That face fucking look

Image by the amazing Stuart F Taylor

There’s a look that says ‘I want to do this so badly.’ It’s similar to the look that says ‘I’m going to do this.’ The expression that says both ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ at the same time.

It usually comes from above.

I’m on my knees, or – as is the case in this story – lying on the sofa. Tired and horny and lazy and just that bit too Sunday-night-knackered to move. And he gets the look.

It’s straight-faced. Dark. A shadowy playfulness just behind it, but no hint of an actual smile. He stares directly at me, saying nothing. I look up, eyes wide with anticipation. Sometimes I’ll ask ‘what do you want?’ but far more often, I don’t. Because I know exactly what he wants: he wants to pull out his thick, warm cock, and fuck… well, not me specifically, but something. Anything.

He unzips his trousers and walks towards me. I stretch out on the sofa, getting myself comfortable because I might be there a while – for as long as he wants me to be. Just before he gets to the sofa he pauses and gives me that look again. The look that says ‘give me what I want.’ And, as is often the case ‘what I want’ is ‘to fuck your face.’

Face fucking

There’s a big difference between blow jobs and face fucking. A blow job can be calm or active – hard and wet and sloppy, with quick strokes, spit and choking. Or it can be gentle – soft and teasing. My tongue on his cock, stroking delicate tremors along it until he’s practically whimpering with a need to have it harder.

A face fuck, on the other hand, isn’t done gently. The whole point is excess: him filling my mouth just as much as he can, and then a tiny bit more for good measure. Me sucking down on him greedily, uncontrollably.

Not all I can eat, but all I will.

It’s the willfulness that makes me hot. His deliberate, hard strokes as he pushes my head against the back of the sofa. I’m not sucking his dick, I’m being fucked. Barely holding myself together as I splutter and gag and angle myself just right to take him all the way down to the base. To feel the head of his swollen cock thumping against the back of my throat.

Face fucking. Not a blow job. Not doing something, but having it deliberately and precisely done to me.

The back of my head squashes hard against the sofa cushions as he positions himself to get further in. One knee up for purchase, the other foot on the floor for balance, he pushes in deeper and harder. Thirty seconds of swift, rapid fucking then a pause. He pulls his cock out and streams of saliva trace a path from the head to my gaping, choking mouth.

“OK?” he asks. And I can’t speak so I nod – a quick one before he plunges back in. Faster now. Harder. I know which angle gets the best sensations, because he’s found it now and I can feel the ridges of the head of his dick catching the roof of my mouth. I try to take it smoothly – to hold my tongue tight and slick against the underside of him as he fucks in and out. It’s not easy. OK, it’s not possible – but I try.

Because – and I should state in case it’s not clear enough already – being this kind of fucktoy is one of my favourite things.

Watching him get the look that says he wants to fuck something and knowing that – more often than not – that something will be me. It gives me more than shivers – it gives me pains. Longing, aching, cunt-moistening agony.

I love being active – taking control and playing with him, or fucking him in a way that’s just for me. But sometimes I like to be passive. Like a rag doll. Like a hole. Like I’m not even fully there. As if he’s simply jerking off, and I’m the handy aid with which he can reach the climax.

I couldn’t do it with anyone else – not properly. Sometimes I wish I could fuck a stranger. I feel like their ‘look’ would give me that gutpunch of helpless desire even harder than the guy I know so well. The darkness. The uncertainty. The thrill as he gives in to his need to get his cock wet.

But I’m wrong, of course. Because what makes face-fucking the best with this guy is that he knows every twitch and movement. His wilfulness – his desire to pump jizz hard into the back of my throat – comes hand in hand with a desire to know that every thud of his crotch meeting my lips, every hard stroke of his cock as he fucks my face, prompts a simultaneous pulse deep in the crotch of my knickers.

He didn’t come in my mouth that day. He grabbed my wrists and held them above my head as he fucked my face good and hard. I choked and gagged and swallowed with each fat thud of his dick. But as it happens, at the end, he switched up. Pulled his wet cock out of my mouth and ordered me to bend over, so he could finish himself in the tight folds of my cunt. I was so hot by the time I bent over that the pulse of his dick inside me felt like the only way to end – I couldn’t understand why it hadn’t occurred to me earlier.

That’s what’s so good about his dominant, horny, fuck-like-I’m-wanking attitude. Why his look gives me shivers like no other: because he knows what he wants and he’ll take it, but we both want the same kind of fuck.

6 Comments

  • Sarah says:

    Seriously fucking hot….nnngh….definately my favorite blog thus far :-)

  • Tstriker says:

    My pulse is in my ears after reading this . . . Now, if you’ll excuse me for a bit . . . .

  • Chris says:

    So fucking true! This is the best way to fuck and how I learned to love to dominate! I understood it is really about mutual satisfaction rather than one person getting off. But now that I love to dominate, that last bit is just as hot too.

    This definitely makes the 24 hours before I next see my beloved seem like a fucking lifetime though! xx

  • Never thought of it in these words, very very hot!

  • Tina Schlinger says:

    I want so badly to please my eager throat fucker,however , I cannot stop gagging.I want to hurl but I hate letting him down.what to do.?

  • Joseph says:

    i am a 6’5″ large framed bi-man, and love to get throat fucked.feeling his intesity makes me feel hot,desired,wanted,used,being so big it releases the tension of having to maintain a macho male atitude that the world puts on us. ‘we have a feminin side too.so for me it is such a release of tension to satisfy a smaller man at mens orgies i love laying my head over the bed with guys in line sticking their dicks in my mouth and me relieving the tesions us men go through our daily lives. I know what a man is feeling at certain points and giving that satisfaction his nuts slapping my face. lets me feel his passion towards me. I love sharing my bi experiences with women, in swinging with bi-couples i loves the wife telling me what to do and i had them all film me pleasing their husbands. then afterwards we lay in bed panting, having shared our little secrets and affections, would love to hear from anyone and share more stories. hugs. L.J.

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