Jazmin – Guess Girl – Chapter 7

Any man that hasn’t mastered the art of pleasing a women in this way should be ashamed and get some schooling. Because giving quality oral sex to a woman is paramount to being in a relationship with her.

“I kind of like being blindfolded, Charles. It adds to the excitement. I feel bad but I trust you. This is a new feeling for me.”

“You’re safe Jazmin. We’re almost home.”

I love this crazy sex project. What once started as a sexual blackmail/extortion plot has transformed into a sweet virgin extraction program. I have nothing to worry about. I’m good at gently relieving girls of their virginities, but this is simply an oral pleasuring session and I’m the king of that. My girlfriend Cherie adores my oral offerings and I’ve practiced my entire life to become a pro at pleasuring the ladies down under.

Any man that hasn’t mastered the art of pleasing a women in this way should be ashamed and get some schooling. Because giving quality oral sex to a woman is paramount to being in a relationship with her.

You have to be able to do it and do it well.

Come on guys. Learn that shit and do it. I’ll blog lessons if you don’t get it.

My girlfriend is 28 and I know how to light her candle. I’ve been able to do this since I was 16. Figure it out. Do research. Understand all of the parts of your girl’s sex. It’s not that hard. It’s all about enthusiasm, education and desire.

Just kiss her deeply there and be passionate about her special private place and you’ll be fine. Listen to her. If she’s moaning. You’re doing it right. Don’t speed up or slow down. What you’re doing is working, and just stay with her. You’re almost there and just be consistent with her sexually. Women like that in sex and life with their men.

I’m here in this odd situation with this beautiful confused lady. As odd as this situation is, I’ve been in so many that have been insane compared to this one.


All this girl wants is to feel something, and she is scared to death.


She saw an opportunity to take something and then when it came to collect she was almost too terrified to redeem her bounty. I’m feeding off this energy now and see that I have a lovely woman blindfolded in a sun bed and begging for satisfaction.

Jazmin feels safe but is still frightened of the stage she’s set for herself. I was terrified at the onset of this transaction but now I am empowered by the idea of what Jazmin has proposed and ready to go.

“Are you there?”

“Yes. Are you ready Jasmine?”

I’m going to remove the towel.”


“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure, Charles.”

I hate how Jazmin keeps using my name because it implicates me in this magnificent deed.

I drop to my knees before her. I slowly remove the yellow towel from Jazmin’s crotch.

I hear her breath hiss from fear at her reveal.

I drop the towel to the floor. I look upon her for the first time.

Jazmin is my favorite naked girl from the 70’s. Her vulva is covered in black, crisp curls that are absolutely exquisite. It’s not even that curly, it’s a lovely tangle of magical raven strands that scream sex to me. I catch a whiff of a slight musky scent. It’s lovely, unique and exotic. Her plump rose colored vulva beneath it calls to be kissed.

I come from an age when women had hair on their bodies below their eyebrows.

Her pubis is perfect to me.

“I’m sorry. I don’t look like girls of today.”

“Jaz… You’re perfect.”

I kissed her sleek caramel thighs and loved being with her. I lingered on each leg for myself but to prolong her agony. I teased her pussy as much as I could before I actually began to stimulate her. The moment my lips made contact with her vulva, Jazmin sucked in her breath. I licked her inner labia and ran my tongue along the sides of them and over the hood of her already distended clitoris. Her labia minora were grey in color and then became a bright pink further inside her vagina, much like my girlfriend Cherie’s. I sucked on her inner labia and licked them simultaneously. I licked up and down her now sopping slit and dipped my writhing tongue inside her sweet vagina. I loved the feeling of burrowing through her lovely bushy nest of pubic hair.

Jazmin is moaning and her sighs are music to my ears. I run my fingers gently through her luxurious black bush, and start sucking on her rather large clitoris. I flick it with my tongue to bring forth her very first orgasm. Just a nice steady rhythm.

“Oh…….Oh….Oh my……Ohhhhhhhhh!!!!!!”

Jazmin’s body shudders with ecstasy as the waves of pleasure wash over her beautiful body. She clasps my head between her supple thighs and I just keep my tongue busy on her pink parts. Jazmin squealed with delight. When she came I was sprayed in the face and mouth with her slippery juice.

She slumped backward onto the sunbed in exhaustion. Beads of sweat glistened on her forehead. Her ripe mouth pouting in short breaths.


I then returned the hand towel to cover her.


“Oh my….. That felt wonderful! I’ve never felt that magical feeling, ever!”


“Congratulations on your first orgasm, Jazmin.”


She pulled the blindfold from her lovely visage.

She clutched the towel blinking her eyes with a grin on her face and a new twinkle in her eye. “Is that what that was? It was an incredible feeling! Wait… Did I pee on you?”

“No! You’re what’s called a squirter. Apparently when you experience an orgasm a small amount of liquid is ejected from your urethrea.”

“I felt something happen. Is that normal?”

“Perfectly normal. I’m going to let you get dressed. You did great, Jaz.”

“Oh my god…. that felt Soooo Gooood!

“Unless you need a cuddle, I’ll let you gather yourself.”


I smiled and left the room, closing the door behind me.


For a moment, I almost imperceptibly saw a slight look of abandonment on her face.



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Kita – Chapter 50 – Double Dip – Part 3

“STOP! This post is NSFW! Continue at your own risk.”

You’ve been warned.

I’ve been reluctant to release what transpired between Kita and myself. We’ve come so far on this odd journey and I never expected this outcome in a million years at my age.

But the blog isn’t going to write itself and I pride myself in telling the raw truth about the experiences in my life. I appreciate you taking the time to read my blog and follow this long series. I’m eager to see where this will all go from here.

We’ve been closed for twenty minutes and now I have to go through the whole spray tanning tutorial with this little doll. I don’t mind because I like her.

We walk back to the room and she’s looking adorable in the little robe. I can tell she’s more drunk now but giggly and having fun with her night here at the salon.

We go back to room eight and I have to explain to Kita how to do the spray tanner.

Room 8. The Versaspa.

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She’s standing in front of me in the tiny robe and I have to show her the poses that she has to do in the booth to make it work.

“Okay, what do I have to do?”

She’s standing in front of me in a closed salon. There is no one else but us on Earth in Philly right now.

I have to serve my client.

I start to show her the poses she has to do in the booth as the recorded lady’s voice commands her.

I tell her that the key to a great spray tan is “Follow directions.”

She giggles, and as she follows me in the poses (Vogueing dance)

In that moment the robe gave away and opened. (Or, Kita let it open…)

She spreads her arms apart and the robe opened and her breasts popped out. Her dark brown nipples are angry to see me, and the little trim swatch of hair above the plump cleft between her legs looks happy to see me.

