A very, very bad boy

About an hour after David left, Chad came over. He looked very troubled and earnest. We sat on the sofa and he took his hands in mine and confessed that he had been unfaithful. I still had David's come in my pussy. I wasn't going to blurt this out, of course. The way I keep my pleasure separate from my emotional health (and professional viability) is through stealth, lies and compartments. "You're like a man that way," my ex-husband said. Now Chad was looking very guilty and worried. It was incredibly sweet.

I got down on my knees and nuzzled against his crotch. I felt his penis start to grow down his right leg. "Are you mad at me?" he asked.

"That depends on how you confess," I said. If nothing else, I am very good at interviewing suspects and gaining confessions -- but not this way at work, of course. I looked up at him, then unzipped his slacks and reached into his boxers.

"You have to tell me everything. What was her name?"

He hesitated until I had his cock out in the open air and kissed its head.

"L-l-l-lauren..."

"Mmmmm." I gently rubbed his shaft with two fingers and licked very lightly.

"Did she suck your cock?"

"Yes."

By this time he was completely hard. Chad's cock is an amazing thing. It's too big and long to stick straight up, but it was elevating above the fabric, bouncing toward my mouth. I took him in as far as I could and sucked him. "Is she as good as me?"

"No," he moaned.

"Tell the the truth or I'll stop." I quit even touching him.

"NO!" I was aroused, too. Territorial aroused. I used to be jealous; now I try to channel that impulse into just being territorial, and getting the joy of the voyeur.

I went back to lightly jerking his shaft and licking it. Licking it like a lollypop on the head, up and down the shaft, gently nibbling.

"Did you shower before you came over?"

"Of course."

I punched him in the solar plexus. Not too hard. "You're a bad boy. I can't taste Lauren on your cock. I can't smell her pussy..." Any discomfort he felt went away as his cock, mind of its own, rose up in full glory. I lightly sucked him as I unbuckled his belt, undid the button of the slacks and slid them and his underwear down. He cooperated fully. He was already breathing hard and his balls were tight.

"Did you fuck Lauren?" He admitted he had. Twice the night before.

"Just twice?" Licked the shaft, nibbled at the edge of the head. My warm hand caressed his balls. "Did she like it."

"I think so." Such a modest lad for such a well-endowed one. I made him tell me more. Lauren was 22, a girl his age, but she wasn't intimidated by his size. She took almost all of him inside. She was a moaner, not a screamer. Lauren had never had such a large cock before, or so she said. I just kept the tension going, licking a little, stopping, sucking for awhile, stopping. He was getting very, very aroused relating his adventure. I kept asking for details. What did her pussy look like? Did you try to fuck her in the ass? Swallow or spit?

"Bad boy," I said. "Don't even try to come yet." I gripped the root of his shaft hard. "Does she have big tits?"

"Uhn-huh...no..."

"Oh, you like legs and ass...." It was no use. I felt his long shaft pulse so I went down on him and after the second rotation of my mouth he filled it with tasty semen, yelling in his orgasm. Yelling my name. An essential for a gentleman: Know the name of the woman to whom you are making love at that moment. He came in three strong spurts and I swallowed as fast as I could. Until the last load, which I held in my mouth and rose up to French kiss him, make him share it with me, the come I got instead of young Lauren.

It didn't take long before we were in the bed. I made him lick me until I came -- he was imbibing my pussy juice mixed with David's semen. Then we were fucking. Did I imagine he had picked up some confident new moves with Lauren? Chad fucked me in all sorts of positions, coming twice more, forgetting Lauren at least for awhile. I was happy for him, and relieved that he won't be trying to fall in love with me. I'd been fucked four times in just a few hours, had a stomach full of come. I was tired and happy.

I try to resist that last leaving-town temptation

I've loved your kinky stories -- they've given me some hot masturbation material as I have endured celibacy with work taking me from Paris to Berlin, Brussels and, well, I'd better not say.

So you want to know about Justin? Oh, yes, sleeping with my "hood" brother-in-law, after his years of hitting on me. It was one of the most irresponsible things I've ever done, so of course I couldn't eventually resist it. I can be completely straight and narrow on everything but sex.

I spent the days after my going-away party letting my little pussy readjust, and my mind wander back to fond memories. (Read about them here, here here and here). I am packing and thinking, it's good to be getting out of town. Good to be getting away from the inevitable tryst that will blow up my life -- and the playtime with Justin is a very good candidate. C-4 explosive.

So I am slowly saying goodbye to my Seattle condo (where so much good sex has happened), hoping Justin doesn't "drop by" and partly hoping he does. That is Bad Linda talking. As usual, Bad Linda prevails.

