My Mouth Couldn’t Handle the Overflow [MM125]

Continuing from “Having Drinks with Mr. Sam” ….

Mr. Sam & I got comfortable in his room. He turned on his TV. I laid on the bed. We watched tv for a bit. Talking about the cool tv shows that each of us has watched. He lies on the bed opposite direction of me. I’m touching his leg and he is laying there looking at me. There are no words, just the background noise of the TV. I’m just touching him, caressing him and we are enjoying each other’s company. I crawled up to his lips and kissed him. We kissed for a while, but not for long. I pulled up his shirt so I could feel his skin.

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I stared deep into his eyes, smiled at him. I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. He watched me, helping me push down his jeans, he pulls off his thermal shirt. I run my fingers over his chest. Kissing his tummy, moving down to his semihard cock. I took his cock in my hand, stroking it gently but nothing too serious, nothing that would get him super excited. I held his cock in one hand and rubbed the head with my other hand, circular motions. I heard a few sounds of enjoyment from his lips. He laid his head back and shut his eyes. Then he would glance up at me and watch me again. Stroking more. What I  enjoyed was massaging his balls. I deliberately move my fingers over his pubic hair, his response was a turn on. He sighed and took a deep gasp, his head back with his eyes shut. When I paused he glanced at me.

I gave him that look. I took his cock into my mouth. He has a nice-looking cock. He’s cock is standard size, I like the way it looks and how it feels in my mouth. His cock isn’t too thick but thank goodness it isn’t too thin either. He’s very natural with his wild, long dark pubic hair. He watches me take all his cock into my mouth. I feel the bottom of his cock and I breathe in his scent. My hands are caressing his body, fingers moving through his pubic hair and the other hand caressing his balls. My mouth moves up & down his rod, my tongue swirls around the tip with a light force and I listen to him moan once again. Deep. Deeper. His cock hits the back of my throat. I didn’t struggle to accommodate him in nor did his cock make my eyes (this time). I was taking him in slowly, Playing with him, teasing him, watching his response with every move. There was a sexblogger, latina, sex stories, oral sex, blowjobmoment when I was sucking on him, licking his cock with my tongue. I glanced at him and he watched at me. It’s not something I regularly do when giving a lover a blowjob. It’s something that makes me feel like I am connecting with the man and that’s not always a good idea. But Mr. Sam is tender, sensitive and has demons that torment him more than mine ever do.

I saw him settle back into his pillow, his arm over his forehead. He’s breathing hard, his body is tight. My hands reach up his chest. I suck faster. I listen to him moan, this excites me on to hear him. I reposition myself to the middle of his legs. One hand on his now erect cock, kneeling I suck on him quicker. Harder. He’s moving his pelvis up & down to fuck my mouth. His movement is matching mine, I felt his hands on the sides of my head as I’m sucking him. He wanted to hold on to my head as he fucked my mouth with his hard cock. But his hands don’t stay on my head. He quickly let’s go of my head. I felt his body tighten even more as he stretches out. The deep breathing and moaning is increasing. I take his cock down to the bottom and swallow expecting that he is about to come. I watch his back arch slightly and I feel the surge of his hot creamy milk hit the back of my throat. I’m drinking and consuming his hot milk, suddenly I can no longer keep up with the volume of cream that is filling up my mouth. He tastes sharp, bitter and salty. I felt his cock softened, his body was relaxed. I let his cock slip gently from my mouth. It was still dripping a little of cum and that’s when I took the picture.

Afterwards I joked with Mr. Sam “I couldn’t keep up with the overflow. That’s never happened before.”

With a chuckle in his voice he jokes “Overflow. That’s another new nickname for you.”

