Happy Halloween

Holes

I used to steal my dad's porn magazines all the time when I was a kid. No matter how well he hid them, I always found them. I still remember this one story. I think it was in Cheri or Juggs or one of those. It revolved around a girl who "belonged" to this motorcycle gang (of course). She was there be fucked, a party favor. She lay naked in bed and throughout the evening guys would come in, fuck her and go. In and out whenever they pleased. She was just expected to lie there and keep her legs spread.

It kind of stuck with me to say the least.

There was no Objectification Room at camp this year. I was really, really looking forward to that. Are there glory holes for women? Is that something that's even done? Not that I would ever, you know, actually go to one. I prefer to know the man attached to the penis. Or at least know the person who knows the penis.

Lucky for me, I don't have to find a shady bathroom in the back of a porn shop or befriend a motorcycle gang because I know someone who knows some penises. 

I just had time enough for a quick shower and a drink. First came the blindfold and then the Vetrap. The blindfold alone is pretty slippery and can fall off easily and the Vetrap is so nice and tight. I went silent. It seemed appropriate after losing my sight.

"Do you want to speak?" he asked.

"If you want me to speak."

"Only if you're polite to our guest."

I smiled and jumped a little at the sound of the doorbell. He took my tightly wrapped head in his hands and kissed me deeply. When he broke away, I swayed a little on my knees, leaning forward slightly. I shifted my weight and heard some whispered conversation. I could feel our guest enter the room. He brought the cold air from outside with him and I could hear his heavy breathing come closer. He was excited. He was grateful. I could feel it. 

He started off sweetly; tenderly sucking on my tits and kissing my lips. His fingers petting my pussy gently, respectfully. He leaned forward and I leaned backward. He lapped eagerly at my cunt while I grabbed his head and pushed him further in. He had short hair, I know that. And a long cock. I felt him move and soon I felt a nudge at my lips. I took as much into my throat as possible, but he didn't force me. He didn't press his hand on the back of my head, but let me go down as far as I could at the pace I wanted. He leaned back on the bed and guided me up and I settled myself on his cock. Gripping his shoulders, I blindly rocked back and forth, fucking myself gently, slowly, tenderly.

That did it!

He pushed me on my back, threw my legs over his shoulder and drove it in. He took over, hammering into me hard, hitting that spot I can't seem to hit on my own, making me whimper. Then I felt hands behind me pull me toward the edge of the bed. I opened my mouth, searching for it. With every thrust in my cunt I was pushed further onto the dick in my mouth. Skewered end to end. I keep picturing corn cob holders.

I was flipped over, I think there was some lube exchanged, and with just a moment of hesitation his cock was in my ass. I haven't been fucked in the ass in a while. I'd forgotten how quickly it turns me into a blubbering, drooling idiot. 

Our emcee offered some helpful commentary. "You don't have to be nice with her." I loved that. The only thing that would have been better is if he said it instead of her.

I raised my ass up as encouragement as our guest fucked me over the edge of the bed. I could feel a foot resting on the bed beside my head and I held onto the leg to keep from falling off.  I sucked his big toe, humming and moaning. I licked between his toes and he pressed his foot into my face. I went back and forth from trying to rub my clit against the bed and pushing my ass up further on to the cock behind me. I was flipped over once again and felt that warm splatter across my stomach. I ran my fingers through the come on my belly and licked them clean.

Afterwards, I sipped the drink that was put in my hand. The three of us chatted like I wasn't still blindfolded, like I didn't have a fine coating of come across my mouth. I thanked him, he thanked me and our host. I waved at his general direction as he left, adjusted the tape across my nose and waited for the next guest to arrive.

Next time, I don't think I should talk.

Be Don Draper

I almost forgot

So I'm listening to A Prairie Home Companion and I was reminded of two things I never thought would ever happen to me during sex, happened a little bit ago, although not at the same time:

1. I came while sucking cock. Hand to God, I was not touching myself. I'm all about the cock worship and all, but I was not expecting that. It wasn't even a particular goal I had. 

