Crossing Borders

As the Johnny Walker Black on the rocks swished around in my mouth before slipping down my throat, I wondered what she tasted like. As some of the drink spilled down my chin I imagined it being her juices. I imagined her thighs wrapped around my face, her pussy pulsating between my lips under the coaxing of my tongue. I could smell her across the room; she smelt like Vanilla and Lust. I tried to keep it together, to keep her from noticing me trying to stop looking at the rise of her breasts; the smoothness of the skin where her cheek meets her neck meets her shoulders. I bit my lips as I watched through hazy rose colored glasses as a smile spread across her face. I’m jolted by the sound of her laughter, wishing it was me making her scream out in ecstasy. 

I don’t know how the fuck this happened-- Or when I started craving her presence, her attention, her company. One minute we were strangers, then acquaintances, now secret lovers. It only took one night of liquid truth, one night of reckless abandon, and one night of seeing where the moment takes us. It happened so suddenly, so innocently. 

She told me I had nice lips. I blushed graciously. She said she bet they were soft and sweet. I licked them inadvertently. She told me I was being a tease. I smiled apologetically. She said she really wanted to kiss me. I paused. 

And before I knew it, her lips were on mine. Her kiss was earnest yet soft, inviting yet commanding. I was pulling her body towards me and slowly delving deeper into her mouth, her tongue caressing mine like a forgotten lover. And while I may have been startled, I was all in. The blood rushed to my head like a kiss from an old flame, but it was brand new. Half way through I had this moment of clarity, this moment of we shouldn’t be doing this… but as quickly as it came it was gone. I surrendered to the kiss reveling in the perfect passion that was this unforeseen moment. I acted with total disregard of consequence. Like a naïve teenager on prom night wondering nine months later how did I get here? That’s the thing about crossing lines, they’re like foreign borders, and the rules are always different on the other side. 

And now I find myself craving her, like a drug. Like an addict in recovery, I crave her and simultaneously tell myself-- NO MORE!! I have to stop THIS. THIS can’t end well, THIS can’t go anywhere, THIS can’t-- this CAN’T—THIS CAN’T--! 

But the truth is I can’t! 

I can’t stop wanting her. I can’t stop craving her. I can’t stop smelling her even when she’s not near me. I can’t stop fantasizing about our kisses, our soft touches. I can’t stop wondering what her inner soft sweetness tastes like or what she would sound like moaning my name, begging me to stop, or better, to keep going. 

Honestly, I CAN’T!

And I want to stop trying. To stop fighting whatever it is between us that keeps pulling us together; that keeps her blushing like a school girl in my presence. That keeps us doing this dance despite all of the risk, despite all of the potential consequence. 

I feel like saying fuck it We're grown! What's to stop us... Fuck the consequence of others, and their feeligs and their LOVE? Just embrace it all; to float through this Wonderland with the same reckless abandon that got me here and hope that nine months from now I know just how I got there.

Wherever that is…

But I CAN'T...


Because we are grown, and there will surely be consequence of this LOVE. Consequence larger than us... And so as I toss and turn these hot summer nights, hands tucked between hot moist thighs these next few days, weeks, months-- writhing in the reality of my withdrawals-- I'll have only the memory of what was and the reality of what should be. And as order is restored our passion that we shared will be but a vague memory; a glance across a room, a bitten lip and smile. Merely traces of what almost was... Consequence.

I'm Sayin' Doe!

I love a man who can hold up his end of a stimulating conversation, has a college boy vibe and an open mind. Mr. Clean Cut can turn me on with his entrepreneurial prowess, articulate speech and cultured social life. He's good in bed, and likely a freak, but often times a girl gets bored with Mr. Clean Cut, he's nice, but every now and then a girl needs to get her hands dirty!

-Enter Hood Willy-

I have becoming increasingly unhappy with the current "relationship" that I'm in, and recently decided to open up my options and find a possible new buddy. It always seems as if just when one man fucks up, another one lucks up, and little did I know, I would run up on someone new sooner, rather than later. I reconnected with this old friend of mine, we go way back to grade school. He's a cutie. Nice full lips, caramel complexion, nice package...and straight up hood fabulous!! He lives in the heart of the inner city, but he's smart, and his family is educated, but he chose to rebel and run the streets, even dabbling briefly in pharmaceuticals and other unsavory dealings. He has a "Fuck the World" attitude, Miami-hood drawl and about 13 tattoos on his body, including a full head shot of his mother's face on his chest, with her name in cursive underneath. How sweet.

