tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90659235081861371842024-03-20T01:06:37.127-07:00I think I could fall madly in bed with you!every fact has a little fiction in it...Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13631684981008699946noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065923508186137184.post-49628097158987943172010-06-02T15:59:00.000-07:002010-06-02T16:09:30.780-07:00Swallowed...At the end of my junior year of high school, a pixie-ish blonde from the Midwest named Leanne transferred to my high school. She was outgoing, funny and had the cutest little accent - a sprightly drawl that betrayed her intellect and artistic prowess. Her freckled cheeks were always poised on top of a welcoming smile and accompanied by a sly wink. <br /><br />Leanne and I became fast friends, hanging out in local coffee shops, sharing our bad poetry (okay, being the daughter of one of the lesser known beat poets, hers was actually pretty good) and trolling record shops together. So, it seemed pretty natural when we shared a kiss, started dating, and even when she shared her virginity with me within a few weeks of meeting. And while that is a story in and of itself, it’s not what I wanted to recall with this post. No, I wanted to recount (and in so doing, re-live) the first time Leanne (or any woman, for that matter) swallowed a load of my cum.<br /><br />I wasn’t a virgin when I met Leanne; I had a steady girlfriend, Janine, during my sophomore year, with whom I had first done the "dirty deed”. Janine, a taller brunette with gorgeous blue eyes (they still mesmerize me when I see her every few years) and luscious curves, was willing to put in her time, occasionally running her tongue around the swollen head of my cock… a couple times even sliding her mouth up and down the length of my cock before letting me fuck her. But it was clear that she wasn’t really into it… she was just reciprocating for the lengthy tongue-lashings I had given her (gladly). But when pressed for a proper blowjob, Janine always begged off, citing her TMJ.<br /><br />But Leanne was different, she seemed interested, but a little afraid… and I didn’t press her. I loved licking her, lapping at her pert nipples and the way her tight little pussy gripped me (we were young and dumb, but damn did it feel good when she rode me bareback). And I was as perfectly content... as any 17 yo boy who was routinely getting laid by a cute, smart, funny 16 yo girl could be. But Leanne wanted to try… often giving it a thought… once giving it a few licks on a neighborhood playground slide in the middle of the night, another time taking the first two or three inches into her mouth in the front seat of my car outside her house. But she quickly retreated each time, afraid of taking the whole thing and gagging (I think her older sister had told her a few horror stories that stuck with her).<br /><br />But the weekend before we returned for school, everything changed. Leanne and I joined a few friends for a bonfire on the beach... an end of summer blowout. It was pure Bacchinalian revelry (on a high school scale) and a few hours and drinks later, we were sober enough to drive home. Cutting through a then undeveloped back road which had only recently been graded for the coming onslaught of industrial parks and tract homes, we pulled off to admire a little oasis. On the side of the road, lay what must have been a mandated greenbelt… the sort of concession big corporations make in exchange for tilling miles and miles of previously undisturbed land. But this one was unique. It contained a waterfall, a good-sized pond and was ringed by what looked like willow trees.<br /><br />Realizing this was our last weekend of freedom and wanting to milk every last second out of it, we pulled over, pulled out our beach blanket and decided to listen to the roar of the water cascading over the rocks while doing a little star gazing. We lie there, content… staring up at a full, clear sky. She put her head on my chest and played with the little wisps of her blonde hair while we discussed our schedules for the upcoming year. And, we enjoyed the silence.<br /><br />I continued to play with her hair as she ran her hand across my stomach, slowly moving further and further south with each stroke… until her had was stroking my quickly growing cock through my cargo shorts. I gasped a little when she slid her hand inside my shorts and gave a firm tug on my cock, excited by the prospect of having her ride me out here… on the side of a relatively deserted, but nonetheless public road. I closed my eyes, enjoying her touch, and lifted my hips, allowing her to push my shorts down over my hips. The summer air was still warm, but it was a cool crisp breeze I felt on my cock as she slid down, her head now laying on my stomach and she closely watched my cock while stroking it. I returned the favor, quickly sliding my hand down the small of her back and over he skirt, which I then pulled up over her hips. I plunged my hand down the back of her panties, stopping briefly over her little asshole, but quickly moving on, and into, her tiny damp slit. She moaned. I teased the tip of my finger between her lips as I felt her hot breath on my cock, which stiffened even more (if that was possible).<br /><br />I was all ready for Leanne to roll over, pull her panties to the side and mount me, the way she knew I loved to fuck her, but instead I felt the warm grip of her mouth slide over the head of my cock. I was shocked… and my heart raced even faster than before. And just as quickly as she had taken me in her mouth, she took me out… much as I had anticipated… and I tried to roll her over on me, but she resisted. <br /><br />Instead, Leanne ran her tongue in circles around the tip as she lightly wrapped her hand around the base of my cock and stroked it. This was certainly more oral play that I was used to receiving from her and I loved it! So, you can imagine my surprise when she lifted her head for a brief second, looked at me with a sly grin, and then resumed… sliding her mouth all the way down to the base.<br /><br />Shielded by the row of willows, a car drove past just as I thrust my hips skyward, instinctively wanting to bury my cock in her mouth. And I did! And I knew it instantly as Leanne let out a gasp and made a gagging sound. I immediately attempted to straighten up and apologize. But before I could say or do any thing, she put her mouth back around me and reached back for my hand, which she then lead to the back of her head. I stammered a response, asking if she was serious and she managed an “mmhmm” with her mouth full of my cock. And that was all I needed…<br /><br />I tangled my fingers up in Leanne’s hair and felt her slowly bob up and down on my shaft. She kept up that languid, torturous pace for a minute or two before I started to guide her… first, lifting my hips up to her mouth to match her strokes and eventually pushing her mouth down and lifting it up at the pace that I desired. <br /><br />Leanne was a real trooper, purring and cooing as I fucked her mouth. And I was so emboldened by the experience, my hand on the back of her head, using her mouth as my lil fucktoy, that I slid my hand back down inside her panties and into her now dripping pussy. She squirmed in delight and began sucking my cock faster, with no help from me. <br /><br />And that was just about it…. I pulled my sopping wet finger from her lil cunny and slid it about two inches deep into her ass. And there, in the open air, in the middle of the night, with the occasional car obliviously passing by, a sky full of stars, my middle finger up this little hottie’s ass and my cock buried in her mouth, I started REALLY fucking her mouth for everything it was worth… perhaps a little too roughly, but she didn’t complain… and it only took 90 seconds of loud, slopping mouth fucking before I let loose… a thick, hot torrent of cum deep in the back of Leanne’s mouth. She gagged a little at first, but quickly recovered… and swallowed… a sensation that inspired me to unload again… and a third time… Leanne gulping down everything I had to offer.<br /><br />Mmm… easily one of the two or three best fuck buddies I’ve had in my life (and one I kept well in my 20’s, until we moved across country from one another). And, yes, I still talk to Leanne… still flirt with her incessantly and occasionally think about what it’d be like to bury my cock deep in her throat one more time. Perhaps… only time will tell. But I do know that ever since that night I’ve had an obsession with the girls who give sloppy, wet blowjobs…. The women who let me use their mouth to pleasure myself and who drink down every last drop of my cum… and thank me for it!Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13631684981008699946noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065923508186137184.post-25336313895221409202010-03-24T01:29:00.000-07:002010-03-25T11:19:13.632-07:00Technically…<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>Dammitall! Saw a picture earlier today that reminded me of a reunion I had with a college girlfriend that was both unsatisfying and capable of burning a spot in my memory as one of the greatest teases of my young life (I was only 21 at the time).</i><span><i> </i></span><i>Unfortunately, I can’t find the pic, but will post it when I do.</i><span><i> </i></span><i>In the meantime, enjoy the story.</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Looking back, I don’t know what the hell I was racing toward, but I managed to push through and finish my undergraduate studies two quarters before the rest of my classmates.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>As an acting student, I made the logical move and stuck around in L.A., auditioning for and landing the occasional bit part in crappy ABC After School Specials and Crime Re-enactment shows… nothing to write home about.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">But when June came around I was happy to return to campus to see my friends and take part in the graduation ceremonies…<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It was bound to be one big party!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And, while I wouldn’t admit it to anyone at the time, I was eager to see Jennifer, the girl I had dated for the better part of my junior year.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jen was a year ahead of all of us and, while not a great actress, she was beautiful and tall… six feet tall to be exact.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She was too curvy to have real success as a runway model, but she was attractive enough to get print work gigs in Europe.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And that was the very thing that broke us up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I had a year (or one quarter, as it turned out) of studies ahead of me and she had months of work in Europe.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We had both seen the writing on the wall from a mile away and it had made from a relatively painless split (though probably easier for her than me, as she was going off to new adventures and I felt tethered to school when I was ready to move on… but I digress… back to the party).</p> <p class="MsoNormal">So, I made the short trek back to campus without my new girlfriend, who had clearly expressed her discomfort in my seeing and partying with not only Jennifer, but a couple ex’s, but she was busing shooting an indie slasher film and her late night call prevented her from joining me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Still, I had reassured her that I wasn’t going back to stick my dick in anyone… just to celebrate with my college friends one last time.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The party itself didn’t disappoint.