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My Best Friend’s John (Part 2)

“Tess, don’t worry about anything. This is a transaction between us. It’s business. I am not going to tell anyone, and I know you won’t say anything. Relax. It’s good.” He stroked my face and it put me at ease.

“Now take off the fucking skirt, you pretty little whore. Your sweet ass is mine for two hours.”

I slowly unzipped my skirt, letting if fall on the floor.  Underneath, I was wearing my favorite pair of Victoria’s Secret pink and black lace panties, with a bra to match. He sat on the couch and watched me. I couldn’t read his face. What was he thinking? He just glared at me, staring deep within my eyes. It almost unnerved me.

Without hesitation, he reached up and ripped my panties off.

“On your knees, slut.” he quipped.

I was flustered. I dropped to my knees facing him, thinking he wanted me to suck his cock. But that’s not what he wanted.

“Open your legs more” he ordered, “stick that ass up for me.”

I did as he asked, wondering which hole he would assault first. He came up behind me and felt my wetness. I was aroused with anticipation and fear.

“I think I want you on the couch. Bend over ass up.”

He walked over to me and pulled my ass into his face, licking my holes voraciously, as if he were starving. I shuddered with pleasure as he persisted.

“Cum you little whore. Cum for me.”

I bucked and buckled, trying to stay balanced as my legs began shaking. It felt so good that I couldn’t hold back. He wouldn’t let up. At all.

I spilled over the edge and let out expletives that would make a sailor blush.

I didn’t have a moment to regroup before I felt him inside of me. Furiously fucking me. He almost seemed angry. I loved every thrust. I loved that he held me by the hair. I loved the primal depravity of it all. He growled, “Take it slut. Take that cock.” I took the assault until I heard him bellow and roar as he climaxed.

Pulling the condom off, he looked at me and said, “I hope you know you are going to get fucked severely tonight. This was just the beginning.” I liked the sound of that. We got ourselves cleaned up and retreated to his bedroom. His bed was large and imposing with nice black sheets. His room was in meticulous order and I began to understand more of his personality.

“Get on the bed. Spread your legs.”

I got on the bed and did as he’d instructed. Most of my calls were not this involved. I wondered if he would have been this way had we not known each other? I felt his fingers probing for my hole as he pushed several inside of me. It was a tight fit and I gasped. He looked at me and grinned. He placed his thumb on my clit as he began his ravenous torture. I was so aroused and on the edge, that I felt I would explode at any moment. He knew it. He liked having that control over me.

I felt my walls caving in, encasing his digits as he abruptly stopped. “You don’t get to cum just yet.” His cock was hard and he wanted me to pleasure him. I shimmied down between his legs and took his shaft into my mouth. I took him deeply and slowly, edging in further with each stroke. Sliding my tongue all around his tightly stretched skin. He moaned with pleasure and rubbed the back of my head as I went about my work.

He pulled me up to his chest and whispered in my ear, “Ride me.”

I straddled him as he pushed his rock-hard dick inside me. He held my hips as my body began to grind on his. He pulled me down to kiss him, which is something most escorts are told not to do. I hesitated. But he held me there and passionately kissed my mouth. It felt nice with him. He rolled over on top of me and took control. Fucking me slow and deep. It was an intentional rhythm, designed to drive me mad.

“You like how I fuck you don’t you?”

I couldn’t lie. I did. I loved how he fucked me.  He was an incredible lover. His endurance was impressive. The more he gave, the more I wanted. I looked at the time and it had already been an hour and thirty minutes. His time was almost up.

“John, our time is almost over. We have about 30 minutes left.”

He looked at me and clutched my throat. “Guess I will have to work hard to get my money’s worth.”

I don’t remember many of the physical details after that moment. It was as if I had an out of body experience. The one thing I remembered was the way he whispered in my ear. The things he said to me.

He told me how he’d met a young woman in Guatemala during a business trip. She was working as a food vendor near the hotel where he was staying. He told me how he fucked her for days. How she would pass out afterward and he would do her as she slept. How she moaned and begged him for more.

He whispered all of the things he wanted to do me.  In obscene detail. All of the ways he wanted to take me. How he wanted me to scream and moan like the woman in Guatemala. How he wanted me to be so spent that I couldn’t go on my next call. How he wanted me to think of him every time I took a step. How he wanted to hear me beg. His words were intoxicating and I almost lost track of the time.

Lucky for me, my pager went off. It’s was Gina letting me know that my next client wanted to book me for the rest of the night. (All night? Fuck! I didn’t have it in me) But, I got dressed and pulled myself together. I’d never been so shaken from a call before. He was one of the most intense encounters I’d ever had. John walked me to the door wearing a smirk on his face.

He leaned down to kiss my cheek and said, “That was amazing. Count me in as a new regular. Until next time, you dirty little slut.”

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My Best Friend’s John

My summer was quite busy that year. Between the marathon weekends at Dick’s and my busy work schedule, I was constantly on the move. Trying to balance it all was challenging, but I loved the rush of everything.

And I will let you in on a little secret…I loved being fucked every night. 

The escort business was booming. I had a huge clientele and my nights were booked, sometimes weeks in advance. I was in such demand that I rarely had to meet with new clients. But, on occasion, I asked Gina to book with me new people. I loved that feeling. The nervous twinge of meeting a new lover for the first time made me wet with anticipation.

In spite of my booked schedule, I managed to make time for friends and family. I would carve out time with my best girlfriends. Most of them had no idea what I was doing. They would have been appalled at the thought of having sex for money. Funny thing, most of them were married, stay at home wives…having sex with their husbands for money. Same thing, different label. One my best friends, Paula, knew all about what I did. She was open-minded and loved hearing my naughty stories.

