Sep 25, 2007

Lunchtime Rendezvous

Gabirelle, when you told me that you were coming out to pick me up and that you'd be driving a friend's van, the dirty wheels of my mind went into overdrive.

I pictured us getting lunch to go somewhere and eating it in an isolated parking lot somewhere before going into the back of the van and having some fun. I imagined you taking me in your mouth -- you do it so well -- and giving me something to think about for the rest of my drab day at work.

Little did I know just what kind of van it was! Not too much privacy there!

I've not had a lot of experience with vehicular fun in my life, always very concerned about being caught. I've had one blowjob in a car before -- ten years ago this month, now that I think about it. It was another friend of mine, who brought sandwiches and thermoses of iced tea. We managed to find an unpopulated parking lot in a busy business district. After eating she asked if she could have dessert. I know it was a corny line, but as she reached for my belt buckle, I just didn't care if it was a groaner or not because I quickly became a moaner.

Anyway, thanks for taking me out. Those were the dirty thoughts I was telling you about...

Sep 24, 2007

Isn't It Strange

I can remember so few of the compliments I've received in my life but can recall with ease so many of the criticisms.

I was just thinking that today as I saw the reflection of me walking. Ten years ago I got my body weight down to what I was in high school and was told that I "still walk like a fat person." I don't even know what that means but I carry it with me every day.

Sexy Girl

An Important Question

I also wonder which hole Jesus would do?

Sexy Fairy

Sep 18, 2007

Her Little Friend

I was all set to meet my friend Grace for an afternoon romp when I got an unexpected call from her.

"I have something I need to ask you," she said solemnly. "I have a friend over and I'm wondering if it's okay if she stays. I'd like her to be there when we play."

I had been expecting a cancellation or worse. The addition of another woman for our rendezvous didn't sound too bad at all.

When I arrived, I was introduced to April; a diminutive lass with a voluptuous figure. She seemed slightly shy and very cute. She stayed close to Grace, almost as if she were afraid of me.

Grace always appreciated my tongue. An avowed bi-sexual, Grace swore that I could preform cunnilingus better than any lesbian she knew. She couldn't wait much more than a few minutes to shuck her clothes and get up onto her knees on the bed. "Come lick me, darling," she purred, her shaved pussy beckoning to me.

I got an idea and told April, "If you really want to make Grace happy, do what I do..." I got down on my knees at the edge of the bed and she followed my lead. I took Grace's tender left foot into my hand and she took the right one. I put my mouth over her big toe and began to suckle at it. Grace began moaning and this quickly turned into a squeal of pleasure as April began sucking on the big toe of Grace's right foot.

We both kneeled there, licking and massaging Grace's feet. Grace quickly slid a finger down the slit of her pussy and began masturbating as April and I worshiped her tender toes. I watched as April's tongue slithered along Grace's arch and heard Grace moan, "It's taking everything I have to not cum right now..."

I knew how much Grace loved having her feet worshipped and could tell that April was enjoying hearing Grace moan and groan as much as I did. Holding her hand flat over her pussy, Grace was pushing herself against her palm when she said, "I can't take it anymore. Mike, I need your tongue in my ass."

Grace was one of the only people that ever requested that I rim her. Since then, I was always sure to provide this to her. It was a special bond between us, I felt. She got up onto her knees, turning over and offering her tanned bottom to me. I got up on the bet behind her, kneeling on all fours, and slid my tongue up and down the crack. April still kneeled by the side of the bed, watching us.

As I pushed my tongue into the tight rosebud of Grace's ass, I felt a wonderful sensation. April had crawled up onto the bed with us and gotten underneath me to take my cock in her mouth. As I pushed my tongue in and out of Grace's tight ass, April was sliding her mouth up and down on my cock. Her hunger for cock was voracious. I had never felt someone so enthusiastic about fellatio before. It felt like her tongue was another hand, grabbing and stroking me as she slurped noisily between my legs. I felt light headed as I continued tongue fucking Grace's ass.

It was as if April's vacuum mouth was sucking the cum right out of me. I moaned into Grace's ass and began orgasming as April gulped down my cum.

Not wanting to leave anyone out, Grace turned over onto her back and told April, "Bring that sweet pussy over here." April put her legs around Grace's head as she began licking April with gusto. I watched this for a few minutes before I sank back between Grace's legs and began licking her pussy. I could hear her moans muffled under April and this seemed to telegraph up through and out of April who joined in the chorus of pleasure. It was like I was licking both Grace and April at the same time as the intensity of my tongue on Grace's clit seemed to mirror that which she applied to April's. Soon they were both writhing and moaning as they orgasmed in tandem, something that I'll never forget.

We collapsed in a heap of bodies, April to Grace's right and me to her left as we both lay in her arms and slowly ran our hands over Grace's glistening body. We chatted a while until April and I looked at each other and then both took Grace's nipple's into our mouths, starting the whole thing all over again...