At least that was my take on this sudden awkward nudity between me and a client/friend.

My mind races back to the events of the previous week, where I ravished her in the gym. I’m sure she’s thinking about the same event. My heart is pounding and I can feel my cheeks flush with excitement.

“Oops! Sorry! (Clutches the robe shut) You like my legs?” (posing)


“You’re always mentioning how great my legs are.”

For some weird reason I’m remembering rule number 3 here at the salon. (You’re available… but not available)

“You really think I’m pretty?”

“Yes, Kita.”

“I think I’m fat and ugly, and Steve doesn’t want me because of that.”

“I… I think you’re beautiful, Kita.”

“Fuck you. I see the way you look at me.” (She’s never cursed in front of me before)

“I have to admit I love women’s legs. I’m a leg man. You’re legs are exquisite, Kita ”


“They’re perfect. Everything on you is perfectly proportioned. Thighs firm and lean, lovely knees and amazing dramatic calves and lean ankles. That’s all it takes.

“You’re a leg man? I’ve never heard of that. So instead of tits and ass you like girls because of their legs?”

(Drunk repetitiveness)

“That’s it.”

Kita bent her leg forward and marked a pose. “Do you want to kiss my leg? If you love my legs so much you’ll do it.”

I can’t believe my good fortune. My heart is pounding. I say nothing and obey. I knelt before my little queen. My left hand gently reached behind and held her thigh and my right hand grasped her calf. I am honored to be here today. This shouldn’t be happening. My left hand slides down the back of her thigh and I can feel the two connecting hamstring tendons behind her knee. It’s warmer there than the rest of Kita’s leg.

I place the kiss on her patella knowing my hands have already stolen so much more from this young woman I adore. I kiss along her thighs and I am in heaven. Her caramel skin is so soft and smells straight from the bath fresh.

She steps away from me and I think she wants me to stop.

There’s a small vanity across from the spray booth room.


She backs into it and hops up on top of the counter. The robe opens again and she spreads her legs.

“Do you want to kiss me down there again? I can’t stop thinking about what we did… I know you want to.”

Without a word I simply got down on my knees and went down her like a starving wolf. That sweet incision with that small brush of hair upon her mons venus.

Kita’s moans echoed through the empty salon. Sounds never heard before in this place of business until a week ago. Kita wriggled around my swirling tongue. Her moans became high-pitched squeals and she shuddered and pushed my face from her sopping vulva.

I looked up her smiling face.

“Fuck me.” She commanded. Her dark, almond eyes twinkling with drunken lust.

I quickly lost my shoes and pants. Ready to go like a Saturn 5 rocket, I slowly ease into her sex. She gasps as I begin to move inside her. Kita wraps her lovely legs around me. She extends her slender arms out and holds me behind my neck.

“Fuck me hard. Hurt me.”

Within minutes we are bucking on each other like rutting dogs. Kita is moaning and her eyes are rolling back as she shudders again and again beneath my insistent thrusting into her tight, juicy pussy. “Oh… I’m coming again!” She’s so tiny my cock can’t go all the way inside her without slamming into her cervix.

“Give it to me, daddy.”

I ram it into her as if I’m trying to fuck her back to China.

Kita is squealing and I can feel my climax beginning to roar towards my groin like a freight train coming off the tracks.

I pull out and my member springs up like a diving board. Three powerful bursts strike Kita’s face, breasts and belly. A beautiful, messy mosaic of life.

The salon swirls around me in a blur of orgasmic release.

She flops against the wall. Glistening with sweat and semen that create a lovely sheen on her tan body. Fluid runs and drips from her, splashing the counter top.

I grab one of the little yellow towels on the sink and begin to clean her up. Kita is panting and smiling. Her eyes blinking as if still trying to process what she just encountered.

It’s funny that during this entire tryst I never thought to kiss her. It wasn’t a romantic encounter. It was a transaction. A debt that needed to be paid. But I was pleased beyond words to be her creditor. (Or her mine!)

“Oh my God. You’re amazing. I really needed that, Charles.”

“The pleasure was truly all mine. You’re like a fantasy come to life my dear.”

“Thank you! she giggled, pulling the little robe around her lithe body.


“Ready for that spray tan?”



This has been one of the most amazing, unexpected, game changing moments in my lucky life.


This song says it all…


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Kita – Chapter 47 – Reckoning – Part 2

Reckoning: A bill or account, or its settlement.




So it looks like you guys have the gym going.”

“Yea. We’re getting some people in for personal training now. Do you want to check it out?”

We walk to the front of the salon and into the gym. It’s quiet even the though the city is buzzing. There is a women’s march today and it’s restaurant week.

We walk into the gym together and look out the windows that face Walnut Street. I’m actually happy to be standing next to little Kita.

“Great view, Charles.”

“It’s nice here.”

She takes my hand as we gaze over the hustle and bustle of the best shopping district in Philly.

“I’ve missed you, Charles. You’ve been such a great force in my life.”

“Thank you. I like to help people, Kita. I like you.”

“I’m sorry I never texted you and sent pictures from Florida. I suck as friend!”

“Hey. It’s okay. You were busy with friends and family. Don’t worry about me. Look… I got an extra banana today at Wawa, I must have felt something.”

For once, I really meant that in that moment. I did. Delaney be damned. I was just happy to see her again. We have a little history.

Kita continued to gaze out the window over Walnut Street. She seemed to be searching for something to say.

I sat down on one of the square box things that people are supposed to be able to jump up on if they’re in shape. To me in this moment, it’s a chair.

“When I was away in Florida…”


I can’t…”

“What is it, Kita? You can always talk to me. I’m your tanning counselor.”

She giggled. “Thank you for that… It’s just that you’ve been so good to me.”

“Well. that’s what friends do for each other, Kita. What’s up?”

“You gave so much to me and were so sweet to me.” She continues to gaze out over Walnut Street.

“I like you, Kita. You’re a nice girl.”

“But I was down in the keys in Florida an I thought about all these shitty boys in my life and how I struggle with them.”

“Well that’s called experience and growing up, Kita. You have to kiss the frogs to eventually meet your prince.”

“I know. But I don’t know what I’m doing and I make so many mistakes.”

“That’s part of growing up Kita. We’ve all had to go through it. I know it sucks.”

“But… it seems like when I’m with you it feels like how I want it to be with boys my age and it never is.”

“Awww… it’s because guys your age don’t know what they’re doing. They’re finding their way too.”

“I know but I want them to be like you to me.”

“I’m just happy to spend what little time I have with you. I just tried to show you how it should be, Kita.

“I never realized it until now, but now I know.”

“What do you know, Kita?”

