Whats Yer Name

 

 

So I’m hanging out at my favorite watering hole with Tokyo Rose,  I’m noticing a chubby but well dressed  Blondie who’s been frequenting the establishment is there again, alone. She’s an older version of Monica Keela, with an ass as wide as Isla Fisher’s or Eva Mendes’s. She always got a quick smile, displaying perfect white teeth for me when we catch eyes, sometimes accompanied with a wave. This has gone on for about 3 weeks now,  so… OK… she’s not a private investigator. Oh yeah, thats one of the 1st things that come to mind when a wench is over friendly, remember the escapade with the judge. That being said it’s time to find out what her dealeo is.

So as I roll in there the next nite solo and sit next 2 her. The first thing I notice is, besides the face she wearing wrist cuffs as bracelets that match the color her her nails is…  Crikey!” she’s got a huge set of twins. I’m morphing into that crocodile hunter guy, it’s like i’m hiding in the bush watching  the beauty of the wild. These are humungous chest puppies that obviously  like to take walks in the lights of the nite. Bold and beautiful, unabashed and unafraid of scrutiny. These magnificent creatures dare to be denied of air and freedom. Look at them strain against the fabric that attempts to control them.  Pespiring in an erotic wildness with each breath. ‘these things could kill me in three seconds if they really wanted to!’  She had pretended  I wasn’t there so far, so now to return to my usual sex preditor self.  I gave her another glance over. This was a platinum type blondie, the type that used alot of hairspray. The tits were boosted up and hanging out of tight  button down (but barely buttoned) white shirt.  The shirt was tucked into a tight black skirt that showed sum serious tan lines and nice shaped legs. she looked early thirties and oozed the need to get fucked. This was one cougar that surprisingly looked better close up than she did across the bar. I opened the door by introducing myself  and she jumped through the door. So now we’re talking and drinking like old friends, drinking and talking and not once does she mention Tokyo Rose. I grab and fondle her as I talk, and she’s kool all with that. This bitch wants sex in the worst way. I mean she’s telling me what she does for a living, I tell her nothing. She’s gabbing on and on, trying to impress me with her sports IQ, blah, blah, blah. I thought about just taking her outside and getting it over with but by now she was buying the drinks.

Finally it’s the end of the night, closing time and now were outside. I walk her to her car and get in, tell her to drive me to mine. But y’kno as soon as I’m in the car I’m pulling my cock out and next thing ya know she’s slobbing on the knob. Her cars and SUV with plenty of room. she positions herself on her knees in front of me and is making those beeeyootiful  slurping noises like a pig at a slop feed. She has her skirt up around her waist by now, and her thong to the side so shee can abuse her pussy as she sucks cock, and she’s sucking like  she’s under water and my cock is an oxygen tank. I grab her by those aqua net locks and face fuck her. God i love the sound of a whore speaking in tongues with my cock. It’s so primal. I recline my seat all the way. Pull blondie up and position her into the seat.  I notice the thong is already off and lying across the shifter console. heck, there’s no sand inher gears. I throw the cock up in her nice and deep. Soon I’m pumping this marshmallow likes she a heavy bag, and she just grunts with every pile drive, legs locked behind me. I have her pinned down, pulling the back of her head, calling her a fucking bitch, and she’s just grunting. Then there’s a gurgling noise in her throat, and I’m not even choking her. To bad Chris Brown didn’t know what he was doing. He could of bitch smacked that klingon whore Rihanna and made her cum at the same time. Now he’s up on charge and being made to be a bad dude. haaaa haaahaaa. Nice guys finish last. But thats for another story. Unbelievably, she’s pulling her head toward me,  away from my grip, hard so that theres even more pressure being applied. Her face has become contorted and thethe gurgling in her throat has mutated into a mantra. “I’m coming… I”m coming…I’m coming ”  Yeah, that was cool, but then her voice got deeper like a mans and she pulled her head even harder against my grip. She wasn’t even looking human. As the Crocodile Hunter would say. “This ones a ripper’.  Battering her with cock was turning her into a monster. Well, what the fuck, I might as well turn it up a notch. With my free hand I put a choke hold on her, I was also doing it out of neccesitty  because her strength of pulling away was over powering my gip on the back of her head.. I drove the stake in a little bit deeper and harder and degeneratly spit in her twisted face. That took her over the edge. Her tongue curled up trying to lick at the spittle the inching down her face.  Then her legs unlocked from behind me and kicked straight out, yep, Mt. Vesuvius is about to blow. Her head is now pulling so hard against my grip I’m afraid her hair gonna come out.  She screams like a soon to be victim in a horror movie and erupts. yeah, i mean ERUPTs. there was cum/piss or whatever spewing every goddamn where. Even a harden whore mongerer like me was in awe. It was a fucking Yellowstone park geyser. I stopped moving as liquid hit the windows, windshield and roof of the SUV.  Her body was jerking like a fish on a a hook, slapping and grinding into me. I watched agog at the naked bestiality of nature in full exhibition.

When she finally stopped I rolled off of her into the drivers seat, dripping from the drenching and stuffed my cocked back into my pants. Blondie resembled a wet noodle plastered to a wall. She was panting forcefully and her body had taken on the contour of the car seat. I think we both got more than we expected. Well…. I know I damn sure had. I started her car, and slowly drove across the parking lot to mine. I was taking my time cuz I didn’t want to make sure no one was around when I got out. This type of shit would be hard to explain. What???? i went swimming at low tide in the middle of the night? When I reached my car and looked at her I saw she was still pasted to the seat, herhands gripping the armrest and door handle. I grabbed her by her tresses and pulled her head ova to me, gave her soft whack upside the head. “Thanx baby but I’ve got to go” She stared into my eyes imploringly and asked “Are you mad at me. I’m sorry I made a mess. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to” -then she started crying- ”I mean, this has never happened to me B4. I’m really sorry” I opened up the door, looking to make sure no one else was around, and stepped out. “Don’t worry about it, yer the one who has to clean it up. Now remember when u see me here with the Japanese girl, kno yer place now, act like nothing ever happened, got it!” She nodded. “I won’t, I not some crazy bitch, you’ll see.” she said. I was about to say goodbye when it dawned on me “By the way whats yer name?” I asked. before she could answered I had thought better of it.  Nah.. don’t tell me. Lets keep it a mystery 4 now, it’ll keep things interesting”  With that I closed the door, started up my whip and drove away. So things are better left unsaid.

