It was Wednesday morning, and I was excited. Wednesdays are my day to be a nasty slut. My husband leaves for work early, and my two teenagers are out the door by seven A.M. Now I have a few hours to prepare for my date, so to speak. My name is Aubrey, and I have a secret I have only shared with my lovers.
At thirty-seven, I am a devoted cock worshipper. I love cocks and will suck a cock whenever I can. My husband loves that I suck his cock, but he thinks that his cock is the only cock that has ever been in my mouth. This is just not so.
I have had many cocks over my lifetime. I would give a boy a hand job or a blow job in high school just to keep from screwing a boy and getting knocked up. I had a hot body as a young woman, and now men still consider me a hot piece of ass. I am no longer the petite vixen that I was in college. My ass has spread a bit, but still firm and looks good in a thong or G-string. My tits grew during my two pregnancies, and I have big boobs with dark areolas and very pink nipples. My husband loves to suck on them, and I like to put them on display.
My love for cocks began in high school and continues to this day. While I did perfect my oral skills using his dick, his dick has never been enough to satisfy my desire to worship a man's stiff appendage. It is incredible how a man's dick can be so soft and velvety and transform so damn hard and unyielding, filling my mouth and shooting his cum down my throat.
I had no problem finding a dick to suck when I was younger and in college. So many willing young men loved to fuck my mouth, and I was grateful for them donating their hot sperm in my mouth. I have sucked cocks of various colors and sizes white, Middle Eastern, Asian, African, and European. Still, of all the cocks I find an uncut cock the most intriguing and fun to play with. My first uncircumcised cock frightened me a bit. That one-eyed trouser snake, wearing a turtleneck, was peering out at me. Wrapping my fingers around his thick shaft, the turtleneck soon disappeared, and I had his cock in my mouth and licking it as the pre-cum oozed from his slit.
My Wednesday forays into the beautiful world of sex began after the kids were in high school, and I found more time on my hands than I knew what to do with, so I found something. I spent time online looking at and reading porn; my interest was oral sex. I like to watch big cock sliding in and out of women's mouths. The telltale gobs of cum of a satisfied man on a woman's face. It stirred so many memories of my youth and all the cocks I have sucked. Now here I am, getting ready to suck another one today.
At eleven AM, I will meet my lover for the day. I have bathed in scented oil and slipped on a pair of blue bikini panties and a blue push-up bra with lace trim. Wearing a Khaki skirt and an indecent crop top for a woman my age. My 36D boobs damn nearly fell out of my bra, and I knew Ted would approve of that. I had given Ted head before, once in a porn theater where we first met, and the last time was in his pick-up truck. Today Ted wanted to meet at this sleazy motel near the truck stop. I had a feeling Ted desired to fuck me, and I would not object if he could get it up after I sucked him off.
I pulled into the motel parking lot and saw Ted's truck parked at the far end of the lot. I pulled in next to it and got out. Ted had texted me that it was room 128, and the door was unlocked. I turned the knob, and the door opened. Ted was sitting in the reclining chair.
Ted's eyes fixated on my tits, hoping they would fall out of their cloth cradle and he could see them close up. Now I love worshipping any cock, really, but this cock was special. There were few things in this world as pleasurable as cock worship for me. It is more than just my lover's cock. It was God's cock. At least to me, it was. With a cock in my mouth, it was like a god was fucking my heart so profoundly and openly that I worshipped every inch of his cock like it was God's greatest gift to this planet. I was the chosen one, especially to suck his cock. And how could I do anything except offer utmost reverence to his most penetrative being?
My tongue swirls around his hardness, and the taste of Ted's pre-cum fills my mouth. My hands wrap around his shaft. I gag, only enough to amuse him, before taking him deeper inside my warm, wet mouth. My thick lips consume his cock. I pull him out, gently blowing on his tip before continuing. I sigh lightly.
I felt his erect consciousness unrelentingly penetrate everything, the space, the world, my mouth, her heart. His manhood is mine now. Because the truth is: contrary to popular belief, that cock is not some brainless pleasure rod. It is a man's essence. By sucking him off, I intimately taste a piece of his consciousness, a bit of his vigorous being. I touch him through his cock. There is no greater intimacy for me than taking my lover into my mouth, feeling his being pulse deeply inside her.