Sep 2, 2007

Daddy's Boy: A Fantasy

I was working my first internship at college. Those were the days when I thought that being a lawyer would be one part "Paper Chase" and two parts "L.A. Law." There was nothing so glorious at Pierce and Pierce. They had a steady supply of free labor coming in from the university and rather than being the "star intern," I was just another face in the crowd. Or so I thought.

During my morning rounds as I was delivering mail to the executive offices (how glamorous), I was keeping my head down and going in and out of the offices as quickly and quietly as I could (as I had been directed). I was amazed when one of the executives, Mr. Beechem, took the mail directly from me and said, "Thank you, Michael." How he knew my name, I wasn't sure. We hadn't been introduced -- though I had been greeted officially at a Friday afternoon all-office gathering along with all of the other interns.

Mr. Beechem was a handsome man in his fifties. He had salt and pepper hair and his clothes were perfectly tailored. If I had to choose one word to describe him, it'd be immaculate. I noticed that his nails had been buffed to a fine sheen as they took the mail from me. It felt like Mr. Beechem was saying much more than just "good morning" when he spoke to me. Oddly, throughout the rest of the day, I kept coming back to that moment and it stirred something foreign inside of me.

The next morning, I was particularly excited to do my rounds again. The idea of seeing Mr. Beechem again was intriguing to me. He was there and he thanked me again for the mail. As I started to walk out of his office, Mr. Beecham spoke to me again, "Oh, Michael... I'm having a get together tonight. I was wondering if you would be interested in attending."

I stammered a bit before I agreed. He wrote down his address on the back of his business card and handed it to me. "I look forward to seeing you," he said and I think I blushed.

When I arrived at his estate, I wasn't surprised by the immaculately-tended grounds or ornate chateau. I was surprised to find that I was the only guest. Mr. Beechem's servant showed me in to the drawing room where Mr. Beechem was waiting.

"Michael, a pleasure to see you!" he exclaimed, genuinely happy to see me. He was a bit less aloof out of his office and definitely more relaxed in his dress and manner, though he was still immaculate. He offered me a glass of wine which I happily accepted. I don't know what I had expected in terms of this get together, but it wasn't being alone with one of the heavy hitters in a legal firm that some people would kill to work for. It took everything I had to not chug my wine.

"I asked you here tonight because you really caught my eye. There's something about you that makes you really stand out," Mr. Beechem said, his eyes boring into mine. He said it with such seriousness that I had a hard time not looking away. "I think you've got what it takes to really go far at Pierce and Pierce and I'd like to help you get there."

I was stunned. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This was terrific news!

"You're going to need a mentor and a protector. There will be a lot of jealousy if anyone knows that I'm sponsoring you. Do you want my help?"

"Oh yes, Mr. Beechem. What would be marvelous," I said, gushing a little more than I would have liked.

"Good," he said, getting up and taking my now empty wineglass with him. As he began refilling it he added, "All you have to do is ask."

It seemed like this was more of a question than a statement and an odd air of anticipation hung over the room.

"Uh, yes, Sir," I stammered. "I'd like your help."

Mr. Beechem handed me my wineglass. He smiled at me as he sat down. "I'm glad to hear it. Will you give yourself over to my guidance?" This seemed like an innocent question but the way that Mr. Beechem asked it, there seemed to be much more to it.

"Y-yes, Sir," I said, taking another drink of my wine as my throat seemed to have gone dry.

Mr. Beechem adjusted himself in his chair, making me realize just how close he was sitting to me. "Excellent. I really want to help you, Michael, and I think I have a lot to teach you." To emphasize the last few words, Mr. Beechem reached out and put his hand on my knee, startling me.

He continued, "I took the time to familiarize myself with all of the personnel records of the interns at the firm and you stood out. Something about what I read and what I've seen told me that you will be open to my tutelage." He had gone from touching my knee to stroking my leg gently. I felt very uncomfortable by his familiarity but, at the same time, it felt nice. And, to get this kind of one-on-one time with Mr. Beechem was invaluable.

"You're in need of a strong father-figure in your life. Someone to protect you, and to fight for you. Someone to make you feel safe. Doesn't that sound nice?"

It did. "Yes, Sir," I admitted.

"And doesn't that feel nice?" he added, his hand now rubbing my thigh. Breathless, I nodded ascent.

His hand continued, going up my leg and pausing slightly as he discovered my erection in my pants. "That's good," he said. "I'll be that person. I'll protect you. I'll help you. I'll make you know it. All that I ask is that you trust me. Do you trust me, Michael?"

His fingers were now stroking the head of my penis through my sheer dress pants. It was if he were tracking every vein and sending electricity straight from my penis to my brain. "Yes, Sir," I managed to say.

"When we're alone like this, I want you to call me 'Daddy,' understood?"

"Yes, S...Daddy." I said. As soon as I said the words, his mouth was on mine and his tongue was exploring my mouth ans his hand now squeezed my erection harder.

