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You did the right thing.
That kind of woman is exactly what I need in my life right now.
I'm sure there not hard to find if you look for them.
Boss Riovane
Member
You ever heard that saying that when a door closes another door opens. I am gonna be real I think its some bullshit. Personally I believe in knocking my own doors down making my own opportunities, creating my own way. When I was coming up I was always taught that you cant make a person do anything that they don't want to. Hell, coming up you see shit that you wouldn't believe, I mean mother fuckers were always thirsty and willing to go that extra mile for the goodies. So was I. But if you read this far you know its not about my personal philosophy, its about what a man will do when faced with....
I remember when I saw her for the first time. It was one of those spots that people go to after a long day of work. You want to take a load off and just unwind. I was much younger then, I wouldn't say I was an Adonis walking the earth but I was fairly easy on the eyes. I remember seeing her mocha skin contrasting with the blue in her jeans. She had a smile that would brighten a funeral and eyes that could pierce your soul. She caught me off guard and I remember fumbling trying to decide what to say next. She opened her mouth and uttered " Can I help you?" I looked her in the eyes and knew in my mind and my loins I would be fucking her before the weekend. So I said what any man would say "You already did". She paused and started to smile. "What do you mean". I was told to treat any conversation like a fight. I responded "Seeing that smile made my year." Some old simp shit I know but you can never stray from the classics. I started to place my order and paid for it. Of course knowing what I know in any fight you look for tells. The subtle movements. I didn't say anything else. Our eyes did the rest of the talking. And with a gesture she flipped over my receipt and wrote that number. Now mind you I was enamored by those eyes, that's what caught me. So I ate my meal. Got up. Walked to the counter and asked "What you doing tonight?" She said she had some plans but what was I doing in the afternoon tomorrow. I said "Whatever you want to" She looked at my uniform and said call me when you get off. I said cool and I walked off. Now lets be real for a second. She knew what I wanted and I knew what she wanted. But you never go in expecting the best. Always look for the worst. If it happens it happens.
The next day went by like a whirlwind. PT was light because a battalion run was coming up. My vehicle as on point and my squad leader was the type of cat that liked to sneak out of work whenever he could. So about lunch time, word got down that there wasn't going to be formation. No need for everyone to hang in the motor pool doing nothing wasting time. So ever so slowly cats started trickling out of the motor pool, knowing that it was basically a half day. Myself I had a thirst that needed to be quenched. I picked up my phone as I was walking out of the gates and dialed that 910 area code. On the third ring she picked up. I said "I hope its not a bad time" She said no. "So what you want to do" She said she wanted to see me. "Fine" I said lets make it happen. Now anyone in the military knows that during business hours if you stayed in the barracks you couldn't have guest. But knowing what I know that couldn't stop my thirsty behavior. I knew if I took her down the back hallway I could walk her to my room without hesitation. No body was watching the desk there and no one would be looking. I looked at my watch. 1315. She said she would be there in 15 minutes. In my mind I concocted this elaborate plan to get her in with no worries. I sat outside in the sun waiting in the parking lot to flag her down. 1324. This bronze colored SUV rolls up and I had an inkling I knew who it was. So like any brother from the south I flagged her down. She parked and I went from thirsty to hungry.
Knee high leather boots, beige colored long skirt with a long slit. Sleeveless sweater that showed off a fit chocolate toned stomach with diamond stud in the navel. Hair was slicked back in a pony tail cascading off the back of her head. Every gesture and movement was lyrical. In my mind every step she took was its own beat that became evermore primal and deafening with each step forward. As she came closer the wind caught her perfume giving my senses a jolt. This woman was a damn sensation to all my senses. We made small talk and I asked her to come on in. I opened my door and we sat down on the couch. She told me about herself and her family. She told me how much she loved the piano. I told her about my love for music. It got quiet a moment. It was one of the silences that you can fuck up by speaking, only action would suffice. I remember that first kiss, unrefined and animalistic. Lustful dirty and passionate. I was beginning to satiate my appetite. She started to bite my ear. And I started to respond by kissing her neck. In between breaths she started whimper ever so slightly. She asked me to take off her top. Whilst I was following orders she began to stand. I watched as her top fell to the floor, her dark and perky breast exposed to the cascading sunlight the lit the dim room. There in front of me she stood with nothing but those leather boots and black laced thong that seem fade into her form. Her silhouette was art made flesh. It was as if the Lord Almighty had molded the contour of her supple form. Basking for only a moment lost in my lustful thoughts of conquest, we made eye contact. Her eyes longing for my touch and for that moment we conducted our symphony. Our bodies were our instruments and with a slow pace we began. We were creating our aria with crescendos and decrescendos. Accarezzevole allegro. Never once did our eyes part. Beads of sweat formed across my brow. Her essence flowed between her breast and fell upon my chest. The salty sweet taste of her Nubian skin quenched my passion. I heard my name fall from her lips. And in that moment I felt her sweet release flow over my body. It was as if time stood still and we were the only ones in that moment. Everything continued to move but were frozen in that moment at the height of true bliss. Our ecstasy knew no bounds. I felt her flow all over me sticky and sweet. The wave flowed into us. I knew it was time for my answer. Sound and feeling and everything became one. Our passions touched and my release was incoming. I was in a clouded maze of pleasure and pain. This was a drug. I was in its thrall. Everything blurred. I had her in my embrace. She and I were cresting the summit.
That's when I heard the door open.
I remember when I saw her for the first time. It was one of those spots that people go to after a long day of work. You want to take a load off and just unwind. I was much younger then, I wouldn't say I was an Adonis walking the earth but I was fairly easy on the eyes. I remember seeing her mocha skin contrasting with the blue in her jeans. She had a smile that would brighten a funeral and eyes that could pierce your soul. She caught me off guard and I remember fumbling trying to decide what to say next. She opened her mouth and uttered " Can I help you?" I looked her in the eyes and knew in my mind and my loins I would be fucking her before the weekend. So I said what any man would say "You already did". She paused and started to smile. "What do you mean". I was told to treat any conversation like a fight. I responded "Seeing that smile made my year." Some old simp shit I know but you can never stray from the classics. I started to place my order and paid for it. Of course knowing what I know in any fight you look for tells. The subtle movements. I didn't say anything else. Our eyes did the rest of the talking. And with a gesture she flipped over my receipt and wrote that number. Now mind you I was enamored by those eyes, that's what caught me. So I ate my meal. Got up. Walked to the counter and asked "What you doing tonight?" She said she had some plans but what was I doing in the afternoon tomorrow. I said "Whatever you want to" She looked at my uniform and said call me when you get off. I said cool and I walked off. Now lets be real for a second. She knew what I wanted and I knew what she wanted. But you never go in expecting the best. Always look for the worst. If it happens it happens.