Hood Willy is a thug. He drives a car that screams, "Dope Boy," with it's blacked out tints and driver's seat leaned all the way back. He is always rocking a fitted cap and his LL-esque habit of lip licking keeps his gorgeous pink lips unusually moist. He is actually very cute, his pretty boy face belies the thuggish lifestyle he lives, but as soon as he opens his mouth. Oh yeah, homie is definitely from round the way.

Immediately, there was a mutual flirtation, which led to an invite to come by and "catch up," and within the First 48 ;-), we were sitting on my couch, sipping cognac, laughing and reminiscing on the old days--minutes away from fucking. He has a slick sense of humor, and kept me laughing and blushing, as this was only turning me on more. Did I mention, how cute he was? After the conversation slowed down to more suggestive subject matter, I peeped his bulge start to grow and he started rubbing circles on my thigh. It seemed like homie was scared to make the first move, so I stood up and asked him if we were going to do the damn thing or what? It didn't take a second before he was up on his feet and following me to the bed. I laid down and he licked his lips and then got between my legs to start to lick mine. He had mentioned to me how much he had liked to eat pussy, which typically raises alarms that he may have a small dick, but upon further inspection, it wasn't bad at all. It wasn't ginormous like Mr. Boombastic, but shawty knew how to work it!

Hood Willy ate my pussy for a long ass time. He made me cum over and over and every time I cam to enough to open my eyes, I caught his eyes locked on me. He hadn't stopped looking the whole time. You may remember me mentioning it before in a previous group post, but Mellow used to do that, and drive me fucking crazy! Hood Willy kept going at my pussy for about 3 orgasms and then starting moving his lips up my body, kissing my thighs, stomach, stopping to suck my nipples with a hungry man's voracity and then up to my lips, where I could still taste myself on his breath. Mmm.



Then he commenced to fuck.the.shit.out.of.me. No, seriously, I had truly underestimated this guy. I never thought that I could be pleased by a dick less that 10 inches. Hood Willy proved that he could get it in. And in. And in! He had your girl gone. At one point, I think he was fucking me so hard, some of his ghetto transferred to me and I yelled, in my best 'Shanequa' accent, "Oh shit! I'm FINNA cum!"

When I rode his dick, he pulled me down to lean over him so that he could return to assaulting my nipples. We kissed deep and sloppy and then I sat up, bucking my hips and riding his dick like a pro. I was working it so hard, when I looked down at his chest, his mother's face seemed to be raising her eyebrows at me, as if to say, "You better not hurt my baby, hussie!" I tried to tune out his mother's stern-looking stare as I brought the last one home and collapsed onto his chest.

After we finished, we lay there catching our breath, both surely wondering how we got from two 3rd grade friends to this. But who cared? I threw him a towel and he wiped off his balls-region and got dressed. I threw on a shirt and we had one more drink before I sent him home. Before he got downstairs to his car he was already texting me about when would be the next time he could come lay it down.


It was great, and did I mention....I'm Back!!

Have you ever had a craving for some "thug passion"?

Can you take a tongue-lashing?

"Heaven finds an ear when sinners find a tongue" -Francis Quarles

Head is great. Especially head performed for a long time by a cunning linguist. Let's just get it out of the way now, head is fucking great!

So, imagine my Oh-face when I stumbled across this ad for a new sex toy by LoveHoney called 'Sqweel'. Its a 10-tongued wheel (yeah, i said it, 10!) that rotate to simulate a very special Quick-Tongued McGraw. I haven't used it, so I can't officially put the Pink Pussy Stamp Of Approval on it, but it does look amusing, to say the least.

Check it out...

Tongue Lashing

My ex and I are having a hard time separating from one another. One moment we're on, the next off. One week he's all over me and the next I can't get in touch with him. If I didn't care about him as much as I do, there would be no problem putting my foot down. Last week I told him I was ending our physical relationship in an effort to heal and accept our new platonic friendship. After we talked over the dinner I made and chilled on the couch for a bit, I hinted that it was time to leave. He pulled me closer to him, looked in my eyes not saying anything for a while, began to touch me places where he knew I'd weaken. He kissed me gently and then rougher more passionate kisses followed. For a good minute, I lost myself in it but realizing that I had gone back on my word, I pushed him away and asked him to leave. I wasn't really in the mood anyway but every day afterwords I thought about it.

