I wanted to slow him down.

I wanted him to let go...we had an hour after all.

I needed him to get out of his head and away from those Whirlwind thoughts...I wanted him in my space WITH me.

I held the nape of his neck and whispered suggestions while placing my lips on his

And


All the time

Stroking his cock and balls with my other hand

"...imagine my mouth on your balls..."

"...imagine that tip of your cock between my ass cheeks...slliiippping and sllliddding..."

"...imagine the flick of my tongue..."

"...let go. Drip for me."

I stood back and we both looked down at his hardness and admired.... the hardness of him.

Words suggestive reined him in and what followed was a "cock fest" of note.

RB.

Aaaah.

Cockworshipping is much more than sticking your dick in my mouth and me twirling and flicking and licking that shaft and tip.

It is even more than sucking that dick of yours .

Or spitting on it and slurping all over it.

Oral is one thing.

Cockworshipping is another...and oral...is a small part of cockworshipping.

GRIN.

BIG RB GRIN....I shall "fuck" your cock for ythe whole time u shall have booked with me.

I shall edge u , eat u, caress u...."love" u ....I mean, your cock.

Now. Let that imagination go and tell me your cockworshipping fantasy !

X!

RB.

Each stocking taken off deliberately and slowly.

Affording him a glimpse of the sole of my feet.

I sat between his sprawled legs...his cock high in anticipation of a toe, a heel...an instep.

As i placed each foot strategically to rest that shaft between my feet, my toes toward him and my heels pressing ever gently into his balls, I asked him if he wanted to oil my feet for me.

He said "do your thing."

I did.

I dribbled and dripped that oil all over his shaft and it ran down over my toes and feet.

They glistened as did his cock head.

I drooled at the sight as did he.

And then began the cockworship with my feet.

I slipt and slid that cock of his. I asked him what he liked....he told me to fuck his cock with my feet, my calves, my thighs.

I did.

Now who says that ain't cockworshipping????

RB.

The curve was upward...solid.

The balls tight in the scrotum.

I wondered of I should pull on them, ever so slightly...in order not to hurt when, he must have sensed my dilemma and reached down, yanked hard on them making them looser and said...

"I like it a little bit rough."... looking down at me as I was resting on my haunches in contemplation of how to devour the generosity of his manhood.

"Suck these balls. Don't be shy." He said , stepping into me wanting to fill my mouth with a package quite large.

He stood there, hands on hips, cock jutting upward most confidently, a devilish grin on his lips and eyes most naughty.

This man loved his cock.

This man reveled in all things "cock centered ".

This man could have been a porn star.

His cock stayed firm even after one creaming to cream my tits once again.


RB.

"Ooooooo...how I would love to fuck you...every millimetre of your manhood, those balls...swallow them.
I would ride you hard and long and deliberate , reveling in the slip and slide.

The tease of that cockhead of yours.

I would not allow you to move ...control you. My thighs on either side of you ... I'd straddle you as if mounting a horse and sitting snuggly into the saddle..."

And that was the image I painted for him while I stroked , in my ways, his shaft .....he splattered, he creamed he squirted, and I lost myself in the pleasure of my suggestive words and his grunts and growls of relief.


I love my cockworshipping sessions...hurry on over.

RB.

Grr, miss RB strikes again, right through the flesh

On 2023-06-26 08:52:54 Monsoon96 said:
Grr, miss RB strikes again, right through the flesh

...deep into the nether regions where that throb hurts, yearns...needs to be treated a little less carefully, a little less gently.

Where the word "fuck" means a cockworship with a firmer grip a grunt and growl as teeth may sink that little bit deeper in the shaft....as to any other meaning of the "f" word...possibilities abundant!!

RB.

He was a most "darlingest" regular...at first sooooo reserved that I could not gauge if he had even enjoyed himself.

On this umpteenth time of his return, so much more like a true lover...relaxed and suggestive..

"I want to lay naked for you . I want you to play with me."

We had played in oh!so many ways...I felt a little more personal today. I felt like a lover would if she had her own lover.

I stayed dressed...he lay on my sofa..I sat on a chair, perfectly positioned to do all sorts of naughty things to his cock with my feet, my hands and, much later, with my tits and ...

He looked comfortably lazy. His cock not shy in its hardness, his balls full.

I did eventually get undressed, giving him a full view of my ass as i bent down to remove my lingerie off the floor.

Oh yes...that cock slide between my bum cheeks is what had him eventually give in and splurrrrrttttt and quiver and moaaaannnn and groan...my back and ass were most royally creamed!

Again...cockworship...soooo many ways to do it!

RB .

He wanted his hands tied

Plus

He wanted his cock and balls tied too.

I asked if he wanted his feet tied too...we didn't...GRIN.

And when I pulled his balls away from his shaft and tied them in such a fashion that the were begging to played with, tickled, nibbled, licked...that shaft of his danced around from left to right and back and forth like a mast in the storm@!!...and a perfect droplet of precum made itself visible...

RB.

When I haven't seen a gorgeous one forever , the nerves do know to set in.

It doesn't matter a regular client or not, sometimes that ongoing interaction beforehand, makes one a little more nervous, than usual.

He walked out of the shower, no towel round is waist as per usual.

But a cockstand of note.

And as he approached me , the first thing he did was to cup my face and kiss me sooooo gently.

I let myself go.

I stepped back and began my own undress and when in g-string and stockings had to go down on my knees , wanting that solidness to caress my face....

The first taste was his balls...then next....ooooooo.....a trail of his shaft with my tongue.

Did I blow him?


I think in more ways than one...and he allowed me to take and, keep control.

It had been too long , he said, since his cock had been played with thus, for me to do as I pleased.

Sighhhh...how I have missed my hometown.

RB.