SUNSET FELLATIO: "Charity, creativity, and eroticism" (1-6 rewrite3)

             

(Writer's note: This is the story of an erotic blowjob, a rewrite of a roleplay (RP) date night that occurred after two charity auctions benefiting breast cancer research held at the House of V club in Second L­­­ife. It is part of the last chapters of an erotic novel I am working on, The Eccentric Hero and the Dancing Girl. Photos in this story are by Elroy Click.)

SUNSET FELLATIO: (1) "Charity, creativity, and eroticism"

Who will to sip her sexy tea?

The Mistress of the House of V Charity Auction shoved Yoru to the front of the stage. She stood trembling in the cold, chin defiant, nude except for ivory-colored panties. A small patch of shiny black pubic hair peeked above the lacy rim, and between her thighs a darker shade of ivory revealed that she was moist below.

They had tied Yoru’s wrists and elbows tightly behind her back, wrenching her shoulders at an unnatural angle, stretching her skin, expressing the blood from her nipples, turning them a lighter shade of pink. She struggled, but twisting her torso tossed her exposed breasts in cruel, choppy circles, exciting the lascivious gazes of the auction onlookers even more. 

“HOW MUCH AM I OFFERED?” bellowed Mistress Auctioneer, “WHO WILL SIP HER SEXY TEA?"

Lest her rich patrons forget why they were there, she seized Yoru's long hair in a gloved hand, snapped her head backwards, and forced her down. Yoru's knees buckled and hit the floor hard, and her long thighs sprawled wide, the spotlight burning on her two-toned triangle of lacy love above.

Mistress Auctioneer reached down with her other hand and yanked those same wet panties half way to Yoru's bruised knees. Everyone saw how the ivory cloth was revealed to be a mere thimbleful of thread, a thin line of silk stretched between wildly skewed knees. Their gazing eyes traveled naturally up along the outspread thighs to the exposed, swollen, purplish-pink, glistening nether-lips of her now-naked vagina.

"Behave!" she hissed in Yoru’s ear, backhanding her as she straightened up, the bulk of her body steaming over the prostrate, perfect nude.

Trembling puddles

The pain instantly caused Yoru’s pussy to increase its erotic flow. She drizzled trembling puddles below her spread legs. Everyone could see she was humiliated, but they also recognized the powerful pleasure she was feeling from the RP.

Someone in the crowd murmured, "The perfect SLex partner."

Blinking from teared, sexed eyes
Being stripped, bound, and kneeling in front of all those people was more embarrassing than Yoru had imagined. But it was clear she couldn't help herself, her womanly fluids expressed her desire fluently.

"After all, it's for charity," she thought, "and I'm among friends." Still, she felt panic welling in her tummy. She tried to recognize some of the voyeurs, but her hair was held arched back by Mistress Auctioneer, and Yoru could only move a few centimeters from side to side, blinking from teared, sexed eyes.

Elroy's date plan: a lesson in giving head

Elroy's cock was twitching as he watched Mistress Auctioneer present Yoru, panties splayed crookedly at her knees, displaying everything to the audience. They were gathered for the annual charity event, and Elroy has money to spend for pleasure. Specifically, he likes fellatio, aka blow-jobs. He was going to do something good for humanity and for himself, but secretly he also wanted to pleasure the erotic dancing girl from the club. He had a long list of cock adoration tips to force on her.

What was he thinking?

He liked that she now stood before him, defeated. "She is already dripping," he thought, “she emotes like a banshee lover, and she is going to be easy."

But Yoru was not going to be easy.

                       (He slipped her down and positioned her firmly on the Jacuzzi floor tiles between his open thighs.)

SUNSET FELLATIO: (2) "Who breeds the tigress, must love the claw"

An invitation to the joys of domination

Yoru snarled in a stage whisper, "Free me and I will shred you!" She struggled against the ropes binding her arms, shaking her breasts violently from side to side, but when she tried to get to her feet, intending to leap off the stage onto a front-row customer, she slipped on the wet floor and fell hard on her side.

At once Yoru twisted around to get back up. She is very athletic, the dancers of House of V are renowned, but tied up as she was, she couldn't prop herself up without opening her legs wide, giving the guests a vista of the split running from her pubic mound down and back past her puckered anus. Her entire sex was laid bare, butt-cheeks stretched apart by the physical exertion, the path to her womanhood a swelling, curving, dripping passion-scape. Legs straining low and wide, arms bound behind, stripped completely nude, Yoru was an invitation to the joys of domination.

