Phallic Adoration Rites - A cock worship session leads to hot fucking. (erotic coupling) By artsygrrl. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. She finished lighting the last of the tealight candles, and the shadows flickered and danced on the walls of their hotel room. His 6 foot 5 body laid stretched out on the king sized bed wearing only his blue boxer briefs, ankles crossed, arms up, elbows bent, his fingers interlaced behind his head, watching her move around the room. Her black lace-edged satin chemise stretched across her curvy hips and ass as she set down the lighter and turned to join him in bed. She sat down on the bed next to him and reached up to stroke his red beard, streaked with white. “My lumberjack,” she said with a smile. “Do you mind if I get you situated here how I want you?” “How do you want me?” “Here, let’s pile up all the pillows here, so you can be sitting up more.” He sat up and she gathered up all the bed pillows and piled them against the headboard in the center of the bed. “Okay, here, now lean back against this and spread your legs apart.” He was happy to take orders, and assumed the position as directed. Clearly, the growing bulge in his boxers indicated that he was excited about whatever was coming soon. Hopefully, he wouldn’t be coming too soon, as he hoped to enjoy whatever she was planning for as long as possible. “Okay, now I’m going to kneel right here,” she said as she crawled toward him on all fours, kneeling on the bed between his knees. “Let’s get these out of the way,” she whispered as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of his boxer briefs and peeled them down. “Lift,” she commanded, and he lifted his ass to get his boxers off. She pulled them off and tossed them aside. Then she crawled back to her kneeling position. “After our last conversation, I did a little research on the topic of cock worship. I mean, it is pretty much just what it sounds like, but I wanted details of how exactly it should be done properly.” His stiff cock twitched with excitement as her gaze slowly moved from being locked with his eyes, downward. “From what I read, the whole point is to provide loving admiration for and pleasure to the owner of the cock you wish to honor. It should stroke his ego, and make him feel like a powerful god to possess such a natural gift. He has been blessed, and will in turn bless his partners by sharing it with them. The cock is held in sacred esteem, and should be praised and worshipped accordingly for its power as a giver of pleasure and life.” She paused, gave him a playful look, and said, “I thought, wow, this should come naturally to me, because these are the kinds of things that I already think about all the time.” “I always thought that I was agnostic, but it turns out that there was a religion for me after all,” she said with a smile. He returned the smile and waited expectantly. She reached out and wrapped her soft, warm hand around the center of his hard cock. She paused to lightly swipe her thumb over the head, appreciating the softness of his skin. “But it’s not just any cock that I worship. This practice is quite specifically devoted to just yours alone.” She locked eyes with him, and her pupils dilated, as they always did when they looked at each other, signaling their intense desire for one another. He called this her “sex kitten eyes” and he wasn’t wrong. She wanted him every time they were together, so he’d seen this look many times over the years. He’d returned the look many times as well. The growing pupils don’t lie. Neither does a growing cock. A bead of glistening precum appeared on the tip of his cock. She lightly moved her hand up and down his shaft, with a bit of a twisting motion. “Are you familiar with the concept of love languages?” “Kind of,” he replied. “Well, it is basically the different ways that people use to express their feelings and care for others. My love language for giving to others is gift-giving, and my love language for receiving from