I'm already asleep when there's a banging as the door. Justin looms through the fisheye. All I have on is a T-shirt, but I open the door. He comes in with an angry stride -- he and Amber have had a fight. He's at his most macho, masculine, strangely attractive this way -- at least in small doses. So I let him grab me up and start kissing me, while rubbing my bush and pussy that are exposed by the raised T-Shirt. I feel his big cock expanding down the left leg of his jeans.

Back in the bedroom, he just wants to fuck me, but I lay him down and undress him as he complains about my sister. He's not complaining by the time I have him naked and start stroking his cock. It stands up straight and grandly in the ambient light, like some monument to the gods of fucking. But as I start to kiss and lick, I can smell pussy. Not mine.

"Did you fuck her tonight?"

"Mmmm-hmmmm."

So here it is -- my sister's pussy scent and dried pussy juice on my lover's penis. In the abstract, it's strange and compelling. In the flesh before me, it's primal. I am a bad, sick girl, my good-girl voice says. But I am fascinated and turned on. I imagine Amber: the brunette to my red hair, the sister with big boobs, but not my fine legs. Her scent is strong like mine, but somehow different, too. I inhale and run my nose and tongue around his crotch. I make him tell me how he fucks her and I slowly suck his cock. He is blue-collar and inarticulate, but I stop sucking if he stops talking. Amber is a pure missionary girl -- won't even ride him. If she comes, he can't tell. He always has to initiate sex. I stop and make him give me the primal stuff. How it feels. Does she wrap her legs or keep them wide? "She says I'm too big for her..." I go back to worshipping this cock. Soon I let him just enjoy it and am madly sucking and jerking the shaft when he comes. He shoots strongly into the back of my mouth. No wonder they have four kids -- after fucking her, he still has enough semen left to nearly choke me.

We spent the next hour fucking -- he has a wonderful recovery time. And it is surprisingly tender. I let him fuck me in all sorts of positions -- my pussy is very ready to be fucked again. I let him fuck me in the ass, finally. He can get about half the way in. I have a strong orgasm myself. And then I steer him toward the door. He can't stay here tonight. He needs to get back to being a husband. And I am leaving myself. And this big, tall, macho guy cries as I hold him. Then he's gone and the locking of the door sounds unusually loud in the cool night.

My going-away party, Part III

I have just been fucked by two strangers. I can't see them, but I know how they feel on top of me, the texture of their skin, the scent of their breath, the size and shape of their cocks, the way they fuck and the way they sound when they come, the volume of sperm they pump into me (a lot).

"How much edge can you handle, you little slut?" Chris had asked the question with a fond look but an edge in his voice. I knew he had been angry with me for screwing around on him -- just as I had been pissed at his continued dalliance with Heather. So now I was leaving, and he wanted to throw me a "party." Would I go along? No details. "I don't want to be hurt, and if you bring friends, make them wear condoms," I said. He nodded. Liar.

Now I lie on the soft, expensive sheets that smell of sex. My hands are still tied to the headboard with soft but unyielding restraints. My little pussy aches from being fucked and from being taken to the edge without letting me come. I know it's all part of his plan. If a woman could have blue balls, I am she. No one says a word.

The mattress is again depressed and a body lies beside me. Skin on skin, this is unmistakably female. She gives me urgent French kisses, her tongue exploring my mouth, then lingering, teasing lip brushes. Her hair falls down on my cheeks and neck. It feels lush and curly. She's a good kisser. After a few minutes of this, she leans over me and one heavy breast caresses my face, then the other does. Her nipples are erect and thick, and I lick and suck them hungrily. But soon she takes them away. Now I feel a leg coming across me and I smell pussy as she moves to sit on my face and get adjusted. Her pubic hair is soft and sparse.

Her pussy is very wet. The juices cover my lips and nose as I start licking and tonguing her. She's has a very pungent pussy odor, and I start to get aroused all over again. Someone has recently fucked her, because as I drill my tongue into her vaginal canal I taste man -- I get thick globs of semen mixed up with her pussy juices and swallow them. The semen has a sharp, nasty smell. She rocks back and forth, moaning softly as I work on her. After a thorough tongue-fucking, I worship her labia, only occasionally darting up to her clit. She has small, bud-like pussy lips. Then, as I really focus on her clit, she starts grinding against me. This goes on a long time. With my hands tied, I can't guide her or raise her pelvis.

