My Only Talent Ch. 42

"A lot of guys won't tell women the truth about blow jobs, you know. Or even admit it to themselves. They don't want to stop the action in case a girl is not really devoted to pleasing her man. They would rather have a sure good blow job, rather than risk having none by insisting on a great one. But we all want her to finish and swallow, don't we, Drummond?"

Drummond's face turned even redder, but his breath came faster.

"I look at it this way. If she really doesn't want to swallow, she should find a guy that she does want to swallow for. Because if she doesn't, I will always wish she did. And when you look at other girls, you will be thinking about whether they would give you what you really want or not!"

"So, in the interest of a good long-term relationship, you should insist on a complete and satisfying finish. I always do. Reciprocity applies. Imagine if you were going down on a woman, and just as she was about to have a lovely gushing come, you pull your head away and close your eyes, instead of keeping your mouth right in the middle of the action. Not exactly good technique, eh?"

Summer had good technique. Amazing, in fact. Drummond looked on slack jawed and I was almost a spectator too. Summer gurgled and slurped and was obviously enjoying herself immensely, suddenly the little exhibitionist. Serendipitous, wasn't it? Must remember to be nasty for her benefit.

I grabbed Summer's head and spoke to Drummond. "Sometimes you just want to grab her head and fuck her mouth, eh, Drummond?" I did so, using Summer's hair bun as a happy handle. Summer gurgled some more.

"If I really feel nasty..." I paused, got up on my tippy toes, and shoved my cock all the way down Summer's lovely throat. "I like to just throat fuck her!"

A dozen deep strokes later, I was almost ready to come. "Another pet peeve of mine, Drummond. My roommate in Austin is a devotee of web porn, which almost always features a big showy 'come shot' where our hero splatters all over a girl's face, hair, and breasts. That might be good for the camera, but it doesn't work as well for me. Summer knows I like her to suck it all right out of me, and never let it touch the air, while she makes it all disappear! I especially like the look in her eyes when I first let loose in her lovely mouth! Be sure to watch for that when you shoot for her."

The expression on Drummond's face was priceless.

I pulled back and put just the tip of my cock in Summer's beautiful mouth and focused on her pretty hazel eyes. "Here it comes, beautiful!"

Summer had never looked better, and she launched a huge Suzie signal, for Drummond of course, as one of her desperately, darkly, dirty, dirty, dirty fantasies about someone watching her having literally climactic sex was coming true. She sucked me dry with relish. I was really going to miss her.

Her eyes never left Drummond's as she finished me off, smacked her lips, and smiled roguishly. What a woman!

"Now, Drummond, one thing I can tell you about Summer. When she swallows it all like that and smacks her lips, that means that it is all gone, and I should be very grateful, which I am. Therefore, I should kiss her, deeply and tenderly and lovingly, to let her know how wonderful she is!"

I proceeded to kiss her with unfeigned enthusiasm and lots of tongue. She responded well, but her signals were still all for Drummond. "That also reinforces the behavior, and increases the chance that it will be repeated, eh? I broke off my kiss and stepped back a little. Summer was still kneeling in front of us.

Drummond was in a trance. I cleared my throat. "Drummond, old sod, don't you know that it is rude to keep a lady waiting?"

He finally moved, and even the slightest motion freed his erection from beneath the crazy fox fur thing. "You know that Summer really likes you, eh, Drummond?"

Summer proceeded to make absolutely sure that Drummond knew that she fancied him and his dick. The message was not lost on me either. She was in her glory. Back and forth, fast and slow, shallow and deep, left and right, clockwise and counterclockwise, she spared no effort to please Drummond, all the while looking adoringly into his eyes. Her Suzie trilled and swooped in synchrony with her motions, and she drooled all over him and the floor.

Drummond was in a trance. I suspect he had never had it even half this good before. He must have been trying to hold on and make it last forever, but Summer was impatient, and she let him know it.

"Drummond don't hold out on me! I want it, and I want it now!"

A low guttural growl emerged from Drummond, like some sort of Druidic chant. Summer put one hand on each of his buttocks and took as much of his cock into her mouth as she could, her cheeks hollowing with the effort of her suction on him. Finally, his legs twitched, and his hips thrust forward, and he began breathing rapidly. Summer made muted yum yum sounds and I could see her throat muscles moving.