She was a gorgeous, raven-haired woman. Tall and curvy, she was beautiful. We met at work (my legit day job). She was new to the area and had recently relocated with her long-term boyfriend, leaving her hometown in North Carolina, to be with him. I just loved Paula. We were fast friends. She was my safe space. I could tell her anything, and I told her everything. Not long after, she and John purchased a house, and then they broke up. They had this volatile, on-again/off-again relationship. Much like Sid and Nancy, but without the heroin. After this last breakup, Paula met a great guy and decided to get married. And just like that…they did.

I was at home on a Sunday afternoon, spending the allotted time with my parents, when I heard the faint buzz of my pager from the bedroom. I knew it was Gina. But my first call was not until 10:00 pm. It was only 4:30. I wondered if they’d canceled. I called her as soon as I could.

“Hey Gina, what’s up?” I asked.

“Not much, doll. You up for taking on a new client?” she asked.

“When?” I asked.

“He’s asked for someone to be over around 7:00. It’s a house call. I know the area. It’s a nice neighborhood. You may get yourself a new regular…”

She knew how to sell me. Seriously, I learned most of my sales techniques from Gina. She was the master.

“Sure! I will go.”

She was pleased. She said, “I think you’ll like this guy. He sounds like your type.”

I laughed and said, “Really? So what is my type?”

“You like them dirty. I get the feeling you’re in for a fun night. Call me and check in when you get there.”

At 7:00, I pulled into up to the house. It was a nice 2-story Cape Cod with a large privacy fence in the back. I noticed the gray Mercedes in the driveway with North Carolina plates. I instantly thought of Paula…she was from North Carolina. Interesting.

I walked up to the door and rang the bell.

I was not prepared. Simply, not prepared. 

Standing in front of me was John, Paula’s ex. There was a look of recognition in his eyes and then I watched his lips curl into a most sinister grin. I didn’t know whether to be excited or scared.

“Why, hello there. Don’t I know you?” he smirked. SHIT! This had never happened before…being on a call with someone I knew!  I was at a loss for what to do…what to say…so I smiled back as I stepped into his house, brushing by him. I looked back with a naughty grin and said, “You do, John. But I think you are about to get to know me on a much deeper level.”

And just like that, I set the tone.

Once inside, I called Gina to check in. There was no way for me to tell her the situation, as he was standing right there. I just did my typical check-in and before I hung up, he asked to speak with her.

He stared at me as I gave him the phone.

“Hello, Gina. Yes…everything is fine. It’s very good. I would actually like to book an extra hour, if that’s possible.”

Gina asked to speak with me and I consented, so it was set. I was going to spend two hours there. With my best friend’s ex-boyfriend. Who was paying me as an escort. You truly cannot make this shit up. 

We retired to the couch for small talk. I was more nervous that usual. This guy actually knew me…my real name…where I worked. I wondered if he would tell anyone. My mind was racing. He could clearly see that I was uneasy.

“Tess, don’t worry about anything. This is a transaction between us. It’s business. I am not going to tell anyone, and I know you won’t say anything. Relax. It’s good.” He stroked my face and it put me at ease.

“Now take off the fucking skirt, you pretty little whore. Your sweet ass is mine for two hours.”

(To be continued)

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The Connoisseur

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For the last three decades, I have managed to tangle myself in some precarious predicaments.  Most of these sordid scenarios involved a man, or men (note the shift to plural) and sex was always on tap.  Quite honestly I stopped keeping a numeric record of my conquests many years ago.  It was too taxing to place a number on each of them.  So instead, I began keeping a mental “top ten” list.

Today, I would like to dish on my top cocks.  Yes, you read that correctly.  I know…how crude.  But let me just cut to the chase…I love cock.  I worship cock.  Over the years I have had them in all shapes and sizes.  You could say that I have become a bit of a connoisseur (or “cockisseur”) from my vast experience.  I study them.  I learn from them.  To this day, every time I pleasure my One, I learn something new.  A new trick.  A new sensation.  A new way to please Him more.  And believe me, I am always hungry and thirsty for knowledge.

Let’s start this countdown of my most memorable members, with those who packed some serious heat.  It’s often said that “size doesn’t matter” and I couldn’t agree more.  However…there is something to be experienced when you are stretched and filled to capacity.  When every movement is a reminder of their impressive stature.  And let me clarify before I go any further…these are not my top ten lovers.  I am only talking about cock.  A person could be hung like a Derby winner, but have the sex skills of Sheldon.

Which brings me to…the doctor.  Not a medical doctor, but rather a PhD (note, the D stands for DICK).  I met him online.  He lived on the coast about 2 hours from me.  He coaxed me to visit him one weekend.  Prior to that we talked for weeks and exchanged photos.  He was average looking, but seemed like a nice guy.  As our conversations progressed, he sent me a picture of his impressive cock.  And I honestly thought he had photo-shopped it, or copied a pic online.  So I wasn’t expecting much.  He was more average looking than his pic and quite short…but DAMN.  His dick was huge.  And he had a piercing.  I’d never experienced anything like that.  He fucked me on his balcony in broad open daylight and I am sure anyone in a two mile radius heard me.  Every thrust made me gasp in ecstasy.  But he couldn’t hold a conversation.  He had very peculiar eating habits, and acted like Rain Man in the restaurant.  He was just a bit weird and socially awkward.  I realized quickly that we would never go any further than the weekend.  All I wanted was the sex…so we stopped trying to talk, we stopped trying to connect and we fucked until we both passed out, woke up and then, we fucked again.

