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Cock

By: Algonquin Twit



 

June 19, 2010

Ms. Judith Robinson address deleted for privacy reasons

Dear Judith,

I am a cock. Plain and simple, yet I am sure you don't completely understand. I am not just a man with a cock, I am a man that is a cock, a man that fully embodies everything you find ugly in the cock with none of the things you might find good about them.

Mind you, it is not easy being this way, it takes an extreme amount of focus to treat other women and men in just that manner where they mumble, "What a cock," to themselves when I leave. As a cock I must act in a set manner so that everyone sees what I am as they call me a cock. You see, no one watches me walk away and says, "Damn, what an asshole," or, "What a fucking idiot," or anything else, no everyone sees and knows what I am.

Of course, even when a woman pictures the worst in a cock, the ugliest throbbing vein, the most obnoxious curve, or the most wrinkled ball sack, she cannot help but love a cock. You see, it's all in the way cocks treat a woman. As a cock I treat all women badly, not just badly, I treat them like shit, and well, you know what they say about flies and shit. When I treat women like that, they just can't turn away, just can't say, "No."

Funny thing, we cocks are a dying breed. Men are simply too nice these days, even the most inept and rude men treat women with respect. Men will hold open doors for women, any women, even the fattest cows of women. Yeah, I said it, fat cow. A cock will say that where most men will look for a pretty face, or nice hair, or ignore the mooing and picture her massive breasts. Not a cock, a cock calls a fat cow a fat cow.

But I digress and I am sure you must be wondering what all this has to do with you, you certainly aren't a fat cow. No you are more of a skinny, tight bitch, but hey why mince words here. The point is this letter has everything to do with you, you and that too nice man whom you call your husband.

Nice guy, that Greg, give you the shirt off his back, if you let me sink to cliche'. Anyway, Greg had grown tired of his life, well actually just tired of his wife and had the opportunity to meet a charming woman whom was quite impressed with him. Of course Greg, nice guy that he is, couldn't break his wedding vows and, once again, nice guy that he is, just didn't have the heart to, well, break your heart. So that's where I come in.

Remember your "business" trip to Biloxi last month? Yeah, at the casino there, you remember I'm sure. Unfortunately, unlike Vegas, what happens in Biloxi doesn't necessarily stay in Biloxi.

Anyway, I'm that cock whom you couldn't resist that evening at the casino. Yes, you remember, you slammed me up against the bedroom door and before I could drop my keycard, you dropped my pants and had your lips wrapped around my cock. I must say, for a skinny, tight bitch you do know how to work a cock.

I remember that moment, actually caught it on film, well, not film, I got it on my digital camera. Amazing what that tiny, easy to conceal camera can do. Why that picture alone was enough to break poor old Greg's heart. Of course there were more pictures to come, but you know what happened next.

Cock that I am I thought it was wonderful when you pulled off all your clothes, sat on the bed and opened your legs for me. That tiny camera recorded the trail of kisses I left on your thighs and even got an incredible angle shot of when I first slipped my tongue into your wet pussy. And hey, if you were going to try to tell Greg you didn't come, well, I'm sure he recognizes that face you make, you know just as you come you bite your lip just a bit. Yeah, it still tingles my balls when I look over my files and see that picture.

Yes, I also documented it when you got up on your hands and knees and took me doggie style. There are some wonderful "angle" shots there too that made me look huge. Of course you shouldn't try to convince him that I didn't come inside you. No, I have one interesting cream pie shot that makes it look like you fucked three or four guys. Yeah, I was amazed at how much I came that night.

Anyway, as a business associate of Greg's, I wanted to get in touch with you and recommend that you make his life easy in the upcoming divorce. Yes, you broke his heart and, cock that I am, I am ready to provide him with some brilliant 8x10 blowups of all these sexy pictures for the trial unless you let him have what he wants.

Of course if you would like some of these pictures or would like an opportunity to make some more I would be happy to oblige... cock that I am.

Very Sincerely Yours,

A Friendly Cock. 

PS: If you are looking for me just look around the courtroom. I'm the cock with the big grin on my head.

 

Cock a Doodle Doo



Another attempt on my part to write in the American vernacular from a female perspective. I'd really appreciate feedback on this. Enjoy.

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When Candace called us all into her office that Friday morning, I honestly had no idea what it was all about. The business had been going well – very well, in fact – so I knew we weren't all getting fired. Candace had given us all our bonuses – mine was so good I went out and bought a new car with it – so it wasn't anything to do with that. In fact, I was mostly concerned that things were going so well that she was planning to sell up.

See, ours is a small outfit that does big business. Apart from Candace, the boss, there are only seven of us, all ladies between 28 and 39 (that's perpetual 39, by the way), all single or divorced or widowed, and all good friends. We work really hard, selling a whole mess of luxury items to the big stores and retailers. Candace gets the stuff made out East; and I don't mean New Jersey. She seems to spend half her time in the Philippines, Thailand, India or someplace else, finding small factories that can produce really good quality stuff at sensible prices. Candace is fussy; the quality's got to be there, and the people making the stuff have to be treated OK – no child labor or anything like that. Most of our suppliers have been with us for years, and almost all have grown really well thanks to what we do.

And I've done pretty well, too. The hours are long and the job can be a bit stressful, you know, but hey – I have a nice car and a nice home and last year I vacationed in Aruba, so it's not so bad. Candace also lets us buy from our own catalog at bought-in prices, so I have a lovely wardrobe that I could never afford if I bought it from Neiman-Marcus. (Listen to me! Like I would ever shop at Neiman-Marcus! I'm usually much more a Wal-Mart gal!)

So on this Friday morning she calls us all in and says, "Hey ladies, did we have a great quarter or did we have a GREAT quarter?"

Some of the girls went "Yeah!" I find this stuff a bit irritating, so I said nada.

"So I thought," she went on, "My ladies deserve a little treat. You've all had your bonuses, and I hope you're all happy with them." Nods all round. "So here's the idea. I thought we might have a team-building event. It's tax deductible, so I can get something really good that we can afford without hitting the profits and next quarter's bonuses. You've all done so well that I think we should have a long weekend together in – Vegas! Everything on me – except your gambling money, that is!"

Well, Vegas isn't my favorite place in the Universe, and that's a fact. Each time I go – and I've been four times now – it gets a little tackier and a little sleazier than the time before. But hey, this was free, paid for by Candace, so I could hardly complain. Not even when she said we were staying at the Luxor, which to my mind is well past its best and the wrong end of the Strip. The Bellagio and the Venetian are way classier, but sadly they're also way more expensive.

"So the plan is that two weeks after Spring Break, on the Thursday night, we close up operations and head for the airport. We fly to Vegas, cruise the hotels and casinos, have some nice meals – no 'all you can eat' buffets, ladies – and take in a couple of shows. Oh, and you can play the slots and the tables as much as you like. And we come back on the Monday night, to start work not too early on Tuesday. What do you say?"

"We say thanks, Candace, that's a real nice gesture," Jolene said. Jolene is somewhere between 38 and 48, and likes to model herself on Cher. She's a nice enough lady, divorced, two kids, and what she doesn't spend on them she uses to have work done. She's as skinny as a rake and has unbelievable titties. I'll admit they're nicely done, but no-one could imagine they were real. And when she smiles, only half of her face moves.

"Hey, it's good we're waiting 'til after Spring Break," I said. "Last time I was there at the wrong time and the place was wall to wall with college kids. Although the eye candy was interesting."

The ladies all laughed and said things like 'Typical Judi'. OK, so I'm about 40 (I'm not saying which side) and I still like looking at young guys. Mostly these days I just look. Since Darren went off with a girl from his office with a lipo-ed ass, a trout pout and titties that would knock people over if she turned around too quickly, I've mostly had to make my own amusement. See, we never had kids; never sure if it was him or me, and now I don't think I shall and I don't really mind that much. But it means I'm on my own a lot. I've tried the Internet and speed dating, but I always seem to find these guys who think you've been on a romantic date if they hold your hand during the ball-game. That or breathe beer all over you as they try to stick their hand up your t-shirt right after saying hello.

