Naughty neighbour

Note: This was an old post I never got to finish so chronologically speaking it’s out of order, but the memories aren’t

This one was handed on a platter. I was late coming from work on a Friday and my cousin, who was staying with me a few days, let my boys in before I got there. He said my neighbour had come by earlier to see what I was up to tonight. Funny thing is I’d met this milf only a couple of times before at a bar near by. I found her pretty attractive – she looked like she took care of herself but wasn’t afraid to trade a martini for a beer-  but she never seemed too friendly. While I was talking to the boys about this whole thing, she came by and knocked at the door. A few minutes later we were all chatting and talking like old friends.

The two Wings eventually took their leave (they knew I didn’t need to come out anymore) and I was left on the couch with the neighbour and my cousin. He went off to the bedroom

In the words of my man, Cleveland Brown, “is it just me, or it’s rainin bitches!”. (note: at that period of time I’d had the co-ed, the intern, and a gaggle of other regulars who seemed to really love gettin the good news with the sharp end of my cocksicle)

We talked about all kinds of boring shit until we got on the topic of the apartment. Specifically I got on the topic of apartments because I was hoping she’d ask me to come along and see hers. Yes indeed, do come and see my place, she suggested. Now, this doesnt have anything to do with sex, but I was kinda pissed to find out that she paid less for a way nicer place than mine. It looked in better shape (building was like 80yrs old to begin with), and it was bigger with a way more friendly layout. Apparently she helped out the Super lady a lot, so maybe she got some sort of deal, anyway I was kinda jealous, what can I say.

We’d brought the drinks I made at my place and we chilled on her couch drinking and chatting. She put on a Nina Simone album when I told her how much I liked classics like that and next thing you know, we’re making out and coppin feels. I took her top off and started sucking on her tits, rolling them in my hands. For sure at some point she’d had a tight body, and even though she was still in good shape, her ass and tits were soft, not firm as they once must’ve been.

I unzipped my pants and took my cock out, first time encounters always give me raging hard ons even if after I’m done the complete opposite may happen. She was laying on her back and I straddled her chest a bit, first tapping the head over nipples and then on her waiting tongue. I put it in and took it out again as she moved her head witht he motion, trying to grab it in her mouth again. After doing that a few times, I let her do it herself and she used a hand to grab me right at the base, making the head swell further. She was only getting about 1/2 way and her pants were still on which was somewhat annoying because I wanted to play with her pussy. “Let’s go to the room” I said and helped her up off the couch.

While she went to the bathroom I lay on her bed jerking off, I didn’t want to lose my erection and wanted to remain in the euphoric mood I was in.  She came back in the room and went right back to sucking from a doggy position. I started playing with her pussy with one hand and held her hair with the other to get a good look at what she was doing. Sometimes, a girl looks prettiest with a dick in her mouth, and there was definitely something sexy about the way she made my dick glisten with her saliva.

She had a bunch of assorted condoms in her drawer and asked me to make sure to check the expiry date, but those things last forever and I strapped one on that had a good couple of years before expiry.

She got on top and slowly worked her pussy on my shaft until I was buried to the hilt. She then started to move back and forth, and I could feel her pubes rubbing on mine. It’s things like that that ruin the mood as naturally I started imagining a fire starting from the friction. It’s all good to have a vivid imagination, but sometimes it can be distracting…I pulled her down on top of me so I could do the pumping. I had her hair in one hand, pulling her hair back and with the other I grabbed an ass cheek and pumped away, making her moan things like “Oww, you’re fucking me too hard…keep going…keep going”.  A confusing message to be sure but telling me I’m fucking her too hard was all the encouragement I needed to keep going anyway.

If that wasn’t weird though, what happened when we fucked doggystyle was. I flipped her over and put it in but instead of pushing her ass further up to take the dick she was leaning forward and it was almost like my dick had to chase her pussy. I’d put it in and pump a few times then she’d do that again. When I started holding her in place she started saying she felt like a whore. Not because we were fucking, but particularly because it was doggystyle. So she was 38, but come on, this wasn’t 1938!