A Happy Ending

Question: Whats the difference between Kelly Rutherford ,Carly Smithson,  Mira Sorvino and Mickey Rourke.

Answer: Though they are all camera whores. Mickey is the only one to have plastic surgery

 

On Monday I was at a strangers house boning his wife. so what else is new RIGHT. Yeah, I know it sounds trifling, but the “hows yer wife and my kids’ joke doesn’t apply here. I met the couple online and after a few emails. Voila. I get a RSVP to a personal party and i don’t have to bring my own beer. So on the appointed date at the appointed time I walked into this hoity-toity mansion in Brookline where there was Joan Baez music playing. Talk about passe. The husband that let me in and had set it up was as giddy as a school boy displaying his 1st girlfriend to his best friend. His hair was gray  but he was in shape, not some slob. While passing the stairs that led up,  he yelled. “Honey… U have company.” Then asks me what I would like to drink. Hey, well since yer asking. “Jack Daniels and coke, on ice”. The music, the atmosphere has got me wondering.??? Was his hair gray in the pics he sent, I can’t remember. What the fuck does honey look really look like? In the pics she struck me as a short brown haired, blue eyed 30 ish looking vivacious slut. But now I’m having visions of that her with gray hair and wrinkles creases in her butt. this could get ugly.  Me and the hubby are now sitting in the kitchen going thru the  Q and A time. How many times have I done this before?   Do I mind if the husband gets involve? Can we make this a regular thing? blah, blah blah. Just as I’m thinking of an excuse to go to my car, “Honey”‘ comes slinking down the stairs. She’s about 5″7′, but she’s wearing 6 in red hooker shoes. She has a nice tight ass with a red and black thong on it and a matching bustier that was filled out by some huge natural tits. Her face wasn’t bad, heck, she resembled and mature Missy Monroe  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Missy_Monroe  and looked just as nasty. She got down on all fours and crawled over to me, entwining herself around my leg and nuzzling her head in my crotch. The hubby just looked at me, then asked. “Wouldja like another Jack and Coke”. I looked down at my empty glass and smiled. “Fill er up”

Bump and Grind      {  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fvimAwIuq-Q  }

We go upstairs to 3rd floor  (the are 4 floors to this Brownstone) to a more than spacious  bedroom decor-ed in green. High piled dark green carpet. Over sized plush dark  green leather love seat and chair that were on each side of the bed.  The wall paper was lime green with silver lines vertically running though it. But the King sized Cherrywood colored sleighbed was the attraction of the room. Not only was it was ginormous, the mattress had to be about 3ft off the ground. I strolled over to the chair and sat to survey they room. Checking the Bose music system that was pushing out Bump and Grind by R. Kelly. The cherrywood bureau and nightstands. This place was like old money bought by new. Hubby brings in the money, and I bring the cock. Honey gets down on her knees in front of me, servant like fashion, and starts taking my shoes off, swaying her body to the music. She then unfastens my pants using only her mouth, which takes a hell of alot of skill and diligence,  and pretty soon has my  appendage in her mouth making gurgling noises. The hubby is (appropriately) kissing her ass. Really, I’m not kidding. He was fondling and kissing her ass. That might be a metaphor for the marriage, but… that’s not ny problem.  After a while I grab the itch by the hair and start rocking her cranium rhythmically on my cock.. Now she’s coughing and choking inbetween making the uga-uga sound. Hubby is still kissing ass. Honey has a small mouth, so she’s not the best cocksucker and I’m getting bored. So I wrap by hands around her head, and pull her totally airtight on my cock.  After about 10-15 seconds I let her go, she sucks air with a whoosh, and falls ova on the floor, face pink, legs shaking, near death but in eecstasy.  ”Wow! Oh my God, that was such a rush”  “I figured u might like that. She looked up, eyes glazed and pleading “Will you please do that 2 me again…. please” She’s squeezing her legs together as she pleads. I look over to hubby, he’s nodding his head yes with a maniacal smile. “But of course baby” I answered.  I pull her up by the head, and shove it back on the pole. Holding her on it till she convulses, before pushing her off so she can breathe. The hubby meanwhile has inched in behind her and is now feeding her  sausidge. Yeah, she’s a 2 gappernow. This is the way swinging is meant 2 b, fun for everyone.  I get up and grab Honey by the hair and walk her on her hands and knees to the bed. I lay on it and have her riding it cowgirl style. She had a small pussy and she was fucking abusing it on my cock. I was hitting the back of it with regularity and every time I did she grunted a groan. Then I pulled her down on the cock hard and held her. She slammed them big tits with nickle sized nipples down on my chest, became rigid and started a slow, hard grind on my cock. She started a low wail that got more intense with every second. I’m looking at hubby who is just standing at the side of the bed, jerking his 4in cock off with an amused smile. After about 10 seconds, she came. The wail abated, her body became jelly and her pussy spasmed her legs intermittedly.  I take a look at her face and she’s drooling. Jeez. My cock is still hard up in her, when hubby comes over, throws his cock into her mouth and she begins to sucked on it like a pacifier. She suckled on his cock  she slowly began to humped on mine. I’m thinking, Life sure is strange. Fun but strange