Our arrangement generally consists of one outing a week. This week, I decided going out rather than staying in was best. We grabbed some late night Thai food together after work. Quick and easy, we were full and I usually can't do the deed on a full stomach. During the car ride home though I became mysteriously emotional and horny. I invited him to watch television. After an hour or so, I could see that the 'itis' was creeping up on him, he rolled over and put his arm around me guiding my body into spooning position. "Hell no," I thought. I was feeling guilty that I was now contemplating some action but I let him know and he used words I had said back to me, "I just want to lay here and hold you. It's probably not a good idea." I decided to fight back. I felt a tingle and a trickle of wetness there as soon as he turned me over and pulled me close. I knew he had begun to harden and was ignoring it. It was an easy battle - he had not brought condoms with him and I didn't have any either. I kissed him and he soon surrendered. He fingered my clit while he began to kiss my neck, breasts ... slowly going lower and lower.

I am a fan of oral sex. The teacher I told you about... that was definitely his specialty. He never needed the favor returned so I've become a greedy bitch about it. Because I have had experience with an expert, I know oral is not my ex's strongest suit and so I never push it because I don't want to be disappointed. Left with no other option to please me this night, he went for it and I needed something, anything ... so I let him proceed. He spent a lifetime down there ... so much so that I came twice. Maybe because I'm worrying less about offending him, I guided the way at times, telling him what I wanted, what felt right, when he shouldn't stop. As he fingered me while doing a number on my clit, I squealed in delight. He wouldn't stop. Even as I attempted to slide my behind away from him he grabbed my thighs tighter and zoned in. I was in ecstasy and couldn't contain myself, literally. A squirt of something caught him off guard.

Did I just...

to be continued...

Bow Chicka Bow Wow: "The Professional"

The World Wide Web is so useful for connecting people with the things that they need. Hungry people can look up the nearest food delivery spot; budget divas can find discounted clothes; and every now and again, Pink runs up on some good dick.

Enter The Professional.

It started out, as fairly amicable tweets between two fellow herb-smoking fuckalots. Both of us, were also committed to enjoying sex: I write about fucking, and he, well, he fucks. The Professional works in the adult industry, and though I didn't know it then, I know now that he is an EXPERT at his craft. No bullshit.

I'd been alerted via tweet that The Professional was coming in town, so being the hospitable person I am, I tweeted back, letting him know that when he touched down, I'd be down for an herbal session, or whatever...he was down. I had every intention of getting a free screening of his cumming attractions, but I liked the little game we were trying to play.. lol, as if neither of us already knew what kind of straight fucking we'd be engaged in. I'd never fucked a Pro before, and though I've been told I'm skilled in various areas, I wanted to see if I could hold my own with a man who literally fucks for a living!

When I pulled into the Arrivals deck of MIA (I had offered to pick him up), I started thinking about what he looked like in his pictures online--partly, because I wanted to be able to find him and partly because if he didn't look like he did online I was gonna keep on trucking and Homie would have to make alternate arrangements! There he is! Ahh, he's still a cutie...but damn, he's slim.

Lord, please don't let me break this boy. ("Heh," God replied. "You have no idea")

He gets in the car, hyper and friendly as a muthafucker. We make small talk, ran a quick herb errand and then head to the beach, where Pink's Lair is (or, the Bat Cave..which I later heard him refer to it as, I still need to ask about that). In the car, I knew things would get unscripted when I look out the corner of my eye and saw him unbuttoning his pants. He said something, which I vaguely remember hearing, and I looked, almost ran off the road because I thought he was going to whip out his Cockus Maximus...but he didn't. He was trying to show me a tattoo. Shit, ne-ga-ro!! When one goes unbuttoning, Pink's expecting to see some meat. Boy almost made me die BEFORE sex... which is a bad look all around. I didn't even see that damn tattoo all that well--though I did get eye to eye with it a little later-- Put it away, Homie. For now, at least.

So we get to my house and we're chilling. Getting lifted and laughing..a lot. This guy is funny as hell and I'm sure that added to me wanting to fuck the shit out of him as soon as the bud kicked in. He sat back and I saw his woody. "Wow," I though. Pretty substantial tent for such a little guy. He says, "I've got the munchies." I'm high as hell, too, so I start offering him popcorn, chips, juice....He cut me off, looked towards my crotch region and said, "I wanna eat that." Ah, hem. My bad. Knock your self out, Homie. And he did. His oral skills were on POINT and I was just about to cum the third time when he lifted his head and flipped me over (strong dude, yo) and pushed all up in my throat. Holy shit. The Professional commenced to fuck the shit out of me. On my side. Back. Stomach. Knees. Legs up. Legs back. Me on top. Bent over....About an hour or so in, I don't think he stopped for longer than the time it took to instruct me into the next position. Okay, okay, OKAYY!! Am I still cumming? WTF?