When she finally smacked her lips and took a big breath, Drummond kissed her like a madman, and she responded fervently, too. He rapidly removed her blue outfit and moved on to her neck and shoulders, breasts, armpits, abdomen, and finally her pussy. He kissed, licked, motorboated, nipped and tasted everything. Her Suzie sang an aria with each touch. It went on for a long, long time. They likely forgot I was there. Time to assert my Master persona a bit. For their mutual benefit, or course. Duty calls.

"Bravo, Drummond. Well done. But Summer is a very special woman, and she needs some very special things. Some things you must devote yourself to learning for her. You must now turn her over and worship her ass!"

Drummond was in complete full tilt boogie please the lady mode, and he lost no time zeroing in on Summer's wonderful ass like a hog rooting for a truffle. I'll bet he liked it better than truffles. Summer's Suzie blared, and she reached back with her hands and spread her butt cheeks to encourage him to delve further. It worked.

She began to make requests. He complied like he was born to it. "Stick that tongue in deeper, Drummy!"

Drummy? WTF.

"Suck on that ass, stud!"

The noises were almost scary. Drummond sucking and gasping, and Summer crooning for him. I felt left out. Time to assert myself again.

"OK Drummy! Put two fingers in that pussy, find her G spot, and keep sucking that ass to show Summer how much you want to make her come."

He succeeded. Summer began to huff and puff, and her buttocks twitched: once, twice, three times. Then a Suzie chorus burst forth and an orgasm took her away for a few seconds. She came back talking.

"That's it Drummy Baby! That's the way to kiss my ass! Don't forget how to do that!"

Now it's Drummy Baby. Wow. Take advantage of the lull, Robbie!

"Nicely done. Drummy Baby. You're beginning to master the secret: devote yourself to pleasing her, and she will devote herself to pleasing you. Will you do anything she asks of you?"

He drew a deep breath, then did what must be his combined impressions of both Robert the Bruce and William Wallace. "Aye, she is me goddess incarnate, and I will do anything for her!"

Summer giggled, and her Suzie filled the room. Her subcarrier said 'be careful what you wish for' as she stood and motioned for me to sit down on the couch. I did so in a trance, caught in her spell, and then she turned around and slowly lowered herself onto my suddenly maximized cock, all the while keeping her eyes glued to Drummond's.

She went up and down on me slowly, still looking right at Drummond. His face turned white, but he never looked away.

She then reached down with her right hand and made a little 'vee" around her pussy lips, isolating them and pushing them out towards Drummond. There was a nasty overtone to her Suzie. She looked down at her hand, and Drummond's eyes followed, and his face turned even whiter as they fell upon the sight of me pumping in and out of her glistening pussy, and her fingers framing her netherlips. She spoke in a very husky and challenging voice, "Anything?"

All color left his face, and his voice quivered, but he answered, "Anything for you!"

She then made that exaggerated kissing sound, like my grandmother made to call the dogs to supper, and like Elizabeth had made to summon Summer's mouth to her pussy in Torquay. Drummond hesitated, and she made the sound again, louder, and kept making it, like a horn that wouldn't stop honking. Drummond lowered himself to his knees slowly, then stopped with his lips about an inch from her. He forced his eyes up to look at hers, and then fastened his lips onto her mound and sucked tentatively, then locked on to with very strong suction and began tilting his head back and forth and up and down slowly to stimulate her.

I noticed three things immediately. First, Summer's Suzie exploded in a crescendo: chords of notes that I knew meant she was rapidly approaching another orgasm. Second, that Drummond's chin was occasionally bumping against the underside of my dick: he needed a shave. Third, I realized his strategy: if he stayed locked onto her clit, perhaps he could bring her off and still minimize his contact with me. I quite understood.

Summer began to moan, and then did a very nasty improv routine. "Eat me, Drummy! Don't be shy, be my guy! Less suction and more tongue, honey boy! Robbie, Fuck me harder, deeper, and faster. Be a nasty animal for me!" Summer had certainly fully incorporated Elizabeth's advice about asking for what she wanted as soon as she thought of it.

