Oct 202014
 

“So we got money comin’ in from that thing in Philly. We’re in our room, the four of us. It was me, Tony, Big Tony, and Rocka’.”

“Rocker? What kind of name is that?” Summer giggled, innocent little whore she was supposed to be.

“Ehhh… We call ‘em Rocka’ on account of how he rocks in his seat. Yanno… he leans on the back two legs of the chair and rocks. Like a rocking chair. So we, uhh… we call him ‘em Rocker. Anyway, yeah… right there, baby. Daddy likes that. Anyway, yeah…yeah….we were waiting for ….a friend, to show up.”

“Uh huuuuhhh” Summer had Paulie’s trousers and briefs down around his ankles, and his mind turning circles. He leaned back on the cheap hotel bed. Summer licked and kissed her way down to Paulie’s cock. She didn’t want to give him what he wanted until she got what she wanted. Paulie was on the drunk side, so she didn’t expect any trouble.

“So what happened to the rest of the story?” Summer’s eyes were wide, curious. She went deep on him twice, slowly. She gagged just a little. Paulie loved that sound.

“Ohhhhh baby, ohhh that’s a goood girl.” That girl and her tricky tricky mouth. She drew back and sat up beside him, her thick, tight nipples luring his attention upwards.

“Was it scary, Daddy?” Summer left whined and lowered her tone. She sounded horny. Her fingers rubbed his ears, his neck, down his shoulders.

You weren’t scared were you?” Summer drew back from Paulie. Her nipple popped from his mouth. She squealed and shook. He loved watching her breasts bounce.

“Daddy’s never scared.” Paulie reached down and stroked his own cock with one hand and twirled her hair with the other.

“So everything was good, right?” Paulie was animated, going back to the story.

Summer’s eyes went wide and she nodded along with his words.

“And then him and Rocka had an issue. And Rocka BOOM BOOM BOOM. Shot the guy in the belly. Three times.”

Paulie stuck three wiggling fingers into Summer’s belly each time he said the word “Boom.”

“Daddyyy! That tickles” Summer squealed and squirmed onto his lap.

“Daddy! That’s a scary story! I’m gonna have to sit in your lap so no one can get me. Please, Daddy?” She whined. Summer teased him with her little girl words and erotic actions. She moved to straddle his dick. Summer sank down on top of him with a pretty little purr and a pout. She was already feeding his cock into her. Her hips tipped from side to side.

“Ohhhh, don’t worry, baby, Daddy’s got you” All he could do was nod, vigorously. Paulie’s hands pulled her hips down on his cock.

Paulie liked to talk. Summer fucked him while she played an excited little girl. Paulie was her Big-Bad-Daddy. She played to his stories and he played right back. Summer sucked and fucked until they were both happy with what they got. She dressed and was dismissed.

Her driver delivered Summer to her apartment. She went upstairs and turned on the living room lights and the television. She waited exactly 15 minutes. Her cell phone rang.

“Anything for me?” The voice on the other end was familiar, and deep.

“Yes, Sir. It was Rocker. Three shots to the belly. He and Rocker had some kind of issue. Paulie was there. So was Tony, Big Tony, and Rocker. But Rocker shot him.” Summer did not like delivering bad news. The messenger could easily be shot, just for knowing the message. But she was valuable to a lot of people. Summer sold information out the backdoor to those who were willing to pay for it and act discreetly with it.
“Anything else?”

“Paulie said something about some money coming in from Philly, and that’s why your guy was coming to meet them.” The voice on the other end of the phone chuckled darkly when Summer mentioned Philly. She knew better than to question. That laugh gave her chill bumps.

“It’s in your fridge.” He hung up the phone.

Summer’s phone went black. She had ten grand in a shipping envelope behind her orange juice. Pretty as she was, her betrayal was so thick you couldn’t wipe it off. She knew that someday, someone was going to start calling for the truth.

Wicked Wednesday

Aug 072013
 

Daddy2Daddy likes my mouth.

He likes to wrap his hands around my throat and feel his cock in there.

I can remember when I first started snuggling against it. His cock would always get stiff and grow. I would lick it and kiss it. I thought that it hurt him.  But he promised that those were good sounds that he was making. He said I could play with it as much as I wanted. So I did.

When I really starting liking it, Daddy starting feeding it to me. More and more, he fed me his cock. Now my mouth opens when I see it.

I don’t get to play with it anymore. He grunts and pumps it into my face. I swallow everything that Daddy’s cock spits out. He says I’m a natural.

 

Sultry Saturday

Jun 212013
 

parkinglotSince the last incident, she’d been behaving. But two weeks had passed and even the whispers and bets as to when the next one would happen weren’t really whispers anymore. He stood and called her into the office and shut the door. Each time he did, the possibilities excited her. It excited them too. The entire office watched their lamb to slaughter with froth on their lips. She could almost see it dripping down and joining with the stains left from their coffee cups.