Good to the last drop” is the next post about Mr. Sam

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PLEASING THE MISTRESS
Reader Q&A: Dominant women struggle, turn-ons
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A Picture is Worth…
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I Want
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Humiliating an ex-Nazi: Raylene’s 2nd dozen
Preparation
I love big, fat dicks

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Dude, You’re Wet!
When Love Becomes a Weakness
On a Silver Platter
The Silent Treatment
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Three in a Stall
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Elust 88

Having Drinks with Mr. Sam

Sunday night is quieter from the other days, except during football season. But, due to the weather this was a dead Sunday at the dive bar. Mr. Sam must have walked in seconds before I did, he was still taking off his coat. There wasn’t a good place at the bar, so we walked over to the corner booth. It’s a round booth in the corner, tucked away from onlookers.
“Sitting here isn’t going to be obvious, is it?” He said.
“I don’t care. We aren’t doing anything wrong.” I replied.
“Yet…you forgot to say yet.”
I laughed after he said that. We sat there for a few minutes before Astro walked over to turn on the overhead lights and the bar lights. We both looked at each other and smiled.
He walked back to his side of the bar. A few minutes later “Bubbles” walked up to us … “How are you guys doing? Hey, I can’t believe how stupid Charlie is and what he did.”
I didn’t want to be in the dark, but I didn’t understand what she was talking about. I sat there and nodded my head. “Don’t worry no one associates you with him anymore.”
Now that made me kind of nervous, considering what other shit I have heard and been told on the street. “Well, thank heaven for that. We haven’t been together in years. We hung out together these passed through years. You know, Charlie his charming personality, it’s difficult to stay mad at him.”
“I know right. He really is sweet. But a total fuck-up.”
I laughed. We talked about some of our mutual bar friends and life. She got up after she finished her drink with us, walking back to sit at the bar.

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Mr. Sam & I were talking about general stuff, there was never any touching each other. We have tried to keep the status of our relationship a secret, but after last Friday I think it’s a bust. I haven’t even written about that night yet! oh lord.
We stayed until about 10pm. Catching a nice little buzz, we left and headed to his place.

“Are you gonna be brave enough to come inside or you gonna just drop me off?” I’m deciding on the two options I had, “Yes, I’ll go inside with you.”
I knew he lives with his parents who are both suffering from several health issues. I felt like a teenager again being snuck into the house. He held my hand as we walked up the stairs. Opened the door with his name on it, which I laughed. His parents were asleep, and it was so quiet in the house. I stood there as he closed the door behind him. “Do you want water or coffee?”
“Water…I need water.” I answered.
I sat on the end of his bed drinking my bottled water. He sat next to me, we didn’t speak a word. He started to gently caress my arm back and forth. I felt relaxed. He leaned in to kiss me and I kissed him back. We laid back on the bed, moving up on the bed. My boots are hanging off the edge of the bed because I wasn’t taking them off. He rolled over on top of me. We’re still kissing, I feel him grind his hard cock on me over our jeans. Can this really be happening? Are we dry humping? Yes. we are. Inside I’m laughing but on the outside we are kissing hard & deep. He rolls over on to his back and I curl up next to him. He holds me tight, caressing my back. I drift off on his chest. I wake up to the sound of myself snoring. He laughed. “I wasn’t falling asleep because I know you hafta leave soon.”
“Another 30 minutes.”
We talked about the rest of the week and he showed me some of his art work. Time was up and he walked me out.

Read what happens next in “Hiding Away” 

Three in a Stall [MM120]

[The following story is a work of fiction, it was inspired by an actual event. The following story has material that some may find upsetting, disturbing. The following story has subject material about FMM sex, sex while on drugs & alcohol, bisexuality]

 

I had been to this club before, looking for my friends I stood there with my drink. Adam & his friend Ken walked up to me. We hugged.

“Hey! What’s going on? Who ya here with?”

“Oh myself now, looking for my friends. We were suppose to meet here tonight, but I haven’t seen them yet.”

“Well you can sit with us until you find your friends.”

“Oh Ok. Thanks.”

We made our way back through the crowded bar to their table. They ordered more drinks and shots for us. The alcohol seemed to hit me faster than it typically does. I felt pretty good. The music was good, there was a good vibe in the air and I felt a little sexy. Adam looked over at me “wanna do a bump?”