Until her lovers are drained or deceased

"SOMEBODY,” said the Auction Mistress, “is going to have a short but happy love life.” She grinned evilly and spat out a warning: “Don't untie her ropes if you want to get out of her bed alive!”

This didn’t elicit the “correct” reaction from the audience. Some were staring askance at the sheer savagery of Yoru’s RP. As her friends know, she never holds back. Were they overdoing the RP?

“But she likes oral sex," Mistress Auctioneer purred, pretending to confide this erotic morsel to the audience, buttering up her buyers. Unfortunately, she followed it up with another off-putting remark: "And … she is never satisfied until her lovers are drained or deceased!"

A gasp of disbelief could be heard in the bleachers, but others were clearly warming to the scene. A Domme repeated the word "deceased" and shook Her head.

It was then that sub-boy Moly felt called upon to stand up on the front row and warn: "Let the buyer of this Woman beware: never untie Her!"

"Thank you for that testimonial," said Mistress Auctioneer, looking down at him and motioning him to sit his sub-ass down.

Yoru turned on the gawking customers, glaring, daring, mocking them for showing fear:

"Who breeds the tigress, must love the claw!"

There was a silence while this threat was mulled over in the crowd. It was clear that Yoru was frightening the customers' subs and "baby-girl" spouses.

"Gag her." said the Mistress Auctioneer.

Was Yoru defeated?

Two club cronies lumbered up to Yoru cautiously from behind, one on either side. They knew that Yoru’s legs were loose, and that she could jump one of them, clutch them around the neck, and drown them between her powerful, gushing thighs. Grateful to be given a chance to show off center-stage, they reached out bravely, pawed the dangerous girl like they were touching red hot candy, but stood well back, faking grins. Quickly one produced a noose of rope on the end of a pole and slipped it around Yoru’s neck and pulled it closed, paralyzing her, while the other inserted a ball-gag into her mouth.

Yoru hung her head pathetically to one side. She couldn't threaten anyone now. Was she finally defeated?

It is a mistake to underestimate women
But Yoru raised her head again. Even fallen, helpless, Yoru was still a woman, and it is women who survive, or the species does not. A veteran erotic dancer, she had simultaneously been nurtured in compassion and love. It is a potent mix in the body of a sensual woman.

She resolved to dance in spite of the gag and ropes. Her breasts were riveting, her cut muscles flexing. Yoru's dance incorporated leg moves that entice the senses as well as assail the unwary. She was role-playing revenge, which was arousing lust all around her.

In the end, it was Elroy who bought her for 32,000 L$. He outbid 6 other would-be "suitors," his voice calm the while, an older man with iron balls.

Yoru blinked. Her RP had worked. She considers slavery of any sort abhorrent, as do they all, but this was just role-playing a tiny drop of that poison to create a mood, and she couldn't stop grinning. Bound in exquisite shibari knots and threatening, she had snagged them 32k for charity. But she couldn't say a word, could only drool from above and below. It was embarrassing, erotic, and somehow OK in the context.

Yoru changed dances, turning her back on the bidders, bending double, peeking between her widely-spread legs at the winner. Her heels propped her butt-cheeks high and stretched them open. She winked upside-down from between her thighs and, in spite of her gag, smiled, inviting Elroy to inspect his dangerous "goods" if he dared.

"Going once to Sir Elroy."

"Going twice for 32K..."

"Going 3 times... SNAP!" The Auction Mistress closed the bidding with an appreciative whack with her horsewhip on Yoru's back.

                                    (Elroy fucked Yoru a while just to drive home the point that she was his for the night.)                      

SUNSET FELLATIO: (3) "Nothing in the water except his huge, brilliant white, swelling yacht"

Date night after the auction
Yoru clicked on Elroy's landmark and was teleported into virtual chaos. She arrived somewhere high in the sky above his sim, and since he had provided no floor to land on, she began free-falling, tumbling, her arms flailing.

