Happy Valentines Day Cupids and Cupidettes

Ribbons Buttons Bows and Cupid

 

Janine was more than a handful. Yet I never wasted a bit of her. That is the best description I can give of her breasts. Numbers are not for me. Janine was comfortably fluffy. A soft, well turned out sales rep at our company. Even at twenty four the office speculation was baby fat, well dressed, and well out of my league. Her perfect heart shaped behind often well camouflaged by the long boxy coat of her prim business suit. It was the height of fashion at the time. It also hide her remarkably thin waist that was belied by the generous cleavage above the blouses worn under said coat. But it was her power sell uniform. Her hair was black and pushed high in the air bringing her closer to god. Once achieving such lofty heights it cascaded with great dispatch to beyond her soft shoulders while making curtains for a face as pretty as could be on their way down. Fleshy dimpled cheeks surrounded a knowing smile that brought irresistible dimples to bear. A hint of freckles on her nose and cheeks showed the time spent on yachts and extended tropical vacations. The freckles were faded as Janine now cultivated her more porcelain skin hue. Now finally her years had grown into that luscious body. She also had the most active sex drive I had ever encountered in a woman of her age. Her libido would put the more mature ladies who lunch lasciviousness to shame. She was fearlessly impetuous, getting it whenever and wherever she wanted it and had the filthiest mouth under the right circumstances. She would gleefully describe what she wanted, or do a salacious play by play of what she was getting as well as what it was doing to her. Add in a generous helping of moans, grunts, demands, and commands through the pre, post, as well as all throughout coitus maximus, well you get the idea. With Janine it was maximus or bust. Usually both rolled up between long shapely legs. It was here my dirty talk during sex began.


Today was special. Did I mention I had spent more than I should have on a bauble I was presenting to Janine this Valentines Day. I was also about to spend more than I should for dinner tonight. Business was good and I was going to have my fantasy Valentine girl with me tonight, so I was all in.


I was waiting for her at the lounge across the street from the office. Since it was Valentines day it would be safe. Only I was foolish enough to meet a company amour so close to the company inkwell. But the holiday meant that people with real lives outside of work would be off to those lives early. That meant that only the forlorn solo Valentine cast offs would be at the lounge waiting to find out if they too would get lucky that night with another Cupidinesque reject. Lugete, o Veneres Cupidinesque. I could tell when Janine entered because all the male heads snapped in unison to the sound and direction of the front door and all eye remained there. She knew how to make an entrance as well as how to cross a room to maximum feminine effect.


Her hair bounced with each high heeled step and her chin was reduced under her full red lipped smile. Since it was cold her winter wrap did the best it could to conceal the curves it encased, but her shape beneath was undeniable.  When she sidled up to the stool next to me and steadied herself with a hand on my thigh all the men knew I was the lugubrious lottery winner for the night. She opened the coat a few buttons to make herself comfortable. Her endowment demanded this while her ego enjoyed the hungry eyes of the men pleading for just one more button. I knew I would be begging later. My eyes feasted as her ample bosom forced themselves through the leeway made by the opened coat buttons and I caught a brief glimpse of a valentine red brassiere peeking through tasteful strained black blouse with shimmering white buttons. She ordered a glass of Pinot Grigio as did I. Tonight was not a night for medieval power drinking. I wanted all senses as unclouded as possible to enjoy the cornucopia Janine’s buttons were now bridling.


As a gentleman I offered to help her off with her coat while we imbibed, but she said she was still chilled from the outside and the warmth felt good. She punctuated that with another brief caress of the inside of my thigh. Cupid was drawing back his bow early and Janine was plucking at my quiver.


We finished and bundled up and headed out into the frigid February air. There was a light snow falling and the city rush hour traffic was finishing up. There were many couples out on Michigan Avenue and we strolled to our dining destination. I noticed Janine sneak a peek through the jeweler’s window where she had stopped many nights before to admire the glittery glamour pieces in their velvety boxes. I was relieved that she did not stop for a closer examination. Good thing. I felt the presence of the gift box from the Valentines bauble Janine had admired through the window many times before. Our steamy breath trailed us and mingled in secret behind our backs as we walked on.