“No, come on, what are you talking about, of course you’re not a whore!”
“I feel like one in this position.”
“If you don’t like it, I’ll stop then.” Notice I said “like”
“Ohh, no, I do like it, it’s so good…”
So I stuck it and grabbed her hips with my hands.
“I know, isn’t it, and you look so sexy like this too”. She moaned and kept her head down on the pillow as I slowly slid in and out. She was enjoying it, I could tell so I started going a bit faster and harder, but then she started with the whore thing again. What the fuck, I just ignored it, but then she started leaning forward and I was stradling her doggystyle now, still pumping like a jackhammer. She moaned really loudly and then almost bucked me off, it was good I was holding her by the shoulder.

I thought, ok fuck it, no use spoiling it, so we went back to missionary like nothing happened. Who knows what kinda daddy or mommy issues she had. I told her I wanted to cum on her and she said anywhere was good but her face, naturally I chose the tits, hoping a wad would end up facializing her a bit, that’s always a pretty image too. It wasn’t too be, the cum came out thick and reached as far as her neck, so I focused on letting the rest of it shoot out on her tits. She helped out by squeezing my cock between them which made it all last a bit longer.

We’d agreed that I didn’t want anything serious and she already had “a lover” so that was as 1 night standish as it gets. I only saw her again once. We said hi and that was that…I doubt she ever learned to love doggystyle though.

A la Europeene – Out at 5 in bed by 6 (am)

I want to start by saying, I love Europe & Vive La France!

I’m in Nantes for business and have barely had any time to go out in the past three weeks. Still, a colleague admitted it was about time we go out, and so on Satuday night, we hit the town. We started at a “cafe” that was actually a quiet lounge with modern furnishings; an LCD embedded into the wall showing0 Euro music vids (without the sound), ottoman style seats around glass tables, and a couple sitting in a corner drinking something frothy out of glass mugs.The ambient chill out music fit the setting very well.

“Usually there are more people here” Robert told me “But maybe because the weather is not so nice…”
“No worries, man, looks fine to me – tequila shots?” I wasn’t worried we’d spend the night there, just wanted to get my fuckin’ drink on!

After two rounds of tequila shots with the salt and lime included, we took our leave and went to a dungeon-like Rock club. On the way we decided to pretend we weren’t French, and to speak English with whoever/whenever. Just to see if they’d try to rip us off or say things they shouldn’t. Also another way to entertain ourselves.

The place had clearly been a cellar at some point, but was now either a large bar or a small-ish nightclub. The arched entrances to the different rooms gave it an appearance of roominess beyond the threshold, but each room was narrow and crowded. We got our drinks and scoped the scene (without being obvious of course, not a rule to forget). One thing that was obvious though was the 70/30 guy/girl ratio. Great, I thought, at least I’ll get fuckin ruined.

Robert and I were talking about whatever, mostly how it was such a sausage fest and the music wasn’t really to our taste. As we spoke I spied with my little eye a shapely dirty blonde out of the corner of my eye. She wore those tight black pants that seem to be really popular with girls nowadays and an elegant blue sweater that just about covered her behind. It was weird that such a subdued outfit could look that sexy, but as she leaned over to talk with her Zooey Deschanel lookalike friend, I could make out the shape of her very fine ass. Holding it all together was a wide belt that emphasized a narrow waist and well formed bust. I always get a weird feeling when I see a very attractive girl – a mix of excitement and bittersweet reality which tells me that a good look is likely all I’ll get anyway.

Having got a good look, Robert and I went to the bar for a refill, and after placing our order I turned around – lo and behold, dirty blonde with the gymnast’s body is standing right behind me.
“Oh, hello there!” I said, very jovially.
“Hi!” She replied with a big smile. Nice!
“I’m Will, what’s your name?” And I held out my hand which she took as she leaned in to tell me her name,
“Monique” Her smile was very genuine and I sensed a warmth that you just can’t find in urban yuppies on our side of the Atlantic.

We danced, and talked and eventually I switched to French to help her out a bit, I told her we wanted to see how tourists are treated here and she laughed, “We love them, don’t worry”. She was really into me, putting her hands around my neck as we danced and nuzzling into my chest. Her hair smelled of something sexy; a lively fragrance with hints of roses and citrus. My dick got hard and I brought her in closer. For some reason she didn’t want to make out right away but after stealing a quick kiss she was willing to go for more. I’m not one to go crazy in the middle of a public party so the kisses remained brief, but passionate.

