Seeing results with Connie

My work number rings. It’s Connie Wright. “Are you free this afternoon?” she asks.

It’s short notice, but as it happens, I have some time. “I can do 1:30-2:30 again. Your place?”

“Yes, please,” she says. She sounds eager, but there’s an odd note in her voice; I don’t know what to make of it.

“I’ll see you there.” After I hang up, I reflect on my sessions with Connie. She still has the most spectacular pussy I’ve ever seen, and my obvious delight in it (and the enthusiasm with which I’ve eaten her) has really helped her believe she’s beautiful. The sheer erotic joy I’ve taken from sucking her clit—and given her by sucking her clit—has turned her view of it 180°: it isn’t weird and ugly, it’s the crowning jewel of her womanhood. She’s become much more uninhibited in her enjoyment in having her pussy eaten, and in declaring her need to be eaten. Indeed, she’s lost her inhibitions about enjoying foreplay in general. I know she’s been teaching her boyfriend to enjoy squeezing her ass, and to pleasure her tits in ways he never had before, and she’s certainly been working on making a cuntlicker out of him. He’s been doing it, anyway. I don’t know what he thinks of it, and I know he’s not as good at it as I am, but she gives him a lot of credit for doing it.

It no doubt helps that Connie decided to encourage and reward him by boning up on her own oral technique. I was surprised the first time she announced to me that she wanted to give me a blowjob. She said she’d been practicing on a banana, but she wanted a real cock to work on. I assumed she’d want to wait until after I’d gone down on her, but she didn’t. She informed me that if she blew me first, then feasting on her pussy would get me hard again, and she could get two practice sessions in. I think she may partly have wanted to see the effect eating her out had on me, just for her own pleasure, but that didn’t bother me at all; and there’s no question her plan worked.

I was particularly aroused to discover that the biggest thing she was working on was learning to deepthroat. That wasn’t all, by any means, and she definitely wanted to see how I responded to being licked and sucked in various ways—even to having my balls sucked; but handling a cock down her throat was where the need for practice really came in. Connie informed me that mine is thicker than her boyfriend’s, so if she could swallow me, he would be easier. She did it, too. I could hear her gagging some around my prick, and her eyes were watering, but she did it; and she kept working with me, and in other ways, until she could swallow me whole without gagging (mostly).

An unexpected benefit of my sessions with Connie is that she’s gotten distinctly hotter. A lot of it is increased self-confidence, but a lot is motivation, too. She’s started exercising; she was never really overweight, but she was carrying some fat around the middle, and she’s lost that. She hasn’t lost any in her tits, though, and as she’s grown prouder of her body, her posture has improved. I’m sure her tits aren’t any bigger (they can’t be, right?), but they stand out more because she carries them higher. She would always have looked great in a swimsuit, but when I met her, I can’t imagine she would have been comfortable in anything but a modest one-piece. Now, she’d look spectacular in a bikini—the tinier, the better, in my opinion—and I think she’s starting to believe it.

I’m thinking about this up until the moment Connie opens the door of her apartment.