At our destination the staff were a flutter serving the couples that had chosen to grace this establishment with their presence. This place was definitely as out of my league as Janine was, but I was dressed in my best and with her on my arm no one paid me no never mind. The staff was upon her, offering the removal of her coat long before they had a clue of the treasure beneath.  They removed her wrap slowly and I enjoyed the spectacle revealing the Venus I had delivered to dress up their place on this eve. They even grudgingly offered to take my coat as well. I gave it up and we were seated.


She was in her element now. Candle light, fine linen, glistening crystal, and the finest of china. Still she out shone them all. Violins and clinking of utensils mingled effortless as did Janine in this environment.


Up until then I had never been convinced about oysters being an aphrodisiac. But as I watched those fleshy morsels slip between her red lips I felt my fleshy morsel rise to the situation. Janine’s salad became a bedding of moss to place her round and plush rump upon for a feast, Each sip from her water goblet refreshed and invigorated me with thoughts of diving into her moist and special places. The precision and delicacy of her hands bringing sustenance to her full red lips only sustained my passion more.  Before desert when she cuddled next to me in our booth and slipped her hand being my tie, loosening a button to slip her hand in to rub my broad and hairy chest. I never wore a t- shirt when going out with Janine. The way she would purr as she ran her hand across the hair on my chest was compensation enough for any momentary winter chill.


She must have felt the jewelry box in my suit jacket but made no remark. She was not a woman accustomed to waiting. She knew how to receive what she wanted. She always did. Her polished red nail began to circle my nipple with just enough pressure, while I suspect her other fingers were fondling the box. She leaned in close and brushed her lips along my ear lobe.


“We must stop at the office on our way out.” she breathed seductively in my ear.


The prospect of a romp in my edit suite with this goddess put me right over the top. I pulled out the gift and said , “For you my Valentine.”


Pure poetry, right?


She practically squealed with delight as she removed the wrapping followed by a reverent hush.


“Oh I must have it on me now.” She exhaled and turned her back to me in the booth and lifted her flowing black hair to reveal her perfect porcelain neck. I proudly adorned said perfection with a deep red velvet choker with a dangling ruby. She was now a complete rhapsody in black and red with a crescendo of ribboned ruby above heaving bosom.


Dinner complete we returned to our office. Her bags, of which she always had plenty after a rough day out shopping, I mean selling, needed to come to my place this evening. When we arrived the alarm was set, which was good because it meant for once no one was working late. Rare indeed. Extremely good because I needed Janine now. As our footsteps echoed through the wood floored glass block walled hallway we noticed the President’s office door was open. It was usually locked. Janine took my hand and led me in.


“I must have you in me now.”  She obviously had read me like a Penthouse Forum.


It was a large opulent office indeed. The corner office where one would squirm when unexpectedly called on the carpet by the boss. Also where good things, like bonuses, well dones,  and promotions were delivered. Tonight was going to be a very extra special deluxe good thing. The large windows were not quite street level, but not high enough to be obscured from the late night pedestrians. Good thing I was planning on only partial disrobement of Janine as I took her on the large wooden Presidential desk. She seductively leaned back on her arms offering me a full frontal panorama of her full shelf rack barely contained under blouse and jacket. Much more pronounced with the arch of her back over the bossmans desk. The ruby rested smugly where I wanted to go.


“You never take me dancing anymore.” Janine pouted to keep her demanding pampered persona in play.


As I eased her tight black skirt up and under her bouncy bouncy rump I looked deep into her dark brown eyes and rasped, “Right now my tongue needs to slow dance with your clit.” My arms gently swept away any desk objects that would impede the reclining Janine.


Buy the time my tongue had traversed the inside of her thigh my nose could tell that her sweet pink pussy was ready for that slow dance too. No time for the red panty removal drill that I had rehearsed in my mind all through dinner. The wet fabric easily stretched to the side and my tongue traced the delicate lips while demurring to part that dewy furrow until I had traced the edges like a panther circling it’s prey. When a guttural, “Are you going to make me beg for a lickin’” issued from Janine’s dreamy upper lips I knew it was time. When my tongue dove in up from taint, parting her cunt with a long languid swipe and resting curled on her clit her gasp must have been heard all down the Avenue. I gave her Cupid’s quiver a tongue strumming and slurp slapping until her scissoring thighs told me a lofty passion pinnacle had been achieved on the first flight of my Cupidesque ministrations for the evening.


