I had just stepped out of the shower when my wife came bopping in from the hallway. "Hey! I bet you're naked under that towel!" she exclaimed and jerked my towel away. I was indeed naked under that towel.

"Holy shit!" she exclaimed, "I found a naked man AND I got a new t-shirt. It must be a sign!" She pointed proudly at her chest emblazoned with the Rolling Stones lips logo and the words, "Blowjob Queen". She was braless and her nipples neatly punctuated the Q and the N. 

Normally a woman of impeccable style and fashion sense, today she was dressed pure trailer trash. T-shirt sleeves were cut off showing good side boob, curly red hair down around her shoulders, Mudhens ball cap on backwards, belly button ring peeking out as she bounced around the room. 

Yessir, she stepped out of a double-wide and right into my heart.

She took a detour by the speaker on the dresser, fiddled with her phone, and AC/DC blared out. She started playing air guitar to Shook Me All Night.

"Cool shirt!" I shouted, "Fuckin-a, babe! You're probably the best I ever had." I was feeling kind of trailer-trash macho myself standing there naked with my hands on my hips and a woody on the rise.

"Probably! Probably?" She was incredulous, "Hmm, sounds to me like you need convincing. Step into my office, friend and lover." She waved me towards our oversized four poster we refer to as The Ranch while unsnapping her shredded cut-offs.

As I walked past her, her eyes scanned me up and down. When she licked her lips, goosebumps formed on the back of my neck and a wet, mushy volcano ignited a slow burn in my gut.

She makes this big show of putting her hair up saying, "You know what this means, right? Me putting my hair up and all? It means you're about to get your dick sucked big time and it's gonna get sloppy. There's gonna be lots and lots of precum cause that's like my superpower. And then there's gonna be a major cum round up right here at The Ranch while I remind you why I am and always will be your blowjob queen." 

"I'll probably still get some in my hair but at least if it's up, it won't get in my mouth. Hair that is. Your cum is going straight into my mouth because I am your queen and your queen desires your cum." She licked a finger and playfully booped the head of my dick.

"Now hop on up here, partner," she patted the bed where she wanted me to sit. As I climbed onto the giant bed, she pressed in close, really getting in my space, ya know? Breathing in deep through her nose. Was she … smelling me? Her nipple slid along my arm as her hand drifted helpfully down to an ass cheek and gave it a firm squeeze. The bed had not been made from last night and I could smell her perfume in the sheets. Her scent has a perpetual place on my list of favorite things. That mushy volcano in my gut sparked and growled while lightning flickered on the horizon.

Her hands were running lightly over my body like she wanted to touch every place at once as she guided me into place. I settled down in the middle with a stack of pillows at my back while she got comfortable between my legs. 

My hard-on was poking straight up and she laughed pointing, "Look who's ready to party! Hey, big guy. What's the haps?" She said to my dick and then turned back to me, "Wow, I haven't even done anything yet and look how hard you are!" Her voice took on a sexy, teasing sing-song tone "You love me and want to date me.” She admired my hardon while she bragged about the power she has over me. “Dude! You must really like the way I suck your dick! Aww, that’s so sweet! I'm the blowjob queen of your dreams, aren’t I? Come on, you can tell me!"

I was nodding, agreeing with every word, urging her on but no, she wanted to go on about it and just kept rubbing my thighs and stomach and generally just all around except where I really wanted her to rub. 

"If you're this hard just from anticipation, think how hard you're gonna get when I actually start sucking on it!"

"I wish you would," I almost groaned.

"Yeah? Wish I would what?" She teased some more.

"Start sucking on it."

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves here." She giggled, "Get It? aHEAD?" She can't help herself, gotta love her.

She was sitting on her knees between my legs and reached out to grasp the base of my dick making an OK symbol down low on the shaft. She looked back up to my face and confided, "You know I'm serious what I was saying before about precum, right? Being my superpower? It's a fact. What I mean is you always have a lot of precum and I take a lot of pride in how fast and how much of it I can get out of you. Seems like the more precum I get the bigger the final load, see? That's my goal. A big load. I look at it like I'm milking a prize stud and getting paid by the fluid ounce. And that shit's worth its weight in gold!" She grinned and marveled at her business savvy.

"So that's kind of my measure, how I know you're getting the best sex you can get anywhere in the world. The bigger the load, the harder you cum, mission accomplished. Another notch on my lipstick case, so to speak," she grinned modestly.

Her only contact so far was still just the firm grip around the base of my cock. She wasn't jacking me off or anything. She was just holding it, like a microphone, and bending lower and lower as if she were going to make an announcement.

"Ya know, it's like I get this really," making a fist with her other hand, "powerful feeling when I'm blowing you. You start oozing precum like a maniac and I just love that cause that's like cheering for me you know? It's literal fuckin proof that what I'm doing is getting to you. And so I'm like, Oh My God! How is it that I come to have this power?” She chuckled knowingly and continued, “Nobody knows but here we are.” “The fact that I can make you so, so … ecstatic. It just eggs me on to get more and more. Take you further and further. You want to see how far we can go?" Her eyes are laser-focused on mine and I'm ready to go wherever she wants to take me.

