It's the generosity in me, I'm sure. I mean, why else would I have a hobby such as this? A dirty, rancid, filthy, little hobby no mare dare share in polite company.
Can you keep a secret, darling?
I absolutely love to suck cock. I appreciate every last little detail, wrinkle, and inch. From the fat, musky, murky base, to the plump pink glans upon the crown. Oh my yes. Lady Rarity adores a healthy penis to please and pleasure to her hearts content. Tis the generosity in me, I'm sure.
This week's candidate is a handsome stallion by the name of Thunderlane. This gentle colt just so happened to rescue yours truly from peril no less than three times. Three! You might think I'd stay away from flying with the multitude of dreadful accidents that occur, but as long as I have fearless rescuers like Thunderlane, I don't think that will be too much of a problem.
I've been teasing the poor dear all day. It's our second date. I simply don't have time for a regular relationship darling, far too much to do! Fashion is my passion, and I'm anything if not a mare of passion. That means I have to work quickly. I pick my target, seize the opportunity, and, well, I am a pony of passion, after all.
Right now that passion is telling me the poor fellow is about to burst. Oh yes, I've been teasing him. Swaying my hips, bending over when I was sure he had a clear view of my backside, whispering how grateful I was for his daring heroics, and what rewards I might give him. I'm sure I got the message across, because he's sitting on my couch, laying back and panting, with a thick throbbing erection all for me. Oh, yes, I can be a greedy mare!
I approach slowly, drawing down in front of him. He's watching me with pleading eyes, but he would have to wait until I've had my fun.
First, I look over every thick and heated inch. I can smell his scent; The hot perspiration of a hard working flyer. His frame is firm with taut muscles bleeding through his fur, and his big, aching erection reflected his impressive physique. Deliciously thick, aromatic with musk and the most delightful little bead of pre, wobbling at the tip. Like some liquid crown atop that bulbous head of his. Oh, I can't wait!!
So I don't.
I start slowly of course. Always start slow. Enjoy the taste. The scent. The flavor. Oh, I take it all in. It's almost too much!
Almost.
I start with peppering little kisses over the tip. Those wildly sensitive glans. Little kisses. Loving kisses. Teasing little buzzing kisses where I hum my appreciation through my lips. He does what any stallion might. He whimpers cutely, and arches his hips, trying in earnest to penetrate something.
Oh. But I won't let him off the hook that easily. Goodness no. Not until I've had my fill. Tis important to be generous to yourself, after all.
I work soft, suckling kisses right down to the base, ever attentive to the moans and whimpers coming from his muzzle. If he squeals too much I need to back off. If he doesn't squeal enough, I have to try harder. It's a delicate balancing act that demands my full attention. Keeping him on the edge and letting that arousal work into his mind. It saturates him and consumes him completely. Soon, all he'll think about is me, and all I can think about is that lovely erection I get to worship.
I change my tactics again. Instead of little pecks, I switch to slow lingering suckles. I draw my lips up and down that twitching tower and work my muzzle right into the center of those fat ebony balls of his. Now I'm much more gentle. I switch to my tongue. I let it glide across the massive orbs and underneath. Those dark nuts of his are absolutely ready to burst. He'll hang on a little longer, though. I'm not done yet.
Washing my tongue over his thick balls isn't just for him, though. By now I'm squirming too. Shuddering and gasping for air whilst I glide my kisses slowly back up to the top of his shaft. You see as much as I enjoy my hobby, I also can't last too terribly long. It's finally gotten to a point where I need some form of relief. I slip a hoof down to subtly dip it between my legs. The first touch against my swollen lips sends a blast of electricity through my frame. That's when I stop. Oh, I want more, don't get me wrong, darling, but if I continue on it will take up far to much of my attention. Attention I want focused elsewhere.
Finally, my tender kisses reach the head of his length. I spend a moment to swirl my tongue around the head of his penis, lapping away at all the slick precum that trickles from there. Delicious. He moans again, thrusting his hips forward to drive his cock into my muzzle. I refuse. I'll go at my own pace, thank you very much! Oh, I am a downright evil mare sometimes.
