It’s not difficult for me to select my favorite sex act with my bulls. My answer would always be, without a moments hesitation, sucking their beautiful, ebony cocks. The strong surge of emotions I feel when I’m on my knees before one of my bulls is unparalleled and so intoxicating. Opening up the back of my willing throat to receive a hard thrust from the dominant man so deserving of my oral service is an apex experience. I’m just starting this blog post but I can tell I’m already getting carried away describing the subject…yet I could easily go on and on!
I’ve always had a competitive spirit and thoroughly enjoyed a challenge. I’ve also always been orally inclined. I can recall many conversations with girlfriends who did not enjoy providing their boyfriends/husbands with oral sex. I’ve heard them describe it as a nuisance, or as something they are only willing to do on special occasions like a birthday. I’ve always been puzzled by these attitudes, as I’ve always thoroughly enjoyed giving head. I was 19 when a partner told me I had given him the best blowjob he’d ever received. I can imagine I was glowing with pride in that moment, because I’ve wanted to hear that same review from every man who’s cock I sucked since.
Taking a man into your mouth is the surest way to really get to know him. His taste…his smell…it’s a complete sensory overload. Exploring his phallus with my tongue and throat allows me to understand the girth and length of his cock in a way touching it with my hands never could. Any woman who has sucked a small cock will be likely tell you that it feels extra small in your mouth. In contrast, sucking a well-endowed man gives me the feeling that he is larger-than-life. When I strain with each forward stroke to swallow another another inch, and then another, I physically respond in an uncontrollable fashion. I’ll bounce on my knees to build up the momentum I need, tears my run down my face as my sinuses respond to the head of my black bull’s cock being forced deeper down the back of my throat. My focus is completely narrowed on the task before me, and I am swept up in a primal desire to taste the cum I’ve come to crave.
I’ve never seen a big, black cock I’ve been daunted by orally servicing. I’m aware that I can’t completely swallow some of my biggest bulls, but I’m never going to give up the attempt. I long ago lost the desire to ever take a small man into my mouth again, and I would not ever suck a white dick-no matter how large. My cuck is not pussy free (yet), but he has surrendered forever the feeling of my lips around his penis. If I’m brutally honest, the thought of sucking a small, white dick only brings about a feeling of revulsion. It’s the same palpable feeling that arises when looking at a plate of very unappetizing food. The physiological response from the gut signals the body’s clear message: “I don’t want to ingest that, nor do I want it anywhere near me.” Imagine the difference between that feeling and the mouthwatering anticipation when you haven’t eaten all day and a server approaches the table with a cut of perfectly grilled prime rib. That’s almost exactly how I feel when I’m on my knees before one of my bulls while he’s unbuttoning his fly.
The reaction I hope to receive most from my bulls as I try to swallow them is surprise. I hope their internal monologue contains a few of these remarks: Damn, she’s really going for it. I can tell this woman loves to suck cock. She’s been at it for a while, let’s see how long she can go. I love to receive indications of how much my bull is enjoying my service. It may come in the form of a strong hand grasping my hair and pushing me further and further down his shaft. Sometimes he might pull me away so I can see my saliva glisten on his beautiful black cock before giving me a playful slap on the face. The bulls that are truly close to my heart are those that know what a cock-hungry BBC whore I am and use it to their advantage. They want to hear me beg for it before allowing me the immense pleasure of servicing them, and I oblige with enthusiasm.
I enjoy giving the kind of sloppy, wet head that isn’t exactly dainty or cute. After an evening with a bull I’ve become accustomed to my visage in the mirror-it always looks the same. The eyeliner, eyeshadow and mascara I meticulously applied for an hour before he arrived has run down my cheeks in ravines formed by my tears. My lipstick has all but rubbed off and my face is flushed in a red, glowing hue. I can’t help but smile and let out a small laugh – I’ve proven once again just how much I love sucking big, black cock.