(Writer's note: all photos in this post are Elroy Click's, photographer and erotic philanthropist, taken aboard his luxury yacht in Second Life. The story draws on experience from two auctions, spaced one year apart. The first was with Elroy, the second with the mysterious Sir L, who wishes to remain anonymous. I shall therefore use Elroy's name throughout the story :)
SUNSET FELLATIO: (1) "Charity, creativity, and eroticism"
Auction of lovers
Someone had thrust Yoru to the front of the stage. She was naked except for ivory-colored panties. A sparse patch of shiny black pubic hair peeked above the silky lace, and between her thighs a darker shade of ivory revealed that she was moist below. They had tied her wrists and elbows tightly behind her back, which made her pink nipples more prominent, projecting them up at an unnatural angle. She struggled, but twisting her torso caused her breasts to toss in cruel, choppy circles, exciting the lascivious gazes of the auction onlookers.
Someone whispered, "Are her panties wet from arousal... or fear?"
"Aroused anxiety, that's what it is!" bellowed the Mistress Auctioneer, and lest her rich patrons forget why they were there, she seized Yoru's long hair in a gloved hand and snapped her head backwards, forcing her to buckle at her knees. Yoru's legs sprawled wide, the limelights burning down on her two-toned triangle of lacy love. Mistress Auctioneer reached down with her other hand and yanked Yoru's panties to below her knees, exposing her swollen, purplish-red, glistening netherlips.
Someone whispered, "Are her panties wet from arousal... or fear?"
"Aroused anxiety, that's what it is!" bellowed the Mistress Auctioneer, and lest her rich patrons forget why they were there, she seized Yoru's long hair in a gloved hand and snapped her head backwards, forcing her to buckle at her knees. Yoru's legs sprawled wide, the limelights burning down on her two-toned triangle of lacy love. Mistress Auctioneer reached down with her other hand and yanked Yoru's panties to below her knees, exposing her swollen, purplish-red, glistening netherlips.
"Stop squirming!" she hissed, and gave Yoru a stinging backhanded slap to her buttcheek.
The pain instantly caused her pussy to flow harder, and a second slap caused her to squirt. Yoru tried to resist her body's natural reactions, but the clear drops trickled down to form trembling puddles below her spread legs. Everyone could see she was humiliated, but they also saw that her body writhed in pleasure as the fine, feminine drops drizzled from her core.
Someone in the crowd murmured, "The perfect slex-slave."
Being stripped, bound, and kneeling in front of all those people was more embarrassing than Yoru had imagined. Clearly she couldn't help herself, her tell-tale pussy fluids showing her need, and so she resolved to relax.
"After all, it's for charity," she reflected, "and I'm among friends." Still, she felt panic welling in her tummy. Curiously, the fear sprang from the same area in her body as her sexual arousal.
"They want to lick me, touch my skin, feel all over my body," she told herself, trying to recognize some of the voyeurs. But her head was held arched back by Mistress Auctioneer, and Yoru could only wrench weakly from side to side, blinking from teared, sexed eyes.
Elroy's charity-date plan: a lesson in giving head
Elroy's cock was throbbing as he watched Mistress Auctioneer present Yoru, panties at her ankles, displaying everything to the entire audience. They were gathered for the yearly breast cancer charity event and Elroy has Lindens. He was going to do something good for humanity, himself, and more especially, the erotic dancing girl from the House of V BDSM club. He liked that she now stood before him, defeated. Elroy wouldn't admit it openly, but he preferred to please her, ease her into his plan, but if necessary, he would force her. He wanted Yoru to roleplay that she was his student in the art of giving blow jobs.
What was he thinking?
"This one," he thought, "the one with the unpronounceable name and pink nipples." Elroy knew from her erotic stories that she loves sucking cock, and he could think of three more fuck-points worth bidding for:
"She is already dripping, she emotes like a banshee, and she is going to be easy."
But Yoru was not going to be easy.
SUNSET FELLATIO: (2) "Who breeds the tigress, must love the claw"
UP NEXT WE HAVE YOROOO!!
The Auction Mistress slapped Yoru on the face and let go her hair, grimacing at her, warning her to behave.
