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Cocksucker Blues
By Linda Laving
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It was open mike night in the club, and I was in the closet that passed
as a dressing room on my knees as the owner, a 30-something Italian
guy, grunted and I felt the warmth flood my mouth as he drained his
thick musky cum onto my tongue. I sucked out the last few drops when he
was done and swallowed down the mouthful, which joined the previous
four I'd already consumed that evening and felt it sliding down my
throat on the way to my stomach.
I was already dressed for the show in a black leather mini skirt and
black leather knee length boots with pointed toes and 4" stiletto
heels, and for contrast was wearing a black lace halter top and a black
lace garter belt that was visible below the mini and holding up a pair
of black lace top garter stockings.
I'm 5'8" and 135 lbs., with smallish tits from the hormones I'd been on
the last few years. My hair was its usual gold blonde, shoulder length,
and my makeup was heavy for the spotlight with black mascara and
eyeliner, eye shadow in silver and charcoal shades, and dark plum blush
with blood red polish on my long nails. And for jewelry I only had on 3
pairs of large graduated silver hoops in my three ear piercings and a
silver chain bracelet.
I always showed up early on these nights because I liked to start the
evening by sucking off the owner and the other various interested male
employees because, well, I liked it. But it also got me the use of the
dressing room as well as a preferred timeslot at the microphone. I
liked to perform late enough that a full audience is there and early
enough that there's plenty of time left over to take care of other
things. As the owner zipped up his pants he said 'Thanks ...and it
looks like you're up soon'
I walked over to the small table and mirror in the corner and quickly
fixed my lipstick and wiped off a small drop of cum that had somehow
landed on my chin. There was a water pitcher and glass on the table but
I passed on that, I liked going out with the strong taste of cum in my
mouth and the slickness in my throat didn't hurt my singing.
Picking up my old black Strat, I slipped inside the strap, slipped my
glass slide on my pinkie, and walked out of the room and over to the
side of the small stage where the comedian preceding me was just
finishing up. He walked off the stage and as the applause died down the
owner walked up to the microphone to announce me.
'Most of you already know the next performer, she's a regular here, and
multi talented.' He paused for a second and reached down to touch his
zipper and smiled, and many of the regulars cheered. 'So let's give it
up for Cindy Swallow?' My stage name.
I walked out on the stage and over to the spotlight and microphone and
plugged my Strat into the amp next to it to some applause and catcalls.
I hit a chord to check the volume, adjusted a few dials on the amp, and
said into the mike, "I call this one Cocksucker's Blues - I hope you
like it."
I jumped right into the slide riff, the song being loosely based on
'Statesboro Blues', and while I certainly wasn't a Duane Allman, I
thought I sounded all right as I played the intro, and then went into
the chord rhythms and sang.
"Sit down baby, and take off your coat
Sit down baby, and take off your coat
I need to have my mouth fucked
And feel your cum slide down my throat"
As I played the slide riff I noticed some confused expressions in the
audience. I smiled, and then went into the second verse
"I woke up this morning, had the cocksucker blues
I woke up this morning, had the cocksucker blues
Well I need a shot of man juice,
like an alky needs her booze"
I started the bass riff and went into the chorus:
"Well, I put my mouth around 'em
Move my hot lips in and out
Press my tongue against the cockhead
Till the sperm begins to spout
Then I drain 'em till they're empty
Swallow down my load of goo
Then I'm ready for the next one
Baby, it could be you"
And then went right into the next verse
"I love that semen, and I suck it out with skill
Yes, I love that semen, and I suck it out with skill
I can drink it down all morning
Till my belly starts to fill
(and I sure will like it)"
I stepped back from the microphone and went into a run with the slide
and checked out the audience as I played the instrumental verse. The
regulars knew everything about me, but there were always a good amount
of new people at any given show, and it usually took awhile for some of
them to catch on. My singing voice was fairly androgynous and not a
quick giveaway, especially when I was doing blues, but even if they
weren't reading me physically the lyrics were like nothing they'd ever
heard before and I doubt they'd ever seen anyone playing the blues
dressed as I was. The final verse came up and I finished the song.
