I gave 3 friends blowjobs over several months but only swallowed for one of them for this very reason..

I learned in my 20s that guys never forget the best blowjob they ever had. Proof of that is horny texts after the fact, comments years later and mid-sex dirty declarations, which I LOVE btw.

I tell this story with a smile. I really get off on giving good oral, so I thought I’d have fun with it. Everybody won in this story. Here’s how it unfolded.

In my mid-20s, I was hitting bars and clubs 2-3x a week. I was incredibly flirty. I’d meet people regularly – friends of friends, random hook ups, guys I’d studied or worked with, men from the gym.

A guy called Scott came home with me one night. I’d heard he had strong stamina from a friend who’d been there. I suggested leaving the bar early, and before I knew it, I was sucking his dick in front of my new mirror that was stationed behind my ass.

Key to victory: show off your best asset, whether it’s boobs or booty. They’ll cum quickly.

Spoiler alert: I made him cum within 3-4 minutes. My grip was firm and slobbering all over it, playing with his foreskin and cupping his balls proved too much. Rather than fuck, 20 minutes later as he was going to leave, he practically pleaded for another blowjob.

The second time, I made him cum in 5-6 minutes. The first cumshot I’d taken over my tits. The second one, since variety is the spice of life, I think he wanted me to swallow as he didn’t warn me and came in my mouth.

I spat it into a glass. I liked to leave a guy wanting more.

Fast forward about a month, I met a friend of his, Mark. Now this guy was a stud. I could tell he was used to getting his way with women. I couldn’t fight being turned on, and since he was going away with the military, I took a chance to thank him for his service… On my knees.

I invited him to mine. Loving his body and thick 6” cock, I blew him and let him put a plug up my ass.

Soaking wet, I rode him, and he asked if he could pull the condom off and finish with a BJ. I laid on my side, placed my cheeks just far away enough that he had to reach to grab them, and I rotated my hand around his head with a firm grip.

He surrendered his cum and I drooled it over his cock and balls.

I regretted it, given they were my bed sheets, but again, my desire was to leave him wanting more.

We hooked up again, and before fucking, I got message from Scott saying that he was envious of me seeing Mark, in a playful way. Flurries of sexual messages turned me on. I said I had a dick appointment and left him hanging.

They’d obviously communicated, so I wanted to leave Mark with something to brag about. Don’t judge, but I’d seen the term ‘soul snatcher’ in a BJ video and wanted that title.

Sucking Mark’s dick, I gave him sloppy kisses around the head, looking at him, licking along his lengthy shaft. Giving a rhetorical, “where would you like to cum?”

I let him blow his load straight down my throat. I gave him the tongue out, ‘all gone’ gesture.

Heading out for drinks weeks later, I was approached by Scott, practically pleading for a night together. Vowing to give me the best oral I’d ever had (I was so wet), I declined.

I was soon without sex. I craved a really good, long fucking. We’ve all been there. I met somebody who I later realised via socials knew them both.

Long story short, I ended up at his place after hitting up one bar in a big group. My friend went with his friend. It just clicked. I freshened up in his bathroom, wanting to have sex and things started to make sense in that he wanted a blowjob over anything else.

I really, really wondered if I’d built a borderline slutty reputation.

His name was Pierre, and he wanted a 69 over anything. I wore this tiny red thong that he ripped off me. Tonguing away at my pussy, he started to mumble that he knew I’d give such good head.

I asked how he knew that.

This was all while jerking him off painfully slowly and drooling on his head from a height. I demanded an answer otherwise I said I’d ruin his orgasm.

Quickly, he confessed, “from my friends.”

I got to work. I pushed my pussy into his face, still in 69, shutting him up for a bit.

He came in my mouth. I let him think I swallowed it and spit it into a glass on his computer desk.

“Do you not like to swallow?” He quizzed, looking at me satisfied but mega curious.

“Not for every guy, no!” I felt powerful.

A while later, a group of us went out for a birthday. Lo and behold, all 3 of them were there. They took their turns to come up and speak to me. My one friend who knew I’d sampled each of their dicks found it hilarious.

I was talking with Pierre and Scott, who openly said I was the Queen of the Blowjob. I think they wanted a threesome. I told them that I did indeed swallow for one of them and they had to guess. They instantly knew. The guys HAD conferred.

What felt like an initial surge of slutty was soon overpowered with, “I’ve given you all a blowjob to remember.”

I’ll admit, I just wanted that reputation back then, hence only swallowing for one of them. It gave me this powerful feeling. I love making a guy happy. In the same breath, I’m a firm believer that less can be more.