Mr. Beechem kissed me long and hard, his free hand going through my hair and gripping it tightly. It was as if he grew to three times his normal size. I felt absolutely tiny in his hands.

Leaning over me, he began pulling me down to the floor, laying me down on the plush rug that dominated the room. Laying next to me, Mr. Beechem quickly had my belt undone and was pushing my pants down before he moved his hands up to unbutton my shirt. His strong fingers found my nipples and he began touching one and then the other. The sensation was unbelievable. I felt like I was melting beneath him. This only intensified as he moved his mouth from mine and to my neck. Biting and sucking, I moaned aloud and this seemed to spur him on even more. Breaking for a second he said, "Tell Daddy that you like it."

"Like it? Oh, Daddy, I love it... it feel so good."

He bit down on my neck, the way a wild animal shows another that it could rip out the weaker beast's throat at any time. I surrendered to him completely. I was his. I was giving myself to him and he was taking me. As good as he was making me feel, I wanted to make him feel too. I reached out for him, trying to find where his penis could be in his pants.

"Shhh, shh," he said, putting my hands at my side. "Don't worry, Daddy will show you his cock when you're ready. Just be a good boy and let Daddy do what needs to be done."

Mr. Beechem was practically on top of me now as he put his tongue into my mouth once again. I don't know what possessed me, but I began sucking on his tongue. He could feel my suction and began drawing his tongue in and out of my mouth, as if he was making love to it. His fingers wrapped around my bare erection and he began stroking me in time with his tongue.

"That's a very talented mouth you have," he said, looking down at me. "That's good. That's something Daddy's going to enjoy. But, there's something Daddy needs to take care of first."

Getting between my legs, he pushed them up until they were high in the air. I grabbed the back of my thighs to help keep them up, not sure what was going on. Mr. Beechem undid his pants and freed his penis from his pants. As small as I felt before, I felt even moreso now. This was a man's penis I was seeing. It looked thick and veiny, the head was practically purple and the tip dripped clear liquid from it. Mr. Beechem spread this liquid around the head, adding a bit of his own saliva to the mix. I didn't know what was coming next until he put the now-slick head level with my asshole.

"Tell Daddy who you belong to," he said.

I couldn't lie. I knew the truth about this just as I now knew that he was about to fuck me. "I'm yours, Daddy. I belong to you."

As I said the final word, he moved his hips and pushed the head of his cock inside of me. I gasped and felt suddenly full in my behind.

"Who owns you?" he asked.

"You do, Daddy. You own me."

He pushed deeper into me. It felt like he was going to tear me apart with his manhood.

"Tell me what you need, little boy."

"I need you, Daddy. I need you to fuck me. I need to serve you." Where were these words coming from? I didn't know but they kept coming as he kept pushing deeper inside of me. "I need to be yours, to please you, to make you proud of me. I want to be the perfect boy for you. I want to do whatever you want me to do. I will be good for you, Daddy. I am yours."

He was now completely inside of me. I was completely invaded. I was completely his. He began rocking back and forth, going in and out of me with a steady rhythm. I could see the sweat on his brow and the concentration on his face. I could feel the warm, sweaty hair of his belly as it rubbed against my erection beneath him.

His breathing became hard and his thrusts more intense as I felt his balls slapping against my bottom. It felt as if his erection was getting even bigger now inside of me, growing with each breath. Bigger, and bigger, until there came an incredible sensation inside of me as Mr. Beechem orgasmed. I could feel the semen pushing deep inside of me and going around his penis until it came dripping out of my bottom. He continued to fuck me until his orgasm subsided.

Laying down next to me, spent, Mr. Beechem pulled me close to him, holding me in his arms. I felt safe there. Good. He stroked my hair and I felt like I belonged there with him, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, that I had found where I needed to be.

Mr. Beechem put my mouth onto his nipples and allowed me to feel them get hard under my tongue. It wasn't long until I could see that his penis was stirring again. "Now, show me how well you can use that mouth," he said. I didn't hesitate to take his erection into my mouth as deeply as I could. I choked myself a little in my vigor but soon got used to his girth and could take a good deal of it into my mouth for a few seconds at a time. My hand could barely wrap around the base of his penis completely.

I began stroking him and felt him get even bigger in my mouth. I worked my tongue around the head of his penis, swirling and sucking as best I could. My other hand cupped his heavy balls and he moaned softly as I began pumping my head up and down on him.

I could feel his balls tightening and tried to prepare myself for his orgasm. Even though he had just cum inside of me, his second orgasm seemed no less large as he flooded my mouth, giving me my first taste of semen. I swallowed it down hungrily, loving the sensation of him filling me up and loving that I knew this wouldn't be the last time. I kept sucking, as if I couldn't wait for the next time he would fill me up. Eventually, he pulled me away from his cock and back up into the crook of his arm.

"That's a good boy," he cooed, kissing me deeply. "We're going to be good for one another, I can tell."

From that day, I gained a mentor and counselor but, best of all, I gained a Daddy. One who would use me from then on.