I rose up slowly from between Janine’s thighs and was was satisfied with my handy work. What  greeted my eyes was a now a disheveled Janine not the buttoned down sales rep of daylight. Her hands had not been idle while my tongue had been a worshiping. Her jacket was splayed open, her fingers had roughly pulled blouse buttons loose, and miraculously, despite the heft of her breasts had raised the startling red brassiere up and over her heavenly tits and had worked her now prominent nipples up to give my tongue a standing ovation. The ruby looked less smug resting up under her chin now. I pounced on my dark haired, big titted Cupids rumpus room wreck and greedily kissed and sucked red lips, brown nipples, and abundant perspiration glistening boobs which were now topped with a deep red velvet trinket resting nicely between them. Venus had been ravished yet again.


Janine said those magic words. “Fuck me in the ass my big arrowed cherub.”


I bent her over that big wooden desk and helped steady her on quivering and soon to be bowed knees. Her coat and blouse fell as a shawl up and around her shoulders. Her breasts swelled out on either side of her pressed hard to the wood. She was the avatar of a desk bound office angel. Rather than remove, I took the scissors from off the desk top and cut the remaining soaked and stretched fabric that kept me from the sweet dual offerings of that heart shaped sacrifice that was now deliciously bent over the black walnut desk. I began to lube my arrow with long deep strokes into her very wet, hot, and ready cunt. She was aflame. She quickly came again with a flourish and she cried.


“Take my ass now daddy!”


My cock was shimmering, slick, and stiff. Slippery enough to begin the final foray between Janine’s cherubic ass cheeks. I slowly breached her rosebud hole. It gave minor resistance then submitted nicely as her ass swallowed my dick with the pressure and sturdy grip that only a butt fuck can deliver. The cut red panties and the shape of her waist and flanks framed her white buttocks in a heart shaped vignette. My thick stiff arrow began to pierce that heart shaped visage deep and fiercely. Banging this gorgeous fleshy daughter of desire over the rich mans desk.


Her black hair flowed over the blue desk ink blotter. As her cheeks brushed against the blotter I could see residue of her makeup rubbing off on it as well as stains of her saliva as she drooled and grunted her approval.


“One more please daddy.”

Thrust


“One more please daddy”

Thrust


This would issue from her sweet foul mouth with each foray into her heart shaped gift of buggery to me. I burst my hot flowing desire into her tight white butt with a yowl that would make any mythological cherub blush and collapsed over my soft and panting raven haired wench on that plush black walnut desk.


Now I know I have already offered that Janine was out of my league,  but did I neglected to mention Janine was my bosses daughter.


Happy Valentines all of you cupids and cupidettes out there.


P.S.

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2. Debbie Do

2 Fist Full of Edits

 

When I arrived home that evening I had forgotten that Rene was going to be there. Rene was familiar with the hours my job had me keep so no questions were asked. However I had to be mindful that Debbie’s saliva and my come may still be obvious on my dick so it was time to be proactive.

 

Rene was the complete opposite of Debbie. Five foot nine, with a large heart shaped ass, and small perfectly formed tits with nipples that became very long and erect with the slightest attention. She rose from her chair and said, “Long day huh. Let me fix you a drink.” As she walked to the bar I saw my chance. Rene had showered and was wearing my light blue robe. While she started pouring I moved behind her and reached around cupping her perfect little breasts in my hands. Her nipples grew between my fingers as I laid gentle kisses down her long luxurious neck. I knew my assignment.

 

Step one. Slide one hand down the length of her slim stomach and start getting her tight little pussy ready. As I felt her glorious ass start to rub against my cock causing it to stiffen Rene said, “Well I’m so glad to see they didn’t wear you out totally at the office.” As she finished preparing my cocktail I moved my other hand reluctantly from her flawless tit and undid my trousers. I pushed her gently forward on the bar, flipped her robe up and began running the enormous knob on the head of my cock gently between the sweet lips of her already dripping cunt. I teased the edges of her pussy with a slow entry splitting open that heaven’s gate with the bulbous head of my appendage.

