Loving Oral Enthusiasts: Ch. 01

Chapter 1: The Talk

Brad and Tara had been dating for about three weeks. Things had been going very well. They shared the same interests, had compatible life goals, and their careers looked to be on a trajectory where they could build a long term relationship. Brad was 29, 5'9" with a short, brown haircut. He had a fairly average physique. He wasn't exactly a fitness buff, but he wasn't obese either. He had a stable career in software development for a company that ran point-of-sale software for businesses. It wasn't an exciting job, but it was a job that needed to be done, paid well, kept good hours, and was rock solid stable.

Tara was 26, 5'6" with very long, black hair and a voluptuous, curvy body. One of the first things that was impossible not to notice were her enormous 44H breasts. After high school, she had to buy special bras to support her back so she wouldn't have back pain during the day. She was an editor for a textbook publishing company. Like Brad's job, it wasn't particularly exciting, but was a very reliable and comfortable living, and she enjoyed the random facts she'd learn while proofreading and editing the submissions she had to go over.

Both were comfortable with where they were in life, but ready to take the next step. They'd each had a few long term relationships, but nothing that really stuck. They were ready for something more long term and serious. Someone to build a life with, maybe have some children if it was in the cards. Brad found Tara at an online dating site. Tara found him interesting because, unlike most of the men on the website, when he approached her he mentioned something she had included in her profile. Most guys just tried to strike up a random conversation or worse, commented on her physical appearance before trying to get to know her.

After chatting online for a few days, they eventually talked on the phone, and finally agreed to a quick coffee date. The chemistry was there and they decided to try a real date out for dinner and mini-golf. Then another date the next day for pizza and a local band, even though they agreed it was "too soon." The chemistry just felt too good. After the fourth date, they had sex for the first time. The sex was... good. Brad was an attentive lover, clearly interested in making Tara climax several times. Tara was definitely into Brad and enthusiastically tried a lot of different positions. She didn't even make a big deal when they shifted positions and he accidentally put it in her ass. There was nothing to complain about, things were going really well.

After three weeks going on like this, Tara started to think whether it was time to start taking the relationship more seriously. Maybe go exclusive with Brad with an eye toward moving in together in a month or so, if things are still going well. But, there was a little fly in the ointment. It meant it was time to have "the talk" to set her expectations for the relationship moving forward and make sure Brad's expectations were on the same page. So, Tara decided to invite Brad over to her apartment for some home cooked dinner, watch their favorite show together, and have "a talk". She hoped, even if Brad got some anxiety about needing "to talk", knowing she'd be cooking especially for him would mitigate some of that anxiety since she wouldn't put forth the effort if they were going to break up.

When Brad arrived, Tara was wearing a pretty, casual red dress and some leather flats. Brad was wearing a blue button up and slacks. Over dinner, they discussed their favorite scenes from the show they had been watching together, the performances given by their favorite actors and actresses, and tried to guess where the show was going next. Brad had been feeling that anxiety throughout dinner, and was weirded out by how normal and like their other times spent together tonight had been so far. Brad picked up the dishes, rinsed them off and put them in the sink while Tara cleared the kitchen and table. Afterwards they migrated into the living room.

"So, you said you wanted to talk about stuff. What's up?" Brad asked as they were settling into the couch. Tara didn't sit right next to him the way she had on other dates, instead opting to sit on the edge of the couch on the opposite side.

Tara felt her chest tighten up a little bit. She'd been enjoying her time with Brad, but she was ready for something more serious and it meant it was time to open up for real. "Yeah, you know, I was just thinking that we'd been together for a few weeks now. I really like you and just kind of want to know where you see this going."

Brad started to get more nervous. He really liked Tara. If he was in his early 20s, he probably would have already confessed his love for her, but had become more reserved as he got older. He was ready to get something serious, but didn't want to rush Tara and scare her off.

"Um... I'd have to think about it. Wait, that's not really what I mean. Give me a minute to think about it?" A very pregnant awkward silence filled the room. Brad wracked his brain on how to phrase that he wanted to get serious without putting pressure on Tara. Ah fuck it. He thought to himself. "Okay, well... I'd like to take this as far as we can as long as it's feeling good for both of us. Like, I'm not saying I want to change anything right now, just that if we both wanted to make this more of a 'thing', I'd be down for that."