"You ready to tap out?" He asked. Smirking. "Hell no," I said. I had talked enough shit, I was going to take this beating like a woman. He sat back and I put my mouth over his dick. Partly to buy my pussy some recuperation time, and partly to repay him for the proper thrashing he was putting on me. I started to engulf him and he sucked in his breath, I knew he would like it. I swirled my tongue around the head and pressed my tongue along the underside of his dick while I took it all the way down my throat. I gulped on it, letting his head feel my muscle tighten and pulse around him. "Oh, shit," he said. Repeatedly. I knew he had enjoyed the pussy, all of that pounding, how could he not? But the head game. This is what had him making what I can only guess was the hardest "Oh-face" he could manage. I started to suck faster, then slower. Alternating between sucking the head and deepthroating. He was loving it, and from how wet my pussy was getting, I was loving it more. I was continuing my special attention when he pulled me off him, pushed me onto my back and slid into me. He pushed my legs back to my chest and pounded the shit out of my pussy. It was amazing! He had found my g-spot and his dick was banging into it with a porn star's furor. And he kept going. And going. And going....

We started fucking around 7 p.m. Took a few hydro and hydration breaks. We finally hit the sheets around 3 a.m. The Professional had fucked me for 8 hours, no pills...no enhancements...just a very lovely dick, youthful stamina and a true commitment to his craft.

Before I went to bed, Sheba texts me, "Girl, did you break him?"

I replied, "Hell no girl. I think he broke me."

To be continued...

Have you ever fucked a Professional? Did you hold your own?

If I Were A Boy

I may have mentioned this before but I wish I had a dick. I don’t want to be a man, but I wish I had a way to remove my pussy, place it in a satin box and attach a thick, juicy, mega dick in its place. My first order of business would not be peeing standing up. No that’s not my first desire; I want to pee and then be able to shake my dick dry. Do you know how wonderful that is? I went to club and I had to tip the attendant for 5 squares of paper to wipe my lady parts. It was ridiculous.

Next, I want my brand new mega dick sucked and titty fucked. I want some big-lipped, big tit, butter pecan Latin beauty with red lipstick to make a mess of my shit. I envision her big green eyes looking up at me as she takes it all in. Her brightly painted lips gliding up and down leaving a sticky trail, and the sounds of wetness and lust mixing to form the soundtrack of my fantasy. Once my mega dick is nice and wet and I want to tap the back of her throat a time or two. I want to titty fuck her and bust all over her curly back hair. Yummy, yummy, yummy she 's got cum on her tummy. I can see her grasping at the tip as it slides through the valley between her rolling hills. And she squeezes harder with each thrust coaxing me to climax.

I simply what to feel what a man feels during foreplay and moreover, I want to be at the mercy of a women. I've heard that men control sex but women truly own foreplay and I want to experience what it feels like to surrender and be served.

What would you do if you had a dick for a day?

A Bitch Like Me (Fantasy Fuck)

I've never been with a girl. Well, there was this one time, but I'm still trying to erase it from my memory. I never really went "all the way" and it's something that I think, when done with the right woman, could be enjoyed immensely. The reason why my first/last experience with a woman wasn't pleasurable was because this girl didn't turn me on. I mean, her oral skills were fantastic, but she wasn't hot enough for me to want to return the favor. I want to fuck a bitch like me.

Pretty manicured hands and feet...soft, frequently moisturized skin...full lips...thickness in all the right places. Just like me. And like me, she would know how to use her tongue, starting with kisses that wet the kitty just right. "Fuck me" kisses, the ones that come with nipple pinching, ass fondling and fingers making their way into the spot. Just because I love a dick in the room, there'd be one. His job is to tell me what to do to her. He talks, I do, she takes it.

He tells us to stop kissing. Tells her to lay down. She does. He tells me to get her wet, and she already is, but i kneel, take a nipple into my mouth, and rub on her clit. Sucking on her nipples, giving each one equal attention, my fingers become slick enough for me to borrow some of the juices and trace a sweet trail around her nipples. He likes. Now, how does she taste, he asks. I lick her juices from around her nipples, look at her and reply, Mmmm. I liked what I had tasted. She's sweet like me. I look at him for direction and he tells me to go ahead, baby, lick her. I made my way down from her breasts to her pussy, kissing all the soft spots along the way. She's smooth there, just like me. I run my tongue down the middle of her slit and use my fingers to pull her open. Smells sweet, too. I start off as a novice, he tells me to lick her from front to back. I do. I push my tongue into her, and then move it in and out, then back and forth, from her clit to her asshole. He adjusts her on the bed, with a pillow under her so that I have better access to the entire region. He starts sucking on her breast and tells me to suck her clit and start to get her ready for the beads...

