Swallowing is overrated

I can come up with a lot of guesses as to why swallowing became "what naughty girls do."  Swallowing a guy's cum at the end of a blow job signifies that she likes it.  She likes sucking his cock, and she likes that he enjoyed himself.  Swallowing is supposed to be proof of this.  But it begs the question, do you want to have your cock sucked by somebody who doesn't want to be between your legs in the first place?

I've talked about what makes a good blow job in the past, and I don't want to tread over too much old ground (though if you haven't read that one, check it out, people seemed to like it).  However, I'll restate that an important part of giving a good blow job is enthusiasm.  It's not required, but your technique had better be pretty damn good to be able to give an excellent blow job without really being into it.  Prostitutes can get away with this.  Girls with inexperienced guys can as well.  And I guess partners of guys that fetishize oral sex to the point where they can't get off at all without it, pass.  But it's a fairly short list.

So let's assume that if there's someone on their knees in front of you with your cock in their mouth, they want to be there.  Thus, displays of enthusiasm aren't really needed.  And if they are (maybe the blow job recipient is insecure) there are better ways of showing it than swallowing his cum.  There are verbal cues, vocal cues that aren't actually words, ways of touching, pacing...  A lot of ways.  If the only way you know how to express cock sucking desire is by swallowing, you have a problem.

Next let's tackle the issue that cum doesn't taste good.  And I'm sure there are people out there who disagree.  My thinking is this: if cum really did taste good, its taste would be duplicated and sold.  Do not underestimate the power of the free market.  Sex sells.  Very well in fact. If someone thought they could make a buck selling cum-flavored lube, or condoms, or breath mints, they would.  And they don't.

That's not to say that swallowing cum, guy or girl, isn't enjoyable.  I adore being cum on, and I adore eating it too.  But I don't do it for the taste, I do it because I think it's hot.  And if that's your reason for swallowing, then more power to you, but does it have to be that way?  Again, I'll freely admit that I love it when girls cum on me.  However I don't see the need to try to drink every last drop of it.  Sure, if a girl cums in your face when you're going down on her, some of the fluid will be ingested, it's hard to prevent it.  But it's not like I'm going in there with a straw.

There also are obvious differences between guys and girls cumming.  It is significantly easier to get all of a guy's cum in your mouth than a girl's, when going down on them.  And perhaps this is one of the reasons why swallowing is most frequently associated with girls who suck cock.  I know that if I were in a sort of vague conversation about sexuality and a guy offered up "Yeah, I swallow," I'd assume it were because he was gay or bi.

It's also worth mentioning that if you are a gentleman with a long penis and you find a partner who not only enjoys sucking your dick, but can not only deep throat it with ease, and makes you cum while your cock is completely inside their mouth, do not under any circumstance let them go.  Install a LoJack device and fit them with an ankle bracelet if you must.  Sure, there is the initial instillation overhead, but it's worth it in the long run.  I still lament not thinking this plan up earlier.

The flip side of this coin is that spitting is, or can be at least, hot.  Again, I don't have a history of this, but I'd imagine that a long time ago, it was considered unladylike to swallow. Thus, spitting became what "good girls" did, and swallowing became what "bad girls" did.  In fact, there probably are segments of the world who believe such things.  They are silly of course, and we won't be dealing with them right now.

But let me bring it back to my point.  Spitting is hot.  There is something visceral and sexy about a girl that spits your cum out after you spunk in her mouth.  There are several potential messages that can be sent with it...  "I liked sucking your cock, but I want the cum gone because it's time to fuck RIGHTNOW."  "Flip over, I want to rim you and am guessing you don't want cum up your ass."  "I am a whore/whore-ish for you."  The underrated, "Yeah you're sexy as hell, and I love sucking you, but you're just another guy."  "I realize cum doesn't taste good, but I want you to watch me enjoy it and release it."  "Let's see what else you can do." "I'm on a no-protein diet."  "I read your story Dave. I totally agree with the points you made.  And I know that cumming after an incredibly amazing blow job can be slightly debilitating, so all you have to do is lay on your back and I will bounce up and down on your cock while playing with my nipples and tell you how good you feel inside me."  Obviously, the last one is my favorite, but they all work.