“All of the sweet things you did for me are what dating me should be like. I never realized it while it was happening, but I woke up in Florida and realized it for the first time.”

“Okay.” (Finally playing into my dark wings)

I’m sitting on the cube and Kita approaches me.

She climbs onto my lap and kisses me deeply. Her tongue is hungry and busy. It’s as if she is searching for a lost toy in my mouth.

“I’ve missed you terribly, Kita”

“I’ve missed you too, Charles. I’m sorry.”

I kiss her neck and chest. My hands find her firm breasts and squeeze. Kita is a wonderful young girl. I love how she has so much virtue but yields to me.

I’m not preying on this little innocent angel.

She comes to me.

I’ve missed kissing my love. Her mouth is sweet and minty. I grab her hair and yank it back and she moans. I kiss her neck.

“Oooh be rough with me, Charles.”

(What the fuck is going on?)

I glance over to the counter and the salon is empty. I pull her top up over her head and suck her nipples. Her breasts are full and white. For a moment I realize that Kita tans with her underwear on. That’s weird. Most girls go au natural. I like the prude in Kita and that makes her tits even more desirable. Because I feel like I’m getting something I shouldn’t even be seeing.

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

I have a brown nipple in my mouth. “I think you’re lovely Kita.”

“I think I’m ugly.”

“We’re celebrating your beauty right now, honey.”

Kita grabs my hand and shoves it down her pants. I feel a slight brush of pubic hair. (I love that.) Kita has left some of her womanhood behind. I love a hairy pussy because that’s there for a reason. The porn industry is a lie. Girls need to retain their pubic hair. Kita at least has some on the top.

My hand deftly caresses her soft vulva. My middle finger curls into her vagina. Kita throws her head back and moans. I keep looking through the little window of the salon to see if anyone has come in. It’s been dead, so I’m praying no one comes in.

“Oh… Your fingers feel so good in me, Charles.”

It’s weird to hear my former favorite client emit these words.

Right now she’s my favorite Number One client.

Fuck Delaney.

Kita is BACK.

“Kiss me.”

I dig into Kita’s little mouth with my lips and tongue. It is the most passionate moment of the year. I can’t believe I’m ripping into this 21-year-old girl.

I rip off her tights. I look at the window and no one is in the salon.

I need to devour her.

She flops back onto the square like a rag doll. I pull her tights off and she spreads her delicious legs. She’s beautifully tan and her caramel thighs are firm and supple. Her pussy has a brush of hair on the top. But her plump labia are shaved. I push her thighs open wider and her vagina opens to me. Kita has a short hood over her clitoris and a pair of little labia minora that open to me as well. I gently roll her prepuce back with my thumb and lick her erect clitoris with my tongue.

I flick her stiff clit and suck and lick her delicious, salty slit.

I can’t believe this is happening!!!!

Kita gasps and squeals as I deliver her orgasm after orgasm, swabbing out her hot cunt with my mouth. Kita actually is a squirter and I accept her juice and lap it up.

I’m rock hard and want to fuck her right now but I have to be careful.

I can’t believe this is happening!!!!!!

I hear the door downstairs open and I pull my mouth way from Kita’s sweet, sopping little pussy with a wet smack.

I limp to the counter, grab a towel and wipe off my face.

I send the client to a sun bed. They have no idea what’s going on in the gym.

I return to Kita.

“Oh my god. That was amazing. I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“It’s okay, baby.”

I kiss Kita deeply and run my hand along her firm tanned thigh. I find the moist junction between her legs and caress her juicy slit again.

“I like when you touch me like that, Charles.”

I kiss her again. Her lips are sticky.

“Look… I’m confused, Charles.”

“Don’t be. You’re just living your life.”

“No. I really like Steve and I’m not over my ex but I can’t stop doing stuff with you.”

“You’re fine.”

“I should go.”

Sadly, in this moment I realized I may have groomed this confused girl into sex with me and left her to figure out real world relationships.


Things could always be worse.


Am I worse?



The Orchid – Chapter 1

I am a happily married man with two wonderful kids. I have a good job and my wife is self-employed in her own marketing firm that her and her associate started a few years back. We live in a high-rise condo in Southern California and seem to be living out the American dream. The area of struggle has been finding good and reliable help around the house and with the kids. One day my wife came home from a day at the office with a new idea. One of her workmates had told her about a Cultural Exchange program. I had never heard of such a thing but she explained it was like a Foreign Exchange Student program but these young people are out of school and are looking for employment. Her friend thought it might work for housekeeping and babysitting in exchange for room, board and a small stipend.

I thought it would be uncomfortable to have someone live with us rather than coming daily to be here when the kids got home from school. She quickly pointed out the latter wasn’t working all that well. For fun, we tossed around some of the particulars that would have to be considered like speaking English, and being that we had a young son and daughter that it would be best to be a female. We agreed that I would consider it and that she would find some more information about the non-profit agency that put these things together.

It was a week or two later, after both of us had had to take various days off early to manage the kids due to an unreliable care taker, that my wife Birdie came home with exciting news. She said she spoke to the Cultural Exchange agency and had made arrangement to meet some young ladies from China that met our specifications. I was surprised since I didn’t realize that we had signed up with the agency but Birdie said it had happened a bit fast for her too, but then said “What the heck, let’s at least meet one or two.”

Within a week we got the call that a recent graduate from a Chinese high school that had signed up for the Exchange program was available. She spoke English; she was responsible, and she wanted to see America. The agency made arrangements for her to be brought by for an interview so we could meet her to make a decision, and vice versa. We wanted everybody to be involved in the decision so our nine year old son and our eleven year old daughter were there to meet her as well. When she arrived, she was accompanied by an agency representative to make introductions and to explained the program. Her name was Lan. She was beautiful . . . and tiny, similar in size to our kids, and “speaking English” was a definite stretch. But everybody fell in love with her immediately. She said she was very excited to be in America and would work very hard. We explained our expectations, with the help of the agency gal, and determined she understood fully and was able to handle them. She told us that Lan meant “orchid” in Chinese. How appropriate for this small, delicate, china white beauty.

We had a home office that my wife had started her business in, but now with her office downtown we no longer use it. Birdie and our daughter had repurposed it as a bedroom with a girlish flair and Lan loved it. Birdie took the lead over the first several weeks getting Lan up to speed. She had gained quite a bit of confidence in her abilities and was very happy we had gone this route. Lan had won everybody over with her sweetness and unimposing way. I was absolutely intrigued with the dichotomy of this childlike woman. I didn’t have much direct contact with her but loved to watch her work around the house or with the kids. Sitting at dinner, I would have to be careful not to stare. Her shoulder length black hair was so shiny that you would think you could see your reflection in it. Her small facial features, her eyes, nose, and mouth were perfect. Her china doll skin was flawless. Every expression she made, whether concentrating, confused, or especially when she is trying to be funny, was absolutely adorable. Then there was her size. Birdie and Lan had a hard time even finding clothes small enough for her that weren’t out of stores’ pre-teen departments. Watching her from the back doing the dishes with the help of our two kids, she was almost as short but had an incredibly tiny but perfect ass. Knowing she was of age but looked so young was driving me crazy. I had a hard time not feeling like a perv.