The next day went by like a whirlwind. PT was light because a battalion run was coming up. My vehicle as on point and my squad leader was the type of cat that liked to sneak out of work whenever he could. So about lunch time, word got down that there wasn't going to be formation. No need for everyone to hang in the motor pool doing nothing wasting time. So ever so slowly cats started trickling out of the motor pool, knowing that it was basically a half day. Myself I had a thirst that needed to be quenched. I picked up my phone as I was walking out of the gates and dialed that 910 area code. On the third ring she picked up. I said "I hope its not a bad time" She said no. "So what you want to do" She said she wanted to see me. "Fine" I said lets make it happen. Now anyone in the military knows that during business hours if you stayed in the barracks you couldn't have guest. But knowing what I know that couldn't stop my thirsty behavior. I knew if I took her down the back hallway I could walk her to my room without hesitation. No body was watching the desk there and no one would be looking. I looked at my watch. 1315. She said she would be there in 15 minutes. In my mind I concocted this elaborate plan to get her in with no worries. I sat outside in the sun waiting in the parking lot to flag her down. 1324. This bronze colored SUV rolls up and I had an inkling I knew who it was. So like any brother from the south I flagged her down. She parked and I went from thirsty to hungry.
Knee high leather boots, beige colored long skirt with a long slit. Sleeveless sweater that showed off a fit chocolate toned stomach with diamond stud in the navel. Hair was slicked back in a pony tail cascading off the back of her head. Every gesture and movement was lyrical. In my mind every step she took was its own beat that became evermore primal and deafening with each step forward. As she came closer the wind caught her perfume giving my senses a jolt. This woman was a damn sensation to all my senses. We made small talk and I asked her to come on in. I opened my door and we sat down on the couch. She told me about herself and her family. She told me how much she loved the piano. I told her about my love for music. It got quiet a moment. It was one of the silences that you can fuck up by speaking, only action would suffice. I remember that first kiss, unrefined and animalistic. Lustful dirty and passionate. I was beginning to satiate my appetite. She started to bite my ear. And I started to respond by kissing her neck. In between breaths she started whimper ever so slightly. She asked me to take off her top. Whilst I was following orders she began to stand. I watched as her top fell to the floor, her dark and perky breast exposed to the cascading sunlight the lit the dim room. There in front of me she stood with nothing but those leather boots and black laced thong that seem fade into her form. Her silhouette was art made flesh. It was as if the Lord Almighty had molded the contour of her supple form. Basking for only a moment lost in my lustful thoughts of conquest, we made eye contact. Her eyes longing for my touch and for that moment we conducted our symphony. Our bodies were our instruments and with a slow pace we began. We were creating our aria with crescendos and decrescendos. Accarezzevole allegro. Never once did our eyes part. Beads of sweat formed across my brow. Her essence flowed between her breast and fell upon my chest. The salty sweet taste of her Nubian skin quenched my passion. I heard my name fall from her lips. And in that moment I felt her sweet release flow over my body. It was as if time stood still and we were the only ones in that moment. Everything continued to move but were frozen in that moment at the height of true bliss. Our ecstasy knew no bounds. I felt her flow all over me sticky and sweet. The wave flowed into us. I knew it was time for my answer. Sound and feeling and everything became one. Our passions touched and my release was incoming. I was in a clouded maze of pleasure and pain. This was a drug. I was in its thrall. Everything blurred. I had her in my embrace. She and I were cresting the summit.
That's when I heard the door open.
Pops Maellard
Member
andthebeatgoeson
Junior Member
Does that make you want it more? Usually does for me.
Edit: To be continued? WTF, Rio?
The model happened a couple of years before my other story. The threesome thing I posted, happened just a few weeks ago, the weekend of Valentine's Day to be specific. My wife and I normally use condoms with anyone other than each other. However, we've both had occasions when we haven't. We also get tested regularly and remain disease free as of 2014.
And no, I've never mention the threesome story to anyone except my wife.
SquiddyCracker
Banned
Fair enough then as long as your safe and responsible there's no problem.
One important detail who was the model?
I know detective GAF well enough to never disclose any identities on here. I will say this, her modeling resume is impressive, and her celebrity friend are cool, but I didn't give a shit about any of that. I know quite a few models, dancers, burlesque performers, etc. And she's head and shoulders above them. This girl was not only beautiful, but also down to earth, intelligent, funny, and a good friend. We are still great friends to this day.
On a side note: This thread has some cool stories in it, but I can't help feeling like there are two groups in here: One is sharing stuff and the other is judging it. I think it's cool to hear about people's experiences and what their perspective is like, but the number of people willing to share is probably significantly decreased by all the "haters" and trolls trying to tear them down. I have a ton of experiences I could share about things that most people don't experience like the "swinging" scene or fetish community. But I'm pretty sure, if I did I wouldn't hear the end of it any time I posted in an unrelated thread.
That's a perfect reasonable stance to make with regards to revealing someones identity. As for stories coming back to haunt you, I've had no experience so far as of yet.
AstroNut325
Member
Not sure of any other thread to ask this...
Any married person went on a "sexcation"? Wife and I are thinking of going to some beach front hotel and locking ourselves in the room for a weekend. Just wondering if that ends to be more exploratory or do sexcations typical stick to what people are familiar with? And what would you pack?
Any married person went on a "sexcation"? Wife and I are thinking of going to some beach front hotel and locking ourselves in the room for a weekend. Just wondering if that ends to be more exploratory or do sexcations typical stick to what people are familiar with? And what would you pack?
Twilight Gap
Member
...I just walked in on my cousin in the shower.
I had been in my own bathroom enjoying what was a routine dump when the toilet manages to clog itself. I'm used to the occasional clog and I can normally clear it up without incident. However, there was no plunger in this bathroom, so I cleaned up, closed the door, and went to go look for it. The plunger always seems to travel the house when I need it, and after searching all the rooms, I narrowed it down to my baby brother's.
I saw that the bathroom door was cracked with the lights off, so I entered the room and walked towards it. I noticed that the air was warm, but I figured nobody was there because my family and our guests had gone to church.
With that thought, I opened the door, and lo and behold there she was towel drying herself. I can see why the other guy stood there when he walked in on his sister-in-law, because I seriously could not move. My heart started beating incredibly fast and it completely incapacitated me. I'd instantly forgotten why I was there. All of my thoughts were replaced by the sight of glistening water droplets illuminated by sunlight from the bathroom window as they meandered down her body. What was in reality just a short moment felt like a lifetime before I managed to gather myself and form words. I don't remember exactly what I said in that moment because I was shaking too much to form a coherent sentence, but I'm pretty sure it was along the lines of "Uhhhhhh wrong room"
She had been using the sunlight from the window to light the room in place of the dull overhead lights, something I used to do when I had a bathroom with a window. I'm still shaking a little, but I did manage to properly explain myself afterwards.
I always wondered why my step mom put a transparent Mickey Mouse curtain in that room, but now I thank the good lord that she did.
EDIT: pic related
I had been in my own bathroom enjoying what was a routine dump when the toilet manages to clog itself. I'm used to the occasional clog and I can normally clear it up without incident. However, there was no plunger in this bathroom, so I cleaned up, closed the door, and went to go look for it. The plunger always seems to travel the house when I need it, and after searching all the rooms, I narrowed it down to my baby brother's.
I saw that the bathroom door was cracked with the lights off, so I entered the room and walked towards it. I noticed that the air was warm, but I figured nobody was there because my family and our guests had gone to church.
