Two Blowjobs a Day

Suzannah Weiss
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Published over 1 year ago

I wake up before you, just after the sunrise, and remember the promise I decided to make you, just for fun: two blowjobs a day. I’m voracious, and I won’t be satisfied with just one. 

Your blanket’s wrapped around your shoulders like a jacket. I glide my hand down the opening, slowly pulling it down to reveal the trail of hair across your chest. As I slide down your body, you emit a barely audible sigh of pleasure, letting me know I can continue. My hand slides over your abs, around your waist, down to your boxers, above a small patch of black hair. I unbutton them to take your cock out. 

“Mmm,” you can’t help but moan as I welcome it into my hand, rubbing it up and down between my fingers, your eyes still half closed. You open your legs so it stands up toward the ceiling, growing, swelling, throbbing, red. Aching to be touched. You’re not fully awake, but you’re awake enough to crave my touch.

I won’t give you it just yet, though. First, I wrap my arms around you, tossing your blanket off as you roll onto your back, arms and legs splayed out. Then, I slowly kiss my way down your body and pull your boxers down. Your cock springs up as they slide below it, leaving it completely bare. I move down to your toes and take your underwear all the way off. Now, I have every inch of you to work with, to pleasure, to tease. 

I kiss my way back up your legs, lingering on your inner thighs as I take your balls into my hand and place my lips over the head of your cock. I open them wide to fit you into my warm mouth and bob my head up and down repeatedly, closing my mouth around you hard as my movements get faster, just the way you like it. 

“Ah,” you whimper, squirming beneath the intensity of the pleasure. I suck you as you move your head side to side, moaning, “Baby, that’s so good,” until I come up for air. I love to please you. It’s gotten me so wet to have your cock in my mouth. And you can feel that as I slide up your legs and straddle you, gliding the head of your dick up and down my slit, then rubbing it back and forth on my clit. “God I love this cock,” I say, my head shaking in awe. You smile and say, “Your turn.”

You grab my shoulders in your strong hands and push me to my side, pinning my arms on the bed as I squirm beneath you. You can already smell my pussy. It’s dripping with desire, and it’s making you want me badly. But you don’t take advantage of that right away. It looks like you want me to beg for it first. 

You hover over my breasts, taking in the view of my hard pink nipples, blowing gently on them. I arch my back, wanting to bring you closer. I cry out as you finally lick circles around my breasts and sigh as you plant kisses on the left and then the right. 

I can’t take it anymore. I grab your hand. “Can you feel how much I want you?” I ask as I glide your fingers up and down my pussy.   

“A lot, huh?” You say with a smirk. “All right, then. Your wish is granted.” 

I squeal as you dig two fingers inside me, massaging the front wall behind my belly button with a come-hither motion. “Yes, there!” You love to watch me thrash around with pleasure, my body shaking, my lips in a half-smile, the volume of my voice picking up. You slowly withdraw your fingers, leaving me whimpering. You know I’m ready for you. 

“Want me to get a condom?” you ask. 

“Please,” I beg, just like you want. 

As you get it, I sit on the couch with my legs spread in front of me. This is where I want you to fuck me. You can see my pussy lips flushed bright red and swollen twice their usual size. Just to tease me more, you make a show of it, standing in front of me and stroking your cock up and down, letting out a deep groan, getting yourself nice and big and hard and ready for me.

I reach my hand out to you. I’m desperate now. 

“What, you want that?” You laugh. “OK, you can have it.” Without missing a beat, you slide on the condom and kneel down on the floor in front of me. Your cock is pointing right up into my pussy. I can feel it trying to push its way in. 

“Go slow, baby,” I whisper.

“OK,” you smile, cupping my face in your hands. “I would never hurt my princess.”

You thrust yourself into me so slowly, I can barely feel you move, but soon I feel fuller, until you’re reaching those high up places only you know how to reach. 

You grab my shoulders to hold me in place as you thrust into me and into me and into me, filling me with so much sensation I can’t stand it. Then, you show some mercy and let up on me a little, holding still while your hand gently strokes the hair above my pussy and then starts to rub my clit back and forth. I moan into your mouth as you kiss me. How do you always know just what will please me? 

