JiMC - Title - Lucky Tickets

"Tell me," I demanded.

"Betty says that it you play with your clittie enough, the feeling is good, and gets better and better… until you almost go crazy." I looked at Patrice. She was still sitting with her legs on the side of the recliner, holding open her pussy for my inspection, explaining to me about female orgasms.

"You can sit normally now," I told Patrice. "Thanks for the lesson."

Patrice was beet red with embarrassment.

I watched her, amused. Finally, I said, "I’ll let you decide your punishment. Fifty spankings, a blow job, a fuck, or I turn you into a whore."

Patrice’s complexion turned white. This was her moment of truth. She considered her options. "Spanking?" she asked.

"Is that your choice?" I asked.

"No. I meant, what kind of spanking?" she asked me.

"Bare bottom. With my belt," I said, touching my waist. "Fifty smacks. Hard."

"You said you didn’t want to fuck me," Patrice said.

"True. But if you choose that, I’ll make an exception."

"And a blow job?" she asked.

"Just like you gave Donny. And I shoot into your mouth. I don’t want to make a mess in here."

"A blow job in the living room?" Patrice asked, as if I was out of my mind.

"You have just been sitting there, holding your cunt open for me for five minutes. A blow job is that much worse?" I asked.

I saw Patrice glance at my crotch. I don’t know if she was gauging the size of my belt, or the size of my cock. I didn’t really care.

"If I let you punish me, you won’t do anything else to me?" she asked.

"Patrice, you don’t have to LET me do anything. I AM going to punish you. You can choose your punishment. And, after today, I will never make you do anything else against your will ever again. You have my solemn promise."

Patrice looked at me with untrusting eyes. "How do I know you’ll keep your promise?"

"You don’t. But consider this. I could make you WANT to fuck me right now. And I’m not doing it. I’m letting you decide. If you allow me to punish you, and you are sincerely sorry for treating me like shit, and promise never to do so again, and MEAN IT," I glared at her, letting her know that I was serious. "Then I will make that promise, and mean it as much as you do."

Patrice considered this. She was looking at my crotch again. She was silent for three or four minutes when she finally spoke.

"Jim. I am truly sorry for treating you like shit. I promise never, ever to do that again. To you, or any of Jack’s friends. If you insist that I be punished…" She looked at me, hoping for a reprieve. There was none. "Then, I guess that oral sex would probably be what I want."

My rigid cock got even harder, if that were at all possible.

"A blow job?" I blurted out, not believing my ears.

Patrice nodded.

I continued kneeling before Patrice’s recliner, thinking what she had just agreed to. It took me a while before I could actually speak.

"Patrice, where do I go when you give me a blow job?" I said when I got my voice back.

"Um, I think the sofa is best. Take off your pants and sit down normally. I’ll kneel between your legs."

"OK." I felt a bit odd taking my pants off in front of Patrice. Then I realized that she was already naked.

I pulled my pants down, and had a bit of difficulty with my jockeys. My cock was quite erect, and difficult to extricate. I finally managed to get them down.

I sat down on the sofa, and Patrice slowly came over and knelt between my knees. Very slowly, she moved her hands toward my dick. When she made contact, it jumped, similar to the way her body reacted when I touched her "clittie."

Patrice smiled at my reaction, and started giving me a two-hand hand job. I never thought anything could compare to myself jacking off, but having Patrice touching me set my senses on overload.

She started to move her head toward my crotch when I felt that familiar feeling flood through my balls. I didn’t even have time to vocalize when I started to shoot.

My semen shot up, hitting Patrice in the forehead. She continued to pump me, not completely realizing what was happening. I continued to spurt, jets of come shooting almost as high as my head! I could actually see them arc in the air in front of me.

After fifteen seconds, the sensation had passed. Patrice’s hands were covered with my slime. There was a splotch on her forehead, and another on top of her head where a jet had landed in her hair. There was semen all over my crotch and thighs as well.

I was expecting Patrice to give a girlish "Yuck!" at my reaction. She didn’t. Instead, she looked at her hands, which were coated with the slimy substance. She looked up at me and gave me a very faint smile.

I guessed that my one opportunity for a blow job had ended prematurely. I was quite a bit disappointed. I had been fantasizing about my cock in her mouth ever since she had described her giving Donny Erickson a blow job.

Amazingly, I was still hard. I had just sent a volume of semen all over Patrice and myself, and I was still hard!

Once again, Patrice looked up at me, and back down at my cock. She stuck out her tongue and moved her head downward. She was still going to take me into her mouth!

She gave a tentative lick to the head of my cock, and once again I twitched. I was still in the throes of orgasm, though, and it didn’t jump as much as it did when Patrice first touched my cock with her hands.

Patrice put her tongue back into her mouth, and looked thoughtful as she tasted. She raised her eyes back up to meet mine, and she smiled at me.

Her tongue darted out again, and this time it licked all over the head of my cock, picking up the semen that had remained from my blast. She opened her mouth, and touched her lips to my cock, and it felt wonderful.

She brought her hands up toward her lips, and her tongue darted out to lick the slime from her fingertips. And then, after what seemed to me to be hours, her lips suddenly closed around the head of my dick.

The feeling was indescribable! I could feel her lips and tongue all over the head, moving back and forth. It was exquisite torture. I felt something at the base of my cock, and realized that she was sucking… I could feel the suction all the way to my balls!

Slowly, Patrice started moving her hands again, jacking me. I could still feel the suction… it felt so good that it almost hurt! I didn’t complain, and she continued to blow me.

Even though I had just come, I knew that I was going to erupt again. My balls started making that familiar push and once again I came. Patrice kept on sucking, and this time, my semen was going straight into her mouth.

She continued to jack me and suck until I was completely spent. My second blast didn’t seem as strong to me as the first time that I came, but the feeling was much better since I was feeling her mouth and tongue on me this time.

As my balls emptied, I realized that I had my hands on the top of her head, pressing down as I was pumping my crotch upward. Before, Patrice only had my dick in her mouth just enough to cover the head. But now, she had nearly half of my cock in her mouth.

Was her mouth big enough for my entire cock? I had never seen my cock so big or thick before. It seemed nearly as thick as my fist!

But Patrice was bobbing her head in time with my hands, and I could feel her lips sliding up and down the shaft of my cock.

I let go of her head, and she continued bobbing up and down my cock. Finally she let it pop out of her mouth.

I could only think, "Wow! That’s fucking awesome!"

I didn’t know what to say to Patrice. I had definitely passed some sort of milestone that day, and she was the girl that had done it to me!

Patrice looked at her fingers, and saw my first come starting to dry on her fingers. She turned around and picked up a box of Kleenex from underneath the cocktail table. She licked at her hands, and used the tissues to get herself clean. Then she worked on the mess between my legs, using both her tongue and tissues.