Same As It Ever Was      {  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EYbUCvz1LYE   }

At some point I’ decided I had enough of being on the bottom. I needed to stretch my limbs. “Hey guys, I’m thirsty, what kind of beer do we got” Hubby names off about five. I select Corona. When he pulled his cock out of her mouth it sounded like he was closing a tupperware bowl. It make that pop noise. “Honey go get us some beers”.  She sat up and as she disengaged herself from my cock she fell off the bed, BOOM, onto the floor. Like I had said it was a long way down, luckily she landed on her head. . She jumped up with this crazed smile on her face. “That’ll wake a girl up. You guys want beer rite? I’ll be right back”  When she left the room, hubby started telling me how much he liked the way I was handling her.  The rougher the better. He bragged that last month she took on six guys in a gang bang, and made em all cum. Yep, she was a real whore. Honey brought the ice cold beers back with a wicked smile. She sauntered into the room holding them over her head, handed them to us individuallyand then began to suck cock as he and I sat on the bed drinking and talking like old friends. Pretty soon she had manage to sit on and slip my cock into her as she sucked his. Heeheeehee. This bitch is good. I positioned her doggy style and start drilling the whore.  she loves it. I grab the back of her hair for better leverage. she loves it even more. I set upon her with a new ferocity, I fucked her from the back, front, sideways and beyond, with the hubby smiling his approval. I treated her like the piece of shit whore that she was, calling her names and slapping her ass bright red. She just moaned and grunted with pleasure. We pounded and savage the whore  for about forty-five minutes till she could not longer move, she was just a piece of meat getting fucked.  At the end, I’m on the bed, lying on my left side while  she’s blowing me . Hubby is on  the other side of her jerking his cock in her face. Honey is groaning and begging 4 cum. So I start to pop in her face, and when I started popping, hubby also popped. He popped a load in her face with such force, some of it bounced off, and spattered me also. Nothing like a happy ending. Jeez. I pushed his panting sperm smeared wife away from me (her eyes are pasted and closed) so I could towel off. It was comical. Both he and I were getting dressed while taking glances ova at her and laughing. I know it was sophomoric of us. but it was so funny. She looked like a retard with her eyes glued shut and a smile on her face. She kept asking us a towel and we kept laughing at her, drinking our beers and getting dressed, then she would start laughing. We proved that there’s always a lil girl  and boy and all of us. Just when you thought it was gone. Like something you thought would happens once in a lifetime, because dailey life has been ground down by money problems, societal ills and/or the horror of reality. That lil kid peeks its head back around the corner and emerges. They are still inside of us, Same as they ever were. Then there you are, giggling like lil kid at something so innocent and stupid that no grownup could understand. Priceless. As I was leaving the bedroom wifey waved and shouted “goodbye” with her eyes still glued shut and that goofy smile punctuated by jizz dripping from her chin. She was in heaven, and well….I didn’t feel 2 badly myself. I made friends, got free beer, ravaged a slit that didn’t belong to me, and left her with a guy who’s pledged to support her as love as he shall live. Haaahaaahaaa. Life is the sum of all of one parts. Go figure.

A Nu Sensation

Jennifer Love Hewitt ,Kara DioGuardi ,Kelly Clarkson ,Mariska Hargitay

all wish I was tagging their ass like I’m taggin  this one

 

 

 

Girls Dem Sugar  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-lmDbbvv0-Q

Deidre. I re-met her at the high school reunion. Nice tall Blondie jewish girl, now a married woman with two kidlets. I hadn’t seen her for 20 years, but she hadn’t changed much… physically. Her narrow equine face had a pronounced snout offset by piercing blue eyes and thin lips. Her slender body was now enhanced by a healthy set of tits that didn’t appear 2 have much sag on them. She had picked up a couple of inches in the waist, and found and ass somewhere along the line. Not a bad looking package for a 40 year old. Mentally, well that’s a whole nother thang. Deidre had changed a whole lot. I remember her as a shy, quiet girl, who like to chew the eraser of her pencil. A reserved girl that avoided eye contact, wouldn’t say anything unless you spoke to her, and even then kept her talking to a minimum. Our senior year I had pushed a kiss on her in science class when we were there early and all alone and she had crashed to the floor. When I went to pick her up and she bolted away. Heck, I think that meant she wasn’t feeling me. So it was left at that. I was drinking martinis and talking with Shaina, another busty blond Classmate, and a state judge, before Deidre set upon me. Shaina and I had succumb to a lil fling at the last reunion that ended badly after her then lawyer husband hired private detectives to follow her one evening. That night we met at an airport hotel bar, as she plan to leave the following morning on vacation to visit her sister, and were downing shots of expensive single malt scotch. We were in each others arms, groping, kissing and clinging, unaware that pictures were being taken. If the night at the hotel bar was good, the night in the hotel room went even better We had another couple join us in playing out some carnal fantasies. i.e- girl on girl action, and me dominating another male to do our bidding. We raped his wife in front of him, then had him sucking cock and eating pussy while getting spanked. Yup, all was good with the world. The next day as she boarded a plane to visit her sister, hubby text her with pictures taken at the bar from the night before. BUSTED. Shaina had a lousy week long vacation. She became numb and despondent that he was threatening to leak that a very popular white judge, married with two kids was having an affair with a “black” man unless his demands were met. She called me like every friggin day crying, and every day I logically reassured her the guy was totally bluffing. I mean, break it down, it’s total bullshit. The guy is a prominent lawyer. The last thing he wants or needs is a stain on his reputation that some ‘black’ guy was stone cold boning his adorable wife like a two bit whore. If details were to come out that her sedition which had been ongoing for about a year, included swingers clubs and orgies, he’d be bankrupt professionally.. done, finis. In other words, he’s not going to leak shizznit. He had more to lose. Finally it got through to her. Also I had to lie/promise to stick with her through the mess. Armed with that knowledge Shaina returned home with a misappropriated but workable vengeance. By re-bluffing that she didn’t care if he went public because she wanted the affair out in the open to clear her conscience (yeah, as if any woman has one), he put his tail between his legs and pleaded Nolo Contendere to a divorce, and she got the house, the kids, the cars, the dog and all his dreams. So Shaina and I were amidst a plethora of laughter as we reminisced over the pain and the pleasures when Deidra appeared on our horizon introducing herself with an inviting smile. Girls, dem sugar

