Dear Sir, Salute to Your Cock – Salty’s Worship Story

Dear Sir, I love you….

I love your cock.

I love seeing it.

I love the call of it.

I love everything about it.

I love watching your penis slowly emerge from your bra straps. I love your musky scent, it wafts to my nose like a warm breeze. The little slit at the top begged me to kiss it and lick it gently.

I love kissing it. I loved tasting it all.

I love admiring it all.

I love watching your balls sway slightly when you bend down to take off your panties, and how your cock bobs up and down like a bait in the water, expressing my desire for you. Your gentle dark curls form the object of my greatest adoration, the curls begging to be wrapped around my fingers.

I like to rub it. I like to rub it all on my lips.

I love touching your penis, caressing it with my lips and feeling the silky heat of your skin. I breathe in your scent deeply and love the way I spin with intoxication. I run my fingertips along the length of your cock from base to tip, slowly, oh so slowly, rubbing your sweet curls with my lips and nose. I looked at the long, smooth stem, admiring the deepening pinks and reds, the head beginning to flush, blue veins flowing across the surface like pulsating tributaries of life. I kissed the tip gently with my wet, soft lips. I hear your rapid breathing.

I love kissing it. I love kissing it all. Wrap my warm little hands around it, caress your velvety skin, tease you, play with you, twirl your head with my fingertips like I’m twirling a wayward curl out of my eye. I love holding your cock when it’s soft, and I only get excited when it grows in my palm, like a blade of grass, rising into the loving sunshine. I press my cheek against your balls, feeling your beating pulse, the burning skin rising slightly as my warm, moist breath hits the two precious jewels. I love running my thumb along the underside of your delicious cock, gently rubbing the cleft of the head, then moving up to feel the first droplets of your sweet nectar rising to the tip.

I love your cock.

I love everything about it.

I love pushing you onto the bed and making you comfortable in my worship. Your cock bounces on your thighs, igniting my passion as I watch you shift into a comfortable position, propped high on pillows, and look into my lustful eyes. I love the bell shape of your head, the weight of your balls between your legs, the way your stomach twitches when I lightly run my nails over those hairy thighs. I love the growing blush on your skin that swells as if tempting me to wrap my lips around you.

I love you, cock.

I like the look of it.

I love having your pulsating flesh at the center of our secret world, where you can feel free to be naked and vulnerable in front of me. Where I can become soft before you, put aside my feminine pride, and feel your desirable flesh slide into my mouth, taste you, please you, just like this…

As I place my body between your warm thighs, my tongue, flat, broad and full, gently brushes the top of your penis, my breasts very close to your balls, soft and warm against against your skin. I slowly drag the ultra-smooth underside of that same tongue back to the top of your sensitive head and then along the underside of the shaft to your tightening balls. I place a gentle kiss on your right testicle first, then the left, switching between the two testicles, right, left, then right again, rubbing my cheek and soft curls holding them. I rub my hair against your balls, wrap the length around your cock, and slowly lift your head so you can feel the silky pull of those soft strands on your flesh. I do it again and again, reveling in your moans of pleasure, the sweetest music to my ears.

I return to your balls and start licking them like a sweet popsicle on a summer day, dragging them long over your hot, salty skin. I love the way your skin tightens when you feel the little bumps on my tongue tickling you to new levels of pleasure. Your fingers tangle in my hair, tugging gently as you feel my fingertips brush across your tight folds and the space between your balls. I push your heavy and painful jewelry away and kiss lightly on that small patch of skin; I feel your legs shaking slightly. The tip of my tongue quickly stretches out, touching the delicate skin and licking it gently, teasing your panting breath.

I licked your jewels, nibbling gently on your soft skin, then took one, then another; I sucked those hot orbs into my mouth, massaging them with my lips, tongue and cheeks. Your legs are trembling even more now, and to my delight I feel the moisture running down my thighs. Your moans make me dizzy. I know you enjoy my teasing as much as I do, but I know I can’t go any further without your long, penetrating cock in my mouth, as your fingers pull harder on my hair When the time comes, I know you can’t wait too long.

You thrust your hips up eagerly and I know you desperately need to feel my warm, wet mouth. I submit my tongue to your will, dragging it full and flat back to your cock, swirling its spongy wetness around your now purple head, around and around, faster, faster, tasting Your sweet and salty juices moan deeply on your back. my throat. You can’t take it anymore as you grab the sides of my head and push your hips up, taking the sides of your delicious cock fully into my waiting mouth. We both moan loudly as my moisture coats your throbbing heat. I can feel your heartbeat on my tongue.

I slide your cock out of my mouth, my lips pulling at your skin until you’re almost out of my wet haven. I sucked the head with my soft lips for a second, then slid them back onto the shaft while moving my tongue from side to side. On the second upward stroke, I very, very gently slide my teeth over your super-sensitive skin, suck again, then slide back down and press my tongue against the underside of your cock again. Your body is shaking violently as I repeat my loving attention over and over again, sometimes slowly twisting my head while stroking down, sometimes sucking on you while stroking upward, alternately sucking on your mushroom head and using Tongue circles quickly. If you want to come, you must come.

As your fingertips barely touch my hair and your waves of pleasure ripple through your body, I can feel your focus on my lips and your cock is harder than I imagined, Your testicles are tight against your body. Your hips rock faster as my mouth digs into your hard flesh. I moan and beg for your release, my body is on fire and I’m soaked from thigh to knee. I cup your tight gem with one palm and rub your quivering folds with two fingers of my other hand. I gently massage those tight balls, tapping your squeezing anus with my fingertips while pushing my hot, wet mouth up your rock-hard cock, over and over again. For a second, I lift my mouth from your aching pole, look you straight in the eyes, and ask, “Can I?” That proves to be your undoing, between my words, soft lips and Tongue, massaging palms, tapping fingers, you take it into my eagerly waiting mouth. Your sweet and salty juices overwhelm my senses, coating my tongue and throat with your pleasure, your growls filling my ears, your body convulsing in the throes of your squirting explosion of desire and trembling.

Your cock, my tongue, my hands, your surrender. You come, come, come.