"So, Sit down baby, and take off your coat
Sit down baby, and take off your coat
I need to have my mouth fucked
And feel your cum slide down my throat"
As my last note faded out, the room was silent for a moment, and then
the regular crowd applauded but many of the first timers looked more
confused than before and a couple of the women, though there weren't
many, actually looked embarrassed. But that was nothing new.
***
Prologue: I'd always been crazy about the blues, since I'd heard an old
Elmore James recording of 'Dust My Broom' as a kid. From there I
started searching and discovered all the others, from Howlin' Wolf to
the Three Kings (Albert, B.B., and Freddie) and when I found an older
version of 'Hoochie Coochie Man' by Muddy Waters I wore it out playing
it so much.
By my early teens I had managed to get a guitar and spent hours
practicing, trying to get all the riffs and progressions down, and
learning the words to the songs. But by then I had already discovered
my girl side, and when I was going through my girl 'binge' periods the
guitar would lay there gathering dust till I 'purged' the girl and the
guy side came back ... when the guitar would get dusted off and the
blues would start up again.
***
When the clapping stopped, I stepped back up to the mike to announce
the next song. "It's obvious where I stole this one from, and I'm sure
you all know the other version of it, so here it is." And I started
tapping my foot and hit the first five bass notes and started singing.
"The gypsy told my mother Before I was born
You're gonna have a girl child
Who'll be ready for porn
What she didn't tell my mother
And what really caused a shock
I was born with no vagina
But instead I had a cock
Well I'm a hoochie coochie chick
I'm the chick who's got a dick
And I ain't much good for fucking
But I can really suck your stick"
Looking out at the audience now I saw the confusion was gone. The new
guys finally got it, and I saw one of the couples get up to leave,
apparently offended. But that was nothing new either, and I went into
the next verse
"I can drop to my knees
Slip my mouth round your pole
Wet and slick and sof
Like a hot fuck hole
Run my tongue up the shaft
As you slide past my lips
And you start to fuck my mouth
With a thrust of your hips
Well, I'm a hoochie coochie chick
I'm the chick who's got a dick
And I ain't much good for fucking
But I can really suck your stick"
I went into a short guitar run at this point, a standard blues riff,
before I went into the last verse
"I will look in your eyes
As your cum starts to blast
Let it pool on my tongue
So the taste will last
Gulp it down with a slurp
Feel it slide down my throat
Till it ends in my belly
And that's all she wrote
Well I'm a hoochie coochie chick
I'm the chick that's got a dick
And I ain't much good for fucking
But I can really suck your stick"
***
Prologue Cont'd: As the years went by my girl side took on more
importance and the guitar laid gathering dust for longer and longer
periods. I began to grow my nails long and eventually got to a point
where I couldn't play guitar with them if I wanted to, especially with
my fretting hand. I stopped playing guitar completely, though I never
stopped listening to the blues.
I started seeing guys regularly and discovered my second true love -
sucking cocks and drinking cum. For awhile, that was my only focus and
I began meeting guys anywhere I could. The transgender clubs were the
first places, then meetings through the Internet, and then I found the
adult bookstores with booths where I was able to go and sometimes suck
off a dozen guys, one after another, almost anytime I wanted. But the
booths all got closed down, the Internet meetings took a lot of time to
set up with a single load of cum for the payoff, and the transgender
clubs started getting old.
But one day I was watching, of all things, a bluegrass concert on TV
and I saw Dolly Parton playing guitar with those ridiculously long
nails of hers - and then for the next song she switched to a dobro and
started playing that with a slide. And a light went off in my head.