"UP NEXT WE HAVE YOROOO!!" announced the MC in "voice." It was her supposed friend, DJ Raven, her polished speech turning softer as she looked pityingly down on the naked girl with bound arms and sagging panties. Yoru hadn't been able to move and was still standing in a quicksilver pool of her own sexual juices. They knew each other from the club, where Yoru danced and created erotic emotes.
"She always comes up with something sexy about me, and sweet about my music," DJ Raven admitted to herself. She had never seen her friend this angry, and was a little worried. She wasn't really convinced that Yoru was role-playing.
"Yoruuu is one of House of V's hottest dancers, her ssssseriously sssssexy legs melt the poles!"
"We need an opening bid of 1000 lindens,"said the Auction Mistress, scowling at Yoru's threatening attitude.
Yoru glared at her and growled in a hate-filled whisper, "Free me and I will shred you!" She struggled against the ropes binding her arms, shaking violently from side to side, but when she bent her knees, intending to leap off the stage onto a front-row customer, she slipped and fell hard on her side.
The perfect invitation to the joys of domination
At once Yoru twisted round to get back up. She is very athletic, but tied up as she was, she couldn't prop herself up without opening her legs wide, giving the guests a clear view of the split running from her pubic mound down and back past her puckered anus. Her buttcheeks stretched apart by the physical exertion, her entire sex was laid bare, the path to her womanhood a swollen, curving womanscape of purplish-pink. Legs straining low and wide, arms bound behind, it was the perfect invitation to the joys of domination.
Yoru seized the moment, pretending the fall made her realize that fighting was hopeless. "You may tell them to release me now," she said as evenly as she could, "I will answer your questions."
Nobody believed her, and certainly nobody dared untie her arms.
"She is a wild woman, but is giving it all back to BCA, 100% to charity!" the Auction Mistress gloated. "Please may we have 1K?"
"5K," Elroy said.
DJ Raven let out a yelp: "5,000 lindens! Someone must have read Yoru's blog!"
"Sir Elroy at 5K," confirmed the Auction Mistress. "Yoru, do tell us about the tattoo on your cheek."
Yoru didn't make a sound. The Mistress lashed her viciously across the shoulder with a Domme's horsewhip. This set off the same curious reaction in Yoru's body. Sex from a male or female, hot with steel resolve, someone willing to force a little pain on her... these are Yoru's weaknesses. She caved in, sobbing: "My cheek-tattoo means 'slave' in Japanese. It wasn't my fault..."
The Auction Mistress, knowing her tactic had gone well, asked: "Anyone want to take this dangerous beauty? We need 6K..."
"6k," said Begood.
"10,000," said Elroy, before the Mistress could confirm the 6k.
DJ Raven quipped, "Oh my! somebody wants to sex-toy Yoru! Don't untie her ropes, boys, if you want to get out of her bed in one piece!"
Yoru turned her head to DJ Raven, choked with emotion, and whispered, "Darling why have you abandoned me? You were my friend..."
"Oh you little polyslut!" It was Marianne, another DJ, voicing in her hot French-Swiss accent,"I thought I was your favorite DJ!" She pronounced the "I" as "eyyyeee" and pursed her lips provocatively.
Yoru moaned and turned to her. "Yes, you are, lovely Madame Marianne. Please untie me, I promise to be good..."
Both DJs laughed. She would say anything to get out of the ropes.
"She likes some pain, and oral sex, especially oral!" DJ Raven said, "And she is never satisfied until her lovers are either drained or deceased!"
Until her lovers are drained or deceased
Both DJs laughed again, and chuckling could be heard in the bleachers. A Domme repeated the word "deceased" and shook Her head.
"We have 6k from Sir DoGood. Do I hear 7k?"
"10k," said Elroy.
Dragonman, the event organizer, called out: "Jones 8,000." He was taking IM bidding from people not able or willing to come to the auction hall.
"Mr. Jones 8K," confirmed the Auction Mistress.
"I already bid 10k," Elroy said.
"11k!" said DoGood.
"15,000 lindens," said Elroy.
It was then that the curiously eloquent sub-boy Moly, who had recently made friends with Yoru and offered to go with her, stood up on the front row at the far right and warned:
"Let the buyer of this Woman beware: you must leave Her tied up and whip Her while She is helpless, then She will give you limitless sex, passion so pure you will want to be nice to Her, cuddle Her, kiss Her after you experience Her utter love. That is precisely when you must be careful. Once roped, She has simple desires that run deep and dark, and She pushes all boundaries. She will find a way to push yours. Never untie Her, at... your... peril!"