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>My last roommate, Charity, was the daughter of a Hollywood producer and she’d convinced her parents to give us the run of the guest house (which was bigger and had more rooms than and normal house I’d ever lived in).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>So, we drank, smoked a little pot and traded embarrassing stories of stupidity and revelry we had carved out together over the past 3+ years.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">As the night wore on people begged off until it was down to my core friends, my two roommates from senior year (both platonic girlfriends), their boyfriends, and Jennifer, who, up until this point, I hadn’t really talked to much.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>But with little prodding we all quickly changed and reconvened at the Jacuzzi, enjoying another drink or three and the view of the tiny, sparkling lights in the canyon below.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">With the two couples cozying up, Jen and I had a chance to catch up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I heard all about her travels across Europe and her shoots in Italy and Ireland… her short lived morning show gig in San Francisco and I tried to impress her with my tales of low level success in L.A.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>But before I could bury my foot too deep in my mouth, the other couples dried off and departed for their respective bedrooms.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">We sat there awkwardly for a few second before Jen got up and began toweling herself off.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">“I’m gonna take the room next to the kitchen, if you want to join me,” she said flatly, <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">walking off and leaving me to look at her shapely ass as she strolled away</span></b>.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwfApH1UVOIrO0qxcHX5aMkzYLLDKhu30m8oqsrnEkMTAq6sfPtiqZVQ8k16_xanPZZ-vvnJs1fNgYni1olqmtRsb3NiRrUL7WYd8MFaBsHAODtKxRr780dRP_r6lc8S26GLZ0f3SAg60/s1600/002.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwfApH1UVOIrO0qxcHX5aMkzYLLDKhu30m8oqsrnEkMTAq6sfPtiqZVQ8k16_xanPZZ-vvnJs1fNgYni1olqmtRsb3NiRrUL7WYd8MFaBsHAODtKxRr780dRP_r6lc8S26GLZ0f3SAg60/s400/002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452635507724330674" /></a><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">I sat for a few minutes, enjoying my buzz… the view… and the thought of sleeping with Jen one more time.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I also thought about my new girlfriend, Leanne, and the promise I had made to her.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Now, to be honest, Jen and I had never really had an amazing sex life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She was very attractive, but wasn’t particularly uninhibited in the bedroom.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>She did have a huge mane of curly reddish brown hair and huge (DD) breasts that were, frankly, too much.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>(I’ve always maintained that anything more than a handful is just a waste.)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And, perhaps most importantly, she had an amazing pair of long legs… certainly my weakness, then and now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I know now that I was VERY into her, because <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">I can remember fondly the smell of her sweat and the taste of the salt on her skin</span></b>… the kind of thing you can only appreciate when you are completely into someone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>But again, I digress…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">So, after what seemed like an hour, but was probably more like three of four minutes I got up and walked through the house, across the terra cotta tiles… dripping all the way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>My mind still wasn’t made up.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I grabbed my clothes and headed into the bathroom, peeling off my wet trunks and sobering up a wee bit under the blaze of the bathroom lights. I quickly threw on a pair of shorts and began buttoning up my shirt as I walked out… until I caught a glimpse of Jennifer.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>In the darkened room I could barely make her out by the spill of bathroom light.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She was laying on the bed, face down… naked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I flipped off the bathroom light and then stood at the door… remembering.</p><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyO9ktZmSxpxVHyaRYd3x2c1KYaNrN9du1itLRgMi4tB00PaaWVHPcpCotjcCU-tUH91BknANeavmdA46TFScozTNqCeGbQCCT8pBneKMfJCGhKd3TG-gbgw63IYw2_5BuqvClkp_0wH8/s1600/001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyO9ktZmSxpxVHyaRYd3x2c1KYaNrN9du1itLRgMi4tB00PaaWVHPcpCotjcCU-tUH91BknANeavmdA46TFScozTNqCeGbQCCT8pBneKMfJCGhKd3TG-gbgw63IYw2_5BuqvClkp_0wH8/s400/001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452636140988470194" /></a> <p class="MsoNormal">I stood there for a minute or two, my eyes adjusting to the darkness and watching her grind her hips.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Her hand was underneath her… clearly, she was playing with herself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I watched, mesmerized by the cocktail of temptation and weed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">I shook myself and quickly thought better of it, but entered the room anyhow.</span></b><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"> </span></b></span>By now my eyes were adjusting and took in the gorgeous curves of her long, long body.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Her eyes were closed… her smile wide.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And it widened when she heard me step inside the room.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">“I was hoping you’d join me,” she drunkenly growled.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I cut her off, “No, I’m just admiring the view… told the girlfriend I wasn’t sticking my dick anywhere it didn’t belong tonight!”</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Without opening her eyes, her mouth pursed into a disapproving frown.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>“Your loss!”</p> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIo7yRyKFXM5bRPDeu5ujN3ov62gCe-kFP5wQBDCTa-_psFOD_WfUsmSqQ088zV90mTdVMTOpDrgRqZnZdtLs5VwecQdeuRD68jnytb6GZP7otTX2O9DA0sX-IYQkzXpBfGyuOyPQmCO4/s1600/010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIo7yRyKFXM5bRPDeu5ujN3ov62gCe-kFP5wQBDCTa-_psFOD_WfUsmSqQ088zV90mTdVMTOpDrgRqZnZdtLs5VwecQdeuRD68jnytb6GZP7otTX2O9DA0sX-IYQkzXpBfGyuOyPQmCO4/s400/010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452637147215898786" /></a> <p class="MsoNormal">I stood there and took in the show, again, for what seemed like hours, until she chided me… “If you’re just gonna watch, take a seat… enjoy the show!”</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I crossed to the bed and then away, opening the curtains and letting the moonlight spill across her body.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I returned to gently sat on the foot of the bed, her feet pointed toward either corner.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>While we had been together for about 9 months and had fucked and sucked countless times, I had never watched her masturbate.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>But with several drinks in her, she wasn’t feeling any inhibitions… and I was loving it!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jen slowly rubbed at her clit, then slid a finger inside herself, her free hand sliding under her body to take the position of the first on her clit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The sight was amazing!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I watched intently, slowly scooting closer and closer until my hand was on the back of her thigh.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She twitched at my touch and quickly removed her hands.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Embarrassed, I pulled my hand away until <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">she slid her hand back across her stomach and between her legs… ass tilting up and her fingers splaying her lips for my benefit</span></b>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>My hand quickly returned to her thigh, running up and down her legs until my hand was just under the curve of her ass.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">“You sure?” she purred.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>“I’m won’t tell anyone you took advantage of me… I won’t tell anyone anything, “ she teased.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I didn’t say anything.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Just kept caressing her leg.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">“Alright, well… I admire your integrity, but know… you’re free to join me”</p> <p class="MsoNormal">That wasn’t a bad idea.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Before she uttered another word, I began tearing off my shorts and wrapping my hand around my cock.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>One hand working the back of her thigh, the other working myself over.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal">In perhaps a final attempt to persuade me, Jen rolled onto her back and spread her legs… looking down the length of the bed at me… her eyes making contact first with mine, then gazing down to the sight of me stroking my cock, now faster and faster.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I had forgotten that she just trimmed up underneath, her lips neatly exposed, but leaving a good, thick patch of hair above.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">My eyes trained up and down her body as she continued to rub her clit in tiny circles, her eyes locked on mine</span></b>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I climbed closer, kneeling between her legs until my knees were caressing the back of her thighs, her calves thrown over mine.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I was poised to slide my cock inside her, but didn’t want to, both because of the promise I had made and because I was enjoying the tension of NOT fucking her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>So, when she reached out for me cock, I brushed her hand away, grabbed her wrist and guided her hand back to her eager pussy.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Jen grinned a sly grin, then buried her finger deep inside herself and slowly pulling it out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Everything continued to seem like it was in slow motion.<span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"> </span></b></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">I remember how her finger glistened in the moonlight… how her huge breasts seemed to slide off her chest and undulated slowly in time to her hips gyrations, her nipples stiff and pointing up like a couple bullets.</span></b><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I remember how she her gaze never left mine, even as my eyes searched her body, until the moment overtook me and I let loose… a thick torrent that shot across her body, painting her stomach and tits in little pools of cum.