I had done cocaine before, it was the one big high. Expensive, but the high was incredible and sex was so intense. I smiled. “Sure. Why not?”

“That a girl! I’m going into the men’s bathroom, if I don’t come straight out, that’s the signal to come in.”

Ken had returned as we were standing up to leave. Ken looked at Adam “Where you two off too?”

Adam said “we’re gonna do a bump, come on.” I’ve known this guys only from the club scene. I wasn’t concerned about anything, besides that I was feeling the effects of the booze. Adam walked into the mens bathroom and Ken soon followed. I waited about a second to two and dipped inside to the last stall in the men’s bathroom. Adam was opening a baggie of the white powder on to the top of the toilet paper dispenser. Ken kept look out at the door. Adam formed one line. “Ladies, first.”

I took his rolled up bill and snorted only half when my nostril started to sting. I stopped he said “you ok?”

“Yeah, I guess I don’t do it often enough.”

Ken closes the bathroom door, walked into the stall, closed that door. “Hey, lemme do a bump off your tits.”

I stood there for a second. “NO!” With a chuckle in my voice. He didn’t force the issue. Ken fixed himself & Adam two huge lines. Snorted them. Ken opened the stall door, walked out. I knew that Adam was interested in me, but I wasn’t too interested in him. He was really just that friend who is always in the friend zone. Adam caught my eye, he leaned toward me to kiss me. I accepted his lips on mine. I immediately felt the heat in between my legs. I wanted more, but he already had ideas of his own. He tried to lock the stall door but Ken had walked back to us “Hey are you guys…coming?”

“Not yet.” Adam laughs. “Get in here.”

A few seconds of awkwardness soon changed into a heated threesome in the stall. Adam unzipped his pants and Ken followed his cue. I squatted down, taking turns sucking their cocks. Adam’s cock is larger and skinnier, his hand is on my head, his fingers twisted in my hair. Ken seemed fascinated with what I was doing to Adam’s cock. He squats down next to me, looking at me and I slowly move away from Adam and Ken starts to suck his cock, while he strokes his. As Ken is sucking on Adam, standing up I kiss Adam as he lifts up my mini skirt. He pulls at my pantyhose with both hands he tore a hole in them. Ken pulls at the hose, his tongue splits my lips open, sliding into my now aching pussy. I fall back against the stall wall as I feel Adam tugging at my blouse trying to free my breast. His hands grab one of my mounds and he feeds hungrily on my nipple. His tongue flicks back & forth across it as his other hand squeezes my other tit. Ken’s tongue working hard on my clit. I feel his finger thrust inside me as his lips tighten around my clit. I can’t move, my ruined pantyhose around my ankles and the waves of pleasure & lust overcome me again & again. I completely lost in the moment.penis, lipstick, sassycat3000, latina, sexblogger

Ken fingers me more, licking up my juices and then turns to Adams cock again. As Adam continues to fondle my tits, he reaches down and grabs at Ken’s wrist. Ken slides his fingers out and Adam bends down to suck my juices off Ken’s fingers. I remember watching that and thinking “Oh my fucking god! I’m super turned on now. This feels fucking amazing.”

Ken stands up and all three of us are looking at each other. I reach out to stroke both of their cocks, only for a few minutes. When Adam whispers “I wanna fuck you! Can I fuck you?” I smile and nod. His hands on my waist, gently turns me around to face the toilet. My first thought was he was going to shove my face in the water, but I put my hands up on the wall to brace myself. “Wait, wait a second.” Ken slams the toilet seat cover down and quickly sits down. I’m looking at Ken when I feel Adam’s cock slam into my wet pussy. My eyes closed, drifting into a state of ecstasy I feel Ken exposing my tits to his smooth moist lips, both his hands firmly holding them as Adam pounds my pussy. I must have started to get loud because I heard Ken telling me to be quiet. We heard what might have been pounding on the bathroom door, but Adam had ahold of my waist hammering my pussy hard & fast. I heard his breath quicken and he pulls out comes over to the front of me and explodes all over my tits. Ken whispers “sit on my cock!”