There were a few others that fall into “The Heat Packers” category.  There was the older gentleman, who was into BDSM and introduced me to caning. (Such fond memories) He was quite a bit older than he professed, and I was initially put off by it.  I don’t like deception.  I almost backed out of our encounter, until I saw what he was packing.  This senior had a cock the size of my forearm and he was quite savvy with using it.  He was an expert in Tantric sex and he taught this little girl a thing or two…or ten.  I felt like I gushed every time he pushed himself inside me.

There was the retired NFL player.  I had never seen anything like Mr. Johnson’s Johnson.  I salivated from both sets of lips.  I didn’t know if I wanted to mount him or suck him first.  I just knew…I wanted him inside me.  And I left his place that night with TMJ from having to open my mouth so wide…and I could barely walk.  For DAYS.  Moral of the story…you can have too much of a good thing.

Enough of the big stuff…let’s dish on the others.  There was “Captain Hook” whose cock had an actual curve to it, to the left.  I was disappointed when I first saw it thinking it wouldn’t hit the right spots.  Boy…was I wrong.  The “hook” hooked me.  He understood how to use the curve to his advantage.  And I had another one whose member curved upwards.  That was another fun time.  And was especially hot when we did anal. It was the perfect blend of pleasure and pain.

There are the “pretty boys” whose cocks were a work of art.  If I possessed artistic flair, these are the ones I would have sketched, framed and put in my living room on display…on a fucking gallery wall.  The one that comes to mind is the drill instructor whose face and physique were a work of art…and when he dropped trou, I saw the clouds part and heard angels sing.  His cock was perfection.  Smooth.  Nice girth.  Perfect length.  The head was well-defined and fit snugly in my throat.  I loved to worship him.  I loved looking at his perfect member.  I loved how he fucked me.

There was my college boyfriend.  He had a beautiful dick.  He was ahead of the times and was clean shaven before it became popular and his cock was long and smooth.  It was very long.  He was 6’4 and his member was a representation of his long stature.  I remember how he would wake me up in the morning, already inside me.  I have never enjoyed a wake-up call as much I did then.

There are the “don’t judge the book by the cover” ones.  As I mentioned earlier in the post, I was surprised by how some of the most unassuming ones, were packing heat.  There were those who were absolutely incognito.  There was the detective.  He was a client of mine, when I worked for the escort service.  I was a bit worried when I realized he was in law enforcement…and thought…well, here goes, I’ll be in jail by midnight.  But he truly just wanted to fuck someone who was not as inhibited as his dowdy little wife.  He wore glasses and looked the part of a nerd.  Not judging ( I love a nerd) and I thought…okay, let’s get this over with.  I was surprised, he had a very nice dick.  Well-proportioned.  And once clothes were off, he lost his nerd-like demeanor and handled his business.  He paid for an extra hour and even fucked me in the ass. He was confident because he was aware of his manhood.  And on the flip side…there was the triathlete who had some serious swagger.  I was anticipating a wild romp in the hay…but not the case.  His endurance was limited to athletics and I wondered if he had used steroids.  We will just leave it at that.

So to recap…I have had my share of surprises, disappointments and more than my fair share of learning along the way.  One thing is I am and always will be enamored with the male anatomy.  It’s certainly not penis-envy, but rather pure adoration and appreciation of cock.  And on that note, I will close.

Think it’s time to “adore and appreciate” someone…

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Sand and Surf (Conclusion)

“Let’s go down to the pool” he said.

“I don’t have my swimsuit with me” I said. We were staying in the same hotel, but I didn’t want to risk waking Wendy’s parents trying to get it.

Tony looked at me and grinned. “Don’t worry. You won’t need it”

At his recommendation, I threw on one of his t-shirts, grabbed some towels and followed him into the hallway. I had nothing on underneath. In fact, it was the one time in my existence that I wore an Ohio State t-shirt, which was blasphemous for a Georgia girl.

We made our way to the pool. It was empty except for a middle-aged couple in the hot tub.  They’d been drinking and were talking a bit loud. They left a few minutes after we arrived.  As soon as they were out of sight, Tony turned to me and said, “Let’s get in the pool”

He took his shorts off and stood there naked, impatiently waiting for me to take off the t-shirt, and join him in the water. I was a bit nervous. After all, I was on vacation, with my best friend and her parents, who were staying in the same hotel. But hell, I’d already had sex on the beach, in the open, at least the pool was a bit more secluded and dimly lit.

I took off the t-shirt and followed Tony into the pool. It was as warm as bath water. We swam around and splashed each other. It was just another form of foreplay for us. He pulled me over to one of the ladders. I thought he wanted to get out, so I began to climb up the ladder, when he came up behind me and grabbed my breasts. I felt his hard cock on my leg. I could see he was ready to finish what we’d started upstairs.

I opened my legs wider as I held onto the ladder for support. He steadied himself with one hand on the ladder and the other on my hip, as I felt him enter me. It was so erotic. Being in the water, naked, in public, with no concern for who may see us. I loved how the water made us weightless as we moved in sync on the ladder.

He pulled me closer into his body, whispering in my ear. “You know what I really want, Tess?” he asked. “I want you to suck me under water. Do you think you can do that?”

I pondered it for about 3.5 seconds as I turned to face him.

“Turn around and sit on the ladder.” I said.

He sat on the ladder and stroked his cock beneath the water. I could see how turned on he was. I took a deep breath and dove underwater to face him. I got very close to his body and managed to take his cock into my mouth without having to come up again for air. He put his hands on my head and guided the pace. I was not able to do it for long before coming to the surface to breathe.

I felt like a naughty mermaid, enchanting her lover. I was quite impressed with myself. All of those swim lessons at the YMCA, sure paid off. Soon I descended beneath the surface and took him in my mouth again. This time, I was able to suck a little longer. I would emerge for air and excitedly return to my task below. Each time it seemed I was able to stay down for bit more time. He loved it.

