Why girls love a good throatpie
My name is Annie. I’m 23, and, though I say so myself, kind of hot. I mean, guys look at me whenever I walk into a room, and quite a few women too, and I’ll be honest, I love it. I love dressing flirtatiously, I love flirting and I love that I have the body and the cute face that demands attention.
Because of this and because of the way that I act, people tend to think I’m a bit of an adventurous girl when it comes to the bedroom. Admittedly, yes, I have done things that some people would never dream of, but the reality is that I am actually quite inexperienced in the bedroom. I’m also a firm believer in monogamy. I mean, I don’t believe in no sex before marriage or all that stuff, but I’m pretty loyal. I stay with one guy, and I fuck one guy at a time. That means that my boyfriend gets all of my attention, which is how I like it and I guess, good news for him!
Jake is my current boyfriend. We’ve been together for eight months. We met at our local gym and we hit it off immediately. We have the same sense of humor, the same hobbies, and frankly, we can hardly keep our hands off each other! We fuck all the time, and we have a great relationship sexually because both of us feel able to talk about our fetishes and fantasies, what turns us on and what doesn’t. For instance, when I told Jake about my totally cringe policeman fantasy, he went and got himself a uniform and dressed up for me, even acting out some crazy roleplay. That was hot.
So when, one night in bed, Jake said he wanted to talk to me about something that turned him on, I was ready to listen. I soon got confirmation that I was definitely not as experienced as some might think, when Jake said that he liked the idea of a throatpie.
“A what?” I asked
“Throatpie, it’s kind of like, well…”
Jake began to splutter at this point and was clearly a bit flustered, as he obviously hadn’t expected to have to explain it to me. So I told him I’d check it out and let him know what I thought of it. Genuinely, I had no idea what he meant! It was like being a completely inexperienced teenager again.
So at the first opportunity, I checked it out. And wow, did I learn something new! A brief internet search developed into a long, and kind of a sticky session as I learned all about what a throatpie was.
A throatpie is like a blowjob, only different. It’s where a man cums so deep in your mouth that all of the yummy cum ends up in your throat rather than your mouth. I saw a few videos and it looked kind of scary and yet kind of hot at the same time. Still, I wasn’t sure about it at first. I don’t have the best gag reflex and Jake’s dick is quite big, well very big, to be accurate, so I really wasn’t sure about whether or how we could even do it.
But he was really excited to try it out, I could tell because he mentioned it again the next day, and my desire to add a new experience to my list dared me to try it. So I agreed, but I said I would need to do more research first. I didn’t just want to make it work, I wanted it to be the very best throatpie that Jake would ever have. So that meant a lot more internetwork, and a number of extremely hot videos, as I tried to learn everything I could about the best technique, the ideal position, everything. I even practiced using a banana, which was the most imaginative use of a piece of fruit I have come across.
Eventually, I was ready. I texted him while he was at work to say that tonight would be the night, and that he should be ready for a hot experience. He replied with a smiley face and then a face with a tongue sticking out, which I guess, was going to be me!
I waited for him in our bedroom
When Jake got home that night, I was waiting for him in our bedroom. I was wearing the luxurious black lingerie I had bought a few weeks before. The material was so lovely, sheer, and sophisticated, but barely covering my pink nipples and my smooth pussy.
Even though he knew it was happening, when he came in looking for me, he still seemed shocked to see me waiting on our bed. In fact, he was practically drooling! Flustered, he began unbuttoning his shirt, then clawing at his trousers and his shoes. I’ve never seen him undress so quickly!
But before we did it, he said he wanted to taste me. One of the reasons I love Jake is that he is so thoughtful. With Jake, it is as much about me having pleasure as him.
He knelt by the bed, inspecting my new panties, rubbing his hand over my already wet mound, pressing his nose against my clit through the sheer material. Then he pulled my panties down and over my legs, tossing them on the floor. His head was now pressed between my legs, and he moved his tongue and began licking my already swollen clit, sucking on it and playing with it like it was precious gen. I moaned and pulled at his hair as he played with me, I felt like I was in heaven. He kept on sucking and playing with my pussy even when I told him that I was going to cum.
Jake just loves to make me cum and squirt, and once again he brought me to orgasm with his tongue, my entire body shaking. I moaned out loud as I came, my throat aching from the deep moans I had been suppressing. I came all over his tongue, coating him in my juices, my pussy pulsating, seeping its juices, pulsing. While I was still panting and throbbing, he slowly crawled up to me and kissed me on the lips. I loved him so much in those moments. And now it was his turn.
He was already rock hard when I went down on him, which always happens when he licks me. But although I was keen to get started, I wanted to do this right. I grabbed my deepthroat spray and gave myself a good burst of it. This spray was fruit-flavored and apparently was designed to numb the throat, making it possible to take a good throat fucking.
I got on my knees..
I got onto my knees and told him to stand up, then I took his cock with my hand and teased it into my waiting mouth, taking the tip in first before slowing taking his whole shaft in and out. He seemed surprised at how deep I could get it, but he soon seemed to relax into it, gripping my hair and moaning as I took his hard shaft in and out, stopping only to suck and tease the very tip of his cock and swirl my tongue around it.
I knew he didn’t want to cum yet, he wanted to enjoy it but he was so hard that I knew it wouldn’t be long. Still, I went slower, really taking my time to run my soft tongue along with his hard cock, looking up at him, seeing the effects of my ministrations on his expression. By this time my nipples were so hard again, my pussy was throbbing, I was so turned on, and although I was nervous about getting my first throatpie, the nerves were serving to turn me on even more.
I started playing with his balls, gently squeezing them as I took his shaft down my throat. By this stage, his legs were trembling. I looked up at him and caught his eye, smiling, as his cock was still rammed into the back of my mouth. He tried to speak, but nothing coherent came out as I continued to suck on his cock, squeezing his balls and alternately plunging his shaft down my throat.
I sensed he was close, I felt his body tighten.
“Annie, I’m going go cum….fuck!”
I took his cock as deep down my throat as it would go and began thrusting back and forth with my head and within seconds he groaned and began shooting loads of cum down my throat, filling it up with his hot yummy cum. My eyes wide, I held on, gripping his thighs as I felt it pour down my throat. It was scary and yet incredibly hot. Eventually, he had nothing left to give. He pulled out, and I swallowed it all feeling the mass of that hot spunk slipping down my throat.
He collapsed back on the bed and I fell down next to him, smiling with satisfaction. I couldn’t believe how well I had done it, and how happy it had made him. He smiled at me and told me he loved me and I smiled back. Oh yes, throatpies are definitely going to be on the menu from now on!