Amanda explains why she likes to deep-throat guys and how she performs her task

I’m not sure she’s doing anything wrong. As I’ve said
before, I don’t know why many women can’t deep-throat,
even when they say they want to. I do know there are
women like me who find it natural and enjoyable to take
a cock in their throat. The best I can do is to pay
attention during oral sex and to report what I
experience in the hope that I might offer some insight
or encouragement to women who want to please their bf.

Yesterday (Saturday) seemed to be the day for me to pay
attention. During our workout at the gym, I became
intensely aroused over the idea of sucking my bf. When
we got home I handed him Gatorade and kissed him on
lips. Having sex immediately after running or working
out is often a big thrill for us.

On this occasion, however, he wanted to take a shower
and do some work before we left for the evening. (We
already had tickets to see the early show of Bridges of
Madison County with another couple.) I had to use some
heated persuasion to get him out of his shorts and to
sit back on the couch ;-).

He thought it was going to be a quickie. I didn’t dare
tell him what my intentions were, why spoil the fun? :-
) I was excited, yes, but nothing about the setting was
romantic. Because we leave the drapes open (no one can
see in this side of house which faces the Pacific
Ocean), daylight flooded the living room.

The breeze blowing through the windows was at times
heavy with the scent of burnt meat coming from our
neighbor’s barbeque. I could hear what sounded like
mariachi music coming from somewhere in the
neighborhood, only the melody seemed to be piped out by
a calliope, over and over. Bo (my bf’s retriever) nosed
around before lying down to watch. And on top of
everything, I made a mental note of the time.

I got out of my gym clothes and knelt on the carpet in
front of the couch between my bf’s legs. For the record
my bf is decently big but not huge. I took his limp
cock in my mouth, closed on him and started to work my
tongue all around.

I was already turned on before we started, but as soon
as I had him locked inside my mouth, I felt a charge
between my lips (face) and clitoris, a soft, warm
tingling sensation that made me shudder. His scent was
strong and pungent. I sucked gently at first, then
started tugging more vigorously in an attempt to get
him hard. When he remained soft I realized he was more
distracted than I had thought.

Stroking him into an erection was out because he
doesn’t like me to use my hands on his shaft whether he
is hard or soft. Using only my mouth fits in with his
fantasy of control. If I suck the top part of his cock
while stroking the rest I’m cheating, according to him.
So I surrender to his fantasy and keep my hands away.

Since he wasn’t responding in the way I had expected, I
immediately felt as if I were doing something wrong.
This is part of the craziness of how I relate to him. I
wanted the sex to last, so what was the hurry to get
him hard? Enjoying his soft cock fit in with what I
wanted. But I wasn’t enjoying it because he was
supposed to be aroused. I feared he was going to lose
all interest and push me away, so I focused all my
attention on getting him hard. I made love to his cock,
sucked, nibbled, licked and rolled it around inside my
mouth.

I was overwhelmed with joy when at last I felt him
begin to swell between my lips. I clamped down on the
base of his shaft, pushed my outer mouth against his
pelvis and used my tongue to stimulate him further.
Only twice did I feel the need to move back and forth
on his cock briefly to excite him–the rest of the time
my face was pressed into his pelvis. The pressure of my
lips, the heat of my mouth and the caresses of my
tongue eventually brought him to full erection.

I was dizzy with sensations as he expanded fully into
my throat. Receiving him in an eager, docile way
excited me all the more. At the same time, however, I
was distracted by the pressure of his rigid cock
against the walls of my throat. I’ve been deep-
throating for 10 years since I was 18, and I’ve done my
bf many times. But it is always the same at the
beginning, when I need to adjust to the object in my
throat.

Even though I was aroused, I was not totally relaxed. I
was distracted by the fear that his thickness would
choke me, and I was acutely aware I was skating on the
brink of disaster. I wanted to give in, to offer no
resistance, to let go of the fear of choking.

I literally opened my mouth as wide as I could in a
gesture of surrender, hoping that my throat would
respond in a similar manner and allow me to breathe. I
repeated this several times before I felt the threat of
choking begin to ebb as my body relaxed. I pressed my
lips gently around the base of his shaft and practiced
taking in small quantities of air through my nose. My
heart beat fast as I thrilled at being able to
accommodate him so dramatically.

Then, without warning, the gag reflex kicked in and I
choked. I panicked and immediately backed off to catch
my breath. Moments later, after several deep gulps of
air, the crisis over, I felt the icky coolness of guilt
weighing me down. I felt that I had failed by taking
back what I had willingly offered. I had overreacted
out of concern for my own well being. I imagined that
my bf was glaring at me with disapproval, although I
was too ashamed to look up.

