It's really not cheating if...

This happened a while ago, but it was an amusing weekend and Rachel reminded me of it earlier this week in an email, so I thought I’d share it here.

As always, we were friends-with-benefits but she was sort of seeing someone and had made it clear that, for this weekend – we were visiting old friends of ours and her new boyfriend had to work – we were purely platonic. Well, I picked her up and she looked absolutely fucking fabulous – her hair was shiny, her smooth beautiful skin was nicely tanned, her tits were terrific and everything was just perfect. I just absolutely, desperately, wanted to fuck her.

And she knew it. And, the cow that she is, she decided to play up to it and teased me constantly through the Friday night and into Saturday. She wore tight shorts that rode up
between her arse cheeks, and would then bend over in front of me for some reason or other. Her t-shirt was thin material, so that I could see her nipples and she knew there was no way I could keep my eyes off her. Suddenly, I wanted to get her back – and I wanted her, full stop.

I had two options, I decided. I could wave my cock in her face, but that wasn’t perhaps the best thing to do. The second option was to turn the tables and Saturday evening presented just the opportunity.

We were heading to a bbq and had just gone upstairs to change. I was wearing shorts and took off my t-shirt and boxers. I bent over, feeling the freedom down there and checked in the mirror – yeah, there wasn’t a way that I could stand that my balls weren't showing, and in some positions, my cock would be visible too. I loved it.

I went into our shared bedroom and Rachel was lying on the bed, wearing just a t-shirt and panties. I went over to my weekend case and bent down, as if I was getting something out from the bottom of it. I bent over so far, my balls nearly fell out of my shorts. I felt the cool air and I just knew that Rachel would be looking at them and, hopefully, getting turned on. My cock began to grow hard right away.

I pretended to fumble around in the drawer for a few seconds, and before I could straighten up, I felt a warm hand brush my arse cheek. The hand moved toward the crack of my arse, and I felt a finger run against my balls.

"You’re such an arsehole,” she whispered and cupped my balls. I pulled away, standing up straight and turned to her – my cock was now tenting the front of my shorts.

“I don’t know what you mean,” I protested, as innocently as I could.

She bent forward and touched my hard dick. As always, her touch was electric. She ran her thumb over my cock head and a light stain appeared on my short.

“So nice and hard,” she said, “and so hot already.” She moved her fingers downward and gripped my cock, moving her thumb around the whole time. I watched her face, as she licked her lips and then, all of a sudden, she got to her knees and tongued my balls, where they poked out the bottom of my shorts.

“Your fucking balls,” she said, “you know I’ve just got to suck them.”

After a few moments, she stood up and pulled her t-shirt off and dropped her panties. Her cunt seemed to glisten. She grabbed my shorts and pulled them down in one quick movement.

“Take your t-shirt off,” she said and laid on the bed, her legs spread. “Come over and let me suck your cock, while you suck my pussy. So long as you don’t stick your prick in me, I figure I’m not cheating.”

“You’re the boss,” I said – I wasn’t a stupid man, I didn’t need asking twice. I jumped on her, sticking my cock in her mouth while reaching under and grabbing her arse, bringing her cunt right in my face.

I licked her pussy up one side and down the other, and then stuck my tongue in as far as it would go. Her cunt was hot and wet, the insides smooth against my tongue. I pressed my tongue against her clit and started working my magic.

I love cunt and I put everything into that performance – I pulled her lips apart, teased them with my tongue and fingers, then pressed her clit up so that I could pound it with my tongue until she was gasping, when I’d slow down, big licks against it, before speeding up again. Soon, she gripped me hard and I sucked and licked for all I was worth and she came with a resounding grunt.

All the time I’d been servicing her, she’d been playing with me and, too soon, I could feel my own orgasm building. “Nearly,” I said but she kept sucking me and finally I shot in her mouth. She moved herself back a bit but didn’t take her mouth off my cock and she must have swallowed everything. Even though I was done, she kept sucking, my balls falling all over her nose.

She pulled my cock out of her mouth and licked around it, then licked my balls, finally winding up with her tongue running around the rim of my arse- hole. Then, she suddenly moved me off her with a quick shove.

“That was fantastic,” she said, “and your cock never went in me, so we all win. Now, how do you fancy eating me out again before we head off?”