This all of course was a roundabout (and hopefully interesting/enjoyable) way of getting to the story of Madeleine.  Maddy was unhappily married.  She only lived a few miles from me, but between her kids, her possessive, soon to be ex that she was still living with, and the fact that she was incredibly high-maintenance, meant I never saw her.  We'd talk and flirt online from time to time, but that was about the extent of it.

One night, however, there was a breaking point.  Her ex took the kids out for the evening, and I managed to catch her before she took her Ambien.

"Hey, how's it going?"

"He left and took the monsters with him!"

"Forever?"

"No moron, just for the evening.  They're hanging out with 'new mommy.'  I fucking hate that term.  There is only one mommy..."

I'm sure she went on one of her frequent rants about her kids, and her ex, and her job, and her parents.  I sort of tuned out and let her get it out of her system for a few minutes.

"So do you want to hang out tonight?"

"Wait, what?"

"Tonight.  You and me."

"No, I can't."

"Sure you can.  For the next few hours you are without husband and without children.  Let's make the best of it."

"There's so much around the house that needs to be done."

"Get a fucking maid."

"He'll be so pissed off."

"He shouldn't have been so psycho as to drive you away."

"I can't."

"You can.  And you should."

::pause::

"Okay fine, can you be over in ten minutes?"

"I'm leaving now."


I got there in eight.

My window of opportunity was brief, and I knew I had to seize it.

I rang the bell, and she came to the door holding some laundry and kicking a block out of the way.

"Do you want to come in?"

"No, not really.  Get your shit together and let's go."

"Where?"

"Out."

"I can't believe you're making me do this."

"You know you want to.  You're not fooling anybody."

"Fiiiiiine."

She storms off, deposits the laundry wherever, and takes a few minutes while I remain in the doorway.  Upon returning, she put on a semi-short skirt, leggings and sweater.

"Where are we going?"

"To get a drink.  You clearly need a few."

We get the hell out of there as soon as possible.  The farther away from the mess of her life the easier it will be to forget about it and focus on something else, if only for a short while.  That was the working theory at least.

I didn't really know the part of town that she lived in, but knew enough to find a major thoroughfare with restaurants and streets on it.  I park, and we step into a fake Irish bar.  Fake Irish bar did have a real Irish bartender at least, slightly tipping it towards just normal Irish bar.  But being in an Italian neighborhood wasn't doing it any favors.

She sits at a table, and I order us two shots of Jameson and bring them back to the table.  They quickly disappear, and I replace them with two more.  Same result.  I was impressed with how easily she drank them.  Back at the bar for the third time, I ask for a drink that's half Jameson, half something that drinks slower.  I'm not sure what was brought back to me, but it was sour, and pleasant.

This time after presenting her with a drink, I was able to sit down for longer than a minute, as we stirred the ice cubes and chatted.  It was a balancing act keeping the conversation away from work, her ex, and her kids, considering that was almost all her life.  Instead, we talked about the past, and I didn't know much about hers.  Maddy went to a small, liberal arts college.  She had more sex than almost anybody I've met.  She did a lot of drugs.  Got married and divorced twice before the age of 24.  Quite the resumé.  She talked about guys she met with foot fetishes and how an ex of hers would often bring foot slaves by to worship her feet.

It was a lot to process, and I still have no idea how much of it was true, and how much of it was to impress me.  Obviously, I enjoy telling tales of the past, but reality turns me on a lot more than fiction.  For purposes of the evening though, I considered everything she said to be true.  A lot hotter that way.

We flirted.  She explained her blow job technique.  I babbled about favorite positions based on personality type, and told her she would definitely be a reverse-cowgirl girl.  Why?  Because I want to see you work for it for once.  Good answer.  She kissed me without warning or hesitation.  I paid the bartender, and we got the hell out of there ASAP.

By then it was late, and a lot of the restaurants were shuttered.  I grab the back of Madeleine's hair and push her into one of the metal grates as furiously attack her with my tongue.  She parries and sticks her hand down my pants, finding my quickly engorging cock. It was about then when I had to ponder the possibilities.  This girls was clearly in the right frame of mind, and ready to go.  Taking her back to her place would not only run the risk of running into her ex and kids, but it'd take awhile.  Mine would take even longer to reach.  Maddy tightens her grip on my cock and undoes my fly.  Yeah, it was time to act.

