About 6 o’clock, I took another shower to refresh me and rinse off, and got dressed. Given that Mattie was planning on the bathhouse scene from his party, I dressed in a navy blue jock strap, enjoying the snugness is provided my cock and balls, a pair of Levi’s, white tee shirt and my tan contractor steel toe boots. I looked in the mirror and flashed back to Mattie’s party from years ago – and I was dressed just about the same. Perfect for what I figured this evening would be.
I got to Mattie’s house just a few minutes before 7:00, punctual and as requested. I rang the bell and waiting. A few moments later, a lithe young man, no more than 24 or 25, answered the door, wearing nothing but a pair of mesh shorts. The crotch area had a slightly sheer nylon patch, trying to keep his cock from view. “You must be Chris! Come on in! Mattie is expecting you!”
He led me through the house towards the back yard. There were pockets of men around, some fully clothed, some in shorts and tank tops, a few in towels and some just buck assed naked, cocks dangling or bobbing about. “Typical Mattie party” I thought to myself. All of the TVs were on and different porn videos were showing in each room – ranging from vanilla sex scenes to hard-core flogging and bondage shots. My cock stirred a bit in my jeans, enjoying the sites and sounds emanating from the sets.
I was led to the yard area, which had been lit with Tiki torches, forming a pathway to the detached garage; the door to the garage was open and I could see dim lights glowing from within. Mattie lived in an older section of town – full of big houses on even bigger lots. Most of the properties were about a half an acre in size – many owners had added a 2nd house in the back as a guest accommodation or a rental property. Mattie’s was still one of the few in the neighborhood with just the one house on it. He’d added a 2nd garage in the back, as well as having a small cabana type house built near the pool – with tea house style walls of doors that could open the space completely to the yard, creating an outdoor living room.
I could see people milling about in the yard area, similar to the views from inside. A few had even jumped in the pool, swimming in Speedos, jocks or nothing at all. I was mentally counting the number of guys, realizing that there were probably 40 guys here already! There was laughter and music coming from the open door to the 2nd garage, and I heard Mattie squeal with glee as some joke was told. The boy led me to the cabana and told me that Mattie was waiting for me in the garage, but I needed to change. I knew exactly what he meant, entered the cabana and stripped down to my jock and my boots – just like the old days.
I headed to the garage, and Mattie met me at the door. “Christopher! Darling! There you are! I was beginning to think that little punk had spirited you away for his own enjoyment! I would have snatched that little boy bald and shaved his pubes – except that they’re already all shaved!” Mattie pulled me into the garage, and the night from our past sprang to life before me. He’d recreated the main room of The Muscle Den in his garage, with couches placed around the space, framing a center area, lit from above. There was a group of televisions along one wall, showing different movies like the ones inside, a small bar area and a group of guys all standing around, again, in various states of undress. It was like a trip back in time, and I felt a tug of sorrow, remembering the night I’d met Andreas. But, this was a party and I wasn’t about to be sad.
“So, darling! What do you think? I did good, didn’t I?” Mattie was beaming, all smiles and glowing eyes.
“Yes, Mattie, you did wonderful. But, where’s my champagne?” I smile back at Mattie; glad he’d gone through all this trouble for me.
“Darling! Oh! Bobby! Bobby?” he called out. “Where is our guest of honor’s drink? I told you that you need to make sure that ALL of his needs are met tonight. Do you understand?” The young man that had met me at the door was standing before Mattie, nodding his head. He quickly moved to the bar, poured a glass of champagne and returned, offering the glass to me. “That’s better,” Mattie purred, stroking Bobby’s crotch through the shorts. The young man’s cock swelled under the tight nylon fabric, stretching the mesh sides. His cock was clearly outlined by the fabric, showing a long, but thin shaft and head. A bit of pre-cum blossomed across the fabric, showing that he was at least horny and ready to go.
Mattie was telling me how he’d been longing to throw a party like this, something harkening back to the days when AIDS and HIV hadn’t been heard of yet – a party of free booze, free sex, just freedom. But, however, it was also a party with a conscience – boxes of condoms and bottles of lube were freely distributed throughout the space, acknowledging the presence of the epidemics and hinting that Barebacking was allowed. Even all of the porn vids flickering across the screens showed the models plugging asses, all the while, little woodie was all suited up and wearing his latex slicker
I was amazed at the results of Mattie’s careful planning. He’d spared nearly no expense, even somehow recreating the Muscle Den’s signs – an erotically artful image of a big, beefy muscle guy plugging the rounded bubble butt on an equally muscular guy, bent over at the waist, his upper body ‘resting’ on the end of the word Den. I missed the feel of the Muscle Den – it had closed over a dozen years ago, brought down by the stigma and the fear of AIDS in those days of hot and easy sex.
We’d all gone there on the closing day, hosting a farewell party for the end of an era; the end of our innocence (and lack thereof), the end of our freedoms. It was a grand idea, but it was ultimately too late and the club left with a pop instead of a BANG! Too many faces were gone, too many soon to leave. It was bittersweet, knowing how many were gone and not knowing how many were yet to fall. Now, the building was used as a storage space for a big furniture chain. I doubt anybody there knew of the hot times and lustful carnal pleasures that had taken place on those same concrete floors.
I came back to reality, with Mattie blissfully unaware of my vacation to memory land. He wanted me to mingle, explore, and “for God’s sake! Have fun! Get laid! Fuck a dozen guys! This is a party!” He whished away towards the yard, grabbing young Bobby by his hard cock and dragging him off to spread cheer and sex – and maybe a few ass cheeks with his cock.
I glanced around the room, seeing faces of people I recognized from the bars and around town. I headed into the house, looking for a bit of a snack, meeting friends and acquaintances along the way, gathering birthday wishes and kisses, as well as a few gropes and grabs. I exchanged my champagne for a rum & coke at the bar in the yard area, hosted by a very sexy, and very naked, muscled stud boy, no doubt a ‘business associate’ of Mattie’s. Mattie had branched out from fashion years ago, getting involved in the porn movie and magazine industry. As a producer, he had an eye for details – and an eye for incredibly hot and hung models – and always was surrounded by sexy young guys hoping for a chance on his movie and photography shoots, even if they did have to stop at his casting couch along the way.
I wandered around the party, looking at many of the now completely naked men, many of them involved in duos, 3 ways and more, fucking and sucking with abandon. It was like watching a porn video in real life – with no annoying camera angles, crappy dialogue or bad performances. I lingered a while in the recreated Muscle Den for a while, enjoying the show of p guys laying in a circle, each sucking on the cock of the man next to him, all expertly swallowing massive members with talented tongues. My own cock stirred in my jock, tenting the mesh fabric and pulling at the elastic, allowing my balls to slip out the underside. I headed out to the cabana, stripping my jock from my torso, letting my hardening cock swing free. I stuffed the jock into my jeans, folded on a chair and headed back to the yard for a refill of my cocktail.
I picked up my new drink as a voice called out “Happy Birthday, Christopher!” I turned and saw the waiter from the restaurant, Joshua, standing a few feet away, dressed in a snug, white posing strap – just a pouch with a waistband, his cock and balls filling the pouch out nicely. He had a small box in his hands, wrapped in brightly colored paper.