Seeking her pussy

Yoru was awe-stricken all the way down. The man must have been a clever engineer, for the landmark he sent was a work of IT erotic art in itself. Elroy had positioned her high enough that when she rezzed into his world she could see nothing but a tiny, square sim, consisting only of blue ocean growing erratically bigger in the lag as she plummeted. Almost unnoticed, in the midst of the winds roaring by her ears as she fell, Yoru was transfixed by the emergence of an eerie white spec that had popped out of the mass of deep water below. She imagined it a hazy, undulating droplet of lonely semen spurting out of some roiling, erotic, oceanic orgasm. She fantasized it was seeking her pussy. Later she discovered it was his yacht, brilliant against the cloudless sky, but at that moment it looked like a drop of cum rushing up to meet her, a single sperm fulfilling its desperate destiny.

Yoru must have been thousands of feet up, for she continued falling, how long she was not sure. Elroy wanted his sexy female guests to fall through the air of an entire 65,536m Linden ocean sim with nothing in the water except his huge, brilliant white, swelling yacht, drawing closer by the second.

Driven deeper than ever a cock had gone before, she insta-came

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 center 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 came instantly.

Elroy fucked Yoru a while just to drive home the point
Yoru's pussy was soaking from the pounding Elroy was giving her. With her legs spread high in the air, she assumed he was going to fuck her all night, but that was not to be. Elroy's fetish is to be sucked off and allowed to cum into the mouth of a beautiful woman. He hoped that was Yoru’s passion, too.

But for now he screwed her hard, pumping her while she came, even after she orgasmed twice. Yoru’s thighs squeezed spasmodically, arms helpless behind her, but he continued storming her genitals without pause, maintaining her climax and extending it to another, different one, her legs writhing and trying feverishly to close by opening wider, then clapping back together, which didn’t work. He just rooted in her deeper, using her energy for his own heightened pleasure, and held her firmly pinned.

A mistake
Finally. seeing her squirt so copiously, he relaxed. Such an orgasm could not be faked, and Elroy knew he had chosen the right woman. Without thinking about it, he released the ropes on her wrists and arms. Elroy had made a mistake: it was his nature to be dominant but kind, and he had unconsciously released the raging slave of the Role Play slave auction.

One thing should be clear in the world of love—as deeply submerged as lovers may be, as transported to sensual delight, there is always a small voice of consciousness in the minds of an alert woman, for if she does not stay on the lookout in a dangerous world, who will? A man? 

He was hers

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, to his core. He was hers. She made him her playground, her fingertips pushing, her nails massaging, pinching, nipping, threatening pain on the edge of powerful stimulation. She gripped his balls and cock together, and although he was a man strong and able, 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 far into her interior, giving him the excruciating, contrasting pleasure of deep penetration. It was not long until the man succumbed to her arts.

He laid back, muscular frame sprawling as athletes are prone, and sighed. It had almost been sexual punishment, he thought. Her pussy had clutched his genitals, tight like a living glove of desire, and he had ejaculated 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 mélange, and swallowed.

He leaned over and kissed her a long time. It was a languid drifting of lips on lips, tongues tasting organic lubrication, pure animal pleasure, until at last she, in turn, relaxed her guard. He lifted her instantly and effortlessly into the air and held her like a puppet, a used toy, dangling.

"If you want to leave my bed with your balls, you will let me down!" 

He smiled as she sputtered. "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 wet breasts along his body, positioning her firmly on the jacuzzi floor tiles between his open thighs.

    (Yoru emerged from the water to nestle at Elroy’s package)

SUNSET FELLATIO: (4) "Oral rules 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 mighty fellatio and helpless cunnilingus are more, they are gateways to a different dimension. Oral sex begins 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.

The miracle of a kiss
A woman's facial lips may be compared to the labia below, the "netherlips" of her vagina, but the latter haven't the dexterity of the lipsticked love tools above. The mouth performs the miracle of a kiss. A woman laughs with her lips, sucks with them, puckers and pouts, she uses them to define her womanhood.

They are surrounded by skillful accomplices. Beneath perfumed hair, inside the scarlet gateway, harbors the princess of all touch, the tongue. Behold the power and environment of this wonder! Tucked coiled inside a woman's tender smile, the snake-like tongue mesmerizes, stuns, locks in love, ensuring life like no other bodily survival strategy.

Tell me your secret desire
"Let me suck you off, it is your wish." Yoru’s words reached his ear in a choked half-gasp. She snuggled closer, giving an animal twitch of satisfaction. 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 stomach.