His pace quickened and I could tell he was ready to explode. He pulled me back to the surface as he wanted to fuck me again. We swam together over to the shallow end. He had me sit on one of the steps leading into the water. I faced him as he pulled my legs up by the ankles, opening me wide. I held onto the rail and he fucked me right there. On the concrete steps. My back hurt from the pressure, but I didn’t care.

Afterward we got out the pool, dried off and put on our clothes (remember, for me it was just his t-shirt). We were both exhausted and decided to lay on some lounge chairs by the pool before heading back upstairs. In a matter of minutes, we fell asleep.

I woke up to Wendy standing over me fussing. “Get up! It’s 4:00. My mom is going to be pissed!” Apparently, she and John had fallen asleep upstairs. I jumped up and grabbed my sandals, scurrying off with Wendy. Tony was still passed out by the pool. John was coming down the stairs to get him, as we were going up.

We managed to slip into our room undetected, artfully sliding into bed without a sound.  In typical fashion, Wendy’s mother woke us up around 7:00. Bleary-eyed and sore, I stumbled to the bathroom for a shower and realized that I was still wearing Tony’s Ohio State t-shirt. Lucky for me, no one noticed.

Later that afternoon, we packed up to return home. We’d originally planned on staying one more night, but Wendy’s sister was feeling ill, so we cut the trip short. Which was fine with me. After all, I’d played on the beach with Aaron, learning more than I ever wanted to know about sand. I’d played in the water with Tony, learning an important life skill that gives new meaning to the term “snorkeling.”

By my tawdry standards, it was a very successful trip.

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Sand and Surf (Part 2)

I was out of commission by the second day of our vacation. I learned that sand and sex do not mix well.  And like most everything I’ve gleaned from life, I learned it the hard way. (No pun intended.)

Wendy was a true friend. She put herself on a voluntary hiatus, so that I would not be the odd girl out. We spent the next couple of days sunbathing. At night, we would go to an all-age dance club.  We would dance the night away and stroll in about 1:00 am. It was good clean fun (for a change) and we both enjoyed it. Sometimes, we would hang out at the hotel pool for a while.

One evening, as we soaked our tired dancing feet in the pool, we were joined by two young gentlemen, John and Tony.  They were from Ohio, on vacation with John’s grandparents. John was 18 and was planning to enlist in the military in the fall. He had red hair and a stocky build. Tony was 19 and had the most intense brown eyes. John was intellectual and witty, which was typically my type. But this time, I wanted Tony.

It was getting late and we didn’t want to push our luck with Wendy’s parents, so we made plans to hang out the next day.  After breakfast, Wendy and I went down to the beach for another day of sunbathing and people-watching. John and Tony joined us that afternoon. We walked down to a small amusement park and spent the rest of the day riding all the rides. It was great fun.

That evening we met up with them for dinner at a seafood restaurant. John’s grandparents insisted on meeting us and treated us all to dinner. Funny, Wendy’s parents didn’t even ask where we were eating. His grandparents were very nice and asked a ton of questions. I was always at ease with the parental types since I’d duped my own parents for years. They left the meal thinking we were such nice girls.

As we say down South, “Bless their hearts.”

We all went out dancing, which was simply an act of foreplay for me. Tony moved well on the dance floor and I could just imagine how he would move in bed. He was of Latin descent and sex oozed from his pores.

“It’s hot in here” he said as the music changed to a slow dance.

I leaned into him, “Yes, it is. I’m thirsty. How about you?”

“Very thirsty” he said. “But I’d rather have something other than what they are serving here.”

I could see where this was going. I played coy, “What are you thirsty for, Tony?” I asked.

“I have some vodka back at the hotel. I just need to get some orange juice for a mixer. Want to walk back with me and get a drink?”

Again, being the dirty little slut I was (and still am) I knew exactly where this was going.

I smiled at him with a mischievous grin, “Sure, Tony. Let’s go have that drink.”

We walked back to the hotel. On the way, he stopped at a convenience store and bought some juice. We walked into the room and he fixed us a drink. I was hoping he’d forget about the drink, and drink me instead. But we tossed back our beverages quickly and he proceeded to make us another. (I really felt like telling him that he didn’t need to get me drunk to fuck me, but he seemed intent on getting a buzz.)

We drank that one a bit more slowly.

He took off his shirt. His tanned skin glistened in the light. I wanted him. Badly.

He leaned over and kissed me. I felt his hands on my skin, moving up my thighs as he reached up my dress. My panties were soaked with desire and he could tell how badly I wanted him.

He pushed his fingers within my folds, feeling my sticky wetness. He pushed farther into my throbbing hole. One finger, then another. Pushing three inside me. I moaned a heavy sigh, as I felt him stretch me. God, I wanted him to fuck me.

He loved watching my face as my greedy cunt grasped his digits. I lost all inhibitions and fell into the moment. Grinding. Pushing. Bucking. Edging closer to an orgasm. Just as I was about to cum, he pulled his fingers out of me and pushed his hard cock inside. He pounded my body with his as he licked his fingers. I leaned up eagerly licked them too, which sent him over the edge. I could feel his cock spasm as he unloaded inside me.

I then pushed my fingers into my ravaged hole and brought them to my lips…slowly and deliberately cleaning his hot load off of each of them as I stared into his eyes. He took my lead and pushed his fingers inside me, putting them to my lips.

“Suck them clean for me.” he said. He watched me take each of his fingers deep within my mouth as I meticulously sucked and licked his seed from them. He was so aroused by this, that he was ready to fuck again in a matter of minutes.