“Uh… Hi… thanks!” I stammered, now feeling slightly ashamed as my nakedness. My cock had softened some while walking around, but it was now growing fuller again, rising from my loins, engorging with lust. I could feel my cheeks flush a bit as I looked towards those beautiful Emerald eyes. “Um… Do you want a drink?” I motioned to the bartender, standing behind me.
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“Sure. Can I have a beer?” he asked of the bartender, looking over my shoulder. “I’m starting to feel a little overdressed. Oh! And, here… this is for you,” he said, handing me the package.
I looked down at the box, taking it from his hands. “Thanks!” I said, not wanting to take my eyes of his body. His broad shoulders and chest were covered with a light coat of dark hair, matching his goatee and head. His nipples popped on his pecs, protruding through the layer of curly dark hair that stood out against his dark skin. The hair thinned as it went down his body, creating an arrow-like shape that disappeared into his crotch. His legs were firm and muscular, showing that he worked out regularly. There coarse hair flowed from his loins, down his thighs and over his calves. “Um…. Should I open this now?” I asked, trying to make us both feel a bit more comfortable. I held the box lower, trying to block my hardening cock from his line of sight. Of course, that was counter-productive, as his eyes kept glancing to the box as we talked.
“Sure, go ahead,” he nodded towards the package, which was doing a worse job of hiding my own package than I had hoped. “I hope you like it.” I glanced down at the box and tore at the paper. I opened the box and inside was a model of the same kind of car that I drove. “I saw you pull away from the diner, and then I saw this later today and figured it worked.” I pulled the toy car from the box, setting my drink on the bar. It was one of those metal and plastic motorized cars that they sell at the swap meets and toy stores. It was a perfect scale model of my own car, right down to the color of the body and the hard little plastic interior.
“Wow! This is cool! I’ve never gotten anything like this before! Thanks.” I nodded to him, showing my appreciation. My cock was still in full erection mode, getting harder by the minute and harder to hide. I was pleased to look at Joshua’s pouch and noticed his cock stirring in the fabric, as well. “Let me go and put this with my stuff.” I grabbed my drink and motioned towards the cabana house. “I can just think of where to keep this in my house.” I crossed the lawn, skirting the pool area. There were 2 young hunks lying on their backs on pool floats, as 2 other guys were standing in the pool, sucking on their cocks. Another couple was on the stairs of the shallow end, a muscle bound youth pounding deep and hard on another stud’s ass. Both were moaning softly, enjoying the pleasures of the night.
I stepped into the cabana and headed towards the chair my clothes were on. Joshua followed behind, commenting “Wow! This is a really great place your pal has. I was kind of scared when he came back and talked to me as you guys were leaving. He told me that there was a party tonight and that he wanted me to be there. I had started to say no, but he told me that it was your 40th birthday today and that you’d be a special guest of honor. I couldn’t refuse.”
I turned to thank him, and noticed that he’d closed the door to the room. His cock was jutting out as far as the cotton pouch would allow, and a smile was crossing his luscious lips. “Besides, I knew this would be a chance that I could see you again.” He slipped a hand under the elastic of his strap and slid it down his legs. His cock pulled free from the fabric and was glistening with moisture. His pubes were trimmed up and his balls were shaved – a combination I found instantly appealing. I’ve never been much for perfectly shaved guys – reminds me too much of when we were all 10! – or the total opposite: a mangled mass of curly hair, spread across the balls and surrounding the cock like an overgrown lawn. No, I preferred a slight trimming here and there, the pubes then framing the cock and balls like a lion’s mane.
He stepped towards me, his cock bobbing in the night air. His balls hung below his engorged member, swaying with his step. He had no tan lines, and his brown complexion glistened in the dim lights. He reached out and grabbed my cock in one hand, my neck in the other. He pulled me close and kissed me, slipping his tongue between my lips. I closed my eyes, feeling the heat of our bodies wash over me. His cock rubbed up against mine, a thick 8 inches of Latin heat. I kissed him back, my hands reaching for his body, feeling his back, his ass, his chest. My hands slid over his body, like an explorer to a new world, feeling and caressing the plains of his abs and the mountains of his flesh.
I pulled back from him, a bridge of saliva between our lips. I looked into his eyes, watching a fire burn deep in his those emerald beauties. My cock throbbed with desire, twitching each time our dicks touched. He leaned back to me and kissed me again, planting kisses on my lips, my face; slowly kissing his way down my chin and neck, across my chest, licking my abs as he worked towards my cock.
“Damn!” he said, before swallowing my hard shaft with his lips. His goatee tickled as he slid down my shaft, taking it deep in his mouth. His tongue slide around the pulsing meat in his mouth, savoring the flavor my cock gave him. He moaned deep down, sending waves of pleasure through my cock, as he sucked it long and hard. His hands slid along my torso, rubbing my abs and pecs, brushing against my nipples. His tongue worked the shaft of my cock as he slowly worked his lips along the length of it. I moaned as his tongue flicked across the head, tasting the slit, my fingers pulling on his hair.
He sucked on my shaft, drawing me closer and closer to shooting my hot cum into his mouth. He kept sucking me closer and closer to climax, backing off at the right moment, only to drive me closer to the edge again. He pulled my cock from his mouth looking up at my face. His face glistened in the light, a fine coat of sweat covering his features. “Fuck, you’re so hot!” I gasped, meaning both his expertise at sucking a cock and at his beautiful face and body. “And I could get lost in those deep eyes!”
He stood, kissing me hard on the lips again, and I could taste my cock on his tongue. “I want you in me” he spoke softly through our kisses. “I want your cock buried deep in my ass – fucking me until we both burn with orgasm!” He led me towards the futon in the room and we fell on top of it kissing and caressing each other. Just as it had been in the garage turned Muscle Den, there were condoms and lube on the tables in the Cabana. He reached for the lube, applying it to my cock, rubbing up and down the shaft and around the head. I pulled open the foil packet and placed the condom on my cock. He slid his hand up and rolled the condom down my pulsing shaft. It felt so good, feeling his hand along my cock, warming the lube with his heat. I warmed some lube in my own hands and worked it around his ass, slipping a finger into his hot hole.
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He moaned with pleasure, guttural grunts coming from deep inside, as I used my fingers to fuck his hole, loosening the tight muscle for my hard cock. He writhed beneath me, his body arching up to meet mine. I lifted his legs and pushed the tip of my dick against his ass. “Are you ready?” I asked as I teased his ass with the head of my dick.
“Oh, fuck, man! Stick that cock in my ass! I want to feel your lust, your passion, deep in my hole!” I pressed the head further against his ass and slowly sank into his chute. Slowly, I thrust my cock deeper and deeper, grinding into his pulsing ass. He pulled my cock deeper into his ass, grinding his hips in rhythm with mine. I pulled my cock out and slipped it right back in again, feeling him quiver beneath me. “Fuck me, man! Fill me with your cock!”