"Am I too familiar, Sir?" Yoru asked, drawing the words inward instead of breathing them out so as to express herself in the least intrusive way possible.

"No, keep sucking, I am trying to capture photographs, but you are making it a challenge to concentrate."

"I am happy about that," Yoru smiled and  sucked for a while, romancing the man's penis for its power to please.

He really did want to please Yoru, even though he had tried to overwhelm her physically. It is not always that the core of hardness is sweet, and Yoru read him expertly through the wires. Revenge forgotten, roleplay evaporated, she relaxed into surrender.

"Yoru, tell me your secret desire."

Swish, savor, swallow seed
Yoru blinked, embarrassed, and cleared her throat before whispering. "My fetish is to suck you until I swish, and savour, and swallow your seed."

Elroy’s tongue flicked across his lips involuntarily, he swallowed, and smirked, "Is it now?"

The word “smirk” is not always used kindly, but it can be 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 he was smiling. She averted her eyes, then looked back at him again and squirmed, contentment welling from below her tummy.

"I am glad that it is you," she said.

Where emerge liquid pearls
Yoru had always felt that sucking cock was a straightforward affair, but that night Elroy taught her to love giving head from every direction.

She waved the swollen appendage and fixed her eyes at the summit where emerge liquid pearls of lubricating man-oil. Her tongue curled into a tight circle and siphoned the glutinous juice from its perch. Such erotic images pushed her to the brink of anguishing pleasure. He pulled his cock from her hands and aimed its reptilian eye directly at her mouth. She gripped her red lips tightly closed in mock refusal, but locked on his shaft the second she could get it. It was oh so hard, curving upward in the lovely arc of men, the ridges flaring out and back and left and everywhere, all just right. His cock formed a monkey’s fist in her pot of honey, the man ape too greedy to release his grip to escape the bottleneck of her clutching cum receptacle.

Sucking until dawn in a land of perpetual sunset

Her tongue pressed forward against his locked-down dick precisely on his frenulum, the male clitoris, the small pleasure spot just under the pucker of loose skin where the cum-tube on the shaft joins the parting, heart-shaped under-head. She positioned the point of her tongue with the accuracy of a swordswoman in the heat of battle, feverish love weapon spearing just there while on her knees, looking up humbly, she dazzled his entire body, sucking him off until dawn in his land of perpetual Second Life sunset.

                                           (Emptying Elroy's balls)

SUNSET FELLATIO: (5) “The tongue of the tigress”

Emitting cooing sounds
Yoru brought Elroy’s swollen cock slowly closer to her lips. She heard herself emitting cooing sounds resembling those of a mating dove. His dick was not yet touching the tip of her extended tongue when the coos turned fluidly into low moans, audible only to her lover. Unaware of it, she was signaling him with her soft, animal squeals that she wanted him.

The pleasure from her lips 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 his root. When she discovered she could thrill him thumbing his cock stalk below the ball-sack, those few inches of hardened cock, rarely caressed, where his torso anchored on solid muscle, she knew it was reaching his interior. Nobody had ever done that to him. It propelled them both into an unending climax, small and large orgasms welling into a single watery surface, with moving lines of swells, powerful sexual surf destined to crash with the force of ancient waves on the shores of their furthermost fingertips and toes.

The potential of 69

The 69 position had always felt lacking to Yoru, as she liked to concentrate on either giving or receiving pleasure, not both at the same time. She had read it somewhere. But 69 was what Elroy wanted. 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 cock’s sweet spot. 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 that grows into a deeper, natural, rocking rhythm until either she or he or both shiver love liquids into pools of ecstatic expectation.

When Yoru comprehended the full potential of 69 it was another sensual high point for her. She had 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 on his ears 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 his and her needs, the desire of a central nervous system engineering its cells to evolve to ecstasy, to create the erotic, genius organism that is mankind making love.

Studs on such a stud
She pressed on the base of his dick and 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 bulging urethral channel 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 lapped with her tongue up the protruding blood vessels winding around his cock, as if navigating a narrow river bulging at 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 revisited the delicate slit atop his penis, and Yoru thrilled at the soft flesh she found there at the tip of the hard-on.