My legs were up on his shoulders when Wendy and John came in. That was awkward, but they didn’t seem to mind, as they were locked at the lips walking towards John’s bed. They were in their own world and didn’t seem to mind that we were there. Tony was not as comfortable with the arrangement.

“Let’s go down to the pool” he said.

“I don’t have my swimsuit with me” I said. We were staying in the same hotel, but I didn’t want to risk waking Wendy’s parents trying to get it.

He looked at me and grinned. “Don’t worry. You won’t need it”

(To be continued)

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Sand and Surf (Part 1)

Summer 1988

Daytona Beach, Florida.  Summer had just begun and I found myself on vacation with my best friend, Wendy and her family. Her mother had just remarried and the only way she could really go on a “honeymoon” was to take the kids along. So there we were: her mom, new stepdad, little sister, older sister, Wendy and me, all crammed into their new minivan (which looked like a lunchbox on wheels). We ventured down from Georgia to the Florida coast in record time.

Once there, her mother “excused” us to go see the sights.  She also excused her sisters to grab some food. I think she wanted some alone time with her new hubby. Wendy and I put on our bikinis and raced down to the ocean to check out the scene. There were people everywhere. We grabbed some chairs and secured a spot in the sand while we took it all in.

Although it was late in the afternoon, we managed to get a head start on our tans. Please note, Southern girls, (especially back then) were all about their tans. It was a sign of status. It was something you “worked” on. It was something to be achieved. And we were well on our way. In fact, I got a bit too much sun and my shoulders were pink. We headed back to the room to get showered and changed for dinner.

Her family was so different from mine. With my folks, we always had a big production over dinner. Where we were going…how far away it was…who was driving…when we were leaving…and it went on and on. With her family, her stepdad gave us each $20 and told us to grab whatever we wanted.

And we were off again.

This may sound cheesy, no…not “may” sound, it will sound cheesy, but stay with me. Wendy and I looked so much alike that people regularly mistook us for twins. So we often dressed alike, which always drew second glances…exactly what we wanted.  We were almost identical except she was slightly taller and her eyes were a true blue. But I had the C-cups and fuller lips. Dressed in red tanks and white shorts, we hit the strip in search of some fun.

We were approached by so many different guys. Some of them our age, some of them older, some of them MUCH older. They flocked around us. I think most men have some type of deep-seeded twin fantasy. And we loved the adoration. 

There was a pair of young men that seemed to hold our attention longer than the others. They were dental students on vacation from somewhere up north. Aaron was very blonde, with an angular face and dark eyes. He was quiet and pensive. He reminded me of Sting. I could tell there was a darkness underneath his introverted surface, so I gravitated more towards him. His friend’s name was Jeremy. He was muscular, loud and raucous, just how Wendy liked her men. 

We grabbed some food at a local diner and then set out for a nightly stroll on the beach. Wendy and Jeremy walked ahead of us. They were drinking beer and laughing. They chased each other in the water and played around like kids. It was their version of foreplay. Aaron and I hung back a bit. We were in the middle of a long chat about physics (no lie). I was turned on by his intellect. I enjoyed his awkwardness. I knew he had potential to be a lot of fun. The ones who are wound the tightest, usually are. We decided to sit down on an abandoned blanket on the beach and continue our conversation.

“Wendy and Jeremy seem to be having a lot of fun,” he said, motioning over to where they were. Wendy was on Jeremy’s shoulders while he ran into the waves.  He would pretend to throw her into the water and she would squeal for him to stop. They were having a ball. “Are you sure you want to hang out with me? I know I am bit boring compared to him.”

I smiled at him, “No. I am right where I want to be, Aaron. I enjoy these deep conversations.”

He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. I laid back on the blanket and looked up at the sky. It was truly magical to see the stars like that. I was trying to decipher the constellations, when I felt his mouth on mine.

His kiss was choppy and nervous. He seemed unsure of himself, which made him even more awkward. I reached up and touched his cheek, pushing the hair away from his eyes. He stopped and looked at me. Stared at me, like he’d never felt that type of touch. Then he leaned in to kiss me again, but this time, it was good.

Soon he was on top of me. Right there…on the beach, just like in “From Here to Eternity” but we were far away from the water’s edge.  In fact, we moved back a bit, behind a dune for privacy.  We undressed each other without hesitation, with no worry about our location.  It was pure passion. The kind you have with someone you’ve just met, that you know you’ll never see again. It’s liberating.

I felt him enter me. I could tell he was not as experienced as me, but that was okay. I was accustomed to being the teacher. I guided the rhythm and pushed my hips to meet his. It was so incredibly hot, being out there on the beach and the risk of being caught fueled my fire. I pulled him into my body and flipped positions on him. Being on top gave me even more control. He loved it. He’d never had a woman on top before. He was enamored with my soft, full breasts and teased them relentlessly. He came within minutes of me mounting him. His loud growl could be heard halfway down the shore.

We got ourselves dressed and caught up with Wendy and Jeremy. Both of them were drunk, soaked from the ocean and spent from their little tryst on an empty lounge chair. Aaron and Jeremy walked us back to our hotel and bid us goodnight. It was 3:00 in the morning. Wendy’s parents were sound asleep. We managed to slip into bed unnoticed.

That morning, her mother woke us up early for breakfast. I rolled out of bed, sore and tired. I shuffled to the bathroom and felt like I was on FIRE.  No, not from a sunburn. That would have been far less painful. Sand had migrated into my nether regions during my little jaunt on the beach. Yikes! But that’s what you get when you play in the sandbox, right? 

All of that on the first night of the vacation. There were six more days to stir up trouble…and we made sure we did. beach blanket-1

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Dick, The Finale

I think it was Julia Child who said, “With enough butter anything is good.”