Life was near perfect for us as Lan became more of a member of our family than just hired help. As we got ready to spend a weekend at the beach, the girls went out on a swimming suit buying mission. With my daughter getting close to adolescence, this became a much bigger deal than I would have guessed. Finally, all my girls had found something they could tolerate on the beach. Birdie, tall and slender, is as hot as a woman gets in her slinky one-piece suit. My daughter in her skimpy two-piece, probably looking a lot like her mother did at that age, still had some filling out to do. Then there was Lan, who ended up with a small one-piece that looked like a competitive swimmer’s suit that took my breath away. For the first time I could see the nice size of her breasts, small but perfect. The woman in her showed up with two perfectly placed nipples that looked rock hard pressing against her suit. I don’t know if the suit’s design was to ride up her hips on each side but on her it seemed to come up nearly to her thin waist. The definition of her vulva between her small thighs was the things that fantasies are made of. I was getting incredibly excited to get to the beach.

Once we had arrived and settled in, the whole family went out onto the beach to sunbath and swim. There’s nothing better than a So Cal beach. Birdie and I set up in the sand and Lan headed to the water with the kids. We were reading and enjoying the sun when the kids came back from playing in the surf, drenching wet. As I watched Lan walk towards us it didn’t take much imagination what she looked like naked. Her suit was clinging to her in all the right ways and I was smitten. For the rest of the weekend all I could do was watch her. Laying face-down on her towel sunning herself I couldn’t take my eyes off her small shoulders and prefect butt. Lying face-up, my overwhelming lust took my breath away. I was relieved when it was time to head back home because I wasn’t sure how much more of this I could take.

I love my wife but I have to admit that she got some extra sexual energy out of me during our love making following our beach trip thanks to Lan. I continued to enjoy my time watching her in the mornings before going to work and again in the evenings once home. What little interaction Lan had with me was very respectful, she seldom even looked me in the eye, holding her gaze down when speaking to me. Birdie thought it was a cultural thing coming from a patriarchal society. This worked for me because it meant that she didn’t often catch me staring at her, I hoped.

A Unique Gift – Chapter 9

He took the collar and wrapped it round his neck. He had to fiddle with the clasp for a minute to get it to close but it snapped shut. Almost instantly he felt his mind change. He had an overwhelming desire to be submissive and serve Abby any way she wanted. All his previous reservations went and he knew he would happily do anything she asked.

“So? Is it working?” Abby asked.

“Yes mistress I can feel it,” Jack replied and Abby’s eyes went wide as she heard him say mistress.

“Very funny, how do I know it’s working?” Abby asked.

“I think that’s simple mistress, just command me to do something I wouldn’t normally do,” Jack answered.

“Ok first stop calling me mistress and second, let’s see… Strip naked and run down the street and back,” Abby grinned. She still didn’t believe the collar really worked and wanted to see how far Jack would go to trick her but she knew that he would never ever do that.

To her surprise Jack simply agreed and began undressing. She watched as he removed his tshirt. She still thought he was bluffing and would stop before he got completely naked. He kicked off his shoes and undid his pants. This was it, Abby thought, he’ll take off his pants and leave his boxers on but won’t go any further. To her shock Jack pulled his pants and boxers down and kicked them off, standing before Abby completely naked and unashamed he made his way to the front door.

“STOP!” Abby shouted and Jack froze. She couldn’t believe it, he was actually going to do it, the collar really did work! And now he was stood in front of her completely uncaring she was seeing him naked. She stared at him with her mouth hanging open.

“Abby?” Jack asked. She shook her head before bursting out laughing.

“Oh this is amazing. It actually works. How does it work? Who made it? This is incredible,” Abby burbled. Jack simply stood there, he was happy to wait as long as she wanted until she gave him something else to do.

“How does it feel?” Abby asked.

“It feels good, I just want to serve you however you like,” Jack replied.

“Ok this is weird. At least act like normal Jack please,” Abby commanded. Instantly Jack felt his mind return mostly back to normal. There was still a desire to serve Abby however she wanted but he was also more aware of his own normal feelings and desires. He also was aware of the fact he was naked and dashed for his clothes, pulling his boxers and pants on quickly.

“Christ you’re worse than me, put the collar on me and have me naked in less than a minute,” Jack complained.

“Sorry, I just didn’t think it would work. So how does it actually feel?” Abby asked again.

“It’s strange, since you said act like me I feel mostly normal just with this nagging in the back of my mind to do whatever you tell me,” Jack admitted.

“So if I told you to stand on one leg you would?” Abby asked.

“Yes,” Jack replied.

“Then why aren’t you?” Abby asked.

“You only asked if I would, you didn’t tell me to,” Jack answered.

“Ok, stand on one leg,” Abby ordered and Jack raised his left leg, balancing on his right. “Can you put it down?” She continued.

“No, not unless you tell me to,” Jack replied. He could feel the command in his brain. He knew that normally he wouldn’t want to stand on one leg and would want to put his right leg down but right now, as long as Abby wanted him to stay on one leg he wanted that as well.

“Ok you can put it down,” she told him and he did.

“This is odd,” Jack commented.

“Cook me breakfast, bacon and eggs,” Abby commanded.

“Sure,” Jack replied as he moved to the fridge. He cooked them both breakfast. He found since she had ordered him to be himself and hadn’t commanded him to not cook any for himself he was able to as he wanted some as well.

They sat and ate breakfast with Abby gushing over how amazing this collar was. She seemed as excited about it as Jack was. After they finished eating she ordered him to clean up, something she knew he would normally leave as long as possible and Jack found himself enjoying cleaning for once.

“So tell me, who have you used the collar so far?” Abby asked. “I mean you knew it worked so you must have tried it.”

“Miss Jameson,” Jack admitted. He had sworn not to tell anyone but he felt compelled to tell Abby and had no reservations about doing so.

“WHAT? How?” Abby asked.

“I asked her to try on the collar and she did,” Jack said simply.

“And what did you do?” Abby asked although she was fairly certain she could guess. Jack confirmed her suspicions of fucking her brains out. She knew Jack that it didn’t surprise her and she was actually a little jealous.

