"I didn't say you had to blow me," he rasped. This confused Dolly, and her hand faltered.
"But if I took it in the mouth…?"
"There's a difference; I didn't say you had to suck me off. That would be giving a blow job. What the nurse does-and gets paid plenty of money for it, too-is to just jerk me off, just like the doctor ordered, except she takes the head of my cock in her mouth while she does it."
"Oh. I didn't realize there was a difference."
She had stopped jerking him entirely now, and merely held him by the hilt, with his massive dick sprouting like a warclub from her small fist.
"'Course there's a difference!" he grunted. "What are you, stupid? Are you so dumb I'll have to fire you?"
"Oh, I hope not!" Dolly squealed.
"Ain't you never had a cock in your mouth?" "No, never."
"Well, that explains it, then. The difference is all in whether you bob your head up and down and suck the cum out, or if you just hold your head steady with the knob in your mouth and jack me off with your hand."
"I… yes, I can see there's a difference."
She couldn't, really, but she didn't want him to think that she was too dumb for the job.
He said, "The benefit of taking it in the mouth is that it don't get spunk all over the room. I come a lot, you see. Sometimes I shoot all over the walls-even the ceiling-and it's a hell of a job cleaning up, afterwards. That's why a really efficient maid lets me come in her mouth and swallows it. Ain't a matter of sex; it's a matter of cleanliness.
Dolly considered that. She was amazed to find that the idea of taking that shapely, sizable cockhead into her mouth was not at all distasteful. She had often wondered what it was like to give head…
But no! She mustn't think that way, for this was a different thing entirely; it was a question of efficiency, not eroticism. And if, in the process, she found out what a pecker tasted like… well, that was merely a side effect.
"Well?" he rasped.
"I want to do a good job, sir."
"Get gobbling, then, girl!"
"Well… if you're sure it's not the same thing as blowing…"
"I sure am."
Well, he ought to know, if anyone did, she reasoned. He'd had years of experience in such things.
"All right, then," she said.
She leaned lower. Her plump tits jiggled and her lips parted. She hesitated, with her mouth an inch above the smoking tip of his cockhead, gazing down at that meaty, purple morsel. Her eyes crossed as she stared in fascination at his knob. She wasn't hesitating with any last moment doubts, however; she was merely cockeyed at the prospect.
Wintergreen turned his stately head on the pillow and, slowly, winked at the keyhole.
Dolly fitted her pursed lips to the tip of his cock.
Wintergreen shifted and sighed.
She let her lips part slowly around the flaring tip, sliding them down millimeter by millimeter as his peckerhead slipped into her mouth. She fed his cock to herself and her lips closed like a tight collar around the shaft, just behind the sprouting head. She didn't move for a moment as she explored the sensation of having a mouthful of hot cockmeat.
It was thrilling, she realized. It tasted wonderful, and the velvet texture was lovely, and it fit ever so comfortably in her mouth. She had never noticed it before, but now she realized that cocks were shaped exactly right for mouths; they fitted, snug as pegs in a hole.
Cocksucking must be wonderful! she thought.
She just knew that she would have to try it sometime. But she wasn't sucking cock now, of course; this was a different matter entirely. It just seemed the same.
Holding her head steady around her mouthful of burning cockhead, the maid began to pump her fist up and down his stalk. She pushed down to the root, dragging his shaft taut and feeling his knob flare in her lips and cheeks, then pulled up, relaxing the tension slightly. She hoped she was doing it right. She slipped a quick look at the man's face and found that he looked perfectly content with her ministrations.
She would have loved to suck on his dick, but she didn't dare; he might fire her if he thought she were a wanton maid. And rightly so, too. Men didn't understand these things. Duke, for instance, would never have understood that she was not giving head, if he could see her at the moment, with her mouth clamped on Wintergreen's big pecker like a fish on a hook. She thought she had better not mention this special duty to Duke.
She pumped steadily away, her fist rising to her lips and then falling to his heaving belly.
All of a sudden, to her surprise, Dolly realized that she was sucking on his cockhead! She hadn't intended to-certainly not; it had just happened. She supposed it was a natural reaction, that when a girl had a mouthful of dickhead she sucked automatically, just some perfectly explicable sucking stimuli.
Her eyes darted to his face; she was afraid that he might have noticed the subtle change in her oral condition. But Wintergreen's eyes were closed and he was smiling blissfully. Dolly decided that it was hard for a man to tell if a girl was sucking or not, once his dick was embedded in her mouth. She was relieved. As long as he didn't know, there was no harm done.
Dolly began to suck with relish on the tasty big pecker.
Her lips peeled back as she slurped on his cockhead, and she began to move her head up and down just a little bit-not enough for Wintergreen to notice but enough to slide an inch or two of cock in and out of her mouth. Her tongue began to flutter against the pulsating underside of his knob. Her cheeks pulled on the succulent mouthful. But her hand kept pumping.
Dolly had convinced herself that as long as she was jerking him off, she was not blowing him. The movements of her mouth and tongue were incidental to the situation, and as long as she kept her fist pistoning, she could suck to her heart's delight without losing her oral virginity. She was not a stupid girl and she did see that this was a fine line of reasoning and could be misinterpreted, but it satisfied her. And she realized how lucky a girl she was-to have found herself in a situation where she could suck and lick a big cock and drink a mouthful of cum and still be able to claim, in all honesty, that she had never given a blow job.
She proceeded, with all her concentration, to not give Wintergreen a blow job.
Her head went up and down as if she were ducking for apples. She was taking the tip of his cock right back into her gullet, gagging on it, then lovingly pulling her mouth away like a tight glove, until only the tip remained in her worshipping lips.
Wintergreen's knob seemed to be growing bigger with every passing second, every stroke of her hand and slurp of her lips. The big head filled her mouth chock a block full of succulent dick and, when she ran it back, it lodged at the entrance to her throat. Her lips turned inside out as she dragged her head away, unpeeling as they slurped up the fat rod, clinging tightly to his shaft and then clutching him behind the ledge of the glans, trapping his knob inside her mouth. With only the head in her, she sucked so hard that her cheeks grew hollow and touched cock on both sides.
Her tongue criss crossed under his knob, then lapped at his stalk as she fed the pork deeper into her maw. As she slid away, she arched her tongue into a moist bridge and let the full length of his cock run over it, pleasuring him even as she pleasured her own tingling tastebuds.
Oh, cock is delicious, she thought. I mean, it would be delicious, if I were doing this for such depraved purposes.
Her hand continued to jack him, but she was only pumping up and down an inch or two now; the rest of his massive spike was feeding itself into her mouth. Dolly thought that perhaps instead of being a maid she should have gone into nursing. She didn't know about changing bedpans and all that, but nursing a dick was pure bliss.