About half an hour later, we left with Robert who was still alone. Not an easy feat for a married man. We told Monique we’d drop her off first but on the way she asked “Robert, is it okay if I kidnap your friend?”. I answered for him and it was a done deal. At her place it turned out that she had two roomates, one of whom was also a bedmate. The bedmate was nice but not exactly attractive so I was fine being on the edge of the bed instead of the middle. It was bound to get awkward so Monique took me to the bathroom.

I took her shirt off to reveal the most magnificent pair of tits. They were a perfectly shaped 34C s(not confirmed, but they fit the 34C profile in my mind) with very small and rosy nipples. She had a mole on her right breast which I licked before getting to her nipple. Since she didnt take the initiative herself I lowered my boxers to release the dragon and pressed it against her taut stomach. In the light I’d noticed she wasnt as pretty as she looked in the bar, but she was still cute and her body was even better in the nude. I lowered myself on the toilet seat (it had one of those furry covers, very nice) and she stood in front leaning over to kiss me as she jerked me off. I held her tits in my hands and leaned back while she kissed my neck and chest. It had all turned out 1000% better than I expected.

She kneeled and started jerking me off with both hands. She did this funny thing where she would lick the tip of her fingers then rub the spit all around the head of my cock and before rotating her hands as they went up and down on my dick. It was possibly the best handjob I’d ever had, but of course I wanted more. “How far down on it do you think you can go?” I asked. She replied by telling me that she doesn’t do that when she first meets somebody…

“No problem, but aren’t you curious, cherie?” Oui, she was curious and opened wide before going about half way down.  She held my cock in her mouth and pumped it up and down a couple of times before coming up for air. “Not bad” I told her and she continued the job with her hands. I think I could have forced the issue, but that’s a very mediocre turn on. Much better when she takes the initiative and does it on her own – nothing like a girl who just loves my cock. She did just that a few minutes later and managed to get my dick even harder if that was possible. “You’re so sexy doing that, I want to cum on your tits”. She laughed, “I think girls in America are a bit more porno, no?” She wasn’t interested in me coming on her tits, but agreed that she wouldn’t stop doing what she was doing as I came.

With that I let her work on a mix of handjob and blowjob but mostly handjob. I hadn’t ejaculated in over a week so a thick jet of cum flew out and landed on her forearm. The rest of it pooled around her hands as she kept pumping away. “I can keep going as long as you want, I’m not tired” she told me. I didn’t even say anything but I’m sure my facial expression spoke volumes; I’m glad I can’t see myself when I cum. I took some toilet paper from the roll and offered it to her, but she went straight to the sink to wash. I went behind her and gave her a thank you kiss on the nape of her neck.

It’s true, it was a one night stand without any sex. But I know I’ve planted some seeds…and I’ll be back.

A Recap (or, The Time I Smashed a Virgin)

As with many smashes, this wasn’t something planned out, it ended up happening because I applied certain key game concepts and stuck to them until the deal was sealed…or in this case, until the seal was broken.

My boys and I met a group of exchange students from Colombia about a year ago. A couple of them worked at this awesome Empanada place we’d go to late at night and we often saw then around on their off nights at the same spots we held our drinking bouts. It was fun seeing them; they’re great to hang out with, have a few laughs and practice Spanish. One of my friends, Nick, got a little more “in there” when he started fuck-friending one of them, but it was all casual from my end, purely platonic. Nick started suggesting I should go for one of them, Viviana – she was quieter than the rest and seemed like a really nice good girl. She didn’t dress as provocatively as the others so I never really noticed her, but when I started paying attention I saw she had some real potential; cute face with a bright smile and what seemed to be a pretty tight body with a curvy Latina ass. It was on! Next chance I got I spoke to her and ended up getting her number to “speak in Spanish so she could reply in English”.

Fast forward about 3 months: Nick and I got invited to check out a club by our Colombians; apparently it was a real hit in the exchange student community. Sounded perfect to me, I love variety! Viviana came out  in a really cute dress which showed off her shapely legs but somehow masked what she had for an ass. I didn’t mind it, we drank, danced, and I pulled the make-out on the dance-floor move. She loved it, but kept calling me “un descarado” (a cheeky boy), and was taken aback by my directness, I’d never tried anything with her before, we only had innocent hangouts – I respond to vibes, and just never felt it until this time. I played on the cheeky boy card all night and she kept pretending to be scandalized, but responded every time i gave her a kiss. Very sweet of her.

