Cocksucker BluesCocksucker BluesBy Linda LavingIt was open mike night in the club, and I was in the closet that passed as adressing room on my knees as the owner, a 30-something Italian guy, gruntedand I felt the warmth flood my mouth as he drained his thick musky cum ontomy tongue.I sucked out the last few drops when he was done and swallowed down themouthful, which joined the previous four I’d already consumed that eveningand 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 blackleather knee length boots with pointed toes and 4″ stiletto heels, and forcontrast was wearing a black lace halter top and a black lace garter beltthat was visible below the mini and holding up a pair of black lace topgarter stockings.I’m 5’8″ and 135 lbs., with smallish tits from the hormones I’d been on thelast few years. My hair was it’s usual gold blonde, shoulder length, and mymakeup was heavy for the spotlight with black mascara and eyeliner,eyeshadow in silver and charcoal shades, and dark plum blush with blood redpolish on my long nails. And for jewelry I only had on 3 pairs of largegraduated silver hoops in my three ear piercings and a silver chainbracelet.I always showed up early on these nights because I liked to start theevening by sucking off the owner and the other various interested maleemployees because, well, I liked it.But it also got me the use of the dressing room as well as a preferredtimeslot at the microphone. I liked to perform late enough that a fullaudience is there and early enough that there’s plenty of time left over totake care of other things.As the owner zipped up his pants he said `Thanks …and it looks like you’reup soon’I walked over to the small table and mirror in the corner and quickly fixedmy lipstick and wiped off a small drop of cum that had somehow landed on mychin. 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 slicknessin my throat didn’t hurt my singing.Picking up my old black Strat, I slipped inside the strap, slipped my glassslide on my pinkie, and walked out of the room and over to the side of thesmall stage where the comedian preceding me was just finishing up. He walkedoff the stage and as the applause died down the owner walked up to themicrophone to announce me.`Most of you already know the next performer, she’s a regular here, andmulti talented’He paused for a second and reached down to touch his zipper and smiled, andmany 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 andplugged 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 saidinto 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 Isounded all right as I played the intro, and then went into the chordrhythms and sang.”Sit down baby, and take off your coatSit down baby, and take off your coatI need to have my mouth fuckedAnd feel your cum slide down my throat”As I played the slide riff I noticed some confused expressions in theaudience. I smiled, and then went into the second verse”I woke up this morning, had the cocksucker bluesI woke up this morning, had the cocksucker bluesWell 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 `emMove my hot lips in and outPress my tongue against the cockheadTill the sperm begins to spoutThen I drain `em till they’re emptySwallow down my load of gooThen I’m ready for the next oneBaby, it could be you”And then went right into the next verse”I love that semen, and I suck it out with skillYes, I love that semen, and I suck it out with skillI can drink it down all morning Till my belly starts to fill (and I surewill like it)”I stepped back from the microphone and went into a run with the slide andchecked out the audience as I played the instrumental verse. The regularsknew everything about me, but there were always a good amount of new peopleat 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, especiallywhen I was doing blues, but even if they weren’t reading me physically thelyrics were like nothing they’d ever heard before and I doubt they’d everseen 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 coatSit down baby, and take off your coatI need to have my mouth fuckedAnd feel your cum slide down my throat”As my last note faded out, the room was silent for a moment, and then theregular crowd applauded but many of the first timers looked more confusedthan before and a couple of the women, though there weren’t many, actuallylooked embarrassed.But that was nothing new.*****Prologue: I’d always been crazy about the blues, since I’d heard an oldElmore James recording of `Dust My Broom’ as a k**. From there I startedsearching and discovered all the others, from Howlin’ Wolf to the ThreeKings (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 tothe songs.But by then I had already discovered my girl side, aksaray escort and when I was goingthrough my girl `binge’ periods the guitar would lay there gathering dusttill I `purged’ the girl and the guy side came back … when the guitarwould get dusted off and the blues would start up again.