So going to Vegas with my good girlfriends seemed like a fun thing to do. Maybe there'd be some cute guys, or maybe we could just sip Margaritas and look cool on bar stools. I had the outfits, though I wasn't sure I still had the body to go with them!

So on the appointed day, we all arrived at the airport, to find that Candace had got us all upgraded to business class. (She knew someone at the airline who pulled a few strings for us). Well that was great, especially as I was expecting to pay excess for my bag, which was way over the allowance. Well, a girl never knows what to pack when she has so many pretty things. So on the flight we had free champagne and little canapés and we really enjoyed ourselves, even if it was only two hours long.

At Vegas, Candace had a stretch limo waiting for us. That was good, 'cos Vegas airport reminds me of something out of the Holocaust. OK, so that's a bit tasteless, but so's the airport. All the staff seem to have any charm they may have had surgically removed, and pretty soon they'll be using electric cattle prods to control the crowds! And the place is wall-to-wall slots almost before you get out of the gate.

So the limo was nice, even if the Luxor wasn't. I don't know about you but I think there's only so much amusement in having an elevator that moves up and sideways at the same time, especially when you have to walk halfway round the building to get to the one that stops at your floor, and then walk the other half just to get to your room. But hey, even if the rooms are a little shabby and the staff have a special 'surliness' chip inserted in their brains when they're hired, I was there FOR FREE, with my good buddies on a vacation I wasn't expecting, and it sure beats Chicago in late March.

So we showered and changed and applied the war-paint and went out on the town. The champagne had already got us mellow, and a few Margaritas later and a nice Teppanyaki meal specially for us with a cute little oriental chef who could toss my salad any time he liked, and we were all about as happy as we were going to get. 

I have to say that for a bunch of old – and not-so-old – broads, I think we're pretty hot. None of us is too much overweight, we dress well and look after ourselves. Candace provides 'corporate membership' (funny term when there are just eight of us) for a local gym, and we all go down there several times a week and work out. I found I could still get into my slinky outfits, which left me feeling very smug, but I'm always a bit self-conscious around the younger ones. I think Karen and Maria, our two youngest ladies, are really very pretty. Karen's tall, slim and blonde – physically, not mentally. Her husband treated her really badly, and she was virtually on the streets with her little girl, Alice (a cute 4-year old) when she met Candace. The boss saw her potential and set her to work. For the last three quarters she's exceeded her targets by 50%, and now lives in a nice apartment and sends her little girl to a private nursery school.

Maria has also been through the mill. She's a pretty little Latina, just 29. but she keeps meeting these losers who take advantage of her. One guy broke her nose and another gave her a dose of the clap. She decided that she was going to give up men entirely, and I almost suggested she move in with me. I'm a bit embarrassed to say so, but after our separate experiences with those assholes who call themselves men, I would have been happy to snuggle up with Maria at night. She's so sweet. I'm not normally that way inclined, but I could make an exception for her. Hell, I like a good pair of shoulders and a stiff dick as much as the next girl – unless of course that girl is Jolene, who seems to like so many stiff dicks she's gotten a reputation. But there's something about Maria's eyes and her cute little mouth that sort of get me wet. Please don't tell anyone I said that!

Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, so the Thursday night we went out to the Teppanyaki and had a few Margaritas and came back very mellow indeed. I'd set aside $100 as my gambling float. The idea was, once it's gone, it's gone and there's no more. I had the idea that my hundred bucks would go in one part of my purse, and any winnings in another. That way, if I ended the weekend up on the deal, I wouldn't be tempted to stick all my winnings back in and lose the lot.

So anyway, we arrived back about 1am, and Jolene and Karen said "Let's just play the slots for, say, a half hour. Just for a laugh before we go to bed." So I changed 20 bucks into quarters and started feeding two machines that said "$1000 jackpot!" on them. So I was down to my last three quarters, and I just pulled both handles at the same time and turned to take a drink off a passing tray (they really water them down these days). And then, ping, boing, boing – and all the lights started flashing. And I saw the machine on the left say "$50!" and I thought "Hey, I'm up on the night!" And then the one on the right sort of played a fanfare and all these coins came rushing out. I'd hit the frigging jackpot! $1000 – all in quarters!

So there are these coins spilling everywhere, and everybody's looking, and I'm on the floor, way too drunk, trying to collect coins in those little plastic bowls they give you. And I'm on my hands and knees, and everyone's cheering, and I look round, and Candace is coming up behind me and helping me to my feet. Then she hugs me, and says "Hey, Judi, that's great!" And then she whispers. "Better stay on your feet. Half the casino was looking at your panties when you were down there."

I was so embarrassed, I must have gone bright red. Then the waitresses came over with some big plastic buckets and sort of scooped up the coins and carried them over to a counter. Then they threw them in a machine, and it counted them up, and there was $1022.75 in there. Some asshole had creamed off nearly 30 bucks somehow, but hey, I was way up on the night and everything was cool. And the cashier handed me a bunch of crisp bills, and Candace counted them to make sure it was all there, and then helped me back to my room.

I woke up next morning in my lingerie and stockings, lying on the bed with a monster hangover, surrounded by some large-denomination bills. For a moment I thought I must have turned into a hooker overnight and wondered why I couldn't remember who the John was. Then I remembered just enough about the previous night to sort of perk up a bit. Hey, despite the hangover, this was GOOD!

I got some black coffee, an English muffin and some fruit on room service, then undressed and took a shower. The room service boy was almost as cute as the chef from the night before, and I suddenly wished I'd kept my nice silk bra and pantie set on, instead of greeting him with wet hair in a toweling bathrobe two sizes too big for me. An image formed in my fuzzy head; me, seducing the boy, maybe getting him to pull my panties to one side, lick me up and down, then.... Then he was standing with his hand out, waiting for a tip. I handed him a twenty – all that I had handy – and he smiled and thanked me and left. Shit! Well I suppose he would have been too busy to stay and make me feel good, so it was all just a fantasy anyway. That and the fact my head felt like someone had pumped a quart of glue in there through my eyeballs.

After breakfast, I felt a little better, and after a couple of painkillers and about a gallon of coffee – the muffin remained uneaten, though I did pick at the fruit – I decided I needed to pull myself together. On with the sunscreen, then a bit of make-up, my best halter bikini from the catalog – pushes my titties up, and boy, they need all the help they can get – and my best poolside robe. (Forget that awful toweling thing the hotel provided). Then a pair of nice, sensible heels – well, at least not too silly – and the essential sunglasses, grab a paperback and my iPod, and I'm at the pool before you can say "A Margarita? At this hour? Why not?"

Sure enough, most of my girlfriends are there before me. Candace is a few years older than me, but she still looks good in her one-piece. Jolene's falling out of her tiny bikini – just as she intended. Maria has a sweet, demure little costume on, and Karen's is shocking pink, which contrasts interestingly with her hair. Leah turned up with her friend Pattie a bit later. Leah's a little short and on the plump side, and Pattie is a tall and very statuesque black girl in her mid-30s, so they make an odd couple, but they get along really well. Pattie is really attractive – a bit sort of Beyonce-like – and I sometimes think Leah goes around with her hoping to get some of the fallout from the men she meets. I'm not sure that Leah's had any success yet, but Pattie seems to be able to attract and discard some pretty nice black guys at will. Somehow I don't think Leah is their type.

Finally, around lunchtime, Vicki arrives. She's probably 15 years younger than Jolene, but she's had even more work done. I assumed that she'd waited 'til later to come down to the pool so she wouldn't risk melting in the sun. Then Jolene whispered that she'd managed to get her legs around a croupier a couple of hours after I'd gone to bed following my fun-but-embarrassing 'cash and ass' display. She looked like a model – that is, one made of plastic – but I had to confess that I was jealous. The last dick I had WAS made of plastic. And the one before that, before it wore out.