The four of us somehow ended up in a cab together, and I gave the cabbie directions to my place. It was almost 3 am, but we partied, watching music videos and dancing like a bunch of clowns for about an hour until Nick took off. I brought Angela a sleeping bag and cover and told her she could get comfy on the couch, meanwhile, Viviana and I had come to the unspoken conclusion that we’d be sleeping together -she was ready, I’m a nice guy, and why not?

In bed, we started making out and I caressed her gently, running my hand under the t-shirt I’d lent her and brushing lightly around her breasts, making herwant more without giving in yet. I took her hand and guided it down below my waist, she was clumsy at first, not sure of how to grasp my already rock hard cock through my boxers, so I freed it and let her do what her instincts told her to.

This was probably what was turning me on the most about this situation. With any other girl, it’s like ‘okay whatever, we know what this is and what’s coming next”, but with Vivi it was different. I sensed her inexperience alongside the eagerness of an exciting new experience. I was happy to take it slow and make her feel totally comfortable,  it’s my virgin policy. I’ve heard too many stories from girls who either first did it with a clumsy inexperienced teenage wreck or were taken advantage of by a bigger douchebag than yours truly. Say what you will, but I get girls because I get girls.

Right, so she was stroking my dick and I was playing with each of her nipples in turn, first by drawing a circle around the aureole with my index finger then, as it swelled, brought my thumb in on the action and slowly tweaked it like the knobs on my studio mixer. I still hadn’t touched her pussy and I was sure she was dying for me to get there, so I took her t-shirt of and started licking her nipples. She’d discovered my balls by now and seemed to be enjoying squeezing the sack, I put my hand on top of hers to settle her pace before she got too excited -ball massages can be both amazing and terrible at the same time – I had to make sure we didn’t get to terrible.

She turned sideways to face me and brought a leg up over mine so I gave in and started squeezing her ass as my hand made its way down between her cheeks. I felt the heat radiating before even touching her panties, only brushing my fingers over the lace, just enough to get a feel for her pussy. I then moved them off to one side and slipped a finger in between her snatch, keeping it there and moving it from side to side, feeling it moisten as our tongues danced an Argentine Tango.

I took her panties off and kicked off my boxers then spread her legs open for a midnight snack. She kept her pussy shaven so it was easy to give it little kisses as I made my way down to the good spots. A this point I wondered a bit about Angela in the living room. I was sure she was passed out, but my door was ajar and  technically she could hear if she wanted. Funny, but  not exactly a turn on – I had absolutely zero interest otherwise I’d have masterminded a way to get another threesome going.

As I licked, I slowly worked a finger in her pussy. I wasn’t convinced that she was really a virgin, I’m just not too trusting, what can I say. I didn’t break a hymen, but was it ever tight, like whoa. She gave a start and I started thinking “this is already nice, no need to possibly ruin a nice soiree by making her cry.” But since it was in anyway I worked it in and out as I licked and she made all the right noises so I stopped worrying. I went back up to make out with her and she seemed to like tasting herself on my lips and tongue – what a turn on. “Wait, I want to try something” she said and got up on all fours. She kissed my neck, chest, and worked her way down to my balls where she ran her tongue from my sack to the tip before taking it in. I held up her hair to see how she was doing, it looked really hot seeing her kinda struggle with my cock but trying nonetheless to go as deep as she could. I was impressed, if she hadn’t done this before I could only surmise she learned by watching porn, and that was even hotter.

She got on top of me and slid her snatch up and down on my cock, rubbing herself on it and lubing it up in the process, I put her hand on it and said “I love how wet you are, feel it!” and she squeezed it hard. I grabbed a condom from my night table drawer and slipped it on. I didn’t feel like I could de-virginize her in any other way but missionary so I got her off me and onto her back. She spread her legs up and I rested one of them on my shoulder, kissing her calf and foot while I rubbed the tip of my dick in the folds of her labia. Slowly, one millimeter at a time I started pushing my cock inside while she put a hand  on my pelvis.