*****When the clapping stopped, I stepped back up to the mike to announce thenext song.”It’s obvious where I stole this one from, and I’m sure you all know theother version of it, so here it is”And I started tapping my foot and hit the first five bass notes and startedsinging.”The gypsy told my motherBefore I was bornYou’re gonna have a girl c***dWho’ll be ready for pornWhat she didn’t tell my motherAnd what really caused a shockI was born with no vaginaBut instead I had a cockWell I’m a hoochie coochie chickI’m the chick who’s got a dickAnd I ain’t much good for fuckingBut I can really suck your stick”Looking out at the audience now I saw the confusion was gone. The new guysfinally got it, and I saw one of the couples get up to leave, apparentlyoffended.But that was nothing new either, and I went into the next verse”I can drop to my kneesSlip my mouth round your poleWet and slick and softLike a hot fuck holeRun my tongue up the shaftAs you slide past my lipsAnd you start to fuck my mouthWith a thrust of your hipsWell, I’m a hoochie coochie chickI’m the chick who’s got a dickAnd I ain’t much good for fuckingBut I can really suck your stick”I went into a short guitar run at this point, a standard blues riff, beforeI went into the last verse”I will look in your eyesAs your cum starts to blastLet it pool on my tongueSo the taste will lastGulp it down with a slurpFeel it slide down my throatTill it ends in my bellyAnd that’s all she wroteWell I’m a hoochie coochie chickI’m the chick that’s got a dickAnd I ain’t much good for fuckingBut I can really suck your stick”*****Prologue Cont’d: As the years went by my girl side took on more importanceand the guitar laid gathering dust for longer and longer periods. I began togrow my nails long and eventually got to a point where I couldn’t playguitar with them if I wanted to, especially with my fretting hand.I stopped playing guitar completely, though I never stopped listening to theblues.I started seeing guys regularly and discovered my second true love – suckingcocks and drinking cum. For awhile, that was my only focus and I beganmeeting guys anywhere I could.The transgender clubs were the first places, then meetings through theInternet, and then I found the adult bookstores with booths where I was ableto go and sometimes suck off a dozen guys, one after another, almost anytimeI wanted.But the booths all got closed down, the Internet meetings took a lot of timeto set up with a single load of cum for the payoff, and the transgenderclubs started getting old.But one day I was watching, of all things, a bluegrass concert on TV and Isaw 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 thatwith a slide. And a light went off in my head.By this time in my life there had already come a point when the separationbetween girl side and guy side had ceased to exist and it all just becameme. And I really missed playing the blues, so I started picking up theguitar again despite the nails,and though it was ridiculous in the beginningI kept working at it and started developing a different style.I began using open tunings and lots of bar chords, taught myself to play theslide, and kept practicing fretting the strings with my fingers held flat toget around the nails.And with my right hand I threw away the flat pick and began to use metalfinger picks like the dobro players do, which protected my long nails. Andeventually I got pretty good and started playing again regularly, thoughjust for myself.One night, though, I was out at a large TG social girl event and there was alive band playing – mostly pop crap and classic rock covers but towards theend 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 reallyliked that song. And the guitar player told me that they were really a bluesband 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 “Doyou ever play anywhere?”When I told him I didn’t, he told me about this blues club he went to thathad an open mike night every week – and that’s what got me started at theclub.And after the break he asked me to sit in the band with his other guitar andwe 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 wentagain up to the mike.”This is open mike night, so I’m going to do my last song before I turn itover to the next performer. This one is an original, and I call itInvitation Blues”, and smiled as I started playing. It was written around astandard blues progression in `E’, and I began singing.”When the show is over, you can find me in my vanWhen the show is over, you know I’ll be in my vanI’ll be on my knees and waitingTo suck as many cocks as I canIf you’re looking for a blowjob, you know you’re gonna scoreIf you’re looking for a blowjob, you know you’re gonna scoreAnd it won’t cost you nothingI’m a slut but I ain’t no whoreI’ve escort aksaray got couches in the back, so you can sit and watchUntil it gets to be your turn babe, you can sit and watchBut it won’t be long