"Thank you for that testimonial." said DJ Raven, looking down sympathetically at him and motioning him to sit his sub-ass down. It was her job to get as much for charity as she could, and she knew enough about Yoru to pump the crowd expertly without the help of boytoy Moly, no matter how sexy.
"Anyone else have questions about this bad girl?"
When she said that, Yoru turned on the gawking customers, glaring at them, daring them to utter even a single word, and growled low, her teeth clenched:
"Who breeds the tigress, must love the claw!"
There was a silence while this threat was mulled over in the crowd. Some grumbling broke out about how Yoru was frightening the customers' timid subs and disgusting their prim-and-proper spouses. It made Yoru hot to see them squirm.
"Gag her." said the Mistress Auctioneer. "We have 15k from Sir Elroy. Sir DoGood, will you let her get away?"
Yoru twisted around to beseech Sir DoGood with her eyes. Her glance lasted only a second, but it pleaded her panic movingly. Would that he won her... before the auction she had considered him a friend, a kind man. Had she been mistaken?
"17,000 Jones," said Dragonman.
"Mr. Jones at 17K!!" Clearly, the Mistress was surprised. It was a lot for this she-devil dancer. Of course she felt called upon to get even more. "Sir Elroy?"
"20k."
"Sir Elroy, you don't want her to get away, do you?" she chided, the question registering in open chat a fraction of a second after the 20k bid.
"Oh wait! Sir Elroy 20K..."
Two cronies of the club lumbered up to Yoru cautiously from behind her, one on either side. They knew well that her legs were still loose, and that she could still jump one of them and drown her between the apex of her thighs. Grateful to be given a chance to show off center-stage, they pawed the dangerous girl bravely, standing back, faking grins. Quickly one clasped the back of her neck and with an uncompromising grip, paralyzed her, while the other inserted a ball-gag into her mouth and tightened it.
She couldn't threaten anyone now.
Yoru hung her head pathetically to one side, not wanting to acknowledge the proceedings or her role in them any longer. Was she finally defeated?
It is a mistake to underestimate a dancer of the House of V
But Yoru raised her head once more. Even fallen, helpless, Yoru was still a veteran erotic dancer of the history-rich House of V, and had simultaneously been nurtured with compassion at the Commune Utopia. It is a potent mix in the body of a sensual woman.
She resolved to dance, undulating gracefully, arousingly, in spite of her arms being bound tightly at the elbows and wrists and her mouth stuffed with the hateful gag. The effects were riveting, the breasts flabbergasting, the cut muscles of her thighs flexing. Yoru's dance incorporated expert, secret moves of the samurai warrior class that teach how the legs can be used to strike out as well as entice. She was seething with thoughts of revenge, but, by her nature, also growing more aroused by the lust surrounding her.
Dragonman shouted, "JONES 22,000."
"Sir DoGood, are you going to let her slip away?"
It was at that moment that Yoru resolved to punish Sir DoGood for hesitating to bid on her again. She was confident she could carry it out. She schemed deliciously how she would offer him a date at a later meeting, in spite of his not being willing to buy her out of her embarrassment. Then she would have him, tie him, hurt him a little to balance the pleasure she would give him. The thoughts distracted her for a moment, allowing her to escape the humiliating circumstances of her roleplay capture.
"23k," shot back Elroy.
"Sir Elroy 23K! Do I see 24k?"
"JONES 25,000."
"Mr Jones is gonna steal this one away!" said the Mistress Auctioneer.
"26k." It was Elroy. He sat calmly, voice icy cold, an elderly man no doubt, and one with iron balls.
It was now down to Jones and Elroy. Again she flashed on the reality that they both wanted to lick her skin, all over her body, everywhere, very badly, to be willing to offer so many lindens.
Yoru changed dances, this one turning her back on the bidders, bending down, peeking between her widely spread legs. Her heels propped her butt-cheeks higher and stretched them open to reveal her anus and erotic petals from behind. She winked upside-down from between her thighs at all who had the presence of mind to keep her in their viewers. In spite of her gag, she was smiling.