Tara bit her lower lip slightly. Hearing that she was wanted by Brad for something serious was starting to turn her on a little, but excite her more. "What do you mean by 'more of a thing'?" Tara asked.

"Like.. official, I guess? Boyfriend and girlfriend? Not just dating but like... together... I guess?" Brad managed to fumble out, feeling his own anxiety starting to rise by the line of questioning.

"I'd really like that", Tara grinned, feeling butterflies in her stomach, "but, before we move forward I think if we're going to get serious maybe we should talk about what our expectations are. You know, when you first start dating, you're kind of on your best behavior and trying to put your best foot forward. I just wanted to know if there are any deal breakers or things you didn't talk to me about so far that you want or need out of the relationship. Things that might crop up later and mess things up, you know?"

Brad paused and thought for a moment. That made sense, of course. They had both already talked about that they were looking for something more serious and if there was some dirty laundry that might get in the way of that, it was best to get it out of the way early so they didn't accidentally waste time by not being open and honest. Brad knew he had to talk about something, but was really anxious about bringing it up. Tara was the one who opened this line of inquiry, though, so she clearly had something she wanted to talk about.

"Well, if it's okay with you, I think it's fair if you start. This talk was your idea, so I assume you had some things you wanted to talk to me about first," Brad replied.

Shit, I was hoping he'd go first, Tara thought. Well, this was my idea. So, I guess it's only fair that I go first. She tried to subtly breathe deeply through her nose and out of her mouth. "Yeah, okay. We've already talked about how we feel about kids and marriage and that kind of stuff, so it's nothing like that. It's just something..." she paused, worried about this moment when she asked Brad to come over to talk, "sexual... for me."

"Oh," Brad said after Tara let the word linger in the air. He was surprised. They'd already had sex several times and he felt good about it. Tara told him that she had a great time each time. The other women he'd been with had never complained about being unsatisfied. "So, what's up?"

Tara finally just resigned herself and came out with it. "Moving forward, you should know I'm just not that into vaginal sex. Like, I enjoy it and understand the importance in maintaining a close relationship and all that, but it just doesn't do that much for me. I just wanted to be up front before we move forward."

Brad felt a sinking sensation in his chest. Brad wasn't a horndog or anything, but his libido was higher than the average guy's. Being with an unsexual woman would be a big barrier to overcome, maybe even a dealbreaker. Maybe it was good they had this talk now, so he could break it off. "Oh, I see. I think I read about this. So, you're like asexual? I think it's called being 'ASE'?"

The conversation was getting awkward, but Tara couldn't help but laugh a little inside. She was much more horny than most girls she knew. "No, I'm definitely not ASE, I'm just into... something else. Like really into it and I kind of need a partner who is really into it too, which makes it kind of hard for me. You know, since it's a sexual thing it makes it awkward for a first or second date convo."

It was clear to Brad that Tara was being coy. She wanted him to drag it out of her. And it was working. His anxiety was slowly giving way to a curiosity tinged with sexual energy. "So... what are you into?"

"Oral sex." Tara replied curtly while looking directly at Brad, feeling the weight off her chest as she finally came out with it. There was a pause.

"Oh... like you want me to eat you out a lot?" Brad asked.

"No. Well, yes I do want you to eat me out, but not really what I'm talking about. I mean blowjobs. I'm really, really into blowjobs. Like vaginal and cunnilingus to keep things interesting every once in a while, but I love blowjobs," Tara admitted. Even talking about it felt like she was catching her breath. She was getting horny even thinking about it. Dampness started to spread between her thighs. She really liked Brad, but he wasn't really giving her what she wanted.

Hearing this beautiful woman Brad was slowly falling far opine about how much she wanted to suck his dick had made Brad rock hard. He didn't feel that nervous about sharing what he needed now. Tara sucked him during foreplay each time during sex and she was surprisingly enthusiastic. Brad had moved onto other parts of sex because he didn't want to keep her down there too long without making her feel good, and she was really good at it. She was so good, he was worried he'd cum too fast during vaginal to please her. He didn't realize she was getting off on it.

