My father agreed that no woman can make love, in the way love is to be performed unless she has been trained.”She spoke softly as her warm hands too... my cock and held it before she placed her lips on the head of my cock and caressed it with her lips, unlike anything I have experienced in my life. Her eyes never left mine.After that, she performed a ritual of oral pleasure, unlike anything a man could imagine. I have had my cock sucked by a few women, but nothing compared with the performance. All characters mentioned in this story are fictional. Any suggestions and comments are appreciated.Warning: This is a long story and the first part is just a build-up with a glimpse of what is to come in the next part. Enjoy!Chapter 1: I am Sarah, 38 year old women, living on the outskirts of the city along with my boring husband. I am a 2 time divorcee and was married for the third time. My husband, Arthur, was a 55-year-old male and by no means was ever able to satisfy my needs. I too had. As I attempted to pull back from the kiss he strengthened his grip and we made eye contact that made one thing very clear: a handjob wasn't going to be enough to satisfy him. Still with his hand behind my head he slowly started pulling me towards his cock. Things happened too fast for me to put up any resistance. I gave the tip of his cock a light kiss before I opened up and swallowed his cock as far down my throat as I could. It was salty from the sweat of dancing and the precum that was. It was such a rush to be walking outside among some people and they had no idea. I lit up the joint and began walking around. I wanted to see how much you could see of my “sucking station” so I walked by it. If someone was really being nosey they could see me if they wanted. At a glance, they wouldn’t see a thing. Perfect set up. As I smoked the joint I grew even hornier, an erection grew in my pants, my mouth was salivating and I was contracting on this big plug I had in me.I turned around and.