By this time in my life there had already come a point when the
separation between girl side and guy side had ceased to exist and it
all just became me. And I really missed playing the blues, so I started
picking up the guitar again despite the nails,and though it was
ridiculous in the beginning I kept working at it and started developing
a different style. I began using open tunings and lots of bar chords,
taught myself to play the slide, and kept practicing fretting the
strings with my fingers held flat to get around the nails. And with my
right hand I threw away the flat pick and began to use metal finger
picks like the dobro players do, which protected my long nails. And
eventually I got pretty good and started playing again regularly,
though just for myself.
One night, though, I was out at a large TG social girl event and there
was a live band playing - mostly pop crap and classic rock covers but
towards the end of their first set I heard a familiar opening riff and
they went into 'Key To The Highway', and I realized that these guys
could actually play. So when they got their break I went up to the band
and told them I'd really liked that song. And the guitar player told me
that they were really a blues band but they needed the money so they
did what they had to.
We started talking and I told him I was also a wannabee blues
player/singer, and he offered me his guitar and I started doing a few
chords and went into 'Stormy Monday'. He listened quietly for a few
minutes, and then said "Do you ever play anywhere?" When I told him I
didn't, he told me about this blues club he went to that had an open
mike night every week - and that's what got me started at the club. And
after the break he asked me to sit in the band with his other guitar
and we did what was (to me) a fairly cool version of 'Spoonful' ... the
Howlin' Wolf version ... and the applause felt nice.
***
I waited again till the applause and rowdy comments died down, and went
again up to the mike. "This is open mike night, so I'm going to do my
last song before I turn it over to the next performer. This one is an
original, and I call it Invitation Blues", and smiled as I started
playing. It was written around a standard blues progression in 'E', and
I began singing.
"When the show is over, you can find me in my van
When the show is over, you know I'll be in my van
I'll be on my knees and waiting
To suck as many cocks as I can
If you're looking for a blowjob, you know you're gonna score
If you're looking for a blowjob, you know you're gonna score
And it won't cost you nothing
I'm a slut but I ain't no whore
I've got couches in the back, so you can sit and watch
Until it gets to be your turn babe, you can sit and watch
But it won't be long until I
Get my mouth and lips right in your crotch"
I took a few bars on the guitar and then went into the chorus and final
verse
"If you're white or black or brown
If you're old or if you're young
I will suck you till you drain your
Sticky semen on my tongue
You can fill me with your sperm
Until my tonsils start to float
Or even hold my head in place
And cum right down my throat
So when the show is over, you will find me in my van
When the show is over, you know I'll be in my van
I'll be on my knees and waiting
To suck as many cocks as I can"
I played the final notes, said "Thank you" over the applause, and
headed off the stage. I headed into the dressing room and put my guitar
in it's case, walked over to the bathroom to pee and fix my lipstick,
and then headed back to the dressing room where I grabbed my purse and
guitar case, stuck my head in the office to say goodbye to the owner,
and headed out the back door.
To the left of the back door was an alley with tall privacy fencing,
and the owner let me park my van there when I played at the club. There
were already a half dozen or so guys out back, and I walked to the van
and put my guitar in the back.
My van was a full size conversion van, with a raised roof so you could
stand in the back if you wanted to and dark curtains on all sides as
well as behind the drivers seat - but the windows were also darkened so
I left the curtains open so there'd be some light from the flood lamps
in the alley. There was L shaped couch seating along the back and up
the drivers side, and a jump seat behind the passenger seat. And the
floor of the van was covered with a very soft nylon carpet over 4
layers of thick carpet foam padding so it was very easy on the knees.
I'd parked the van earlier as I usually do, with the passenger side
double doors toward the bar wall, and since it was a very comfortable
night I would be able to leave the doors open if I wanted to. The first
group of guys out there were all regulars, not the shy types, and as I
waved them towards the van they started piling in, starting at the jump
seat and then sitting along the side and down the back. Generally the
van would comfortably fit 8 guys at a time, and when they were all in
and seated I kneeled down at the jump seat where the guy sitting had
already dropped his pants and underwear and his cock was waiting for me
half erect.