“OK, fuck me now you asshole,” Rene murmured between gasps.

 

Step two. I rammed the full length of my cock deep into Rene. Any evidence was now covered in Rene’s sweet flow.

 

Mission accomplished.

 

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Rene reaped the benefits in many ways from my earlier encounter with Debbie. I gazed down lovingly at Rene’s sweet heart shaped rump while I drove and angled deep into her. Yet my mind wandered. Thoughts of what Debbie’s tiny olive hued derriere would look like in this pose would arise. Sure Debbie’s shorter stature might make this a more challenging encounter, but it could offer new angles as well. The thought just made me harder. As my hands reached around to cup Rene’s small breasts I couldn’t help but muse what it would be like to have Debbie’s enormous melons in my mitts. But then I would see Rene’s beautiful blond mane spread across her back and the dusky Debbie would fade from my thoughts. My previous full wet orgasm down Debbie’s throat allowed Rene and I to shudder and shiver in entwined ecstasy throughout the night sharing numerous spine wrenching orgasms.

 

Though I had yet to gaze upon a fully naked Debbie, visions of her would haunt me through this weekend spent with Rene. As I would peer up from between Rene’s long white thighs my mind would wander to what that scenario would look like with Debbie’s massive breasts heaving with rising passion. I wondered what Debbie would taste, sound, and be like. But such fleeting thoughts would just drive me further and further into Rene’s blond fringed treasures.

 

As we passed that Sunday afternoon with Rene’s tongue running around the knob of my cock, her long blond hair covering the scene as she took me deep down her throat; I found myself reminiscing of the scene Debbie portrayed doing the same thing to me back at my office. The view I had of that encounter due to Debbie’s short black hair left the sight of her mouth devouring me between her sucking lips unobstructed. But now I marveled at the ease with which Rene could get the knob deep in her throat

 

Monday would be back to work. Monday would be Debbie. That thought had me grasp Rene under her arms, lift her up and toss her on to the bed. She looked startled, her blue eyes wide with questions. As I looked down at her lithe slender body my lust was boundless. Her tall perfect shape stretched out before me. Her long legs. Her nubile breasts topped with erect nipples. Her long straight blond hair.  Her delicate facial features were all any man could desire. I mounted her with thighs pressed against my stomach, calves over my shoulders, and fucked Rene and only Rene for the rest of the evening. Rene was wide eyed with wonder as I furiously plunged in and out. This was a fucking like when we first met. Thrusting, swirling, bucking hips meeting smashing thrusts. I was panting. She was shrieking. I was growling as she yowled beneath me. I grabbed her junoesque ass and pummeled it with my driving hips burying my engorged member deep into Rene’s streaming cunt. When we came together we both came in quarts, liters, gallons, buckets, rivers, yes oceans of syrupy sluice. The spewing spasms were endless as our au jus mixed and rejoiced as one. The sheets and we were sopping with our lust.

 

The next day at work I had a nonstop roomful of clients. Debbie would come by and check on our progress throughout the day. She was wearing a bright blue single piece dress which as always was short enough to highlight her sturdy legs, and cut low enough to accentuate her well endowed bust. Male and female clients always delight when Debbie enters the room. She was efficient, pleasant, and always professional. But she never missed an opportunity to lean over my flatbed editing table to give me a glimpse of those amazing breasts. The clients liked it too. Today there was an extra gleam in her eye after Fridays festivities.

 

The day seemed to go on forever. Splicing and changing then changing some more. As usual by end of business we were back to where we started on the cut. Now the clients liked it because it was theirs. But the day was billed in full and that is always good. The clients cleared out and I was addressing a list of niggles which they would return to view in the morning.

 

I was cutting away when Debbie strolled in and asked if she could watch.

 

“Sure.” I said, and hoped I could keep my distraction at bay long enough to finish the changes. Debbie took a seat at the back of the room on a couch and I kept working and got lost in the task at hand.

 

After a while I heard an exhalation from behind me and swiveled on my chair to see Debbie with her feet adorned in come fuck me pumps up on the coffee table, while she reclined on the couch with her knees splayed wide and four of her fingers buried in her pussy. I started to rise to lend a helping hand but she barked through leaden breath,     ”Keep working. Just keep cutting.”