With that thought, I opened the door, and lo and behold there she was towel drying herself. I can see why the other guy stood there when he walked in on his sister-in-law, because I seriously could not move. My heart started beating incredibly fast and it completely incapacitated me. I'd instantly forgotten why I was there. All of my thoughts were replaced by the sight of glistening water droplets illuminated by sunlight from the bathroom window as they meandered down her body. What was in reality just a short moment felt like a lifetime before I managed to gather myself and form words. I don't remember exactly what I said in that moment because I was shaking too much to form a coherent sentence, but I'm pretty sure it was along the lines of "Uhhhhhh wrong room"
She had been using the sunlight from the window to light the room in place of the dull overhead lights, something I used to do when I had a bathroom with a window. I'm still shaking a little, but I did manage to properly explain myself afterwards.
I always wondered why my step mom put a transparent Mickey Mouse curtain in that room, but now I thank the good lord that she did.
EDIT: pic related
Could be worse I suppose really. At least the you learn the purpose of the curtain. I've never had anyone disturb me whilst in the shower that must be awkward for everyone unless they are comfortable with it.
NotTheGuyYouKill
Member
...I just walked in on my cousin in the shower.
I had been in my own bathroom enjoying what was a routine dump when the toilet manages to clog itself. I'm used to the occasional clog and I can normally clear it up without incident. However, there was no plunger in this bathroom, so I cleaned up, closed the door, and went to go look for it. The plunger always seems to travel the house when I need it, and after searching all the rooms, I narrowed it down to my baby brother's.
I saw that the bathroom door was cracked with the lights off, so I entered the room and walked towards it. I noticed that the air was warm, but I figured nobody was there because my family and our guests had gone to church.
With that thought, I opened the door, and lo and behold there she was towel drying herself. I can see why the other guy stood there when he walked in on his sister-in-law, because I seriously could not move. My heart started beating incredibly fast and it completely incapacitated me. I'd instantly forgotten why I was there. All of my thoughts were replaced by the sight of glistening water droplets illuminated by sunlight from the bathroom window as they meandered down her body. What was in reality just a short moment felt like a lifetime before I managed to gather myself and form words. I don't remember exactly what I said in that moment because I was shaking too much to form a coherent sentence, but I'm pretty sure it was along the lines of "Uhhhhhh wrong room"
She had been using the sunlight from the window to light the room in place of the dull overhead lights, something I used to do when I had a bathroom with a window. I'm still shaking a little, but I did manage to properly explain myself afterwards.
I always wondered why my step mom put a transparent Mickey Mouse curtain in that room, but now I thank the good lord that she did.
EDIT: pic related
This is why you bumped the incest thread, isn't it?
Jesus fucking christ at his post in that thread.
Don't look at the OP then... This isn't the place to judge others.
Not that I've been on one but I'd totally recommend exploring instead of sticking to more vanilla sex.
Twilight Gap
Member
>.> I followed and quoted a post from the twin thread and I was unaware that it led to a different thread until I had already posted.
I suppose - as far as cousins go. I'm not going around gawking at all the women I know, but I'm not going to put a limit on myself if that's what develops naturally (legal restraint aside). I think it stems from the fact that I've become total strangers with people I was once so close to. I'm close to most of my family, and should anything happen (which is highly unlikely given the majority faith), a bad end is not going to make us strangers. I'm aware that it's an unusual view, so it's probably pointless to clarify
I read your first post, I am not really judging per se, just saying having sex with two sisters is a little bit different than having sex with your sister. If that makes any sense.
Boss Riovane
Member
Part 2 coming.....
EDIT: Part 2.
There wasn't time to get dressed. In my haste I look over at the clock. 1655. I hear my squad leaders weaselly voice. "Quit jacking your dick im coming in." I said fuck it. I resigned to my fate. Whatever happens. All this time I'm sitting here worrying about my own ass not once did I even think of this female propped squarely in my crotch with nothing but leather boots on. The look on his face was priceless. Imagine if you will you walk into a room to rag on your subordinate only to find what looks to be a live human representation of chocolate and butter pecan ice cream in some shit you see in adult films. Luckily her back was to the door. And she sat there like a champ not giving 2 shits as to what it looked like. I finally broke eye contact with my instrument and looked up and could only utter the words "Hello chief". The awkward silence lasted for seconds but felt like a year. And like any man proud to see another man getting some ass "Carry on, when you get a chance come to the desk, and ma'am nice to meet you".
I walked down the hall in shorts and flip-flops. Thinking I was king of the world. It wasn't that guilty feeling of busting a nut rather that feeling like you just broke your foot off in something. I had a certain pace almost fluttering as I walked that hall passing the doors of others who were not so lucky. See when you live in close quarters with other men, shit passes around like a goddamn sewing circle. I was getting nods of acknowledgement, small gestures of pride from cats. Until I passed one room and I heard my name called. Picture if you will one of the biggest motherfuckers you can imagine straight from a dilapidated area of the windy city. He wore his hood pride on his chest like a badge of honor. This motherfucker was known for putting fuckers in traction. The military was his salvation and curse. It was his only choice. Rather it was a better alternative than that lockup. Before he could utter anything else I told him I will be right back I got to handle something. A seething feeling began to creep up my back. I pushed it down. I didnt wait for a response. I was at the desk before he made the door. My chief looked at me. Stared me up and down and said one phrase. "Sign her in". Looked at the clock on the wall. 1720. Began to scribble some illegible shit that me and the Lord would understand. 'Anything else Sergeant'. "Nah, you good just next time put a fucking sock on the door." 'Not a problem'.
Being a man of my word I stopped into Windy City's room and said what sup. He was in rare form all jovial with a shit eating grin that hid some ulterior motive. "So you rolling with us to the club tonight?" Yeah why not I thought give me something to do. "So we hitting the NCO club or the Sports Bar" I asked intently. In the back of my mind I wanted to know what to wear. "Neither, we heading to Pope. They got a spot that them AF boys be talking about." I heard the most guttural laugh next. So this had to be different something had to be going on.... before I could finish my thought this little mother fucker popped his head up from around the corner and said good shit we got a DD. That feeling started to creep further in my back. I pushed that shit back down again.