I carefully took him in all the way and paused a moment
to compose myself.

Even though I desperately wanted to suck his cock and
knew from experience I could breathe with him in my
throat, I realized with sharp clarity that willingness
and experience weren’t enough. I had to establish once
again I could breathe without interruption. But even
that wasn’t the answer, for I had just panicked out of
fear while breathing quite nicely. I knew that the only
answer was to surrender *completely.*

So with my lips pressing around the base of his shaft
and my chest rising and falling with each tentative
intake of air, I gave myself to my bf. I offered my
lips, tongue and throat for his pleasure. He became my
entire focus. I noticed that his scent became damper
and sweeter. When I squeezed more tightly around him he
seemed to radiate a delightful heat that spread
throughout my body.

Although his balls and the skin around the base of his
cock were shaved, I could feel the soft stubble when I
pushed my lips against his pelvis. I consciously gave
myself to him by starting to suck a little harder and
rubbing my tongue against him more briskly. I strained
to detect an intake of air or a sigh, but he remained
quiet, not even shifting his hips, even though I knew
he liked what I was doing.

As I continued to surrender to him, caressing him
slowly, paying attention to his responses, my throat
became less sensitive to contact with his cock. My
breathing became deeper (although never really deep)
and more regular. Since I didn’t want him to cum for a
while, I moved very little on him, just enough to keep
him hard. Sometimes I would slide back along his shaft
to suck and lick under the head. Sometimes I would move
back and forth along the stem with snug lips to
maintain his erection if I sensed he was losing it.

Yes, sometimes I gagged, especially when I was moving
on him deep, but by this time I was fully into my
surrender and didn’t panic. I simply stopped moving and
gave myself to him. The spasm abruptly passed while he
remained thrust in to the hilt.

As I continued to devote myself to his pleasure, my
awareness suddenly expanded beyond him to include
myself and my surroundings. I could smell the barbeque
mixed in with his aroma. I heard Bo shift on the floor
by the fireplace. I became aware of my arms folded
along the couch and my breasts pressing against the
seat.

I raised off slightly and let one hand brush across my
nipples which were already hard. I ran my hand lightly
across his stomach, hip and thigh (he doesn’t want me
to do this much during deep-throat) before lowering it
to my pussy. I shook as a bolt of pleasure shot up my
spine and spread into my chest.

I started working the base of his cock with short,
tight strokes until I heard him gasp. Then I stopped,
still closed around him, flicking with my tongue. I was
so aroused that when I became aware of sensation that I
normally associate with pain in my lips, shoulders and
neck, I simply gave in to it. The feeling of discomfort
transformed first into numbness then into pleasure. I
no longer gagged much, but when I did, letting go of
the spasm produced an intense ecstatic sensation that
made his presence in my throat all the more delicious.

The only break in the action occurred when he moved off
the couch to stretch out on the carpet. Usually he
likes to prop his head on a pillow so he can watch, but
he just lay back and closed his eyes. I settled on my
knees and elbows between his legs, a more demanding
position for me, and engulfed him in one stroke.

Whenever I sensed that his arousal might be building
toward eventual orgasm I stayed on him but stopped all
motion. When he started thrusting his hips upward in
excitement, I opened my mouth wide, lifting my lips off
him, to remove the friction he eagerly sought. That
cooled his ardor. When he settled down I returned to
slow, deep sucking.

Finally he propped himself on one elbow and said, “I’ve
got stuff to do.”

I looked at my watch and noted that 45 minutes had
passed. “OK,” I said.

“I want you to cum.”

I worked the full length of his shaft, up and down,
with strong, deliberate strokes. It didn’t take long.
When he started lifting his hips rhythmically, I took
him all the way in and sucked hard on the base. I felt
him swell and harden just before he groaned loudly. He
made no more sudden moves, but the pulsations in his
cock were rather sharp.

He exploded into my throat as I continued squeeze my
lips hard, creating as much beautiful friction as I
could along the base of his cock, all the while
allowing his cum to cascade deep inside me. When he was
done I lifted off him and swallowed what was left in my
mouth, traces of lovely, sweet cum.

“What was that all about?” he asked. I told him. He
shook his head and gave me a kiss. “You’re really
something,” he said, then padded off to the shower.

I must admit that my body was sore afterward. But I
didn’t mind because I love my bf and enjoy giving him
pleasure. I could still taste him during the movie,
even though we had eaten something.

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