It seemed fine at first, but once I got the head in it just became stuck, it literally felt like there was an obstruction and there was no way to get in any further.  So I fucked her with the tip of my cock and after  a minute or so I noticed I was now half-way in…another minute and she gasped as I buried myself in that beautiful, hot, tight pussy all the way to the hilt. From there it was easy, I didn’t get aggressive but we fucked every which way. Some steady pumping, deep penetration, and a lot of tantric moments where the movement was so subtle I could feel my cock being squeezed rhythmically…she said she could feel my heart-beat in it. Finally I thought I felt she’d had enough and we switched to doggy. She was so sweet she didnt know what I meant and I had to pretty much position her, but she took it well and really enjoyed it, bringing a hand in between her legs to stroke my balls – I swear, she had to have seen a lot of porn and wanted this for a long time.

As we went to sleep I asked her what she thought.

“Jes, it was very nice”, she said with her cute little accent

“And what was your favourite position?” I asked.

“All of them!” she laughed.

 

 

 

It’s been AGES!

The past year has been nuts – So much work that sex has been little more than a quick distraction or occasional thrill. I wanted to focus this blog on my sexual escapades alone -what I do and who I hang out with is irrelevant to my quasi-erotic musings.

I’m behind so I’ll force myself to get on this, if only for the colourful memories I’ll be reading through as I reminisce back to my bachelor days.

Am I Back?

Things have been a bit weird lately. I found I’m very disillusioned by women in general, there’s always something off-putting. Part of it is that I’m pretty accomplished as a person, so for a woman to be at my level, she’d have to be really special. But here’s the problem: The ‘special’ ones don’t hang out in bars and clubs.

Another thing I’ve noticed is I’m bored by sex as a novelty, I can’t just do it if there’s no real attraction.

In short, these last few months haven’t encouraged me to continue updating this blog since at this point I’d rather have more meaningful relationships. I’m not enough of a douchebag to really keep it up. And yet, it could only be a phase…summer’s around the corner and these skirts are catching my eye.

TBC

The co-ed

It’s stupid, she’s actually a law school student, but the whole thing about how we met and what happened is very college-like.

My best wing and I headed out to our favourite crawl-zone, well away from the entertainment district, closer to home and more for those people in the know. I can’t stand the young crowd, those fuckers don’t know how to handle their liquor nor how to have a good time. Wow, you’re old enough to drink, you’re so awesome you puking fuck! I digress, we decided to check a very well known haunt that we’d been avoiding for some weird reason. I knew it would be good as soon as we got there, not because of the hipster looking guy at the door wearing nothing but his skivvies, but because he was surrounded by girls who seemed to think it was great stunt. With that kinda attitude, you can bet on a good time even in Baghdad.

I slapped a couple of girls asses with my gloves on the way up the stairs, instead of giving me dirty looks they laughed and whooped it up. Now admittedly, the crowd was young, 20-25, but laid back – lookin to have a good time more than to impress. I saw the co-ed relatively soon after checking the coat, she was carrying her beer and I mine so I cheers’d it and walked on, but I noticed the look, she looked happy I did it. She a was cute, a light skinned black girl with sensual lips. Bob and I mingled with the crowd and Bob went off with a friendly blonde closer to the dancing area (I wouldnt call it a dance floor). I bopped around nearby drinkin my lager and scoping the scene, the thing is, I didn’t want to be obvious about scoping the scene, it looks sketch (I’ve become pretty good about being nonchalant in scoping the scene). On my right was an ADD struck girl fleeting like a hummingbird between her girlfriendfriend and the guys nearby (including myself) , I thought she would be a good target but when I saw her start making out with the friend I lost interest; I find attention seeking bitches a real turn off.

The co-ed was somehow near me so I asked how her night’s going and if she was off school (I was pretty sure she’d be in school). We had a good little chat and started dancing together, I was just feeling good and not trying to perv her or be an idiot about it, I think I was giving off a good vibe because when I put my hand round her waist to bring her closer she responded in kind. Hook, line, and sinker – I knew I had her. I gave it till the end of the song to start making out with her and, as expected, she was more than happy to.  It was getting near to last call so we went to the bar to get a new beer we would share (seriously, the things you do with strangers when you’re drunk) but we didn’t make it. I asked if she wanted to get out and she said yes, this time I was surprised -believe it or not, I don’t take many girls home the night I meet them, I tend to work on it over a couple of dates, but hell yeah, I’ll take that. To make a long story short, her tall friend wouldn’t let her come by but had no problem letting me go over.