I walked back in room and there she was laying in my sheets. Skin was still glistening like she just hopped out the shower. I asked her how it was she said good but she had to roll. I said alright and I uttered my first mistake. "So... when we gonna do this again?" That smile that in 2 years time I would begin to despise crept up. "What are you doing after your run tomorrow?" I gave the only answer I could. "Whatever you want"
Like Luke Cage walking into Latveria, this spot is fucking dead. All I could do was mutter curses under my breath as for the umpteenth time "Boot Scoot and Boogie" was bumping through the speakers. I couldn't believe I was wasting my time. I did get a little reprieve from boredom watching Windy City line dance with some Airmen. Nothing like a 6'6 mother fucker dancing over some white women reenacting a scene from King Kong. At least that's how I pictured it in my head. But before I could fall into la-la land, my pocket started to buzz. I looked down and there was a voice mail from a missed call. I began to tap in my access code but before I could press that fourth digit, I caught out of the corner of my eye what looked to be something up my alley. I don't know if they changed fucking DJ s are what but an influx of beats started playing and people were coming out of the woodwork's to hop on the dance floor. And thats when I saw this 10 just getting it on the floor. Not one to miss a chance at greatness I hop my happy ass on the floor and start dancing. Now the clubbanger at the time was Petey Pablos Raise Up. So without any small talk we are just getting it on without a care in the world showing these cats how artillery gets down. After that rousing spectacle, 10 joins us at the table and starts some small talk. I tell her where im from and she tells me shes local from around the way. She tells me how her friend dragged her out to have a good time and that she didn't expect to run into any brothers. I of course being a forward thinker asked what they were doing after the club. She said we can go back to her place and chill. Not wanting to turn down an open invitation I decided to roll. Windy City said he was hanging there and I left them cats at the club. Now for some strange reason as I approached her car I started getting the sinking feeling that something was off. It started to creep further up my spine. The thought of tagging this thick female overrode any warnings. And like a blur within moments we had arrived at her spot. It was truly a sight to see. Imagine if you will the most rundown ramshackle double-wide that you can imagine looking like something bombed out and depleted. But in my tireless quest for the nookie, I pressed on. We didn't make it into the house before we were going at it. I dont know if this was a tactic or what but little things didn't add up. I sat on the couch and she started to unzip my fly. It was rough and throaty. This wasn't her first rodeo. As I lay my head back and start curling my toes, I instinctively grabbed for her head to give her some direction. I didn't realize that her head would be going left and her hair would go right.
EDIT: Part 2.
There wasn't time to get dressed. In my haste I look over at the clock. 1655. I hear my squad leaders weaselly voice. "Quit jacking your dick im coming in." I said fuck it. I resigned to my fate. Whatever happens. All this time I'm sitting here worrying about my own ass not once did I even think of this female propped squarely in my crotch with nothing but leather boots on. The look on his face was priceless. Imagine if you will you walk into a room to rag on your subordinate only to find what looks to be a live human representation of chocolate and butter pecan ice cream in some shit you see in adult films. Luckily her back was to the door. And she sat there like a champ not giving 2 shits as to what it looked like. I finally broke eye contact with my instrument and looked up and could only utter the words "Hello chief". The awkward silence lasted for seconds but felt like a year. And like any man proud to see another man getting some ass "Carry on, when you get a chance come to the desk, and ma'am nice to meet you".
I walked down the hall in shorts and flip-flops. Thinking I was king of the world. It wasn't that guilty feeling of busting a nut rather that feeling like you just broke your foot off in something. I had a certain pace almost fluttering as I walked that hall passing the doors of others who were not so lucky. See when you live in close quarters with other men, shit passes around like a goddamn sewing circle. I was getting nods of acknowledgement, small gestures of pride from cats. Until I passed one room and I heard my name called. Picture if you will one of the biggest motherfuckers you can imagine straight from a dilapidated area of the windy city. He wore his hood pride on his chest like a badge of honor. This motherfucker was known for putting fuckers in traction. The military was his salvation and curse. It was his only choice. Rather it was a better alternative than that lockup. Before he could utter anything else I told him I will be right back I got to handle something. A seething feeling began to creep up my back. I pushed it down. I didnt wait for a response. I was at the desk before he made the door. My chief looked at me. Stared me up and down and said one phrase. "Sign her in". Looked at the clock on the wall. 1720. Began to scribble some illegible shit that me and the Lord would understand. 'Anything else Sergeant'. "Nah, you good just next time put a fucking sock on the door." 'Not a problem'.
Being a man of my word I stopped into Windy City's room and said what sup. He was in rare form all jovial with a shit eating grin that hid some ulterior motive. "So you rolling with us to the club tonight?" Yeah why not I thought give me something to do. "So we hitting the NCO club or the Sports Bar" I asked intently. In the back of my mind I wanted to know what to wear. "Neither, we heading to Pope. They got a spot that them AF boys be talking about." I heard the most guttural laugh next. So this had to be different something had to be going on.... before I could finish my thought this little mother fucker popped his head up from around the corner and said good shit we got a DD. That feeling started to creep further in my back. I pushed that shit back down again.
I walked back in room and there she was laying in my sheets. Skin was still glistening like she just hopped out the shower. I asked her how it was she said good but she had to roll. I said alright and I uttered my first mistake. "So... when we gonna do this again?" That smile that in 2 years time I would begin to despise crept up. "What are you doing after your run tomorrow?" I gave the only answer I could. "Whatever you want"
Like Luke Cage walking into Latveria, this spot is fucking dead. All I could do was mutter curses under my breath as for the umpteenth time "Boot Scoot and Boogie" was bumping through the speakers. I couldn't believe I was wasting my time. I did get a little reprieve from boredom watching Windy City line dance with some Airmen. Nothing like a 6'6 mother fucker dancing over some white women reenacting a scene from King Kong. At least that's how I pictured it in my head. But before I could fall into la-la land, my pocket started to buzz. I looked down and there was a voice mail from a missed call. I began to tap in my access code but before I could press that fourth digit, I caught out of the corner of my eye what looked to be something up my alley. I don't know if they changed fucking DJ s are what but an influx of beats started playing and people were coming out of the woodwork's to hop on the dance floor. And thats when I saw this 10 just getting it on the floor. Not one to miss a chance at greatness I hop my happy ass on the floor and start dancing. Now the clubbanger at the time was Petey Pablos Raise Up. So without any small talk we are just getting it on without a care in the world showing these cats how artillery gets down. After that rousing spectacle, 10 joins us at the table and starts some small talk. I tell her where im from and she tells me shes local from around the way. She tells me how her friend dragged her out to have a good time and that she didn't expect to run into any brothers. I of course being a forward thinker asked what they were doing after the club. She said we can go back to her place and chill. Not wanting to turn down an open invitation I decided to roll. Windy City said he was hanging there and I left them cats at the club. Now for some strange reason as I approached her car I started getting the sinking feeling that something was off. It started to creep further up my spine. The thought of tagging this thick female overrode any warnings. And like a blur within moments we had arrived at her spot. It was truly a sight to see. Imagine if you will the most rundown ramshackle double-wide that you can imagine looking like something bombed out and depleted. But in my tireless quest for the nookie, I pressed on. We didn't make it into the house before we were going at it. I dont know if this was a tactic or what but little things didn't add up. I sat on the couch and she started to unzip my fly. It was rough and throaty. This wasn't her first rodeo. As I lay my head back and start curling my toes, I instinctively grabbed for her head to give her some direction. I didn't realize that her head would be going left and her hair would go right.
