The Memoir of Veronica Wells

Chapter Two-3

He immediately straddled my shoulders with his knees and slid his wet p***s through my open lips. Since I was tied up, I had no choice but to allow my mouth to be filled by the rest of his warm fluid. The sides of his shaft contracted as the semen burst out twice more from the slit at the tip and pooled at the back of my tongue. His semen had a slightly salty taste and a pleasant thick texture, like chocolate melting inside my mouth. I didn’t gag on it or find it unpleasant as I had feared. In fact, I loved the sensation of having his hard p***s forced through my lips and feeling his fluid shooting onto my tongue.

“Look at me, Veronica.”

I looked up into his eyes and knew what he wanted me to do. He watched my lips and mouth with a kind of reverence as I slowly swallowed the mouthful of semen for him. After the cream from his body had slipped effortlessly over my tongue and down my throat, we exchanged a look, knowing without words that an emotional bond had just been created between us…

Only after I sucked out and swallowed the remaining drops did he release me from the bondage. We cuddled up tightly in bed. I felt an odd mixture of being liberated and imprisoned at the same time. It was the sexiest night of my life by far and I felt happy and content for the first time in a long while. It was so easy to suck on his p***s and swallow his semen. I don’t know why I had waited for all these years to give pleasure in that manner to a man. Though I started late, I fully intended to make up for lost time with my sexy boyfriend. I yawned and Dane squeezed and fondled my breasts until we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Late the next morning I woke up before Dane and stretched. His body was so comforting and warm lying next to me, radiating heat like my own electric blanket for the cold desert nights. I watched Dane sleep and felt so incredibly happy inside to have him next to me. I couldn’t imagine going to bed and waking up without him now. His body was cut like the sculpture of an alabaster Greek God, without an ounce of fat on him. His sandy hair on his head was beginning to grow out from the short military cut. His thick-veined forearms had a dusting of light blond hairs leading down his chest and under his navel and p***s. He was aroused in his sleep, the white bed sheet barely covering his massive erection. Dane always seemed hard with me, like a beast that was always hungry, always needing to copulate, to be sucked upon and relieved. He had just come a great deal a few hours ago, inside my v****a, all over my breasts and into my mouth. How could he be so stiff again, so fast?

I lifted the sheet off his p***s without waking him to get a better look. His thick hairless shaft was beautiful to behold, standing at attention like a soldier. It seemed to be painfully throbbing with blood, the thick bluish veins running up the sides and pulsing. I wondered how he could possibly sleep with his enormous erection. I wanted to touch and stroke it to relieve him of the pressure, but didn’t want to wake him.

I thought of the past men I was with sexually, in high school and in community college, as well as the student I was super attracted to at Pima Medical Institute, but never really spoke to. I liked to have s*x; it came naturally to me and I thought I had a healthy attitude about it. But I had never become obsessed by s*x or a man’s body until I met Dane. I liked how controlling he was over me. It aroused me and made me want to give him pleasure, constantly. The more control I gave him, the more aroused I became. I wanted Dane to be my boyfriend and eventually more, perhaps. I kept staring at his lovely p***s and knew what I wanted to do now, and every morning in my life from now on.

I closed my eyes and slid my body down the bed to swallow his long p***s as deeply into my throat as I could. I pressed my breasts against him and cupped his scrotum in one hand while holding his shaft in the other, sucking on his p***s with the single-minded desire to not allow it out of my mouth until I made him come again. I kept thinking of how he shot several streams of semen onto my body and into my mouth late last night. I still had the sticky residue of his fluid dried into my skin on the soft cleavage of my breasts. I liked the taste of his come on my lips and feeling of it as it pooled in the back of my mouth and slid so easily down my throat. It seemed so natural for me to suck on Dane’s p***s and swallow his semen. I wasn’t intimidated by its large size or width. I liked the feeling of his hard flesh completely filling my mouth and throat. After last night, I was no longer nervous about him repeatedly thrusting his p***s into my mouth and shooting several bursts of his semen into the back of my throat and swallowing it. I felt destined to meet this man and give him pleasure in this manner.

As soon as I started sucking on him, I heard Dane moan, wake up and turn to his side. At that angle, he was better able to thrust himself through my lips with increasing speed and I kept my mouth and throat open for him. I heard him groan deeply and he emptied his semen once again into my mouth. The sides of his p***s throbbed in my hands as he ejaculated. The muscles relaxed and then contracted again when another burst of semen sprayed into my mouth and joined the pool forming at the back of my tongue. I swallowed and then this virile man filled my mouth a second time with his precious come. I swallowed again, feeling the thick creamy texture slip over the back of my tongue. The second time I swallowed Dane’s semen was even easier than the first. After finishing and catching his breath, he kissed me very tenderly on the lips.

“Good morning,” I said.

“Good morning, Veronica. What a nice way to wake up. Do you like sucking on me and swallowing?”

“Yes.”

“Do you like the taste of my semen?”

“I do.”

“If you like it, look me in the eyes and lick your lips for me.”

I fulfilled his sexy request, slowly sliding the tip of my tongue across my upper and lower lips while staring into his eyes.

“Good. If you like it, I’ll have it written into our contract, as our morning ritual.”