You know, she was right about that. Although, I will admit that Dick was good without the butter, but the butter made it better. Somehow it made the steamy hot scene, even sexier.

Thankfully we moved from in front of the (hot) stove to the kitchen table. I can still hear the sound of the table scraping on the tile floor from the friction of his rhythmic pace. I can still remember the way he gripped my hips. The way he ravaged me. And I also remember that I loved every second of it.

As he came closer to the edge, he reached around and began torturing my clit with his fingers. I simply could not take all of that stimulation at once and had a sobbing, screaming orgasm, right there, face down on his kitchen table. He came soon after I did, collapsing beside me on the table.

We just looked at each other for what seemed an eternity. Neither of us said anything. My face was tear-stained from the intensity of what had just happened.  He looked at me with such concern, wiping my eyes with his thumb. And without a word, Dick took me by the hand and led me to another part of the house to the guest bathroom. I’d not noticed it before, but this bathroom had a huge claw-foot tub.

He turned on the water and walked out of the bathroom for me to have a bath. I gingerly got into the tub and relaxed in the warm water. I was spent. Completely spent. It was so soothing. The lights were dim, as it was only illuminated by the light from the hallway.  I was exhausted and relaxed. Just as I was about to doze off, he walked in with a plate of eggs and some juice.

He sat on the floor next to the tub and we shared a plate of cold eggs and dry toast. Again, neither of us saying anything. When we were finished, he took the plate back to the kitchen and returned with a towel for me.  I dried off and practically stumbled to his bed. He showered and joined me soon after.

We slept until noon.

I remember the soreness I felt that day. Every muscle in my body ached. It was a good sore. I liked that feeling. Dick woke up, turned on the coffee pot and dressed for his daily run. Every day, he ran at least three miles. It was his drug. I grabbed a cup of coffee and sat outside while I waited for him.

When he returned home, I asked him, “So what’s on the agenda today?”

He grinned a devilish grin, and I thought, oh shit…I cannot handle any more sex right now. My legs felt like Jello and I knew I’d probably pass out at the first orgasm.

He said, “Hmmm, Tess.  I don’t know. Let’s grab a late lunch and maybe see a movie or something?”

I breathed a sigh of relief. My poor body needed a respite from the sex marathon we’d had. I said, “Lunch and a movie? That sounds great!”

He smiled and said, “Good! But on the way home, I need to pick up some things at the store.”

“I am all out of butter.”

On a side note, I later realized that Dick’s ingenuity with butter was not likely his original idea. About seven years ago, I watched the movie, The Last Tango in Paris, for the first time. I have a sneaky suspicion, Dick took that taboo tidbit from the infamous butter scene.

Such a bad boy, that Dick.  

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A Man Named Dick (Part 2)

He moved closer to me and said, “You do make house calls don’t you, Tess?”

I grinned and said, “I sure do, Dick. For you, I will.”

So it was set…

I was making a “house call” as he so cleverly put it.  When it was time to leave for the day, Dick pulled me aside.

“Why don’t you just spend the weekend with me?”

I thought about it for a minute. I was off of “call” for the weekend. I had no other plans. He was a good kisser with an obvious dirty side. So I thought, what the hell…

“Sure, I’d like that.”

He smiled, “Good. Pack a bag and meet me over at my place around 8:00. We may be going out, so bring more than your nightie.” He snickered and winked at me.

“Where are we going?” I asked. I needed to know so I could prepare the perfect outfit.

He played coy with me, “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe dinner. Maybe drinks. Maybe hell”

“Hell?” (What the hell does “hell” mean???)

He said, “Yes, Hell.  Disco Hell. You up for it?”

Disco Hell was a themed night a local bar/pub sponsored once a month. They played 70’s disco music and most people dressed for the occasion in their bell bottoms, and disco dresses. And I had the PERFECT ensemble already.

My answer to him, “Hell yes!”

I got home and packed accordingly. I brought a sexy black gown, heels, a couple of outfits and a sultry sundress and my outfit for Disco Hell. It was a micro mini in a Pucci print, with a plunging halter top and platform heels. I managed to sell my plans to my suspicious parents (I’d just moved back home) as a girl’s trip to Athens for the weekend, and I set off to Chez Dick.

He lived in the historic district of town, where many of the old houses had been converted into apartments. I assumed he lived in an apartment too, but he actually lived in a house. It was a bungalow style from the 1940’s, mostly renovated. It was small but very nice. He met me at the car and helped me carry my bags in.

He took my bags to his room and toured me around the house. We ended up in the kitchen where he fixed me a drink and we sat in there and talked for a while. The chemistry seemed to be fading and I wondered if I’d made the right decision to spend the weekend.

It was almost 10:00 and the drinks were making me sleepy.  Maybe I was bored, who knows.  Dick could tell I was losing interest and said, “Get dressed, let’s go out.”

I hesitated for a moment, but then I remembered it was Disco Hell and I had a fabulous outfit. I excused myself to the bathroom to touch up my makeup and came out to get my outfit, where I found Dick lying on the bed, completely naked.

“I don’t have anything to wear to Disco Hell.” he smirked.

I took his cue and stripped down right there, and said, “Neither do I.”

He stood up and walked over to me. We stood there admiring each other. His physique was lean and toned. I’d not realized how tall he was, as I was usually wearing some type of heels. Naked and barefoot, I felt small in his presence. He pulled my mouth towards his and kissed me…like he meant it. I almost lost my balance. To play it off, I stepped back and gracefully dropped to my knees.

I looked up at him and saw that boyish grin on his face. I thought to myself, ‘he has no idea who he has in his bedroom right now…I am about to blow his mind.’ And I focused on his hard cock facing me.