"That's... uh... super fucking hot," Brad stuttered, his mouth drying out as he became more nervously aroused. "So, I guess I should tell you my thing, which will probably make you feel better about your thing. I'm not that into vaginal either. Like, I love it and love doing it with the woman I'm with, but it's not something I ever jerk off to. I'm mostly into blowjobs myself."

Tara felt the wetness spread between her legs even more. She could feel warmth spreading through her labia as it filled with blood and began to widen. But it was too early to get her hopes up. Most guys loved blowjobs, but thought a blowjob was just a blowjob. They didn't know all the kinds of blowjobs there were, especially on how to finish a blowjob. They didn't know how to enjoy a blowjob like it was sex, and would cum as fast as possible which ruined the experience for her. She also hated it when men came on her face. It felt degrading, even if they didn't mean it that way. If it got in her eyes, it burned and it was incredibly hard to get it out of her hair. But, that wasn't the worst part. The worst part is just what a waste it was.

Tara was biting her lip, and she was too turned on to be subtle about it now. "What kind of blowjobs do you like...?" she finally managed.

Precum began oozing out of Brad's cock, rubbing up against the inside of his boxers. Fuck, are we really having this conversation? He thought to himself. He looked at Tara with her teeth on her lip, arms and legs crossed and long, black hair cresting down her back. She looked so sexy at that moment. He wanted her. He wanted her to stuff his dick in her mouth and let her have her way with it. But, he didn't want to come off as a fuckboy pervert that just wanted to slap her in the face with his dick and glaze her cheeks then go tell his friends about it. "I'm into all kinds, I guess?".

Tara started to get a little turned off. That wasn't the answer she was looking for. Brad was sounding like another guy that just wanted her to get him off using her mouth. He'd probably be super nice about it, but she just wasn't that into it. "Oh... okay. But, like, what kind of blowjobs do you jerk off to?"

Brad could see her get a little colder. Wrong answer, I guess. He ran his left hand through his short, brown hair. Something he did reflexively when nervous. We're getting kind of serious and this is the "serious conversation". I guess I should be open and honest. "I mostly jerk off to amateur blowjobs. I really like cum swallowing, especially in deepthroat. My favorites are when the girl begs for it and is clearly into it then eats all the cum. If I'm honest, I don't really like it when she gets cum on her face. Or if she does, it's an accident and she eats the cum off. Facials, bukkake, group BJs, glory holes, or even like... professional porn stars doing it don't really do anything for me. It's too impersonal, you know? I prefer it when it's two people who are really into each other and it's not just like a blowjob. It's like actual sex, but with her mouth."

I'm going to suck this man dry while fingering myself tonight, Tara thought to herself. It was hard for her not to quiver in anticipation... or start fingering herself. There was a longer-than-normal silence as the sexual tension built up between Brad and Tara. Brad's cock was fully erect and oozing precum all over his boxers in his pants. He knew he'd need to wash them tonight when he got home.

"That's really good to hear. Like... really great to hear. That's what I'm into, too. I just don't want you to think I'm a slut or anything. I'm into deepthroat and cum swallowing, it's just what I get off to, but I'm not a whore!" Tara pleaded. She liked Brad a lot. She wanted this relationship to last if it kept going the way it was, but she needed to be sexually satisfied to keep going forward. This is what made it so hard. She had to get what she wanted and keep his respect. She wanted a partner that would respect her, treat her well, and she could build a life with. But would also fill her throat with his entire load multiple times a week while she masturbated herself to orgasm over and over.

"Of course you aren't! It's just something people who are into each other do! It's totally normal, just some couples don't do it as often. That doesn't make you a slut!," Brad bargained.

This was going much better than Tara had expected. Brad didn't just seem open to the idea of having a sexual relationship that mainly involved blowjobs, he seemed excited by the prospect. And it seemed like he wouldn't make it degrading or a service just for him, but loving sex. This is what she desperately needed in her life. A long silence permeated the room. The sexual pressure between Brad and Tara was thicker than it was the first time they had sex.