My hips grind down on you; I need to feel you deeper. You notice my nipples standing up on alert, my head back, my mouth open in ecstasy, my screams getting louder, and it makes you pound harder. 

“Oh,” I cry. I can feel you so deep inside. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Mm,” you growl into my ear. That’s music to your ears. You pound harder, deeper, higher into me. 

“Yes!” I scream, not caring if I wake up the neighbors. You don’t care either; you love knowing you bring me so much pleasure. My legs shake and my body convulses so violently you have to hold me down on the couch. My pussy clenches around you, hard, then relaxes, clenching and releasing again and again, sucking your cock in, sucking it as hard as my mouth did earlier. You love to get sucked and sucked and sucked and sucked like this. And I love to suck you. 

“Oh baby, you’re gonna make me cum too,” you moan while your hips jerk forcefully on their own accord. As you rock back and forth, I feel your cock grow even bigger in me. You moan with each thrust, growling into my ear as cum spurts out of your cock. It twitches, propelling further into me, burrowing deeper. I love to feel you satisfied, to know I’ve satisfied you. You collapse on my chest, giving my breasts little kisses. 

“First blowjob of the day done!” I say. “I’d love to give you another one tonight. Would you let me?”

“I’m pretty sure I would love that too,” you say. 


At the end of the day, as we lay side by side after saying goodnight, I whisper in your ear, “You didn’t think I forgot my promise, did you?” 

“I hoped not,” you grin.  

“May I?”

“Of course.” 

I want to keep you comfortable, so I leave the blanket over you this time, except for right below your waist. Once again, I take off your boxers, then I consider removing my own nightgown as well. 

“Would you like a naked blowjob tonight?” I ask. 

“That sounds incredible.” 

I pour lube on my hands and run them over my breasts. “Mm,” you groan as you watch them glisten, your clock twitching and swelling and rising each time they bounce. 

I take your cock in my lubed-up hand and run it up and down. You let out a whimper. 

“You like that?” I ask. 

“Oh my god, yes.”

I rub my hand faster, my other hand massaging your balls as you sigh and thrash your head back and forth. 

“Baby, that’s so good.”

“Are you ready for my mouth yet?” 

“Mm,” you thrust your hips up toward me. I take that as a yes. 

I run my tongue in circles around the sides of your cock, making sure to lick every crevice, slowly, around and around, licking over the top and then back around the sides, jerking it with my hand at the same time. “Ah,” you sigh. It’s almost too much. 

Finally, I wrap my whole mouth around it, taking it deep into my throat, bobbing up and down so every inch of it gets plenty of attention. Your breathing picks up. I go harder and faster, taking over with my hand, then returning to my mouth, then pleasing you with my hands and mouth at the same time. I wish I could keep doing this until sunrise. I love the taste of your cock, how it feels on my tongue, the sounds of pleasure you emit, the curls of pubic hair below my fingers. I keep at it, never slowing my pace, until you ask, “Can I cum in your mouth?”

“Please,” I beg. I want to taste your pleasure. I want to swallow it all. I feel the head of your cock swell up, and suddenly it all goes stiff, then it jerks in my mouth as a splash of cum hits my throat. I bob my head all the way down, making sure it goes in nice and deep. Splashes hit me deep within my throat. My mouth stays all the way down at the base the entire time, making sure you have plenty of room to unleash your load. 

Once I’ve sucked it all dry, I leave your cock dangling limp between your legs, all wet, relaxed, and satisfied. I inch back up to kiss you goodnight, my breasts grazing against your stomach, but I see you’ve already dozed off. 

I love knowing I left you so content, you transitioned right into dreamland. I go back to bed next to you, but I leave my nightgown off, the moonlight reflecting off my breasts, so that by the time you wake up and see me, you’ll be ready for round three. 


Suzannah Weiss is a feminist writer whose work has appeared in The Washington Post, New York Magazine, and elsewhere. 

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