And holy shit….Dick had a huge one. He was originally from the Midwest and I’d heard those Nebraska, corn-fed boys were big-hanging, but I had no idea Dick was packing such a compromising package. No wonder he went by the name Dick. Sorry, I digress.  But damn.

I was swift in my work, taking the entire length of his shaft down my throat. I was determined not to gag, because I was a professional after all. I should be able to handle my liquor and my Dick. And as I concentrated on the task at hand, I felt his hands on the back of my head.

“Take it all, Tess. You horny girl. Take it all. You want me to fuck your mouth don’t you? Don’t answer that. I know you do. Keep sucking that huge cock.”

Had my mouth not already been wide-ass open, I would have probably sat there with my mouth wide-ass open in shock, hearing such dirty talk from Mr. Nice Guy, Dick.

He pushed himself in and out of my mouth until I was a slobbering mess.  The makeup I’d just applied was long gone. We went on like that for a while when he pulled me up from the floor and put me onto the bed.

“Damn, you are good. I knew you would be. You have a certain look about you, Tess. You do know what your are doing. Now I am going to show you a thing or two.”

(To be continued)

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Triple Play Weekend, pt. 3

I arrived at the Hampton Inn, sore and tired. I smelled of sex and desperately needed a shower. I pulled my suitcase behind me, walking a little slower than usual. My legs felt like I’d run a marathon, which is partly true…I’d been on a sex marathon. Dave met me at the door, “Good morning, Beautiful. Come on in.  I just started the shower for you.”

He kissed me on the cheek and led me into the room. He placed my suitcase on the luggage rack.  “I am going to pick up breakfast for us, so take your time in the shower. I will be back in a few.”

The shower felt heavenly. The hot water relaxed my sore muscles as I tried to wash the dirty deeds from my skin. I thought about the last two days. I had been such a naughty slut. Fucking two men in two days…and I was in another man’s hotel room, taking a shower. I finished up and threw on my gown while I dried my hair. I heard Dave walk into the room and I peeked out of the bathroom.

“Are you hungry, Tess?” he asked.

I was starving. So much sex made me ravenous. I nodded to him. He smiled at me as he walked into the bathroom and began brushing my hair as I dried it. His touch was sweet and I felt comfortable with him. Once my hair was dry, we ate breakfast. He fixed my plate, as if I were a child, wiping some butter from my lip, just like my dad used to. It was a completely different experience for me. But I liked it. I needed to be pampered after all I’d done. He looked at me as I finished my plate.

“Are you planning to get dressed, young lady? Or are you wearing that sexy gown in hopes that I will have my way with you?”

Well…I might as well make it three for three, right?

“Dave, I guess I am being a bad girl. Maybe you should have your way with me.”

“Good. I am glad. Now on the bed, Princess. Face down. I am going to give you a massage. And take the gown off.”

I did as he instructed and he rubbed my shoulders and back. I was naked and exposed, but I felt safe.His hands were strong and experienced. He rubbed my lower back, then my ass his fingers moving down to my sweet spot. I was sore, but his touch was gentle and soft. I moaned with pleasure as he whispered, “I want you to cum for me, Princess.” And in a matter of minutes, I had an orgasm. He rolled me onto my back and pulled my legs onto his shoulders, licking me clean. He entered me in a slow, steady rhythm, carefully pulling me into him. He held both of my hands and placed them over my head as he pushed deeper.

“You should have been here with me last night, Princess. Shouldn’t you?” he growled. His pace was quickening and his thrusts were more forceful.

“Answer me, when I ask you a question.” he quipped. He was holding my arms down fucking me hard and fast. I felt myself closer and closer to orgasm.

“Yes…I should have been here with you.” I muttered, barely able to formulate a sentence.

He stopped and dropped down on his knees to devour me, relentless in his pursuit of my climax.  “Cum for me Princess. Cum all over me. Do it now.” and he pulled another orgasm from me, almost on demand.

At this point, I was spent. I’d had multiple orgasms with all three of my suitors and my body was exhausted. Just when I thought I could take no more, I felt him inside me again. He pushed my knees up to my shoulders and fucked the hell out of me. We both came in an absolute frenzy. He collapsed onto the bed and pulled me close to him.

“Did you like how I fucked you, Princess?”he asked, as he stroked my face, peering into my eyes for a response.

“Yes! I love how you fucked me. I also love how you take care of me.” I said.

He pulled me into his chest and kissed my forehead, “Good. That’s a good girl.”

We drifted off to sleep and were rudely awakened by housekeeping’s urgent knock at the door.  We’d slept beyond check out time. Dave called down to the front desk and explained that we fell asleep and would be out shortly.  We got dressed and headed out for some lunch.

I looked at the time and realized that there was no time to go out for lunch. My babysitter would be wondering where I was. So we decided to grab a quick bite at McDonalds, which was at the exit I needed to take to go home.

I told Dave what I wanted, but he cut me off mid-sentence. “I will order for you, Princess.  Now go find us a place to sit.” And with that he kissed my forehead.

I found a seat and he walked over with a tray of food.  He placed my order in front of me and unwrapped the chicken sandwich, and opened the straw putting it into my drink.  “Now eat. You have a long drive ahead of you.”

Without question…without becoming annoyed by his controlling way, I did as he asked. This time, he didn’t wipe anything from my face, as I was very careful not to let that happen again. He walked me to my car and we parted with a long hug and kiss, where he reached up and pulled a handful of hair…just to remind me who was in charge.  He was annoyed that I didn’t have a working Bluetooth and gave me one of his spare ones. “I want you hands-free and safe. I will call you in 45 minutes to see how your drive is going. Be safe, Princess” and with that he kissed me on the forehead and put me in the car.