I ditched the Wing, he understood, I’d expect no less of him, and took a cab to the friend’s place where she was staying in another friend’s bedroom who was away for the holidays. This was the point where I realized I didn’t have a rubber on me. She didn’t either, and if the room we stayed in had any, we didn’t find em. So we made out some more and in our drunken stupidity fucked without a dome- well I don’t know if two strokes counts as fucking, but I put it in bareback and took it out when I realized that’s just not something I do. “That felt so good, baby, I’ll come over tomorrow and we can fuck all night” she whispered, then she asked “when was the last time you got tested?” I was a bit fed up with the whole thing,  “A few months ago, like four or five, but I never fuck without a condom, this was the first time.” I think I said that more to make myself feel better, I know I’m clean, it’s her I don’t know about. Fuck it felt stupid, plus I had blue balls.

When we woke up in the morning we 69d for a bit and then I went home.

The Threesome – Part 3

Wow, this took a long time,  I’m obviously a champ when it comes to procrastination.  I finished writing this piece on my Blackberry and for some reason couldn’t upload it. Well here it is, the finale:

The couch in the living room was gettin its seams worked in, as was Steph – all was dandy. Anna asks where I keep my “special videos” and I tell her to wait, her turn is coming soon. She comes behind me and rubs my chest and by this time I’m thinking it’s about time to add another notch to my belt. I pull out of Steph and snap the rubber off in the same motion before tossing it on the floor (is that grimey?).

“Okay” I say to Anna “your turn.” She grabs my cock to lead me into the room and, as I walk in, I press play on the DVD player -yep, before I had threesomes, I jerked off. It was a random scene where a sleazy looking guy with slicked black hair and a downwards curved cock was giving a blonde the ass reaming of her life. “Oh look at you” Steph pipes in,”all ready with the porn”. “You love it” I say laying on the bed. Anna jumps on top and starts riding me enthusiastically, twice my cock slips out but she makes a game out of putting it back in then popping up on purpose to do it again. I get her to lean over me so I can do the pumping, she has curvy hips and and ass to match so I’m squeezing one cheek and slapping the other, Steph joins in, laughing and they kiss while I’m busy pumping away. I don’t want to finish anything yet so I get her into doggystyle. It’s the view I get in that position that always pushes me over the edge so I try not to look. I focus on Steph and pump away but evenually Anna’s moans and bouncing ass push me over the edge. I pull out and shoot a load on her lower back and her left ass cheek. Steph helps out by continuing to jerk me off. Anna, still on all fours, looks back at me and at Steph, “hahaha, this is so like a porno!” I had to agree. Maybe not a porno with ass reaming and a curved cock, but top quality for the amateur files.
The girls got to work on me for round two, and after a brief struggle with too satisfied a libido, Steph is rolling the condom down my shaft, “It’s your turn again”, I tell her. Truth be told, I didn’t want Steph, I wanted Anna again. Steph said she’d wait so I let Anna sit on my rod instead then I get up and bend her over the bed for Doggystyle part two (Back in the Doghouse). Steph, meantime,  is laying on the bed legs spread. This seems like a good time to switch it up so my dick bids goodbye to Anna’s pussy with a final thrust or two,  for good measure. It was an amicable parting, I think.
The best part of the entire night came as I was fucking Steph missionary and Anna, on the bed behind Steph, fingered herself as she maintained eye contact with me. In the end, that was what got me off a second time. As Steph and I lay recuperating on the bed, Anna went to the kitchen to call someone…Afterwards Steph tells me it was her boyfriend. I still sometimes still wonder what they talked about.