I continued pushing my cock into his ass, deeper and faster with each passing moment. We matched each other’s rhythms, his ass pulling my cock deeper in as I drove it deeper into his ass. He was stroking his hard cock in time with each thrust, pulling the skin tight, drawing his balls up and down against my stomach. Each grind and thrust, each pull and pound, driving us closer and closer to orgasm, moans and groans falling from our lips. With each thrust, we came closer to spilling our lust and culminating our lust.
I felt my cum churning in my balls, pushing for release. Joshua’s breathing came harder and faster as he stroked his cock and I filled his ass. “Oh, God! Fuck yeah!” he yelled as the first drops of cum escaped his cock. My own orgasm was beginning and I pulled my pulsing cock from his ass, whipping the condom off and to the floor. My hot cum shot out of my cock, landing on his abs. His own cock twitched and shook as he stroked shot after shot of his creamy jizz from deep inside his balls. Our cum pooled on his abs and chest, mixing together and becoming one. We shuddered with each escaping load of sperm, finally collapsing in a heap on the futon.
We lay there for a while, content and satisfied from our fucking. Each moment we lingered, we could hear the sounds of sex outside in the yard – as the pool boys fucked and sucked their orgasms from each other, filling the night with their heated sexual mating. Joshua and I curled on the cushions, dozing in our post coital bliss; enjoying the heat flowing from our bodies; our lust momentarily spent. We fell asleep, out bodies entwined, limbs wrapped about torsos, hands grasping hands.
The intercom buzzed on the table next to my head. I slowly opened my eyes, the brightness of the morning shining through the fabric covered glass doors. I pushed the talk button, and mumbled “Hello?”
“There you are! I couldn’t find you last night! The last I time I saw you was in the Muscle Den, surrounded by all those other men. I, um… Well, I had other guests to attend to, if you know what I mean?”
“Yes, Mattie, I understand. I saw that hot little guest you attended to. Was he as pretty in bed as he was out of it?”
“Oh, you know, he was… Latin… And he was hot, let me tell you! But I guess you had some fun too, or did you go into the Zen of Masturbation routine again? Oh, God! Please tell me you’re not stroking your cock in the morning light again! That is just SO pathetic!”
“No, you old queen. What if I told you that there was some hot little thing lying here with me, spent and exhausted from a night of fucking hard? I mean, you could have interrupted while our cocks rose with the sun, filling the voids of darkness and night!”
“Oh, puh-leeze! Don’t make me come down there and …”
Joshua sat up slightly. “Don’t you dare come down here now! I’ve got a cock that needs attention and we don’t want to be disturbed!” he interrupted Mattie’s harangue. He pulled my hand from the intercom as we both started to laugh. We kissed longingly as our cocks hardened and grew between our bodies, our sexual warmth growing and spreading like the new morning light.
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Notice : This one is for the ladies !!!
The Rule of Blowjobs for Women
The art of oral pleasure goes far beyond the three T’s: tips, tricks and techniques. They can be useful, sure, and definitely fun to learn and try. But tips and tricks are just that – and employing them without any true emotion leaves a woman feeling like a whore (and not in a good way) or a drone/robot, and a man feeling empty - literally and figuratively, if you’ve brought the blowjob to its usual conclusion. So the first rule of blowjobs is never do anything you don’t really want to do. The second rule of blowjobs is… never do anything you don’t want to do. The third and only other rule of blowjobs? It’s all about the pleasure – his and yours. Everything else is frosting on the cake. So here comes the frosting…
She Likes It, She Really Likes It!
This is the single most important part of the blowjob. The pleasure you take in giving it. When a man is in this position, he is at his most vulnerable. He is open and exposed to you. (Remember, your vagina doesn’t have teeth!) For me, this amount of trust is breathtaking and beyond arousing. I always take it as the profound and delightful gift it is.
Cleanliness is Next to…
Many women hesitate to perform fellatio because of the smell or taste. Personally, I love that particularly masculine scent, but if it turns you off, don’t worry, warm water and a washcloth are a great way to start a blowjob, and the rough cloth and some gentle rubbing and squeezing will go a long way toward getting him hard. Don’t make a big deal out of it. Just make it part of foreplay.
Slow and Steady Wins the Race
Tease. Spend time. Don’t just start out like a Hoover on overdrive. Tickle his thighs with your fingernails. Kiss his chest and belly. Lick the inside of his thighs. Nibble and suck on his balls. (Careful! Some guys are too sensitive here for this.) Avoid the cock for a while. Then play with the shaft (which is much less sensitive than the head) before moving on to the top.
Breast Obsessed
You’ve got them – don’t forget to use them! Their size and shape don’t matter – rub them over his chest and belly on your way down to the promised land. Drag them over his cock. Press his cock between them for a moment and try to reach it with your tongue. Slap your nipples with the head. Rub pre-cum over them. (You can rub the final cum over them, too, but we’ll talk about that later!)
Pant Rant
Follow his breath, not your own. I admit, sucking cock turns me on. Sometimes it gets me more aroused than even he is at the moment! (Hey, I’m an excitable girl, what can I say?) So a good rule of thumb is to follow his breath. Match your rhythm, whether mouth or hand, with how fast he’s breathing, speeding up as he does, and you’ll pretty much be on target.
Equipment Tips
The cock is basic: head, shaft, testicles. The shaft has the least amount of nerve endings amongst the three. The balls are very sensitive, but in a different way from the head. Think of the cock head as your clit. If he’s uncircumcised, it’s really quite similar, because his foreskin serves to protect the deliciously sensitive nub underneath. If he’s circumcised, the most sensitive part of the cock is usually what’s called the frenulum—that arrow-shaped V on the underside at the tip.
But just like us girls, guys really like the build up, so remember to tease, follow his breath, and make him wait for it. Use his foreskin (if he still has it) to caress the cock head, up and down. Even if he’s cut, there’s usually still enough loose skin left on the shaft to bring it up and tease the head of the cock. Guys like that. It’s what stroking is all about.
Sleek Technique
This is really the least important part of the blowjob. Tips and techniques are secondary, and they vary so much, depending on the man involved. I’ve known men who have balls so sensitive they can’t have to stand them touched, let alone sucked and licked. On the other end of the spectrum, I’ve known men who get off on having them scratched, pulled and twisted. There are men who love blowjobs with no hands – they want all mouth. There are those who get off on the hand and mouth coordination. Some love to be sucked hard as a Hoover. Others like it light and slow, even at the end. And there’s every part of the spectrum in between. The variations are endless. Truly, just endless.
That said, here are some techniques you can try. It’s all one grand, messy, delightful experiment, so get in there and enjoy!
Lube Tube
That’s right, they do sell edible lube. Want to give him a real treat? Squirt some into your mouth before you take him in. But if you’re not into lube, then you’ll have to do it naturally. The good news is, once you have something in your mouth, your body associates it with food and you will start salivating. A lot. Just let it happen and use your spit. Some men like you to actually spit on their cock. Find out if he likes this. Do it. It can be really hot.
The Ice Cream Man
Yep, just what it sounds like. He’s the delicious cone that’s come to you on a hot, muggy day, and you’re going to lick him until he’s all gone spent! Pretend he’s an ice cream cone and you’re smoothing your tongue around the head, catching the drips down the cone shaft. Do this for a while and see what the reaction is. When he can’t stand it anymore, move onto something else.