“Show me whatever photos or videos you took,” Abby commanded. She didn’t even have to ask if he had taken any, she knew full well he would have done. Jack left the room and returned with his camera a few moments later. He showed Abby the pictures of Miss Jameson naked and in various positions.

“Holy shit,” Abby muttered as she looked. She felt herself getting turned on looking the photos. Being bisexual she had been as excited as the guys had been when they first saw Miss Jameson but her horrible attitude and boring class had made Abby drop economics after the first year. She was extremely jealous of Jack right now.

“So tell me who else you plan on using this collar on and what you plan on doing,” she ordered.


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Murder Mystery Weekend – Chapter 10

Barbara arrived last. That girl was constantly late. One day, she would be late for her own funeral. But, as she liked to say, she was ‘worth the wait’. I was in the garage when she pulled in, gathering the tools we would need tomorrow, for taking the dock out of the water and closing the boathouse. That meant I was the first to greet her.

She had changed her clothes before getting into the car, that much was for sure. There was no way that she could have gone out in public with what she was wearing – not without getting arrested for indecent exposure. She had on a short denim skirt that covered very, very little. On top, she was wearing a white shirt, knotted just under her magnificent breasts. Her lacy black bra showed through quite plainly.

I wouldn’t have been surprised if you told me that Barbara purchased her bras from a parachute manufacturer. She had extra-large hooters, and went to great pains to make sure that everyone knew it. The rest of her body was nothing special.

But Barbara’s face was like the Portrait of Dorian Gray: it revealed every vice and every sin that she had ever committed, considered, or even contemplated. She wore just that little extra bit of eye make-up, and her lipstick was always freshly applied. She was far from shy. I have to give her this much credit: Barbara was no home-wrecker. Guys in relationships were perfectly safe from her attentions. But single men – and, if the rumours had any truth to them, single women – were certainly fair game.

Teresa let Barb greet everyone and get settled in. Perhaps half an hour later, she called us all together. By then, most of us were on our second or third drink. Anticipation was growing, and tongues were beginning to wag more freely.

“Welcome, everyone!” said Teresa. “I want to thank our hostess, Eliza, for sharing her wonderful cottage and providing us with a place to play.”

– “You can pay me back tomorrow.” responded Eliza.

Teresa carried on. “The main floor of the house will be our main deck. The kitchen will be our communal galley.” She turned to point in the opposite direction. “The master bedroom – thanks again, Ee – will henceforth be the Captain’s cabin. As such, it is off limits to you scurvy dogs. Except for Lena, who will be sharing it with me.”

That led to a chorus of “Ooohs”, led by Ben and Barb.

– “Not like that.” said Teresa. There is a bathroom off the master bedroom, if the need is urgent. Otherwise, there is a very large bathroom upstairs, and another downstairs. Upstairs will now be known as the upper deck, and that is where most of you will be bunking. There are four bedrooms: Eliza and Claire get the first, Barb and Sheila share the second. Gentlemen, you are at the end of the hall. Ben and Craig will share, and Leo bunks with Eric.”

Leo looked at me, mildly concerned. He was a fussy sleeper, and did not know Eric well.

– “Teresa – sorry.” I interrupted. “I thought you had me rooming with Eric.”

– “I drew lots among the guys, Colin – and you lost. You’ll be camping in the den, right over there. I brought along an air mattress and a sleeping bag.” The den was on the other side of the stairs from the master bedroom.

Teresa then led us downstairs. “This area will be known as the hold.” she said. There was a bathroom, and a very large games room, featuring a pool table and a ping pong table (or table tennis, if you prefer). Further off, there was a storage room, and a laundry room.

That is where Teresa led us. “This room is off limits.” she said, indicating the laundry room. “It is the brig. This is where the dread pirate Redbeard is imprisoned. As Captain Fairwind, I will have the only key. Redbeard will not be leaving this room until we arrive in Barbados – for his hanging.”

“As for outside – for our purposes, everything between the house and the dock is considered part of the ship. That includes the deck, leading outside from the kitchen, the garage, the patio, and the boathouse. Your cars are not considered part of the ship. If you need to go back to your car, you are out of character there.”

“I have a copy here of your character sketch and the introduction, in case you’ve misplaced yours. These envelopes also contain some new instructions, as well as any items or money that you may be carrying.”

“We’re ready to begin. I want everyone to go and put on their costume. Then get yourself a drink, and we will gather on the main deck. Claire – here’s your envelope. Eliza …”

I was last – Teresa was sticking to the order she had posted in the kitchen. She handed me my envelope, with that lovely half-smile on her face, and whispered: “Good luck.”

A Unique Gift – Chapter 8

It had been a week since Jack had received the magical collar from his grandfather and so far he had only used it on his teacher Miss Jameson. He had been waiting to see if there were any consequences to his actions but it seemed he was in the clear. He had seen her most days at college and noticed that while she was still a bitch she seemed kinder towards him than she had before.

He noticed she would look at him in class when she thought he was looking and would quickly look away when he looked towards her. He had been checking out her ass as she was bent over one day, enjoying remembering it naked, when he swore he had seen the outline of the base of the butt plug she had taken sitting between her cheeks and pressing out the material of her pants. She had stood back up too quickly for him to be sure but he wondered if she had now taken to wearing it to work. As he sat in her class trying to suppress the erection he was now sporting thanks to his imagination he thought about tomorrow.

It was Friday, which would make tomorrow Saturday, and he had invited Abby to his house in the morning. She was his only female friend and his best friend. She was pretty and had a good body but thanks to her small breasts and weird personality she was as much an outcast as Jack was which was why they were such good friends. Despite her qwirkyness as she liked to call it, she had some how ended up in a relationship with a rather normal guy.

Jack had decided to tell her about the collar. Not only because it was killing him not being able to talk to anyone about it but because he wanted her help on ideas of how to use it. So he got home, went to sleep early and waited for Abby to arrive the next morning which she did exactly on time. It was one of her quirks, always arriving on time and if she was ever early she would wait outside until the exact minute she had agreed to be somewhere, even though Jack would have been happy to let her in earlier.

“Morning,” she chirped cheerfully as she entered his house.

“Morning, want some coffee?” Jack asked redundantly. Abby rarely went without some form of caffeinated drink in her hand.

“Of course,” she replied. He poured her a cup and handed it to her. She took a sip before staring at Jack. “So why the urgent meeting so early in the morning?”

Jack looked at her before answering. She had brown hair with matching brown eyes and intense stare that most people found unnerving but Jack found endearing. Her make up was done flawlessly as always, her eyeliner in perfect wing tips. Jack knew she always did her make up to cover up the few acne scars she had which she hated although, unless she pointed them out, most people wouldn’t be able to see them.