The Threesome – Part 2

Anna is very open – as she’d already mentioned before all this started – so it doesn’t take her long to get her top off. Her tits looked really good in her bra, filling it up very nicely,  but they show a bit of sag once they’re free. What can you expect from tits that size though? She’s next to me on the sofa and raises herself on her knees so I can get a good view. Obviously I’m not going to just watch, so while Steph gets to work on my dick, alternating between her mouth and her hands, I’m squeezing Anna’s tits, sucking her nipples, and rubbing her pussy through her pants. “These would make for a great tit job” I say. “Tit fuck you mean?” asks Anna, teasing. “Tit sex, whatever. They’re made for it” Steph just laughs and does her thing, she gives me a conspiratorial look while Anna’s kissing my chest and I wink at her. We’re not a couple, but this is one of the nicest things somebody’s done for me.

Anna gets on the floor next to Steph, “My turn” she says, and gets to tit fucking. A tit fuck is a tit fuck, not exactly the epitome of sexual ecstasy, but she’s doing it well – not her first time, that’s for sure. It doesn’t take very long for her to get bored of it though and next thing I know her tonsils are having some sort of argument with the tip of my cock. Unlike her somewhat rough handjob technique, she has a very smooth and fluid blowjob method, which alternates between concentrating on the tip of my cock and then trying to deep throat it. It makes it hard for me to concentrate on Steph who’s now naked, but I’m still enjoying kissing and fingering her while my dick’s getting taken care of by another girl. Luckily the TV is also on and Jersey Shore, of all things, is showing. Nothing like seeing those retards to keep me in check.

Steph eventually get on the floor next to Anna and they take turns sucking, but at this point Anna wants another drink and goes to the kitchen to help herself. Steph takes advantage to monopolize my cock and forgets all about sharing, but at this point I’m good to go and would rather get going before I have an unpleasant and unplanned accident. “Anna, go to my room and open the bedside drawer, you’ll know why”. Those gold wrapped domes would be really hard to miss and sure enough she comes back with one…just one? I put it beside me on the sofa and Steph, being the good friend that she is, says “Oh, you’re back, here your turn” Anna gets back to work and I get to massaging Steph’s tight pussy, I think she stopped giving me head knowing that Anna would make me nice and hard for her. I rip open the shiny package and give it to Anna to do the honours, she tries to put it on with her mouth but it gets stuck and I have to roll it back up a bit to fix it, but now I’m really good. “Thanks sweetie” I say and give one of her tits a nice squeeze as she gets up.

Steph is ready to go and stradles my cock, while Anna sits next to me and kisses my neck and chest as I finger her. We get a nice rhythm going and as I lay back Steph and Anna start making out. It’s probably good I’m not a lesbian action fan or who knows, I would’ve prematured on the spot; it was a very hot scene and I was lovin the ride.

Steph gets off(on) me and I get her on her hands and knees on the sofa, “You know, Anna, you’re next, I have no idea why you only brought one dome”. She’s on the way to the bedroom before I finish the sentence and comes back with a couple of new domes, “That’s better” I say. She comes over and sort of gives me a massage but it seems like it’s more that she’s feeling left out. “You can participate, too, what if you just put it back in right now”, “oh yeah, like a porn star huh”, she says, in on my dirty lil secret of jerking off to porn threesomes since I was 10. But she’s a bit clumsy “Ugh, it’s not working, this is something I can only do on myself”. Well so much for threesomes with amateurs, I think, but it was also funny and I laugh and squeeze her tits some more.

Steph is  somewhat detached from the situation, not having much of a view of things and Anna, semi-bored again, goes over to the TV “So where are your special movies?” “Oh, that’s in the bedroom, we’ll get to them when I get to you.” “Aooh, alright!” After a few more minutes of pumping into Steph I feel it’s time to change pussies…

The Threesome – Part 1

It’s been a long time coming but like all good things, they come to he who waits.  It started with a text on Wednesday night, “you up for a threesome tomorrow?”. Naturally I didn’t expect it to come through, girls are notorious flakes especially when planned sexual activities are concerned.  I knew that this one was a freak and whatever happened, I’d get my dick wet at the very least. After some texts back and forth, trying not to appear to eager but instead keeping it light and flirty, I was rewarded with a pic of the said friend – a cute brunette with big tits and a curvy ass. I got an instant hard on with the realization that I was looking at a girl I would be fucking tomorrow night. There’s something to that, I tell you.

