How does one know when one has had the best blowjob ever? It is not a thing I can put into words. It is a subtle mix of tongue work, throat tightness,, soft sounds, saliva and, of course, most importantly, the girl or boy who is giving it.
For me, there were none better than Rarity. Twilight might have a scientifically tested and proven method. Pinkie might have enthusiasm, and an admittedly mind-blowing (Eh? Eh?!) technique. They all might be great at it, in one way or another, but the one thing they didn’t have that Rares had in spades was sultriness. When Rarity turned on those bedroom eyes, and pressed her lips coyly to the tip of my dick, it took every ounce of effort in my body to hold off from blowing my load all over her luscious face right then and there.
Now, how to make it better? Have a challenge with this lady love of yours that you will not orgasm, to *anything*, for a whole day before hand. The rules are simple: No orgasms. You can touch yourself, you can have somepony else touch you, you can even have sex, if you think you’ve the willpower for it, with anyone, but you cannot, under any circumstances, achieve release. You have to hold it in, hold it back, fucking blue ball yourself until you can barely see straight.
Then, you finally get to your mare’s house, and she’s standing there in a sultry pose. Her breasts exposed, perfect, perky and begging to be touched, squeezed, kissed and sucked. Her legs covered in thigh high stockings that leave her hooves open, and her arms covered in matching, above the elbow gloves.
That’s what I saw when I walked through the door and it immediately set my pulse to fucking pounding.
She walked over, her hips swaying back and forth, and placed a hand on my neck, leaning in and kissing me deeply, her tongue slipping into my mouth, dancing with mine. I ran my hand down her back and cupped and kneaded her sweet ass, before she broke the kiss with a soft sigh.
“Darling, if you keep that up, I’m going to have to pin you to the floor and rut you like a stallion.”
“Who says that’s not exactly what I want?”
“Well, you have been pent up, I’m sure, but I think you’ll like what I have in mind better than that.” She said with a wink, and I cocked my eyebrow.
“Better than fucking that sweet pony pussy?”
She swatted my cheek with her hand. “Ugh! So vulgar! You’re a bad boy, aren’t you?”
“Eeyup.”
“Mmf. Good! I like bad boys, darling, now sit on the couch.”
I did as she told me, sitting down and looking at her with my mouth gaping a bit as she started to sway her hips, her whole body following the motion in a fluid dance as her hands trailed up and down over her body. Fuck me, she was hot.
She put one hoof on the couch, right between my legs and I felt my abs tighten at the thought of having her sweet frogs on my shaft. But no, the sultry, loving cock-tease had no intent of doing that, and she drew her hoof away only a moment later, smiling at me from behind her purple curls.
I groaned as she turned and bent over, revealing everything for a moment with a flick of her tail. Her ponut looked delicious and her pussy winked at me, before her tail slipped back in, hiding it all from view.
She chuckled softly at my sound, and arched her back, looking over her shoulder at me.
“What’s the matter, darling? Does it really hurt that much?”
I ground my teeth and nodded jerkily, and she turned, looking at me with an exaggeratedly sad expression, to the point that she was nearly pouting.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, darling!” She said, stepping forward until she stood right in front of me, looming over my seated position from her impressive five feet, seven inches of height.
SHe bent over, placing her hands on my thighs, and licked her lips, her tongue slowly slipping wetly over them as she kept her sapphire eyes locked on my hazel orbs.
“Perhaps you should just relax, and let mommy kiss it all better, hm?”
“Ohhh, yes please!” I moaned, knowing now what she had meant.
With a smirk she slowly lowered herself down to her knees in front of me, and leans forward towards the bulge that is straining painfully against the front of my trousers. She blows a huff of air out of her nose, making a cute little snorting sound, and I feel it brush against my pants and groan softly.
The soft groan gets bit off into a sharp grunt when her tongue slides heavily over my pants. I look down at her, chest heaving as she stares up at me with those big, blue eyes. It’s almost enough to make me jizz in my pants right there and then.
