Saturday, November 12, 2011

A New Flavor....

No offense to all you men out there, but I've learned that men can be such little bitches.  I thought myself a commodity.  A lady in her early 30s, quite sexy, adventerous in the bedroom, and up for 100% casual sex.  No gifts because that would mean I would have to remember your birthday, no relationship because that would mean I would have to set aside time for you and actually be considerate of your feelings.  No.  Just sex.  Fill me with delicious cock and make me cum like a $2 whore.  That's all I ask of you.  Why isn't that enough; really?  Why do we have to get into arguments and why do we have to "talk"?   I don't have anything to say other than "mmmm....yes.....oh baby....fuck me.....hard....eat this pussy.....your cock feels so good....i'm going to cum all over that cock....etc. etc."

Well, I've discovered that men sometimes need reassurance.  Reassurance doesn't work well for me.  So, what did I do?  Found another flavor until you get your panties out of your ass. 

I have a job that could be described as a case manager of sorts.  I manage many people and my boss is very disliked, so I handle anyone that doesn't want to deal with him.  So, needless to say, I get calls and texts often.  99% of the time they are work-related.  However, about a week ago the texts from one of the people I manage turned from very serious to teetering on the edge of flirting, to full out getting nasty. 

He commutes to work and stays in an apartment shared with other men.  So, when he came into town he called me.  In one of our conversations, our discussion had moved towards beverages.  He asked me if I had ever tried moonshine and I said OF COURSE...I live in Alabama for pete's sake.  But he had "apple moonshine."  I had never tried apple moonshine, so he offered to bring me some.  He would be at the apartment around 5p, if I just wanted to stop by. 

I was just going to get moonshine; right? 

I made it to his apartment, he opened the door, still in his pajamas.  He looked delicious.  He asked if I wanted to try it.  I said sure....forgetting he was talking about the moonshine.  It tasted like a cool apple pie.  Went down so smooth.  That's the danger of  moonshine, % of alcohol and not a hint in the taste.

He was so smooth and obvious because he slipped right into licking the left over drops apple on my lips to exploring my mouth with his tongue.  All he said was, "I have to go into work, so I can't drink.  I just wanted a taste." 

He was pushing me against the wall.  I could feel this huge rod pushing into my hip.  'There's no way that's his cock.  It's huge' was all I could think to myself. 

Then we were on the bed and I was shimmying his pants down because I had to know!  And eureka, mama hit the jackpot.  That was his cock.  It was so big and thick.  I have a tight little pussy, strong on the kegel side.  I'm not going to lie and say he ripped me open.  My pussy may be little, but she's got just as much southern hospitality as I do, and is very accommodating to all she meets.  But it made for a nice tight fit.  And when I squeezed him, it felt so good. 

He fucked me all over that room.  (Thankfully his roommates were gone.)  Made me cum multiple times.  

I've said before that I'm a very vocal person.  Make noise when you're having sex, talk to me.  Disappointingly, he was very quiet during sex.  However, what he didn't have in vocal skills, he definitely made up for with cock size and thickness.  My mind didn't have time to process his silence because I was too busy enjoying every thick thrust of his cock.

Then when he had made me cum 3 times, he wanted me to finish him.  His cock filled my mouth as much as my pussy.  I sucked and stroked his cock.  My tongue danced around his shaft as if it were begging to taste his cum.  And then he did.  He came and he tasted wonderful. 

We were in such a rush because he had to go into work, we didn't get to take our time like either of us said we do.  But Monday, he's coming in early and we have a couple of hours.  Looking forward to seeing how good his oral skills are.

But now, panty-waste (but the only man that has ever made me cum 17 times), is worse than ever because he recognized the secret smiles and the way I touch someone that I'm fucking and want to fuck again.  Until this week, it has only been him for the past year.  But come on, quit being a bitch and put out or move the fuck on! 

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Awkward Much??

My friend has been out of town for a few days.  We've been texting like crazy.  Naughty, naughty things.  He's sending me pics of his cock and I'm sending him pics of my freshly shaved pussy.  What I wouldn't have done to be with him, feeling that cock all week.

I'm sitting in my office and the phone rings.  I hear his voice and I instantly start getting wet.  My pussy is quivering.  He's telling me how much he misses my pussy and how bad he needs to be fucking me when his newly divorced son walks in my office.  He's standing there waiting to talk to me and I've got his dad telling me how hard his cock is in my ear. 

I find a polite way to let him know that I need to go that someone is waiting to talk to me.  I assure him I'll call him back and I end the call.

I invite his son to have a seat.  Son is just as handsome as dad.  And I'm much closer in age to son than dad.  Son is 3-4 years younger than I am and Dad is 17 years older than I am. 

Son proceeds to mention that he heard that I might be going to the local dive for karaoke tonight with the work gang.  "Maybe," I say.  "You need to come with us.  It'll be fun," he says and grins his dad's grin with an added dimple.  I know I'm going.  I won't be able to stay away now.