"WOW!" DJ Raven blurted.
"JONES 30,000!" said Dragonman.
"OMG Mr. Jones has it at 30K," the Mistress croaked.
Elroy stated flatly, "32k."
"WHO IS GOING HOME WITH THIS PRIZE?!" the Mistress Auctioneer shouted.
Yoru blinked. She couldn't help herself, couldn't stop grinning. 32k! Fuck! But of course she couldn't say a word, could only drool from above and below.
"JONES OUT," Dragonman proclaimed.
"Sir Elroy, 32K!!!!!" The Mistress had never seen that many lindens paid for a "poly-slut" dancing girl.
"I am going to start the countdown so if you want to jump in do it now!"
"Going once to Sir Elroy."
"Going twice for 32K..."
"Going 3 times..."
"SNAP!" The Auction Mistress closed the bidding with a whack of her horse-whip on Yoru's back.
SUNSET FELLATIO: (3) "Nothing in the water except his huge, white, swelling yacht"
Date night after the auction
The night after the auction, Yoru clicked on Elroy's landmark, and was flashed to his sim. She arrived somewhere high in the sky, and since she had no floor to land on, she began free-falling immediately, tumbling, her arms still lashed tightly behind her.
One shouldn't blame Yoru for being awe-stricken. The man must be an engineer, for the landmark he sent her to his sim was a work of erotic art in itself. When she rezzed into Elroy's World, he had positioned her high enough so she could see nothing but a tiny, blue, square sim with only ocean, growing erratically bigger as she plummeted.
Almost unnoticed, a white spec popped from the mass of unbroken blue ocean. In the midst of the wind roaring by her ears as she fell, Yoru was eerily transfixed by its emergence. It looked like a lonely drop of semen spurting out of some roiling, erotic universe. Was it seeking her pussy?
Yoru must have been thousands of feet up, because she continued falling for a while, how long she was not sure. Elroy wanted guests to fall through the air of an entire 65,536m Linden ocean sim, with nothing in the water except his huge, white, swelling yacht, which was drawing closer by the second.
Stranger still, as she descended on the luxury vessel, which was placed precisely in the middle of the entire sim, her fall ended perfectly in the middle of the top deck, in his jacuzzi, on top of Elroy, who sat naked with an erection, waiting to greet his guest. Somehow he had coded the animation to force Yoru to land precisely on top of his cock, her legs spread wide like a ragdoll, making first landfall on the head of his phallus. When she thudded down from the sky, his sex was driven deeper than ever a cock had gone into Yoru before, and she insta-came.
Elroy fucked Yoru a while just to drive home the point that she was his slave for the nightYoru's pussy was soaking from the pounding Elroy was giving her. With her legs spread high in the air, Yoru assumed he was going to fuck her all night, but that was not to be. Elroy's passion, his fetish, is to be sucked off and allowed to cum into the mouth of a beautiful woman. He hoped that was what Yoru wanted, too.
But for now he screwed her hard, pumping her while she came. Even after she was finished, thighs squeezing spasmodically, arms helpless behind her, he continued savagely, without pause, maintaining her climax and extending it to another, hotter one, her legs writhing and trying feverishly to close. He held her firmly pinned.
Without consciously thinking about it, he released the ropes on her wrists and arms.
Quickly Yoru reached down with her hands and dug between his thighs to find his balls, gripped them tightly, then dug her nails under the ball-sack into the long cock's stalk, the part that travels to his interior. She made it her playground, her fingertips pushing, her nails massaging, pinching, nipping, threatening pain on the edge of powerful stimulation. Then Yoru gripped the balls and cock together, and although barely able to reach around half way, so thick was his package, she used her nails to control him. Yoru began to pull his cock in and out of her pussy, shallowly, nether-lips vacuuming, plopping softly, suctioning, then ramming him in her deeply, giving him the excruciating, contrasting pleasure of deep penetration. It was not long until the man secumbed to her arts.
He laid back, muscular frame sprawling athletically, and sighed. It had been so intense, it was almost sexual punishment. Her pussy had clutched his genitals, and he had cum for sheer survival, feeling instinctively he needed to give her what she wanted or lose his balls. While he was lying content after his ejaculation, she touched herself, brought the finger up to her mouth, spread his seed on her lips, licked the viscous melange, and swallowed.