Boss Riovane
Member
Im sitting there dick to the world, spit dripping down my leg and testicles whilst my bare ass is exposed to the filthiest couch in the US. One hand resting on the back of a now balding female skull the other hand filled with a cheap brunette wig made of second hand horse hair. All the while "10" begins to rise from her knees looking at me like I was the final morsel of food for miles and she hadn't eaten in weeks. That moment is when I realized that muted light is truly a villain. I sat appalled at the thought of what I had gotten into. I stare at a McDonald's cup that hadn't been used for at least 3 months, straw intact with a trail of robust black ants running from a pile of clothes that hadn't scene a washer since the cup was purchased. A filthy pair of mens shoes obviously from another resident or suitor caked with dried earth and pieces of grass strewn about atop an empty box of Cheerwine discolored from time sitting in the only spot exposed to the incoming sun, crimson cans spilled haphazardly across a faded carpet that hasn't seen a vacuum since I was in high school. I was in filth. And there standing in the center looking like an overweight Venus on clam shell of garbage and pestilence began to take her top off. And that's I noticed that the shape she portrayed wasn't her own. Underneath those billowing utters stood a corset fastened with string and a prayer looking for just the right movement to explode from the pressure and her true form to greet the world with reckless abandoned. This is the moment my dick began to recede. My libido had thrown in the towel and even though the head was toe curling the rest was stomach churning. I had to exit. I looked at my watch. 0435. I had to escape. There was no way my penis was going any further. And like a bolt from the blue it hit me. Fuck it just roll out. My captor looked at me with lust on her mind and said she had to run to the bathroom and this is the moment I took my leave. I patted myself down and checked for all my belongings because there is no way I was returning to that gulag. If it was left it was gone for good. And with that I rolled into the night.
It felt like I had been walking for an hour. By this time I didnt see any signs of being followed by my rotund lover. I assume she chalked it up as a lost cause. All I can think is good because I was "lied" to. Shame and sweat rolled down my skin as I began my trek back to post. 0520. I was not making good time. I had an hour to make it back for morning formation. I picked up the pace every stride getting ever longer. But something was nagging me and I remembered the message I didnt check. So I slowed my stride and pressed the speaker button and tapped all four numbers. I pressed 1. "Hey Rio, I was thinking about you and im sitting up tonight with my sister watching her kids while she goes out. I just wanted to talk about yesterday and how much I enjoyed spending time with you. Theres just something special about how you treated me and..... I just wanted to talk. Ill be up until 7 in the morning if you want to talk. Bye. If I don't hear from you I hope we are down for this afternoon after your run". I swear an angel is looking out for me. Without hesitation I called her. I concocted this amazing tale of how I got left at a bar by a friend and I was walking towards post and didn't think I was gonna make it in time. I should be nominated for a Golden Globe. Within minutes ever punctual she arrived and snatched me up. I remember the smile on her face and how happy she was. She looked at me and commented on how bad I smell. I said its the smell of shame. She began to laugh and I chuckled under my breath. A smile started to creep up and I knew I was going to be fine. I sat back and closed my eyes and was happy for the first time since this afternoon. "Daddy!!" In my haze I didn't notice the small being in the car-seat in the back. I couldn't budge after being called a name I had no business carrying. "This is my daughter". I could only utter "Oh".
My legs and lungs hadn't felt this raw since basic. Imagine no less then a couple thousand men and women shuffling in formation to the cadence of 1,2,3,4. It was a hell of my own making and 4 miles later when it was seen fit that I be punished for my transgressions, I received reprieve in the form of a hot shower. My mind and body began to heal in the cooling water. I felt like a sinner that had its sins washed away by the spray of righteousness and Irish Spring. I went about my day tired and in a haze at the mistake I almost made. I couldn't shake the thought that she came and snatched me up. She made an amazing impression. Yeah she had a kid so what its nothing I hadn't dealt with before. And even though my first meeting she called me daddy it was kinda cute. I started to picture a picket fence and the whole nine. It was a warm feeling that I could embrace. But I began to shake it off. What am I thinking I only fucked her once. You cant catch feelings after one time. Hell no. Im a pimp in my mother fucking prime. Damn am I sprung? Nah couldn't be. All the while I am having this inner monologue, I didn't notice Windy City and my boy from New Orleans roll up on me. "Rio, they need you in First Sergeants office ASAP." I asked was it anything wrong. "Nah, they just said to come to the motor pool and find you and bring you down". I asked why didn't they call my cell. "We did, get your shit off vibrate" I run down to the parking lot and hop in my boys white whip. Glancing down at my phone im thinking to myself how the hell did I miss this many calls. And why did I miss a call from back home? Probably nothing. Nawlins pushed it past 60 rolling pass the barracks and passing vehicles like he was in Le Mans. In no time we arrived at Battery HQ and strolled in with urgency. Without any hesitation I paced into First Sergeants office head held high prepared for anything. Whatever happens. "Rio..... We were just contacted by Red Cross......" I didn't know what to think. Looks like I wasn't seeing her tonight after all.
"Your stepmother passed away last night......."
Shit.
It felt like I had been walking for an hour. By this time I didnt see any signs of being followed by my rotund lover. I assume she chalked it up as a lost cause. All I can think is good because I was "lied" to. Shame and sweat rolled down my skin as I began my trek back to post. 0520. I was not making good time. I had an hour to make it back for morning formation. I picked up the pace every stride getting ever longer. But something was nagging me and I remembered the message I didnt check. So I slowed my stride and pressed the speaker button and tapped all four numbers. I pressed 1. "Hey Rio, I was thinking about you and im sitting up tonight with my sister watching her kids while she goes out. I just wanted to talk about yesterday and how much I enjoyed spending time with you. Theres just something special about how you treated me and..... I just wanted to talk. Ill be up until 7 in the morning if you want to talk. Bye. If I don't hear from you I hope we are down for this afternoon after your run". I swear an angel is looking out for me. Without hesitation I called her. I concocted this amazing tale of how I got left at a bar by a friend and I was walking towards post and didn't think I was gonna make it in time. I should be nominated for a Golden Globe. Within minutes ever punctual she arrived and snatched me up. I remember the smile on her face and how happy she was. She looked at me and commented on how bad I smell. I said its the smell of shame. She began to laugh and I chuckled under my breath. A smile started to creep up and I knew I was going to be fine. I sat back and closed my eyes and was happy for the first time since this afternoon. "Daddy!!" In my haze I didn't notice the small being in the car-seat in the back. I couldn't budge after being called a name I had no business carrying. "This is my daughter". I could only utter "Oh".
My legs and lungs hadn't felt this raw since basic. Imagine no less then a couple thousand men and women shuffling in formation to the cadence of 1,2,3,4. It was a hell of my own making and 4 miles later when it was seen fit that I be punished for my transgressions, I received reprieve in the form of a hot shower. My mind and body began to heal in the cooling water. I felt like a sinner that had its sins washed away by the spray of righteousness and Irish Spring. I went about my day tired and in a haze at the mistake I almost made. I couldn't shake the thought that she came and snatched me up. She made an amazing impression. Yeah she had a kid so what its nothing I hadn't dealt with before. And even though my first meeting she called me daddy it was kinda cute. I started to picture a picket fence and the whole nine. It was a warm feeling that I could embrace. But I began to shake it off. What am I thinking I only fucked her once. You cant catch feelings after one time. Hell no. Im a pimp in my mother fucking prime. Damn am I sprung? Nah couldn't be. All the while I am having this inner monologue, I didn't notice Windy City and my boy from New Orleans roll up on me. "Rio, they need you in First Sergeants office ASAP." I asked was it anything wrong. "Nah, they just said to come to the motor pool and find you and bring you down". I asked why didn't they call my cell. "We did, get your shit off vibrate" I run down to the parking lot and hop in my boys white whip. Glancing down at my phone im thinking to myself how the hell did I miss this many calls. And why did I miss a call from back home? Probably nothing. Nawlins pushed it past 60 rolling pass the barracks and passing vehicles like he was in Le Mans. In no time we arrived at Battery HQ and strolled in with urgency. Without any hesitation I paced into First Sergeants office head held high prepared for anything. Whatever happens. "Rio..... We were just contacted by Red Cross......" I didn't know what to think. Looks like I wasn't seeing her tonight after all.