Long Cool Woman   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c5Fq2SCxNP4

She was wearing a long sleek black dress, that hung low and deviously tempted one to to take a good look at that more than ample bosom. The fabric of the dress was enticingly strained thin in that area. As we exchanged greetings and remembrances I noticed a sparking in those deep blue eyes and the biting of her lower lip in between sentences when she looked at me. There was also a sheen of dampness over her upper lip. The girl was fiending for my cock after only an hour into the reunion and that was goving me a woody. That kiss way back when, when she ran out of the room. Maybe I interpreted it wrong. Maybe she was just young then, and it floored her. It looked like she had been waiting a long time for this rendezvous. Shaina could tell what was going on and shot me quizzical glances in between half smiles. When one wasn’t staring at the bulge in my pants, the other was. Keeping the pretense of conviviality up, they summarized their life’s journeys, kids and all, with Shaina thankfully leaving me out of hers. Shaina looked at me and raised her empty glass, so I offered to get all of us drinks. I smacked Deidre on the ass, commenting “looking good back there babes” and headed for the bar. I was at the bar with my wing man T-Lock who I had come to the party with, discussing the possibilities. T-Lock is a heavily muscled bouncer who has worked the Boston scene for over ten years, he’s seen and been involved in every sexual hookup possible, it comes with the territory. A situation was developing where there were two girls and one of me. Shaina might block the Deidre action if not handled right. We were discussing probable scenarios with the two blondes when Deidre showed up, solo. “I didn’t know if you knew what I like to drink, so I thought i better come over” she said. yeah, sure… the girl moves quick that’s for sure. I reacquainted her with T-Lock, heck we had all been in the same grade since our freshman year and graduated together. I looked around to see what had happen to Shaina and found that some classmate of ours, still a dork after 20 years, was making a run at her. Knowing how dorks go on and on about nothing, time was now a luxury.  I pointed out the heftiness of Deidre’s breasts to TLock and informed her that from now on I was going to call her double D or just DD. T-Lock laughed, DD smiled while biting her lower lip staring at me. T-Lock picked up on that, gave me a wink. He grabbed the drink that was for Shaina and said “Hey DD, where didja leave Shaney, cuz me and her have something important to discuss.” Dee pointed in to crowd somewhere and with that he was gone. During the small talk that ensued I pushed up on DD pretending to look at her eyes. The space between us was less than a inch, and I could sense her melting right in front of me. Then appropriately the band began to play a slow song, so I took her on the dance floor to grind. The reunion was being held at a Sheraton so of course the ballroom dance floor was huge with those big hypnotizing chandeliers. Shaina and T-Lock were already put there, the plan was working to perfection. Of course, that was a given because I had made Shaina’s drink a double, and she’s a fast drunk. During the dance I reached underneath DD hair to the back of head and pulled, she went breathless and limp against my body. I held the pull for a moment or two, then release. She gave a low moan and pushed her head into my chest. PAYDIRT. After the song we all met back up at the bar, and Shaina was using T-Lock’s arm for support, looking spacey and laughing at everything like she had ingested other drugs beside alcohol. It’s a fact that judges love to party. T-Lock said he was going outside to smoke a cigar grabbing Shainas arm, she stood her ground and turn to me. “Aren’t you guys coming” “Oh, yeah, i need a cigarette myself when I drink. I’m just gonna order another round for us all, we’ll bring it out to you.” Satisfied with that answer, she smiled and trotted away. I looked around the room as I finished my drink, just to make sure I had the best looking whore in the room. Satisfied that I did. Then I smacked Dee on the ass and said “c’mon”.