"Do you want to blow me right now?," Brad said, breaking the silence.

Tara couldn't help but break into a big smile as the sexual pressure turned into the inevitable and she prepared to get what she'd been longing for since they started dating. "I would fucking love to." She started getting up to move closer to Brad.

"Okay, where do you want to-" Brad was interrupted.Tara grabbed a pillow from her side of the couch as she was getting up. She set it in between Brad's feet, pushed her way between his thighs, got on her knees, and started undoing his belt and pants.

"You want this, Brad?" Tara cooed while pulling his pants down.

"Fuck yes, I do." He was too horny to be any more articulate than that. Tara got his pants down around his ankles. As his boxers cleared his waist, his cock stood straight up, glistening with all the precum that had dribbled out while they were talking about this. He was fully shaved and massively hard. Normally he'd try to stealthily wipe it off in his boxers to not gross out Tara, but after their conversation, Brad thought Tara might appreciate the treat.

Tara glared at the pre-cum soaked dick. It was clear Brad had been horny for quite some time during their conversation. It wasn't a small amount just dribbling from the tip like she was used to. Fat gobs of precum were hanging from his urethra and his shaft was damp with the droplets that had dribbled down and dispersed in his pants.

"Fuck, this is the sexiest thing I've ever seen" Tara said. Tara was the most turned on she had been in years. Brad's cock was literally dripping with precum he produced just by thinking about letting her suck him off. His cock twitched and the gob of precum hanging off his urethra got larger. "I'm going to dig in now. Lay back and let me eat you." Brad leaned back, shifting his pelvis forward slightly, towards Tara. Tara opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the bulbous head of Brad's cock. The fat gob of pre-cum smeared all over her tongue. It was a little oily and salty, her second favorite treat when eating her man. He made so much for her, she had to make sure to show her gratitude and eat every drop.

Pleasure shot down Brad's shaft as he felt Tara suck the precum off the head of his cock. His cock twitched again, spurting more precum onto Tara's tongue. She gathered it up and swallowed, then put the tip of her tongue into Brad's urethra to get any remaining drops. "Yummy", Tara said. Just as the words left her mouth, she wrapped her lips around the side of Brad's shaft to suck up all the remnants of his precum. She carefully sucked up and down his shaft down to his balls and around the back until she had safely stored every trace of precum Brad made for her in her stomach.

His cock was still glistening, but this time from her saliva from his head to the base of his shaft. Tara's pussy was absolutely soaked. She could still taste his precum, still smell it. His smell was so overwhelming. That musty pheromone smell with a hint of ejaculate, but slightly unique to Brad. It was so manly. He let her suck him a little during their foreplay, but this was the first time she was allowed to go as far as she wanted. She would take advantage of this opportunity.

"You made all that for me?" Tara said playfully.

"You turned me on and I wanted to give you the treat I'd been denying you." Brad replied.

"Mmm... thank you. It was exactly what I wanted," Tara stood back up, "Just a sec." Tara took her flats off and pulled her panties down around her ankles before kicking it off. "Mmm, that's better."

"Wait", Brad interrupted, "take your dress off too. I want to see your beautiful breasts and pussy."

Tara complied. As she was taking off her dress, she said, "okay, but fair is fair. I want to see your body, too. Get your shoes, pants, and shirt completely off." After a moment, Brad was sitting fully naked on Tara's couch. Tara was nude on her knees on a pillow in between Brad's legs with his erect cock pointing towards her face. Tara rested her massive breasts on Brad's thighs and leaned in closer to his cock.

"Are you ready to start again?" Tara asked.

"Yeah... eat me like you promised." Brad replied. Another glob of precum oozed out of his urethra. Tara gasped and sucked it off immediately.

"You taste so good, baby," Tara said, "I could get addicted to this." Tara put her left hand between her legs and put two fingers into her pussy and started massaging her clitoris. It was so wet, she could barely feel the friction. With her right hand she cupped Brad's bulging balls. They were heavy. She could feel that he hadn't masturbated since the last time they had sex several days ago, and his sack was bulging full of cum. I'm going to make him feed all of this to me tonight. Tara thought to herself.