But i held back. For all this playing, one thing still remained true. She had not said the game was over yet. And the rules were clear. I could touch myself, I could have anypony else touch me. I could even have sex with anypony, but I could not, under any circumstances, cum.
Anypony.
Including Rarity herself.
I was not allowed to cum until she told me I could.
Fuck, this was going to be intense.
* * * * *
My chest heaved as I watched her, my hands clenched against the back of the sofa while my mouth hung open at the sight of her curls, mussed now, but still so perfect to me, bobbing up and down as my cock appeared and disappeared in and out of her muzzle.
The occasional puffs of breath from her nostrils tickled over my pubes and I sighed, shifting slightly as I kept my eyes locked on her. It was my most favorite thing in the world to watch happening, better than any show or piece of art, the subtle tilt and movements of her head and neck as she sought the best angles for what she wanted to do, the bob and shift of her mane, those perfect purple curls begging to be stroked and touched. The occasional flash of those gorgeous blue eyes as she looked up at me from behind perfectly applied lashes.
I moaned softly as she looked up at me, drawing her head back slowly, slowly, until my dick popped out with a little sound. She planted the most chaste of kisses right on the tip, before slowly shifting down, letting her tongue lick and play over the length, before reaching my balls. She ran her tongue over my sack, and buried her nose against it, breathing in and out sharp and fast, bathing in the scent of them, before taking one into her mouth and suckling on it.
Her hands worked together, one stroking my shaft from base to just under the head, while the other squeezed and stroked the tip. I was getting close at this point, and I knew that she knew it. Could feel it pulsing through my shaft. Switching up positions, she pressed her lovely d-cups to either side of my dick and squeezed them, and leaned down, taking the tip of my meat into her mouth.
Her tongue began to flick and lick, all while she used her tits to stroke me off. I groaned, as she flicked her eyes up at me, a smirk in the back of them. She was driving me nuts.
She hadn’t given the word yet.
I knew what she wanted.
At this point, I didn’t care.
“Please . . . Please, mistress, please!”
She popped her mouth off of my dick, giving it another flick of her tongue and leered at me.
“Please what, toy?”
I groaned, gripping the back of the sofa tight. “Please, let me cum!”
She seemed to give it some thought, while she did idly moving her breasts up and down on my cock, making me hiss in a breath and fight not to blow it all right there.
Finally she looked at me and smiled, nodding. “You may cum.”
With a yell of release, I jerked on the sofa, groaning loudly, as my cock twitch and thick ropes of me seed started shooting out, splattering the underside of her jaw and chin, and running over the tops of her breasts in hot little rivulets.
It took me a while to come down from the orgasm, but when I did, I saw her licking a bit of my jizz off of her finger, before leaning in and putting her tongue to work cleaning my cock off. I moaned softly, laying my hands on her mane and gently stroking and petting it.
“Oh, Rares, I love you.”
She chuckled, rolling her eyes up to me and giving my semi-erect cock a little kiss again. “I know you do.” She said, giving my balls a squeeze, before climbing gracefully up on to the sofa beside me, and leaning over. I kissed her, not minding at all the taste of my own cum on her breath as our tongues played with each other.
After a few moments, we broke the kiss and she took my hand in hers. She guided it down, sliding it between her legs, and I felt the damp, hot slick of her pussy under my fingers, swollen and needy, and smiled at her.
As I slipped down to kneel between her legs, her hand tousling my hair, I heard her say it, those words I loved to here.
“I love you, too, darling.”
It was Saturday night, my weekend off work, and Rares and I were spending it the way we often did. Sitting on the couch, watching television. The latest episode of Prancing With The Stars was on tonight, and while I wasn’t that big on it, she adored the show.