"Your stepmother passed away last night......."
Shit.
ShipTheCheese
Member
Rio this is fucking amazing stuff. Can't wait for this to be continued.
Boss Riovane
Member
Thank you for the kind words. I dont want to derail the thread but I have 2 additional parts written and I thought about making a thread for it. Its things that happened about 10 years ago that led me to my departure from the military and how it shaped me. I was planning on trying to get it published but I lack the motivation. And maybe by having additional feed back I can somehow regain it.
I originally posted the story in one of the BCT OTs. But wouldnt mind putting it up for public consumption.
I originally posted the story in one of the BCT OTs. But wouldnt mind putting it up for public consumption.
Sikamikanico
#1 Dad
Okay, got a story for you I don't mind sharing. As I posted before, I know some people in real life on here, so while I do have more stories, I may not share all of them. (If I do, I'll PM them to Stormtrooper)
Anywho, back when I was 17 years old, a friend of mine called Chrissi lived with her parents on this huge plot of land, and she had like a trailer that we all lived and partied in at the weekends for fun. She was really cute, kinda short with long blonde hair, nice pert fits and a great arse.
Anywho, theres another gathering at the weekend like usual, and a bunch of us are getting drunk or high and just listening to music or watching old films. I've been flirting with this girl like crazy, and doing a pretty good job of it too.
Unfortunately, so has my mate Steve. Now, Steve was a strange guy, nice enough, if a little weird. He also had this twitch, where he'd kind of wink and turn his head at the same time. Anyway, its getting late, theres a bunch of people all crashing in the trailer, and me and this girl manage to have a duvet around us, and we're fooling around. At this point, as far as I'm concerned, I've won the night , and Chrissi is all mine. Everyone's asleep, so I hitch the duvet over my head and work my way between her thighs.
She was soaking, and she tasted fantastic. I'm down there working at it, her thighs clamped round my head and her moaning getting louder. I get her close and then come up for air.... and what do I see?
My mate Steve, who has decided that he did not lose the night and figured he's just gonna join the fuck in, and has his face planted on this girl, with his hands on her tits.
Now call me old fashioned, but crossing swords with another guy is just not my thing. No interest at all. Being still fully clothed, I was like "What the fuck?!?" and I just got up and went for a smoke.
She came running out after me, about a minutes later all apologies - she was just caught in the moment etc etc. I said to her I didn't have a problem with it, just that Steve really wasn't my type. She apologised, led me back in to the trailer house, and took me into the bathroom. Steve at this point, sheepish at being rejected, had left and gone home.
She took off the rest of her clothes, bent over and I fucked her from behind. Just as I was about to shoot, I pulled out and she jerked my load all over her face. It was everywhere.
She looked up at me, all covered in cum, barely able to open her eyes and just said "Apology accepted?"
Was quite a night!
Anywho, back when I was 17 years old, a friend of mine called Chrissi lived with her parents on this huge plot of land, and she had like a trailer that we all lived and partied in at the weekends for fun. She was really cute, kinda short with long blonde hair, nice pert fits and a great arse.
Anywho, theres another gathering at the weekend like usual, and a bunch of us are getting drunk or high and just listening to music or watching old films. I've been flirting with this girl like crazy, and doing a pretty good job of it too.
Unfortunately, so has my mate Steve. Now, Steve was a strange guy, nice enough, if a little weird. He also had this twitch, where he'd kind of wink and turn his head at the same time. Anyway, its getting late, theres a bunch of people all crashing in the trailer, and me and this girl manage to have a duvet around us, and we're fooling around. At this point, as far as I'm concerned, I've won the night , and Chrissi is all mine. Everyone's asleep, so I hitch the duvet over my head and work my way between her thighs.
She was soaking, and she tasted fantastic. I'm down there working at it, her thighs clamped round my head and her moaning getting louder. I get her close and then come up for air.... and what do I see?
My mate Steve, who has decided that he did not lose the night and figured he's just gonna join the fuck in, and has his face planted on this girl, with his hands on her tits.
Now call me old fashioned, but crossing swords with another guy is just not my thing. No interest at all. Being still fully clothed, I was like "What the fuck?!?" and I just got up and went for a smoke.
She came running out after me, about a minutes later all apologies - she was just caught in the moment etc etc. I said to her I didn't have a problem with it, just that Steve really wasn't my type. She apologised, led me back in to the trailer house, and took me into the bathroom. Steve at this point, sheepish at being rejected, had left and gone home.
She took off the rest of her clothes, bent over and I fucked her from behind. Just as I was about to shoot, I pulled out and she jerked my load all over her face. It was everywhere.
She looked up at me, all covered in cum, barely able to open her eyes and just said "Apology accepted?"
Was quite a night!
Well that's one way to finish and to accept an apology from someone. You did help her clean up after?
You can post it here it's still a single story so it's not really a derailment to me. Unless you would prefer it's own thread for undivided focus.
I've got no problems with that. If anyone else wants to PM me stuff I can post it in their steed as well.
Sikamikanico
#1 Dad
I did not...We were in the bathroom after all, so she just grabbed some tissue and sorted herself out.
Okay fair enough, I usually make the other person look presentable afterwards. It's easier with other girls for obvious reasons really it's far less messy.
Sikamikanico
#1 Dad
Never experienced a girl who climaxes like that, so I'll take your word for itDepends on the girl! Squirters are always messy.
NeoGeoOwner
Banned
...I just walked in on my cousin in the shower.
I had been in my own bathroom enjoying what was a routine dump when the toilet manages to clog itself. I'm used to the occasional clog and I can normally clear it up without incident. However, there was no plunger in this bathroom, so I cleaned up, closed the door, and went to go look for it. The plunger always seems to travel the house when I need it, and after searching all the rooms, I narrowed it down to my baby brother's.
I saw that the bathroom door was cracked with the lights off, so I entered the room and walked towards it. I noticed that the air was warm, but I figured nobody was there because my family and our guests had gone to church.
With that thought, I opened the door, and lo and behold there she was towel drying herself. I can see why the other guy stood there when he walked in on his sister-in-law, because I seriously could not move. My heart started beating incredibly fast and it completely incapacitated me. I'd instantly forgotten why I was there. All of my thoughts were replaced by the sight of glistening water droplets illuminated by sunlight from the bathroom window as they meandered down her body. What was in reality just a short moment felt like a lifetime before I managed to gather myself and form words. I don't remember exactly what I said in that moment because I was shaking too much to form a coherent sentence, but I'm pretty sure it was along the lines of "Uhhhhhh wrong room"
She had been using the sunlight from the window to light the room in place of the dull overhead lights, something I used to do when I had a bathroom with a window. I'm still shaking a little, but I did manage to properly explain myself afterwards.