So we stayed there most of the day. It was sunny but not stiflingly hot. Then we showered around five, and Candace summoned our stretch limo again and we went off to the Bellagio to watch the fountains and have cocktails. I'm an old softie, I know, but I always fill up when they play 'Time to Say Goodbye', and all the fountains swirl about, and the lights really make it special. So it was as well that we had a dinner show to go to. It was one of the Cirque du Soleil extravaganzas, which are always very good. We had a nice meal, and then the dancers came on and did the most amazing things. One really beautiful girl, who I reckon was Russian from the name in the program, hung from a trapeze by one leg and spun metal rigs around all her other arms and legs. I have no idea how she did it, but it made me dizzy just to watch.

Over breakfast the following morning, Vicki was again absent, and Jolene told me that 'our plastic friend got laid again last night'. Perhaps it was because she reminded me of the bitch who stole my husband away – asshole that he was – but I find it hard to get really friendly with Vicki. So yeah, I was jealous I suppose.

When the glamour girl did finally arrive – we're all too polite to make any risqué remarks or anything like that – Candace announced a special treat for that evening. Our stretch was going to take us out into the desert to a special club, called 'A-Doodle-Doo'. Before anyone else could say anything, Candace added "And if you want to know what it's about, just spot the missing word." Yeah, it was a male strip joint, sort of Chippendales-style place. I'd never been to one, though I was curious. I guessed that they would indulge in some audience participation, but I thought there would be little chance of anyone picking me out to embarrass, what with Plastic Vicki, almost-as-plastic Jolene, statuesque Pattie and pretty Karen and Marie to pounce on. And it would be fun to see some good male bodies for a change. Candace said that they took everything off, and even had hard-ons. Well, I thought, even though I don't often get to play with one, at least I'd get a chance to look at one, which is something.

After dinner in a chi-chi restaurant off the Strip, we went out to the club. As I'd had my share of luck at the slots, I treated everyone to champagne, at $100 a bottle. We ended up drinking four bottles between us, apparently, although I only remember two. Anyway, they put us in this sort of alcove with a good view of the stage, and a couple of 'warm-up' acts came on first. There was a guy who told very dirty jokes, some funny, some just dirty. Then a really punped-up guy in a tiny thong came on and did sort of stunts – handstands, somersaults, then fire-breathing and spinning this burning pole around. It was all vaguely amusing, but we girls all had a different sort of hot pole in mind.

The first stripper who came on was OK-looking, sort of latino-like – darkish-skinned, anyway – and dressed like a cowboy. He was twirling a lasso. Somehow, he managed to keep twirling that thing while he took his clothes off. It reminded me of the girl at the Cirque do Soleil show, only not as erotic. Anyway, he gets down to some really tight boxers and this pair of leather chaps, then he swings the lasso over the front row and drops it on some poor unsuspecting girl. "Oh yeah," I thought., "Just as I suspected. Big tits, big ass, big hair, and blonde in every sense of the word."

The guy sort of pulled her up to the stage by the rope, then asked her her name. "Trina," I think she said. Anyway, our cowboy got Trina to feel him up through his boxers. She went very red and looked seriously embarrassed. He took the rope off her, but then tied another, smaller one around her wrists. He then got her to kneel and hold the waistband of those shorts, and before she knew what was going on, he jumped back about a foot or so, and the shorts, held by Velcro at the back, ripped straight off. In an instant, he'd hopped back forward, so that his dick, which was sort of half-hard, was just inches from the girl's face. She gave a funny little squeal, and the audience all went wild, with whoops and whistles and all the girlie noises. Anyone would think that they'd never seen a dick before. As opposed to me, who hadn't seen one in a year or two.

Well I have to confess, it was quite a nice dick, as dicks go. It was quite long, reasonably thick and straight, uncut and pointing at about a 30 degree angle downwards. The guy then got the poor girl – who I believe was secretly loving every minute and creaming her panties – to put both hands around his dick, and proceeded to swing his hips back and forth, basically screwing the tube made by her hands. He made the thrusts quite forceful, to make it a bit more erotic and also to push his dick almost into the girl's face. Then he took her hands away, and swung his dick back and forth, slapping the girl on the cheeks with his dick.

Next to me, Jolene was going "Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Even Candace, I was surprised to see was whistling and screeching with the best of them. I looked at Maria, and found that she was staring at the guy's dick with her mouth open in surprise.

And talking of surprise, our cowboy suddenly lifted his kneeling victim to her feet, and before she could protest, pulled the back of her t-shirt up and over her head. She gave a little cry of alarm, and then her bra was undone and her big tits flopped out. Cowboy just pulled the mess of garments down her arms to her wrists, pushed her back onto her knees and shoved his dick between those big globes, tit-fucking her for all he was worth. He was clearly fully erect now, as were his victim's nipples. He squeezed, stroked and pulled them as he manipulated her tits, pushing his cock up that deep valley until it was almost touching the girl's lips.




Cock a Doodle Doo



I looked at her face, and she was embarrassed, a bit frightened and definitely excited. I thought "You're getting off on this, ain't you missy?" And then the inevitable happened. Cowboy pushed a bit further, and blondie suddenly had a cock between her lips. Now she could have turned her head, she could have backed away, she could have stood up. What did she do? She opened her mouth wider, and 'Blowjobs-R-Us' got its new employee of the month. 

Cowboy changed his angle, let go of her titties and put his hand into her hair, and our blonde just opened wide and said 'Ah!'. Well, it was more of a muffled 'Uh', 'cos her mouth was a little full at the time. Her hands were still tied and tangled in a mess of her clothing, so she just hung in there, nodding her head as cowboy gave her more and more of his length. And, trouper that she was, she didn't gag, or bite, or pull away, or even protest. She just kept taking it. There were a few of the 'gug, gug' noises that I understand men like to hear, but she stuck at it.

It wasn't long before cowboy is thrusting rhythmically into blondie's open mouth, and the crowd started this clapping in time with his thrusts, and they're whoopin' and hollerin' and screechin' – even my buddies! Blondie's eyes are shut, and I now see she's sort of hunched her shoulders up. I assumed at first this was to push her titties up more – her nipples were rubbing on cowboy's leather chaps, which must've been an interesting sensation. But then I noticed that she had actually gotten her hands between her legs and it looked like she was frigging her pussy while cowboy was screwing her mouth. And we had the full profile view, and that guy wasn't holding back, so the girl must've had a pretty open throat.

Then he yells "Yes! Yes! Yes!" and starts to pull back. Poor Trina takes the full blast, the first couple in her mouth, the rest over her face, shoulders and titties. There's cum all over, and she's making little grunting noises herself – reckon she'd got off at around the same time. So then cowboy helps her to her feet, and she's a picture, all covered in cum, and he gets her to open her mouth and show what he's deposited on her tongue before he makes her swallow it. Then he picks up a microphone and yells "A big hand for Trina – what a beautiful lady and a fantastic sport!" I thought for a moment he'd said 'fantastic slut'. Then he gives her a little kiss – I think he avoided getting too much of his cum in his own mouth, and sent her back to her friends.

The comedian came back on stage as cowboy collected his clothes and jogged backstage. "Wasn't that fantastic ladies? A big hand for Cowboy and especially for the lovely Trina! What a gal! Now we're gonna have a short break for you ladies to have a drink." He paused. "Go to the bathroom." He paused again. "And frig yourselves silly!" Lots of screeching and yelling. "But try not to go for an orgasm just yet! The night has just begun. We have a whole line-up of nicely hung boys back here for your delight. And in a few minutes we'll have some more of them out here, shaking it all about! So welcome to 'A-Doodle-Doo', ladies, and you know what this club is all about, don't you?"