I leaned forward and slid my mouth down over his cock and began to lick
and softly suck as I slowly moved my mouth up and down his shaft, and
had my left hand very lightly over his balls. He got hard immediately,
and after a few minutes I started stroking his shaft with my right hand
in rhythm with my mouth, and it wasn't long till he moaned and twitched
and his cum splashed against the roof of my mouth, then splashed a
second time before slowing to a trickle. I'd moved my lips to the
cockhead and let him empty his rather mild tasting juices into me, and
when he was done I straightened up and swallowed down my mouthful and
felt the warmth moving down my throat.
He said 'Thanks' and quickly pulled up his pants and slipped off the
jump seat to his left and was out the door - and as the next guy moved
over from the side couch to the jump seat, everyone slid down, and one
of the guys waiting outside stepped in the van behind me and sat in the
recently open seat in the rear.
The next guy had already dropped his pants and shorts, and as I leaned
forward to take the second guy in my mouth I noticed in my side vision
that most of the guys had their zippers and waistbands open and they
were stroking themselves slowly as they waited for the cock in front of
me slide in and out of my lips.
As usual I'd placed empty clear plastic drink cups in all the cup
holders in the back, and before I took the cock between my lips I said
'Guys, please make sure that if you can't hold back or just don't feel
like it, that you use the cups to catch your cum. I really don't want a
mess in the van' A few of the guys made assenting noises, and a few
reached for cups (either for caution or because they were the guys that
wanted to watch and jerk off instead of using my mouth)
The second guy didn't require much effort, he was all ready to go and I
had only slid my hot slick mouth up and down him a few times when he
grunted and my mouth began to fill - no spurt, no blast, just a penis
faucet turned on inside my mouth as his thick sperm flowed steadily for
about 20 seconds, and I kept my lips tight against his shaft and let
his discharge pool up against my teeth and gums till he was done and
then slurped everything down before removing my lips.
He pulled his pants up and left and the guys slid down on the seating
but the next guy was one who always liked to stand so I pushed back the
jump seat and he stood in that spot while I kneeled before him with my
mouth open. This particular guy liked to slowly fuck my mouth and since
he had a good cock for it, close to 8" long but very tapered at the
tip, I always let him.
I kept my tongue pressed against the bottom of his shaft with my lips
tight against it as he slowly thrust in and out, stopping just short of
my throat, and I just kept my head in the one spot, and clasped my
hands behind my back while he did this. After a short while he slowly
pushed his cockhead all the way inside my throat and held it there and
at the same time I took my right hand from behind my back and slipped
it up between his legs into his ass crack and slipped my index finger
with it's long nail all the way into his ass just as he came. He softly
screamed and I had a warm pulsing in my throat as he unloaded there and
felt the gooey mass sliding down towards my belly. He pulled his cock
out and I pulled my finger out, and the taste hit me strong as I waited
for him to pull up his slacks.
For the next few hours I stayed on my knees in the van as the guys came
in, waited their turn to relieve themselves in my mouth, and left. Most
of the guys wanted to sit and be serviced but there were more than a
few who liked to stand, and these were mostly the guys who wanted to
fuck my mouth.
I can deep-throat most cocks if I want to but I've found that having a
cock pounding my throat affects my singing voice so I don't let them do
that. If their cock wasn't too wide I let them push into my throat to
unload their sperm but I wouldn't let them hold my head in place, which
gave me some control. And for the thick cocks I moved my head back when
they pushed in so their cockhead lightly pressed against my tonsils as
they spurted, sparing my throat a little.
As usual I could almost always sense what they needed to bring them to
an orgasm, and I used my lips, mouth, and tongue with whatever suction
and rhythm would coax the juices from their balls. And I used my hands
and fingers at the same time to play their cock, testicles, and asshole
like a musical instrument, encircling their shaft with my hand,
stroking their balls lightly with my fingernails, sliding a fingertip
back and forth across their rectum, or sliding a whole finger inside
them to either force the orgasm or enhance it.