Drummond released his mouth's grip on her clit with a plopping sound and began to let his lips and tongue range over a much wider area of her very hot box. I summoned the spirit of John Henry, the pile drivin' man, and tried to enter the stone zone for her, like driving a piling for a pier in deep mud. Pink, fragrant, sloppy mud. Her powerful legs began to meet and even preempt my thrusts, and Drummond lost all ability to accurately target where her pudenda might be at any given moment.

I tried to focus on feeling her G spot with the end of my dick, in order to concentrate on it. But frankly, there was no 'squishy part' to find: she was every square millimeter squishy floppy sloppy and wonderful. I told myself that all those other incidental contacts were with her lovely netherlips, as I truly hoped. Drummond's motions became frantic and Summer's Suzie blared an orgasmic trumpet blast. A second later, warm and oily squirting fluid splashed over Drummond's face and dribbled down onto my still raging and unreleased balls, cooling them slightly. Wow.

Summer didn't miss a beat. Still keeping me inside her, she switched her muscular legs around and pushed me out flat on the couch and straddled me, allowing for even greater penetration and simultaneously sticking her lovely ass up into the air. The smell of her sex filled the room. She put her hands on my neck and began to fuck me aggressively. Drummond watched the scene for a moment, and then put his knees up on the couch and boldly begin to tongue her ass. She giggled.

"Oh, Drummond. You are a wonderful man. Would you do me the favor of putting your lovely cock in my ass?"

He was stunned into inaction for a moment, but then quickly adopted my philosophy of never refusing a lady. From my position of very close observation, there was no mistaking his slow and deep arrival, even without the noises Summer made in synchrony. I wonder if Drummond made my engineer's analogy in his head about beating engines and our similar but out of phase excursions into her, but neither of us felt very cerebral at the moment, and there were other more pressing issues.

Summer was anything but cerebral. "Two lovely cocks all for me!"

She pulled her head back and looked me right in the eyes. "Robbie, your friend Drummond is driving his nasty cock just as far up my ass as he can, eh? I assume you can feel that?" I grunted but did not elude her gaze.

She then turned and looked over her shoulder. "Drummond, you cock feels wonderful in my ass. Can you feel Robbie's cock in my pussy? It's fantastic." He grunted also. "I want you boys to fill me up, make me really feel it hot and heavy? Do you get my drift? Can you both bring it home for me?" We could. More than once.

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Alexander Walton headed off to work whistling a tune and with a bounce in his step. His second try at being tied up and taken advantage of had gone smashingly. Suzanne Pliskin had opened the door a crack, but his wife Carmencita had flung it open, fully occupied the territory, and taken things to a whole new level. He trusted her a lot more than Suzanne, and she was much more knowledgeable about anatomy. She kept him on edge and built the tension up expertly, but when he finally got off it was a giant explosion followed by total body and soul relaxation. Peace of mind.

It was the perfect antidote to his very stressful job in the West Wing. This morning, he arrived calm and clear headed and felt ready to tackle anything. Which was good, because things got hectic as soon as he reached his little office.

One of the Marine guards was waiting for him. "Good morning sir. Please leave all devices here in your office. I will escort you downstairs, where you should expect to be fully engaged all day."

Oh shit. Something big was popping somewhere. But he felt surprisingly cool, calm and collected. Dwight the Dweeb Boy had come a long way! That feeling wouldn't last long.

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Summer was strangely silent when Drummond finally left. We three had managed virtually every permutation of two men doing everything possible to one woman, and she had gloried in it all. I thought she would be talking all about it, but she was quiet. But if I had learned anything about women, it is that if you just wait patiently, they will eventually begin to talk.

"So, Robbie, how do you feel about what just happened?"

I paused for effect. Something Asa Weltschmerz had often done during our sessions back in Austin, and then used another of his techniques. "Isn't it more important to know how YOU feel about it, Summer?"

She looked thoughtful (and very attractive) for a moment. "Much better than I thought I would! Part of me thinks I should feel very guilty, but I realize I don't. I haven't betrayed you. You set the whole thing up. Drummond had a wonderful time, and so did I. I got very excited initially by the potential shame and humiliation, but I trust that you and Drummond will never tell anyone else about it. So, it wasn't really shame, was it? Just excitement."

"Will you want to see Drummond again, after I am gone?"

She got a funny look on her face. "That's up to me, innit?"

"Of course. I was just curious. I think he really likes you."

"I think you know I will. I am his goddess incarnate, and I will do anything for him save one thing."