I use a small amount of lube, coupled with her juices, to moisten my fingers enough to start prepping her asshole for the six small globes. I lick and suck her while I play with one finger around her hole. He reaches over and squeezes the other nipple while still sucking one and I suck her clit hard as I push my finger in. Tongue-fucking her pussy while I finger her ass, she's moaning enough that I think she may be ready. He thinks so too, and tells me to start pushing the beads in. He pulls her to her knees and gets under her. They start to sixty-nine each other while I start working the anal beads into her tight hole. One. He reaches up and pulls her asshole open, I take that as my cue to push in the 2nd and 3rd beads. She moans on his dick. She's already started shaking and it's taking both of us to hold her still. I lick around her ass, give her a light spank and then push in #4. He comes out from under her and lays her on her back. He tells me to finish her. I push in the last two then I put my lips back down onto hers. Pushing a finger inside, I press up against her g-spot, and plant my lips on her clit. And I suck. I suck her clit and don't let go as I fuck her g-spot. He stands over her, licking her nipples and smiling as she writhes beneath the both of us. Moaning and bucking, she's sweaty and done.

My fantasy fuck, is to suck a sexy bitch into oblivion. Anyone know how I can make that happen?

Check out the rest of the 'Fantasy Fucks' with Kimberly of The Errant Wife and see who else is taking part in today's group post: Hubman, Veronica, Topaz, Aurore, Petal, Autumn, Duchess, Nyxmst, Perv, Bdenied, Library Vixen and Dick Fitzwell!!!

What the Fuckety Fuck?

Okay, so apparently, Mellow is the jumpoff of the season right now, as all of my most recent posts seem to be co-starring him. (mental note: acquire new dick) Anywho, he and I have talked about my desire to venture deeper into the bisexual realm by participating in a 2-girl threesome..which he was all too happy to help me out with. I'd done the 2-guy thing (ended up being a WACK ass situation, will tell in future blog) and I was feeling like I needed to have my cherry popped on the other front. I had kinda messed around with another girl before, but I still had never tasted any pussy other than the juices of my own. Not sure I was dying to do it, but I was game to try some new shit.

So I met this FreakHoe on line, she replied to a personal ad I placed for a couple looking for a 3rd...She sent a picture, she was cute enough. the picture wasn't the best quality, but she has locs, too, big tits and an okay smile. Her eyebrows were kinda bushy, though, but I could work around that. She said she was into everything except "fisting and animals" which left a helluva lot to be explored. After a few get-to-kinda-know-you phone calls between she and I, another weekend visit from Mellow was coming up and I invited her to join us. She was down. Then on Friday afternoon, she cancelled. Mother nature called and she was out of commission and wanted to rest that night. We told her it was fine, and also let her know that she was welcome to just come and watch if she wanted to. Let her get to know us before we got to know her. She said she would come over the following night. Mellow fucked the shit out of me as usual that night, sans the third set of eyes.

Saturday night, Mellow came over and we had dinner and got ready for our company. I had a little bit of assistance to loosen me up, though Mellow was high on the just idea of what was to come. I texted her directions and she called when she was at the gate. I went outside to guide er from the parking lot. And then that's when shit got interesting...

What the fuckety fuck?!?

I looked down into the car to tell her where to park and the first thing I thought was that I was feeling like Smokey in Friday,"She said she looked like Janet Jackson, bitch got out the car looking more like Freddie Jackson!" DAAAYUUMMM!

Okay, she wasn't that bad, but she definitely sent us an old ass picture that was at least 5 years and 20 lbs ago. As I half smiled and pointed to guest parking, I quickly texted Mellow, "Hmmmm???!!" Hoping he would get the heads up. He didn't. I walked into the door, grateful for the mood lighting and introduced FreakHoe to Mellow. He was polite, didn't miss a beat, he poured me the drink he knew I needed and offered her one. She didn't drink, she said. We all went and sat on the couch. I looked at Mellow. We communicated with our eyes that since she was there, we may as well carry on and further more, she was unable to join in past a certain level, so neither of us had to go...there.

