Apple pie and Chevrolet
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Posted:Nov 20, 2005 3:38 pm
Last Updated:Nov 27, 2013 10:41 pm
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I squeezed into a spot at the bar to order a drink only to find that the bartender was nowhere to be seen. At that awkward moment of being in such close proximity to two strangers (men), I quipped about the possibilities of getting a drink ... do I just jump over the bar and mix it myself???
One of the guys, a handsome black gentleman there with buddies from a local car dealership, immediately offered to help boost me over ... complete with forming a stirrup with his hands at my knee level. I mockingly accepted the offer and raised my fishnet-stocking encased leg which initiated all kinds of interest down the bar. Suddenly I had hands on my legs, hands on my arms, arms around my waist and shoulders ... the attention of virtually everyone who sells Chevy's in B'ham!
They invited me to join them at the bar until I indicated I was with my husband and a group of AFfriends at a nearby table. Of course, I had to tell them what type group it was, adding to the building sexual tension. After much flirting and suggestive chat, my drink was ready and they reluctantly released me to join my party. I filled Jag in on the fun at the bar and he insisted I order our next few drinks. Each time I visited the bar, the boys greeted me with open arms; all of us getting more friendly and playful until I was stroking a khaki-covered rock-hard chocolate bar and whispering nasty innuendoes.
Jag was watching, Mr. Chevy was moaning while trying to keep a straight face and I was dripping. I told him we were leaving for the evening, which I suspected would generate some action on his part. He took the bait and offered to walk us outside. We were parked just around the corner and during the usual guy-to-guy sports car comments, I gently nudged Mr. Chevy into the passenger seat while keeping my lips close to his ear with hints of the creamy arousal that was hiding between my legs.
He was a very willing subject allowing me, no, rising up in encouragement, to keep stroking his cock through his slacks. Jag sat in the drivers seat and asked me what I was going to do with that buldging problem. I leaned down, pushed back the opening flap and licked the full length of his zipper, ending at a big wet spot that had magically appeared near the waistband. Mr. Chevy released a big sigh and begged me to continue. I didn't have to be begged; I was doing what comes naturally to a cockslut.
Jag enjoys talking me through these things and I love hearing the words, "let me see your lips around that big, black cock, baby". Still bent at the waist with my ass in the air and my head at his lap, I opened him up to be eagerly greeted my a long, thick, dark cock with a rosy pink, juicy head. Any cockslut knows you've got to rub that pre-cum over your lips and languidly sample the entree with your lapping tongue. Only thing better than hearing a guy moan as I did this, was hearing two guys. One speechless in pleasure and the other telling me how erotic it looked. But a cocklover can only play around so long; I needed to engulf that throbbing meat in my hungry mouth. I pushed his legs apart so I could kneel closer to him and give him my full attention.
The first stroke with my hot mouth and soft lips introduced his head to the back of my throat ... then I slid back up his silky shaft to ease the tension. I certainly didn't want my boy toy lollipop to peak too soon. I cupped my lips underneath the corona and rotated my mouth as i flicked my tongue across the tip. I could feel juice oozing out and sucked it up like nectar. That is like an energy drink for me and makes me frenzied with desire. Jag lovingly reached over occasionally to stroke my hair and my face (I love that, baby!). I proceeded to give Mr. Chevy the best head he's probably ever had from a white chick. I wanted both guys to see me uninhibitedly fuck that cock with my mouth and bounce my head all over his lap. I love wet, messy cocksucking and made sure he was well lubed ... I really get into being a bad girl. We were going at it famously, until I pulled up for a moment to get my breath. When I did, a big, sticky string of saliva followed, and that, apparently, was all it took to put him over the edge. He gasped and sprayed thick cum on my forehead and hair and I leaned in to rub his shaft against my cheek and lick at the cream dribbling down to my chin. He shook like an earthquake ... I loved getting that reaction!
Let's just say the drive home was amazing ... I got to suck Jag's overly excited, luscious cock as he played with my ass framed by the passenger window. For more about car play ... check out our highway games post.
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Musings on playtime
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Posted:Nov 19, 2005 10:08 pm
Last Updated:Dec 20, 2009 10:52 pm
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You guys who've met us for MMM(etc) ... you think you wore me out??? Not so! I loved every moment of it and want to do it again, but there's more to the evening than a room full of strangers with throbbing cocks and my dripping cunt. After the room has cleared and we're left alone is when the intense play begins. We are a very loving and erotic couple and the MMM foreplay only whets our appetite for each other ... after all, that's why we do this. Not because we 'need' the outside stimulation, but because we 'want' to enjoy pleasing each other even more.
No one cares for my needs like my man. He knows me ... knows what I like, what I need to give me those deep, satisfying orgasms that satiate me into sleep. And I know my man ... after he's watched and participated in having every part of my body touched, explored, probed, licked, rubbed and fucked by multiple hands, tongues and cocks, I thoroughly enjoy showing my gratitude for his generosity in sharing me.
We share our thoughts on different aspects of our playtime with others ... and we're both so very aroused that we've been known to go at it until dawn. Okay, not an invitation to wait in the car and knock at 6 a.m. haha. He tells me how it looks and makes him feel when I'm sucking another man's cock or have my ass up in the air anticipating the next stiff dick slipping into my hot fuck hole. I share with him how I love showing off for him as I'm peering up at his handsome, proud face while I'm rubbing my creamy, wet lips and tongue over a playmate's engorged cock. Ahhh, these are the things that make hot cum for Baby to bathe in.
Obviously, we're not looking for relationships ... just sexual, erotic playtime. And we thank those guys who have made it so much fun for us ... hope you went away with a smile on your face, as well.
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highway games
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Posted:Nov 19, 2005 8:34 pm
Last Updated:Nov 27, 2013 10:42 pm
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Sometimes the best images and recollections are those you have when you're drifting off to sleep or beginning to awake. You know, dreams.
This is one I had a bit ago.
My wife and I have both gotten fond of taking rides in our car. It's low to the ground, and has a sunroof; so it's easy to see into. It's also one of the faster rides you'll find on the road, so it's makes it more fun for what we do.
She dresses in something easy to remove...and we go out on the freeway. She starts to remove clothes, and I add encouragement. Once she's totally exposed, I get to fondle while I'm glancing over at her luscious naked flesh. As she gets more aroused, usually a dildo appears and starts to make love to her.
Speed up, pull up alongside a truck or car or van. See if they're willing or 'qualified' subjects. If so, hang there a bit and show off. If not, the Porsche can go from 70 to 100 mph in a few seconds. The most fun is obviously to show a willing spectator how easily a big dildo can slide in and out of my baby's cunt. We do that for a while...then speed off for the next 'show'.
If you happen to see a black Porsche out in the left lane sometime approaching at over 100 mph, you might be in for some interesting viewing.
(posted by mrs. ... but honey, that wasn't a dream! you loved seeing me ramming that big black cock in my wet fuck hole just last weekend!)
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