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Jennifer closed her eyes, enjoyed the feeling of me spraying cum across her and sped up her gyrations until she reached her own climax, the sight of which coaxed a second round out of me, this time my pearly jizz dribbled across the thatch of reddish brown hair between her legs and down onto her freshly shaved lips.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEXHHYcZOlNnW8Fqjq71Ei13FUSUbwofYwevZ0FG5I5sulxzU8cuEC1WpscaRSKY9GHH-WEGPjmGORRelxf_kHqvm6cqAU30A6BHbOJWJvhHovaDPe38iKlEKfD7Zurnar6kKu2kPbgGk/s1600/pic8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEXHHYcZOlNnW8Fqjq71Ei13FUSUbwofYwevZ0FG5I5sulxzU8cuEC1WpscaRSKY9GHH-WEGPjmGORRelxf_kHqvm6cqAU30A6BHbOJWJvhHovaDPe38iKlEKfD7Zurnar6kKu2kPbgGk/s400/pic8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452635058112635794" /></a><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">I collapsed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I was stoned out of my mind, still incredibly turned on by NOT fucking her and a little proud of myself for finding a way to get off with her without, technically, breaking my promise.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And as I lay there, trying to catch my breath, Jen got up and headed to the bathroom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The last thing I remember that night was the sound of her turning on the shower for a quick rinse off shower…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">When I woke up, our host knocking on the door and finding us naked and curled up together, we were both a bit unsure how to act.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>At breakfast, everyone acted as though nothing had happened.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We had a few more laughs, attempted to sober up with a couple pots of coffee, got into our respective cars and drove away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Didn’t talk again for years… until a few months back, when she sent me Facebook friend request with the simple note: </p><p class="MsoNormal">“Damn you for being so technical!”</p> <!--EndFragment-->Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13631684981008699946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065923508186137184.post-8566403197350080872010-02-17T16:11:00.001-08:002010-02-17T16:16:21.430-08:003P Subject #1 - Praxilla<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglsPaej5O8y76sOF1Xd6ppSKH8Y9ascJkABy8oCyDRGKNuwCJ30yPqdwmylbS5lS62ux50DBfDcBg3k-PUqYkocqLntlb7ZJHrWVHVJcTRvw9mbwLwPIGXU-jca7jlSh1zahSusi5hB3Y/s1600-h/DSC03916.JPG"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglsPaej5O8y76sOF1Xd6ppSKH8Y9ascJkABy8oCyDRGKNuwCJ30yPqdwmylbS5lS62ux50DBfDcBg3k-PUqYkocqLntlb7ZJHrWVHVJcTRvw9mbwLwPIGXU-jca7jlSh1zahSusi5hB3Y/s400/DSC03916.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439369813171998338" /></a><br /><div>Gorgeous, no? Now, I'm not inclined to say much about these pictures (especially the ones, like this, that I didn't take myself), as I think they speak for themselves. That said, you're welcome to comment, so long as you keep it kind.</div>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13631684981008699946noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065923508186137184.post-14067211539169717792010-02-14T14:38:00.000-08:002010-02-14T19:30:17.319-08:003P (aka the pretty pussy project)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFssjNe34aQ3hfyGBD2Q-YKCZeg2IWlotw3j1xYEFPjB4-jubIAcbsaZJJs9PcOQXptB5JnaeyColjbaga8_Vawu31usqYc5HMbqBrN1ZLZ1npZtI3ALCG1_ImKLE26JjwCY5UM5rSGwI/s1600-h/8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFssjNe34aQ3hfyGBD2Q-YKCZeg2IWlotw3j1xYEFPjB4-jubIAcbsaZJJs9PcOQXptB5JnaeyColjbaga8_Vawu31usqYc5HMbqBrN1ZLZ1npZtI3ALCG1_ImKLE26JjwCY5UM5rSGwI/s400/8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438232850266962658" /></a><br /><div>So, I'm trying to build my portfolio and need your help. I'm happy to shoot your boudoir, softcore, hardcore needs for free... just tell me what you have in mind. But I'm also <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">looking for women who are confident in the beauty of their pussy</span>. If you're intrigued by the idea of taking an anonymous pic (like the one above) and possibly having it posted here, let me know. As for parameters of the project... i prefer natural light, so daytime availability (sunrise or sunset is best) is optimal, but much can be done with indoor lighting. I also love the look of red or blonde hair glowing in natural light, but am happy to work with women of any hair color... at any level (or lack) or shavedness. Shoot me a message (wildthroats@yahoo.com) if you're interested and, hopefully, living in the PNW.<br /><br /></div>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13631684981008699946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065923508186137184.post-92157046416141712462009-12-25T20:03:00.000-08:002009-12-25T20:10:50.492-08:00le arc de triomphe<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX0nrSdHbm2IdGdrUmGoPvwDi9Y5Ro0PaaZE0ekW7fmnkGSEIqaAtJ43YiSlN2z7TDlg1rOORfnaovrQctDEroxCQTaGdo9DOWhO7QIZBhehV_qEqTiM1R9gOTnGw12ksedzFLVaKF7vw/s1600-h/slyguy24u_a13c54.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX0nrSdHbm2IdGdrUmGoPvwDi9Y5Ro0PaaZE0ekW7fmnkGSEIqaAtJ43YiSlN2z7TDlg1rOORfnaovrQctDEroxCQTaGdo9DOWhO7QIZBhehV_qEqTiM1R9gOTnGw12ksedzFLVaKF7vw/s400/slyguy24u_a13c54.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419391038703289474" /></a><br /><div>I can think of few sights that make me want to instantly explode like looking down to see a woman take you out of her mouth and seeing a string of your cum mixed with her saliva arcing between the tip of your cock and her lips and/or tongue. mmm... also doesn't hurt if she's staring up at you, eager to be reassured that she's pleasing you.</div>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13631684981008699946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065923508186137184.post-55225495697020970892009-12-21T09:31:00.000-08:002009-12-21T09:34:27.876-08:00a thousand words...?okay, i've been more than a little lax in my postings of late. life does that. soooo... if a picture truly is worth a thousand words, i thought i'd try something new... a few pics that i find... arousing. perhaps they'll inspire you. perhaps they'll inspire me to write a little something something...<div><br /></div><div>oh, and given that they're just lifted from the interwebs, I'm assuming they're all public domain. if you see your image and you'd like it taken down, just say as much and i'll do so immediately.</div>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13631684981008699946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065923508186137184.post-17563869292510568702009-08-01T15:27:00.000-07:002009-08-01T15:50:23.196-07:00Photo Finish<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">To help me celebrate my recent birthday, a group of friends dragged me out to a local bar… though it wasn’t much of a drag given that the bar is just two blocks from my home.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">It was a good time… lots of friends, lots of drinks, plenty of flirting.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">AND… all my drinks were free, courtesy of Christine, the alt/indie bartender with whom I made it a habit of flirting.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I’m partial to a somewhat complicated cocktail and Christine never cuts any corners... and that means plenty of time to chat.</span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She’s super cute, maybe all of 5”2… jet black (clearly dyed), short, spikey hair… a series of retro/vintage tats across her chest and arms… smallish breasts… and an amazing, round little ass I notice every time she bends over behind the bar.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So, my flirtation with Christine has grown over the months since I started frequenting bar.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I spent a week or two just observing her… then started chatting her up, emboldened by the fact I was convinced she was a lesbian, given the way she lit up when the cute ladies chatted her up.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">When she learned that I was a director, Christine began teasing me… insisting that I worked in porn.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And I played along, telling her that I was actually there on business, scouting for new “talent”.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She’d always point out the cute girls and was actually quite the wingman, often hooking me up with the girls she wasn’t able to seduce.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">But on my birthday, a Friday night, things were too hectic for anything more than a quick flirt… a couple winks across the bar and a mysteriously disappearing bar tab.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And with all the free drinks flying my way, I was quickly DRUNK… beyond my comfort level.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So, I stepped out and went for a walk around 1:15 to sober up a bit… last thing I wanted was to get sick.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Having begged off with my friends, I headed home and went straight for the water and Advil.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Then my cell beeped… it was my friend Brandon, except the message wasn’t from him…</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“think u can jst skip out on yr tab, eh?</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Xtine”</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I thought... I hoped… she was teasing, so I quickly called up the bar and got her on the phone, explaining that I’d be more than happy to work off the tab with sexual favors.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“Yes, I’m sure you are… but what’s in it for ME,” was her quick, witty retort.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“I just thought you’d want to help me out with my snuff… er…. photography fetish… you know, on my birthday,” I explained/pleaded.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“Alright, well…. I’ll meet you in the middle.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Gimmie your address and I’ll come over and be your personal bartender…. One night only… got me?”</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I did!</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Confused, a bit… unsure if this was a come on or just a friendly act.</span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Either way, I rushed to throw all my dirty laundry in a closet and sweep up all the dishes under the sink…. Just in case.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">When Christine arrived about half hour later, I had downed enough red bull to be experiencing my third wind.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And she was bearing all the ingredients for my drink.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“Sorry I didn’t get a chance to chat you up tonight, but as you saw, it was a madhouse,” she offered as she set up shop in my kitchen.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She stared at me for a hot second and then taunted, “Go… make yourself useful… music…now!” she commanded, adding as I began to sifted through my CD collection, “and, for the love of god, please don’t assume I’m one of those Indigo Girls listenin’ lesbians!”</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She must have sensed my intrigued grin from the other room, because she quickly followed it up with,</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“But keep your panties on…. my GIRLfriend and I have a strict ‘look, but don’t touch’ policy”</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Yeah, she was on to me.