Just sharing my experience and feelings at that time before I forget. It was my second blowjob in my life, can definitely say it was better than the first but I've still got a long way to go... ;)

Backstory:

A couple of weeks back I tried giving a blowjob to this guy who somehow decided to use lube, tasted awful to the point I was gagging badly with just the tip in my mouth and couldn't continue.

Today's story:

So I was chatting online with this guy and it ended up with me going to his apartment for a blowjob and more. When I first reached his room, he told me to strip and so I did. He showed me two clothespins, and put them on my nipples. They were the plastic kind with quite a strong grip, so it hurt a little, just the way I like it. He sat on the bed and told me to bend over his knees, and started lightly slapping my ass. They were really light and I could barely feel anything so I told him to hit harder. He increased the force but it was still too mild, so he went to the kitchen and got a wooden spatula. He hit with quite a lot of force and it was pretty painful, but not so intense that I had to tell him to stop. I moaned and flinched a little when he hit hard, but I wasn't the screaming kind to begin with.

After a little spanking to get warmed up, he undressed and sat on the bed, motioning for me to suck his dick. I still had some leftover phobia from my previous experience, but I steeled myself and went for it. His dick was smaller in width, but longer than the previous guy's. Also he was relatively fitter (not as fat), so there wasn't any off putting feeling bringing my face close to his genitals. As his cock entered my mouth, there was that vaguely familiar taste of cock skin, it's really hard to describe it, and it doesn't taste like regular skin like fingers or anything. There was that softness to it too, he was half hard so I started bobbing my head and swirling my tongue.

It didn't take too long for him to get hard. His foreskin naturally got pulled back, and I was going about 3/4 depth which was a comfortable amount for me to continue without gagging and could breathe normally. I tried to aim to lick his cock head as much as possible while doing the up-down motions with my head, but he didn't seem to react much to it apart from some occasional moan. He told me to go deeper, and that was when things got harder. It wasn't exactly that I was gagging, but I was on the verge of it every few pumps. So whenever I felt like it was too much, I went shallower, only to his response of calling me a bad girl and telling me to keep going deep. The cycle continued for who knows how long, just that I knew I was getting tired but I wanted to push on. My mind was filled with two main thoughts, first the uncomfortable taste and smell of cock, which I desperately tried to ignore as I knew it would push me to my limits very quickly if I kept thinking about it, and second I hoped for him to cum as fast as possible as I was getting really tired already.

I think I became noticeably tired, as I slowed down and he had to tell me to open wider as my teeth were getting to him. Eventually he took over control, grabbing me by the head and helping me with the motions instead. I had more conflicting feelings. On the good side, I was definitely relieved as my head was getting really tired, so at least he's helping with the motion. On the other hand, it was still tiring to keep my mouth open wide enough, and I also had the self-imposed stress of wanting to lick him enough / provide more suction in the hopes he will cum faster. Truly the dilemma between relaxing versus putting in more effort to make it end sooner.

Some time later, we switched positions and both lay on the bed. He propped my head on a pillow while he continued to guide my head with his hands to make the motions. He was really going at it, all the way to the point that my face was bouncing off his trimmed and spiky pubic hair. My whole mouth and nose were being smothered, and I had to regulate my breaths and tried my best to breathe in the short intervals during the motions. It was really challenging for me, and I tried my best to resist just enough so that I could breathe a little better and having barely enough rest to avoid gagging.

After what felt like forever, he thrusted deep in and came in the back of my mouth. I could feel his cock throbbing as his cum squirted out. It was really amazing and I was relieved he was done, and I just tried to enjoy the feeling as his cock pulsed like a heartbeat and he came for quite a long period. His dick was uncomfortably deep in, and that also meant I couldn't really taste much of his cum, even though I could vaguely feel its volume.

After he was done, he went back to smacking my ass with the spatula. This time he hit hard from the start and alternated smacking both ass cheeks randomly. It got pretty intense, but luckily he stopped before I got too overwhelmed. He then asked me if he could pee on me. I already denied him anal, so I decided to just go along with it even though it was an impromptu request. By the way, the clothespins already fell off due to contact on the bed at this time. We moved into the bathtub and I squatted down while he stood upright. He probably wasn't so ready to go, and was still somewhat hard, so it took a while before he peed. I kept my head down, and he dribbled pee on my breasts and over my shoulders. Towards the end, he told me to take it in the mouth, but by then he was out of liquid, so at least my mouth wasn't filled with pee. He was nice enough that none got on my face/hair either, not that I would be terribly against it but I still felt relieved. Just as I thought we were done for the day, he told me to open up again and I knew what was to come...

This time he was really going at it hard. In a standing position, his hands held onto my head, while he thrusted with his hips. I was holding onto the bathtub handles as he went on forcefully. It got to the point that the back of my mouth was getting quite painful due to the repeated impact, and it was hard to breathe again and he was really pressing me onto him this time. Somewhere along the line I think he had a mini ejaculation, as he paused while deep in me for a while, but soon after he went back to thrusting. I was already really tired by that point, and there was once that I gagged more than usual, and he got the hint that maybe it was too much for one day and decided to stop. I think he also felt that he had reached his limit and wasn't going to cum again anytime soon, so it was all good. We showered at the same time (there was a separate shower section aside from the bathtub), and I cleaned up the pee and tried to rinse my mouth a little too. After that we put on our clothes and I said goodbye to him.

Afterthoughts:

Results wise I think it went a lot better than my first time. Even though I didn't manage to make him cum from my efforts alone, he still managed one full load and a second half load by oral only (no hands at all throughout). I was determined to do my best with only my mouth, which I did manage to even though I was really tired by the end of it. Also I can still feel that area of my mouth hurting even now, half a day later.

Of course I've got a lot to learn in terms of skill and technique. I've read up on methods like licking the balls as well, or using hands more effectively. But all that will be for another day. For now I'll enjoy looking back at the experience, go back to daily life, and maybe think about my third time.

Thanks for reading and hope you've enjoyed it ;)

Tl;dr: Got spanked, gave blowjob, got peed on, went for round two. He came twice in my mouth.