He kissed her a long time. It was a languid drifting of lips on lips, tongues tasting pleasure, until at last he lifted her effortlessly into the air and held her like a puppet, a used toy, dangling.
"If you want to leave my bed alive, you will let me down!" she sputtered. He smiled as she struggled.
"That wasn't your mission tonight, little Yoru. You are going to suck my cock until I cum again, this time in your mouth." With that, he slipped her down, slithering her breasts along his body, positioning her firmly on the jacuzzi floor tiles between his open thighs.
SUNSET FELLATIO: (4) "Blowjobs rule pleasure"
The mouth is the mirror of the vagina
No other orgasm, nothing in the world, compares to a tongue-induced climax. The Kama Sutra speaks of the mouth as the mirror of the vagina, but the mighty blowjob and divine cunnilingus are more. Both start as elemental urges to lick and taste, suck and swallow, four survival instincts in us all. Spread around the world among adults, the humble blowjob's commonality belies its power to transform normal existence into divine pleasure.
Behold the power and environment of the wondrous tongue. Tucked coiled inside a woman's tender smile, the snake-like tongue has wonderful abilities, and is surrounded by skillful accomplices. A woman's facial lips may be compared to the inner labia, the "nether lips" of her vagina, but the latter haven't the dexterity and muscles of the lipsticked love tools that perform the miracle of a kiss. A woman laughs with her lips, sucks with them, puckers and pouts, she uses them to define her womanhood.
And beneath perfumed hair, inside scarlet lips, harbors the princess of all touch, Yoru's tongue.
"Let me suck you off...it is what you wished..." Yoru whispered the words modestly. She snuggled closer, giving an animal undulation of satisfaction that she had found her spot. She took his cock into her mouth and turned her head to look up into his eyes across the muscled field of his belly.
"Am I too casual for you, Sir?" Yoru asked, drawing the words inward instead of breathing them out.
"Not too casual, keep sucking, I am trying to capture photographs..."
"Yes, darling," Yoru smiled, "well I am very happy -- so now I get your head :)" She sucked for a while, adoring the man's penis for its power to please.
"Yoru, tell me your secret desire."
Yoru blinked, embarrassed, and cleared her throat before whispering, "My fetish is to swish and savour and swallow your cum."
Elroy gulped and smirked, "Is it now?" A smirk is a beautiful thing, the confidence of the seed sower that his crop will rise plentifully.
She looked up at him again, his cock protruding inside her cheek on one side of her mouth, and Yoru thought she could see him smiling. She averted her eyes, then looked back at him again and grinned and squirmed, contentment welling in her tummy. She was soooo going down on him.
"I am glad that it is you," she said.
Elroy taught Yoru to love cock from every direction
Yoru always felt that sucking cock was a straightforward affair, the swollen head with it's reptilian eye was to be placed directly in front of her mouth and nose, slit of emerging liquids vertical, shaft curving up in the lovely arc of men, with the ridges flaring out and up and back to left and right, allowing her tongue to press forward against the locked-down dick precisely on the male clitorus, the frenulum, the tiny bones just under the pucker of loose skin where the cum-tube on the shaft joins the parting heart shape of the under-head. She thought the point of her tongue was best positioned there, on her knees looking up at his contented face, applying feverish pressure to his most sensitive spot with the accuracy of a woman archer in the heat of battle.
But she was mistaken. Elroy taught her to love cock from every direction that night.
SUNSET FELLATIO: (5) The tongue of the tigress
Emitting cooing sounds
As she brought his swollen cock closer and closer to her lips, Yoru heard herself emitting little cooing sounds resembling those of a dove on the edge of frenzied mating. His dick was not yet touching the tip of her extended tongue when the coos turned fluidly into soft, animal-like grunts, almost under her breath, audible only to her lover. Although she was not aware of it, she was signaling him with her soft squeals that she wanted him.
