peggaslut: I’d never been so embarrassed in all my life! No one had ever said anything about my cock
peggaslut: I’d never been so embarrassed in all my life! No one had ever said anything about my cock sucking skills before this! I had given plenty of uneventful blow jobs and all the guys I’d sucked seemed pretty satisfied. But last night, with Brett, things got weird. I was sucking his cock the best way that I knew how when he pulled his cock out of his mouth and sighed heavily. “Hasn’t anyone ever showed you how to give a proper blow job?” he asked. “I wasn’t aware that there is a proper way,” I said sarcastically. “Of course there is,” he told me. “Lay back on the bed and I’ll show you. If there was a certification for teaching girls how to give good head, I would have it.”“Okay, then. Teach me,” I said, lying back on the bed. He climbed on top of me and shoved his cock into my mouth. “Open wide, slut. Open that throat up.” I tried to open my throat up the best that I could and as soon as I did the urge to puke rose up from within. “Don’t puke, baby. Keep it down. Swallow around my cock. Yes. There, that’s it. See? You’re already getting better,” he told me and I was a little bit proud of myself for not spitting his cock back out. Brett didn’t let up. He was moving his cock in small circles deep in my throat, opening it up, trying to choke me with it. I tried my best to relax and not to choke, but it was already too late. I spit his cock up and pushed him off of me while I heaved. I thought I might puke but it passed. “Okay, I’m done!” I said and I tried to get up. “You’re not done yet! How are you supposed to learn if you give up after the fisrt choke?” he asked me. “It doesn’t feel good,” I told him.“It’s not supposed to,” he said. “Sometimes you have to sacrifice one thing to get another.” Sage words, I guess, but I wasn’t feeling it.“You permanently bruised my throat,” I said. “You were doing great and just about the have a breakthrough.” “A breakthrough?” I asked. “Yes. Come on. Let me keep training you until you can do this. Every guy you ever fuck after me thanks you for this,” he said, smiling. “And my cock does too.” I thought about it and laid back down on the bed. He climbed back on top of me and he shoved his cock in. I relaxed my throat and took him relatively deep. It wasn’t too bad at first, but he began to fuck my face faster and faster and I could feel my gag reflex getting agitated. I knew I was going to puke before he did and I pushed him off of me and moved to the side of the bed, puking onto the carpet. “See? I can’t do this! I just puked! So fucking gross!” I screamed at him. “Don’t give up, little slut. I believe in you,” he said grabbing my shoulders and squaring them off on the bed. He didn’t wait for me to get my bearings. He just shoved his big cock back down my throat and fucked my face with long hard strokes. I began to think of something else, my childhood and how when I was young things were simple. I never had to worry about things like sucking cock properly. I just did as I pleased. That’s when I realized that I was doing it. He was pounding my throat and I was relaxed. I was done puking. I was deep throating a cock for the first time. He came down my throat and I relaxed and let it happen, waiting for him to pull out before I swallowed. “And THAT is how you give a blow job,” he said and then he began to clap, standing up off of the bed and giving me a standing ovation. As embarrassed as I was, I was also proud, proud that I was now a better cock sucker. I couldn’t wait to try out my new skills on some other cocks! -- source link