So I do. He quickly starts sucking off Adam’s dripping cock. Sitting on Ken’s cock I’m grinding on him, feeling Adams cum starting to melt and run down my cleavage. Ken’s pumping me hard. I feel another wave of orgasms coming over me. A loud moan escape my mouth. I see Adam zipping up his jeans as he’s looking at me have my orgasm. He smiles a huge cheesy grin. Reaches down to pinch one of my nipples, Ken’s hands are on my ass just pumping me, when he pushes me up from him as he shots his load on the both of us. I can hardly stand, Adam grabs me to hold me up, as I try to get dressed again. I used my shredded pantyhose as a rag to try to wipe off Ken’s cum. I lean over to clean off his cock like he cleaned Adam. I licked most of the excess off, but he had most of the cum on the bottom of his shirt. I pulled my mini skirt down stuffed my tits back into my bra. Ken tucked his skirt into his pants. Adam left first, then me, Ken followed. We quickly checked our look in the mirror when the pounding on the bathroom door was forceful. Adam said “Ken & I will cause a distraction and you leave the club out of the emergency exit.” I must have had a worried look when Ken kissed my cheek “we’ll be fine if we see your friends will tell them you left.” I nodded when Adam unlocked the men’s bathroom door. He & Ken pushed into the men trying to get in as I squeezed by and ran to the side emergency exit door.

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Mr. Darrell loses his Virginity. [MM114]

This week’s Masturbation Monday story is written by “Mr. Darrell.” He has shared a few of his stories with me. I mentioned that I would be willing to post them on my website and to share them with the internet, if he was interested. Here is one of his stories. I did go through and edit some of it. However, I did try to keep most of his original writing.

It was the summer of ’75 when I became a man. Some new neighbors moved into the house next door to us. I was developing physically and had more interest in girls. I was curious and had this weird feeling every time I was around them. I was too shy to speak and say what I really had on my mind. The new neighbors had a boy same age as me, we became friends.

One day he had me over to his house, his mother was the only one home, his father worked long hours. When I met his mom my body went nuts. I didn’t know what to think or do, she was beautiful. She had a body that was so desirable, I felt my dick getting hard in my pants. I couldn’t control it and had to leave. I went home to my room and locked my door. I had to jerk off, the release was incredible. My body shook as I shot my wad, it was addicting. I was a slut but only in secret. I was jerking off 2 times a day.

The girls in school would wear these pants where the seam ran real tight up in the crotch, separating their pussy lips and right up the ass crack. Just imagining what it looked like as my dick was sliding in and out of their hole. I would get home and jerk off with the thought.

Some years had passed and my routine remained the same. I had magazines and had seen a porn movie once, but I was still a virgin. I had all these sexual things going off in my mind. What I would like to do with a girl some day, all that tension building up. I wanted to try everything. My mind was too advanced for the way girls my age thought of sex. I noticed my dick wasn’t a dick. It was a cock, big and thick from all those years of jerking off. I was afraid to show it to any girl because of what they might say or think because of its size.

One day I was at my neighbor’s house looking for my friend, he wasn’t home. His mother told me to come in and sit down so I did. She had this look in her eyes that I’ve never seen. It was sexy and seducing. She told me “you know your bedroom window is straight across from mine don’t you?” I started to feel embarrassed and tongue-tied. She said “relax, its ok.” I was surprised. She continues “you know I’ve watched you for some time now and I noticed you have an unusually large cock. I been pretty lonely at times. I couldn’t wait for you to get home and go to your room, because I would sit and watch you. I wondered how your big cock would feel inside me. How deep can I take it, watching you stroke its long thick shaft, wondering what you were thinking as you were stroking it.”

I was floored, my cock was growing inside my pants. I started to tremble. She noticed, she wanted me go with her to her bedroom. She undresses in front of me and my cock was pushing so hard on my pants there was a gap between the waist and my stomach. She comes to me and kneels down in front of me.  She was trembling at the thought of soon she will know how deep she can take my cock. I had just turned 18, I was still a virgin.  She got even more excited. I said “there are so many things I want to do sexually.” She said “let’s do them.” She pulled my cock out and couldn’t believe its size. She says “we will have to go slow cause I want to feel every inch going deeper and deeper. When I’m all stretched out you can fuck me good.”