until IGet my mouth and lips right in your crotch”I took a few bars on the guitar and then went into the chorus and finalverse”If you’re white or black or brownIf you’re old or if you’re youngI will suck you till you drain yourSticky semen on my tongueYou can fill me with your spermUntil my tonsils start to floatOr even hold my head in placeAnd cum right down my throatSo when the show is over, you will find me in my vanWhen the show is over, you know I’ll be in my vanI’ll be on my knees and waitingTo suck as many cocks as I can”I played the final notes, said “Thank you” over the applause, and headed offthe 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 backto the dressing room where I grabbed my purse and guitar case, stuck my headin 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 theowner let me park my van there when I played at the club. There were alreadya half dozen or so guys out back, and I walked to the van and put my guitarin the back.My van was a full size conversion van, with a raised roof so you could standin the back if you wanted to and dark curtains on all sides as well asbehind the drivers seat – but the windows were also darkened so I left thecurtains 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, anda jump seat behind the passenger seat. And the floor of the van was coveredwith a very soft nylon carpet over 4 layers of thick carpet foam padding soit was very easy on the knees.I’d parked the van earlier as I usually do, with the passenger side doubledoors toward the bar wall, and since it was a very comfortable night I wouldbe able to leave the doors open if I wanted to.The first group of guys out there were all regulars, not the shy types, andas I waved them towards the van they started piling in, starting at the jumpseat and then sitting along the side and down the back. Generally the vanwould comfortably fit 8 guys at a time, and when they were all in and seatedI kneeled down at the jump seat where the guy sitting had already droppedhis 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 andsoftly suck as I slowly moved my mouth up and down his shaft, and had myleft hand very lightly over his balls. He got hard immediately, and after afew minutes I started stroking his shaft with my right hand in rhythm withmy mouth, and it wasn’t long till he moaned and twitched and his cumsplashed against the roof of my mouth, then splashed a second time beforeslowing to a trickle.I’d moved my lips to the cockhead and let him empty his rather mild tastingjuices into me, and when he was done I straightened up and swallowed down mymouthful and felt the warmth moving down my throat.He said `Thanks’ and quickly pulled up his pants and slipped off the jumpseat to his left and was out the door – and as the next guy moved over fromthe side couch to the jump seat, everyone slid down, and one of the guyswaiting outside stepped in the van behind me and sat in the recently openseat in the rear.The next guy had already dropped his pants and shorts, and as I leanedforward to take the second guy in my mouth I noticed in my side vision thatmost of the guys had their zippers and waistbands open and they werestroking themselves slowly as they waited for the cock in front of me slidein and out of my lips.As usual I’d placed empty clear plastic drink cups in all the cup holders inthe back, and before I took the cock between my lips I said `Guys, pleasemake sure that if you can’t hold back or just don’t feel like it, that youuse 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 (eitherfor caution or because they were the guys that wanted to watch and jerk offinstead of using my mouth)The second guy didn’t require much effort, he was all ready to go and I hadonly slid my hot slick mouth up and down him a few times when he grunted andmy mouth began to fill – no spurt, no blast, just a penis faucet turned oninside my mouth as his thick sperm flowed steadily for about 20 seconds, andI kept my lips tight against his shaft and let his discharge pool up againstmy teeth and gums till he was done and then slurped everything down beforeremoving my lips.He pulled his pants up and left and the guys slid down on the seating butthe next guy was one who always liked to stand so I pushed back the jumpseat and he stood in that spot while I kneeled before him with my mouthopen. This particular guy liked to slowly fuck my mouth and since he had agood cock for it, close to 8″ long but very tapered at the tip, I always lethim.I kept my tongue pressed against the bottom of his shaft with my lips tightagainst 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 backwhile he did this. After a short while he slowly pushed his cockhead all theway inside my throat and held it there and at the same time I took my righthand from behind my back and slipped it up between his legs into his asscrack and slipped my index finger with it’s long nail all the way into hisass just as he