Meanwhile in the real world people can sometimes condition themselves (or be conditioned) to orgasm from many different kinds of stimulation. The controversial notion of a BDSM submissive who can “come on command” is, to whatever extent it’s a true thing, an example of this. Almost any categorical “that doesn’t happen” claim can probably be refuted by someone, but if there are many women in the real world who orgasm from the stimulus of a dick in their throat, we might expect to see more accounts of it than we do. What’s more, in the five decades since Deep Throat I had not even seen the idea in fanciful porn contexts, until the other day when it turned up (sans throat-clitoris, being more akin to the conditioned response of a submissive and very well-trained wife) in the erotic novel Taming Tessa by Vanessa Vale:
“The more you practice, the better you are at sucking cock. I think you’ll suck me off before every meal, and in between you can use the mouth trainer.”
“Why so much, Cole?” I asked, staring down at the wood floor as his hand squeezed my hip, the other tugging the plug free.
“Because it pleases me and I know you’re working so hard to be a good cock sucker. Remember, every time you suck cock, you get to come.” Giving me a gentle pat on the bottom, he continued. “There. Go and bathe, but leave the seed on your breasts.
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Cole leaned down and kissed my ear lightly, then whispered, “Do you need my cock?”
His hot breath made me shiver. I glanced up at him so we almost bumped noses. His dark eyes were mesmerizing and I nodded. “You want to come, don’t you, darlin’?”
“Yes, Cole. Please,” I practically begged.
“On your knees and take out my cock. I want to come, too.” I quickly complied and soon grasped his hot shaft in my palms. I licked my lips, waiting for the first taste of him. Glancing up at him, he looked just as eager as I felt. “It seems we’re both insatiable. I’m going to hold your head in place, Tessa, and fuck your mouth. All you need to do is keep your mouth wide open.”
I licked my lips once more, then opened. His large palms framed my face and he fed his cock into me slowly, pushing all the way to the back. I tried to shift to accommodate to his large girth, but he gave me no quarter. He fucked my face. There was no other term for it. He moved his hips forward and back, using my mouth for his pleasure. “You’re so good at this, darlin’. I easily hit the back of your throat now. I’m going to push in all the way, then stay there. I’m going to hold still and you’re going to come.”
I opened my eyes wide and glanced up at him. His jaw was tense, the muscles in his neck corded, his features severe in the sun’s shadow. I made him this way. The very idea had me preening, eager to make him come. So hard. “Good girl. Come for me, darlin’.” He thrust deep, held still. “Now!”
It was as if he triggered something when I took him all the way in, because I came just as he’d dictated. I couldn’t help it, couldn’t control my body. Cole controlled it. He controlled me completely, and I loved it – loved the way he made me feel, the way I could just let go and let him give me exactly what I needed, when I needed it.
I breathed deeply through my nose, savoring the remnants of my orgasm as Cole pulled back and waited. He waited for me to be ready, then began fucking my mouth with vigor. I couldn’t do anything but take it, take everything that he gave me, that he took from me in return. When he came, he drove deep and his seed erupted down my throat. The hot wash made me come again. I swallowed his seed as I let the second wave of pleasure wash over me.
