Suck & swallow, on repeat

This post was first shared in 2012, and always when I see the title, I remember that very first time I swallowed, and how it came about. Nowadays I don’t even hesitate to swallow anymore, let alone suck Master T’s cock. I can even say that it became one of my favorite activities. And I definitely love when he goes down on me too!

I have also written about oral sex in other places, but I really wanted to share this story again!


When you call my name, it’s like a little prayer
I’m down on my knees, I wanna take you there
In the midnight hour, I can feel your power
Just like a prayer, you know I’ll take you there
Lyrics from Like A Prayer by Madonna


In the first 15-20 years I was sexually active, I had my share of dicks in my mouth, but never for long. I only sucked a man because he wanted me to and never because I felt the urge to do so. And, I always sucked for only a short while, breaking it off long before the man in question could become too excited. The thought of a man climaxing in my mouth totally revolted me.

Then I met Master T.

In the beginning of our relationship we had logistical problems. We couldn’t meet at my place and most definitely not at his place. We always had to find other places to meet; places that were more or less deserted. On one of our meetings he drove into a harbor area next to an area where prostitutes used to finish their clients. It was a Sunday afternoon, and we drove there only to talk, but what he didn’t know was that I was totally set on sucking him. And, not only a short while, but I wanted to make him come in my mouth. For the first time ever in my life I had the urge: I wanted a man to climax in my mouth.

We found a spot between two warehouses, close to the water. We talked for a while, kissed and fondled each other. I cannot remember the clear details of how I got there, but I do remember that I had him in my mouth. In the back of my mind, I tried to remember what I had read. You see, I did some research on how to suck a man, how to make it enjoyable for him. And, how to swallow. Yes, I know. Just… uh… swallow… but I had to overcome that barrier in my mind; the barrier that told me that good girls don’t swallow.

I paid special attention to the tip of his cock, licking around it, finding the frenulum and flicking my tongue over it. His moans urged me to go on. I concentrated on his breathing; the sounds he made. I held my hand around the base of his cock and each time I covered his hardness with my mouth and moved up and down, I moved my hand in the same rhythm. The sounds coming from him told me he liked it. My mouth moved slower, concentrating on the tip again and then quicker, allowing him to fuck my mouth even though he didn’t even move.

He rested his hand on the back of my head, and I realized he must be nearing his orgasm. He kept his hand there, not applying any pressure. His body tensed, and I had this deep desire: I wanted him to come. Where all those years the idea revolted me, suddenly there was nothing I wanted more. I wanted to give him this ultimate pleasure. I wanted him to come deep in my mouth and I wanted to swallow every drop of it. Gone were all the thoughts that it was filthy or wrong. My only thought was to bring him to his climax. Yes, it surprised me when first spurt of his come hit my throat, but I swallowed and waited for the next.

And the next.

I had a cheesy grin on my face when I sat up and looked at him.
“That was the first time ever that I swallowed,” I said when he zipped his pants back up.

Surprise showed on his face, and I thought it was because of my remark. However, he wasn’t looking at me. I turned around to see what he was looking at, and almost had a heart attack. A police car! The officer on our side rolled down his window, and wanted to know if all was okay. Master T assured them it was.

Better than okay, I thought.

The officer looked as if He doubted Master T. I must have looked like I have seen a ghost. I mean, come on, the police! What would they do? Were we even allowed to be where we were?

A couple of seconds later relief rushed through my body when they wished us a good day, drove on and the police car disappeared around the corner. Who knows what might have happened if the police thought that I was a prostitute…? What if they had appear just a couple of minutes earlier…?

Soon I was all smiles and pride again remembering the feeling inside me when Master T climaxed in my mouth. He pulled me closer, kissed me and I totally forgot about the police, but this is an anecdote I still fondly think of. It sort of made that first time I swallowed very special.

© Rebel’s Notes


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37 thoughts on “Suck & swallow, on repeat

  1. I have to admit that the main reason why I clicked on this blog post is because of the featured pic. However, I have no regret for doing so. Nobody would say no to a great oral sex. Makes me so horny to blow a guy. Not really into swallowing, but I never say no to a huge warm load.
    Nice post! 🙂

  2. Oh, this was so fun to read! Especially what you write about his sounds. The sounds make all the difference for me. I’ve always loved doing the entire thing, including the swallowing, but when the partner is particularly responsive and vocal about what I’m doing it drives me insane. In a good way. Also, I’ve never had the cops pull up on me in the act, but once after a fun frolic in my car in a parking lot very late at night, we noticed there was a police station directly across the street from us! I’ve always wished we gave someone there a good show ☺️

    1. OMG, across from a police station. WOW! And you are so right about those sounds… they really do something to enhance the entire experience 😉

  3. Great post Marie – so glad you shared it again. The police!
    In the past I have swallowed but i really try to avoid now lol – although i love cock sucking xx

  4. I loved this. What are the odds and I can appreciate your panic so it is a great story but I also really liked the detail you included about how you gave oral. Watching for the signs, the techniques. I think you got all of that spot on and I could really relate. 😊

    1. Thanks, Missy. If I think back on how I started out, and how I always avoided sucking cock, opposed to how much I love it now… it always puts a smile on my face 🙂

  5. I can remember pulling over on to a dust track in Italy for the same thing and the minute I turned off the engine a police car appeared! They must built in passion killer sensors! Great tale Marie, and so very you!