It’s OK
Put your thumb and forefinger in that “OK” position, then use it to circle the base of his cock. This is your base position, from which all hand strokes come. You can close all your fingers around him at some point and give him the full squeeze, but always remember to go back to “OK.”
Giving him the shaft
Just because it has the fewest nerve endings doesn’t mean it should be ignored. Think of your inner and outer vaginal lips… they’re nowhere near as sensitive as your clit, but it does feel good to have them licked and sucked. The same goes for the shaft. Spend some time there, licking, squeezing, rubbing. I like to press the head against his belly and rub the underside of the shaft with my palm – or my breasts. Use your imagination!
Chipmunk Cheeks
Turn your head a little when you’re sucking him. This gives him a different sensation (the smooth wall of your cheek) and it also gives him the wonderful illusion that his cock is just too big for your mouth!
Humming
Just what it sounds like. Take him into your mouth and hummmmmmm. The sensation is incredible. Just remember to use one basic tone. Don’t start humming Yankee Doodle Dandy, or it’s bound to break the mood.
The Eyes Have It
I’ve rarely heard this one disputed. Men are visual. They want to see your adoring eyes looking up at them while their cock is buried in your mouth. They want to see the smile, the hunger, the greed in your eyes at every moment. It’s a big turn-on and a reassurance that you are, in fact, connected and really enjoying what you’re doing.
Dirty Flirty
If you have a problem talking dirty, practice. No, I’m not kidding. Do it when you’re alone. Practice in the shower. Whisper if you think someone might hear you. But practice. Try out the words. Cock. Pussy. Feel them in your mouth. Say them often enough that they sound good to you. Say them often enough that they turn you on. Work up to the big ones like “cunt.” (Some women never get there – but I’m all in favor of freeing the much maligned “cunt” from its verbal prison!) Then try the phrases. “Oh, god, I love your cock!” and “It’s so big and beautiful, it makes my mouth water…” (might sound silly, but in the heat of the moment, trust me… it’s a winner.) “I’m gonna suck you so hard, baby… do you want my mouth?” and slowly work up to the “That’s right, I’m your greedy little cockwhore, baby, yes, fuck my mouth with that big cock!” Once you’ve got it down in the shower, try it out on him. The feedback will be quite rewarding… and will spur you on and overcome your inhibitions.
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Don’t Put Yourself on the Shelf
Your pleasure is important, too. Let him squeeze your breasts and nipples. Moan when he does. (Cuz you know you want to anyway!) Reach between your legs and tell him, “Sucking you makes me so hot, I have to play with my pussy!” Let him hear how wet you are. Let him taste how wet you are. Let him suck your fingers while you suck his cock. Rub your juices all over the head of his cock and lick it off. (Never tasted yourself? Try it! You’re quite yummy!)
Extreme Sucking
Like extreme sports, this one isn’t for everyone. But some guys simply love to be sucked as hard and long as you can. Think vacuum cleaner on overdrive. Hollow your cheeks and go for it! (But remember to ask him if he wants to try this, first, and stop when he tells you to!)
Ice Is Nice, Heat is Neat
Temperature change during a blowjob can be a lot of fun to play with. Slip an ice cube into your mouth while you’re sucking him as a fun surprise. Or take a sip of hot tea before sucking him. Change it up between the two. The sensations are worth the time and effort!
Discuss the Perineum & the Anus
Some men love to have these areas touched. (Even licked… but that’s a whole other article!) Talk about it beforehand, though, because some men are also reticent about this. Ask if you can try it, and do, if you’re both open to it. The anus and perineum have lots of yummy nerve endings that can increase the intensity of orgasm, and men have a prostate gland to massage, as well. If you want to know more about this area, check out this article.
Deep-Throat: It’s not Just for Politics Anymore
There are hundreds (literally) of articles on how to deep throat. If you want to try this technique, find one and practice. You can use a dildo. A carrot. A cucumber. Work on fighting your gag reflex. Sometimes it helps to practice before you take on an actual cock. But don’t be scared, either. You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to (remember the first rule of blow jobs.) It’s not the be-all and end-all of blowjob techniques. Remember that the most sensitive part of the cock is the head, not the shaft. Yes, it can feel good to have the head of the cock rubbing against the back of the throat and a thrill to watch it disappear into a mouth… but it isn’t a necessity.
Gaggle of Gaggers
I wrote a whole essay on the art of gagging alone. Gagging and throat-fucking isn’t for everyone. But if you want to try it, take a look at the how’s and why’s and experiment!
Variety is the Spice of Sex
Remember to change it up. One motion, over and over, is boring and repetitive and… boring. Did I say boring? And while that’s true, and you should change it up, it’s also best to introduce each of these techniques like you do recipes to your repertoire (that is to say: one at a time, slowly, and only re-introduce the “keepers” so they become part of your regular diet!)
There is only one exception to this rule: when his breath is coming fast, his hips are thrusting up, he’s got his hands in your hair, and he’s just about to come. (He may even groan and tell you – “Oh god, I’m gonna come!” - men often get into the habit of giving us a warning!) At this point, don’t change what you’re doing. Keep going and don’t stop until you’ve got struck white gold.
Cum Yum
You have two choices: spit or swallow. There’s lots of debate about this one, and articles all over the Internet (and elsewhere) about it. If he is intent on you swallowing, and you’re afraid – try it. You can make it quick and relatively painless, even if you don’t like the taste. Just block off your nose (you can do this at the back of your throat – without holding your nose - practice and see what I mean) and swallow. There will only be a slight aftertaste. But if he doesn’t really care either way, and you really don’t like the taste, spitting can be sexy, too. You don’t have to make it about running to the bathroom and spitting it in the sink like you’ve got acid in your throat. Let him come in your mouth, then tip your head back and let it dribble out everywhere. Or spit it back out onto his belly and rub it all over your mouth and chin and breasts. If you really can’t even stand to have his come in your mouth, then let him come on your breasts. I’ve stood up right at the last minute and aimed him between my legs and used those last few tugs to make him shoot all over my pussy.
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That’s it. Well, that’s not really it. I’m sure there are a million things I missed. But it doesn’t really matter. Because remember, the first rule of blowjobs is never do anything you don’t really want to do. The second rule of blowjobs is… never do anything you don’t want to do. The third and only other rule of blowjobs? It’s all about the pleasure – his and yours. So what are you still doing here reading? Go! Enjoy the fruits of my labor.
So many cocks, so little time…
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Sexy Older Secretary
“$75 going once. … $75 going twice. Sold, to number 32, you my friend are the proud owner of a dinner date at the home of Ms. Nancy Thrash, isn’t she lovely,” announced the auctioneer. I don’t know how or why I had gotten roped into coming to this event. I was foolish to think that this would ever work out like I had planned in my head over and over when Sheila told me about the fundraiser.
