How to Slob' on a Knob

Even the homeless guys don’t usually bother to sleep in some of the buildings in our town, and in our town we have a lot of places just like it. You can pick out what the spaces were previously used for from the archaeological levels of debris piled up on the floor, if you've got the courage to walk into the open doorways to begin with.

This particular building might have been a choice business location fifty year ago, now it’s just another abandoned ruin.

The doorway to this corner building seems to have once had a nice set of double glass doors. The doors were stripped out long ago and in their place somebody put studs to hold up the door frame, and then nailed a sheet of plywood across the front to keep out the tramps and the elements. There isn't much left of the plywood. There’s an incongruous sign in red and white advertising a nearby “party store” nailed to the right side of the door. A "party store" is the local euphemism for a place that sells cheap Malt Liquor to alcoholics.

It’s an oddly inviting doorway just the same for anyone who’s willing enough to navigate the tangle of dry rot to go inside.

So today I did just that. Somebody dropped the idea into my head to pick up some guy for one of those little illicit afternoon quickies that I like to do from time to time, just to get the taste of a good dick in my throat.

Once I identified my “Mr. Right” (or more accurately Mr. Wrong) and elicited from him the properly rude street-seduction and invitation to “get on the dick,” I let him pick out the location, since Mr. Wrong is not the sort of guy I like to take home with me. Not if I plan on having a T.V. and other valuables in the morning, anyway. But I’m the kind of bitch who can hold her own, so I followed him through this peculiar passageway.

Besides, with the veins in his neck bulging, it was pretty obvious that his brain was too preoccupied with the actual possibility of sex to think about thieving or any other skull-duggery.

As for me, it was all a matter of honor, since the man said he doubted I could handle all of his dick. “Are you going to break me down and bone me like you own me,” I asked? He smirked, and answered gleefully, “I’ll nail your ass to the cross!”

OK, come on, what hard core slut can resist such a nasty and sacrilegious proposition?

So I followed him to paradise, knelt down, unzipped his pants and prayed to the dick god. He rewarded my supplication with the appropriate throat-gagging head fuck, which after 15 or 20 minutes ended happily enough for both of us. He with his hard grunting load spurt straight down my throat, and me with the thick creamy mouthful he left me to remember him by.

While I never quite got the bone-work and crucifixion he had previously advertised, the location was hardly appropriate for that sort of thing. Besides, its 43 degrees out today. Too cold to drop my drawers, but a good day for a full throat slob' on his knob.

Just another pleasant afternoon in the city!

Cheese Pole

Another blogger wrote that he thought that a woman going down on a man and giving him head was "inherently degrading" for the woman.

This may be true in any case, but I think it is doubly true if a man is uncircumcised. Uncircumcised dick tastes like cheese whiz on a Philly Cheese Steak.

If he's left it all alone long enough, say three or four days shy of some soap, it turns downright horrifying. Worse still, the built up cheesy rank flavor of stored smegma might be a slick sticky coat mixed with yesterday's cum, fluids from the last skank he boned, a little piss and god-knows-what else. All that mixed into that hideous coating of slime that has collected under his foreskin. To make matters worse she's actually going to have to work at it just to do a proper job of it. Pulling back the foreskin and keeping it pleasurable for a man is a task in itself! Then, just when you think you've got the hang of it (so to speak) you let go for an instant and your throat might suddenly be full of a slick tube of foreskin.

Giving a man some head might be "inherently degrading," but it's not necessarily a chore. My mind might actually drift off to other things while I down there giving service to a man. But not is he hasn't been clipped! If a man is uncircumcised, I know I'm down there sucking a dick from beginning to end!

Now, don't get me wrong, I am not an advocate of circumcision. Hardly that! There is something compelling and primal looking about a man au naturalle. A bit like an assailant with a ski mask on! The only point I'm making here that uncircumcised dick is probably not a taste treat one hopes to find in ones jelly bean mix.

Head

I like to give head.

Give head, suck a dick, go down on a man; call it what you like, it’s all about serving a man for his pleasure.

When I give a man head I play on him with my tongue until the inside of his stomach twists up with the craving, and he gets musty-hot with sweat trying to keep hold of himself until you can’t TAKE any more and the crazy-hot-lust demon seizes control of him and he jams my head down on his dick and MAKEs me serve the dick… more like SERVE THE DICK!

Or sometimes I just like it when a man folds his hands behind his head, kicks back and gets served.

Either way, it’s about serving a man for HIS pleasure. If a bitch, such as myself, likes the taste of dick, it ain’t nothing he needs to be concerned with, just so long a she serves the dick. It’s natures’ way.

When I do it, I get down between the legs of a man and take the dick in my mouth, and work my tongue around the head until it gets hard. Then run my mouth up and down on it and push the head up against the roof of my mouth with my tongue against the back to the dick. While I am running the dick head up and back into my throat I flick the flat of my tongue against the back of the dick. I run my head up and down on the dick pushing the head of it deep up in my throat until he lets me know I’m satisfied I’m doing him right.

I like it when a man enjoys the feelings, and when he thinks I did him proper. I like it when he slips his fingers in my hair and pulls my head down hard on the dick, all the way down.

And then gives me that thick creamy reward.

See! I told you I was a bad girl. I think you might need to punish me!