Anatomy of a pickup rim job

I was catching up with sexy Cheryl, and sure enough, she had a new adventure she was willing to share:

"Monday night I was out with guy. Dinner. Cocktails. Chat. Two Margaritas and I was happy. Guy is decent. Cute. First date thingy, "although we went to a baseball game once as friends.

"Anywho, I ordered a glass of Port after dinner to sustain my buzz. He looks at me and says 'what would you like to do now?' I hate that fucking question. Especially with that leer some guys have. This guy had it. He didn't want anything more from me but a nice fuck. Screw him.

"So, I looked at him and said, 'The only thing I want to do is to have my ass licked. I want my ass worshipped. I want to have you lick my feet all the way up to my asshole and then ream me until I tell you to stop. Then, when I am satisfied, you will go home and I will take a bath and masturbate. How does that sound to you?'

"I thought he was going to faint. I was hoping it was from shock and disgust rather than shock and wanting to take me up on it. He looks at me and says, 'hmmm, well, umm...that might be nice, but it will have to be some other time.' 'Oh, OK,' I said.

"He dropped me at home. Now he has a great story to tell...

"Later, after sitting at home for an hour, I realized I really would like to have my ass worshipped a bit. I really didn't want to try to troll for someone so I took a bth and played with myself and my ass. No good. Not what I wanted. I got up and dried off. Got a vibe and tickled my ass. No good. I needed tongue.

"So I pulled up a skirt. Put on some heels. Nice tight tee, braless, with a cute jacket and went trolling. I knew where to go. I walked in to my fave place, I saw Jeff. I was pretty sure he'd be there on a Monday. His wife has a book club. 'Jeff, listen, I need a little something.'

" 'Want me to guess or are you going to tell me in sordid detail?' he said. 'Guess,' I replied.

" 'Hmmm....take of your jacket. ahh...braless. What about panties?'

" 'None.'

" 'Hmmm...did you have a date?'

" 'Yep.'

" 'OK, I know what you like but I know you change it up a bit so I am going to guess you want to play glory hole. (Oh my goodness...great game).

" 'Not quite Jeff. Here's a hint: Mrs. Jeff doesn't let you near there.'

" 'Ahhh....yes ma'am. I do believe I am your man.' I giggled 'I know you are the man, that's why I'm here.' 'Where to, Cheryl?''My place as soon as you can get there.'

"He followed me. I opened the door. I walked a few feet in and Jeff followed. I stopped. The door closed. I could feel my skirt being lifted. Jeff is not a small guy. Very handsome. Rough hands. Big fingers. His hands were on my butt cheeks and he spread my ass. My skirt must have been over his head...a funny look in my minds eye.

"Anyway he spread my butt, wet a finger and teased my asshole. What a feeling. He stood up with his hand under my skirt and his finger dangerously close to penetrating my ass. He pushed me toward my couch and bent me over the arm. Then he really went to work with his tongue. It felt so incredible. He reached around to play with my clit, but I told him no. Jeff doesn't have to be told twice. He always does want I want. He must have rimmed me for 20 minutes. I had enough. I needed to cum so badly. I told him to lay on the floor. I squatted over his face and played with my pussy until I came. Then a scooted down and let him lick me. Absolute delight.

"I asked if I could do him any favors. 'Not tonight, babe. Susan will be home soon and after book club she always wants a tumble. This was a good work up for that.

"I know Susan, and she knows that Jeff does favors for me. She hates giving head and she is dead set against back door play so she let's me and Jeff dabble around to satisfy each of our base needs. She likes to watch me give him head on occasion and once she actually masturbated while I was doing Jeff -- that was a pretty good thrill.

"I am such a tramp. And, I rather like it."

I do, too!