I had only lived in West Plains for a little over 6 months, having graduated law school and passed the bar the previous spring. At just under twenty-five years of age, my first job landed me as an assistant prosecutor in mostly rural Howell county in the south central part of Missouri. I was hired as the first full time assistant prosecutor after the elected prosecutor, Lowell Mathers, had successfully lobbied for and received permission to hire a full time assistant to give him more time to politic, or goof off and drink beer at the local Elks lodge. Not that I was complaining, having interviewed for four other positions only to be outdrawn by classmates with better G.P.A.’s coming out of law school. After the first year of law school, I had realized that I would not match my stellar grades of undergrad and resigned myself to the fact that drinking beer and chasing undergrad sorority girls was much better than cramming for boring law school exams. I was fortunate enough to have worked the previous four summers at my step-uncle’s large cattle ranch, which lay mostly in Oregon count, just southwest of West Plains. Luckily for me, Lowell and my step-uncle were best friends and my timing out of law school could not have been any better than to be hired as Lowell’s assistant.
To say that West Plains was my dream destination was far from the truth. However, the starting salary was not terrible and my step-uncle threw in the cheap ass rental of one of the old farmhouses he had bought over the years as he had expanded his cattle empire. For a mere $100 a month, I was the proud renter of a 3 bed 1½ bath house with a ½ basement, shed and barn that, while 70+ years old, had been well maintained and was less than twenty minutes from the Howell County courthouse, even though I was technically a resident of northernmost Oregon county. In addition, Uncle Frank had left me a brand new four wheeler in the barn for me to blow off some steam after work, provided that I checked the nearby 160 acres of grazing land to ensure the fences didn’t go bad and give the cattle a chance to escape.
While not thrilled with the night life in West Plains, I had soon settled in as a regular in several of the local watering holes in Oregon County. I was fortunate enough to have one situated within a quarter mile of the rental house to avoid any unnecessary driving under the influence tickets to derail my budding legal career. I avoided drinking in West Plains to keep up appearances. My step-aunt had done her best to set me up with the best available women my age in the area, but the pickings were slim and I had yet to hit it off with anyone. The problem was not so much the girls I was being set up with on the weekend, but instead was the one woman I spent most of my days with at work, Sheila.
Sheila was Lowell’s head administrative secretary, recently divorced, and although she was 47 years old, she looked like she was in her mid-thirties, if that. Not that she tried to show it off. If anything, she dressed older, but could not hide the curves in her well kept body that had survived three kids who were out of high school and 28 years of marriage. Her husband had made a fortune in construction while she raised their three kids and then decided he needed a younger, sexier wife, leaving Sheila in a whirlwind of self-doubt and shattered confidence about herself, even though she looked great for her age.
In the six months that I had worked with Sheila leading up to this auction, I had gotten to know her rather well as she and I were typically the first to arrive at the office and often the last to leave. Howell County was not a booming area for crime, so Lowell kept rather liberal hours and quickly adjusted to my eagerness and willingness to handle as much as I could. In the time I spent with Sheila, I couldn’t help but fantasize about what it would be like to get her into a bedroom – or take her right here in her office. She talked with me about her lack of a social life and seemed interested in seeing if I was going to find a steady girlfriend, talking more to me like an interested mother figure. She also talked to me about her kids and the sometimes stupid choices they made, always blaming those on her ex-husband. She did not have very nice things to say about him.
In the weeks leading up to the auction, I had heard Lowell asking Sheila if she was putting herself up on the auction block again this year and my curiosity was peaked. I finally got her to elaborate one afternoon after everyone else had left the office. She told me the local women’s charity club had an annual Christmas gala to raise money for the Salvation Army. As part of the gala, members of the club donated time or resources that were auctioned off to the highest bidder. While the married women donated items like food or blankets, the single women had recently began auctioning services that included dates, taking out a man shopping, or coming by to clean his house. Since Sheila was freshly divorced, she had been auctioned off last year to clean the house of a bachelor. Unfortunately, she was at the bottom of the bids and was a little self-conscious about doing it again this year.
“I can’t compete with the other single girls in our club,” she told me. “They are fresh out of college, young, and beautiful. No one wants to spend time with an old divorced woman. I’m the only woman almost 50 who gets roped into this event. I don’t want to be humiliated again this year.”
I told her there she didn’t need to worry about everybody else and just have fun. “Show a little leg and the auction and smile. I’ve seen the other women in your group and young or not, there’s not too many that have anything on you.” She smiled, actually blushed a bit, and then told me, “Well if I’m going to do this, you at least have to go. Who knows, you could meet someone.”
So here I was, sitting near the back as Sheila was announced as the next and last of the twenty ladies to donate their services. So far, the highest bid had been $150.00 and the lowest $20.00. I was going to make sure Sheila didn’t go that low, even if I had to bid against myself.
As the bidding for Sheila started, my mind kept going back to a conversation earlier in the evening I had had with a friend of mine, Doug, who was at the event. He was talking about last year’s event and how several of the women who had been auctioned off for $250.00 or more had provided the winners with a special treat. “It’s not really prostitution if it’s for charity,” was how he put it. Not that it was well known, just one of those underground rumors that never really died. I told Doug how Sheila had roped me into coming to the event and her story last year and how I was going to make sure she didn’t get embarrassed this year. We chit-chatted a little more and then the auction began.
The bidding for Sheila began at $10.00 and two older gentlemen immediately began a bidding war that escalated the price to $60.00. They stalled a bit, so I threw up my hand and saw Sheila smile and blush a bit. One of the older guys bowed out but the other bid against me and we got up to $110.00 before he got gunshy and left me as top bidder. The auctioneer was at two when another hand shot up and took over the bid. I couldn’t see who it was at first, but then caught the body attached to the hand. It was Doug, and he was winking at me. I quickly bid again and his hand fired back up. Back and forth we went until his high bid stood at $240.00. He winked at me again and I put my hand up for the $250.00 bid. He shocked me again by bidding, then winked twice at me. Not knowing what the hell that meant, I bid once again, thinking to myself this was as high as I was going to go. Doug backed off and I ended up with the highest bid of the night so far, $270, and a very shocked but smiling Sheila who came over to give me a hug.
Sitting down with me to have a drink, Sheila said, “Ryan, you didn’t have to do that, it was too much money.” I told her the pleasure was all mine and she squeezed my hand. “Well, I do appreciate it. It was nice to be the highest so far, not that it will last.” Sheila sat with me as the final five ladies were auctioned. One bid for the very beautiful Lacey Chalmers, a local son of a dairy farmer who was a stunning beauty at age 24 went for $320, but Sheila tied for second when another gal went for $270"
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As the festivities were coming to a close, Doug brought us two champagne glasses to congratulate us. We accepted, then Doug asked me what I was planning to do with my date, smiling as he asked. Sheila blushed a little, then asked me the same thing. I asked her to come by my house and spend part of the day helping me spruce up my place, noting that it needed a woman’s touch. Sheila said she would be happy to and would also bring us a basket-lunch to enjoy. She suggested we do it tomorrow since it was supposed to a nice day for November and we could open all the windows. We made chit-chat for a little bit, before I bowed out and joked that I needed to go home and clean up before our cleaning date. Sheila gave me another hug and then said she would see me tomorrow at my place at 9:00 a.m.