came.He softly screamed aksaray escort bayan and I had a warm pulsing in my throat as he unloadedthere and felt the gooey mass sliding down towards my belly. He pulled hiscock out and I pulled my finger out, and the taste hit me strong as I waitedfor 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 afew who liked to stand, and these were mostly the guys who wanted to fuck mymouth.I can deepthroat most cocks if I want to but I’ve found that having a cockpounding my throat affects my singing voice so I don’t let them do that. Iftheir cock wasn’t too wide I let them push into my throat to unload theirsperm but I wouldn’t let them hold my head in place, which gave me somecontrol.And for the thick cocks I moved my head back when they pushed in so theircockhead lightly pressed against my tonsils as they spurted, sparing mythroat a little.As usual I could almost always sense what they needed to bring them to anorgasm, and I used my lips, mouth, and tongue with whatever suction andrhythm would coax the juices from their balls. And I used my hands andfingers at the same time to play their cock, testicles, and asshole like amusical instrument, encircling their shaft with my hand, stroking theirballs lightly with my fingernails, sliding a fingertip back and forth acrosstheir rectum, or sliding a whole finger inside them to either force theorgasm or enhance it.The guys were a wide variety as usual, white guys and black guys, and itdidn’t matter to me at all as long as they fed me their cum at the end witha grunt or a moan.And the cum itself was a wide variety as well. Sometimes my mouth was almostfilled with their discharge and sometimes it just trickled in, some spermloads were watery, others as thick as jelly, and still others were acombination of a watery semen base with large thick clots of sperminterspersed.And the tastes were just as diverse with each mouthful of cum having itsdistinct blend of musk, spice, salt, sweet, and bitter, some very mildtasting and others almost acrid.But I swallowed, or gulped down if necessary, each mouthful as it wasdeposited on my tongue or in my throat and after awhile I could feel asteady flow down my gullet and my stomach was starting to feel somewhatfull.Interestingly (or not), while the black guys did have the larger cocks, onaverage, 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 perejaculation but the single largest cumload of the evening came out of one ofthe smallest cocks, an uncut white one that almost disappeared back intoitself when soft. But when he erupted it was a deluge that quickly floodedmy mouth so completely that I had to start guzzling it down while it wasstill gushing in, and the texture was so ropy and thick that at first gulpit got momentarily stuck in my throat and my cheeks were starting to swellwith cum by the time I got it flowing down my gullet in a steady thickstream.I’d totally lost track of how many cocks I’d serviced in that manner buteventually 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 andgrunted as he spewed his juices inside me – and as he left I moved over ontothe 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 hungaround to watch the `cleanup’ – and I didn’t mind, I like audiences of anytype.On this particular night that crowd was larger than usual, and I looked outthe doors to see several dozen guys hanging around waiting. So, after Icaught 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 lastglobs drip out, and when I was done I had about 3/4 of a cup full of a thickpale yellowish liquid, with thick ropy clots suspended in it.I walked over and sat in the doorway of the van, and with anyone who wantedto watching me I raised the cup to my lips and began slowly pouring it intomy mouth and gulping it down.By this time it was really cold, and extremely strong tasting, and I knew ifI thought about it very much I’d start gagging and if I swallowed too slowlythe 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 spermsteadily till it was empty. At the end I let the last large glob fall ontomy outstretched tongue, and them pulled in my tongue and swallowed that downas well.I lowered the empty cup and sat there feeling the liquid slide thickly downinside me, and felt a slight wave of nausea, but that quickly passed and Istood up and looked at the guys who had watched. A few looked somewhat greenaround 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 whyI call it the cocksucking blues’ and smiled.They dispersed, and I pulled out some tissues and wiped the globs of cumthat were on my face and chin, and wiped my hands. And then I closed thedoors 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 startedsinging `On The Road Again’ in that strange falsetto of his I startedsinging 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 kneesagain) Well I’m so tired of crying so I’m back on my knees again (I’m on myknees 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.