The writer gets a blowjob

As the writer assumed the position she got off the bed and knelt on the floor in front of him. He now had the chance to observe her from above, but even on her knees the Muse looked regal. It was not merely her size either; regardless of the circumstances she retained the majestic, semi-divine aura. Jake spread his legs wide to offer her access to his penis, but remained sitting upright, so they could maintain eye-contact. His cock was already semi-erect and got fully hard almost instantly the moment Calliope touched it. She grabbed his testicles with one palm and began to fondle them gently. She then kissed the cock’s tip and started to lick it softly; she offered the writer a similarly teasing treatment as he had given her before, during which she made sure to lubricate it whole properly. Their eyes remained locked the entire time. The writer did his best to remain patient, because he understood that she was playing with him. It was a difficult task because Calliope was an expert tease and his arousal was growing rapidly; looking into her playful, lust-filled eyes did not help either. Fortunately for Jake she had no intentions of teasing him for too long; she had been lubricating his cock for a reason.

The muse made a short pause, though she kept fondling the writer’s balls and never broke eye-contact; his hard cock twitched in anticipation. Finally she opened her mouth wide and wrapped her full lips around the glans; she then effortlessly swallowed the rest. Jake might not have been as well-endowed as a pornstar, but his penis was not small either; and Calliope deep-throated it whole without gagging once. She kept her lips pressed against his underbelly and winked at him playfully; she maintained the position for a few seconds. Eventually she withdrew her head, took a deep breath and swiftly swallowed the cock again. The Muse again kept her lips pressed to the man’s underbelly for several seconds, but then she began to rapidly increase the pace. Jake had received numerous blowjobs in his life, but he had never actually face-fucked a woman; none of his lovers had the necessary skills nor felt comfortable with the activity. Calliope was basically face-fucking herself with his cock and she was doing that effortlessly. Her head, and thus mouth, were proportionately sized to the rest of her body, but size on itself could not replace the necessary skill, which was truly impressive. She kept going for over a minute, barely making any pauses to breathe; fortunately this was their second round, otherwise the writer might have cum too quickly from the sheer novelty of the experience.

“Do you think you can endure more?” Calliope asked teasingly, when she pulled her head back.

“No,” he replied with disarming honesty and a grin on his face, “you better let me use it elsewhere,” he added with a wink.