Thoughts swirled through my mind as I drove home. Did Sheila know about the underground rumor? If so, did she plan on making a move tomorrow? How would this affect our work if she did? Should I make a move? What if I did and it failed, how could I look her in the eye at work then? I didn’t know what to think or what to do. However, the thought of having Sheila all alone at my place was making me hard. I almost pulled out my dick to jerk off while driving home, but the road I lived on was too curvy. I made it to the house and took a long shower, relieving some tension and myself in the process.
I barely slept that night contemplating what I should do. I had a hard time believing that Sheila would come on to me spontaneously, but thought that with a bit of a push, she might let loose with me. I thought and thought about what I should do and then finally put together something in the bedroom that I could use if the scenario presented itself.
Right on time, Sheila knocked on my door at 9:00 a.m. She looked great in a simple, yet sexy denim skirt that had some dried paint on it, a buttoned blouse that was quite form-fitting and accentuated her breasts more than I had noticed at work, and a handkerchief wrapping her hair to give the appearance that she was ready to go to work. She had also brought along some cleaning supplies and a lunch basket, which I helped her unload. I couldn’t help but notice the bottle of wine in the basket, which I thought to be promising. Even better was that I had two bottles chilling in the refrigerator myself.
“So what do you think of the place,” I asked Sheila as we sat for a cup of coffee before starting to work. “Can you do anything with the place. There’s some extra furniture and curtains in the basement if you want to make some décor changes.”
“Why don’t we go down and take a look,” she said. “In fact, why don’t you give me a tour of the place before we get started so I can come up with some ideas.”
We took a walkthrough of the house, although I inconspicuously skipped the bedroom. If she noticed, she didn’t say anything. After walking through the house, we then opened all of the windows to get some fresh air into the place. She then put us to work cleaning, giving me some lifting chores for moving some of the heavier items to and from the basement while she went to work cleaning the bathrooms and kitchen. I worked up a bit of sweat moving the furniture and noticed her looking at me on more than one occasion. I noticed that she had undone the top two buttons on her blouse to reveal a hint of her cleavage. Not knowing whether she was hot from the work like me or working her way to seduce me was giving me fits. I could not get a read on her. However, my cock was twitching at the thought of ripping of her skirt and ravishing her on my bed.
I finished moving the furniture at her direction and helped her finish the kitchen work. A real treat was when we had to get a ladder to replace some light bulbs on the high ceiling in the kitchen and outside porch. She suggested that I hold the ladder while she climbed up. While I didn’t get a view up her skirt, I did hold the ladder in such a way that she had to climb right by me and I did watch her curves as she moved by me. For an older woman, she was very fit and sexy.
We moved on to the living room and finished there. By then it was almost 1:00 p.m., and time for lunch. Sheila went to her basket to get things situated and I took the opportunity to open a bottle of wine from my fridge and put it on the table before excusing myself for a bathroom break.
It was now or never, I thought, as I took a leak. The only room left was the bedroom. I could set up what I had planned and go for it or put away what I had planned and finish the room and probably never have the chance again to get Sheila into my bed. What to do, what to do? I finally decided to leave it as is and see what transpired during lunch.
When I came out, Sheila had laid out a small, but nice spread for the two of us. A bowl of pasta salad, some mixed fruit, a few pieces of homemade fried chicken, and a cherry pie lay out on the table with two plates, two glasses, and two bottles of wine.
“I didn’t know you had opened a bottle,” Sheila said as she poured us each a glass. “We’re liable to not be in a working mood if we finish all this food and wine.”
“Sounds good to me,” I replied. “We’ve put in a good morning and got a lot done. Time to relax. We both need it since we practically have been doing all the work at the office these last few weeks.”
“You’re right,” she answered. “But no office talk today.” We ate and drank and made idle chit-chat for the next hour or so. I was doing my best to keep the wine flowing into her glass, and did not try to stop me. The more she drank, the more relaxed she got with her body and her mouth. We were sitting close enough to touch each other and each time I said something funny she would laugh and put her right hand on my knee, quickly and lightly at first, but then a bit longer each time. We also got around to the topic of dating and she heavily implied she was lonely and would like to meet someone who would make her feel special. When I heard that, I knew that I had to go for it.
I took the second bottle, now near empty, poured us each a final drink, then excused myself again for a bathroom break. Instead of heading to the bathroom, I snuck into my bedroom and put the final touches on my plan. When I returned, Sheila was putting away the dishes we had used and moved them to my sink for cleaning. I drained my glass and grabbed hers, taking it to her and exchanging it with the dish towel she was using to wash the dishes to finish up.
“Well, what now,” Sheila asked. “I’ve got about an hour or two’s worth of energy if you have any other places to clean.”
“There is still my bedroom,” I said. “It’s not big and shouldn’t take too long. I think I forgot to show it to you this morning.”
“Lead the way,” Sheila said as she finished the last of her wine. I led us through the living room, to the hallway that ended with my bedroom door. My hands were shaking and my heart was pounding. This was either going to go very bad or very good.
I opened the door slightly and then motioned her to go in ahead of me. She opened the door all the way and entered. When she did, must have noticed the dozen or so candles I had adorning the room, a red scarf over the lamp by the bed to let off a romantic glow, and soft music playing in the background. She stopped a step or two in and gasped, her legs bending at the knee. Knowing it was now or never, I put my hands at her waist to hold her steady and then put my lips to her right ear, whispering, “I had something else in mind for this room. It involves me and you and my bed. I’ve wanted you for so long.” I then put my lips to her neck and kissed her lightly, while moving my hands up her side and cupping her breasts.
“Ryan, we shouldn’t. We work together and I’m old enough to be your mother,” said Sheila, although she was responding to my touches in a way that indicated she did not want me to stop. I continued to massage her breasts and body while I replied, “My mother was never this sexy and I don’t care about work. Your mind may say you do, but your body is saying differently. I want you right here, right now.”
Sheila pulled herself from me and turned around. I was certain I was about to get viciously slapped in the face before she left and told Lowell and I was out of a job. Instead, she just stared at me intently for a few seconds before extending her arms and pulling my face to hers for a deep kiss. Our tongues swirled and our arms moved about, exploring each other’s body.
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She moaned when her hand brushed by hard cock, which was straining against the fabric of my pants. I fumbled with the buttons on her blouse, opening it to display her soft billowy breasts encased in a silky white bra. My mouth moved from her lips to her neck, kissing and sucking my way down to the valley of her breasts while my fingers struggled to undo what I thought was a clasp from behind, but having no luck.
Sheila finally moved her hands to the front of her bra, unclipping it to allow her buoyant breasts to spring free. I took a moment to drink her in with my eyes while she reached for my shirt. Instinctively, I grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head, then reached down to unbutton my pants and pull them down, my boxers trailing close behind. Stepping out of my shoes and pants, I watched as Sheila stared at my cock with an amazed look in her eyes, almost afraid to touch it. I took her hand in mine and guided it to my cock, reveling in the soft feel of her silky hands as she wrapped them around my swollen member.