I call back my lover.  He proceeds to plead and beg me to not fool around with his son.  I ask him what kind of person he thinks I am.  I would never do such a thing.  And then he says, "Do you think he can make you cum as many times as I can?"  I say, "Please, can we not talk about this.  It's weird."  But can't deny that I won't be wondering.

I sit at the dive enjoying the company of my friend as we make fun of the karaoke-iers when he walked in.  I paid him no mind and kept having a good time.  Then he came and sat beside me.  When he would lean in to talk to the people behind me, he would place his hand on my thigh, and as he walked by me he would rub my shoulders.  I was feeling all kinds of uncomfortable and then he said come dance with me.  I declined.  I didn't say yes.  Give me some credit.

While I'm sitting there having a good time with him, his dad texts me.  Only wants to know if I'm with him and is his brother with him.  Once he gets that information from me, he's done.  I could feel the coldness in his messages.  Was he angry with me?  Did he really think I would mess around with his son?  Or had his son mentioned to him about me going out with them?  Maybe he found me attractive...like father like son? 
I tell everyone good night.  I've had enough. 

As I'm headed to my car, I am wondering where our arrangement went.  Just sex.  No relationship.  I'm not leaving my husband.  I'm not breaking up my family.  Especially not for someone 17 years my senior.  Are you kidding me?  But when did it matter that i was out with people from work?  When was I supposed to act distant and not allowed to hang out with people from my age group?  When did it stop being just about sex?  How am I supposed to explain why all the sudden I won't go out with them because the newly divorced guy is coming, and I work hand-in-hand with his dad and I get along with his dad great? 

When did I have to worry about this? 

And can I mention that his son smelled so good and was hot as 400 hells?  No!  Stop!  Cannot think of little one like that. 

Bourbon, you have forsaken me.

When the cats away....Monday, October 24

My boss was out of town for the week and unfortunately his boss was on bereavement leave.  Monday was the perfect opportunity.  I just closed up my office, told my workers I had some errands to run, and I left.  I had the hotel room and I text him the number. 

I was naked and waiting for the knock at the door.  It didn't come soon enough.

He walked in, and started taking off his clothes.  "What do you want," he asked me. 

"I want you to fuck me."

"Louder," he commanded.

I said it louder, "I want you to fuck me."

"I can't hear you."

"FUCK ME!"

"Alright then."  He moved to the bed.  His lips were on my neck and we were moving up the bed.  God he tasted good, and he felt even better.  I could feel his cock teasing my hole.  I wrapped my legs around him as best I could and kept trying to pull him closer to me.

"What are you doing," he asked with that all knowing grin on his face that pisses me off and turns me on all at the same time.

"Your cock is right there!  I want it."

"You want this, bitch?" His cock slipped right into my wet, hungry pussy.  "That's right, my little whore, you love this cock.  Look at those eyes rolling back in your head."  Mmmm.  He is so right.  I love his cock.  It makes me cum like nothing ever has. 

He starts pumping slow and my clit is trembling.  He pulls back so just the head of his cock is in my pussy and I watch as he spits on my clit.  I squeeze his cock with my pussy.  He loves the control I have, pushing and tugging on his cock as he's fucking me.

He pushes his feet up by my head.  He starts pounding me hard.  I can feel the pleasure boiling inside of me already.  Damn him. 

He starts to snicker.  "I control this pussy, whore.  This is my pussy.  It cums when I want it to."

Oh, he's so right.  I'm going to cum all over his cock and he's barely started fucking me.  I start to scream, and he covers my mouth with his hand.   My body jerks and my pussy squirts all over his fucking cock.

"That's a good bitch."

"Fuck you, you son of a bitch" is my reply.  He laughs at me.  He loves the way it pisses me off when I lose control....when he takes control. 

We continue to flip and turn all over the bed - top, bottom, front, back, 69, fucking my face.  The man can fuck forever.  We've been fucking for an entire hour.  "Where do you want this cum, my little slut."

I crawled from between his legs and sat on his cock.  "Cum in my pussy baby...cum with me."

I start milking his cock, my pussy squeezing his shaft tightly as I'm sliding up and down.  "You talk shit all day.  Walk into my office, grabbing that fucking cock.  You spit so I can remember what it's like when you're spitting on this pussy.  You like this pussy, dont you?  This young, tight, wet, pussy.  You love that a 32 year old wants your 49 year old cock.  It makes you so fucking cocky that nobody control this pussy like you do, baby.  Tell me you like it.  Tell me you think about this pussy when you're at home fucking that bitch wife of yours, that old worn out pussy....you're thinking about this tight young pussy."

I can feel his bareback cock throbbing, he's going to cum.  He's going to fill this pussy with his hot sticky load.  His face is changing, I squeeze tighter.  He starts to scream "Fuck yes." and that's it, I'm pushed over the edge.  I'm cumming all over his cock.  He's grabbing my ass and filling my pussy full of cum.  Mmmmm, it's so good.

I slip off him.  He shoots me a bird, "Fuck you, you goddamn bitch." 

"Any time baby....fuck me any time!"