They were more than voyeurs. Some of the more excitable ones felt as if they were taking part in it all. She’d never know how much all of this played into giving release to one man’s sad marriage, another’s inability to adapt to social situations, and the few other that used it just as fodder to drain their dicks. Many.  Many times over.

Generally she was called in to do secretarial work and if he felt like it, a blowjob. Although the last one had been more of a face-fucking, and more than she had been prepared for.

“Bend over the desk and remove your clothes so that I can get to your pussy. Spread your legs. Now. Now.”

She didn’t get her skirt thrown up over the back of her ass before he was in her. Hard. Her thighs slammed into the front of his desk and she yowled. He was constantly pounding her. His body bent her over. But he grabbed her hair. He pulled it and used it to ride her.  The harder he pounded; the harder he pulled; the more her legs spread. She climbed that desk. She banged her cunt back to meet him. She squirted on his cock and some papers that he was supposed to sign.  He yanked her down to swallow every drop and left her on the floor as he zipped up.

She put herself back together and picked up the office.  He spoke when she opened the door to leave.

“Meet me at my car after work”

She smiled. “Yes Sir.”

May 152013
 

cum shotEveryday he made bolder moves.

When she’d suck him off, if she didn’t get it all, she’d wear it all day. She learned that scarves hid the stains.But not the strained expressions from coworkers who knew she’d been tasting her Boss’s balls.

He’d follow her to the bathroom stall and rape her mouth. Cubicles housing strained listeners with growing boners and coloring cheeks. Fax machines and copiers quieted. Phones were secretly sent to voicemail – almost silencing the entire office.

When he let her up from his cock to get air, she’d gag and gasp.

Some of them gave quick, low glances over the room. Torn between wanting to listen and go jerk off.  You could hear a pin drop. Then over and over, a deep voice, and finally, her. Just a little too loud…

“More.”

Dec 142012
 

cocksuckingCocksucking – I don’t like being on my knees.

I don’t like it when a man lays down. That makes me feel like I’m all alone.

What I like is for me to be on my back and for him to have his cock in my face. It’s a good position if he likes to face fuck, but it’s it’s even a better place to be when you’re cock hungry. When you’re drooling, mouth begging upwards for a taste of dick. My tongue just wants a taste. God, I just want to feel the slipperiness. I want to beg for it. That’s not cocksucking. That’s being cock hungry.

 

Jun 122012
 

If you’ve read My Clit’s Trip, you’ll understand a little bit about what I’ve been through when it comes to all of these stimulating gels and creams.  Doc Johnson put out the newest gel that I plan on experimenting with. It’s called “My Secret Valentine Tingle Gele” and it’s supposed to be an aid in the oral department.  It claims to tingle and numb, but does so only slightly.  I went with the strawberry and was pleasantly surprised at how dead-on it tasted and smelled. Its consistency is that of a loose, maybe watered down or warmed up Jell-o. It comes in a plastic, two ounce jar. Its cap twists off to reveal a plastic  peel-away layer before its initial use, but after that, it’s just you and the jar.

Here’s an ingredient list, but I’ll go ahead and warn you about the glycerin. One more thing – on my voyage of gels, creams, lotions, and lubricants that are supposed to stimulate my lady bits, none of them seem to have really great, above board ingredients.

Water, Glycerin, Xanthan Gum,  Flavor, Chondrus Crispus (Carrageenan), Sodium Saccharin, Menthoxypropanediol, Sodium Hydroxide, Diazolidinyl Urea, Sodium Benzoate, Potassium Sorbate, Red 40 (CI 16035)

Despite that the gel didn’t really numb or tingle, we did enjoy its taste. The Husband benefited via a good, old fashioned, down and dirty, sticky blowjob. I’m talking about Deepthroat City, gagging and slapping the titties. Because the Tingle Gele is a bit sticky, if you’re not going to get nasty with it, don’t bother. Since the taste is quite nice, why not make the most of it? We did!  Although there were no numbing effects, the taste was enough to incite a little fun. Unfortunately, the sticky gel gets everywhere. I was trying to get it out of my hair at 3:00am while it was drying. I felt like I was 17 again.

Jan 032012
 

TipThere’s a beautiful moment your tongue has come around the stiff, soaked, velvety head. When that first drip of salty fluid touches your tongue, you want to stay. You don’t want to go back down again.

want to stay here and suck.

You know that he expects certain things. This is for him. Down you go. You taste for the fluid to mix. With no sign, you s.u.c.k.

Give it to me.

Up again to the head.

If I could just stay here. Lick here… and here …and here.