The guys were a wide variety as usual, white guys and black guys, and
it didn't matter to me at all as long as they fed me their cum at the
end with a grunt or a moan. And the cum itself was a wide variety as
well. Sometimes my mouth was almost filled with their discharge and
sometimes it just trickled in, some sperm loads were watery, others as
thick as jelly, and still others were a combination of a watery semen
base with large thick clots of sperm interspersed.
And the tastes were just as diverse with each mouthful of cum having
its distinct blend of musk, spice, salt, sweet, and bitter, some very
mild tasting and others almost acrid. But I swallowed, or gulped down
if necessary, each mouthful as it was deposited on my tongue or in my
throat and after awhile I could feel a steady flow down my gullet and
my stomach was starting to feel somewhat full.
Interestingly (or not), while the black guys did have the larger cocks,
on average, the single largest cock of the evening was white and close
to 12" - and I did not let that one inside my throat. And the black
guys also had, on average, the largest quantities of cum per
ejaculation but the single largest cumload of the evening came out of
one of the smallest cocks, an uncut white one that almost disappeared
back into itself when soft. But when he erupted it was a deluge that
quickly flooded my mouth so completely that I had to start guzzling it
down while it was still gushing in, and the texture was so ropy and
thick that at first gulp it got momentarily stuck in my throat and my
cheeks were starting to swell with cum by the time I got it flowing
down my gullet in a steady thick stream.
I'd totally lost track of how many cocks I'd serviced in that manner
but eventually the crowd waiting in the van thinned out and the last
guy there, standing up in front of me, pushed his long but thin cock
down my throat and grunted as he spewed his juices inside me - and as
he left I moved over onto the seat to give my knees a break and caught
my breath.
But at the end of each evening at the club there were the guys who hung
around to watch the 'cleanup' - and I didn't mind, I like audiences of
any type. On this particular night that crowd was larger than usual,
and I looked out the doors to see several dozen guys hanging around
waiting. So, after I caught my breath I stood up and collected the cups
from the drink holders, each containing various amounts of cum. One at
a time I slowly emptied them into a single cup, letting the last globs
drip out, and when I was done I had about ? of a cup full of a thick
pale yellowish liquid, with thick ropy clots suspended in it.
I walked over and sat in the doorway of the van, and with anyone who
wanted to watching me I raised the cup to my lips and began slowly
pouring it into my mouth and gulping it down. By this time it was
really cold, and extremely strong tasting, and I knew if I thought
about it very much I'd start gagging and if I swallowed too slowly the
globs would catch in my throat and I'd start gagging. So I didn't think
about it very much and ingested the glass of sperm steadily till it was
empty. At the end I let the last large glob fall onto my outstretched
tongue, and them pulled in my tongue and swallowed that down as well.
I lowered the empty cup and sat there feeling the liquid slide thickly
down inside me, and felt a slight wave of nausea, but that quickly
passed and I stood up and looked at the guys who had watched. A few
looked somewhat green around the gills but most of the guys were wide
eyed, and one commented 'That was really gross, but really cool to
watch' and I replied 'That's why I call it the cocksucking blues' and
smiled.
They dispersed, and I pulled out some tissues and wiped the globs of
cum that were on my face and chin, and wiped my hands. And then I
closed the doors and went around to the drivers seat, started the van,
and drove away. I slid my 'Best of Canned Heat' CD in the player and as
Alan Wilson started singing 'On The Road Again' in that strange
falsetto of his I started singing along - but the lyrics that
immediately came to me were:
'Well I'm so tired of crying so I'm back on my knees again
(I'm on my knees again)
Well I'm so tired of crying so I'm back on my knees again
(I'm on my knees again)
I need a mouthful of cum from a horny large group of men'
OK, it needed a lot of work ... but there was always next week.
If you liked this story, please write me. [email protected]
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