The Ultimate Guide to Fellatio (27 page)

Men at Work

by Alison Tyler

Maybe there’s no such thing as love at first sight, but lust at first sight...well, that’s a different story altogether. Because that’s what I had, and I had it bad. Lust for the dark-haired, dark-eyed captain of a rough-and-rowdy road crew.

The crew had been out in our little rural community for weeks. Trimming trees. Moving boulders. And making me want to come. Not all of them. Just one of them. A fiercely handsome man with a sleek mustache and sparkling brown eyes. He’d look at me when he was the one holding up the Stop sign, and I’d look back through the windshield, flush, and look away. How many times? Three, four—every fucking time I went to do an errand. And I went to do more errands than usual when I knew they were at work. I put on elaborate make-up just to go to the grocery store. Normally a jeans-and-T-shirt-type of girl, I wore skirts and high-heeled leather boots, and I took extra time styling my long black hair.

After several weeks of visual foreplay, I got bold. I held his eye contact and stared back at him, gazed through my cherry-flush, forcing the connection. He liked that. He tilted his head at me and narrowed his eyes, and I could almost hear what he was thinking. Take me on? Is that what you think you’re doing, little girl? You think you can take me?

The men were connected to one another with walkie-talkies, alerting each other when cars were waiting at either end of the road work. One afternoon, I watched a heavy-set man radio another while the Stop sign was in place. After a moment, he flipped the sign to Slow and motioned me forward. As I drove around the windy roads, I spotted a golden-yellow work truck in my rear-view mirror. Was it him? How was I supposed to find out?

I kept on my normal route, I saw the truck holding steady, and finally I pulled into the dirt lot of a local park. Empty. Totally empty. Surrounded by trees. Hidden. The truck pulled in behind me, and my man got out. I knew in my head what I wanted to do, but I didn’t know whether people really behaved like that outside of porno movies. Could I step from my convertible, rush over, and tell him what to do to me? Turned out I didn’t have to. He knew. True doms can always sniff out a sub.

With a nod of his head, he motioned for me to come toward him. I slid from my seat, slammed the door behind me, and walked to the back of his truck. As soon as I was in his range, he gripped onto my shoulders and brought me into his arms for a kiss—the kiss I’d imagined since I’d first seen him. Hot and fast, his mouth firm against mine, his teeth finding my bottom lip and then biting it hard. Then, because it had to happen, because it was right, he pushed me down on the gravel-strewn dirt and unbuttoned his deeply faded jeans. I was ready, my lips parted, mouth open, but he stopped me before I could act. Quickly, he pulled his heavy leather belt free from his jeans, and with me in the exact position he wanted, he captured my wrists tightly behind my back.

“Such a tease,” he said, running his fingers roughly under my chin, tilting my head upward with a jerk. “Such a fucking tease.”

I sighed, so hungry now, so desperate, but he wasn’t ready to give in. All I wanted was the taste of his cock in my mouth, and I wanted it more than anything I’ve ever craved, yet he wouldn’t let me suckle him. With one hand still under my chin, he ran the back of his free hand against my cheek, softly, making me tremble all over at the gentleness of his touch. Then his hand came up high in the air, and he slapped my cheek, catching me off-guard, making me bite down on a moan. I lowered my head, shuddering all over, feeling how wet my panties were growing. Feeling how much I needed this. Needed him to treat me exactly the way he was.

“Look at me, baby,” he insisted, and I raised my head.

Now, he pushed forward, butting against my lips with the head of his cock. Oh, God, oh Christ, was I ready. I wanted to drink, wanted to drain, wanted to swallow him whole. But still he wouldn’t let me. He plunged in, taking his pleasure, then slid back out and bent to rub my nipples forcefully through my thin white blouse. He pinched them hard, and I arched and groaned, and while my mouth was open, he slid his cock in again. Each time he played me, he made me wetter still. So that I didn’t know what I was doing anymore. All I knew was I had the need—the urgency—to drink him down.

“Bad girl,” he said, “lost in your little games. Cruising the curves in your silver convertible. And all you want is for someone to fuck that sweet mouth of yours. Isn’t that right?”

I think I nodded. I know I moaned. And he let me, finally, let me have at him. I swallowed with a vengeance. I sucked and pulled, my cheeks indenting with the intensity of my hunger. He held me steady with his rough hands on my shoulders, pinned me in place in his strong grip. My eyes wide open, I saw the trees behind him, saw his scuffed work boots below, the dirt under my knees. It was a relief to be allowed to use my mouth, to trick my tongue up and down his straining rod. I almost cried with the release of tasting the first drops of his pre-come.

When I could think of nothing more than draining his every drop, he pulled out again, lifted me up by my arms, and bent me over. Holding me steady, my skirt captured up at my waist, he slid my panties all the way down my legs and waited for me to step out of them. Then he punished my naked ass with his large open hand, spanking me hard and fast. All my faith was in him. He had the total control to keep me balanced, so that I wouldn’t fall forward against the gravel, so that I wouldn’t collapse on the ground. I had no thoughts now; I simply let him take me. Let him push me back down again onto the scraped raw skin of my knees, so that I could open my mouth wide and suck him. Sweetly suck him. My mouth earning the pleasure of the power he imparted.

Up and down my tongue tricked against his shaft. In and out his cock plunged, searching out the warm, wet heat of my throat. I was delirious with the pleasure of serving him. Breathing deeply, I memorized his smell, the way his skin felt against my cheeks, the way my ass smarted under the gauzy fabric of my summer-weight skirt. Then he was once again in motion, lifting me up and bringing me to the back of the truck. My wrists were still bound behind my back, so he had to slide my skirt up for me, kicking my legs wider apart, pushing into me with the spit-slicked length of his erection. He fucked me so hard that his truck shook. My face pressed into the metal of the truck bed; my honeyed juices spilled down my thighs. And when we were finished, he simply unbuckled the well-worn belt and set me free.