 

I swiveled back around, but it was highly unlikely that I would get anything done. I just kind of rolled the film back and forth on the flat bed and tried to concentrate. Meanwhile I could hear Debbie’s breathing coming faster and heavier, with little groans emitting from deep in her chest.

 

“Fine,” she moaned, “If your not going to cut then show it to me.”

 

I turned back and asked, ”Show you what? This beer commercial?”

 

“No you bastard, that huge knob on the end of your spindly little dick.” she blurted.

 

Well I just burst out laughing because I loved hearing that come out of her normally polite and courteous mouth.

 

“Show me your tits first.” I bargained.

 

“You show me your dick now or you’ll never see these babies.” She threatened with hitching breath as she was working her thumb in addition to the four fingers up her snatch. Her hand was glistening in the low editing room light. I dropped my drawers and needless to say my spindly cock was hard and standing upright. I looked down at it and didn’t think it looked that spindly. But that huge apple on the end has always more than compensated for any perceived lack of girth elsewhere along its shaft. Debbie gasped at the sight of the orb and her hand slid in her to the second knuckles.

 

“Did you think of me while you were fucking Rene this weekend.” she asked with a low moan.

 

“Yes I did.”

 

“Well I thought about you too. Now sit your skinny ass down and show me how you fuck your hand,” she commanded as she exhaled and clenched her jaw tight. I loved the line of her jaw. There was something strong about it’s square shape that was perfectly accented by her short black hair. I could see she kept the black hair well tended around her nearly fist filled cunt too. As she moaned and worked her hand ever deeper into herself I noticed she was not only watching my cock as I stroked myself, but her eyes had moved down to my prosthetic leg.

 

“Where is that cut off at,” she asked?

 

Talking about my amputation started  to make me go a little soft, but I told her, “At the ankle.”

 

“I heard they sewed what was left of the heel over the ankle, is that true”, she asked while still pummeling her pussy with deep thrusts as her whole hand began to disappear inside her.

 

“Yep,” I said, while intently watching this little sweaty package groaning as she worked her hand further up her twat.

 

With that her whole body tensed and shivered and she gave out a long guttural howl and collapsed on the couch breathing heavily. I watched enthralled as her hands fell to her sides leaving me with the full panorama of her splayed beaver. I was about to rise because I wanted more than anything to bury my tongue between her thighs, but Debbie collected herself quickly, pulled her dress down and walked towards me. As she passed she ran her still moist hand up the underside of my balls and cock, wiped the pre come off the knob with her finger tip and said, “ I owe you one now.” Then she placed her finger in her mouth and walked out of the room.

 

I just sat there for a moment with my dick in my hand and wondered what to do next. But I had a smile on my face.

YES

TMI Tuesday: February 12, 2019

Hello. Start your great week with TMI Tuesday.

The State of Happy

1. Do you like where you live or do you wish you could move?

Best location I have resided in for decades. Everything I need is within walking distance and walking does my Qi good. Perhaps the place is bigger than I need and that only adds distractions and complications. So yes and yes as I travel towards know.

2. No matter what life throws at me, I believe that I can deal with it. Agree or Disagree?

Agree. Until I can not.

3. A dear friend is stuck in an unhappy relationship. What advice would you give to the friend to cope–how can they make lemonade out of lemons?

I rarely give advice because people are going to do and think whatever the hell they want anyway. In this case I would say get while the getting is good or suck on the lemon and like it. After all lemons do keep the scurvy away.

4. Nothing of value can be learned from failure. True or False?

False. Fail big. Fail real good. Now suck on this big fat juicy lemon and like it. A life free of scurvy is a life well lived.

5. Even if you are sure about your ultimate choice, do you still ask others for advice before making an important or risky decision?

Yes I ask for advice. Then I do whatever the hell I want to do anyway.

Bonus: What is the sweetest or rewarding moment in your life?

Every yes that has ever been whispered in my ear.