She had on her black denim jacket which was like a second skin, she always had it on. Usually with matching black jeans which today was no exception. Her style seemed a mix of goth meets librarian meets hipster. Jack always thought she could be one of the popular girls if she dressed the part but she wasn’t interested. It was part of why he was best friends with her, she was genuine to a fault. He took a deep breath before telling her why had invited her over.

“I got a gift from my grandfather, a collar,” he started.

“A collar? That’s a weird gift from a family member,” Abby interrupted with a chuckle.

“It’s not just any collar, it’s magical. It makes anyone who wears it my slave for twelve hours,” Jack continued. Abby looked at him before bursting out laughing.

“Good one, what’s next a pair of slippers that let me fly?” She asked sarcastically.

“I’m serious. Here look at it,” he said handing her the collar. She took it and turned it over in her hands.

“Looks like a normal old collar to me, I have loads of similar ones at home,” Abby replied dismissively.

“I swear to you I’m telling the truth,” Jack pressed on.

“How does it work?” Abby asked humouring him.

“I pressed my thumb to the pendant and it bound it to me, then anyone who wears it after that automatically becomes my slave,” he explained.

“What like this?” Abby asked as she pressed her thumb to the pendant. Just as before when Jack had done it the pendant glowed blue and the light wrapped around Abby’s thumb.

“Wait-” Jack began but it was too late.

“Oh wow, neat trick,” Abby exclaimed looking for a light or something hidden in the collar.

“It’s not a trick, it’s now bound to you,” Jack explained.

“What so anyone that wears this now becomes my slave?” Abby asked.

“Yes but only if they put it in willingly and only for twelve hours,” Jack reminded her.

“Put it on then,” Abby grinned holding out the collar.

“Why would I do that?” Jack asked.

“To prove it works. I still don’t believe you so put it in and prove it,” Abby grinned.

“Why do I have to wear it? Why can’t you, that’d prove it too,” Jack argued.

“Because I know you and if I put it on you’d probably just make me some sex slave for twelve hours,” Abby teased. Jack rolled his eyes in dismissal although considering how he had treated Miss Jameson she wasn’t far wrong. Not that he would do that to Abby though, even if he had always had a crush on her she was in a relationship and he respected that.

“Not happening,” Jack replied shaking his head.

“Make you a deal, if you wear it and it works, you’ll be my slave for today but in exchange I’ll wear it tomorrow for you,” Abby offered. Jack paused at that proposal, it would be fun to have Abby under his control for the day and he wasn’t too worried about what Abby would make him do.

“Alright deal, I’ll put it on now and you come back tomorrow and then it’s your turn,” he smiled taking the collar from her. He had been wondering all week how Miss Jameson has felt under the control of the collar and was curious about experiencing it himself, not from any desire to be controlled but just to see what it was like and he couldn’t think of anyone else he would trust to be in control other than Abby.


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Another Life – Chapter 8

I sat down on the couch, and had her sit across my lap. I could kiss her lips, or nibble at her breasts, all the while caressing her legs with my right hand, stroking her thighs and gradually working my way further up.

Sam sat there happily as I stroked her labia with my fingertips. She didn’t flinch when I slipped a fingertip in her pussy. She was wet enough that I could slide my finger in and out, until I had inserted it all the way.

I teased and fingered her, inserted a second digit, and finger-fucked her. When I gently circled her clit, Sam gasped and clutched at me. She groaned and shuddered.

– “Mmmm …” she moaned.

– “You liked that?”

– “Mmm-hmm …”

– “Well, let’s see what else we can get up to.”

I picked her up – she wasn’t very heavy – and carried her to my bedroom. But I stopped at the doorway.

“Remember: you can say ‘no’.”

She didn’t. I laid her gently on my bed, and removed my shirt.

I kissed her ankle, and then kissed and licked my way up her leg, caressing her with my fingers as I went. One good thing about my relationship with Anne: she had agreed to oral sex long before she would consent to ‘go all the way’. That meant that I’d gotten a lot of practice going down on her.

Sam was now the beneficiary of that expertise. I’m not claiming to be some kind of master pussy eater, but I knew enough to take my time, to use my fingers as well, and to avoid being too aggressive or too direct with her clit – unless she seemed to want that.

She just lay back, and let me do my thing. Sam spread her legs a little wider, and whimpered a bit when I teased her, delaying going anywhere her clit. When I finally did, she came hard, gasping and squeezing my head with her thighs.

I crawled up the bed beside her, still wearing my pants. I took her in my arms, and kissed her. Sam didn’t shy away from tasting herself on my lips.

– “Can I …? Do you want me to …?” She moved her hand past my waist.

– “I’d love it.”

Sam helped me undo my pants, and pulled them off my legs. She did the same for my underwear. Then, without any hesitation, she went down on me.

She took hold of my erection, licked the head a few times, and then took me in her mouth. She could only fit in a few inches, but she bobbed her head up and down on my dick. I didn’t need much more than that.

– “I’m gonna -” I warned her.

Sam increased her speed, and I erupted in her mouth. To my surprise, she swallowed it all. When she had finished, she sat back on her heels, and looked at me, smiling slightly.

– “Was that good?” she asked.

– “Surprisingly good.” I said. That was true. Sam’s willingness to please me – her eagerness – was turning me on.

I pulled her up, to lie next to me. I kissed her, and held her. It was only a few minutes before my cock started to swell again. Sam could feel it pressing against her leg. She glanced down, and then looked up, into my eyes.

– “Are we going to …?”

– “We most certainly are.” I said. “As long as you want to. Remember -”

– “I can say no whenever I want.” she said, with a laugh. For a moment there, I thought she was going to giggle.

I rolled on a condom, and gave Sam’s pussy a couple of licks, for luck – and to make sure that she was wet enough. She wasn’t a very big girl, and I didn’t want to hurt her.

She lay back, and spread her legs, holding them apart with her hands. I was surprised – Sam was nowhere near as shy as I had expected her to be.

I entered her in the missionary position. The moment the head of my cock pushed inside her, I happened to glance up, at Sam’s face. She was smiling, and her eyes were extra bright. I don’t know why, but it felt like we were connecting, somehow – and not just physically.

She was tight – very tight – but my first orgasm, thankfully, had taken the edge off, so I could afford to be patient, and go slow. It took seven or eight partial strokes before I felt my dick slide all the way inside her. Sam sighed.

I was gentle with her. She looked really good, lying back, her pert little breasts sitting up proudly on her chest, eyes closed … She somehow sensed that I was looking at her: her eyes snapped open, and she smiled.

– “Hi.” she said.

– “Feel okay?” I asked.

– “I feel great.”

– “I’m not hurting you?”