But I didn’t want to be free.

“You’re calmer now, aren’t you, girl?”

I thought about the words before I answered, and then I nodded. He was right. All the nervous energy that had pulsed through me each time we’d made eye contact was now gone. I felt warm and in control. Better yet, I felt satisfied. I watched him get into the truck and drive out of the lot.

I don’t know when the road crew will be back, but I do know that I’ll be ready.

CHAPTER
12

Independent Study Erotic Videos and Books

Erotic videos and books are a goldmine for inspiration, education, and titillation. Explicit adult fiction can transport you into fantasies that can turn you on, or you can read aloud to your partner to turn them on; you can even take turns reading to each other as you go down on each other. Get a good sex guidebook and you can supplement the information you already know, take any desires you discovered in this book even further, or get a conversation going with your lover. Adult videos can be used like sex toys, too: watch some hot head in action and you might blow your top, or you can watch it together and imitate the actors onscreen. I’m going to recommend many different videos and books, and while not all of them will be to your individual liking, they’re the best that’s out there and are reliably hot. All of my choices are explicit; you won’t find any soft-focus approaches to sex in the following sections. Consider your preferences, and look at the suggestions to see what tickles your fancy.

Illustration 15. A Little Inspiration

How to Watch Erotic Videos

I used to be turned off by the type of porn where the girl holds her mouth open and the guy comes into it, but it became so dirty for me that oddly enough, now it’s my biggest turn-on.

Everyone’s got a different take on adult movies, and these perspectives generally boil down to two views: either you consider these films offensive, or you see using the explicit imagery the same way you’d use a sex toy—to get off. As you can probably tell, I’m in the latter category. But all porn isn’t created equal, and there’s a lot of lame, poor-quality, and quite offensive stuff out there—though as we know from watching the legal wranglings of the art world in the United States, obscenity and offensiveness are in the eye of the beholder. If you want to steer clear of specific sex acts or other things you might not like, then you might want to do a little reading here before you do a little watching at home.

If you’re thinking about renting or buying a blue move, then you’re not alone. According to the Free Speech Coalition’s 1999 survey of adult retailers, during 1998 stores in the United States reported a total of 686 million rentals of adult tapes. Typically when we think of the people who rent these videos, we think of the stereotype of men in raincoats—and while that might fit part of the population, these guys are practically extinct today. It’s certainly true that the average viewer is male, but the viewership has changed dramatically over the last twenty-five years to include more women and couples of all orientations.

If you’re a woman reading this, it’s possible that admitting to yourself that you want to watch porn is confusing or difficult. One of the major obstacles that we women face is the widely held notion that women don’t respond to sexual imagery the way men do—which is absolutely untrue. In her 1994 study, Dr. Ellen Laan of the University of Amsterdam found that women responded physiologically to sexual images, even when the women said that the porn they watched was boring or unarousing. When the women in the study watched the sex onscreen (whether from male or female directors), their genitals congested with blood, proving they were having a sexual response.

Once you feel okay about using porn as a sex toy, there are a few things you need to know before you get started. First, keep your expectations in check—you’re not going to see films the quality of mega-budget Hollywood blockbusters. Why not? Because outside of Hollywood studios, no one has that kind of money or resources to throw around, especially in a film genre that’s controversial.

The quality you are going to see is that of daytime soap operas: simple sets, standard lighting, digital cameras, and barely-there acting. Unless you go with a film from a bigger studio; the world of porn has a studio system just like in Hollywood. The big studios (like Vivid and VCA) have bigger budgets, better sets, actors who might have gone to acting school, writers with writing experience, and directors who are more likely to take their craft seriously, some even using real film stock in their movies.

Just as with any other sex toy, it helps if you’re aroused before you begin watching porn. When you put the tape in and press Play, be sure to have the following items ready: lube, a dildo, vibrator, and towel, and the remote control. Having a sex toy ready if you need it is handy, because if the video turns you on and you want to get off, you won’t have to interrupt the moment to search for your toys.

But why the remote control? The remote is the only really required item for porn viewing: you’ll need to fast-forward through anything you don’t like, or whatever distracts you from your arousal—be it lame dialogue, a sex act you don’t prefer, or an unsightly boob job. For some people this may seem like a hassle at first—why can’t they just make the “perfect” porno?

The makers of porn try to appeal to as many tastes as possible in a relatively short amount of time. Porn has to get to the point pretty quickly in order to retain horny viewers who usually want instant gratification, and so, like Hollywood, they’ve boiled down what they think viewers want into formulas. These are typical-male type formulas—that is, typical males of about twenty years ago.

The formulas include six to seven sex scenes, a standard set of positions and couplings, actors and actresses with mostly shaved genitals, men with larger-than-normal penises, and women with larger-than-normal breasts—with a few notable exceptions. An oft-voiced complaint is that the men are acceptable when unlovely in fitness and form, while the women’s bodies must conform to a standard: underweight, blonde hair, big lips, and big boobs (the Beverly Hills Plastic Surgery Association is always well represented). Almost always, the men pull out before orgasm and ejaculate on the other person’s face, breasts, ass, or vulva, so the viewer can see it. To say the least, little emphasis is placed on female orgasm and ejaculation—but that’s changing in the industry as we speak.