“I told you, call me Jill.”

“Jill. Yes, I’m sorry.”

“Shhh!” Jill says, sliding off the bed while still holding on to X’s hard, latex-wrapped cock. “Come, sit in the chair.” 

Jill’s grip on X’s cock is as much a crutch as it is a display of dominance. In addition to her pussy tingling and head spinning induced by X’s sucking and fingering extravaganza,  a beam of pride shines as well: It’s been a hot minute since I sheathed a dick with just my mouth, and I fucking did it blindfolded!    

Jill releases his cock and lowers herself to her knees in front of X, sitting in the overstuffed chair like a King on a throne. X reaches out with his hands, says, “Let me check that your blindfold is secure. Nice.” After a pause, he continues, “That was one hell of a tongue roll, Jill!”

Jill finds his knees with her hands.   

“Thank you!"  answers Jill, a smile stretches across her face as she runs her fingers slowly up the inside of his naked thighs. She thinks to herself, I had forgotten how a good gagging makes me gush!

“I don’t give blowjobs,” Jill asserts. “I suck dick. And I want your dick in my mouth!” as her fingers reach the top of his thighs and take X’s cock back in her grasp.

X smiles as he relaxes, looking over Jill’s head at the empty bed and the discarded headset. Thinking to himself, I’ve pleased a Queen for a King’s cuckold’s pleasure, but this is the first time a cuck chair is my throne, with the Queen at my feet. But you aren’t just any Queen, are you? You’re not looking for a King to follow. You know your power.  You know who you are.

Looking directly into her blindfold, he responds, “It will be my honor.”

Could you be her? X thinks to himself.   It must be 30 years!  The no-name girl with piercing green eyes and an unforgettable walk-away ass.  Could this be you? What color are your eyes?

Jill’s tongue slowly circles the tip of X’s sheathed cock, her thumb rhythmically rubbing the delicate connecting skin under his bulbous head.  What’s that called, frenum? Frenulum? Whatever, I know he’s loving this!

She wraps her mouth around his crown and slides down his slippery shaft. Pleased with her pre-lubricating efforts, she slowly, intentionally, methodically works his cock in and out of her mouth, and deeper with each cycle. The gagging reflex kicks in, and she coughs like a newbie smoker. Jill lifts her head to gulp fresh air while maintaining a firm grip on the base of his cock.

 “I’m out of practice.” She says, tilting her head to one side, licking her lips for good measure.

X considers her pause, always pregnant with possibilities. Looking for support and permission to fail, Mrs. Robinson? Jill. Your trust in me is intoxicating, he says to himself. “I understand. I am here for you,” he says, deeply admiring the soul of the blindfolded nymph on her knees.

Jill takes a few calming breaths, then takes him into her mouth, sliding down until her chin hits her hand holding the base of his cock.  Her airway blocked, she starts her countdown. 

Five - I can do this.

X places his hands gently on the top of her head, reaffirming his role as a loving disciplinarian supporting their disciple.

Four.  Jill gags, her airways blocked. Fighting her instinct to run for comfort, she squeezes her eyes closed behind the mask.

Three.  Jill retches, instinctively rearing her head back into X’s fingers.  His gentle yet firm grasp encourages her to push through the discomfort. It’s not pain. It’s discomfort. I am living.

X speaks to the top of her head, “I’m checking in. You, OK?”

Jill, squeezing X’s cock tightly with one hand and digging her freshly painted nails into his hip with the other, bobs her head affirmatively.  His cock bumping the back of her throat, as his hands maintain a supportive presence, reinforces her resolve. 

Two - HOLD IT! HOLD!  Like a cucumber. I can do this.  Almost there!

One - Jill lurches, her entire body convulses. X moves his hands away.  Her chest heaves, lungs gasping for relief.

The volcanic eruption of phlegm expels in both violent spurts and a slow, oozing flow.  She raises her cupped palm near her chin to catch the slimy spit dripping from her mouth. 

Releasing X’s cock, she says to herself, God, this is awesome! I still got it!

Jill then moves her hand from his cock to her swollen, wet lips, where she dips her fingers into her drenched honeypot. I love what this does to my pussy. Mmmm… Oh boy, I almost launched my butt plug! That would have been a new one!

With the fingers of one hand in her pussy and the palm of the other pooled with phlegm, Jill asks herself, Oh, what’s a girl to do?

Her breathing settles, her mind clears.  Jill raises her elbows, prompting X’s knees upward. She whispers, “Hold your legs up”. 