Probably two thirds of the hundred or so women in the place yelled "COCK!"

The comedian yelled back "A-Doodle-Doo!"

"COCK!"

"A-Doodle-Doo!"

"COCK!"

"A-Doodle-Doo! Thank you ladies for reminding me while you're all here. And now, sit back and relax, remember what you've seen – the lovely Trina and that nice Cowboy, weren't they fantastic together? Have a little chat with your neighbors – we what you to share this great evening with everyone. We want you all dreamy, screamy and creamy for the next act – coming up in just a few minutes!"

He headed off stage and some loud music blared from the speakers. I leaned towards Jolene. "Brave girl, that Trina. Did you see the way he was shoving his cock in? But she didn't flinch!"

Jolene seemed unimpressed. "Yeah, but she should have relaxed her throat a bit more. It would have been better if the whole length had gone in. He was trying, but she wouldn't let him."

I was incredulous. "The girl had her throat fucked in front of a hundred people! Give her a break! And I don't see how she could have taken any more."

"Like I said, if she'd relaxed her throat more, and angled her head a bit differently, I reckon she could have got all of him down. It's not that hard, you know."

Well I just couldn't believe it. I supposed all that work Jolene had had done and all that dressing up in outrageous outfits must be for something, so she must be getting it rather more frequently than I was. But before I could think of how to frame a question to find out more, she got up and headed off to the ladies' room.

So I looked around. There were batchelorette parties, brides-to-be and their buddies in little tiaras and pink cowboy hats, and a few groups of more mature ladies like ourselves. All of them looked very excited. I saw Trina's party talking to her excitedly. They'd untied her wrists, but she was still standing there with her titties on display, holding her bra and t-shirt and covered in cum, almost like it was some special skin-serum and she was afraid to wash it off.

Then the lights went down again, and the comedian came back on to announce the next act, though I didn't catch their names, because two big black guys came on stage and my attention was completely distracted. They were dressed as construction workers, in hard-hats, day-glo vests and jeans. They sort of pranced, rather than danced around the stage, in that 'hi-attitude' way that a lot of young black men do. And they had great bodies – good strong shoulders and chests, tight abs, muscular arms. One of them had a tattoo half way down his arm, which made him look a bit more menacing.

So they lose the vests and start gyrating their way off the stage, prowling round the audience. Then one of them catches sight of Jolene and Candace, coming back from the bathroom, and pounces! They were so busy talking to each other, they only saw the other guy at the opposite side of the stage. Then the nearer guy appears behind them, grabs them both by the arm and leads them up on stage. "This'll be interesting," I thought. It was.

On stage, he stands between them, grabs a microphone and asks them both to say their names and where they're from. Then he asks them why they're there. "Er – to admire some nice bodies," Candace says hesitantly.

"Good! And, you, Jolene?" he says, pointing the mic towards her.

"To see some nice big COCK!" she says with a little flick of her head, and the audience all yell back "COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO!" Obviously this was some sort of club catch-phrase.

"That's more like it, Jolene. So baby, you wanna see cock, right?" Jolene nodded. "OK, baby, why don't you just slip your hand in here," – he flipped open the waistband of his jeans, took Jolene's wrist and slipped her hand inside – "and see what you can find?"

Jolene dutifully reached down, then her eyes widened and she said "Oh – my – God!"

By now he had pulled his zipper right down, and sort of shrugged the jeans back off his hips. Jolene's hand appeared holding the biggest cock I'd ever seen. Judging by Jolene's reaction, it was probably the biggest she'd seen as well. She just stared at this – thing – in her hand in open-mouthed amazement.

Then the guy turned to Candace. "Hey baby, don't be shy. Jolene shouldn't keep it all to herself, now should she? Why don't you have a feel too?"

Gingerly, Candace reached out and wrapped her hand around the thick, long organ. Even with their two hands on it, there were still several inches protruding beyond their fists. I heard Maria say "Holy Mother of God!" I glanced up, to see Vicki and Pattie both staring hungrily at the scene before them, while little Leah just looked shell-shocked.

"Now don't just stand there, ladies, do something!" the guy said. So Candace and Jolene slowly began stroking that cock. And I do believe it actually got bigger as they were doing it. This was just – well, indescribable.

Then the guy reaches round both ladies, sort of hugs them to him and then grabs a titty in each hand. Well Jolene has a pretty-decent handful to offer, and it was easily accessible – he just had to slide his hand inside the strap of her halter-neck. Candace had this dress on that had a high neck, and unlike Jolene she wore a bra, so he had to be content with groping her through her clothes. Jolene seemed to enjoy the attention, but I was less sure about Candace's expression.

So the ladies kept stroking this huge cock, and the guy was squeezing their titties, and then he reached up behind Jolene's neck, and the halter comes apart and there she is, naked to the waist. I have to say, they don't look at all real but Jolene's titties do look impressive, and she's so skinny everywhere else. Then he turns to her and kisses her, and she responds pretty hungrily, and then he turns to Candace and says "Candace, why don't you show me your lovely titties too?" And Candace, who's already a bit embarrassed, sort of shakes her head, but the guy just says "Hey ladies out there. Do you wanna see Candace's titties as much as I wanna see Candace's titties?"

And the crowd go "YEAH!"

So he says "C'mon baby, don't disappoint the people."

And the crowd starts up a chant of "OFF! OFF! OFF!", so poor Candace has no option. She starts to reach up to unzip the dress, but the guy is there before her and gets it undone. Candace had a resigned expression on her face as the dress slipped down to her feet. Underneath, she was wearing a nice matching lingerie set from the 'Fantasy' range that I'd seen in the catalog. I bought a set myself in grey, but I never get the chance to wear it. Candace's set was black lace, mostly see-though; a soft-cup bra, boy-short panties, a garter belt and black stockings. I have to say she looked good. Oh, she's not skinny like Jolene and I don't think she's had much work done, but she keeps herself fit and eats well, and she's quite tall, so she's nice and curvy but pretty with it. I admit that I'd never seen her in so little clothing before – even at the pool she wore a one-piece – so it was nice to see that she looked good in this difficult situation.

Now it had been Candace's idea to come to the club, so I was a bit surprised that she wasn't so keen to go along with this. Jolene, on the other hand, was thoroughly enjoying herself. She even used her spare hand to shimmy out of her dress, and now stood in just a pair of tiny thong panties. I have to confess, she has the ass for thongs – mine, and by the looks of it Candace's – spreads too far and it looks a bit yukky. Jolene's thong was almost sheer – just a tiny wisp of flesh-colored lace, and you could see that, unlike Candace, she was fully shaved. She also had a pierced navel – something she'd told everyone about – and a little tattoo of a butterfly on her right hip.

We could all see that the guy was seriously impressed. "Fabulous, ladies. You're both gorgeous, don't you think so, folks?"

There were cheers and whistles from the audience. You'd have thought it was a load of men, what with all the admiring noises being made.

Then the guy slides his hands down from the ladies' titties, down their sides and over their hips to their asses. A moment later, I see both Jolene and Candace pull some pretty startled faces, and the guy grinned from ear to ear. He lifts both hands up to his mouth, and very deliberately sucks each middle finger in turn. Then looking at Candace to his left, he says "Sweet as honey, honey!", and turning to Jolene says "Hot and spicy, baby!" He turns back to the audience and says "Let me tell you all, folks. These ladies are WET, WET, WET!"

I'm not sure that Candace could have blushed any redder than she already was. However, the guy returned his hands to their previous position, and within a few moments, both Candace and Jolene were moving their hips to a rhythm that had nothing to do with the music. You could see the guy's big hand, stretching at the crotch of Candace's panties from the inside. With Jolene, he just pulled the thong to one side and slipped his fingers straight into her slit. A minute later, and Jolene took her hand from the monster cock and used both hands to pull her tiny thong down, gingerly stepping out of it, still in her killer heels. Her pussy lips were glistening in the bright lights. Then she took his hand and placed it over the front of her slit, and you could hear her moan as the black guy started strumming her clitty. 