I push her hard against the gate, and it makes a clanging sound.  My hand goes up her skirt, and I can feel her wetness soak through her panties and leggings.  Yeah, clearly time to act.

I grab her wrist that was down my pants, take it out, and pin it to the grate.  Another rough, wet kiss followed.  Then I broke off, while still holding her wrist.

"Follow me."

And with that, I lead her down the alley next to the restaurant that we were about to get to third base in front of.  I didn't really know where we were going, so long as we weren't directly in view of whoever might be driving by or peering out the back of their house.  It's not something I pay attention to very often, but everybody's back porch light seemed to be on.  Annoying.  We head further down the alley almost to the point where it reaches the next street, when I see it.  An apartment building.  An apartment building that has half a flight of stairs to go down before heading back up some more stairs to get into the building.  Stairwell fucking.  Perfect.

She sees it too, and we're literally giddy as we scamper down the stairs.  I get there half a step before she does, and as soon as her foot hits the bottom, I push her down to her knees. The button of my pants is undone, and my boxers follow.  Her technique surprised me though.  I was ready for a fast, dirty, head-bobbing sucking.  But instead she was a lot more passionate.  Lots of slow in and out, and wrapping her tongue around my cock head.  The cold weather outside, and the warmth enveloping my cock felt delightful together.  So delightful that I knew that I couldn't last very long.  And like that, I fill her mouth with my hot jizz.  As you might have guessed by now she waits until I finish, and spits it down the drain in the middle of the stairwell.

"There better be more."

I swing my hand down, grab the back of her hair, and pull her up to my face.  We kiss and I can taste the lingering saltiness of my cum in her mouth.

"Turn around whore."

"No."

She had a grin on her face that was begging to be smacked off it.  However I knew she wasn't into being hit, despite her proclivity for rough sex.  Instead I pushed her into the stairs behind me.  I quickly retrieve a condom from my wallet and roll it on.

"I'm going to fuck you like you haven't been fucked in too long."

"I doubt it."

"You've told me all about your short cocked ex."

"I stopped fucking him months ago."

I flip her skirt up and pull her leggings and panties down.

"Good girl.  Who are you fucking then?"

"Besides you?"

I smack her ass.

"Obviously, bitch."

"The neighbor.  The neighbor's kid.  The guy that comes to clean the pool.  And I swear to Jesus, the mailman."

"You fucked the mailman?"

I ram my cock into Madeleine's dripping wet pussy and bang against her cervix.

"FUCK"

"That's good, get us caught why don't you?"

"FUCK"

I grab her hips and start pounding her.

"You fucked the mailman?"

"Yes.  He's a middle-aged Chinese guy.  And his dick is pathetic."

"Then why'd you do it?"

"Because I wanted to fuck the mailman."

"You're such a dirty little slut.  You fucking whore."

And with that she cums on my cock.  I knew my orgasm was sure to be soon to follow.  Usually the second time takes me a bit longer, but this second time was pretty intense.

"That's it, I'm done.  You know how I'm like a guy and just want to sleep after I cum."

"You're going to wait until I finish.  You're my little cum dumpster, and you're going to take what I give you and like it."

She didn't say anything, but I'm sure there was that same smile on her face.  I grab her hips and move her back a few inches.  Not because I needed a better angle, but because I knew she'd like the feeling of rough concrete scraping against her hands.

And like a good girl, she listened to me.  I keep fucking her, and she keeps her ass pointed at me until I cum again.  The second time was just as much fun as the first, though it takes all the wind out of my sails.

I sit down on the opposite stairs, and she pulls her panties and her skirt down.  I lean back against the stairs, and toss the soiled condom on the ground.

"Not bad.  Almost as good as the mechanics who double team me whenever I need to get my oil changed."

It's at this point that I realize how she gets guys to go crazy over her.  Initially I chalked it up to her ex, but Madeleine brings out the best and worst in people.  She's dirty.  She spits. She's and incorrigible slut after my own heart.  It's a beautiful thing.