I focused on my drink and "Super High Me" which just so happened to be on the channel we randomly selected. Mellow asked her what type of shit she was into.. blah blah blah. Somewhere in between him asking her if she liked anal sex and me putting down my drink, I turned to Mellow and pulled his dick out. I wasn't big into talking when fucking is the plan, and truthfully, if I didn't start sucking dick soon, I was going to start being rude to this not-so-cute chick because I was still annoyed at the false advertisement online. Unlike a man, it is hard for me to ignore the face for the sake of the ass. If the face looks like ass, I can't fuck with ya...but I digress.

So, I'm sucking Mellow's dick and he tells the FreakHoe to come sit on the other side of him so he could see better. He tells her how much he enjoys my skill and tells her to watch how I take it deep and choke on it...he loves those spit bubbles. So I work him over, and then he pushes me back and gets on his knees in front of me. I pull my dress over my head and open my legs while he settles in. He holds my pussy open and tongue fucks me, using a finger on my clit until FreakHoe helps him out. She flicks my clit while he sucks on my pussy and they do so until I've had multiple orgasms. After about the 5th orally induced nut, he excuses himself to go upstairs and get my collar. He has me kneel on the sofa, then he hands her the collar and tells her to put it on me. She fastens it around my neck and hands him the leash. he pulls me up where my butt is on my heels and kisses me, then pushes my face back into the sofa and slaps my ass before he pushes up in me. Hes banging the shit out of me and she's watching at first, then she reaches over and plays with my clit while he hits it. he hands her the leash and tells her to spank me with it while he fucks me. She does. Lightly at first, then harder as he speeds up his pace. As long as I don't think about her non-cuteness, the sensation of all those hands on my ass and him banging the shit out of me brought me to several more eye-rolling orgasms. Whew. And this was only the beginning. He pulled out and told me to lay on my back. I did, and with my eyes closed, I was readjusting, waiting for Mellow to mount me when I heard him tell her to "go on". I opened one eye and saw her look up at me from between my legs...What the fuckety WHOA fuck?!?

I reached over and re-lit my blunt, laid back and inhaled as this chick sucked the fuckety fuck out of my pussy. WOW. Now I know why Mellow went first, this broad was a Beast! He would not have been able to follow this shit. Did I mention, WOW?! Okay, so what she lacked in looks, she definitely made up in FreakHoe-ness. WOW. Anyway. She tore my pussy up. I had to put the ganja out for fear I may black the fuck out and set the couch on fire. I looked over at Mellow, who was sitting back and stroking his dick. He winked at me and I just closed my eyes again and let her munch. After about 20 or so very skilled minutes, she stopped and I leaned into Mellow's lap again. He told her to come over and suck it for a while. I handed it to her and she went at it like she was Superhead or something. I mean moving her hands around like she was making pottery and shit, looking all focused...Shit, I just knew she had put me to shame. Then he said, "Mmm.. now make it wet and take it deep like Pink did." She spit on it, but then went back to sucking feverishly and twisting her hand on it. I could tell he wasn't feeling it and he told her to come up to him and let him suck her tits. He guided my head back down to is dick as he put one of her breasts in his mouth. She sat back and I looked up as she popped one huge tit out and as he started to suck she said, "Oh yeah, I got milk. See." She leaned back out of his mouth and squeezed her nipple, squirting breastmilk all over his chest...What the fuckety fuck??!

Did this chick just squirt titty milk all over my Mellow? Um, Ewww. He looked taken aback and was like.. "Oh, wow" I put his dick back in my mouth to keep from saying "gross..." Really, that shit can't be sanitary. Anywho. by now, there's a porn playing on the big screen and I'm sucking Mellow while he's playing with her tits. After a while, he suggests we go upstairs. He leads the way and hands her my leash. She walks behind me and as he makes his way into bed, she stops me at the top of the stairs and motions for me to sit on them. I sit on the stairs and she puts her face in my puss and starts to suck. She works her tongue in and out and as I let out a moan, Mellow comes out of the bedroom to see what happened to us. He looks down at me with my back on the ground, ass hanging over the top of the stairs and my legs up against either side of the door frame and smiled and grabbed my ankles to help keep me in position. She tongue fucks me deeper then moves her work down to my asshole. FreakHoe is working it and is alternating between sucking and spitting on my pussy and licking my asshole. I'm cumming back to back to back and at some point, Mellow let one of my legs go and started stroking his dick again. I so happy to be able to look up and see him doing that, rather than look down and possibly catch sight of her in the moonlight, that would kill it. Really, ya'll, she wasn't that cute.