I always wondered why my step mom put a transparent Mickey Mouse curtain in that room, but now I thank the good lord that she did.
EDIT: pic related
You should have gone for it. Come the fuck on Bro.
Yours,
Franck
I come home after work, tired as hell, to find my girl wearing nothing but a thong, one of my dress-shirts and black leather high heeled boots. She sees my tired face and knows what's up. She turns around and walks to the kitchen, making sure I have a good view of her ass. She tells me to sit on the couch, and I deserve some relaxation after a long hard day at work.
She comes back with a cold beer, hands it to me, drops to her knees, and removes my belt and unzips my pants. She pulls out my dick and starts sucking me off. I can feel my dick getting hard and I see her smile. She looks up with my dick in my mouth and it's a great sight to behold. She smiles a dirty smile, grabs the beer, takes a sip and starts blowing me again.
She stands up and the light of one of the wall-lights hits her chest so I can clearly see her tits through the shirt. She grabs the beer again and pours it in her mouth, spilling it over her neck, the shirt, her body...
She pulls her thong aside and sits on my lap, rubbing her wet clit against my throbbing member, pushing her beer-soaked tits in my face. I lick her clean, tasting that sweet mix of hops and body-sweat. She looks me dead in the eye and tells me to put that tongue to good use. She stands up and buries my face in her freshly shaven pussy. I eat that pussy like there's no tomorrow, and I can feel her juices running into my mouth. She grabs my hair and starts riding my face like a rodeo, while I simultaneously fingerfuck and lick her like my life depends on it.
I decide to go for the backdoor, using my pinky after I soaked it in her pussyjuice, using it as lube. I carefully enter her anus, expecting her to tell me to back down, since she doesn't like anal. All I hear is moans and giggles and the magic words: "use an extra finger." Soon enough, I have three fingers up there. After a while she turns around, steps down from the couch, puts some lube up her ass and on my dick and goes reverse cowgirl on me. At first she's really careful, but after a few minutes she's more comfortable and starts taking it harder and deeper, until she manages to drive my entire dick up her ass. She looks over her shoulder, smiles and goes to town. In some magic way she found a rythm that drove me near to orgasm, but just didn't by an inch. I beg her to make me cum, but she just smiles and says "no". After she finishes, she turns around, grabs the fingers I used on her ass, and tells me that if she's gonna do anal, she might just as well take it all the way. While my highly blood-deprived brain is still processing this information, not fully realizing what she meant, she's back down on her knees for some ATM, sucking my dick untill I finally explode in her mouth.
And then we made some lovely dinner.
She comes back with a cold beer, hands it to me, drops to her knees, and removes my belt and unzips my pants. She pulls out my dick and starts sucking me off. I can feel my dick getting hard and I see her smile. She looks up with my dick in my mouth and it's a great sight to behold. She smiles a dirty smile, grabs the beer, takes a sip and starts blowing me again.
She stands up and the light of one of the wall-lights hits her chest so I can clearly see her tits through the shirt. She grabs the beer again and pours it in her mouth, spilling it over her neck, the shirt, her body...
She pulls her thong aside and sits on my lap, rubbing her wet clit against my throbbing member, pushing her beer-soaked tits in my face. I lick her clean, tasting that sweet mix of hops and body-sweat. She looks me dead in the eye and tells me to put that tongue to good use. She stands up and buries my face in her freshly shaven pussy. I eat that pussy like there's no tomorrow, and I can feel her juices running into my mouth. She grabs my hair and starts riding my face like a rodeo, while I simultaneously fingerfuck and lick her like my life depends on it.
I decide to go for the backdoor, using my pinky after I soaked it in her pussyjuice, using it as lube. I carefully enter her anus, expecting her to tell me to back down, since she doesn't like anal. All I hear is moans and giggles and the magic words: "use an extra finger." Soon enough, I have three fingers up there. After a while she turns around, steps down from the couch, puts some lube up her ass and on my dick and goes reverse cowgirl on me. At first she's really careful, but after a few minutes she's more comfortable and starts taking it harder and deeper, until she manages to drive my entire dick up her ass. She looks over her shoulder, smiles and goes to town. In some magic way she found a rythm that drove me near to orgasm, but just didn't by an inch. I beg her to make me cum, but she just smiles and says "no". After she finishes, she turns around, grabs the fingers I used on her ass, and tells me that if she's gonna do anal, she might just as well take it all the way. While my highly blood-deprived brain is still processing this information, not fully realizing what she meant, she's back down on her knees for some ATM, sucking my dick untill I finally explode in her mouth.
And then we made some lovely dinner.
PflargBlarg
Member
I suppose it's an idea, although if you're going to be fucking in a room the whole time, why go to a beach front hotel?
And Stormtrooper, I totally thought the door was locked
I was trying it out afterwards though and I'm not even convinced that that door is actually able to lock.
JustHadToJoin
Member
I thought Riovane was being a little extra at first, but I ended up enjoying this mini novel. bring on parts four and five, and insert more gems like this
Well that's hilarious then lol.And Stormtrooper, I totally thought the door was locked
I was trying it out afterwards though and I'm not even convinced that that door is actually able to lock.
Well now who is ready for another story this is one of the anonymous stories that was PM'd (I've made it paragraphs to make it easy on the eyes) to me to share and I must say it's good:
The company I work for moved into new offices about 2.5 years ago. Its a big open-plan place and we share the floor with several other organisations. I noticed a woman about my age not far from where I sat, but Im pretty shy and initially we were just polite and said our hellos. I was instantly attracted to her and after a while we both plucked up the courage to start talking to one another, quickly becoming good friends (spending lunchtime together, sending jokey/flirty emails etc).
She was in a band and invited me along to see them, and afterwards I met the manager and basically I ended up joining the group as a backing singer. Not something Id ever done before or considered, but Ive got a reasonable singing voice, I enjoyed it and it had been years since I had a hobby. Anyway, practice was one night a week and we had lots of local gigs, but during a weekend away was when we got really close. We left the others in our hotel while we went for a walk to find a quieter place where we could talk and have a bit more privacy.
I didnt have much to drink, although she got pretty wasted and told me shed had quite a few lovers and been unfaithful in previous relationships, but never cheated on her husband. Anyway, we went back to the hotel at about 2am I think, but we stayed downstairs in the bar area (which had now closed) talking until about 4am. When we went upstairs and we were parting ways to go to our rooms we had a hug and I tried to kiss her, but she backed away and said dont. I felt like a bit of an idiot and thought Id completely misread the situation, but immediately after were texting each other from bed and she sends me a message saying maybe shed made a mistake in pushing me away. I was too damn tired to do anything about it at this point and we were heading home that afternoon, but I had the following Monday off work and convinced her to find an excuse to leave work early and come over.
We were texting each other like crazy the night before and she basically tells me shes a goddamn nympho who loves cock. She says she loves to suck cock, is very open minded and will try anything. I tell her I love giving head too, but sadly shes not into that (to which I think WTF?! Thats my secret weapon!). We had text sex that night, and I was getting really goddamn excited for the following day, but she starts getting upset over the prospect of cheating on her husband, so I promise that we wont have sex but convince her to come over so we can spend some time together alone. Im disappointed that I wont get to fuck her, but still excited all the same.