One of my kind   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nZhHph4IOkc
We went out of the ball room, to the elevators. “I thought you wanted 2 go outside”? she asked. “Nah, babe, that was just to throw any nosey people off. You and me have a connection. You should have known exactly where we going.” I said. She laughed, “I knew you were one of my kind the minute I saw you tonight. I know Shaina wants you. But I don’t care a bit” She had told me she had a room there because she had traveled all the way from Florida. That was her excuse as to why she hadn’t come to any of the other reunions previous to now. In the elevator on the way up to her room, I reached to the back of her head and pulled again, She moaned and spread her legs. I soft smacked her across the face and her eyes flashed open. She reached down and began carressing my cock.I lightly slapped her again then gave her head a yank. Her pussy farted, she had wet herself. The elevator slowed as we reach her floor, I propped her up and she straighten her dress. Some of our classmates were getting on as we were getting off, all of us grinned while thinking lascivious thoughts of what the other was or was about to be doing. There was a small alcove adjacent to the elevator shaft. I pulled her into it. I reached between her legs to check my suspicion and sure enough, she had wet herself. I pulled out my cock, and pushed her down on her knees. She looked up at me, pseudo resisting, I slapped her harder this time and pulled her by the hair onto my cock. She went at it like a pig going after slop. Others were walking to and from the elevators, she didn’t stop. I reached up and disconnected the fluorescent light. It pays to be 6’5″. DD never stopped, she was paying homage to cock. She handled being on her knees so well one might have thought she was a good catholic girl. I started face fucking her. She gagged and went limp. My right foot, which was between her legs felt a warm liquid flow into the shoe. JeeeZus, I have a certified masochistic squirting whore. I pulled DD up, she licked her lips as I forced a kiss on her. I grabbed her hand. “Lets go” She led me to her room, once inside, she put the key down, and stood in front of the bed arms down, defenseless. I walked over to her while pulling my cock out, an evil smile on my face. I slapped her while staring into her eyes, then again with the back of my hand, she went limp and fell onto the bed. I reached under her dress and pulled her panty hose off. There was a glazed look to her, she was in the erotic exotic zone. I pulled her by the hair, positioning her doggy style, with her ass facing me. “Pull yer fucking cheeks open” she didn’t move. I slapped her ass hard. “reach behind you and pull yer fucking ass cheeks open” she dug her head into the bed for balance, reached them long arms back and peeled that ass back, nice and wide. That cunt was dripping, and the bouoyant bouquet of urine waft through the air. I lined the hole up, then rammed it in, slapping her ass every 3-4 strokes, she grunted like a pig. Her cunt exploded with cum every time i gave a hard thrust and reached the back of it. Pretty soon the whole back of her was glistening with wetness. I grabbed the back of her head and pull it toward me, this forced her to go limp. I then pulled my cock out her pussy and positioned it to go in her ass. She tried to resist a bit, removing her hands from her ass, so I pulled on her head harder. “Open that fucking ass bitch”She gasped, reached back and gaped it. As I pushed the cock in her ass, I pulled her hair to paralyze her. Within ten strokes I had the whole cock in. “Where’s my fuckin cock DD, where’s that fuckin cock” she was gurgling something unintelligible until I released her head a bit. “It’s in my ass, OMG, it’s deep in my ass”, Yeah it’s in yer ass you fucking whore, and you love it doncha” “Oh god I luv it, I luv how yer fuckin me, treating me like such a whore” I fucked her ass hard, while slapping it red until I came in it. There she was, ass up, face down, toes curled. Cum dripping out of her asshole. Her blond hair tousled over her face and her that long black dress cinched up to her waist. I stuffed my cock back in my pants, and zipped them up.  “I’ll meet you back at the bar, and like, (I gave her ass a parting shot) hurry the fuck up eh” . I turn to walk away, and as I did I could see a smile under that blonde hair. She didn’t move at all, transformed into another person and transfixed into another dimesion.  Crazy bitch.

Dude http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8nkTiXkUC3U

Something about the whole freaky shebang was getting me spiked again.  I’m just that kind of dude…WICKED. Getting laid just makes me want more and more. As I walked out the door, I couldn’t help hoping that T-Lock was finished banging Shaina. As I was getting a serious hankering for her now. Jeez, I’m so debauched, it’s in my mind that if I could just find the room, heck I could join in. Haahaaahaaa. Even better was knowing that Shaina would love being shagged by the both of us. It’s what she loves, it’s what she craves. I left DD’s room, searching for Shaina’s. But thats another story

Utopia is Cumming

Well it’s soon to be inauguration day day. There’s a new Presidente name Barak Obama.  A sepia charlatan of, what else, the democrat persuasion. Change, progessivism, hope. Same ol shit they been promising since the 70′s and 30 years later it looks worse than before. Yeah, there”ll be talk of this, there’ll be talk of that. One thang the demorats are sure to implement is BIGGER government, from which they can benefit. People are sheeple. Socialism is a crackpipe dream, and there are alot of people in this country smoking from that pipe. Liberalism/Socialism is for little kids and women. Its like the thought that someone else is supposed to watch ova me. Protect me from me, Y’kno… big daddy government. Its for lazy people who can’t think geometric. That this lead to that and that will lead to this, and so on. Its for stupid people cause it promises utopia…Heeheehee there are people who actually believe government can do that.

Sweet lil pigtailedFrenchy came up from NYC 2 entertain me last weekend. A  tall brunette from Paris who suffers from depression because she loves cock so much. That should be some sort of joke right?? But its not.  She loves sucking cock, can’t get enough of it, but she grew up with that feminism shit that indoctrinated her that she’s not supposed to. That if she does, and actually admits to it, she’s fucked as a woman. She’s a bigwig in finance down there in NYC.  Got the power eyeglasses, the power suits and the power handbags. She bosses people around, treats them like shit, then goes home and tries to drink away her unhappiness. After a couple of bottles of chardonay, merlot or shirraz, she’ll drunk call me at one in the morning crying and saying she needs me. Of course I don’t answer, I just let her blabber away to the recorded message. Poor girl, feminist don’twant her to be a woman. She’s supposed to think like a man. Thats pretty hard, cuz as you’ve discovered, most men don’t think like men. This shit has everybody chasing their tails. But she doesn’t have to when she’s with me. Nope!  Liberals suck from the democrats crack pipe of utopia..illogical rhetoric. This smart whore sucks from my crackpipe of utopia…, my Cock. Frenchy takes the shuttle up on Saturday mornings. This morning she shows up at 11am and immediately goes to work, slobbing on the knob as soon as she gets through the door. I slap her around for a lil bit and then bust a load in her croissant loving face. She is soooooo happy. Thats the way the French talk, they draw out words that end in vowels. She’s babbling about love, romance, warmth and crap while jizz streams down her stupid face. I’m just laying there smoking a ciggy, getting fed up with the yakety yak, wondering if shes ever gonna shut the fuck up. I finish the butt, and she’s still quacking. Then I figure it out, she does this to get attention, to get a rise out of the guy, who then must put her in her place. Attention and the discipline resulting from it is what  she wants. Even if its from negative attention. Don’t get it huh? Well if yer a guy looking for logic to a woman’s thinking, just shoot yerself. But if yer a girl reading this you totally understand. So finally I’ve  had enough and start slapping her around again, pulling her by the hair and spitting in her face. At first there’s a bit of protest but soon she’s got her hand down between her legs rubbing her pussy harder with every slap or pull. I kick her in the ass and tell her to bend ova and spread her greedy ass cheeks so I can feed that shit hole. See spreads it quick, fast and wide with her newly painted fingernails. That French bonbon waved in the air while I took pictures of it. She pulled it wider with anticipation as I let seconds go while just tapping my hard cock on her ass. Finally I spit on her asshole and shoved it up in there hard and kept ramming it while she grunted like a pig. Feminism, the evolution of women, ya gottta love this shit huh. I got her by her pigtails for added balance, and I’m just reaming that ass like a maniac Finally she gets there, she begins screaming like she’s getting branded. Legs quivering, body jerking spasmodically she lets go a wail that would wake the dead. . Me, I still got her by the pigtails, adding to the pain.