So after another loong ass time, my back was numb, my legs were shaking and I was sure there a huge wet spot beneath my ass. We moved the party into the bedroom. We got into the bed and I got on top of him backwards and started to ride him. He pulled my leash towards him, bringing my back to his chest. I was grinding my pussy on him as she came around in front of us and started to lick us both. She planted her lips around my clit and skillfully sucked and kept her mouth on it as I moved on him. Then she would alternate and lick and suck his balls and ass. Completely unapologetic freak, she was. I got off of him and bent over and he got behind me. He pushed into my pussy and guided her fingers to play with my ass. I backed up into him ad he fucked me harder, she followed suit, moving her fingers in and out of my ass. He pulled my hair and started to hump harder, I knew he would cum soon. He pulled out and sprayed my ass and the back of my thighs then stepped back...the FreakHoe cleaned up every drop. What the fuckety fuck?

This was one hell of a night! Definitely not what I expected, but thankfully, not a disappointment. FreakHoe is not the type of chick you take out in public, more like the kind of chick you keep locked in a cage in the basement with a ballgag in her mouth...LOL. If you ever have friends in town who need a good licking...she's your gal!

Ever had to squint your eyes really, really hard in order to get down with a not-so-cute freak?

How I Missed Sheba's Birthday Night Out (and other plans that went awry...)

So I had been looking forward to Saturday all week long. Even though Sheba wasn't sure what we were getting into, she promised debauchery...and I was all for it! It was also a happy coincidence that Mellow was going to be in town, and I would get to finally make him pay for his recent misbehavior (see Silly Jumpoff...post). I had reserved a hotel room, so that it would be easier for me to cum and go, so to speak. Mellow was going to accompany me out on this night of debauchery, and I wanted to make the most of this night, so I called him. "Hey Baby, what time are we meeting up?" was how he answered the phone. "Just get your shit together and meet me at Hotel X in an hour," I said, and hung up. I let out a shit-eating grin as I thought about what I had planned. I went to pack a bag and shower, get the nani fresh for the lickin'..

I checked into the hotel and went to the room. I had a chance to straighten my corset under my cute strapless black dress. I glanced down at my 5 inch hot pink strappy heels with the sexy strap around the ankle and smiled again. He wouldn't know what hit him. Then my phone rang. "Hey baby, I'm here." He was so oblivious that it was kind of annoying. But, little did I know...

I gave my corset a tug, straightened my dress and opened the door. He was smiling (this pretty boy was always smiling) and I was stone-faced..though melting in my thong...he tried to kiss me and I stepped back, told him to come in and locked the door. He asked me why I was being so serious, "You can't still be mad about that bullshit from the other day, are you?" I didn't even answer his ass. I went and sat on the edge of the bed and he came over to me. I looked at his pretty ass and told him he was going to have to do more than smile to make up for that bullshit and he said, "Sure baby. That's why I'm here." He leaned down to try and kiss me and I told him to start lower. He smiled, and kneeled, thinking I was telling him to suck my pussy, I pushed my pink heel against his chest and told him "Feet first." He looked at me, and then my french manicured toes, and kissed each one. He seemed confused by the straps on my heels, so he left my shoes on and kissed the top of my foot, ankles and then up my legs. He kept going up, and when he got between my thighs, he lifted me up a bit and removed my already SOAKING thongs...

He went to town. He knows I like clitoral stimulation best, so he purposed teased around that area while focusing on fingering my pussy and tongue fucking me. He worked his skilled tongue in and out, bringing me to a shuddering orgasm. Just as I was cumming off of the first one, he pursed his lips around my clit and began to suck, as he pushed a finger into my asshole and pushed upwards. He kept sucking and fingering my second hole while I came again...twice. While I was trying to gather myself for the next step in my plan, this muthafucker flipped the script. I didn't have a chance.

He came up to me as if he were going to kiss my breast, but then... he reached up and put his hand around my neck. He pushed me backwards onto the bed and said, "Fuck this shit, I am running this shit. What the fuck you think I was going to let you curse me out and tell me you fucking other muthafuckers without coming here and fucking the shit out of you girl.. Still choking me, he said, "Now unzip my pants so you can take this dick!" I swallowed hard, already in a trance, and reached down to unzip his jeans, his huge hard on making the task difficult as hell. I felt his dick flop onto my thigh, then he let go of my neck and moved up to straddle my face. He squeezed my cheeks and told me to swallow his dick. I didn't have time to play with it like I usually do, in one fell swoop, he was in my throat. I barely had time to gasp for air as he ferociously fucked my face.