The pleasure her lips derived from sucking diminished the pain the ropes had inflicted on her wrists. The pleasure absorbed the pain into itself and expanded, opposites feeding on one another. Yoru's tongue swam laps around his hard cock, then dove again on his balls, and beyond, to the root of his core. When she discovered she could thrill him thumbing his cock stalk below the ballsack, those few inches of hardened cock rarely caressed, where his torso anchored on solid muscle, she knew it was reaching his interior with a unique pleasure. It seemed to propel them both into an unending climax, small and large orgasms welling into a single watery surface, with moving lines of swells, powerful surf destined to crash with the force of ancient waves on the shores of her fingertips, toes, and scalp.
The full potential of 69
In contrast, the 69 position had always felt lacking, because her tongue was not able to pinpoint his frenulum. But 69 was what he wanted, and imagine her surprise when she found that the ridged bridge of her mouth inside her teeth, the hard palate flowing back into the inflatable sacks of mouth-flesh of the soft palate, just before her throat, is at the perfect angle to drill in on his male clitoris. The sucking serves as a vacuum for the blood-filled flesh of his head and her tongue and mouth. It is the perfect fit of YinYang, and begins with a gentle slide, a careful ride, which grows into a deeper, natural, rocking rhythm until either she or he or both shiver cum into yearning pools.
When Yoru realized the full potential of 69, she anguished in another ecstatic high point. She had long lost count of her orgasms. She waved the sculptured, brawny beauty of his erection in front of her adoring eyes. She brought it near her tongue, then swung it out far, her eyes focusing on the erotic, manly, gut-wrenching artwork that is cock. Her hips squirmed and she clutched her thighs together and squeezed, stimulating her pussy to flow into his mouth. The pleasure-cells of her sex reached further afield, travelling to the ends of her quivering body, searching to perform exchanges with distant parts to fulfil the needs of a central nervous system engineering its cells to evolve to ecstasy, to evolve to mankind.
She pressed on the base of his dick with both hands again, and doing it opened her eyes--he was large even for two hands. She brought the shaft over to the side of her cheeks so she could look up and down the length of it. He had a row of four studs on either side of the urethra, the bulging chanel running up his penis, and these plopped wetly as she pushed the dick in and out of her lips.
They felt so good, those eight studs, on such a stud as Elroy.
She traced with her lapping, drooling tongue up the engorged blood vessels winding around his cock, as if navigating a narrow river pulsing over its banks with spring flood, up to the source of life, thrilling her senses, sliding over the circling bump of the flaring flesh ridges of his head, encompassing the roundness by puckering her mouth, sucking, pumping the vacuum to inflate his flesh even more. Her sensitive tongue discovered the delicate split of the pee-hole atop the heart-shaped glans of his penis.
How does one describe the primitively desirable? Her eyes were so close she could see light reflecting through the transparent, liquid bubble of a perfect, tear shaped drop of pre-cum perching pristinely on what can only be compared, with her eyes centimeters from it, with the smooth curving roundness of firm buttcheeks, or a womans's moonlike breasts, the roundness and smoothness of a man's fully erect sexual tool takes its place among life's most enticing, curving creations.
She inserted him again into her mouth and, in contrast to the gentle brushing and licking and puckering, pumped him in and out of her lips in a thrusting, forced penetration, filling her mouth, pressing her tongue and upper palate, making bulges inside her cheeks. and she came violently, her throbbing mouth contracting like a vagina, flowing with saliva and causing dripping pussy ejaculate below, although below had remained untouched.
The "Y-spot"
"OMG," she thought, "I'm not even touching myself but am cumming hard!" The G-spot inside her vagina ached to be caressed, but wonderful to discover, somewhere in her upper palate is also home to a trigger of sensitivity, different, but hugely effective for generating pleasure. By concentrating on his head, interspersed with ramming him deep enough to press at the entrance to her throat and make her gag, she crossed back and forth over the G-spot of her mouth, for which perhaps there is no name?
"If there is no name for this mouth watering cock-spot, we shall call it the 'Y-spot!'" Yoru said to herself.
Smiling wickedly, she put her hands on her pussy at home, and with the cock on the screen moving relentlessly in and out, her fingers found the rhythm she desired. Suddenly the virtual cock seemed alive, a construct of the gods, a staff of flesh capable of rendering her and her surroundings improbably, immortally, adept at altered reality.