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1. Debbie Do

1 Prologue

 

Debbie was my go to girl at the office. When I needed a session booked, she was the one who could do it. Even better, she would lean over at her desk revealing cleavage that went all the way from Chicago to Cleveland, She was that special kind of woman. Five foot two, with 38DD breasts always barely restrained in a low cut fashion. My eyes always wavered between her large brown eyes and incredible tits. Debbie knew it. She kept her black hair cropped short so as to never obstruct the view with distracting tresses that would thwart admiration of her magnificent breasts. When she would rise to walk to a file cabinet her tiny ass was often sheathed in fabric that would reveal panties lines if worn. Often they were not. This was in the pre-thong days. She was the best. Debbie could get me booked where others would fear to tread.

 

One Friday night after work the whole crew retired across the street to our favorite watering hole. I could only have a few because I still had a cut to do and clients were coming in first thing Monday. I didn’t want to work over the weekend so I left early. I tossed my credit card to Dave the bartender and said “My treat.” and went back to the office to do the rough cut on my KEM.

 

I had spent an hour or two and had the rough cut knocked. I was doing the last playback when I saw Debbie standing in the doorway. She held two cocktails in her hands. “Finished yet?” she asked in her low and soothing voice.

 

Debbie was wearing a sheer orange dress that accented her olive skin impeccably. The plunging V of her neck line barely constrained her overflowing breasts. I wanted to dive into that cleavage. The way the fabric flowed and simultaneously clung about her body was a sight to behold. As she poured into the room and handed me one of the cocktails I didn’t care what was in it. I wanted to be in her. I noted that she had closed the suite door and locked it so I was already plotting, but mindful because we were colleagues.

 

“Show me what you did.” she asked. So I lined up the pix and track and hit the right button and the rough cut played.

 

After the grease pencil fade out Debbie said, “Let me see it again.”  

 

I obliged. As all good editors do, I watched Debbie’s face, not the screen to gauge her reaction. It doesn’t really matter what people say, it is the way they react that counts.

 

I turned and hit the stop button at the end of the spot. When I rotated my chair back to Debbie I asked, “Well?”

 

Debbie had moved close behind my chair and when I turned I was eye to orange silk covered tits. As I tilted my head up to peer past those unbelievable boobs I saw her short cropped black mane and soft brown eyes smiling down at me.

 

“I think the clients will love it. That reminds me.”  She tossed the credit card and the signed bar tab in my lap.

 

“Oh, thanks.” I said and put the receipt and card on my desk.

 

“Now I have something else for you.” I heard her say.

 

When I turned back she began to peel the orange fabric off her shoulders. The dress fell to the floor unveiling Debbie before me in white bra and panties. The contrast between her dark olive skin and the white fabric of her undergarments drew my hand like a magnet. But Debbie slapped my hand away and she said “Uh uh, my treat now.”

 

 

There was nothing for me to do but admire the full figured woman in front of me. Such a compact yet voluptuous womanly figure deserved adoration. The short cropped hair framed a strong jaw line, soft delicate shoulders that supported her full and astoundingly firm white clad breasts that lead down to a flat tummy resulting in pristine white panties. The legs were sturdy and shapely. Compact femininity at its best.

 

“Well this is a treat.” I stammered. “Thank you.”

 

“Oh no, thank you.” Debbie said reaching  for my zipper while dropping to her knees. As she pulled it down she deftly undid the buckle on my belt with her other hand. With one stealthy movement my hips went up, my pants were pulled down, and she was running her tongue up the length of my cock which was already hard and reaching to the sky. The only hitch was at the knee where she had to work the jeans over my prosthetic leg. She knew of it and it didn’t phase her as she looked at the knob on the tip of my shaft as it bobbed in the air before her shimmering brown eyes. She reached up with both hands and  ran her fingers from base to just below the tip. Being a petite woman, except for those magnificent tits, her small hands made my average sized shaft seem longer and thicker to my visual delight. Of course when her hands reached the knob all bets were off. The head of my cock resembled a tennis ball in her small hands.

Debbie rose up on her knees just high enough to maneuver her mouth over the top of my cock and ever so slowly let her lips part as she slowly slid my dick into her mouth and as far down her throat as it would go in that position. I felt her tongue work teasingly side to side almost reaching my balls till I felt her throat open a bit with a reflexive gag.

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Debbie raised her head slowly leaving a stream saliva along the shaft as her tongue slid up the length to the tip releasing the now shimmering orb. She looked up at me with watering eyes. She swirled her tongue around the large knob and murmured, “I have heard about this,” as if speaking to a microphone, then wrapped her lips around the engorged head and sucked on it like a Tootsie Pop.