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Still, the flirtation was fun… certainly more fun than I had had shooting the shit with a bunch of guys earlier.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I threw on something safe… the Clash.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Who could object?</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Ok, so admittedly it took me a good two minutes for my witty retort, but none the less I came back with,</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“Hmmm… well, that’ll play nicely into my photography feti…” is what I started to say as she walked into the room, a drink in each hand… and pantsless.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She smiled at my stunned silence, walked over to me, placed my drink on the coffee table in front of me and then made herself comfortable in my club chair.. crossing her legs for effect.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Mmmm… her skin was alabaster, and while she was short of stature, she was all legs.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Her ratty t-short rested on her hips and I could just barely make out a lil triangle of her bright red panties.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Christine waited… I was unsure what to do… awkward silence…</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She smiled… sipped at her drink… waited.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And then, before she could open her mouth and taunt me some more, I bolted to bookcase, and grabbed my camera.</span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I wasn’t about to ask if she was kidding.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I started snapping pics.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">First, of her face… then her feet…</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“So, mister director man…. What’s your game plan… what’s our theme?” she purred.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“Well, your girlfriend said ‘look, but don’t touch’ right?</span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Well, I’m hoping that doesn’t apply to touching yourself!”</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Obviously intrigued, she slowly uncrossed her legs as I snapped up picture after picture of her hips.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Christine tossed back the rest of her drink, grinned broadly and then began to slide her hand under the waistband of her lil French cut panties.</span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">But I grabbed her wrist... stopping her…</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“No, I’m the director here… and I’ll tell you when… now, be a good model and rub yourself through your panties first.”</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She was a bit surprised at first, but also excited…. Biting her lip and rubbing herself in tiny circles right through her panties, pull them tight so I could see and shoot the outline of her swelling lips.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Now, I’ve had fun taking sexy pics with girlfriends before, but never with someone I had never slept with.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And the fact that I couldn’t touch her made my heart pound all that much more. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I instructed her, “Rub up and down the length of your pussy… get those panties nice and wet!”</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She did as told, throwing one leg over the arm of the chair, tilting her had back and closing her eyes.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Tiny little moans emanated from deep inside her as her hips began to roll.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“No, no, no… you can’t cum yet… we’re just getting started,” I explained, pulling her hand away and taking several close ups of her damp panties.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She looked disappointed, but obeyed.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“Now, slowly… VERY slowly, hook your finger under the leg hole of your panties and pull them to the side,” I directed.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And as she did, her eyes trained on my the whole time as she exposed her shaved lil slit, I took a series of pics of her juices arcing between her naked lips and the damp, cottony gusset of her panties.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I backed up slightly, kneeling between her legs nd resting my hand on her thigh.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I simply told her, “Ok, do what you do,” and pointed the camera back between her legs.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Christine didn’t waste any time, rubbing her pussy for me and my camera.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She acted like I wasn’t here… eyes closed, loud moans, fingers alternating between flicking her clit back and forth and sliding in and out of her tiny, but oh-so-wet little pussy.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And I took dozens of pics, my head spinning with drink, her moans, the sticky wet noises coming from between her legs and the smell of her pussy.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I loved that she was letting me shoot her, but I wanted to get off… badly!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">It didn’t get any easier as her free hand slid up under her tee and began folding her breasts until I could see her pert nipples sticking up.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“Take it off!” I casually suggested.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She opened her eyes for the first time, sat up and slowly peeled her shirt off, exposing her perfect small, but pert b cups… nipples rock hard… both with little bars through them.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The sight was too much.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Christine could see how hard I was through my jeans and enjoyed teasing me.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She pulled a hand out of her pussy and rubbed the sticky cum onto her nipple before licking it clean, then traced her finger just under the bulge in my pants…</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“mmm… you’re gonna use these pics… like the second I leave, aren’t you?” she taunted, then stuck her fingers back in her mouth.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I took a few pics of her hard, wet nipples and then began to unbutton myself, countering,</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“I might not even wait that long!”</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“Whoa, whoa, whoa...” she straightened up.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“I said ‘look, don’t touch’”</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“Oh, I heard you… but I assumed that I was free to touch myself”</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She looked uncertain, but as I pulled myself out, and she saw the effect she had had on my cock, she nodded her consent and went back to rubbing herself, really working hard to put on a show for me… trying to get me off.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I did my best to keep a cool, calm face as I shot her with my right hand and stroked myself with my left.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Christine slid down in the chair, threading her legs between mine so that she was rubbing her self directly below me.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Laying on her back, looking up at me, mouth open, licking her lips… Christine flicked her tongue out at me.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I leaned down and stroked my cock, the tip just an inch away from her mouth, which she opened wide.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“Spit on it!” I directed her.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“What?”</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“Go, on.. spit on it… I need…” Before I could finish she lashed her tongue out and lapped the lil dew drop of pre-cum and swirled her tongue around the tip… all of which I photographed eargerly, then…</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I grabbed her… my hand on her jaw, holding her firmly in place.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She struggled a bit against my hold, but didn’t stop rubbing herself as I explained,</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“We had an arrangement… parameters… look… don’t touch… now, you pull something like that and I’m gonna want to...”</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And with that I plunged the entire length of my cock straight down into her mouth.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Her eyes glazed over with tears as my balls rested on her chin.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I quickly pulled out.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She gasped and I admired how well lubed my cock now was. </span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She st up a bit and looked at me… unsure if I was pissed… or still playing.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I cleared it up with a quick,</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“Don’t let me get there first…” as I began stroking my cock again, faster and faster.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Christine rolled her eyes back in her head and went back to work…. Furiously stroking her clit with one hand, the other alternating between pinching her nipples and snaking in and out of her swollen slit.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Now, there are few things that turn me on as much, as quickly, as watching a woman cum… So, as Christine started lifting her hips, breathing hard, her chest turning flush with the approaching orgasm, I felt my balls growing tighter… my shaft growing thicker in my hand.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And when her lips parted to let out a first labored breath as her twitched underneath me, I aimed my cock at her parted lips.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She was too deep, too far into her own orgasm, to accommodate me, but I managed to paint her parted lips with my cum.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Her eyes shot open and she looked surprised, almost as if she forgot where she was for a second.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I grinned and then aimed my second load all over her tits.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She smiled back and continued to work herself over… maintaining eye contact the whole time as she writhed under me… glistening with my cum splattered all over her mouth, neck and tits.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I stepped back and took a million pictures of the gloriously sticky aftermath.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She caught her breath.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I handed the camera to Christine, showed her where the delete button was and told her to delete anything she was uncomfortable with.</span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I watched her sit up and begin to scan through the photos.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Then I headed for the bathroom, turning on the shower and yelling back, teasing:</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“You’re welcome to join me for a rinse off, but remember…. No touching!” I thought I was being clever.