Candace looked – well, like I'd never seen her before. She seemed almost in a trance, her eyes closed, her mouth open, head back, rolling her hips to ride his fingers and stroking up and down on his cock. Every now and then, she or Jolene would lean over and spit on his cock to keep him wet, and I could see the big cock-head glistening with pre-cum. It was all very bizarre and surprisingly erotic.

Without taking my eyes off the stage, I reached out for my drink, and was surprised to feel someone take my hand and place it on something hot and hard. I looked up, and there's the other black guy who had headed off into the audience about the time Candace and Jolene were dragged on stage. He was really handsome, not as pumped-up as the one on stage, and his cock, which I realized with a jolt was in my hand, was more modestly sized than his friend's. He was naked except for a hard-hat and some white socks, and he was holding a can of spray cream.

"I saw you sitting here on your own. I've been going around the audience offering a lick to anyone who'd like one. Want to try?" His accent was a little strange – more African than American Negro, but his skin glistened with this lovely pale-chocolate sheen. Mmmm! And chocolate is a girl's favorite!

I just sat there and stared. It was the strangest introduction I've ever had from a guy, but I couldn't resist. I nodded dumbly, and he squirted cream all around the head of his dick, and I just bent forward and started licking it up. It was a strange flavor – a mixture of sweetened whipped cream and pre-cum – but the fact that I actually had my tongue on a guy's dick, and a handsome guy at that, was such a novelty that I just relished it.

I'd just licked off the first lot and he was adding some more cream when a noise from the stage made me turn round. It was the sound of Jolene, coming. Her head was right back, her mouth was wide open and she had her spare hand on her titty – squeezing the silicone so hard it might burst, I thought. The black guy was giving her some great finger-work by the looks of things, because she seemed to be in convulsions and she was making the most amazing noises – like a whole farmyard! Candace stared at her – and then came herself. I noticed that Candace's panties were now down around her knees, and those clever black fingers were still stroking up and down her pussy, and her blonde pubes were wet and glistening. She clutched at the black guy's arm as she came, pressing her mouth into his shoulder to stifle her cries.

I returned my attention to some black flesh a bit closer to home. All of my buddies were watching the stage show, and no-one had noticed me, so I quickly dropped to my knees and took the head of his cock in my mouth. Thank God he wasn't as big as his friend. In fact, he was a nice size, and I didn't have to stretch too far to accommodate him. It had probably been – let me see – around 17 months since I had last given a blow-job. Sure, I actually hired an escort once or twice in the last year to make a change from my rampant rabbit, but escorts don't expect any cock-sucking, and they had more important tasks to carry out. Fortunately, I hadn't forgotten what to do – if I say so myself, I'm pretty good. The evidence was that just a few minutes later and the guy says "Lady, I'm gonna come. You'd better get out of the way!"

I of course did nothing of the sort. Once, round at Jolene's place over a bottle of wine or six with her, Karen, Leah, Pattie and me, we had a rare and rather risqué discussion about sex. Most of the girls agreed they didn't like the taste of cum, Leah even said she found it revolting, though I'm not sure how many times she'd ever tasted it. Me, I love it. If a guy cums in my mouth, it makes me feel really horny, because I know I've used my mouth-skills to give him an orgasm. It's like a gift, and I always swallow. I mean, how would you feel if a guy gargled with mouthwash just after he'd eaten your pussy?

So I just stayed put, and he blasted a half dozen spurts of thick, spicy fluid into my throat, and I swallowed the lot. Then I got up and said "Thank you.", and he said it should be him thanking me. And I looked around, and Jolene and Candace were still on stage, now kneeling on either side of the big guy's dick, moving up and down together, running it back and forth between their lips.

So I turned to my guy and said "If you really want to thank me, there IS something you can do." And I pulled a fifty from my purse and shoved it into the top of one of his white socks – well, there was nowhere else to put it. When I reached under my skirt and slipped my panties down, then sat down again on the bench, he got the message straight away, 'cos he just knelt down, took off his hard-hat – a real gentleman - lifted up my skirt and dived his face right in.

The two escorts I hired had been good, and could give a pretty decent tongue-lashing. Either this guy was even better or I'd forgotten just how good it feels to be licked. I'd spent the evening so far creaming my panties, terrified of getting dragged onstage and put through the excruciating ordeal that poor Candace and not-so-poor Jolene had had to go through, but really hoping that someone would actually pick on me. And now they had, it was divine. That tongue! It found nerve endings I didn't know I had, and kept me squirming in 'oh-so-close-but-please-please-not-yet' torment. His tongue was in and around my asshole and in my vagina and up and down my lips and round and round and then ON my clitty and then round and round and round and in my ass again – OH that felt so naughty! And then, when he sensed I couldn't take it any more, he just latched onto my clitty and his tongue was like some velvet buzz-saw and I was coming and coming and then coming back round the other side!

The first thing I saw when I came to were these big black-in-white eyes and a huge white grin in this lovely strong, black face, looking up at me from just above my pussy. The second thing was little Maria, and Leah, and Pattie and Plastic Vicki and Karen all staring at me. And I realized that my hair was all mussed and all over my face, and my skirt was hiked up around my waist and I had no panties on and a near-naked black man between my thighs. And I just laughed. I mean, what else could I do? I was halfway to heaven, still floating down from the strongest orgasm I'd have since – since – well, since forever. And my mouth tasted of cum, and I was – I was deliriously happy. Then my gorgeous black lover stood up, and lifted me to my feet, and he kissed me. And it was just so SWEET! It was almost like a first-date kiss – you know, the one just before the guy shoves his hand inside your bra. And he said "I hope you enjoyed that, lady?"

And I think I might have been crying, but I put my arms round his neck and hugged him and kissed him again, this time longer and more passionately, and he hugged and kissed be back, and it was so tender. "You were terrific, my friend, and I don't even know your name!"

"I'm called Ruben. And may I know your name, lovely lady?" This delightful tone and politeness – like that African guy off Heroes – ou know, the one whose eyes went all funny.

"Sure, sure – I'm Judi. You were so good, Ruben. That's quite a tongue you have there!"




Cock a Doodle Doo



"Thank you ma'am."

I glanced down. His cock was already half-hard again. "And quite a cock."

"Thank you. I really liked how you sucked it."

"I'm pleased. Oh and Ruben?" I leaned close. "If you're looking for a place to put that later on, and you have somewhere more private we can go, you'll find I can tip most generously."

"Then I shall see you later, Judi." He smiled that lovely smile again, put his hard-hat back on, winked at me and set off with his spray can to find another licker, I suppose. And my abdomen was doing somersaults. I was going to get a cock all to my self later! What a lucky girl!

When I turned round, all my buddies were looking at me. "Wow, Judi. That looked pretty hot!" Leah said, her eyes like saucers. 

Maria just breathed "Beautiful! Beautiful!" She looked so pretty and vulnerable, I just gave her a spontaneous hug, that surprised both of us. "I mean – when you came, Judi, you looked so lovely. It was like your face was glowing with a light." Then she gave a little embarrassed smile. "And the guy, Ruben? Pretty hot, don't you think?"

"Very hot, Maria. And thank you. Thank you!"

Jolene was trying to wipe flecks of cum out of her hair. "Looks like Judi's luck is holding this weekend. First the jackpot on the slots, then she wins the first prize in the pussy-treats competition."

"Hey, don't knock it!" I said. "You and Candace did alright, or were you faking it onstage like you do in the bedroom?"

"Bitch!" she spat, but smiled. "Yeah, those fingers of his are so clever. I don't think either of us had to fake anything, isn't that right, boss?"