– “No. Not at all.” She pumped her hips at me, taking me just a little bit deeper. With that encouragement, I began to slide into her a little more forcefully. Sam showed no sign of discomfort, so I started to thrust a bit harder.

Fucking Sam was so much better than it had been with Anne. I don’t know why. But I could feel the sap rising, and gave her a few more deep lunges before I groaned and filled the condom with my seed.

We lay tangled together for a while, until I could tell that my weight was too much for her. I shifted over, and lay beside her.

I didn’t dare fall asleep, though. I had Sam take a shower, and get dressed, before I walked her home. I wanted to get her back early enough that her parents wouldn’t be too worried about where she’d been – or what she’d been up to.

Sam kissed me before we got to her house. On the front porch, she squeezed my hand, and then skipped inside.

As I walked home alone, a curious thought struck me. She hadn’t said a single word on the way home. Not one.


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A Unique Gift – Chapter 6

“That was amazing,” she purred as she rolled onto her back. Her large breasts jiggled on her chest. Jack grinned and stood up quickly dashing from the room. Alice didn’t move when he returned carrying a camera. He took a few pictures of his teacher as she grinned stupidly at the camera. Jack wanted to remember this for a long time but he would have to make sure no-one ever saw these pictures. He looked at the clock, it was late in the evening and he had used half his time with the collar.

“Can you stand?” He asked.

“Yes master,” Alice replied. She tried to stand but her legs wobbled and Jack offered her his hand. She took it and he hauled her to her feet.

“I think you need a rest,” Jack told her, guiding her to the sofa. Despite disliking her when she was Miss Jameson the bitch Jack found himself caring about Alice the slave. He sat her down and got her a glass of water which she gratefully accepted. They sat naked and Jack decided to use the opportunity to find out more about his teacher. She admitted that she knew she was a bitch but loved the power she had over her students. They talked for a while longer before Jack asked if she had any fantasies of her own.

“I’ve never told anyone this master but I would love to have sex with multiple partners and have all my holes fucked at once,” Alice admitted. Jack was surprised with how easily she told him that but after what they had done he wondered why it had surprised him.

“Well I can’t help with that but I have an idea,” Jack replied. As much as he would love to see his teacher being gang banged by three cocks at once there was no way he was getting other people involved in this. Instead he made his way up to his sisters room hoping he would find what he wanted. He searched her dresser before moving onto the drawers and wardrobe. He was growing frustrated at being unable to find what he wanted until he noticed something strange about the wardrobe. The bottom of the inside was far higher than the actual bottom of the wardrobe.

He looked down expecting to see a drawer he had missed but found it was a solid wood panel. He looked around until he noticed a small hole that had been covered by one his sisters jumpers. He put his finger in the hole and hooked it under the wooden panel of the bottom of the wardrobe and pulled. The panel came free easily revealing a hidden compartment underneath. He was shocked to see it was filled with a large array of sex toys and folded up clothing. Since when had his sister been into all this sort of stuff? He looked through the gags, vibrators, dildos, chains, straps before remembering why he was here.

He grabbed a large butt plug from the pile and went downstairs. Alice was still sat on the sofa casually stroking between her legs. Jack stood at the doorway for a moment watching her until she saw him and quickly stopped.

“Sorry master, I don’t know why but being here with you I’m constantly horny,” Alice apologized.

“It’s fine, in fact it’s just what I want which may explain it,” Jack replied.

“What would you like to do now?” Alice asked spying the plug in his hand. She was excited to wear one but slightly intimidated by its size. Until today she had never had anything in her ass, it was just a secret fantasy she had never dared act on or tell anyone.

“Well I can’t invite two other people to come and fuck you so I want to you wear this while you fuck yourself with the vibrator and suck my cock,” Jack explained. He felt a confidence he had never felt before. In the past he had always been timid when it came to sex, usually letting the woman take the lead and never voicing his own desires. With Alice under his complete control though he felt powerful and confident.

“That sounds fun, thank you master,” Alice beamed. She was tired and sore from their earlier activities but she didn’t care, she wanted to please her master and the idea of sucking his cock while both her holes were filled turned her on. Jack gave her the plug and lube as she climbed off the sofa, placing the large toy on the floor and covering it generously with lube. She knelt down with her back towards Jack and lowered her ass to the toy. She felt it begin to push into her and groaned as it began to stretch her ass.

She had to go slowly, letting her ass stretch and expand to the large invader. Jacks cock grew hard as he watched it spread her cheeks as slowly it started to slide in. Alice gritted her teeth as she reached the widest part. Her ass felt like it was being split in two. She was bordering on pain and pleasure when suddenly the toy slid in and her asshole contracted around the thin base. She groaned as it settled inside her.

“I feel so full,” she moaned to Jack. He took a seat on the sofa and looked at Alice.

“Crawl and get the vibrator,” he said. It was still laying on the other side of the room and Alice crawled towards it, giving Jack a great view of the plug sitting between her cheeks. Each little movement caused it to move inside her as it’s large girth pressed against the insides. She crawled back to Jack who was sat stroking his cock as he watched her. He watched as she leaned back and pushed the vibrator into her wet cunt and switched it one.

“Allow me,” she smiled, grabbing Jacks cock with her free hand while the other plunged the toy in and out of her. She stroked it gently before taking the tip into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it. Jack felt like he had won the lottery. Her tongue knew exactly where to lick and tease. He couldn’t believe how this day had turned out. He groaned as she took him deeper into her mouth before backing off. Her hair ticked his thigh as she began to bob up and down and her hand massaged his balls.

She began to moan around his cock as she continued to fuck herself with the vibrator. Her actions became uncoordinated as she orgasmed. She slipped his cock free from her mouth and stroked it gently as she took a moment to calm down. She wrapped her lips back around his cock and used both her hand and mouth to pleasure him. She let go and leaned forward, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth until it slipped in to her throat. She moaned as her nose pressed against his stomach, sending the vibrations through his shaft.

She slid back and took a breath before taking him deep into her throat once again. She began to bob her head up and down, using her throat to massage his cock and Jack groaned. He suddenly grabbed the back of her head and pushed down, pulling him hard onto his cock and he came straight down her throat. She didn’t resist as he pumped load after load into her which she dutifully swallowed down. Her eyes watered as she started to run out of air and Jack let down. She slid back, his cock sliding from her mouth and spreading a trail of drool and cum across her chin.

She leaned back and began to fuck herself hard and fast with the vibrator. She moaned loudly and grabbed mindlessly across the wooden floor trying to find something to grip as she reached orgasm. Her breasts bounced and wobbled as she bucked her hips, slamming her ass onto the floor and causing the plug to push deeper inside her. Jack watched as she came hard, her legs flailed and her toes curled as her abs tensed, showing off her impressive muscles. Suddenly she pulled the toy from her cunt as a torrent of juices flowed free. She collapsed back panting hard her body covered in a layer of sweat as she grinned at Jack.