So anyway, the following afternoon she comes over and we sit on the sofa and start to talk. I edge closer and closer towards her as shes talking, and we both know whats gonna happen, I then I start to kiss her and lick her, feeling her body (she was quite a big girl, but she had lovely curves and a fantastic arse) and pulling her onto my boner. I lie back and, fully clothed, she starts to ride me. She tells me my cock is rubbing against her clit, and I start thrusting up at her, our hips in time as I pull on her waist and grab at her tits. After a couple of minutes she leans her head back and digs her nails into the back of my hands as she comes, her body shuddering before she collapses on me. She had to leave pretty soon after, but were both elated, feel like horny teens running around behind everyones backs and I've basically got a permanent erection which I get whenever I think of or see her.
A couple of nights later I have to go to the supermarket for a huge shop, and her husband was away on business, so I swing by her place under pretense to my wife that the supermarket is crazily busy (this is like 10pm at night and my wife often goes to bed early). As soon as I knock on the door and she answers we embrace and go straight to the living room sofa. Shes wearing a dress and I immediately start to finger her, pulling off her knickers and rubbing circles around her clit. She comes really quickly and then takes her clothes off before pulling out my cock and slowly wanking me while we kiss, rubbing my pre-come all over her hand.
I lie her down on the sofa and start to kiss her and gently bite her tits as I finger her some more, slipping two fingers inside her wet pussy and rubbing my thumb on her clit. She leans over sideways and sucks the end of my cock as I do this, but I want her to lie back and relax while I pay her some attention. I continue to do this for a while as she lies back with her eyes closed and her breathing shortening, but soon she starts to moan (pretty loud and Im concerned one of her neighbors will hear) and her chest and face turn all red. I continue to play with her lovely bouncy breasts and I direct my cock to her hand, and she starts to wank me again as I rub my helmet over her right nipple. I ask if shes close to coming and between breaths she says Close? What do you think I've been doing for the last ten minutes?!, and with this Im pretty pleased with myself as I dont think I've ever given a woman a multiple orgasm before.
After a while shes finished and she makes me lie back on the sofa as she pulls my jeans off, unbuttons my shirt and takes me in her mouth. It was the most amazing blowjob I've ever had! She mainly focused on my helmet which I like, and she worked my shaft and balls with her other hand which I also really like. She kept stopping once in a while to take a drink and when she started sucking again it felt amazing because it was cold and soaking. She was a goddamn expert at it, and gave me only the second time I've had an orgasm from a blowjob. I was so excited from all these days of flirting and fooling around and perpetual horniness that my orgasm was fucking gigantic, and there was so much sperm she had to run to the sink and spit it out. I just lay there, fucking exhausted, and she came back in, looking great in the nude, and we both had a laugh and a kiss and cuddle. Though it felt a bit wrong to just leave, I had to get back as my alibi was limited, and I ran around that supermarket faster than I ever have done before.
Sadly, that was the first and last time we ever had a proper sexual liaison. I fingered her in one of the store cupboards at work once and she did come, but although it was fun it wasn't completely satisfying as I wanted a proper fool around. She also gave me a blowjob in that same cupboard another time, but we had to cut it short as we heard someone approaching down the hallway, and I just about had time to put myself away, climb up a ladder and pretend to be checking in some boxes when they came in. I dont know if they noticed my red face though!
We did a thing for a while where I would send her dirty stories when she was at presentations or meetings, and one time she fingered herself under the desk while reading a story about the two of us fucking. I was quite explicit and loved writing them, although I couldn't keep them as I didn't want to leave anything for my wife to find. And then, we kind of just called it off. She felt guilty about cheating on her husband and they were supposed to be trying to start a family, and although my wife and I had been going through a rough patch I needed to make it work because I love my kids too much. Were still friends and we continued to be really flirty for a while (we were on/off for a bit) but we never recaptured that flame, the passion of that crazy week where I felt like a 16 year old with his first girlfriend. I quit the band soon after to focus on my family, and I still see her in work and were still friends, but not as close as before. Im kind of regretful I never got to screw her because I think she would have been a great lay, but sometimes I also feel like a shit and again think how torn Id be if I only had partial access to my kids.
It was also damn hard work, all that running around and lying and hiding shirts because they smelt of another woman. I just dont think Im cut out to have affairs.
It's pretty awesome. Little else will make you feel as accomplished in bed than a girl who squirts like crazy when she cums. Definitely worth the mess, IMO.
I like the loud ones personally, lets me know she's enjoying it.
Junot, is that you?
Boss Riovane
Member
Who??
NinjaBoiX
Member
He's an author apparently. I googled it, took like 2 seconds.
Your story is quite entertaining and well written, but there isn't a whole lot about the sex! It's basically an autobiographical tale about some shenanigans you get up to in the military. Nothing wrong with that, it's a good read, but it seems a little off-topic.
Just sayin'...
Your story is quite entertaining and well written, but there isn't a whole lot about the sex! It's basically an autobiographical tale about some shenanigans you get up to in the military. Nothing wrong with that, it's a good read, but it seems a little off-topic.
Just sayin'...
DUFFMCWALIN
Member
Squirters are definitely the best. My number 1 fetish.
Cow Mengde
Banned
...I just walked in on my cousin in the shower.
I had been in my own bathroom enjoying what was a routine dump when the toilet manages to clog itself. I'm used to the occasional clog and I can normally clear it up without incident. However, there was no plunger in this bathroom, so I cleaned up, closed the door, and went to go look for it. The plunger always seems to travel the house when I need it, and after searching all the rooms, I narrowed it down to my baby brother's.
I saw that the bathroom door was cracked with the lights off, so I entered the room and walked towards it. I noticed that the air was warm, but I figured nobody was there because my family and our guests had gone to church.
With that thought, I opened the door, and lo and behold there she was towel drying herself. I can see why the other guy stood there when he walked in on his sister-in-law, because I seriously could not move. My heart started beating incredibly fast and it completely incapacitated me. I'd instantly forgotten why I was there. All of my thoughts were replaced by the sight of glistening water droplets illuminated by sunlight from the bathroom window as they meandered down her body. What was in reality just a short moment felt like a lifetime before I managed to gather myself and form words. I don't remember exactly what I said in that moment because I was shaking too much to form a coherent sentence, but I'm pretty sure it was along the lines of "Uhhhhhh wrong room"
She had been using the sunlight from the window to light the room in place of the dull overhead lights, something I used to do when I had a bathroom with a window. I'm still shaking a little, but I did manage to properly explain myself afterwards.
I always wondered why my step mom put a transparent Mickey Mouse curtain in that room, but now I thank the good lord that she did.
EDIT: pic related
I'm calling bullshit on this. The toilet is clogged and you're looking for a plunger to unclog it. Does she not smell the stench? Who would bath in a room that reeks of someone's shit?
kidtamagotchi
Member
Man, that is HOT!
Twilight Gap
Member
um... two different bathrooms? i was in the basement two storeys below and went to look in the other bathrooms for one.
tried to distinguish the two in the first paragraph
Cow Mengde
Banned
Should have been more specific.
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