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">After a good five minutes, I realized she wasn’t up for joining me.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I stepped out, dried off and re-entered the living room.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Christine, and her things, were gone.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Lucida Grande"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I spotted the camera and picked it up off the coffee table and looked to see what she had left me.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">All the photos were still there, plus one that she had added…. a close up of her licking her lips, still slick with my cum.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13631684981008699946noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065923508186137184.post-85100897343732884142009-07-12T15:50:00.000-07:002009-07-13T22:09:18.730-07:00FIRST MEETING<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGUFyVwr_sV-sgTHbMEzzNwTnEObmwFKN5mlWwRGO2dleTD0hRnEgzKprIUkPl5q0qbcKNVBybCa7OimyxgpwO7Tw7yYU1Rq746nZGbzoET7vz9PR7_bKkq1N4XbTc9whpXYzVGqndi9g/s1600-h/005.jpg"></a><p class="MsoNormal">I met “Grace” online.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>In the interest of discretion, that’s all I’ll say about that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She was looking for something… I was looking for something… and it seemed like a good fit.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>We flirted well… I found her not only sexy, but smart - a huge factor as I am beyond my sport-fucking years… there <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">has</span> to be an intellectual connection at this point.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal">Problem was, she lived in my old neighborhood… 1,200 miles away from my current home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And, irony of ironies, the same city I had been vacationing in just the week before I met her online.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Sadly, I had no plans to return any time soon, so our flirtation was to remain an interweb only thing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Not the end of the world, but…</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Weeks passed and <span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="">we enjoyed our flirtation, more free and playful perhaps precisely because nothing could come of it.</span></span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We traded pictures and stories and built up a huge tension as <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">we imagined all the naughty things we’d do to one another, if only we had the chance.</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">And then, an opportunity fell in my lap.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>An old client who I had shot a commercial for a few years back asked me to pinch hit for their current director.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>They asked me every so often, but the gig wasn’t that profitable since I had moved away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>But this time, a paid trip back to my hometown wasn’t something I could pass up.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>So, I threw together a bag and found myself at the airport within the hour.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>By that afternoon, I was on set making decisions about a project I knew nothing about.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Still, I was knocking it out, distracted/inspired by the little plan I was storyboarding for later that night.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">As we set the shooting schedule for day two (I optimistically demanded a late start), I sent Grace an instant message through the website.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>At this point, we’d only been talking for a few weeks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I didn’t have any other means of communication… no email address, no phone number to text or call.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I realized I didn’t know much about her… would she <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">really</span> be up to meeting in person?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Would she, in real life, be into the fantasies we shared as safe, fictitious (im)possibilities?</span></span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal">These were question I should have considered before I flew halfway across the country.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>But, I was here… so why not?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I shot off a message… short and obtuse.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Just the name and address of a strip mall that I noticed was bankrupt and abandoned when I visited the week before.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Within five minutes I received her reply, a puzzled,</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">“<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">yeah, I know the place… what about it???</span>”</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I was relieved to make contact… to begin to pull her in to me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">midnight</span></span>” – again, I kept it short and sweet.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Grace sent me a series of messages asking if I was serious.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I ignored them, simply replying,</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">“<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">not near comp.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">here’s my cell #.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Just text ‘yes” or ‘no’, pls</span>”</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">And then I waited.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Minutes seemed like hours.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And then it became hours.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>No response.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I tried to go about my work, planning out the next day's shots, but stopped every two minutes to check my phone… to see if it had lost power… or if the ringer volume was turned up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>But nothing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>As 11 o’clock came and went, I resigned myself to the fact that this was an internet affair only and tried to focus on my work.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">And then the phone rang.</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">It was a local number, one my phone didn’t recognize.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I answered immediately.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Hello</span>?”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Nothing... except the faint hiss of traffic in the background followed by a click and the dial tone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I quickly hit redial... only to be rebuffed.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The number you have dialed does not accept incoming calls.</span>”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Shit… damn… hell!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>A pay phone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Now my heart was thundering in my chest.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>That HAD to have been her… she’s intrigued… OR… she’s fucking with me!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Grrrrr….<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>What to do… what to do…?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Nothing to do except wait…. 11:15... 11:20… 11:25… and then…</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">yes</span></span>” </p><p class="MsoNormal">...a simple, one word text, but it was all I needed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The plan was back on…</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I rushed to the site, surveyed the area and parked in the alley behind the mall then texted her specific instructions to:</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">“<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">park next to the old bank</span>”</span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Barely getting there before midnight myself, it wasn't long before a car approached. She came. Or, at least, I assumed it was her… it was the only car in the small lot.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I waited.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Then texted again…</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">“<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Get out.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Open bag.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Put on.</span>”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I watched the car.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>No response.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Perhaps it was someone else.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Perhaps she was having second thoughts… or just a little put off by the game I was playing with her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>But after what seemed like the longest minute of my life, the door opened and she stepped out tentatively.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I watched her</span> look around to see if she could see me, but quickly she spotted the duffle bag I had placed on the curb.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">She rooted around inside and quickly found the blindfold… pulled it out… and smiled.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">As I waited to see if she’d play along, I was thrilled to see she was wearing the sundress I had complimented her on just a few days earlier.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Her legs were just as long, tanned and athletic as I had hoped.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I could feel myself getting hard just watching her.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">She slowly placed the blindfold over her eyes… stood next to her car… exposed… in the middle of the night.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And I let her stand there like that for a good 2-3 minutes, as long as I could take, before I approached her from behind.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Before I did or said anything, I let Grace feel me… my breath... my presence… hovering behind her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I watched her neck as her dry mouth swallowed and her lips parted to speak…</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Shhhhh</span>,” I stopped her.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes">H</span>er question turned to a gasp as I ran my hand up under the hem of her sundress… the heat of my palm on the inside of her cool, silky-smooth thigh.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Her face silhouetted by the light of the street lamp, I could see she bit her lip as <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">my thumb grazed against the soft cottony gusset of her panties, her mound already damp and hot.