collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
I’m writing an erotic thriller about a woman who becomes a prostitute (I am a man BTW)
It’s written in the first person as she looks back over the course of several years, and ends in the present moment.
I’m wondering if I should write in the third person, would it be more effective? Thanks . . .
Over the years my wife has developed a blowjob technique for dealing with the ‘Morning Wood’: it’s not so much a blowjob per se rather a LOT of lip & tongue action and ‘edging’ until I’m right at the point and pre-cum is trickling out then she’ll STOP and tighten her grip around the base of my cock and wait fifteen to thirty seconds. When she releases her grip my cock will have become a little less hard than moments before and she picks up with her lip & tongue action all up and down the shaft, and edging around the rim of my helmet. When the pre-cum starts to trickle out once more she’ll STOP again, and once more tighten her grip around the base of my cock and back off and wait another fifteen to thirty seconds. She’ll repeat this process, tickling & torturing my rod with her lips and tongue and some gentle finger action until cum is flowing out my cock and pouring down my shaft like lava – unbelievable the amount of cum that comes out! At this point she starts stroking FAST and HARD, her lips like an O around the head of my cock. It takes about ten to twenty seconds of real fast jacking me off into her mouth and then I cum AGAIN! spurting hot cum into her mouth . . . this is the closest thing to a male multi-orgasm there is and it is FANTASTIC . . . Wifey gives me this treatment about once or twice a month and I live for it . . .
Late forties, blonde, just this side of fat, nicely covered is how I’d describe her; she can still rock a string bikini and that’s how we met. I was between jobs, picking up some work as a handyman. I was servicing her pool (believe it or not); I couldn’t take my eyes off her incredible knockers and she damn well knew it. There was some mild flirting then she signaled she was willing to play and things developed from there.
By the time we’d knocked out Round One, we were in the shower together and she was stroking my
pole in a fistful of suds, marveling at my size and hardness. I in turn was soaping her up, paying special attention to her nice round ass and thick, muscular thighs while diddling her clit with my other hand and when she was well soaped up back in the crack of her ass I popped my thumb up her butt, all the way past the knuckle, all the way to the second knuckle.
She gasped and went up on the balls of her feet to escape my violation but I was relentless, all
the while rubbing her pussy and clit with my other hand. Her hands went to the wall as she writhed back and forth seeking escape from my invasion of her most private place but I had no intention of letting her go. Finally she was cumming like there was no tomorrow, moaning and sighing like a woman possessed.
I finally let her down and there was a pleasant little < pop! > sound as I withdrew my thumb. She looked at me with wide eyes, her chest heaving, “That was … the most incredible … orgasm … I have ever had,” she said between deep breathes, those magnificent chest monsters of hers going up and down. Then when she finally caught her breathe she looked me deep in the eye and said in a
quiet voice, “You can put your dick anywhere you want, on or in my body.”
I took this for what it was – permission – so I turned her towards the wall again and this time poked
my the head of rock hard cock right onto her slippery little butt hole. She was loosened up just enough for me to slide it home and then she was wiggling and wriggling all over again, back up on the balls of her feet again as I gave it to her, her tight anal sphincter clamping around my rod. Ever the gentleman I reached around and diddled her clit as I fucked her ass and when she started cumming again I shot my load, filled her ass with what seemed like a gallon of white hot jizz.
After that afternoon in the shower she was converted to butt sex and it was the beginning of a beautiful relationship. Sure we had lots of regular sex in the bed, downstairs on the sofa,all over the house, out in the hot tub even and I truly enjoyed running my hands over and feasting my eyes on her voluptuous, curvaliscious body as we lay together but let me tell you, there is nothing in the world like fucking a thick cougar in the ass.
This is about second time I posed nude for the artists – for the background and story to date, please see the first part of this story ‘Modeling Nude for Money in College’.
I took the job because the money was good for a college kid – $15 an hour – and because there were only two prerequisites: A) I owned a bathrobe, and B) I was willing to take it off. I showed up for the afternoon class about ten minutes early, so there’d be time to change into the bathrobe. The professor – who was now my ‘mentor’ (described in the first story) – was busy dealing with a student. She looked up at me over her reading glasses and indicated the bathroom with a nod of her head. I went in, undressed, donned the robe and came out into the studio, already feeling self-conscious in that I was the only person there not wearing clothes of any kind, just the robe, totally naked underneath, in a room full of fully-dressed people.
When I was in college I saw an ad: $15 an hour for nude models. This was good money so I went for it. I became an artist’s model for over 2 years. At first it was what I expected. The art professor was a woman in her forties; brunette, attractive. I kept my eyes where they belonged but it was impossible not to notice her shapely figure, especially her generous breasts – she was showing a bit of cleavage and that’s always impossible not to look at.
She directed me to undress in the bathroom. I would find a bathrobe hanging there, I was to come out in the robe. As I entered the studio full of art students there was a split second of hesitancy – was I really going to go through with this? Then I dropped the robe, stepped up on the little platform and suddenly there I was standing nude in front of a room full of artists – men and women – mostly women actually, mostly middle aged. There was a younger woman amongst them – a girl my own age – blonde, beautiful – when her eyes met mine I felt intensely self-conscious.