I flick my tongue across the tip of his shaft. Those hopelessly sensitive glans again. Soft and squishy and suckable. I wrap my lips around the crown of his stallion-hood and hold there for a moment. I lavish the way it feels in my mouth. I lavish the taste and the gentle throbbing heat. I lavish the look on his face. His eyes are rolled back, and his tongue is lolling from his lips. He's simply the cutest thing! But as much as I enjoy watching him whimper, it's time to get to work.
I roll my neck to pull his stallion-hood into my mouth. Inch after inch of blazing hot need, quenched by the wet, silky cavern of my muzzle. I go slow, but not too slow. Teasing and foreplay are over, and I want my reward! I can't stand it anymore! My arousal is hitting its peak, and my hoof has reached back underneath me. I don't pull it away this time. I can't. As horny as I've made this poor boy, I assure you I am just as much, if not more so!
I lay my tongue flat against the underside of his shaft and pull it further into my mouth. About the half way point, and already I can feel it pressing against the back of my throat. I'll have you know a proper lady does not gag upon the length of her lover. It simply isn't done, you see. As much as I enjoy the taste, I must start breathing through my nose and focus on swallowing. That's right darlings; Lady Rarity does not leave things done half way. In other words; it's time to deep throat. I've suppressed my gag reflex with relative ease. This is a hobby after all. I've had lots of practice.
Thunderlane doesn't look like he's capable of coherent thought or speech anymore. Just as well. I draw my lips back all the way until I can feel his head in my mouth again. I pull off entirely and give it a sweet little kiss, keeping an eye on his face. Visual cues and increased throbbing tells me he won't be able to last much longer. Just as well, I'm beside myself with need. I...I have to cum. I've GOT to! All of this is so tantalizing and filthy and, and I can't take it anymore! But he gets to cum first. It's the generosity in me, I'm sure.
I engulf his ebony pride entirely. All in one suckling gulp. Inch after inch of that hot throbbing erection disappears until I can feel my nose buried in the musky forest of his pubic fur. The very second my lips touch the base I can feel him starting to tense up. Twitching and shuddering and about to explode like a volcano. I brace myself, and he launches his first sticky streamer of satisfaction directly into my tummy. His head flares, but I'm far too experienced to let that be of concern. Still, I need to breathe and having my face jammed into his crotch fur isn't conducive to that. I pull away with a much-needed gasp for air, just as his next ribbon of cum fires out. It lands across my muzzle in a brilliant white stripe that disappears immediately against my pristine fur. Another shot lands across my belly, and I got caught up in the moment. It happens. He was marking me like some sort of property! It was disgusting, degrading and horrific!
I love it.
So much so that I found myself openly massaging my sex while the rest of his orgasm splashed over me. I'm such a dirty filly. It didn't take me long at all to climax after that. I threw my head back and gave a silent little squeal as I soaked my hooves with my excitement. A few moments pass and when I finally catch my breath, and the waves of orgasmic pleasure have subsided, I steal a peek at my stallion.
He's already asleep. Typical. I grin. Most mares would have gotten angry, or maybe wanted to cuddle. I'd have loved that too, but I know what I did. I exhausted him. I broke him. I wrecked him. I'm proud of myself! My fabulous lips destroyed whatever resistance he might have had and now?
Now I've got him wrapped around my little hoof. He'll never receive quality attention like that again. Not Rarity's unique brand of worship. Oh, no. If he wants it, he'll have to come back to me, and when he does, I'll be there to offer it to him freely. He won't be able to resist, and neither will I. It's the generosity in me. I'm sure.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
Author's Note
(I am well aware males do not store semen in their testicles I simply opted for a turn of phrase that is easily understandable, instead of a long winding scientific description. Makes for better clop, if you ask me. ;) )
I have wanted to write this FOREVER. Originally I planned to use Big Mac, but I thought that might have been to cliche. Everybody uses Big Mac. Also, no, none of it got into my hair. If it did, I'd be telling a very different story. Probably to local authorities asking about a missing pony report.