2. I begged someone to stop making me come.  I don't count orgasms during sex. That always seemed kinda tacky to me. I don't know this time either, but it was ridiculous.

That's it.

Sexy is as sexy does

My vagina is a super model. I think might have the Naomi Campbell of clitorises. My pussy will throw a cell phone at you if you piss it off. My cunt won't get out of bed for less than $10,000 a day. My snatch was in a George Michael video.

I saw Tony Comstock's request for women for his new project and I thought to myself, "Why the hell not?" I thought it would be good for me. Like every other woman out there, sometimes I think I'm hot shit and sometimes I feel like a walking bean bag. I know when I'm looking sexy, I know when I'm feeling sexy, but one thing I could never know is what it is like to be a man looking at me. I'll never be able to look at myself with that "male gaze." Seeing myself in the mirror is not the same as seeing myself through the eyes of someone who wants to tear my clothes off and shove their dick into one or more of my orifices.

Yeah, I'm seeing it now.

For my current freelance project, I've been spending a lot of time absorbed in what we, as consumers, are taught to see as sexy. And yeah, it's true Gisele Bündchen in lingerie is sexy. But you know what else is sexy? Confidence. It's not just my opinion either, there's a highly paid group of marketing people who can back me up on that one. Knowing you're sexy is sexy. Knowing someone else thinks you're sexy is sexy. Not giving a fuck if someone doesn't think you're sexy is even sexier.

There's the kind of sex appeal that sells medium priced bras in malls and then there's, you know, reality. Perfection isn't sexy. Perfection is kind of disturbing.

I'm too lazy to strive for perfection, whatever that would be. I would love it if there was about 15 pounds less of me and I could magic wand away the bingo arms. I would not say no to a tiny, little boob lift if it was cheap, scar proof, pain free and guaranteed. Whatever perfect is, I'm not it.

But I am fucking hot. 

Most of the time.

I think.

Usually.

No, yeah. I'm hot.

Feats of strength

The new playmate is taller than me. By a lot and that's saying something. I'm 5'10" and it's not often I meet guys I have to stand on tip-toe to kiss. Height doesn't really mean anything to me. I could care less how tall you are (it all evens out when you're lying down) but when I come across a guy who's a lot taller than me, that girly part inside me that rarely come out wants to close my eyes, lean my head against his chest and listen to his heart beat. The other, bigger part of me wants to bring him down to his knees and shove his face in my pussy.

I knelt on the bed with my arms wrapped around his ass, clasping my hands to my elbows, holding his cock in my throat. Then I felt him pull me up for a kiss, and up and up until he was lifting me up off the bed, my arms wrapped around his neck. I'm not exactly a waif and it took me a minute to realize what was happening. "This is cool," I thought. "Maybe, if I wrap my legs around him we can do some advanced, porn star move with minimal injury to either of us." But I was on my back and his tongue was in my twat before that could be attempted. Maybe next time. One thing I've never been afraid of during sex is making a jackass out of myself.

He prepped me well with his four fingers grinding in me, making those sloshing, sucking wet noises that are so good and so fucking obscene. He's got big hands so the thumb wasn't going to make it this time. We decided to plan a "nothing but fisting" night.

Lucky for me his cock is proportionate to his height. He fucks fast and deep and hard and it's one of those no-nonsense fucks that is borderline painful. You know, the ones that make me bite down on his shoulder, or shove my fingers in my mouth because I just have to suck on something. The ones that make me mutter, "Oh God, oh Jesus" over and over in a voice I don't recognize. The kind where I'm slobbering and almost crying and I'm not sure if I can take anymore, but he better not fucking stop.

He laughs when he comes, which is fantastic.

We laid there, side by side panting. He gasped, "That's what I'm talking about!" I nodded in agreement. That's how it's fucking done. I think we might have high-fived.

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