Thursday was shaping out for a flakeout, first with a text that read “so she has a bf” (like I care), then a couple of hours later, “do you mind if I just come alone?”  Technically no, but I was soo close so I tried to smooth things over,” just bring her too and she can chill while you’re sucking me off”. With that said and done, there was only the matter of finishing work left. I didn’t get any hopes up, at this point I was only looking forward to getting some mouth relief and doing her doggy.

I tidied the place and chilled out on the computer, until finally I get the call and open the front door to complaints I’d left them standing outside too long.  I ignored Steph and introduced myself to her friend, Anna. She was even cuter than in the picture, and had very dark doe eyes and very full lips – I liked her right away. They asked for drinks  to warm up, the bar they’d been at before was charging ridiculous prices apparently (don’t they all) so I served up Tequilla Sunrises which were very well received (I knew that Grenadine syrup would come in handy…) With the drinks, the clubmix on the stereo, and the TV all playing a part in stimulating our senses, the sexual atmosphere was steadily building up.

When Anna went to the washroom at some point I whipped my cock out for Steph to have something to play with, “what do you think she’d do if she comes out and sees you jerking me off”  I asked in between kisses. “Umm, I dunno, she might get freaked out. ” I doubted it, “I doubt it,” I said and kept my pants unbuttoned. Anna walks out of the bathroom and sees what’s up, but pretends she doesn’t “I’m going to get another drink” and she does, but first I catch her taking another peek. Steph and I are kissing and pretend nothing’s going on when she comes back and sits on the couch, glass of wine in hand. There’s a bit of an awkward silence and she gives Steph a shove.

“Yeah you should encourage her” I say, “she gives great handjobs….maybe you two should compare”, they both laugh and Steph says “yeah we should have a head-off”. Again we laugh and Anna suggests we start with a ‘hand off’ instead. That’s my cue as far as I’m concerned and I stand up to get in front of her “Okay, your turn then.” I’m not fully hard yet but it’s already well-grown. “Wow, Steph you were right, that’s so big, you’re so big!” “and she grabs it at first unsure what to do with it. When she jerks it she’s pretty rough, more mechanics than finesse but how could I possibly complain? Steph is looking on with a smirk and Anna keeps jerking “Ok, this is weird, haha”. Again, my cue, so I sit with one on either side. “I think this will work out much better, may the best hand win” and I lie back grinning. Steph decides to just get on her knees and do it from the floor and I got no problem with that.

“How about I close my eyes and I guess at who’s doing it?” I suggest, I’m just so full of ideas and initiative tonight. Anna likes this but grabs my tie from a nearby chair and wraps it around my eyes, “there he can’t see.” But I could, just a little, heheh. They take turns giggling here and there, alternating between hands and even using one hand each. I could tell each time anyway but the second time they went at it with both hands, I just had to watch so I take off the tie and and just enjoy the show. Surprisingly, I think to myself, I’m handling this so well – then again, I’m not a virgin 17 year old anymore, I’ve done a lot to catch up and now it’s finally paying off…

Being socially aware

It all starts with listening. You’d be surprised how much you can tell about a girl just by listening to her. Not because what she’s saying really matters, but because there is always an underlying tone to everything. You start to take note of her true personality.

I was out with a friend a few weeks ago and after noticing one of the two girls at the other end of the bar giving me the ol’ eye a few times I went over to initiate the conversation with the other one. They turned out to be somewhat guarded and made a few sarcastic remarks, but they were playful and, in the end, quite friendly. One of them had a stunning body. Voluptuous but firm with a lovely, taut stomach…

As the night progressed we escalated the physical contact and neither of them seemed to mind it. After a while though, I started to pick up on some of the things The Body was saying -mostly related to money. It seemed to come up more than in the usual conversation, she started “charging” for each part of her body that he touched and he was probably a good 10 grand in the hole by the time they’d left. When I grabbed her ass and gave it a good squeeze her only remark was that it would cost me $100 instead of the usual $10 for the more PG parts of the body.

If you guessed Stripper like  I did, you’d be wrong. She was an escort. I found out when they got picked up by a pimp in a Land Rover I recognized from one of the condos I deal with.

The moral of the story here, obviously, is if a girl talks about money, she’s a probably a hooker….proceed as you wish.