 

She paused just long enough to look at me and say, “I guess I have my work cut out for me.”

 

Debbie then proceeded to fuck me with her mouth as I have never been skull fucked before.  She was slurping, humming, and making quite a spectacle as her short black hair began to glisten with perspiration. She worked me mercilessly with lips, tongue and hands till I could contain myself no more.

 

As I spurted wildly in her throat she slowly raised her head gliding her lips tightly along my ejaculating length. When her mouth freed me she gave a last flick of her tongue to gather a bit of semen from the tip. She looked at me with her deep brown eyes while using her pinkie to pull the last bit of come from her lips to her mouth and said, “Now you owe me one.”

Buns Up

TMI Tuesday: February 5, 2019

Welcome to Oohs and Aahs of it all this TMI Tuesday!

1. Do you express your sexual pleasure with moans, groans, sighs, and other noises (provided that you are actually turned on)?
a. Yes, each time I have sex (90-100% of the time).
b. Yes, on most occasions (70-89% of the time).

From groans to growls I have become comfortable with vocalizing. It took a while since early encounters were usually in parents homes and stealth was a prerequisite. Then there were the parenting years when children were afoot and wifey and I were pretending to be prudes for each other and the young-uns. P.S. Big mistake. Now aural feedback is highly likely.
c. Yes, on some occasions (40-69% of the time).
d. Yes, on a few occasions (less than 40% of the time).
e. No. Never, not even when I am really turned on.

2. How comfortable are you with sex in bright light or daylight? Pick one.
a. Completely comfortable
b. Fairly comfortable
c. Somewhat comfortable/uncomfortable, depends on the partner.

Since it is all about the mood, lighting is situation dependent. So from the mystery of feeling around in the dark to full spotlight showtime, I like to go with the flow.  Of course for me to leer at you while you take a well deserved bow for your performance somewhere in between would be the choice of illumination.
d. Completely uncomfortable. I like to do it in the dark.

3. Is this statement True or False for you? Explain.
I would like to talk dirty with my partner, but I don’t dare for fear of being judged or ridiculed.

4. Have you ever done a striptease for a lover (impromptu or planned)? Did you enjoy it?

Yes I have and I have a character flaw which causes me to generally enjoy myself in most situations, but especially if a woman is looking at me in a way that would encourage me to disrobe. Of course nothing says consent quite like her taking my clothes off for me.

5. How do you feel about giving anal sex (penetration with penis, finger or sex toys)? Pick one.
a. I enjoy it.

Yes I do. Butt I always approached it delicately and even more so, if at all these days. It perhaps may be best kept in the fond memories drawer and leave such pleasures for young and resilient of the world.
b. I’m okay with it.
c. I don’t really enjoy it.
d. I don’t enjoy it at all.
e. I have never given anal sex.
f. I have never given anal sex, but would like to start.

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My First Stud

Sindy’s eyes caught me first. But as we conversed I was riveted by the little metal ball in the midst of her clever and enticing tongue. Her body; butt, breasts, legs, and taut tummy all became secondary. Yes she was beautiful, sassy, and bold.  But that glistening silver orb sparkled in my minds eye.

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I flashed back to my first beloved and the intimidating full metal rubber banded grill work of the time. The memory and feel of cold steel after she had slurped a Slurpee and then would give me a sound and righteous slurping made me shiver with delight. The impending danger as the unforgiving teeth of my zipper would poise dangerously close to my hardened but not indestructible cock as it made its way betwixt her unskilled mouth full orthodontic braces. But those initial scars healed and her mouth became exquisite and masterful over the years.

No learning curve was required upon my first and only encounter with Sindy’s tongue pole on my usually wizened but now extraordinarily rejuvenated and stiff pole. She had me gasping as her tongue bar slid up the underside of my erection to the tender spot just below the pinnacle of sweet ecstasy which burst all over my first stud.

Splitting the Uprights

Only Super Bowl replay I want is of the year my team won, I won $800 in the pool, and finished the night with my face buried between a big breasted blond bartenders thighs. Touchdown! #nsfw #SexBlog sort of