That made me curious. We had done just about everything I could think of, and she had given it all up for him as far as I could tell. What would she deny him now?

"I won't tolerate that silly outfit he was wearing ever again!" She laughed nervously.

She then looked very sad. "But I will miss you, Robbie. You opened me up. You let me breathe. You let me really accept and love myself for the first time. That means that now I can love someone else again, too. "

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I made it in time for the early morning flight from Heathrow to DFW with Summer's tears on my shoulder, and some of mine smeared on my cheeks and chin. I planned an all flight long nap, then waking up in a new world in Texas. Just as I was envisioning settling in with a pillow, blanket, and those little Bose noise cancelling headphones, I realized that the time for boarding had passed and we had not boarded the aircraft. A few more minutes passed and people around me began making faces and checking their devices. I had been oblivious and situationally unaware up until this point.

The crew at the gate began whispering to each other, and then the woman who would normally be calling the seven groups to begin boarding in VIP order clicked on the microphone and announced that our flight would not depart, due to weather conditions at the destination. We were encouraged to use our airline app or consult with an airline representative to make other arrangements. Much muttering and clicking began all around me. Per my father's frequent flyer fueled advice, I made my way to the Admiral's Club, also funded by my father's frequent flyer miles, and joined a short line at the service desk, where there were smart people who knew how to make the airline reservation system dance for them, and were also pragmatic weather forecasters.

Although the line was short, there were two certified gold-plated assholes in front of me. One tried the sotto voce "Do you know who I am?" approach, and the other tried a loud and irritating "I HAVE BEEN WRONGED" spiel. A very competent looking woman in her forties, whose badge said "Willow", patiently explained that the weather was the same for us all, but she would do her best to make it up to them. She went on the provide them some details, as I listened with interest.

"A massive late summer storm front covers all the midwestern United States and is moving slowly eastward. So DFW is out for some time, also Chicago, Charlotte, Houston, and anywhere else near Dallas. JFK and LGA flights are departing, but there are no seats available, and you would still be stuck looking for a seat on a westbound flight from there. Phoenix should be west of the action but no seats until tomorrow at the earliest. So, I can book you on this flight, but tomorrow, at this same time, or a much later flight to Chicago that leaves about 14 hours from now, then on to DFW. Which would you prefer?"

I considered my options while they bitched and moaned and waited for her to ticket them. I could not face going back to Summer only to have to say goodbye again. I really didn't have any other options. Another of my dad's lectures on effective and practical aircrew relations seemed to apply. I gave Willow my very best 'you taste good' smile, suddenly and painfully aware that I could not tell if her Suzie was digging me or not. Oh, well. Soldier on Roberts.

"Hi, Willow. I'm not a very big deal, but I would like to get home to Texas. What's your best advice?"

She gave me a nice smile, rapidly differentiating me from the two preceding jerks.

"I can get you to LAX later in the day, by which time the weather should all have moved well east. With a connecting flight that puts you in DFW just before midnight local time, still today's date there!" She finished cheerily, but she could tell that I was less than enthusiastic. I gave her another smile and thanked her. At least I had gotten a much better alternative than the two guys in front of me.

There was a flight to LAX in an hour or so, but it was already full. She booked me on the next LAX flight, and then from LAX to DFW. Four hours later, I was finally settled into my seat and arranging my kit for a nap. When a very comely blonde flight attendant asked for my dinner order, I asked her to just let me sleep until 30 minutes before landing, when I would want whatever snack she could give me at that point. She smiled and said she understood. Again, no Suzie noted. My sleep pattern was now thoroughly disrupted, so I sat with my eyes closed for some time, trying not to think. Which of course meant that I did think, in an almost obsessive and paranoid manner, all about my myriad problems.

I'm not sure how long it took me to go to sleep, but I must have slept deeply, because I had some ripping dreams. They started pleasantly enough, likely spun off from a frat house discussion I sat in on during the final exam period just before leaving Austin. One of the UDP graduating seniors had told us an apocryphal tale related by his older brother involving sorority and fraternity initiation rituals. This was literally an oral tradition. Supposedly, in the 1970's it became fashionable for sorority girls to wear colorful ribbons tied as bows in their hair. It became so prevalent that sorority girls, as a class, were often referred to as 'bowheads' by other students.