Later that day she’s taking me shopping for a gold chain, to match the gold cross she bought me last time. The two eventually come up to total ova a grand. All this for treating her like shit, or am I. You ever think  I’m filling up that hole inside of her heart. She doesn’t want to think, she doesn’t want to boss, that she wants to be told what to do. I’m relieving her of the pressure of life and giving her the pain she needs to feel desired. Later back at the home front , I‘m eating a four course French dinner that she’s especially prepared for me, waiting for my buddy Tlock to come pick me up for our class reunion. When Tlock arrives I introduce Frenchy to him in the living room. I turn her around and lift up the lil French maid skirt thats she’s wearing, with of course, nothing underneath and comment. “Not bad eh?” Frenchy has this puzzled smile on her face like ‘what are you doing?’. I breathe into her ear, and pull on one of her nipples. She lets out a sigh. I grab her ass with my other hand and squeeze it a bit and tell her. “Spread yer legs” She widens her stance and I shove two fingers in her already wet cunt, she licking her lips now. Tlock  grabs a handful of ass and squeezes it, “She’s got a nice ass.” “Yeah she does.” I answered, “and “The pussy is pretty good also” We’re rubbing amd she’s breathing hard like she has a fever. She’s squeezing my cock through my pants while gyrating her ass. I tell her to get on her knees and she does. I turn to TLock. “Go ahead give her some.”  Tlock pulls out his cock.  I smack her ass and say ”Go get it baby” Frenchy jumps right on it. I tell her to take care him of him while I get dress. For some reason she didn’t answer me. About 15 minutes later I walk into the room to find Tlock fucking her doggy style. So I ask him “Dude, you cum yet man?”  “Nope” he says, So I grabbed the bitch by the hair and start slapping her around, telling her that its her job to make sure my friends come. She’s sobbing and yelling that she’s sorry. I tell her she BETTER not ever let that happen again. She’s a fuck toy and her job is to make men happy. She apologizes profusely, says that she was trying and promises she won’t let me down again. I slap her off the top of the head, ala Benny Hill, before I walk out the door. Tony is laughing, me, I’m in stitches.
At the reunion the good memories are flowing, pretty soon I’m talking to a tall blond Jewish girl who i hadn’t seen in 20 years. Married with 2 lil girl goats and a husband she left at home. Pretty soon I have her in an alcove of the elevator shaft bent ova, shoving it  to her pretty hard. The tale is more involved, but that’s for another story
The ride home is short, and it like 3am in da morning. He drops me off and Frenchy is up watching TV, waiting for me. She brings me a beer and asks if I had a good time. I say “Yep, I fucked about five classmates of mine, and yer gonna suck it all off. I wouldn’t trust anyone else with the job of cleaning me up, but you” “Is yer friend coming in” she asks. “nah, baby, not tonight.” She smiles, not really believing I had sex with five women. But it doesn’t matter, cuz as I’m drinking that beer and looking at the tube, her head is alreadybobbing in my lap. Frenchy is in heaven, and well… so am I.

That Thang

 -Kate Winslet, Cheryl Burke,  Cherry Jones 0rMary Lynn Rajskub- (It all looks the same from behind)

 

Back when I was a young buckeroo engaged in the sex trade, I thought I knew everything about women. Yep. Since I was pimping whores I figured I was a rooting tooting expert. I was such an authority on the business and subject of women that I quit pimping, got honest and got married. Yeah an expert all right. A friggin IDIOT was what I was. Getting married was like the Israelis handing over the Gaza strip to the Palestinians/ Hamas. Why? Because how many times must one get shot at before you realize they actually mean to kill you.  I learned more about women being married than I did pimping.  When I got married I found out how to really pimp, but good,  because thats what was happening to me and that’s when the education really began.

“That Thang“  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZHVzvKyiwi4
There ain’t no reason for a man to get married, he won’t get more than he already has, if anything he’ll get less. He getting ‘that thang’, as Lauren Hill would put it, but he doesn’t understand he already has “that thang”. See,  a man gets married because he believes in something. He believes in something so strongly that he is ready to sacrifice himself for it. Now this ‘something’ he believes in is innate to men, but foreign to women. Men are so full of this ‘something’ that they cannot see that women are devoid of this ‘thang‘. Women know they do not have this “thang” and often hate men for being oblivious to this gift they have in their possession. I must point out, for those who haven’t figured it out, that this “something” is synonymous with having this “thang“. Right now, men are scratching their heads, but women have an idea of where this is going, doncha. Men, the ‘thang‘ that you have is the belief in GOOD. Yep, a big revelation right? From nerdy lil guys to big dumb jocks, men have an innate belief in good. Right defeating wrong, the virtuous conquering the heathen. This same belief in good also sets him up as a pawn to any nationalistic or religious ideology, but thats another story. Women do no have this something, this good, this “Thang“. Didja know that. They have a big hole in their hearts where this ‘thang‘ is supposed to be. They do believe in things working out for the good, but the good is THEM. That good is that THEY get what they want, and convince their sucker partner that it is good for them also. Example#1. I’m a cocktail waitress, your a rich man. It would be a great idea for us to get married. If you don’t believe so you’re an asshole. Example#2 I’m fresh out of college, one hundred thousand dollars in debt with school loans, and you are too,  but lets move in together (which means hopefully I’ll get knocked up) leading to marriage and kids, and while we are at it, BUY A HOUSE.  Yeah MORE debt. But i love you honey so you working the REST of your life to make ends meet for us IS a good idea. Example#3 I’m a married woman with three kids, I met you on a cruise I went on with my girlfriends, we had wild sex. Now I want to leave my husband for you, if you won’t take me on, because i’m in love with you, you’re an asshole. Getting the  general idea. None of these scenarios is good for the man. At best they are only good for her, but…., he’s an asshole if her rejects these overtures as total bullshit. Hell, there are many more. But in all of them, the good at best, concerns the happiness of one person. HER. This “thang” that the man possesses supposes the good must be for ALL, and he can be secondary initially to make it all work out. See the difference. See the conflict. The “thang” that men possess that women do not is an innocence, a light. Women often label it stupidity. They sense it, and it disturbs them, it pushes them out of their natural orbit. They don’t don’t know what to make of it. secretly they want it, and because they cannot have it, sometimes they hate it. Theres a hole in their hearts this “thang” of his supposed to fill
The Hole/Pain In Their Hearts  -http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wUXgL_LxUnM-