Within 45 minutes, he called.  We talked for most of the drive back. Our call was interrupted several times by calls from Mark and Sean, but I stayed on the line with Dave. I l really liked Dave, but he was a bit too intense for me.  He wanted complete control over everything, and I was not ready to give anyone that level of control.  Nice guy…we saw each other a few times afterward and the sex was always good, but that was where it ended for me.

I drove home from my weekend in a pensive sort of mood. I thought back to the fun I’d had with Mark, the experience I had with Sean and his piercing and my time with Daddy Dom Dave.  They were all good guys. I had a good time with each of them.

That was one memorable Memorial Day weekend! Thank God I had Monday off of work to recover. Thinking back, I believe I took Tuesday off too.

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Triple Play Weekend, pt. 2

Memorial Day Weekend, 2014

Saturday morning arrived and I began packing to visit the pierced shrink in Hilton Head. Although I was only going for one night, I had no idea what to bring. Would we go out? Would we stay in? What type of lingerie should I pack? Sweet and demure? Tawdry?  So I ended up packing a bunch of shit I knew I didn’t need, but had ‘just in case’.  I arrived a couple of hours late (due to the babysitter’s delay) and I texted him when I pulled up at the main entrance.

He lived in a gated community on a marina. There were old world shops and cafes lining the sidewalk. His condo faced the water and he met me at the car. “It’s nice to meet you, I am Sean.” He got my suitcase from the trunk and took me by the hand as we walked towards his condo. My legs and body were still sore from being with Mark the day before. We boarded the elevator and out of nowhere, he pushed me up against the back wall and planted a deep passionate kiss on my unsuspecting mouth. “I can’t wait to have you.” he said.

His condo was on a corner unit, top floor. His large balcony faced the marina. We sat outside sipping on wine. I stood at the railing and looked out at all the boats when he walked up behind me, “I want you right here, Tessa.  Right now.”

At first, I was reluctant…shying away at the thought of fucking him outside on his balcony, but then I realized…I am on an island…with a shrink…with a piercing, so I went for it. He quickly disrobed me and himself. I wanted to look at his cock (before he put on the condom). I needed to see this piercing. His cock was quite large for his small stature, the piercing was a stud, midway down the shaft. I began to feel a tinge of panic, wondering if it would hurt when he entered me. I worried if the piercing would tear the condom…and before I could think about it, I felt him inside me.

I was still sore from being savagely fucked the day prior, but the piercing rubbed against my G-spot and sent me over the edge, almost instantly. He told me to hold on to the rail as he picked my legs up and fucked me deeper. It was so intense, I moaned…loudly. I didn’t care if anyone heard me…I didn’t care if anyone saw us…I just wanted more. We moved to his bedroom and he fucked me from behind. I watched him pound me from a mirror that faced the bed. It was a hot scene…primal and dirty. And it was about to get dirtier.

I felt him finger my ass with his thumb, as he fucked me, which drove me crazy. I was putty in his hands and he knew it. He pulled out of my cunt and pushed his cock in my ass. The piercing made me squeal as I pushed my body into his. I wanted it. I wanted the sweet tinge of pain that came with every thrust. He lasted a long time and I came repeatedly. The piercing sent me over the edge and I felt like an animal, a beast..glazed over from the pleasure. Dripping with desire for more. He reached orgasm and we moved to the shower. He went from being a sex god, to a quirky sixth grader in a matter of minutes. It was so strange. Afterward, went out for dinner and he was quiet. Very quiet. I received a text from the IT guy (Daddy Dom Dave) and I excused myself, telling the shrink it was the babysitter.

“Did you go to Hilton Head?” he texted.

I texted back, “Yes. I am here now.”

“Good. So am I. I was worried you may need me, so I booked a room at the Hampton. Is everything okay?”

I could not believe that he would travel to Hilton Head to ensure I was okay. It was thoughtful and creepy at the same time. Since I was already outside alone (taking the fictional call from the sitter), I decided to call him.

“I cannot believe you drove to Hilton Head to make sure I was okay. Thanks, stalker!” I said in a playful tone.

“Well, I also wanted to see you. And it’s only an hour away from my house. Let me take you to breakfast tomorrow. Ditch the shrink and meet me in the morning….or tonight, if you need to.” he laughed.

“I think I will stay over tonight. But I will call you if I need to. What time and where do you want to meet tomorrow morning?”

“Just come to the hotel and we can take my car. I know a great place on the water. Best breakfast you’ve ever had.”

“It’s a date! Now I need to get back to my date!”

I walked back inside the restaurant and he was ready to leave. From there, we walked to a bar in his community and I drank far more than I should have. Tipsy and horny we sauntered back to his place, where he fucked me again. And again. We fell asleep and he woke me up to fuck me again. The next morning arrived and I was exhausted and sore. I opened my eyes to find a cup of coffee waiting for me at the bedside. I heard him in the shower and decided it was a good time to make a swift exit. He was quiet when he got out of the bathroom, back to his quirky personality. I was packed up and ready to go.

“I have to get on the road. Thank you so much for having me.” I said.

“It was fun. Come see me again. Soon.” he said.

He offered to help get my suitcase to the car, but I’d already taken it down while he was in the shower. We kissed and I walked out the door, texting Dave, the Daddy Dom, as I walked to my car. Damn, my legs were so sore.

Me: “On my way to the Hampton. Can I use your shower when I get there. Needed to make a quick exit this morning.”

Dave: “Sure thing! Want some coffee?”

Me: “Yes. Please. I am sooo tired.”

Dave: “Room 212. Door will be open.Be safe driving.”

And there I was…on my way to visit bachelor #3. The last stop on my triple play adventure.

(To be continued)

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