</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGUFyVwr_sV-sgTHbMEzzNwTnEObmwFKN5mlWwRGO2dleTD0hRnEgzKprIUkPl5q0qbcKNVBybCa7OimyxgpwO7Tw7yYU1Rq746nZGbzoET7vz9PR7_bKkq1N4XbTc9whpXYzVGqndi9g/s400/005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357734015955568130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 361px; " /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">With my free hand on the small of her back, I guided Grace to the car, leaning her over until her chest was laying on the still warm hood, her ass exposed as her sundress crept up.<span> </span>And then, I pulled away….<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">She was patient for a moment… then she heard me fiddling with something.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I could sense her getting antsy, about to pull off her blindfold when I announced,</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Action</span>!”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">She froze!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Unsure of what to do, she quickly felt me back behind her, my hands on her hips.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Grace turned and looked at me over her shoulder,</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">You're not...? </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Are you…?</span>”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Ignorance is bliss…. What you don’t know can’t hurt you, or… at least, what you can’t be identified by can’t hurt you!</span>” and I tugged at her blindfold to reinforce my point.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal">She gave it a quick thought and then I felt the tension in her body give way…. She lay back down, her ass pointing out and up, waiting for me to do with it whatever I wanted.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Mmm… yes!</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Now, Pull your panties down for me… to mid-thigh</span>!” I directed her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal">And like a good little starlet, she did as commanded.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The camera catching every frame of our illicit, road side affair.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I unbuttoned myself and approached, laying the hot underside of my shaft in the cleft of her taut, runner’s ass... a drop of pre-cum dribbling onto her lower back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She gasped.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I grinned, pulling the rolling tripod closer and tilting the camera down... I didn’t want to miss the moment as I ran my cock down her ass, over her swollen mound, parting her pink lips, then running it back up… her lips swelling and dripping already.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I pressed the tip firmly against her, dug my fingers into her hip bone, and bore down…. Watching my cock slowly disappear inside her.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Grace let out a deep sigh and I found myself holding my breath… I love this moment… feeling how hot… how wet… and how incredibly tight she was… her pussy clenching my cock.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I pressed on, very slowly, until the entire shaft was buried in her, my balls wet from resting against her clit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And then <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">I pulled out, my cock glistening</span></span></span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">from her juices.</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Oh, god!</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Fuck me!</span>” she panted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">But not yet… I had other plans.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Instead, I reached over her, grabbed her hair gently, but firmly, and led her down to her knees.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">I just wanted to watch you lick yourself off me first</span>,” I explained.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal">She grinned wide and opened her mouth, showing her enjoyment (and willingness to play along) by clasping her hands behind her back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Her mouth was mine to use.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And so I slapped my wet cock against her outstretched tongue as she eagerly, blindly lapped at it, purring and cooing for more.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And the more she got into it, the harder I got.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I aimed my cock into Grace’s mouth… and to show me she had more than a few ideas of her own, she took it all, deep, straight away… no hands.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I quickly put my hand on the back of her head and held her there.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Is it just me, or is it that much hotter… you… here… sucking my cock, which is covered in your own cum… in an empty parking lot… in the middle of the night... and you haven’t even looked in my eyes yet?</span>” I told her more than asked.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Grace moaned her agreement, quickly bobbing up and down the length of my cock.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>From our online flirtations, she knew that I liked sloppy, wet and loud blowjobs and she more than came through… moaning, sucking, slurping away!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I leaned back, making sure I was getting the whole thing down on tape… (I was gonna come to this for years.)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She took long, fast strokes up and down the length of my cock, then pulled off to catch her breath… <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">her spit spooling out of her mouth and dripping back onto my cock…</span></span></span> then she resumed…. Taking small detours to lick and suck on my balls… until I couldn’t take it any more… I had to taste her!</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I grabbed her by the arm and lifted her up to standing, leaned in, and as she tried to catch her breath, I kissed her for the first time… deep and passionately… playfully nibbling on her lip... then sucking it into my mouth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Tenderly darting my tongue into her mouth and tasting her tongue… my hands lifting up the hem of her dress so that they could rest on her naked hips.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">But as I looked down, I noticed her panties, still mid-thigh, the crotch sporting a damp circle.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I reached down and ripped them off one leg, Grace flinching as I did, and then the other… pulling them up to my nose and inhaling her scent.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Mmm… intoxicating!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I had to share them, so I raised the sticky panties for her to smell and she did one better. She quickly realized what I was doing and took in a deep whiff, licked her lips, and ran her tongue across the creamy panties…. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">It took all I had not to cum right then and there</span></span></span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">…</span></span></span></span><span style="font-weight:normal;font-style:normal"> except that I wanted more of her and her sweet pussy.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">So, I took the panties and stuffed them in her mouth, put my hands on her hips and prompted her to hop up on the hood of the car.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Ordinarily, I like to lick a woman thoroughly before ever taking my cock out… taking my time to tease and taunt her pussy before really digging in... but I couldn’t wait with Grace. Her smoothly shaved slit was already parted after I had taken that one deep stroke. I had already had a fint tease (off her lips in that kiss and off her panties), but I needed to taste her sweet, pink flesh.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I dove in, flicking my tongue across her swollen clit… back and forth… tracing small circles around it… running my tongue up and down the length of her slit… my thumbs parting her…. exposing a sweet little dribble of nectar that ran down her lips and over her little pink rosebud of an asshole.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I lapped it all up, then darted my tongue in and out of her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Her hips bucked and rose to meet my mouth, which was now smeared and dripping with her juices.</span></span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I could tell she was getting close, and I slid my hands under her ass and lifted her pussy up to my face so I could lap at her clit… fast... then slowly… hard… then lightly… mixing up the tempo and motion… feeling her thighs and stomach muscles beginning to twitch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And then, something unexpected happened…</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">A car pulled into the lot… clearly using the empty strip mall as a turnaround, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">the driver stopped and hesitated as their lights slashed across our makeshift set.</span></span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I stood and stared at the driver, who quickly completed their turn and sped off.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Grace sat up and began to peel off her blindfold, but I stopped her…</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">It’s okay, they’re gone… and don’t try and tell me your heart's not pounding… that you’re not more than a little turned on by being watched by a complete strange</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">r!</span>” I teased.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Clearly, she agreed as a broad smile swept across her face and she lay back down, a curled finger beckoning me to resume.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>But I had to be inside her… I had to fuck her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>So, I grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the hood, slapping my cock against her splayed lips… enjoying watching her squirm each time the head made the wet smack against her exposed, swollen clit.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">You’re such a fucking tease</span>,” she purred. </p><p class="MsoNormal">I grabbed her hand and led it down around my cock.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I wanted to watch Grace put me inside her.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>But as she pressed the head of my cock between her lips another car pulled into the lot… or so I thought.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>In fact, it was the same car.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The driver, clearly wanting to see more, parked one row away, cut the engine, but left their lights on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQGs4Wz_fvG_HEqCM7jLIrlyGWLxck4HvJv_ZBIyvAnbKmxFBC6f_h3ttQnV-jc5pHJ4102lr6KROWQnZKQCzhGPdM4wy4vLnPkFEQsOdRGqdwcjo1dkEjvcxZ-GwLG5BPM4RtQoSQEls/s400/christine+headlights.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357732912392840642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">We froze.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Her chest heaved with anxiety.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I looked at her… then at the car… and back… unsure what to do now.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Fuck me!</span>” she commanded.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>“<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Act like they're not here and fuck me!