  6. after my divorce i decided i would never have a cock shoved in my mouth again… i met my future husband about a year later….. long story short, but the day we met, within 20-30 minutes my tits were out, my shorts on the floor, pasties aside, and he’d fingered and ate me to several orgasms on the couch. we made it about 10 steps to the bedroom before i was on my knees in front of him in the hallway, pulling his cock out of his pants. i sucked the best i could, but barely got more than his head in my mouth… he mentioned you dont have to do this unless you want to… he pulled me to my feet, and off to my bed we went. he fucked and fucked me, i lost count of the times i came, he put 3 or 4 loads into my sore pussy before we quit for the night… i woke him early the next morning with my lips around his cock, i got my “reward” soon after…. by the end of that 3 day weekend, my pussy was on fire, and my lips were swollen.. i couldnt wait for our next get together

  7. Well I wasn’t here to read first time round but better late than never. What a hot read, the excitement of being out in the car and maybe getting caught. The description of you flicking your tongue on the frenulum gave me a good twitch ☺️

  8. Thank you so so much for your contribution to “The Fellatio Project”!

    Your story is wonderful! The police!! OMG I would have been mortified!!!

    ~Mia~ xx

    1. Hehe I was mortified at the moment, but now years later I can laugh about it.

      I hope you get more contributions for The Fellatio Project 🙂

      Rebel xox

  9. Wonderful story. Brought back memories of being caught by police, as well as a time I was caught giving my boyfriend (same guy ironically) a blowjob. We were canoeing and took a break for lunch on a little island in Lake Superior. I knelt while he stood and didn’t do a very good job of keeping watch to ensure we weren’t caught. When he had finished and opened his eyes we were greeted by a fisherman sitting in his boat watching us. I was so embarrassed.

    1. Oooh I have a fisherman story too, but we were not actually caught. I heard the car park next to ours and sat up just before the man got out of his car!

  10. I don’t think that I’ve ever had an aversion to giving head or to swallowing, although I certainly didn’t swallow every man to whom I ever gave head. I’ve always thought that I was very good at it, enjoyed the idea of giving someone so much pleasure, and generally didn’t have many negative experiences with it. I think that I am very fortunate in that regard. To this day one of the most exciting things for me to experience sexually is Jack climaxing with my mouth on him. Reading about your evolution from someone who didn’t enjoy fellatio to someone who takes pride in giving a good blowjob was very exciting and gratifying! And the final paragraph of this post is very sweet! 🙂

    – Jill

  11. Rebel,

    I simply love the reality and humour in your retelling of stories. I love to read snippets of your journey together.

    I have always swallowed and I would actually feel like I’d not enjoyed myself as much, if I did not swallow. It’s such an intimate thing to do and being a single girl, I actually miss bringing a man off with my mouth.

    Pea ~x~

  12. Well well well. I must admit I do enjoy being on the receiving end of a good BJ – This doesn’t happen very often. But when the fires are raging in both of us, well – simply WOW. But Mrs. C has never swallowed – and I can’t say I blame her having tasted me!! (although I love to lap her up).

  13. This sounds both hot and exciting. I tend to swallow because it is what men seem to like and I like to please but the taste always disgusts me and I tend to gag. I hope to someday meet someone who I sincerely want to swallow for. You are very lucky to have found that! And the cops make all so more interesting. What a great story Rebel!

    1. Thanks for your comment, Ann!

      Sometimes I gag too, but that mostly is when I am not breathing properly when I suck Him. Luckily it does not happen often 😉

  14. Oh my first swallow was not that good. My next one was Gene.. I can tell you I cannot swallow if he has been drinking beer. Wonderful story and I am glad the cops didn’t come too early .

    1. There are times when Master T. does not taste as good as other times. Probably has to do with the food He ate or what He drank. But I swallow it anyway.

      I too was glad the cops did not come too early. I would have been terrified if they did. Also on my Scavenger hunts I am SO afraid of being ‘caught’.

  15. Fab story! Being caught would totally have made it for me. Whether or not I swallow is dependent on my mood. I often love it to drip out of my mouth and down my chin. I love guys to wank over my face as well. I think I prefer that to swallowing actually. Must be a humiliation thing I guess.

    I loved this story, very positive and happy!

    1. I have a bit of a tic where I do not like to be ‘dirty’ which in my case means that I would feel dirty if I let it spill from my mouth. The first time Master T. came on my tits I had to brace myself for it, as I felt dirty. I did not enjoy it the first time, but came to accept that if He wants to spill His cum on me, I have to allow and accept. I think I prefer the swallowing 😉

  16. It’s interesting, because I never thought I could do anything BUT swallow. Of course, I was young and naive. The first “boy” I ever gave a blow job to, insisted that I should swallow. I was 16 myself and naive about sex. So, I swallowed. The taste itself made me sick, but I swallowed it down. Every guy since then, I swallowed. This is when I discovered men all tasted differently. Some were tolerable, others were down right not pleasurable to taste. Today, I don’t always swallow. Mostly because I’ve discovered that I like to watch him cum. I like to watch it spill out of him or my mouth.

    1. Master T. loves it when I swallow, but He has also spill it on my tits, which I loved too. I was sexually active when I was 15 and I think the first time I ever had a cock in my mouth was halfway through my twenties. And in the second half of my thirties before I swallowed for the first time.

      Thanks for sharing!

      Rebel xox

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