out a sub.

With a nod of his head, he motioned for me to come toward him. I slid from my seat, slammed the door behind me, and walked to the back of his truck. As soon as I was in his range, he gripped onto my shoulders and brought me into his arms for a kiss—the kiss I’d imagined since I’d first seen him. Hot and fast, his mouth firm against mine, his teeth finding my bottom lip and then biting it hard. Then, because it had to happen, because it was right, he pushed me down on the gravel-strewn dirt and unbuttoned his deeply faded jeans. I was ready, my lips parted, mouth open, but he stopped me before I could act. Quickly, he pulled his heavy leather belt free from his jeans, and with me in the exact position he wanted, he captured my wrists tightly behind my back.

“Such a tease,” he said, running his fingers roughly under my chin, tilting my head upward with a jerk. “Such a fucking tease.”

I sighed, so hungry now, so desperate, but he wasn’t ready to give in. All I wanted was the taste of his cock in my mouth, and I wanted it more than anything I’ve ever craved, yet he wouldn’t let me suckle him. With one hand still under my chin, he ran the back of his free hand against my cheek, softly, making me tremble all over at the gentleness of his touch. Then his hand came up high in the air, and he slapped my cheek, catching me off-guard, making me bite down on a moan. I lowered my head, shuddering all over, feeling how wet my panties were growing. Feeling how much I needed this. Needed him to treat me exactly the way he was.

“Look at me, baby,” he insisted, and I raised my head.

Now, he pushed forward, butting against my lips with the head of his cock. Oh, God, oh Christ, was I ready. I wanted to drink, wanted to drain, wanted to swallow him whole. But still he wouldn’t let me. He plunged in, taking his pleasure, then slid back out and bent to rub my nipples forcefully through my thin white blouse. He pinched them hard, and I arched and groaned, and while my mouth was open, he slid his cock in again. Each time he played me, he made me wetter still. So that I didn’t know what I was doing anymore. All I knew was I had the need—the urgency—to drink him down.

“Bad girl,” he said, “lost in your little games. Cruising the curves in your silver convertible. And all you want is for someone to fuck that sweet mouth of yours. Isn’t that right?”

I think I nodded. I know I moaned. And he let me, finally, let me have at him. I swallowed with a vengeance. I sucked and pulled, my cheeks indenting with the intensity of my hunger. He held me steady with his rough hands on my shoulders, pinned me in place in his strong grip. My eyes wide open, I saw the trees behind him, saw his scuffed work boots below, the dirt under my knees. It was a relief to be allowed to use my mouth, to trick my tongue up and down his straining rod. I almost cried with the release of tasting the first drops of his pre-come.

When I could think of nothing more than draining his every drop, he pulled out again, lifted me up by my arms, and bent me over. Holding me steady, my skirt captured up at my waist, he slid my panties all the way down my legs and waited for me to step out of them. Then he punished my naked ass with his large open hand, spanking me hard and fast. All my faith was in him. He had the total control to keep me balanced, so that I wouldn’t fall forward against the gravel, so that I wouldn’t collapse on the ground. I had no thoughts now; I simply let him take me. Let him push me back down again onto the scraped raw skin of my knees, so that I could open my mouth wide and suck him. Sweetly suck him. My mouth earning the pleasure of the power he imparted.