(White lava in the volcanic mouth of woman)
SUNSET FELLATIO: (6) "White lava in the volcanic mouth of woman"
Celestial suck
For all the gals and guys with hard cocks and swollen pussies reading this, know that Yoru, like your own lovers, wants to give you the best oral sex in any universe. The path to this celestial suck is easy, infinitely varied, and within your power.The ridge known as the corona flares back like the petals of a flower, thrusting the head of the cock forward for love. The corona is a delightful, "ribbed" ledge that causes desirable friction, erotic friction, when popped in and out. It thrilled Elroy's dickhead and her lips in one motion. The pleasurable feelings Yoru's lips were transmitting to her brain were strong, and though perhaps not as strong as the pleasure Yoru was giving his cock sucking him off, still it was a lot of pleasure in one bed.
She concentrated pressure on his most sensitive spot with her tongue. It drove him crazy with lust, and naturally, he got the impulse to ram it in deep in her throat.
"Don't ram just yet," she asked him, "Let me lick up the shaft, let me insert your dick like this..."
She put him in her mouth just until the head "plopped" in, and she pushed it a little deeper to test it's size. Then she went back to using his head as a joystick, playing the game of increasing his and her pleasure, gazing at his manhood, the curving swollen erection yearning for ejaculation. She sat up and whispered something naughty in his ear, inserting her tongue after she spoke.
"Did Yoru just say she wants to swallow?" Elroy asked himself, but his attention was straightaway returned to the tip of his cock, where Yoru had taken up another position. "Perhaps she does. I will ... uhnhh... she is... making me... ahhh not yet, not yet... "
Elroy had no idea what Yoru was doing, but it was outrageously effective, and he didn't want to cum yet. But come he did. The lesson in blow jobs was being served up to him, instead of her, on the tip of the tongue of a tigress. Cock heads are almost as sensitive as a woman's clitorus, but much larger, large enough to make a woman's whole mouth moan with its full pleasure. She may or may not be touching herself, but regardless, she will soon be in ecstasy, as a cock in the mouth is a break-through in evolution.
Behold the smooth texture of cock
And behold the smooth texture of cock, no other smoothness compares to it. The head nobly acts as a hook, for after it forges a way in with its delightfully smooth plumpness, it's flaps function as a natural latch, a fleshy hook of love too big and delicious to easily give up. Why deny the pleasure? It flattens at the back of your throat, forming a stopper to prevent cum dribbling out. Elroy called it "mouth creampie."
He rammed deep in her throat a few strokes, not too hard, enough to fill her mouth, and pressed so that his head bulged and bumped at the back of her throat. She seemed good with that, so he pushed himself down her throat, just a couple of thrusts, to test the depth of her desire, then pulled it back out. She thrilled on the end of his shaft, omg she physically shivered! It was as though the bolt of ecstasy--this was no climax, but a separate pleasure--as though the spike in oral pleasure he was giving her sent thrilling strands of pleasure out to every extremity. She found that this thrill that was igniting peculiar pleasure resembles a "shocking" pleasure she experiences when roleplaying holding her lips tightly shut, shaking her head feebly to avoid the forcible insertion of a man's cock. It shocked her in two ways. First, she felt a little guilty to be so overpowered with pleasure at the forced breach of her lips. It erupted just at that moment when she knew that not opening her teeth would result in severe punishment, after which the inevitable thrust of pure penis came ramming in to secure its lodging. Secondly, it was the rumbling shake she felt when the pleasure emerged from her erotic netherworld.
Elroy was having a good day, need it be said? He discovered that the adoration of his head was as pleasurable as the deep ramming, and it made her more vocal, too. He could see his dick going in and out of her smiling mouth, feel the tongue finding his special spot. How does she know to do that?
Indomination is relative.
Yoru, a ferocious Pleasure-Switch, was bent to this indomitable Dom. Indomination, however, is relative. He gazed at her half-closed, sex-enthralled eyes, knowing that she was in control, and he allowed her to pleasure him. He was aware of every centimeter as she forced his cock through her puckered lips, role-playing until he broke his engorged intruder through her mock-resisting lips. She shivered in delight, and slid it along towards the back of her throat. He gave her time to stick her tongue out under the incoming cock, opening her throat. As she became more aroused, she found a way to lick his balls during deep-throat. He froze in place, unable to believe it. Her throat, mouth and tongue were satisfying him from the tip of his cock to under his ballsack. She withdrew him and put it in again. How was she doing that? Her body began bucking with the rhythm he was forcing on her.