Candace smiled. She had flecks of cum still on her face, but she didn't seem in a hurry to remove it. "I can't say I would have chosen that way to come tonight, but my oh my, it was a strong one. Good job he got my dress off before we had to finish him off. His spunk went EVERYWHERE! I reckon everyone in the front 3 rows got some, and Jolene and I are probably going to have to wash our hair three times or we'll look like Cameron Diaz in that film."

We shared out the rest of the champagne, and drank a toast "to oral sex". But the evening was still young. Candace, Jolene and I got together, and a couple of hours later, we tipped a sweet little blonde stripper to sneak up on Leah when everyone was watching the show and take her off to a private room. I don't know what happened, but the smile on her face when she came back was worth the $100 each we put in.

Around 1am, I came back from the bathroom to find Ruben waiting for me. He said nothing, just put his arm around me and led me out through a side door and up onto a pool deck. We were out, under the stars, with the noise of the club muffled, and mostly the sound of the spa pool bubbling next to us. He took my dress off, and unhooked my bra and garter belt. I told him I like to leave my stockings on, but he took everything off me, then slipped out of the jeans he was wearing and carried me into the spa pool. It was hot and sensual, and he kissed me so gently under the stars, and he stroked my skin and licked my eyelids and I held onto his neck and felt his body against mine, and it was like we were lovers. Then he took me out onto a lounger by the poolside, lying on a big towel, and he fingered and licked my pussy and did that naughty, naughty thing with his tongue around my asshole, and then just when I was about to beg him, he turned me over and slipped his cock in.

At first I was worried, until I saw that somehow he'd put a rubber on without me noticing. And I just looked up at him, and he looked so beautiful and mysterious and a little scary, black against the deeper black of the sky. And then he smiled, and just lightly touched my clitty with his thumb. And I came and came and came and came.

When we'd stopped kissing and I'd taken the nicely full rubber off him and he'd tried to dry my hair and helped me dress again, we went back down to the club together. I gave him $200 and my phone number, and told him to look me up if he was ever in Chicago. And just before we parted, he kissed me, and it was like that earlier kiss, sweet and innocent. Almost like he loved me.

On the way back to the Luxor, the girls were really excited. They joshed me about my sessions with Ruben. They didn't know for certain where I'd gone, but when I came back flushed with my hair all wet and my makeup gone, they knew more or less what I'd been doing. In the limo it didn't take them long to get the story out of me, and I think one or two of the girls were pretty pissed that I'd had so much fun. Leah tried to keep quiet about her experience, but eventually, after a bit of teasing from Pattie, it all came flooding out. She'd had a wonderful time, and the boy was really nice and he'd made her come twice. And then she suddenly told us it was only the third time she'd ever had a man inside her, and the first time she'd ever come without a vibrator, and then she cried and Pattie had to comfort her. Candace and I looked at each other. This would be a new project for us when we got back to the office.

Seems that the oldies had done better than the youngsters. Plastic Vicki had got one guy to fuck her, but it seems Karen only managed a blowjob and Maria just a hand-job. Pattie hadn't had anything, but she said she didn't mind as the rest of us had all humiliated ourselves sufficiently and she had the photos. In fact, they had sold us a DVD with a very incriminating video of Jolene and Candace that we all swore we'd never show anyone – and all took copies of – and hundred of photos of a lot of people we'd never met doing dirty things with some strippers we never saw. Oh well! Someone else probably has photos of us doing dirty things, but what the hell.

The next night we stayed in the hotel and had a meal in one of their over-priced restaurants. Maria looked sad, and in the bar afterwards I took her to one side and asked her what was wrong. She poured her heart out about never finding the right guys, and how every man she had met just used her, and she was never going to find anyone to love. An hour later, in my bed, I showed her that she might be wrong. I'd only tasted pussy twice before; once in a none-too-successful threesome with some college friends, and once in my teens with my love-you-for-ever-best-friend-in-all-the-world who stole my boyfriend two weeks later. I wasn't sure I would know what to do, but Maria seemed impressed enough. In fact, after three bouts of 69, in which I enjoyed the taste of pussy more than I thought I ever would, and Maria showed that she too had a clever mouth and fingers, we lay together in the big tub in a state of post (multi-)orgasmic bliss, and she said "You're so beautiful, Judi. I love you."

And I thought what a strange trip it had been. I'd never expected much of Vegas, skuzzy, tawdry, money-grubbing place that it is. Yet I'd found so much there - $1000 in quarters on the floor, a man with a silver-tongue and a rod of iron, and a sweet little girl who sobbed when she came. One of them said they loved me, another kissed me like they did. Ruben had my number, and I had his. Maybe we might meet again.

And I still had my buddies – the best buddies and the best boss in all the World. Back in Chicago, Candace, Jolene and me got Leah a makeover, and found her some guys off the Internet. The dates she had were not with the sort of spectacular guys that Pattie hung around with, but they were steady. She started getting laid on a regular basis, and now she's seeing a guy and they've been together for a few months, so that's good.

Ruben never called. I phoned him at the club, but they said he'd moved on. Something about a problem with a Green Card. Oh well.

Maria moved into my apartment. She has her own room, but we mostly share the same bed. It seems ironic that I go to Vegas, probably get the best fuck of my life and come back a lesbian. But hey, don't knock it. I genuinely think that Maria and I are in love, and I'm getting a lot more orgasms now than I've ever had, and I don't have to do them myself anymore.

And I really don't miss the cock – or the Doodle-Doo.



Cock and Pearls



I love pearls. I have a jewelry box devoted entirely to pearls. The bottom is lined with thick, black velvet boxes that contain the really good sets - the ones handed down from my grandmother, or the ones given to me by a lover. Those I reserve for special occasions. But on top of that is a tangled mass of strands, all different colors, white, black, pale pink, silver, gold, all waiting to be taken out and played with because yes - these are my "play" pearls. I don't know what it is about a strand of pearls hanging low between my breasts, but whatever it is, I definitely like the reaction I get when I put them on. And I don't know a woman who doesn't feel just a little bit more feminine and sexy with pearls sliding over her skin. 

I saw an article recently about pleasuring your lover with pearls and because I'm a pearl girl, I had to check it out. There were some fantastic ideas listed, including tying your lover up with pearls (of course, it has to be more "pretend" than "real" bondage, unless you both want to end up tripping on pearlescent beads like a couple of Warner Brothers cartoons!) She even talked about penetrating a woman with pearls, which was a rather sexy thought, but then the article ended and I thought, "Hey! Wait a minute! You forgot something!" Or more to the point - someone. This bi-girl had focused on the female, but the masculine had been completely overlooked!

And you know me... we just can't have that! 

What happened to the combination of pearls and cock? Because that, folks, is a marriage made in pleasure heaven, and my husband can attest to it firsthand! Well, he could, if he were here... but I guess since he's not, you'll have to hear it secondhand, from the perspective of the giver rather than the receiver. 

In order to really give you the real how-to about cock and pearls, I thought I'd better do a little bit more research and practice, just to be sure I had the techniques down so I could relay them to all of you.

"You don't mind, do you?" I asked my husband, standing naked in front of the mirror and slinging strands of pearls around my neck, all different colors and lengths.

"Anything in the name of science." Mr. Kitt leaned back naked on the bed, his cock straightening toward full mast with every new pearly addition at my throat.

I knelt between his thighs, biting my lip and admiring the gentle throb of the member I was assessing, wondering just exactly how to proceed. I had an idea, but ideas don't always work in practice, which is why I was venturing on this experiment - he and I were going to be guinea pigs - without all the fur and squeaking. Mostly.

"Hand me the K-Y." I always call lube "K-Y" even when it's not... just like I call tissues "Kleenex." 

There is always a trusty (and sometimes crusty) tube of lube in each of our bedside drawers - well, except for the one time we went looking for it and couldn't find it on either side, and later found that our three-year-old had mistaken it for Purell and was "washing" her babies' faces with it. Thankfully, I was the one who found it, and not the babysitter... or Grandma! We've since invested in the edible kind - I love the cherry! - but we remember to "hide" it better in the drawers...