</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Or, better, yet… act like they ARE here and let’s give ‘em a show!</span>”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal">And with that she pushed my cock inside.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I hesitantly started taking small, shallow strokes, unsure if she meant it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>But when she started rubbing her clit and rolling her hips against my thrusts I knew that she was not only okay with it, but that being watched was actually turning her on.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I plunged my cock inside Grace as deeply as I could.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Her back arched, her purrs and moans grew louder and she bit her lip… cooing, “o<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">h… fuck… yes!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">”</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Yeah?</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">You gonna cum for me?</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">You gonna cum ON me?</span>” I not so much asked, as begged.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">She didn’t say anything, but I knew her response.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="">Under the bright headlights </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">it was clear that her chest and neck were flush, her breath shallow, and I could feel her twitching and pulsing around my cock.</span></span></span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She spasmed and clamped down on me and I continued to drive deep inside her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I pulled her hand away, licked my thumb, and began rubbing her clit as I continued to fuck her straight through a second and third set of spasms.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Until her tight grip was too much for me…</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">Sensing that I was about to explode, I pulled out and started stroking quickly with one hand while frantically unbuttoning the top of her sundress… I wanted to cum all over her stomach and the tits I had only seen pictures of until now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>But she had other ideas. She pushed me back, and slid off the hood… crouching in front of me, mouth open and tongue extended.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Let’s give them a show…</span>” she growled and I obeyed, stroking my cock and pointing my cum into her open mouth.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal">Grace licked and lapped at the tip and it spurted both in her mouth, down her chin and neck and ran down into her still half-unbuttoned cleavage.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal">When I stopped, she took me once in her mouth, deep, sucking out any last possible drop, before rising to her feet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She whipped off her blindfold and stared straight at the peeping tom who quickly backed out his car and peeled off.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>As I caught my breath, she licked her lips, we made eye contact for the first time, she glanced at the still rolling camera and said,</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">I’m gonna want a copy of that!</span>”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <!--EndFragment-->Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13631684981008699946noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065923508186137184.post-66540044955715058672009-07-10T16:08:00.000-07:002009-07-13T15:08:58.456-07:00An Actor Prepares..<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:14px;">*<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Editor's note: Thought I'd start with one I already had in the can. This really happened, but a few years back, when I was an undergrad... this is the story of the girl who showed me that sex didn't have to be vanilla...</span>*</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:14px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:14px;">Today I’m a director, but in college I was an aspiring actor. Perhaps not the best, but certainly not the worst, either. In my senior year, I got my big chance - a lead role in a romantic comedy. It was a great role and chance to showcase my talents for the local LA talent agents and producers. Best of all, I was cast opposite Leslie, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">a petite sophomore pixie who looked like the spiting image of Audrey Hepburn</span></span></span></span></span>. (She’s gone on to have pretty good success on a couple of WB shows, so I’ll change her name for everyone’s sake [though I wish I could tell the whole world]). <br /><br />So, “Leslie” and I had pretty good chemistry and shared a passion for the play. We worked hard on the show, getting together before and after rehearsals to go over our lines. But I didn’t think too much of it, I knew she had a boyfriend - a frat boy named Brad. This was just work. Nothing more, nothing less. Still, I have to confess I was a little excited when she invited me over to rehearse lines on a Saturday night. <br /><br />When I got to her dorm, I was pleasantly surprised to find that she had a private studio. I was even more encouraged by the fact that she was wearing a tiny pair of pink, silk pajama shorts and matching top. For the first time <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I began to notice how great she smelled, how strikingly green her eyes were – how perfectly smooth her skin was</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">.</span> <br /><br />Before I could get settled in, she propped open the window, lit a cigarette and pulled a bottle of wine out of her mini fridge.<br /><br />“Working tools,” she claimed.<br /><br />Despite being two years her senior, I suddenly realized that not only was she out of my league, (like I said, she’s model gorgeous) but she was much cooler than I’d ever be. I played along, downing a few glasses of merlot and running lines for the better part of an hour. That is, until I spilled part of my third glass on my shirt. <br /><br />I told her it was no big deal; I’d throw the shirt out when I got home. But she insisted on giving me one of her boyfriend’s oxfords. I wasn’t too comfortable with the idea, knowing that frat guys can be pretty possessive about their girlfriends – I thought it was dicey enough being alone with her in her room on a Saturday night. But that made me think, “What was she doing home alone?” I asked why she wasn’t with him.<br /><br />“He’s an asshole, Fuck him. And you can burn his shirt for all I care,” was her explanation. It was good enough for me.<br /><br />That was it. Nothing more came of it that night. But I was encouraged to find that she and “frat boy” were done. Or so I thought. The next day I saw them walking across campus, hand in hand, and I knew I was stupid to even get my hopes up. I buried my nose in the text, worked night and day to get agents to the show and delivered a performance that garnered solid reviews and, eventually, landed me my first agent.<br /><br />The final night of the run, Leslie and I met behind the curtain and went through our performance rituals. A few vocal warm ups, and a quick hug before the curtain went up. But that night the hug lasted a second or two longer than usual. Initially, I didn’t think anything of it. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Her heart was clearly beating fast as she held me tight</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">.</span> I looked down to see that she was alright and she was staring up at me with her big green eyes, tears welling in the corners. I assumed she was just going to miss doing the show with me. Actors and actresses get that way about closing performances. But as I opened my mouth to say something comforting to her, she put her hands on my face, drew me in and kissed me deeply – her tongue expertly darting in and out of my mouth. Now it was my heart that was pounding. But before I could say or do anything, the lights came up and she pushed me on stage. Let’s just say that in that night’s performance, the comedy was a little forced, but the romance came easy. <br /><br />When the curtain finally closed, I rushed to my dressing room, not sure what I should do. Again, she was one step ahead of me. She came in very casually, sat down and began taking off her make-up. Before I could say anything, she apologized.<br /><br />“I shouldn’t have done that. That wasn’t very fair. I just broke up with Brad and you were there and the excitement of closing and… I just got carried away. I’m sorry,” she shrugged.<br /><br />Needless to say, I was crushed. Over the six weeks of rehearsal I had come to love our meetings, her scent, her laugh, her pixie-like grin – I had fallen for her hard. But I sucked it up and played it off as best I could. Trying to be big about the whole thing, I invited her to a party my roommates and I were throwing later that night. In yet another crushing blow, she said she’d try, but couldn’t guarantee anything. Here I was getting played by a 19 year old. I couldn’t have felt much worse on what should have been a great night.<br /><br />Back at our apartment, with a few drinks in me, everything was alright. That is, until the door rang at a few minutes before 2am. Leslie had shown up after all. She barged in, grabbed my hand, proclaiming that she couldn’t stay long, but that she needed to talk in private. My roommates, Jessica and Jamie, looked a little perturbed, but were also a little impressed that <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">this hot girl was dragging me into my bedroom</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">.</span> <br /><br />As I stepped inside, she closed the door behind me and locked the door. She had my attention.<br /><br />“Look, what I did tonight was really, really shitty. First, for kissing you like that and then for telling you that it was nothing.”<br /><br />She slid off her shoe and unzipped her leather jacket.<br /><br />“I do like you. I just thought it was too fast for me to be getting into anything after Brad. But that’s a fucked up thing for me to do to you.”<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I quickly saw that she wasn’t wearing a shirt</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">.</span> Her chest was nearly flat, but her huge, puffy nipples darted out from behind her coat when she reached down to pull of her other shoe.<br /><br />“You’ve been so good to me. Listening to all that shit about me and Brad.”<br /><br />She removed the second shoe and let the jacket fall to the ground. There she was, her taut, nubile frame fully exposed, save for the short, schoolgirl miniskirt that barely covered her panties.<br /><br />Okay, this girl had blown my mind several times over by this point, but what she said next took the cake.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">“So what do you say I make it up to you by sucking your dick?”</span><br /></span></span><br />She knelt down on the ground before me.<br /><br />“Better yet, why don’t you fuck my mouth? You’d probably like that more, wouldn’t you?”<br /><br />She clasped her hands behind her back, closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide. When I didn’t immediate respond (I was still in shock), she took charge.<br /><br />“That’s cool. I don’t mind doing the work.”<br /><br />With that, she leaned forward onto the bed and began unbuttoning my jeans. With that pixie grin stretched from ear to ear she asked,<br /><br />“So, what ya thinking about?”