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She puts my cock in her mouth and can only get a little passed the head, soon she was able to get 4 inches deep. She gets up and she lies on the bed with her legs spread wide. I knew what I wanted to do. I’ve dreamed about it for years and to be with an experienced woman for my first time. She was beautiful. I got my face down there and started licking all over her lips and ass. Dipping my tongue in and out, pushing down on her clit and wrapping my mouth around her pussy and suck as hard as I can and pull back till her lips pop out my mouth. I was tongue fucking her ass and pussy, she hikes her legs higher and pulls her ass cheeks apart. “Fuck my ass some more with your tongue!” After a few minutes she says “put your cock inside me.” She spreads her lips. I put the head at the opening and started to push the back out, push then back out. She was wet, the head slips in her hole. “Slow and steady.” she says. I start pumping, going deeper with each thrust. She starts squirming around thrusting into me. We have more than half my cock inside her wet silky hole. I continue pumping this time long strokes, pushing deeper, she’s moaning and tensing up. My white cream gathers on my shaft, when I’m pulling back her pussy lips are hugging the shaft.  I can feel it gripping. I start fucking her faster and deeper. She sounds like she’s in pain but tells me not to stop. “Fuck me, fuck me,” she screams. I really start giving it to her. She starts to shake, my cocks ready to burst. A few more strokes, I can’t hold back, one more deep plunge in that hole. I pull out and she squirts all over my cock. I asked “what was that?” She whimpers “you made me squirt.” This was my first sexual experience.

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Come Here. I want to Taste You [KOTW]

I have always preferred vampires over any other folklore and movie monster. Halloween is a great time of the year for this topic. I remember watching a TV show about “real-life vampyres.” They belong to a vampyric community. They believe that they have a physical deficiency and need to “feed” on the “life force” of others. They stated that most vampyres do have partners, donors and feed with consent. They live like the rest of us, with the above being the exception. It was an interesting show.

Now, as for the fictional character of Dracula. He seems to be the daddy of all vampires. I’m attracted to the idea of the sensuality, immortality and the ability to control their victim.

If I could choose, I would want to be a sexual vampire, a vampire that feeds on my donor’s life force during sex. Just imagine. Being on top of my male donor, riding him hard & fast all the while I’m feeding, draining his life force to satisfy my hunger. He may or may not reach orgasm…pity if he misses out.i want to taste you

I’m not a fan of blood, if I had to live off of it I’m sure I would learn to like it. I do not like the smell of it nor do I like the taste. The sensation of blood on my skin is tolerable. I could see myself playing in it and writing with it. Just not too keen on the idea of drinking it, but the thought of piercing the skin with my teeth is exciting.

I could also be happy with just being a donor for a vamp, the fictional vampire not the psi vamps that feed off living energy. Kind of being a kept woman. I would want some benefits of course. Something that would make it worth my time of giving a vamp my blood. Sex, paid bills, paid apartment or house, something.

I am attracted to the seduction, the lust. I wanna feel the fangs pierce my skin, gasp my last breath before I wake up for my eternity. I want to then seduce others of my choosing. If you think about it, vampires are vain creatures. Sexy, seductive and forever young, no aging. I may keep some as meals, some to play with, some to torture when the mood strikes. I want to be a child of the night. I would enjoy having my human devotees around to aid me with errands that I can not take care of during the day. I want to walk among those who are neither dead or alive, living the best of both worlds.

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My wet fingers. Thanks to my “English Wanker” for sending me a private video of himself wanking to some of my photos.

Immediately I was turned on from knowing he was wanking to my photos.

I could hear his quicken breath, watching him stroke himself. I couldn’t resist the temptation. I felt the urge becoming stronger. It’s been so long since I touched myself, it’s been a “lack of” sort of year for me.