She shifted her grip on my dick slightly, like a home-run hitter stepping up to the plate.  "And the looks you get on your face! Oh my god, baby, it's precious. Sometimes, you'll have this totally serious look like you're struggling really hard to understand something and you've almost got it and if I would just suck your cock a little harder, a little faster, a little dirtier, you'll have the answer to everything.”

Another slight shift of her hand. Just enough to trigger a reflexive rumble and spark from the volcano deep down. “Other times you look like you're in so much pain I almost feel sorry for you … not enough to stop sucking your brains out through your dick, of course, but that's going to happen regardless." She gave my dick a quick squeeze, just one, and leaned forward a little to watch my face for a reaction.

"Your precum is your tell. I can tell from the taste and consistency how close you are to cumming and I can adjust my speed up or down as needed. That's why I say precum is my superpower. I control it." She paused for effect, "But I promise not to use my power for evil," a sly smile and then, "Except on days that end in Y." The sly smile turned into a big grin, "By the way, what day is today?" I couldn’t remember.

She reached out, gently but assertively, with her other hand and cupped my balls, smiled and giggled bashfully, "But I have to admit, after all these years together, I really…" she paused, licking her lips, "Really…" her eyes looking straight into my horny little soul. "...Enjoy using my super power on you. I am your blowjob queen and I'm never going to let you forget it."

Another subtle squeeze on my dick from her left hand and a slight stroking on my balls with just her fingernails. "It's good to be the queen! To have such power over you. I bet I can demonstrate my power right now. Wanna see?" 

I nodded dumbly.

She squeezed a little tighter and with a slow clockwise twist milked my cock upward. A single drop of precum, the size of a BB, oozed out. That volcano  in my guts sparked and lit up the whole sky while my body shuddered and tensed, waiting for the thunder to follow.

Her gaze flickered from my eyes to my dick, where the precum was quickly speading, and back to my eyes. Making sure I was watching her.

"With great power comes great responsibility." She said solemnly before she giggled triumphantly and began using my dick to apply precum lip gloss. 

She followed up with half a dozen short fast sucks on just the head. On the last one, she pulled her head back with an audible pop and "Ahh". A string of spit and precum stretched between us, connecting us for a brief erotic second before snapping with a spark.

She moved to look in my eyes again and kissed me. I could taste myself on her lips. 

"You realize, of course, that as your queen I own your orgasm. It is mine to take by right and by law. Anytime I want, I can use my superpower and turn you into a drooling cum zombie. I can make a blowjob that lasts minutes seem like hours. And this superpower of mine? Mmm, I like it, it feels good … real good. It's … I get such a charge from knowing that I literally have the power to focus your mind, your entire being, down to what I am doing to your dick with my mouth." She chuckled low and dirty and looked back in my eyes. 

"It truly is a superpower." To prove her point, she gave my dick another light squeeze and a second clear pearl appeared. This time she bent her head and her tongue darted out and snapped it up, light as a hummingbird. 

Yes, this truly is a superpower.

With her mouth about a half inch from the head of my dick she declared, "But I don't expect you to accept this small display of my power to convince you. No, no I realize that in order to back up my claim to the title of Queen, I need to be able to prove it. Here's proof." 

Full pouty lips, 
whispering midnight secrets at 9:00 AM 
she's my trailer trash blowjob queen.

Over the next ... what? Twenty minutes? Two minutes? Who the fuck knows? Time doesn't really mean anything when she's got me like this. My brain turns to primordial mush reacting only by instinct as she takes me out of the real world and into a sexual vortex of cum and saliva with my dick throbbing solidly in the center.

She … over the next time period of your choice … devoured me. That's the only way I can say it. She knows more about my dick than I do and is still teaching it to do new tricks. I was gripping the sheets like a madman and moaning as she proved she was indeed, my blowjob queen.

My memory can't be trusted but the vision of her victory as I came deep and hard is etched in my DNA. With a firm grip on the shaft to try to hold me still while I came, she sucked in just the head. 

Looking directly in my eyes, "Watch me!", she demanded. I was entranced, frozen in time, as her mouth circled and sucked and ignited every nerve ending in the head of my dick before a lightning bolt whip-cracked out through my whole body with about a million volts of sexual electricity and a geyser of cum started to flow.  

My brain was fried. I don't think I could have told you my name at that moment. But I knew who my queen was.

Afterwards, she got out of bed still wearing her well-earned blowjob queen t-shirt and pulled on her shredded shorts. Checking over her shoulder to make sure I was looking at her ass, she walked … no, she sauntered over to the dresser. She pressed a button and shut the music off. 

Facing the mirror, she slipped a pearl handled pen knife out of one hip pocket and a carved bone lipstick case out of the other. She methodically, almost surgically, cut a notch on the case, closed the knife one-handed, and slipped it back into her hip pocket. She turned to the mirror to apply the lipstick, caught my eye in the mirror, and winked.