I was shirtless, a thing she often insisted on, and she was wearing a lilac coloured silk gown and a pair of darker purple panties, and nothing else. She knew I wasn’t the most interested, however, and always rewarded me for sitting and watching it with her, by placing her feet in my lap. The unicorn knew how much I loved to play with them. She always kept them in the best shape with regular spa visits, and even perfumed them, leaving the clean and smelling of lavender.
While the two pony stars flitted across the stage on screen, and my lover watched with rapt attention, I stroked her feet, admiring the soft brush of the short, almost non-existent fur that covered them, the way her delicate toes would wiggle or splay depending on where I touched, and the soft shade of blue she had painted her nails.
I thought of kissing them, of licking them. Later. Right now, I simply fondled them, running my hands over them from toes to ankles and back. I gently ran my fingers across her soles, and felt her shiver slightly. She might act like she did this simple for my enjoyment, but I knew better. She loved to have me worship her feet, and play with them, as much as I loved doing so. It probably fed her ego, whenever I asked to wash her feet, or touch them. I knew it did, and I didn’t mind.
I continued lovingly stroking her feet as she watched her show, while my cock began to stir to life inside of my shorts. It never took it long, once her sweet soles were involved, and soon it was throbbing away, demanding to have those soles pay it some attention. I wasn’t going to jump straight into fucking her feet, of course, that would be rude. She would certainly be upset if I interrupted the show.
So, instead, I shifted my position slightly, earning a small flick of her eye towards me, before she returned to the screen. From my new position, I was half laying on my side, my face down near her feet. I pressed it into her soles, breathing in of that delicious aroma that she sprayed on them every evening. I picked up her left foot, lifting it only a little and she shifted, to make herself more comfortable as I continued to nuzzle against the sole. While my right hand and face were occupied with her left foot, my left hand slipped down and stroked and petted her right.
I heard her take a small breath, shivering again as my tongue darted out, giving a small lick across her sole. I rolled my eyes around to look at her. She was focused on the show, almost too much so. But I saw her bite her lower lip, and smelled her arousal, just barely starting to tinge the air.
I gave her sole a chaste little kiss, and worked my way up to her toes, which I licked, lingering this time on their soft texture and wonderful taste on my tongue. She made a small noise this time, and I smiled, before gently taking her smallest toes into my mouth and suckling on them. My mouth worked at them gently, softly, and I shivered at the delicacy of her feet in my mouth.
With a huffed breath, she shifted her position, rolling so she was sitting with her back against the armrest, so she would have been facing me, had she not kept her eyes on the television. I shifted as well, keeping her toes in my mouth as I situated myself so I was seated cross-legged, facing her.
I swirled my tongue around her toes and I saw her chest rise and fall as her breath caught. Her other foot slipped out of my left hand and came to rest against the throbbing bulge in my shorts, and I gave a low huff of breath that would have been a grunt, had my mouth not been occupied.
I pulled off of her little toes with a pop, and ran my tongue across all of her digits, before taking her big toe into my mouth and sucking at it. My eyes stayed on her face, and I saw her lick her lips, her big sapphire eyes flick towards me and then back to the television. Her hands moved up and tugged at the belt of her gown, loosening it, and it fell open. The supple globes of her d-cup breasts came into view, nipples erect, and her hands slid over them, squeezing and massaging her flesh as her arousal grew, it’s smell teasing my nostrils.
I came away from her big toe and kissed my way down her sole, before nuzzling in against her foot and giving her ankle a few choice kisses. Back around and my tongue made a slow, lingering journey from her heel up to the boll of her foot, where I licked back and forth for a moment, before leaning back and looking at her foot. It glistened lightly in the off-blue magic light of the TV, and I felt my cock throb at the sight, even as she pressed her left sole into it through the fabric of my shorts.
I groaned and looked at her. One hand still played with her breasts, but the other had slid down over her flat, sexy belly and was now teasing the edges of her panties. Her eyes, still glued to the television, were half-lidded and, even in the dim lighting, I could see the blush on her cheeks.