Now to some, mostly men, this is gobbledygook. To others, mostly women, this is ghastly revealing. It is something they have sensed but could not put into words. This is also just the beginning. This hole in their hearts torments and tortures them. They know that love is supposed to be there, and it’s not. They try to fill it with an animals love, jewelry, handbags, clothes, shoes. This emptiness morphs into every other issue that will come to affect them. Their NEED of a man to save them from themselves. Sounds medieval, even chauvenists right. Here’s the funny part… its every womans dream, even the so called liberated woman. the real kicker to this whole dilenma ,men have no idea of how to save them or that there IS even a conflict.  So in a marriage, after she has tempted him to marry her, she now becomes unsatisfied with this bitch made man. Cause he won’t stand up and be a man. So she challenges him to confront and control her. She’ll talk down on him trying to incite him to rise up. She’ll lie to him daring him to call her on it. She’ll cry in an attempt to harden his heart to her. Finally she’ll cheat on him to demean him into growing.  She must change him from that Innocent Being, she must corrupt him into selfishness in order to have a partner, an ally, a person she can ‘trust’. Ahhhh. Isn’t this great. That’s why women love bad boys. He’s narcissistic, selfish, materialistic and demanding…just like her. Here is someone she can relate to, and even learn from. He can treat her like shit because he knows that she is empty without him. He doesn’t put her on a pedestal, why she’s not even on the same level as him. A woman knows this inside anyway. Haahaaahaaa. Didn’t kno that didja good guys. a woman ‘loathes’ you for putting her on a pedestal. It just show yer lack of belief in yerself, yer insecurity. You have put her in the position of not being yer woman, but yer mother. You don’t deserve her and that’s why she tortures the hell into you. That’s right, INTO YOU, ya lil punk. But most of you can’t grow up and become men, but ya get mad at us guys who fuck yer girls. When heck, we’re doing you a favor.

The Weakness of Men  -http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZHVzvKyiwi4-

Now for all of you married guys, or guys living with a girl. I’ve just described your scenario. See it crystallized for me a week into my marriage. But I had already knocked the lilbitch up, all 90lbs of her. Yep, she might have been small in mass, but as all of us married guys have found out, a lil woman can kick ass. It took me ten years to get rid of her. She had the world on a string, and I was miserable. Icut that string and got out unscathed, now I’m happy and she’s miserable. So guys and girls what I’m saying is that it’s time to change all of this, and guys its really on us. Growing to be a man is a tough thang. But our women need us, they need us to quell the demons that rage inside and threaten to engulf them. They need a strong man not a weak one. She needs you to step up and take control. What kind of man are you if you let yer woman drive the car. oops, most of you weak men do that. Take the GODDAMN car and drive it. I don’t care if its hers, take it. Women get trapped in what ever portal they enter. Greed, sex, control, accoutrement’s. You ain’t doing them any favors by letting them enter into things without your supervision. The emptiness in them delivers them to the dark side. So men, into order to save them and still retain that lite, that innocence, you must be strong. You must know your enemy and what it takes to defeat them. The enemy is not yer woman, it’s your weakness for her. She coos and you give in, she whines and you give in, she pushes out a tear and you roll over. She might want that sort of, but secretly inside she doesn’t and she’ll hate you for being such a punk. If you need her more than she needs you, she doesn’t need you does she???. So for all of you guys in a relationships let the education began, some of you will catch on, some have no freakin idea of anything I’ve said.

Some get it, Most won’t

I was out with the recently re-met up with classmate from high school, as I’ve chronicled. . Now she’s still married and all, but she flew me down to Fla. and put me up in hotel for a week cuz i TOLD her to. She’s perplexed that the overwhelming majority of men do not see women as they are. I tried to tell her most men are scarred in childhood from their mothers. They can’t help women cause their mothers used them in their crusade against their dads. Married or divorced. Haaahaaahaa. It goes something like this. “your dad is an asshole. He won’t do this or that, he’s stuck in his ways, or he won’t settle downblah, blah blah. If only he would <fill in the blank>, then I wouldn’t be so <take yer pick> angry, bitchy, mean or  have to lie. I told her that most guys are so brainwashed by their moms that we both could sit down and tell them the truth about waht women want and they wouldn’t believe it. One night, at a bar, we were sitting next to a guy complaining about his girlfriend. She won’t do this, or that in bed. She’s moody, lazy, overbearing, bossy. She “didn’t feel like going out with him tonight”. When last nite she hooted up the town with her girlfriends. Moan after groan. So Blondie looked at me, and gave me a nudge to help him out. So I ran it down to him that he needed to take charge, tell her what, how and when about everything he wants, and if she couldn’t handle it, roll the fuck out. Bitches are a dime a dozen, and they need cock twice as much as you need pussy. My bitch even earnestly chipped in and told him so. His eyes twirled in his head, he stammered and stuttered trying to make sense of it. It look like smoke was coming out of his ears, ya know like when a robot becomes confused by emotion in a movie and sparks come flying out of it while it repeats “That does not compute, that does not compute”.  He just kept shaking his head and saying “One day she’ll come around”. Then he paid his bill and left. Blondie looked at me and gestured with her palms open, ” What happen”. I said “I tried to tell you honey. Every girl can be a woman, but not every boy can be a man. Some get it, but most won’t”.