Elroy's woman sucked his seed up into her body. Her only desire was to feel his manhood in every opening to her interior. Is it any surprise oral sex is the ultimate closeness?
And what did he do with his spewing semen? Deep within her mouth, when he gave her his final thrusts, he could have left it spurting seed down her throat. Or he could have played with it further. What would you have him do?
Shall I tell?
He let her keep the semen in her mouth, and some ran down between her breasts like white lava flowing slowly to the hissing ocean below, erupting first from him and then from the volcanic mouth of his woman.
The twilight of life
And so it was that the senior statesman Sir Elroy won the auction, and made her cum. But would he make it out of Yoru's bed alive?
Ahhh, sunset blowjob--the twilight of life comes accompanied by the fullness of pleasure.
Ahhh, sunset blowjob--the twilight of life comes accompanied by the fullness of pleasure.
(Writer's notes)
Charity, creativity, and eroticism
Second Life charity work mirrors real life, since real charities are benefited and real people are involved in both real and virtual worlds. Of course, Yoru does not suggest that real life charity workers give blow jobs for contributions, as occurs in this story *smiles,* but in SL such an event is not only possible, it can be profoundly erotic. Because SL is inherently theatre, one can throw oneself into scenes that one would never dream about doing in RL. And so SL becomes the dream wherein one searches for meaning in primeval depravities, rendered stark by the outrageous contradictions of human "civilization." We must admit it, darlings, humans do things we all understand to be unjust. But some "poisonous" sexual situations, if taken in carefully measured small doses, can make you very aroused, such as playing captive slaves on an auction block. Imagine acting on a virtual stage and throwing one's creative emotes at such role-play improvisation of consensual adult fun--and wonder what it reveals to the minds of the role-players. Will it encourage or will it warn?
The buyers gave lindens, but Yoru gave pussy, lips, and tongue
The story SUNSET FELLATIO is a synthesis of story-telling based on true events in Second Life, told for your sensual amusement, and to fulfill a promise to Elroy. He fucked Yoru for charity, taking snapshots along the way, and she took notes and emoted without inhibition. The highest bidder took her for 32,000 lindens, and Yoru never touched it, donating 100% to charity. (That is not to say she went unrewarded :) She volunteered, in a sensual way, to assist in breast cancer research . The men gave lindens, and Yoru gave pussy, lips, and tongue. You may decide for yourself if the latter was a lesser contribution to charity than the former.
According to the strict "consensual role-play" slave auction rules of the House of V, a girl (or guy), may set herown limits and preferences on the registration notecard. Once bid and paid for, one may go as far as one wishes, from merely dancing, to getting to know one another while dining, to abandoned sex. The first time Yoru was involved in sex for charity, she had been strongly enraptured by Ellie's soft pussy on the beach at Commune Utopia. At the House of V auctions, however,Yoru fell into the hungry hands of strong and capable men. Which is not to say there were no Mistresses bidding at the auction as well, for Yoru was just one of many charity dates sold to Mistresses and Masters--indeed, to subs as well--that night. Read the story that you may judge for yourself how effective such "slex" is for charitable work, creativity, and *deep delight!* orgasmic transformation.
Ekaterina's take
"Hi Eka, I am writing the story of a charity blowjob... my final word on fellatio."
"Oh, that does sound epic :)" Eka replied.
"The same will apply for cunnilingus," Yoru continued, "the feelings will be mirrored in it, so oral sex as nirvana..."
"You seem very inspired," Eka said, "it sounds like what I like to call 'Yoru-sexy.'"
"I am excited --I have the perfect pics with it, about 5, taken by the guy I blew!"
Eka chuckled, "Sex + art -- got to love it... so, you have the visuals and the words....:)"
"Yes and so much desire I could almost print it and squirt on the paper!"
"Well, that would be a nice addition too, scenting the paper :) hard to do with a blog though :)"
"Yes, the words will have to leap from the screen... somehow write descriptions that cover the reader in cum from the big big loads..."
"You would love that ;p" Eka smirked. She knows how much Yoru loves cum.
"So much cum, everyone gets some *smiles,* even the readers, spurting from their screens."
Eka grinned, "I thought you were stingy with cum ;p"