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Paulette – Check Before You Dive

STOP. This post is NSFW!

This story took place many, many years ago.

Friend took me as her date to her company Christmas party. We were both students at the time and knew each other from there as well as mutual friends. The party was a blast, we were drinking and dancing all night. End of the party comes and we are gonna grab a cab. She says “I’m not ready to go home yet, let’s go hang out at your place for a bit so I can sober up.”

I thought sure. When I was a student I lived in my parents’ basement. It was like having a pad of my own except the folks were upstairs. I had tons of privacy. It was pretty awesome. We get back to my place and quietly stumble through the door. We both use the restroom. She goes first. I take a leak, clean myself up a bit because we were working up a good sweat from all the dancing. I come out of the restroom and she’s sitting in my room. I hang up my jacket and take off my tie as she’s thanking me for coming with her, she had a great time, but she’s not tired yet.

Then she hits me like a ton of bricks, full on tongue, her hands are all over me. I was a little shocked at the level of aggression. We had been friends for a long time, she was cute, had a beautiful face and an amazing set of breasts, but I never thought she was interested. We make out for a while. The clothes start coming off. She’s unbuttoning my shirt and awkwardly forcing it off my body. I think she’d never tried to undress a guy before. She takes off my belt and pants like their on fire. I laughed at the difference. Pants and belt difficulty level 0. Shit difficulty, level 50. I found it all rather fun and sexy. She kissed me and touched me all over as she took off every piece of my clothing. She started stroking my cock,  and tried to put a finger up my ass. Which I’m not a fan of so that had to be redirected. (That neighborhood is off limits)

Taking off her dress was far less difficult than her undressing me. I tried to be really sexy about it. Kissing, touching and biting as I went. She shivered and said, “Oh, fuck yeah” a couple times. Her breasts were as good as I thought they would be. Perky to being almost angry yet quite large. I kissed her passionately, licked and bit her nipples as I rubbed her freshly shaved pussy.

My usual MO, even to this day, is to have her come at least once before sex. Not only are the ladies happier, they get more aggressive, they feel better inside afterwards, etc. It was a good tactic. Make them happy and you’ll both be happier. I keep kissing her as I touch her. She’s starts to buck and shake a bit. I tell her we need to be quiet. My folks are upstairs and though I have full academic freedom, mom frowns upon this sort of activity. She grabs a pillow and puts it over her face. I suck and bite her nipples as I rub her pussy to orgasm. She didn’t exactly squirt but I felt a rush of more warm fluid cover my hand. I think “fuck yeah.”

Then she say, “please, please, go down on me. I want it so bad!” I’m happy to oblige. If I have her all riled up this much already, we are going to fuck each other’s brains out until noon. I start working my way down her body. Kissing, licking, sucking, caressing and biting as I go. I’m gonna make her come so hard her eyes are gonna roll back in her head. I take a minute to do the same with her legs. She’s quivering with anticipation. I can feel it in her body. I’m getting more excited. I go in for the kill. I head in, face first ready to tongue and finger her to ecstasy. It’s kind of hard to describe what happened next but it hit me.

It was as if I was licking fermented old meat soaked in battery acid. I hadn’t noticed it before but there was a distinctly unpleasant odor as well. The smell was bad but the feeling on my tongue made me actually gag. It was shocked at first and then thought, this can’t be, so I tried again. Same thing but stronger. I almost puke in my mouth. I pull away. I’m freaked out. It’s so nasty and I can still taste it.

She looked up, confused but kinda pissed, “what? You don’t like going down on girls?” My mind is scrambling. “Lola said you are amazing at this, you fuck like a beast and have a great cock. Am I not good enough?” She’s getting more mad. How can I settle this quickly, because I am NOT going back down there but I don’t want some chick who’s pissed I didn’t give it to her making a scene for my puritanical mother to wake up to.

And when the fuck did Lola run her mouth about our hook up? She wanted me to be her last summer first sexual encounter in secret, at her fucking request, while she and her best friend were on a break and apparently now she’s told everyone. How the fuck do I get out of this??? “Shhhhh. Listen. Someone is awake upstairs. We may have woken someone up. Shhhhhhhhh” I stalled for time. Then it happened. My younger sister came home. We hear doors opening, footsteps. I say, “shit” and crawl in bed next to her and cover ourselves in the blankets. I can tell she’s confused, angry, upset, frustrated. I was thinking THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! She says, “this fucking sucks” and I said “I know.” I was the only one who caught the verbal irony of my response. She grabs a hold of my cock and says, “don’t think we are done yet” and strokes me. My response is only “shhhhhhh.” I end up stalling for enough time that I tell her I’m too tired. This doesn’t go over well.

“If you aren’t gonna fuck me then maybe I should go home.” “Did you want me to call you a cab?” My response may have been too fast.

“If you want why don’t we sleep here for a few more hours and then I can drive you to your car?” It was parked back at the hotel where the party was.

“Fuck. Whatever.”

I zip out of bed and mouthwash, brush my teeth, mouthwash again and quickly clean up. My mouth feels reborn. For the next 4 hours we laid there, I tried to sleep. She kept rolling over trying to see if she could get me going again, but I was “sleeping.” I would like to thank the Academy for honoring my performance. The only thing that would cooperate was my dick. He didn’t care how stinky and foul-tasting her pussy was, he would become a mighty oak when she would touch him. I had to roll over and adjust positions repeatedly. Stupid penis.

In the morning I drove her to her car. Longest 10 minute drive ever. She stopped being friends with me after that. Friends would ask what happened. She told everyone I was an asshole. I told everyone that it just didn’t work out. Took a lot of heat for a while. 5 months later, mutual friend Clint comes to me, and says that he fooled around with her but he had a question for me. “Did you fool around with her too.”

“A little.”

“Did you notice she had a really nasty pussy?”

“Yes, that’s why I didn’t fuck her.

Then I told him the story.

We both agreed it was like a horrible oral land mine that may have kept us off cunnilingus permanently. What if other girls were this bad? How the fuck would you know? Should I even bother trying? It was pretty scarring for our early 20’s selves. We decided that the finger test would be protocol from then on. To this day I still feel kind of bad. I’ve had others that weren’t good but never one as bad as hers where after 1 lick I almost puked in my mouth. I think someone should have told her but how do you tell someone that?

Also, on a side note, hygiene is very important if you want someone to blow you or eat you out. I’m not sure if that was her problem or an overbearing Icelandic fermented shark natural musk but hygiene is important. If it smells bad there’s something wrong with you. See your doctor.


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