A Cock Par-Tay

If you wanted to have unaltered, unbridled, unlimited anonymous sex, where could ya go???  Yeah, you guessed it. A costume party at a produced by swingers association at a out of the way club. Me and a friend of mine, the Sultan, so named 4 his swarthy cock and because of the costume he was wearing that evening,( I was going as.. what else.. a JUDGE)  decided to check one out and it was on. The best thing about swinger events is that they are planned by ADULTs, yeah this cuts down on all the bullshit that accompanies other shindigs. For example, the event is held at a club, that is connected to a hotel. Genius. So that debauched revelers can drink and fuck at the club, then stagger down the halls to fuck and drink in the rooms. Genius. Of course if one gets the urge to fuck or drink on the way to the club from the rooms, and from the rooms to the club, that also is possible. Genius.
The Sultan and I checked in about 5 pm, saying hi and making friends with people we passed along the way to the room. When its your first time at a swinging event, mingling is definitely the way to go. The swinging set hangs together. Friendships are built and nurtured. One never knows when a guy you met at an event needs you to come ova and bulldoze his wife. We get to our room plug in the ipod boombox, Breakout the ten different types off booze, with a case of beer and start mixing drinks. Pretty soon there’s a knock on the door, which we left wide open to expose us in our boxer briefs. A chubby, big titted brunette in 5in white hooker heels pops her head in. “Hey,my room is like right across from you. I was about to go in but I like that song. SuperStar by Lupe Fiasco.  http://www.mtv.com/videos/lupe-fiasco/186348/superstar.jhtml mind if I come in” “C’mon in, but there is a price for admission” I say. “What is it” she asks smiling “U have to take yer top off and rub on yer tits for us” the Sultan replied. She pull down the white tube top and places her hands over both nipples  ”And what do I have to do if I want something to drink?” she asked looking at our desk full of liquors. “Down cum shots, and chase them with beer” I said as I went for those titties. Pulling, rubbing, squeezing. Her hands drop down to our cocks, stroking them. Then she was on her knees, sucking them alternately while getting her hair pulled and her nipples pinched and slapped. I heard a name being called outside of the room, then her husband appeared at the door with an ice bucket. “I should have known, I leave you for a lil while and you’re already sucking cock” She slurped “un huh” in agreement. “Well I’ll be next door” he said, and left. “If you are what you say you you are, a superstar, then have no fear, the camera’s here”  I push chubbette up onto one of the beds put on a condom and shove my throbbing cock into her. She moaned and arched her back to get all she could. She had a greedy wet pussy that she rocked it back toward the cock in perfect rhythm. Her fleshy white ass jiggled with joy on every thrust. I couldn’t help but give those needy cheeks a firm slap with every other thrust. Chubbette was taking it good, and now her pussy had become so juicy that it was making that ‘whap, whap‘ noise with every pump. Her ass was turning pink/red, and her body was glistening from sexual trauma. I was about to come so I pulled out, ripped the condom off and shot it into her face (I’m a professional, don’t try this at home. Ripping a condom off in a frenzy could lead to extreme PAIN) The Sultan who had been fucking her face, switch positions and shoved his nine incher up that pussy. She grunted her approval, going from eight to nine didn’t bother her at all. With her eyes glued shut with my cumstock, she set about getting the last drop out of my cock while the Sultan rode her doggystyle. Then he slammed her hard, knocking her off her hands and knees and onto her chest flat on the bed. The bitch was getting manhandled and loved it. She was grunting like a pig as that pussy got stretched, then starting making those excited high pitched noise as she was about to cum. I was just standing there watching with my cock in my hand, now as she was about to cream I reached down and grabbed a fist full of hair to assist her in the goal. bada boom, bada bing. BAMM. There she blows. The fucking whore had a hold of bedding like she was holding on for dear life. It sounded like she was crying and laughing at the same time as she mouthed and repeated OH My God like 15 times. I let go of her head, grabbed her a beer, placed it in her hand and ordered “Chase it bitch” She open up one eye. looked at me, said “Oh My God” and swing half the can in 2 gulps. yep, she could swallow alright. When she got up off the bed, which was mine, it was wet. She stood up, rested the beer on a table, and shook her hands to regain feeling in them. I picked up the beer, positioned it over her head and said “Open wide” “OK, but don’t wash the cum off my face, my husband is gonna want to lick it off, just in my mouth, ok” I looked at the Sultan, we both shrugged our shoulders and laugh. “OK” Into her mouth, all down her tittles and over her skirt which she had pulled back down over her ass. She was laughing we were laughing. Heck. The party hadn’t even started. “Ok, now thats enough for you, we have to clean up now, time for you to run along” the Sultan informed her. She just giggle, I gave her slap on the ass, and the Sultan gave her a slap on the ass as she began to leave. She stop at the door and cooed, “Can I come back later” The Sultan and I exchanged devious glances on the destruction that would ensue, then looked at chubbette and replied in unison. “Sure my dear, c’mon back, it’s gonna be fun.” Yep, that was only the beginning