The gentle touch of her hands had me ready to burst, but I did not want to cum in her hands. I reached for the zipper on her skirt and tugged gently, opening it enough to allow it to slide past her hips. Grabbing her panties with the skirt I pulled firmly to get them down to her ankles. Bending down, I slipped off her shoes and then had her step out of the skirt/panty combo.
Both of us now naked, I stood back up and embraced Sheila again, kissing her as I eased her to the edge of the bed and down in the center. Reaching down, I felt between her legs and probed my way through her furry patch to her swollen lips with my fingers. She was obviously excited stemming from the wetness surrounding her hole. I could wait no longer as she lay before me and spread her legs wide before grabbing my cock and lining it up with her sweet pussy.
The tip of my cock eased its way between her folds, but it was slow going because she was so tight. I steadily increased the pleasure of my strokes, going deeper with each thrust. Finally, I buried myself completely inside her as she whimpered in pleasure. Stopping briefly to compose myself, I stared into her eyes and kissed her deeply again as I began pumping in and out of her with deep strokes. I then watched her breasts and stiff nipples shaking in front of me as I pounded her against the bed. Though motionless at first, Sheila quickly responded and moved her hips to time my thrusts for maximum penetration and pleasure. She locked her legs behind me and spurred me on with her groans of delight.
I was fast approaching orgasm but was doing my best to hold off until Sheila got off. I didn’t think I would make it, but Sheila began panting and bucking and moving in a way that signaled her impending orgasm. Her heels dug into the small of my back as she moaned and spasmed against me, releasing her juices on my cock. That set me off and I blasted my seed inside her, cumming in several spurts before collapsing on her breasts.
Gently, I rolled off of her and my spent dick plopped from her pussy, leaving a trail of my fluids on her hips and ass. I held her tight in a spoon position, resting my dick between her cheeks and cupping her breasts with my left hand. “That was wonderful,” I said to her as I gently kneaded her breasts.
Sheila was still panting, nearly unable to speak. She finally whispered, “That was the best sex I’ve had in over twenty years. You put my ex-husband to shame.”
“There’s more where that came from,” I replied, as I moved my hand from her breasts down to her swollen pussy, rubbing her still engorged clitoris between my thumb and forefinger. “We’ve got all night.”
As I continued stroking her, she asked, “Is this why you talked me into the auction then got your friend to bid against you? Did you think this was the only way I would come over to your house and sleep with you?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” I lied as my fingers continued stroking her.
“Bullshit,” she responded, through ragged breaths. “Your friend was a little too obvious. I’ve heard the rumors, $250 bid for a good time.”
“Well maybe I heard something. But that’s not why I bid on you. Do you wish I hadn’t won you?”
“Oh no, I’m very glad you did,” she said as she placed her hand over the fingers I was using to stroke her to urge me on. “This still feels wrong, but you can do this as long as you like. I don’t know why you want some old thing like me, but I won’t complain.”
“You don’t look old and you don’t feel old,” I countered as I did my best to bring her off manually. “I can’t wait to fuck you again with you on top so I can watch your beautiful titties bouncing in front of me. Do you like being on top?”
“My husband was always on top,” she panted, close to another orgasm. I moved my hand slightly to insert my middle and index fingers inside her while I kept the pressure applied to her clitoris with my thumb. Within seconds, Sheila spasmed against my fingers with her second orgasm of the night, hips bucking and tits heaving as she got off. She looked so sexy with a thin sheet of sweat cascading her body as she came down from her sexual high.
My dick had finally recovered and was starting to stir, but I wasn’t quite hard just yet. I allowed Sheila a few minutes to recover while stroking her hair then asked her if she had ever gone down on her husband.
Instead of answering me, Sheila lifted herself so that she was sitting next to me as I lay on my back. Gripping my balls with her right hand and my stiffening shaft with her left, she bent down to gingerly put her lips on the head of my cock. As she pumped my shaft with her hand, she began taking more of my cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue. Though not the best blowjob I’d ever had, she was getting the job done and my dick was responding.
I urged Sheila on gently by placing my right hand at the back of her head. She began moving her head up and down as my cock extended to its full length. I moved my hands from her head to squeeze her soft melons and pinch her nipples, which caused her to moan through her cock-filled mouth. Although she was doing a wonderful job and bringing me close, I had other things in mind and grabbed her shoulders to pull her on top of me.
“I’ve never done this on top,” Sheila reminded me. “Tell me what to do.”
“Just put your hips over me and sink down on me at your pace. Once your settled, we can find the rhythm together.” She moved her hips over my cock, which was sticking straight up. I grabbed her hips to line her up over me. Her cunt, still slick from earlier action, touched the head of my cock and slowly enveloped it as she sank down to my balls, her ass resting just above them.
“Ohh, god, I feel so full,” Sheila cooed as I gave her a moment to adjust. Then, using my hands to guide her hips, I worked us into a steady fucking rhythm. Sheila caught on, and I moved my hands up to fondle her breasts, which were shaking in front of me as we fucked.
Within a minute of two of our coupling, Sheila put her hands on my shoulders and dug in, nearly cutting me with her nails and she bucked her way to another orgasm, mouth opened and eyes half-closed. I continued pumping into her while she came and moved my hands back to her hips to keep her steady.
Sheila recovered soon enough and was ready for more, lifting her hips to almost cause me to slip out of her before coming back down on my pulsing member. I knew I was close and started to really move my hips faster and faster against her as my balls churned. Our bodies were slapping together loud enough to evoke clapping until I lifted up and grunted as my cock erupted deep inside her, filling her with my cum.
It was her turn to rest on me following another terrific lovemaking session. Her nipples were so hard that they felt like they could cut through me as she rested herself on my chest. I pumped a few more times as my dick softened and withdrew from her hole, our juices leaking from us both and dripping onto my sheets.
Exhausted, I began to drift to sleep, thinking of all the wonderful times that lay ahead for me and my sexy older secretary.
The End
The Dream
She had always wanted to try this: to make herself cum for a complete stranger as he watched without touching her. And she’d always been afraid to do it, for all the obvious reasons. But after chatting with him for all those months, for some reason she felt comfortable with the idea. (Her husband would be SO pissed, if he knew.)
After he had suggested that she come with an escort, she had accepted his offer to meet him “for a drink” at the Hotel del Coronado. Her best friend, amazed that she could even consider such a thing, had eventually agreed to come along to protect her from such an obviously crazed lunatic.
What her best friend didn’t know, what she had “forgotten” to mention, was the fact that this was not, in the strictest sense, their first time. She recalled his breathless watching and enthusiastic urging when she had first masturbated for him on her webcam. When she was finally done, soaked and panting, she was more than a little bit pleased to look at her computer screen and see him stroking himself to a fine, spurting finish as well. She had watched in rapt attention as what seemed a long flood of his hot seed jetted from his rigid penis.
Now, several weeks later, she and her best friend were walking through the lobby to the bar on the left of the front desk, “just to be polite”. The trip over the graceful, curving arch of the bridge and through “downtown” Coronado had been uneventful, if a little bit tense.