<br /><br />“Just… how beautiful you are,” I managed to stammer out. <br /><br />She was on to me, <br /><br />“Corny... but sweet. No, I imagine you’re wondering if I’ll let you cum in my mouth… Don’t worry, I will.”<br /><br />She reached into my jeans and pulled out my swollen cock.<br /><br />“In fact, you can cum in my mouth, on my face, in my pussy or my ass… whatever you want. I’m gonna be your own personal slut. You’ve earned it.”<br /><br />And with that she bent forward, lowering her lips to the tip of my throbbing dick. She swirled her tongue in circles around the ridge of the head, saliva dripping down on my cock all the while. When she pulled up, a string of pre-cum and saliva arched from her mouth to my dick. I thought I was going to explode right there.<br /><br />“That is, if you’ll have me,” she teased. <br /><br />I nodded my consent and she lowered back down, this time taking the length of my shaft in her mouth. As she bobbed up and down on my cock, she reached out for my hand. I took it and locked my fingers in hers, the way my last girlfriend and I had when we used to make love. But Leslie quickly took my hand and led it to the back of her head. She clearly wanted me in the driver’s seat.<br /><br />To get a bit more leverage, I pushed to my feet and Leslie dutifully kept my dick in her mouth the whole time. I began to take deep strokes in and out of her mouth and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">she purred along, like she couldn’t get enough</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">.</span> But when I saw little tears forming in the corners of her eyes, I quickly pulled out.<br /><br />“Don’t stop now,” she pleaded. “Cum for me, please.”<br /><br />I didn’t need any more encouragement. I jammed my dick down her throat and started fucking her mouth like there was no tomorrow, my balls slapping her chin, her fingernails digging into my thighs. With one last thrust I let out a healthy groan and filled her mouth with what felt like the biggest orgasm of my life.<br /><br />For a moment or two I was in a complete fog. I looked down and those eyes were still staring up at me, her lips locked around my cock. I pulled myself out and she let my cum spill out her mouth, down her neck and all over those tiny little tits. Her lips glistening with my cum, she spread that wide grin again and sheepishly exclaimed,<br /><br />“Oops, I must be full.” <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">This girl was too much for me</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">.</span> <br /><br />I quickly looked for a towel or sock or something for her to clean up with, but she stopped me quick.<br /><br />“No point in cleaning up when we’re just getting started. Now, I expect you’re gonna wanna fuck me, but it’ll take a few moments for you to get hard again.”<br /><br />Maintaining eye contact the whole time, she reached down, swiped a little cum off her nipple (which was bursting out like a bullet at this point) and proceeded to lick it off her fingers.<br /><br />“Mmmm. If I taste half as good as you do, you’re in for a treat.”<br /><br />She stood up. Peeled off her panties from underneath her skirt and led me back to the bed. By this point I was starting to get a bit of confidence. I fell on top of her and quickly grabbed her wrists, holding them high above her head as I kissed my way down her neck. My quickly recuperating cock slid across the inside of her thigh and she moaned as I bit into the side of her neck.<br /><br />“So, you do like being in charge, eh?”<br /><br />Sure, who doesn’t I thought. She reached over and pulled the belt out of my jeans and demanded,<br /><br />“Then tie me up and do whatever you want with me.”<br /><br />She stuck her hands through the spokes in my headboard and waited. What the hell, I thought, and cinched the strap around her wrists. There she was, this girl I had been obsessing over for the past six weeks – <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">nearly naked, covered in my cum and begging for more.</span></span></span> I could tell she was pleased as I took a moment to scan her body with my eyes. I slid off my shoes and removed the jeans crumpled around my ankles.<br /><br />Again, I started from the top and licked my way down, pausing at her nipples which I rolled over with my tongue and nibbled on until they puffed up like ripe plums. She arched her back and pushed her little tities into my mouth and gasped and my teeth dug into her flesh.<br /><br />“Oh, fuck,” she cried. “Suck my cunt now. Suck it!”<br /><br />I sidled down by her side and ran my fingers over her hips, undid the clasp on her skirt and let the fabric fall away – exposing a beautifully groomed little package. She was mostly shaved; her lips weren’t pronounced at all – just a smooth slit in her mound, topped off by a whisp of silky-smooth, sandy blonde hair. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I ran my middle finger up and down the length of her slit and then used both hands to split her open – like a juicy orange being sectioned</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">.</span> Again, she gasped and rolled her hips in a circular motion. <br /><br />Inside, she was pink and sticky. I wasted no time throwing her leg over my shoulder and burying my tongue deep inside her eager cunt. She instantly began shaking and a creamy white fluid began oozing out of her.<br /><br />“Stick your finger in my ass,” she commanded.<br /><br />I gladly complied, whispering, “You are a dirty little whore, aren’t you?”<br /><br />She quickly raised her head and opened her eyes for the first time since I had strapped her to the bed. Clearly, I had crossed a line and the fun was over.<br /><br />“Let me set you straight. I am not 'a' dirty little whore. I’m 'your' dirty little whore. Now hurry up and fuck my dirty little cunt with your dirty cock,” she winked.<br /><br />I rolled off her and scrambled for a condom in the nightstand.<br /><br />“Don’t worry about that,” she said. “I’m protected and besides, you’re gonna want to feel just how tight my pussy is.”<br /><br />“Thanks, but no thanks.” The offer was inviting, but I quickly found what I was looking for.<br /><br />“Okay,” she pouted, “but at least let me put it on.”<br /><br />I gladly untied her and swapped positions. There is nothing I love more than to watch a tiny girl ease her way onto my cock and then bounce up and down on me.<br /><br />“But you gotta let me tie you up.”<br /><br />Again, not a problem if she wants to do all the work. So with my cock jutting into the air, she strapped me down and then made her way down to my dick. She licked at it and sucked it down, making huge, slurping sounds that got me going even more. Meanwhile, she expertly peeled the package open and slid the sheath over my shaft. She stroked it a few times and then positioned herself on top of me. Hand over hand she continued to work me until I felt a tight pressure and then I was in. Except something was off. It was too good – too tight, too hot, too wet. I open my eyes and there she was, smiling and holding the condom in her mouth. She spit it out.<br /><br />“You can’t decide if you’re so pissed you wanna stop or if you wanna fuck the shit out of my tight little, juicy twat. Am I wrong?”<br /><br />She wasn’t wrong. I was enraged, but <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">h</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">er pussy was pure velvety goodness.</span></span></span></span></span><br /><br />“In fact,” she continued, “the danger makes it even better doesn’t it?”<br /><br />I couldn’t say anything, and I didn’t have to. She continued to grind on my cock slowly.<br /><br />“Are you angry? Are you mad? Did I do a bad thing?,” she purred. <br /><br />She climbed off me, sat her juicy lips down on my face before untying me. I wanted to show more restraint, but I couldn’t help lapping up those sweet juices. As she climbed off me, she turned around on all fours, offered up her ass and suggested,<br /><br />“Maybe you should teach me a lesson. You’re right, If I’m gonna act like a dirty bitch, you should treat me like one,” and again she waved her ass in the air. <br /><br />Without any further prompting, I squared up behind her, dug my fingers under the ridge of her hips and plowed my cock into her sweet hole. I was angry and I took it out on her pussy, slapping her clit hard with my balls on each stroke.<br /><br />“So, you want me to fuck you like a little bitch, do you?” I tried to act as mean as I could, but truth be told – I was never gonna be cast as the heavy.<br /><br />“No, I think I need to be punished more,” she whimpered. <br /><br />She reached back between her legs, pulled my cock out and positioned it against her asshole.<br /><br />“Do what ya gotta do or I’ll never learn my lesson.”<br /><br />Leslie may have been crazy, but in this moment I was under her spell. None of my other girlfriends had let me fuck them in the ass, much less begged for it – I wasn’t about to pass up this opportunity. I leaned forward, spit onto my cock and pushed forward slowly. Leslie put her head down, closed her eyes and dug her nails into the bedding.<br /><br />“Don’t worry, I’ll take it slowly,” I assured her.<br /><br />“No!” she shot back. “Use me like the little bitch I am. 'Your' bitch. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Fuck me like you own me!</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">”</span><br /><br />I wouldn’t have expected it, but her submissiveness really turned me on and sure enough, I plowed into her ass as she let out a huge squeal. I could hear my roommate’s drunken giggles outside the door, but I didn’t care. I was on the home stretch now and I was going to have one hell of a story to tell them tomorrow. I pounded away at Leslie’s ass for a few minutes, until she begged to get on top. I thought this meant my first anal experience was over, but she quickly straddled me and positioned my dick against her now well-lubricated ass. She slid down on me and then put what little weight she had on me, pinning my wrists down and pumping her hips on me. She looked me in the eyes and started repeating,<br /><br />“Cum in me. Cum in my ass.”<br /><br />Again, my roommates giggled.<br /><br />Leslie leaned down and whispered in my ear, “They’re just jealous ‘cause you’re not fucking them. Cum in me. Cum in my ass.”<br /><br />With Leslie looking deep in my eyes, I let loose the biggest torrent of cum inside her. And every 10 to 15 seconds another wave shot through me and she took them all with a smile on her face. When I finally finished, she eased off me and let the cum drip out of her onto my still throbbing dick. In one final mind-blowing act, she moved down to lick the pool of cum off of me. I couldn’t believe it, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">she really was my little whore</span></span></span>. The sight was too much for me and a grabbed a fistful of her hair and guided her mouth around my dick where I let loose a final spurt. She swallowed it down and looked up at me with a grin,<br /><br />“Now you’re getting the hang of it. This was a good place to start.”<br /><br />To “start” I thought....?</span></div>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13631684981008699946noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065923508186137184.post-32973446707558879622009-07-10T16:03:00.000-07:002009-07-10T16:07:21.544-07:00Alrighty, so... here goes!I love sex. I love to write. Sometimes, I combine the two. Inspired by a group of sexually-minded bloggers I've recently encountered, I thought I'd give it a shot. Let me know what you think... let me know if you have any themes you'd like me to explore or if you'd like to be included in a "choose your own fantasy" ;-) Most of all... enjoy!<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13631684981008699946noreply@blogger.com0