Weekend blowjob (from a punk, no less)

I was at the club at the weekend, but ‘off-duty’ (though I did manage to get some nice shots), so I was taking in the music and the women and the atmosphere and getting more than a little tipsy.

There’s a punk girl in there, who hangs around a lot. I know she’s done a little underground modelling and wants to get into the fetish stuff and I like her, like her style, but she’s still a bit raw at the moment (and her pierced lip and tongue – oddly enough – don’t sit well with the photographs).

She came over and started talking to me, making polite conversation about some of the bands we might have seen and the weather and whatever else. Since I was off-duty, I was casual – shirt, chinos, sandals. She looked me up and down. “Not dressing to impress?” she said and laughed.

She was wearing black stockings and a garter belt, a short black skirt and a black bustier. I say it myself but she looked fucking hot. “Did you want me to impress you?” I said. It was the drink talking, really, combined with the heat in the club but she was getting better looking all the time.

“Do you want to do something exciting?”

“All the time.”

“I’m going for a pee, why don’t you follow me.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

I’ve never really been into pee games but I got the idea that’s not what she was thinking of. I watched her walk away, with an exaggerated swing to her hips, then followed her.

There’s no-one else that I can see in the ladies and one stall door is mostly closed. I take a deep breath and push the door. Punky is sitting on the toilet with her skirt and panties around her ankles, her bustier pushing her cleavage up nicely.

“Fancy seeing you here,” I said.

“Fancy.” She got up and wiped her cunt off, then pulled her panties up her long legs. She turns, her perfect arse right in front of me as she bends over to pull up the toilet seat for me.

The stall is fairly long but narrow and as we step past each other, she tickles her fingers against my crotch. It works and I get hard but now that I’m in the toilet, I want to go. Punky went out, to wash her hands and I pulled my hard cock out of my chinos and tried to have a piss. A little comes out, but not as much as I need.

“Hey, need a hand?”

Punky comes back to the stall and, without saying another words, grabs my cock, her cool hands fitting around it perfectly. If anything, it gets harder. She turns me around, standing so close behind me I can feel her tits on my back and aims my cock at the toilet. I strain and finally manage a little stream of pee, then I said “It needs shaking.”

She did it, just right, but then began to slowly stroke my cock.

“That feels good,” I told her, watching her hand move up and down my shaft.

"Do you like watching my hand on your dick?"

Her sweet voice, the dirt of her words and the pure visual splendour of watching her wank me off are too much and I start fucking her hand, which is still gripped around my cock. She responds by wanking me faster with one hand while spitting on the other and using it to get my dick wet and slick. She sits on the toilet and puts both hands to work on her handjob. I want to pull her tits out of the bustier, to play with them but it doesn’t feel right and, before I can say anything, pulls my chinos and boxers down and lowers her mouth onto my cock and starts slowly sucking me off.

Moaning, I watch her swirl her tongue around the head, looking into my eyes. Her technique is masterful as she sucks on the head of my dick while stroking the shaft with one hand and gently massaging my balls with the other. She lets out a moan that hums around the head as she eagerly sucks me off bouncing her head up and down in my lap.

She moves faster and I start to move too, face-fucking her. She tries to smile around my cock and winks at me. I move faster and the sounds of slurping echo in the stall, I can’t keep this up for much longer and take a quick snap with my mobile.

“I’m going to cum,” I said, trying and failing to keep from shouting.

She winked again and began to rub my balls harder.

The first blast erupts into her open mouth splashing on her tongue and dripping onto her full, luscious lips. The second and third blasts hit her on her chin and some of it dribbles down into her cleavage. She keeps sucking and wanking me until I’m literally holding myself up by grabbing the tops of the stalls.

“Fucking hell,” I said, when she finally finished, “that was good.”

“Glad you liked it. Now all that cum’s made me hungry, facing getting something to eat?”

An Anglesey adventure

I don’t make it a habit of chasing after people who are “taken” but sometimes, as with my Penzance adventure, things start to happen and they start to happen very quickly.