Life's most enticing, curving creations
How does one describe the primitively desirable? Her eyes were so close to his manhood she could see light reflecting through another liquid bubble of tear-shaped, transparent pre-cum perching, pristine, on what could be compared, with her focus centimeters from it, with the smooth curving roundness of solid butt-cheeks, or a woman's moon-like breasts. The smooth roundness of the top of a man's fully erect sexual organ 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, she pumped him in and out of her lips in a thrusting, forced penetration, filling her throat, pressing her tongue and upper palate, and she came violently, her throbbing mouth contracting like a vagina, spurting saliva and pussy ejaculate below.

She orgasmed above on his cock and below on his tongue, twice in the same moment, two different culminations blending into ecstasy of ethereal magnitude.

The "G-spot of her mouth"
Yoru wailed. Although the G-spot inside her vagina ached to be caressed, she made a wonderful discovery. Somewhere in her upper palate is also home to a trigger of sensitivity, different, but quietly effective for generating pleasure. The spot of the ancient erotic sages. By concentrating on the head of his dick, interspersed with ramming him deep enough to press at the entrance to her throat and make her gag, she massaged what felt like a G-spot of her mouth. She called it the “Y-spot.”

Immortally adept at altered reality

Smiling and aroused, 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) " The twilight of love and life "

Erotic friction

The ridge on Elroy’s cock, the corona, flares back like the petals of a fleshy flower, thrusting the head of the cock forward in a cup offering love. It is a delightful, "ribbed" ledge that causes desirable friction, erotic friction, when popped in and out of lips. This exhilarated Elroy's dick and her lips in one motion. The pleasurable feelings Yoru's lips were transmitting to her brain were strong, perhaps as strong as the pleasure Yoru was giving his cock sucking him off. It was a lot of pleasure in one bed.

"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 its size, and took it back out. 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.

Break-through in evolution
Elroy had no idea what Yoru said, but it he guessed it was outrageous. He didn't want to cum yet, but he did, again. A lesson in blow jobs was being served up to him as well, on the tip of the tongue of a tigress.

Cocks fill a woman's whole mouth with pleasure. She may or may not be touching herself, but regardless, she will soon be in ecstasy. A cock in the mouth is a break-through in the evolution of social cohesion.

She shivered out of control
And behold the smooth texture of cock, no other smoothness compares to it. The head nobly acts as a hook and a nurturer, it captures the maiden and forms a stopper to prevent cum dribbling out. He rammed deep in her throat a few strokes, not too hard, enough to fill her mouth, and pressed so that his dickhead bulged and bumped at the back. She seemed good with that, so he pushed himself down her throat, just a couple of centimeters, to test the depth of her desire, then pulled it back out.

She thrilled on the end of his shaft, she shivered out of control. It was like a 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 eerie joy out to every extremity in her naked body.

She held her lips tightly shut, shook her head feebly, pretending once more she wanted to avoid the insertion of the man's cock. It was a "forced" pleasure. It shocked her how good she felt when he finally penetrated her mouth, but it was mixed with embarrassment that she had been so overpowered with pleasure at the forced breach of her lips. She felt more than saw the rumbling eruption, and she tasted the man’s warm seed pouring through her lava-red lips.

Elroy was having a good day.

Her tongue tormented, her eyes flooded 
He gazed at her half-closed, sex-enthralled eyes, as he allowed her to pleasure him, gulping his cock to the back of her throat. He paused his thrust, giving her time to stick her tongue out under the approaching balls, opening her throat, and as she became more aroused, she found a way to lick and fondle them during deep-throat.

He froze in place, struck immobile with pleasure. Her throat, mouth and tongue were satisfying him from the tip of his cock to his core. He started thrusting wildly and she was bucked to his rhythm, keeping him between her rounded, firm lips. Her her tongue tormented, her eyes flooded.

Elroy's woman sucked his seed deep into her body that night. Is it any surprise oral sex is the ultimate intimacy? He let her keep the semen in her mouth, but according to its nature, some escaped from her feasting tongue to slip down between her breasts like white lava running to meet its destiny below. The hot semen had erupted first from his cock and then from the volcanic mouth of his woman.

The twilight of love and life

And so it was that the senior gentleman Elroy won the auction and made Yoru cum. But did he make it out of Yoru's bed alive? Ahhh, sunset fellatio--the twilight of life comes accompanied by the fullness of pleasure.

The end

(Author's note: "Helpless Cunnilingus, Rewrite" coming next. Hint: it's not so helpless ;)