X obeys, taking hold behind his knees. Jill offers her pussy-laden fingers toward his mouth. X accepts and moans approvingly at her taste.

Jill then takes the palm full of phlegm and slathers his cock and balls, stroking up and down.   Excess lube trickles down to his perineum and fully presented bum hole. 

Jill moves her newly manicured fingernails of both hands to the inside of his knees, grazing them slowly down the back of his thighs toward his phlegm-covered family jewels. She gathers them in her hands, leans in, and swirls her tongue around his balls, sucking each into her mouth one at a time. Spittle drools out of her mouth and flows over his ball sack and drips down.  Jill dips the tip of her tongue into his anus, flicking up and down. 

X moans. Oh my God, this is amazing! He says to himself.  How do we connect so well?

Jill runs her wet tongue up his shaft while running both hands up his chest, taking his cock back in her mouth, and pinching his nipples in the same instant.

X shrieks!

Jill giggles as she rises from the floor, saying, “I’m climbing up; hold me steady.” Before X can check her impulsivity, she steps on the seat cushion, then up onto each armrest, leaning in as she places her hands against the wall.  Confident in her footing and X’s hands holding her calves, she Goddess squats down to mash and grind her wet pussy lips against his bearded mouth.  X moves his hands to her buttocks for support, as well as holding her tighter to his face. He sucks her swollen clit and lips into his mouth, pulses hard and rapidly.   

Jill shudders as her sex explodes violently onto X’s face. Her blindfold-blackout shatters into a searing fireworks show; knees buckling, she collapses into his lap and a fully protective embrace.  Jill nods off in a languid pool of orgasmic bliss.

X marvels at the deep trust and confidence this sleeping Queen affords him. Thinking to himself,  there is a difference between an experienced slut and a fully engaged, soulful lover.   My dear Jill, you are the latter.

Jill wakes, momentarily confused as to where she is. The smell of her sex on X’s beard shimmies her back to reality, and she reaches down to feel his girth.  “I need a ride,” she says as she moves off X’s lap, holding onto his again-rigid cock. She stands and turns her backside to her King for the day, showcasing her unforgettable ass for X with a slow shimmy.

Jill slowly lowers her wet pussy lips onto his girthy impaling tool. Slowly gyrating her hips, she delights in her good fortune to experience the luscious benefit of double penetration, every nerve ending firing in her nether region.

X slides his hands from her hips up, grabbing a breast in each hand. The sensation of his cock rubbing against the butt plug through her perineal wall is shockingly more erotic than he has ever experienced. X implores himself, ‘Dude, be professional!’  Don’t cum too fast!  O’s - 6, Yanks - 3.  Sox - 4, Jays - 2. O’s - 6, Yanks – 3…

Jill thrusts with increasing intensity. Faster, faster, grinding harder and taking full advantage of the quadrupling number of affected nerve endings gifted by double penetration. She revels in the rapidly rising explosion. Her back arches and her legs thrust out. Cumming harder than the previous jackpots, “Aaaaarrrggghhhh” her primal scream vibrates into eternity. Instinctively, she moves her quaking hands to cover her sated pussy. . 

Having exploded his load into the condom, X fights through his need to collapse and wraps his arms around Jill’s waist, pulling her back into his heaving chest to find each other’s rhythm. They recover. 

“Well, Mrs…er Jill, That was pretty awesome all around. You are a gifted lover.” X whispers. 

X dresses, then kneels to pick up the lone button from Jill’s shirt and the discarded condom package off the floor when a glimmer under the bed catches his eye:  Ankle straps and a spreader bar.   

“It looks like the remnants of a playroom under here,” X says.

“Oh, yes,” Jill replies.  “This was going to be our playroom.  We unpacked but never used it before Bill died.”

“Hmmm,” X replies.  “That’s a different kind of discipline.  Hate to see these things go to waste.”

“Hmmm,” Jill replies.

“Hmmm,” X repeats. A long beat of possibilities passes in the silence.  I look forward to hearing from you soon. Good night and thank you.”

“Thank you! There’s an envelope on the table in the foyer,” Jill says. As X leaves without speaking further, he blows out candles on his way down the staircase.

The front door opens and closes, Jill curls up in the bed thinking about her rebirthed playroom, saying aloud, “Fresh cucumbers may last longer, but they don’t pinch and cuddle.  And he’s better than any cucumber I’ve had from my garden.”