"Oh god..." His voice brought me back to the present as I warmed the lube in my hands and began to stroke, not in any hurry, still contemplative. His eyes closed as I rolled my hand around the length, thumbing the head, slicking him up. He looked at me when I leaned over him, teasing his cock with the strands of pearls and my breasts as I kissed my way over his belly.

"Ready?" 

He just nodded, watching as I squeezed more lube into my hand and began to lube up a long, white strand of pearls hanging around my neck. When I leaned in and began to wrap it around his cock, however, we ran into a snag.

"Ack!"

"What?" He jumped and made me choke again.

"Too short!" I quickly started unwrapping, divesting myself of all the other strands of pearls, tossing them onto the bed. I kept two - a shorter black one, for looks, and a very long white one, which hung down almost to my navel. I used the lube to liberally coat the longer strand, wiping the excess off on his cock, and started again, wrapping the pearls around and around, from base almost to the tip.

"Is that too tight?" 

He shook his head, watching me with interest. I could tell curiousity was outweighing pleasure at this point, but that was okay... we'd get there. Then we ran into yet another snag. I found, once wrapped, while it didn't feel too tight, it was too tight to provide much movement and hence - friction. In true Goldilocks fashion, it took me a third try to get it just right, loose enough to let me stroke him but tight enough to keep them from just slipping off altogether. 

But once that was figured out, we were pretty much good to go. His eyes were bright as he watched me, at first using one hand, then taking the strand off altogether so I could use both, squeezing gently as I stroked him faster... a little faster, the lube creating a sweet, frothy friction. The pearls tickled the head of his cock with every pass, and it wasn't long before he was thrusting into my hands, his eyes half closed, his breath coming faster.

"Good?" I asked, the smell of the cherry lube making me salivate. 

"Mr. Wizard would approve." He groaned when I slid the pearls all the way down and took him into my mouth. I could barely stretch around the pearls, too, so I just sucked the tip as my hands continued to squeeze and tug, getting used to the rhythm, following his breath. The taste of his pre-cum mixed with the cherry-flavor and I sucked harder, hand and mouth working together for that final release.

Mr. Kitt is good about warning me he's going to come. Not because I don't like to swallow, I don't mind, but he knows I love to watch, and he's always been very accommodating in that regard.

"Ahhh baby!" I knew the tone. I kicked it up a notch, a little more pressure and a tickle of my tongue along the frenulum at every pass. "I'm gonna--"

Yes. Oh. God. Yes. I tasted the first wave, a bright, hot flood in my mouth, and swallowed that, but the next spilled over my contracting hands, the pearls slipping easily now, like a nubbed little sheath, urging his cum from his balls in incredible, quivering waves. He gave them each to me with a growl and a thrust, and I watched, delighted, my pussy wet with lust, as his cum slid down the now-sticky pearlescent beads. I worked it in with my hands, making him buck and shudder with pre-orgasmic bliss.

Needless to say, the experiment was quite the success, so I thought I'd share my tips with you!

1. Use edible, flavored lube - but definitely DO use it, and a lot of it!

2. Use very, very long strands of pearls (the kind that go down to the navel) if you want to keep wearing them during the session. 

3. Don't use expensive pearls - but make sure they are well made, and preferably individually attached to the strand (so if they break, they don't all come off at once!)

4. Don't squeeze too hard, and make sure you aren't pinching any skin with the pearls.

5. Wrap the pearls in firm circles - this is sort of a Goldilocks comment, but not to tight and not too loose. Too tight and they won't move. Too loose and there's not enough friction. You'll just have to experiment to get it "just right," Goldiegirl! 

6. If you want it to be a pearl blowjob, and not just foreplay or a handjob, use the pearls to tease the head at the beginning, but as he gets closer to the finish line, push the pearls lower, use your hand to move them up and down (again, tension is important here!) and your mouth over the head.(This is where edible lube is important!) 

7. When he's ready to come, it's really hot to watch it slide down his shaft all over the pearls... but if he likes you to swallow and you don't mind, that's okay too!

That's it! Now you, too, can have some pearlicious fun! 

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Cock and Pussy Weekend



My Goddess gave me another assignment over the weekend to go to a chat room and find a cock to suck. Getting the assignment to begin with was humiliating. I envisioned myself meeting some guy in an alley or in his car and sucking him off for her. Just to search for someone and ask them was a challenge. I had never done it before, didn't know how to go about it, and didn't know if I would get any results.

It proved to be very difficult. I spent several hours on line in chat rooms looking for guys. It's not hard to find a guy willing to have you suck his cock, but it is hard to find one close to me that can make it happen within a reasonable time frame. At first it was totally humiliating to be in a chat room sending out requests, but eventually I got over the embarrassment.

Every night, I would talk to my Goddess and she would ask me to report my progress. She would laugh at my difficulty and tell me that I better make it happen soon. She would make me tell her that I was craving it; that I needed to suck cock; that I needed to eat cum. I was not craving it, but was certainly humiliated by the whole experience. I felt like a low cocksucking cumslut looking for meat. It was totally degrading.

She told me that she had told another friend at work, Nikki, all about me thus expanding our circle to yet another friend exponentially increasing my humiliation. I imagine them talking together about me. She told all her friends she was making me look for cock to suck for her. I felt like I was being totally exposed to them without them truly knowing me. Thus they know all the nasty stuff, the degrading stuff. It will be supremely embarrassing the next time I see them and have to look them in the eye. I can imagine their smile or smirk when I talk to them next. 

Not having much luck on chat rooms, I posted a note on fetlife. I got a very immediate response from 3 guys all willing to get their cock sucked. One said he would take pictures of me with his cock in my mouth and his cum on my face. I was nervous and excited. I imagined myself in a car in a parking lot, or on my knees in an alley, sucking a strange cock for my Goddess. Would they be clean, or dirty and smelly? What if someone saw me?

I sent back replies, but none of my volunteer suckees came through during the week. My Goddess was very disappointed. My Goddess and I had a beach vacation planned for the weekend. She told me that she would have to make sure I sucked cock for her on our trip and that I would have to pay for the privilege. 

We got together over the weekend and had an amazing time on the beach together the first day. The hotel room was perfect and we fell right into each other's arms. We had amazing sex over and over again throughout the day. I thought she had forgotten all about my duties to her.

Then she reminded me that I had failed in my duty to her and that she would show me how it was done.

She had me post that we were together right then on the beach. We were looking for a big cock for me to suck and her to fuck. She made me post it on fetlife, and collarme at the same time.

In less than 30 minutes we had 3 offers and she started culling through pictures on line to see who she wanted. She was determined that he had a big cock for her to fuck in front of me. The guy with the largest cock appealed to her. He was another submissive that loved strapon and she had the large strapon in our room that she couldn't wait to try. We quickly made arrangements and set him up to come over the next morning at 11:30.

As soon as we made arrangements, we got another volunteer. He was a BBC Dom guy. Our first response was to tell him no because we had already made arrangements. We wanted our playmate, but also wanted some time together. Then my Goddess saw his pictures.

"OMG, look at that cock." she said. "Write him back, right now. Tell him yes. I want that big dick in me." 

I was amazed at her level of excitement and more than a little humiliated. I instantly felt like a cuckold. That wave of lust and longing associated knowing she wanted another man. Knowing another man could please her in some way that I couldn't totally fulfill. 

I did as I was told and messaged him. We went back and forth with a few emails, but he realized he had a conflict over the weekend. He was excited though, and we made arrangements for next Tuesday to get together. So now she had lined up two cocks for her to fuck and me to suck.