I kneaded the boll of her foot with my thumbs, gently rolling them over some of the stress points therein, and I saw her eyelids flutter and her breath catch. Her right hand squeezed at her breast while her left slid it’s fingers under the hem of her panties. With a smile, I reached down, lifting her left foot from my crotch and bringing it up to rest alongside it’s partner. She shot me a glance, and opened her mouth, almost as though to object, and then I gave both her feet a long, slow lick from toes to heels and back again, and her head actually fell back against the armrest and a small, soft moan left her throat.
I felt my breathing catch at the beauty of it, before I buried my face against her soles again, nuzzling and licking them, worshiping them as the feet of a goddess. She pressed them into my face, the supple contours of instep and arches almost seeming to mold to my face, or make my face mold to them, as she massaged my face with her feet. I groaned, and I heard her huff softly.
The smell of her arousal was now thick and damp in the air, and I knew without looking that her questing hand had found it’s mark. I lavished her feet with my mouth, kissing and licking and sucking on her gorgeous soles and toes. My dick gave a throb and I moaned. I slowly released my left hand from her feet, and she helped me keep them pressed into my face as I reached down and tugged my shorts down, my cock springing out in all it’s glory.
My hand started stroking my shaft as I praised her feet, and she moaned again, softly. A moment later, she pulled her feet away, and I made a soft sound of protest, only for it to be silenced when I saw her. Hair disheveled, eyes heavy lidded and now locked on me, show forgotten. One hand tweaked the nipple of her breast while the other was fully inside of her panties, working at her snatch with soft, wet sounds.
Her feet came to rest on either side of my cock, one of them pushing my hand away, before she pressed them to my heated flesh and I groaned, leaning backwards against my own armrest, my hips bucking slightly as she began to move her soles up and down across my cock.
I sat, breathing heavily as I watched her feet stroke off my dick. A footjob from Rarity was the absolute sexiest thing I could imagine. She slid one foot up, curling her toes over my cockhead, squeezing, and I moaned, eyes fluttering shut for a moment at the pleasure. As such, I missed her other foot moving down, until the boll of her foot and her toes pressed into my ballsack, applying pressure just the right side of painful.
She kept squeezing and rubbing with her right foot on my cock, applying pressure with her left at my balls, and soon I could feel it, the pressure building deep inside. I saw her hand moving faster and faster inside of her panties. My breath was catching in my chest, and I could barely speak.
“R-R-Ra-arity!” I groaned, and she gave a gasp.
“Do it, darling! All over my feet!” SHe said, drawing her soles away from me and pressing her feet as close together as she could.
I sat up quickly, grabbing my cock and aiming it as I stroked it, hard and fast. With a wordless, mindless groan of pure bliss, I blew my top, thick ropes of spunk shooting out to splatter her lovely feet, once, twice, thrice, and then I leaned forward as the rest ran and dripped out.
I heard her cry out, when the first rope of hot seed landed on her flesh, and by the time I had finished, she was in the midst of her own orgasmic bliss, back arching up off of the couch, body shuddering, while strangled, high pitched moans escaped from between her clenched teeth.
As she finally came down, she simply melted into the couch, making sure to slide her feet off the side, for fear of soiling the fabric. I picked them up, winking at her, and then proceeded to lick my own jizz off of them. She stared at me, eyes wide and dazed, but locked on to what I was doing, face flushing even hotter than it already was.
I collected it all in my mouth, and then opened it, showing it to her. Before I could swallow, however, she gestured for me to come to her. I smiled and crawled over her, leaning in and nuzzling her face, feeling the soft fur of her muzzle against my skin, even as she licked the corner of my mouth.
I kissed her, full tongue, snowballing my cum to her, and I felt her lap it up greedily before swallowing it down. I slowly laid down with her, both of us tiredly shifting positions until were melded to each other, and in the background was the ringing applause from the show’s live audience.
Another lovely night with this lovely mare.