I was involved in a shoot for a car, in the depths of Wales on the isle of Anglesey. One of the PA’s was a woman called Sharon, a really good laugh and we got on like a house on fire. She was about five foot five and voluptuous, really curvy. She had shoulder length blonde hair - always nice - and a cracking set of tits. We were in the pub after the second shooting day and we’d danced a bit and having those tits pressed up against me was doing things I shouldn’t have been thinking about.

We took it back to her hotel room and after a little drink - we were both more than a little merry by then - she went into the bathroom. When she came out, she was wearing white cotton panties and a white vest-top that showed her big tits off perfectly.

“If you’re staying put,” she said, smiling, “now might be the time to get into your pyjamas.”

“Dammit,” I said, “they’re in my room.”

“Oh no, that means you’ll have to sleep naked. And that means that I might have to touch you…”

Before I had a chance to respond, Sharon pounced on me and pulled my jeans down, then my boxers. She didn't touch my cock with her hands at first. She stuffed it into her mouth like she hadn't eaten in days and it was the only thing that would satisfy her hunger.

Sharon sucked me with gusto and when I reached down and touched her panties, they were soaked. I slid my hand under the gusset and pushed two fingers into her dripping cunt and finger fucked her. The more I played with her, the deeper she sucked my cock into her mouth until I was all in and could feel her chin on my balls!

She let go of my cock, stood up and pulled her panties and vest-top off. Her body was better that I’d imagined and my cock throbbed. She smiled and got onto the bed beside me.

"I need to ask you something." she said to me.

“Anything,” I said.

“Look, I don't want you to get the wrong impression. We're not going to fuck, not now - I have someone back home and we get on well and we might have to work together again, so I just want to have a bit of fun. Is that okay? We can mess around and do everything but fuck properly, yeah?“

I had no problem with that and told her so.

“So do you think you can make me cum? I masturbate at least once a day and I haven’t had a chance to yet. Sucking you off has made me so fucking wet and horny, I need to do it now. So make me come and short of fucking, I’ll do whatever you want."

Who could resist an offer like that? I laid Sharon on the bed and began sucking her gorgeous big breasts. She moaned, writhing around as I alternated between kissing her tits and rubbing the dripping head of my cock against her nipples.

She began pinching her tits as I smeared them with precum, which she scooped up with two fingers and licked clean.

"Lick my pussy,“ she said, her voice breathy, “lick it and make me cum.“

Who needs telling something like that twice? I kissed my way down her body and settled between her legs, taking in the view. Her cunt was neatly trimmed, the lips glistening with juice and parted slightly. I leaned forward and ran my tongue from top to bottom. She tasted incredible. I lapped at her clit and sucked her juices while she played with her tits.

I alternated, mouth and fingers, on her cunt, sucking her clit and fingering her and kept going until she had an orgasm that rocked her body and made her scream into her fist. She pulled me up quickly, kissing me hard, her tongue exploring around my lips and stealing her juice.

She grabbed my cock, which was hard as rock by now. “Fuck my tits, cum all over them.” She sucked my cock, covering it with saliva, then sat up and spat on her tits, rubbing them together and lubing them up.

When she decided they were slick enough Sharon lay back, holding her tits in her hands. I straddled her, her pubes tickling my arse and slid my cock between her tits. She pushed them together, wrapping them tightly around my cock. I began fucking her chest slowly and reached back at the same time, so that I could play with her cunt again. She gasped, then leaned her head forward so that she could kiss and lick the head of my cock with each of my thrusts.

Just when I thought I couldn't be more turned on Sharon reached back and cupped my arse cheek, lightly stroking my balls.

“Fuck,” I said, “this is too good.”

“Then cum,” she said, moaning, “cum all over my tits.”

I thrust hard a few more times, the sensations and sights proving too much and then I came really hard. The cum seemed to explode out of my cock, landing on her chest and face and a string of it went into her hair. I thrust for as long as I could and she played with my balls and in the end, I had to roll off of her.

“Wow,” she said, once she’d got her breath back. “That was fucking excellent.”

And it was. Sharon and I never did have sex, but we met up on the next few jobs and always had great non-penetrative sex. She’s not a PA any more and we only speak occasionally through email, but I’ve never forgotten that Anglesey tit-fuck!　

Happy New Year!

As you can see in the photo below, I had an absolutely storming New Year - hope you did too!