After he was satisfied I had sucked him enough, he stood up and pulled me to a sitting position. he grabbed the top of my strapless dress and pulled it down, painfully taking my corset with it. I winced, and told him I was wearing a corset, to let me take it off. He grabbed me by my locks and pulled my head down between my legs as he unhooked my corset. He took off my clothes and started to push me onto the bed as I said, "Wait, my shoes.." He damn near growled at me, "LEAVE THE SHOES ON!!" I didn't say shit. I laid down and while I was trying to adjust a pillow beneath me, he got between my legs, pulled my ankles up near his face and pushed up into me. He banged the shit out of me like that for a while. Silently. Then he dropped one leg, pushed the other up to my chest and leaned into me. He moved my face so that he was staring into my eyes and he said, "So you want to go and fuck other dudes, huh?" He emphasized this question with a deep thrust, not letting me lose his gaze for a second. He kept moving slowly and began talking to me. Telling me that he was pissed that I was giving this pussy to another guy. That he was sure this other joker couldn't fuck me the way he could. He held still and said, "So why are you fucking me now...and not him." I was silent. He thrust a few more times and then he slapped me clear across my face. WHAP! What the fuck, I was stunned. He said, "I fucking asked you a question. Why am I pounding this pussy right now and not him?" I quickly answered, exasperating and face still stinging, "Because you're the best, Poppa..." WHAP! He slapped me again and said, "Oh yeah, I'm the best? Well, does he fuck the shit out of you at least?" He leaned down and tongue kissed me. "You deserve that. With pussy this good, I hope you're not letting no wack ass dude fuck you."

He kissed me again and then told me to turn over. I rolled onto my stomach and WHAP! He slapped my ass. Hard. He pushed into my pussy and pulled me up onto my knees, pushing my back down into a deep arch. WHAP! He slapped the same cheek again... about 8 times in a row. Pounding my pussy from behind and pulling my hair, he kept spanking me, until I was close to tears. He kept going until I felt him slow down...what he does right before he cums, to make that last moment last longer...He pulled out and told me to kneel in front of him. I did, I opened my mouth, knowing what the next request would be. He stroked himself about two times and then let loose all over my lips, cheeks and tongue. He reached down and patted me on my head, "Good girl."

What the fuck just happened?

I checked my phone. Missed call from Sheba. My bad, girl.


When was the last time you were slut-fucked?

Man vs. Beast

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Salad For Starters

Now that I've found myself soon-to-be-divorced, I've started to live my life as a single person again. Though sex with my husband wasn't totally non-existent, it definitely lacked the flavor that made my mouth, and other parts, water. When we first started dating, we explored all kinds of sex. After we got married, he gradually started taking shit off the menu. So now that I'm back in the game, this twentysomething brickhouse of a Vixen is having a fucking blast getting back to some of my old tricks!

I met Mr. Mellow while out of town, through a friend of a friend and a night of Grey Goose (drink responsibly). When we met, my playground was "under construction" but we had fun exploring the other many, many ways to get each other off. Lucky for him, I completely enjoy "giving" as much as I do "receiving" so I had no problem giving him a preview of my skills. The fool was hooked! By the time I had returned home, and the cootch was back up and running, he was now in my part of town...and ready.

I was anxious to see what he was working with, but didn't hold up too much hope for the first fucking, only because he had a baby face and I have been disappointed by baby faces before. But, Shiiiit! The dick was OFF THE CHAIN! He was into all of the dirty talk that I LOVE, pulling my hair and hands around my throat while he smashes me into oblivion. Spanking me like I was auditioning for School Daze, saying, "Good girl, take that dick..." Shit, I was already on board. This dude could come get it every day of the damn week.

He began to show off his oralization skills and just when I was about to give this dude the crown, he looked up, face shining like a champ, and said, "Turn over." Now, I know there was only two things he was going to get ready to do: either he was sticking me there or he was licking me there. Either way, I turned my ass over and braced myself. This is when Mr. Mellow cemented his space on Pink's list, he served me up a tossed salad that had me speaking Arabic, man. What a team player! Going for the goal right away to let me know he has the heart to stay in the game!

So after I basically couldn't take any more, I had him lay down, gave him the superb head game he drove into town for and fell asleep wondering about what else may be on the menu...


When was the last time you were pleasantly surprised?