They were both (especially the friend) taken aback when he arose from his table to greet them. Much taller than she had thought, incredibly well dressed, and every inch a gentleman. After being seated by him, they had ordered drinks, and while waiting for them, entered into the normal sort of small talk one engages in when meeting with a pleasant stranger. The sun is low over Point Loma, and shore birds play in the advancing and retreating surf line.
The drinks arrive, and he deftly changes the topic of conversation. She found herself telling him, in the most open manner imaginable, how much she loved being watched. How she had responded to his own orgasm. And how much she wanted to share it with him again, this time in person.
“Gina!” her friend interrupted, “Are you crazy? You don’t even know this guy!” What neither of them knew was that her very prim, proper friend was getting increasingly excited by their conversation. Her friend’s breathing had quickened somewhat (which she was controlling with great effort), and she had started to lubricate (which she could not control, but that at least was entirely her own little secret).
As his flashing eyes and wicked smile were removing any reluctance Gina may have had, her friend was becoming increasingly uncomfortable.
“Gina, I’m going home now. And if you have any brains at all, you’re coming with me!”
Gina knew that this was the decision point. It only took her a moment to review what she knew to be the truth, and what she really wanted to do. “You go ahead, dear. I’m going to stay here and have another drink with our new friend.”
Casting an unbelieving look at her, Gina’s friend turns on her heel and walks out.
As she turned back to him, she almost fell into his eyes. Dark, happy, and more than a little bit mischievous. They have another drink, and he asks if she would like a little early dinner.
She demurs, saying “Neither of us came here for the food, did we?” His wicked grin was answer enough.
They leave the bar, her hand on his arm, looking for all the world like a proper, successful middle-aged couple. Even her wedding ring adds to the illusion. He guides her to a bank of elevators in the “old hotel”, and when one of them arrives, presses the button for the uppermost floor.
The carpet is incredibly thick in the hall, and a huge floral arrangement is on a console table in the elevator anteroom. They walk through a soundless passageway to a room, the door of which he opens. Inside she is astonished to see not only the large, lovely room she expected, but also what appears to be a professional photographer’s lighting setup, which she did not. For some reason, this is incredibly exciting to her.
There is a bottle of champagne in one of those fancy silver-plated buckets on the desk, next to a large photo bag.. Wordlessly, he picks up the bottle of champagne, and with a cocked eyebrow, asks if she wants some.
“Sure, why not?” Sipping her champagne, she studies him over the rim of the glass. This is her last chance: get out now, or go through with it. With a soft, secret smile, she makes her decision.
“Won’t you excuse me for a minute?”, she asks, and goes into the bathroom. Closing the door behind her, she takes a long look at herself in the mirror. “Not bad for a gal on the far side of 45”, she thinks. She begins to strip in the most normal, matter of fact manner imaginable. Just like she had every night of her marriage. But not one of those nights had brought her the excitement she’d experienced in the last hour. She was surprised to see her nipples at rigid attention, a sure sign of impending delight.
Stepping out of the bathroom, she succeeds in surprising him. Her wicked grin challenges his own. So far, the only time he has touched her has been to briefly shake her hand in the bar when they entered. “If he’s going to jump me, this is time he’s gonna do it!” she thinks to herself. She’s a little bit disappointed when he smiles broadly at her, sits on the chair at the foot of the bed, and picks up a camera.
Shyly, now that the moment has arrived, she sits on the edge of the huge bed. Her knees locked together, she covers her breasts with both hands. Her eyes at first closed, she opens them to look at him. With a small smile on his face, he patiently waits for her to begin. His interest, his patience, and his total lack of aggression quickly overcome her initial shyness. Legs together, she slowly starts to massage her nipples.
The little buds stiffen again, and as always, friction on her nipples translates quickly to a tingling between her legs. Eyes closed again, she revels in the sensation her own touch brings. A brief flash is proof that her new friend’s camera is working just fine. She smiles as one hand moves down to stroke her belly and her flank. She turns and lies down on the coverlet.
For what seems like hours, but is in reality only about ten minutes, she kneads and strokes her breasts while touching her belly. However, not “down there”. Not yet. Until one final tug on a nipple induces what is obviously a minor flood from her vulva. One hand on her breast, a finger on the other slowly traces the valley between her legs. Another flash. Legs parted slightly, she traces the cleft of her sex, once, from bottom to top. At the slightest brush from her fingers, her swelling inner labia moves aside, and a trickle of her own wetness oozes out, down her slit, over the puckered little rosebud of her anus.
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Almost of their own volition, her legs spread. She covers her whole opening with one hand, her middle finger pressed down on her cleft. Her hand slowly begins to massage her whole vulva, with most of the pressure coming on her quickly engorging clitoris. Slowly at first, she strokes the moist folds of her pussy, the inner lips and clit quickly engorging. She combs the little lips between her fingers, slides one finger briefly inside. She is not surprised to find that she is absolutely soaking.
On and on she rubs, her ministrations occasionally punctuated by his electronic flash. The flash, mirrored from a reflector on the opposite side of the bed, fires in near perfect time with her rising need. Harder now, she mashes her clit between her finger and her pubis, that swollen little pearl sending wave after wave of intense pleasure up into her belly. Her need mounts, she can feel the gathering orgasm build deep in her body. Her head arches backward involuntarily, her neck straining. Her mouth twists in near agony, and then…..
She simply erupts. Inchoate moans escape her lips as her hips buck in time to the stroking of her vulva. Spasmodically, her hips grind and jerk, slamming her clit even harder into her fingers. Mindlessly, one hand twists and stretches her labia as the other punishes her clitoris. Wave after wave of the most perfect orgasm wash over her. She has forgotten about him, about the camera: everything fades in the face of this most perfect orgasm. It goes on for about two minutes, but it seems timeless.
Slowly she returns to reality. The bedclothes are twisted around her, her thrashing legs having disarranged them completely. Her face and chest are completely flushed, and her wetness is slowly seeping into the counterpane.
It takes her a while to regain her breath (and her composure) enough to actually talk again. “Well, what do you think?”
Without a word he stands up, removes his clothes and moves to the side of the bed. His stiff, swollen manhood suddenly the focus of all her attention. Gently he grasps her legs, pulls them towards him and over the edge of the bed. Widely spread, her throbbing pussy is right on the edge of the bed. “He’s going to fuck me now. I knew it!”
“What’s fair is fair” he says. And begins stroking his already swollen penis, barely a foot from her face.
“Let me” she begs, but he just smiles at her and shakes his head.
His own pre-cum has completely lubricated his shaft and quickly and spasmodically he comes to an incredibly rapid orgasm of his own. Hot jets of his seed splash across her front, one squirts directly at her wet, swollen cunt. Finally, he sits down next to her.
He asks “You didn’t happen to bring along any toys, did you?”
“No”, she replies both surprised and saddened.
“Well I have this little present for you.” Going over to his photo bag, he slowly withdraws the biggest damn dildo she has ever seen. Her eyes widen with shock, excitement, and a little bit of fear.
Wordlessly, he hands her the huge intruder, gently presses her back onto the bad, and with one hand begins to wipe his cum from her. Some he massages into her vulva, but most of it is used to anoint and lubricate the obscene plastic dong.
Than he hands it to her, and reaches again for his camera…….
The End