Thank God she's relatively light or I would suffocate. By now she's really grinding against my face and I am bearing down with my tongue on her clit. Her pussy is making lubrication overtime now and it covers my face even as I try to lick it up and swallow it. Her cunty smell becomes even more pronounced, and I can feel her shake in little pre-orgasm contractions.

"AhhhhhhhhhhhOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhGod
Godaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she lets out this long, low moan, shaking and pushing against my face. I involuntarily wrestle at my restraints. I want to hold her close. But I can't. After sitting and rocking for awhile, she dismounts with a little yelp, and I am alone again on the bed.

My high school fellatio class

It's my regular Wednesday post on my sister site, The Fellatrices. Today I confess all about how I kept my virginity in high school...technically. Hope mom isn't reading.

The blowjob, the first time...

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Some suck, some don't -- and that sucks

I was talking to Kathleen and Jennifer about my latest blowjob conquest. Kathleen was aroused and Jennifer was horrified. It made me realize there are two kinds of women in the world. Read more on my latest Fellatrix post.

Eve tastes the apple, or at least two men

I passed on a New Year's Eve party that I knew would be dull, and went down to the bar district near my apartment. The first place was packed but I could feel the eyes on me when I walked in, wearing a black leather miniskirt and leather jacket. I ordered a martini and gave the polite brushoff to several men.

Then a guy came up and introduced himself as Max. He was older and distinguished-looking, not at all like the young crowd. I let him buy my second drink. We talked above the din and the people kept crowding in, drawing us closer. He was big and masculine and I was attracted to him.

I let his hand linger on my arm...I'm a toucher myself. His ring finger bore the imprint of a removed wedding band. And pretty soon he dropped down to my leg. Just the lightest touch on my knee. I kept talking. He was a good listener. And that hand eased up inside my thigh. I could feel myself getting wet and even in the bar I could smell my scent. He could, too, and smiled knowingly. I opened my legs.

I turned more to face him and he found my pussy, then my clit, and just kept rubbing me through the pantyhose. It's a good thing the drink was down on the bar when I shuddered and came. I gave a whimper and the others around us looked at me. I could tell I was flushed.

"Let's go to your place," he whispered in my ear. "Not tonight," I said. He smiled and shook his head and handed me his card. An OB-GYN, no less. We parted soon after.

It's been years since I me a full-service lover in a bar. For a variety of reasons, I don't do that. But I do like being out, being noticed favorably by men (and women), and sometimes letting things go a ways. Facing the end of 2007, I was fighting against a clingy, horny, bitersweet fuck-me-tonight mood.

An hour later I was in another place, very trendy, being hit on by this gorgeous young black man. His name was Jared and we danced. I could feel his cock hard against me as we shimmied against each other. He was athletic with a fine, sculpted angular face. We kissed deeply and he lightly bit my tongue. His hands caressed my hard nipples through my blouse.

He wanted me to go home, too, but I didn't do it. I can't say why not. We did end up in his BMW where I give him a blowjob. No stereotypes: his cock was average, but very nice, and he came with a strong stream and lots of semen -- just the way I like it. And like a lot of men, he was surprised and a little resistant when I rose up and French kissed him, sharing his come with him. But he went with it and swallowed some.

After all that, he was angry that I wouldn't go home and fuck him. But I didn't. He got out of the car and screamed after me, calling me names. I walked up the street and watched the fireworks off the Space Needle. Men are such a mystery.

Caught in the act, on her knees

Ah, youth. My abstemious week wasn’t helped today by walking in on some canoodling by two of my younger co-workers. I made a short cut through a conference room and found James seated lordly in a chair, with Megan on her knees enthusiastically sucking his cock.

All I saw at first was motion: her head with a helmet of golden blond hair rising and falling on his crotch; his eyes falling back in his head, I was just a few feet away and they didn’t even notice. I admit I watched for a moment, getting very aroused. Then I, “a-hem-ed” and they hastily tried to put themselves back together.

“Have fun, kids, but don’t get caught,” I laughed as I walked away. Not everybody in my very respectable institution would have been as forgiving. Which is not to say I don’t know where many hypocritical bodies are buried. But I loved it. It’s always good to see there’s passion in the world.

Watching Megan service young James reminded me of the first time I sucked a cock on my knees. It certainly wasn’t the last. I was an undergraduate and meeting with one of my professors, whom I had an insane crush on. He was incredibly worldly, poetic, intellectual and appealing, especially to me at 20.

While I had flirted with him, and knew friends who had slept with their professors, I never had any sense he wanted me. Until the day I was in his office going over a paper I had turned in. We ended up sitting close as he went through some long forgotten nuance of something-or-other, and suddenly he leaned over, took my face in his hands, and kissed me passionately. It was the most romantic and adult thing that had yet happened to me.