But this night, I couldn’t say no to my urges.

I gave in without a fight.

Wet. Warm and felt so wonderful.

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Sinful Sunday

Alcohol helps make New Acquaintances…

Since Charlie has been gone from my life, I have needed to replace my drinking partner. It’s not always easy to do. A person who clicks with me isn’t always the easiest to find. Not to mention the high that I need when I’m out drinking with my drinking buddy.

[TRIGGER WARNING; for those who have issues with Alcohol & bar life.]

Charlie & I had a game that was all our own. Since he’s been 86’ed from “the hole” life there hasn’t been the same for me. I miss him. I miss sitting at the cool table. It’s not actually the cool table it’s more like the area of the bar where the cool, important patrons sit. I don’t sit there anymore. I haven’t been treated like an outcast (yet). I still get the respect from the cool kids. It’s just not the same, ya know?

There are only a few bartenders that I actually know and am comfortable with. They know what I drink and are friendly to me. They don’t stand there & talk to me like they do the others. They acknowledge who I am, now that the name Charlie is no longer spoken it’s pretty calm in there. One of his former crew members approached me “Can we talk outside?” Those sitting around me gasped for air. I didn’t panic because I hadn’t done nor said anything wrong. I think. Not this time anyway. “Do you know Dashing Johnny?”

“No, why?”

“FUCK! Charlie better not be screwing me over again with some bullshit. Your name got bought up for a reference for Dashing Johnny.”

“Ah, no. Don’t know him. Sorry.”

“My apologizes, I just thought I’d check out it.”

“Ok. Cool.”

I stood there with a dumb look on my face as he lit a cigarette. Other patrons walked out to smoke & I took that as my cue to return inside.

I met a friendly older woman there who Charlie had mentioned to be cautious of. He spoke of her in riddles, never came out and said exactly what he meant. He made it clear that I was to be careful of her. She’s funny, smart and looks a bit worn.  She also has health issues, which can be made worse when drinking & smoking.

We went for a drink that turned into a few more.

I should probably start referring to her as tileface. She ends up on the bathroom floor, not every time but its to the point where almost all the bar patrons know how she is.  She’s that friendly older woman who “loves it when you buy me shots.” If someone buys me a drink, that’s great. I’m not one to buy them for others, mostly for just my drinking buddy.Barefoot and casamigos

Drinking my new drink “Barefoot Spritzer” and she’s drinking something with Jack in it. We chatted. I also met another chick who is covered in scars from where she had cut herself several times over. There are tattoos that cover her skin as well. She stops by after work before she heads home. She is a woman who will not be afraid to admit that she’s a slut. That she calls the shots to her life, dependent on no one for whatever she needs. However, I still see the pain in her eyes. After talking to her I realize that she was the one that Charlie had moved in with last year when I had broken my foot. He told me he was using her because she was willing to give him a warm place to sleep, cook his meals, transport him places. She shared that she quickly grew tired of being used and kicked him out.

I start to lose her voice in a sea of bar noise I look across the bar to the cool table. I see Charlie’s former crew looking at me. I swear I almost felt their judgment, judging me for sitting here talking to “the cutter.” Most of the patrons know her reputation & they know she cuts herself. Should I judge her for that? Nope. We continue to share stories about the high of sex. She asked me if I am a sex addict. I revealed some of my sex experiences to her. Nothing too detailed just enough to let her know we have something in common. However, I’m no longer that person. That person only exists in my memories, that person who got drunk and fucked strangers was someone who needed to feel something because numbness & emptiness. I feel for her.

I had drank enough to feel a wonderful buzz. The bartender had given me a shot of Casamigos. George Clooney’s tequila. Made in Jalisco Mexico where my family is from, tastes so smooth going down cold. It was the kick I needed to push my buzz over the edge. You know that feeling, when you can talk to total strangers, when you think you can dance and that everybody wants you. LOL. I become friendly, touchy and loud. I continued to enjoy my buzz for just a little while longer…

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