Not everyone can eat or make love to the pussy (Pink Ice), because it requires a certain skill set that ultimately results in a climatic overload.

Shall we begin…

Eating pussy does take skill and Mouth Rushmore had the well-practiced skill of a masterful mouth at eating pussy. On any given day, his phone would ring requesting the inevitable: “I need and want to come. Please, please don’t turn me away;  I need to feel your soft, supple lips on my aching pussy.”  He enjoyed giving women what they wanted and craved for, having their lovely woman-ness served on a platter, only to be devoured.  It was his call of duty, and he wanted to make sure every woman climaxed by way of oral sex.  He never penetrated, as  he was totally focused on their needs; with one exception.

One time, he penetrated a woman he was pleasing orally, and she begged him to fuck her NOW.

He obliged, and gave her what she requested.

She was his last appointment, and he was transfixed by her and her actions. His manhood was huge, and many women could not handle it. But on this particular day, her pussy sucked him in deep and would not let him go. Her pussy choked and clamped down onto his dick, refusing to let him go.  They climaxed together, shared his cum, and then he continued to eat her pussy dry.  He truly enjoyed reminiscing about Chloe, who moved away with her husband to the Midwest.  That was a good thing, because he lost his focus and got sidetracked whenever she was around him.  His job was to only eat pussy and satisfy all of a woman’s oral sex needs, and nothing more, until he met Chloe.

He was a Gynecologist by day and an Oral Sexologist by night.

As a rule, he only administered this special request by appointment, and after a client completed a very special questionnaire to determine the extent of the request as such.  They never know who stimulated them but always left his remote office completely satisfied.

There was never any kissing, as kissing was too personal.  He relaxed them when they arrived by way of a stimulating massage that moved from the soft curve of her shoulder down to the shallow dip above her tailbone.  When she was relaxed, his lips became baby oil and were used to massage every sensitive inch of skin from her nipples to below her navel. His lips were butter soft and melted into her fleshy, pulsating, waiting pussy. Every customer, over 500 climaxed, could not wait until her next appointment.

His lips were like rare gold, striking it rich every time he performed cunnilingus on one of his clients.  The money was good also, as he charged $500 for each session.  He never booked more than 20 women per day, and office hours were 6 pm-9 pm daily.  He made sure that they were strangers to one another and lived in total opposite directions or other towns.  He planned this to perfection, because for the last 12 years, it has been a complete success.

When he arrived home, his wife immediately dropped to her knees and gave him the most amazing blow job in the whole wide world, deep throat and all. They would fuck like rabbits, and he would eat her pussy as if she was a new client of his.  They have been married for 30 years and are only growing stronger.

She was well aware of his Oral Sexologist clients and encouraged it,

because no woman should ever feel slighted by not having their pussy eaten and climaxing by way of oral sex. It’s just not fair she often thought to herself. That is why she gave him his nickname, after all: Mouth Rushmore.

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