I vividly remember spontaneously falling to my knees in front of him as I caressed his legs and crotch, and then freed his cock from inside his zipper. The head was nearly purple it was so engorged, and I happily took it in my mouth. I stayed down there as I gave him a major working over, licking the shaft, lightly running my tongue over the head, then taking it all inside my mouth and moving up and down as I sucked with increasing fervor. He was probably 50, but in my hands and mouth he was as hard as a 20-year-old.

I imagine I looked much like young Megan, only with red hair. Well, the prof was in heaven, moaning and stroking my hair, urging me on. I felt very plugged into the moves that turned him on.

Everything I had learned so far in my elite liberal arts education said that this was an outrageous example of the oppressive patriarchy: a woman on her knees before the phallus of male dominance. But everything in my quivering young bod said, fuck it -- I want that cock in my mouth, feeling every pulse and throb. While I licked and sucked, I could feel my panties drench. My denim miniskirt was riding up above my butt. Anyone who would have walked in would have gotten quite a view!

I lost track of time, but soon he was bucking against my face and gasping. Then he grabbed me head and hair as he shot into my young mouth. I eagerly swallowed every bit of it. His come tasted bitter compared to what I had sampled from my college boyfriends, and it wasn’t in the same copious, thick quantities. But I felt like a real woman.

We met a couple of more times and did some serious screwing. It never turned into much more. But I remembered how aroused I was dropping to me knees and taking him in my mouth. I added it to my sexual repertoire, realizing that it made men feel really studly. But it turned me on, as well.

Since then, I’ve been on my knees in public a couple of times, nearly getting caught at a library once. And one lover nearly fell over when he was standing as I brought him off in a violent orgasm. What could be better? When a man lays me down on the edge of the bed and gets on his knees to give me a long, slow, expert licking.

Oh, I got an “A” in that class.

From virgin cocksucker to blowjob queen

I came to blowjobs early. I was a virgin until I was 19 -- this even though I was a cheerleader in high school, and was aware at an early age that I had this effect on men. Even before I properly lost my virginity, I sucked cock. I was a virgin cocksucker.

Christopher and I were making out, and things were getting hot and heavy. I was just dripping wet and so aroused. I let him rub my crotch, then finger me, and I had an orgasm. He so wanted to fuck me, but I wouldn't let him. But I had been caressing him, and suddenly his cock was out. So I took it in my mouth. I was 18, and he wouldn't be the boy who got my cherry, but his would be the first cock I sucked.

I'm sure my technique was poor. On the other hand, it came very naturally, and I loved the feel of it in my mouth, that existential soft and hard that is the man's aroused penis. He seemed to love it. He claimed to be experienced, but he sure came in a hurry. I heard this loud moan, he gripped my hair, and I tasted his pungent, thick semen. One-two-three shots hit my throat and the roof of my mouth. I was surprised, but tried to swallow as much as I could. It made a mess on his jeans and car seat. (I am too tall to have car-fucking stories, but I have sucked many a cock in a car, as well as fucking on a hood -- we left dents).

All told, I've probably sucked off a third more men than the total I've had intercourse with. I love to swallow. I love a man who has a big load, especially if it's a strong stream.

I love the feeling of being connected to the man, discovering the moves that arouse a particular man. I love to suck cock as an icebreaker, lovemaking appetizer, public tryst or even love affair farewell. I love the few times I have had the semen of more than one man sloshing around in my stomach.

Do I have a killer method? Not sure, but men seem to like it. I love to play and tease with my hand and tongue, lightly licking, sometimes using my panties or another soft fabric to run across the shaft. There's this moment when I first take him into my mouth all the way. Then I go back to licking, the shaft, the head, the balls. Ony gradually, do I get down to business and really fuck my mouth with his cock. Often I also use my hand to jack off the shaft as I suck on the head -- this often has immediate results. Sometimes I use both hands to message the shaft, rubbing in opposite directions while also sucking.

Later I learned an alternative method, which is a very light use of my mouth and suction to slowly bring a man off. He only gradually gets aroused, but then it's an amazing effect, and he comes very powerfully. Sometimes I hold some come in my mouth and rise up to give him a long, luxurious French kiss. Some men are surprised, but all eventually get into it. Many say the "feather blowjob" is the best they have ever had.

After my husband found me fucking his best friend (long story), and we had a nasty breakup, I still gave him a farewell blowjob. I said, with come still on my lips, "You'll miss this." He agreed.

My bad-girl adventure continues

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