My Goddess was giddy with joy. She pulled me to her and I started playing with her wet pussy. She was soaked and started humping my hand immediately. "I can't wait to see you suck them for me baby. You are going to have to swallow for me, like a good little cumslut cocksucker." She came in seconds and then pulled my mouth to her pussy again. I got down on my knees, licking her as she grabbed my head and fucked my face. "They are going to fuck your face just like this cocksucker." she said as she came again. She squirted her cum all over my face. It was more than I could swallow and it was running down my chin and onto the floor. I was so happy to be able to please her.

The rest of the evening was fantastic. We went out to eat together at a restaurant on the beach. We stared into each other's eyes and opened our souls to each other. Afterwards we went out for a walk on the beach and the stars had come out. It was a dark night with no moon and you could see the stars clearly. 

We went back to the hotel and took a blanket down on the beach to look at the stars. One thing led to another and pretty soon we were making love on the beach under the stars. It was a magical night.

The next morning, I woke up early and fixed coffee. I brought it to her in bed. As she sipped her coffee, I slipped down between her legs and started licking her gently. I brought her to the first orgasm of the day and wished her a happy birthday. She pulled me up to fuck her and kissed my mouth as I slid into her. Her pussy gripped me like a glove as I drove in deeply and she writhed beneath me. She came at least twice more before I blew my cum deep inside her.

As I lifted off her, she looked me in the eyes and told me to lick her and clean up my cum. She guided me down to her dripping pussy looking me in the eye the whole time. I loved the look of lust in her eyes. They were slightly glazed over and her mouth was open. I could see her beautiful teeth as she gasped when I licked her again. I knew to be gentle immediately after fucking her and I slid my tongue gently up her well used cunt. I tasted the salty flavor of my own cum mixed with hers as I saw her head roll back. Within minutes, she was pulling my face into her pussy and humping it as she came yet again. My face was covered with a mix of our juices when she finally settled down. I blew lightly on her pussy to cool it off and laid my head on her thigh as her breathing slowed and she caressed my head.

We got up, cleaned up, and went out for breakfast. The guy was scheduled to come over right around noon, so we spent the next hour or so walking the beach together. We went back to the room and hung out waiting for him. My Goddess tried on her new strapon and I took pictures of her with it on.

Almost right at noon, the guy arrived. When I let him in the door, he saw the strapon on the table and gulped. "It sure looks like you guys have been having fun." 

My Goddess laughed. "Yes, and I can't wait to fuck your ass with it." 

He laughed nervously and asked what she wanted him to do.

Why don't you bitches get undressed and entertain me? She said.

We stripped down while she watched us, running her eyes up and down his body. He was well built and muscular with a fairly large cock.

"ooh, I'm going to like playing with that thing." She said, grasping his cock and pulling him to her. She kissed him and he was instantly hard and moaning. I felt a twinge of jealousy as I saw her respond to him. His hand went between her legs and she moaned in pleasure.

She guided him into the other room and had him lie down on the bed. She pulled off her clothes and climbed in beside him, rubbing her body on him like she usually did with me. I reached over to touch her and she looked up at me with lust in her eyes.

"Suck his cock for me baby." She commanded softly, and I climbed on the bed with them. He fondled her tits and kissed her while I climbed between his legs. 

His hard cock was in my face and I could smell the male musk. He had large balls and a clean cut cock with veins running up and down it. I hesitated and she looked down at me. "Put it in your mouth now, cocksucker." she commanded. I opened my mouth and took him in.

He was sucking her tits and fingering her pussy while I sucked him. I heard her moaning with pleasure and felt her hand on the back of my head, pushing me up and down. His cock hit the back of my throat and I gagged. She heard me gagging and moaned in pleasure, writhing against his hand. I could hear the squish of her wet pussy on his hand as I continued to suck.

I heard him gasp and felt his cock swell in my mouth. I knew he was going to cum and I started to pull back instinctually.

My Goddess felt it and I heard her tell him. "It's ok, cum in his mouth. He likes it that way."

I knew I couldn't pull back and I pulled him deep into my mouth as he exploded. His cum flooded my mouth and squirted out the sides as I choked and gagged on it. I heard my Goddess reaching an orgasm as she watched his cum spill out of my mouth all over his balls and into his pubic hair. His cum tasted bitter and it had small chunks of gelatinous material in it. I suspected he hadn't cum in a while.

I pulled back to avoid the taste and he kept squirting all over my face. I pumped his cock with my hand and licked the head until he was twitching from the sensitivity and asked me to stop.

I looked up at my Goddess and she was smiling sweetly at me. "Good job cocksucker, but you're not done yet."

I looked at her pleadingly, knowing she wanted me to lick up the cum, but my stomach was revolting at the thought.

"Make sure you get it all slut." she commanded and I knew there was no reprieve.

I started licking the cum out of his pubic hair as he laid back in exhaustion. My Goddess was watching the whole process, pointing out globs of cum that I missed. I hated licking the cum off his balls where I could smell his sweat mingled with the cum but the worst part was the gelatinous chunks that she had me lick up and chew. They were totally disgusting.

When she was satisfied with my performance she kissed me on the head. "That's my good little cocksucker." "Go wipe your face." She said, laughing.

As I was cleaning up, she started stroking on his cock and kissing him, trying to make him hard again. I could tell she wanted him to fuck her, but he was completely limp. After a few minutes she gave up and reached for me.

I slid inside her sweet wet pussy and it felt wonderful to me. She was soaking wet and she pulled me into her hungrily. I fucked her hard until I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock like a vice while she screamed out her orgasm. 

After she came, we looked up and saw the guy all dressed beside us. We said goodbye to him and he left. Afterwards she laughed with me. "I can't believe that guy came so quick." 

"Me either," I replied. "He came in buckets too. It's like he hadn't cum in a really long time. And his cum tasted terrible." I said making a face.

She laughed at me. "You did a great job cocksucker. You're really getting good at it. I'm going to have to make sure you get lots of practice." She said smiling. 

I gulped, knowing that she was turning me into her cocksucking bitch. I couldn't imagine how many cocks I would have to suck for her in the future.

"Go get my strapon." She commanded. "I want you to cum with my cock up your ass."

I got her strapon and she slid it on. She had me get up on top of her and ride it. This position, was both humiliating for me and pleasurable. It left me free to masturbate while the cock in my ass massaged my prostate. At the same time, it was totally humiliating to ride a cock to orgasm while she watched me.

I eased the big dick up my ass and let the pain subside. I felt her cock on my prostate and I started to move. Slowly at first and then building up in tempo as the pleasure washed through me. She lubed her hands and started stroking my cock as I rode her.

"You're a good little faggot slut, aren't you?" she taunted. "You like that big cock up your ass." 

I moaned in pleasure, feeling the cum start building up in my balls. "Cum for me, faggot bitch." She commanded, and I shot thick ropes of cum all over her tits and belly as I spasmed over and over again.

She smiled up at me. "My what a big mess you've made. You must have really been hungry for another load. Didn't you get enough last time?" She teased.

I looked down at her chest literally covered with my cum. All the pleasure was gone now that I had cum. The dildo felt huge up my ass and I could see the disgusting mess I had to lick up. I sighed as I pulled up and the cock slid out of my ass with a pop. I swung my leg over her body and knelt next to her. I bent my head down toward the cum and looked up at her one last time, pleading silently with my eyes.

"Lick it all up, cum slut. Every single drop."

I started licking and swallowing. Each lick was freshly revolting and I had to work for each swallow. She pointed as I worked, making sure I didn't miss any of the clumps of cum on her skin. She moaned while she watched me lick it all up. By the time I finished, she was panting and horny again. She looked me in the eye and pushed me down toward her pussy. She didn't have to tell me what she wanted then.

As soon as I started licking on her soaking wet pussy, she grabbed my head and shoved it hard into her pussy and started fucking my face. I worked my finger inter her pussy to finger fuck her at the same time and she quickly climaxed again, squirting her juices all over my face.

As I sat back up, she pulled me toward me and kissed me, sharing the cum smeared all over my face. "You are such a good cock sucking bitch."

I love my Goddess