Retrospective 2007

Although none of us can see what the New Year will be bringing us, I send off good and heartfelt wishes for all the best in 2008.

A few things cross my mind for this New Years entry.

1. I don’t make resolutions anymore. I stopped those years ago. Anything I want to do or change about my life or myself I do as the days go by, I don’t wait until December 31st. My blog is different though. I will make some resolutions about story series that I started this year, that will be continued throughout the upcoming year:

The Sex Maid Series, which so far includes:
Wanted For Hire
Just Another Day At Work
Being a Team Player At Work

The Affair With Mark, which so far includes:
Does This Describe You? Reply 1
Does This Describe You? Reply 2
Does This Describe You? Appreciation 1
Does This Describe You Appreciation 2
Now It’s Face To Face Delight 1
Now It’s Face To Face Delight 2

I also plan to start up CBW again after the New Year. I think the HNT have fallen by the wayside, but I will always accept submissions for CBW. Please use the link on the sidebar. CBW #47 gives a good idea of what I’m talking about.

2. I am saddened lately by the good bloggers that seem to be moving away from the wonderful world of sex blogging.
I think they all had a fine creativity that I would keep on enjoying.
Am I to become a dinosaur? I’m going into my third year doing this. Does this happen constantly? Is there some kind of regular turn off?
Some because of being found out, others feel that their blog "has run its course"
Just name a few of the peers/colleagues I miss:
Desireous, The Secret Brain, Bikers Balls and Teachers Tits
And that’s a very short list.
As part of this, I will be cleaning up my blogroll and even though some of the bloggers have left their sites up, I am removing any site that hasn’t been updated in the last 90 days.
Who knows what this New Year will bring and what new blogs I’ll discover.

3. Finally,
The world continues, as it always does, this week.
Some folks fuck and some don't, and some think it's making love and
others know it's not.
And others don't think it matters one way or the other, as long as you connect to that which is divine in each other.

We’ll see everyone in the New Year
Debbie & CJ

Season's Greetings

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT

HUGS AND KISSES
DIRTY DEBBIE & CJ

The Light Returns

Although I will be celebrating a fairly traditional Christmas with my family, my holiday is really today-the Winter Solstice or Yule. Yule celebrates the return of the sun. After the solstice the days start getting longer. Yule traditions include decorating a pine tree, burning a Yule log, the hanging of mistletoe and holly, giving gifts, and general celebration and merriment. Whatever you call your Winter holiday I wish for you hope and promise that a new and longer day will bring you.

Now It’s Face To Face (Delight Part II)

Been sure to enjoy the first part of my delight here.

Yes, the night was young, but my body already felt as though it would explode before the night was over.
Mark didn’t seem to miss one lick or one tug on the chain attached to my nipples. He tongue was slowly exploring each petal of my inner lips and it felt wonderful. It was feelings like this, being able to experience every move of his tongue and mouth, that made me shave my pussy lips bare. Every once in a while his tongue would dive deeply into my wet hole; he would tug especially hard on the small lassos around my erect nipples. I would scream out from pure pleasure and pull against my restraints. The frustration was driving me crazy and his tongue was bringing me to the brink.
“I’m going to cum babe if you keep that up”, I moaned out.
But I guess that wasn’t in his plan. He stopped the tittie play and lapping at me.
“Oh no Deb, not until I tell you that you can”, he said.
He got up off the bed and instructed me to lie still. He took the nipple chain off and removed the blindfold.

In spite of the fact that I was bound and naked looking at Mark was a comfort.
He looked so handsome, he cock was at attention for, and he was smiling gently at me. I smiled back, letting him know that I was right where I wanted to be. It had been a long time since I was enjoyed by a man this much. It felt so real and good.
But he wasn’t ready to free me yet. I was to be bound to the bed for now. He got on the bed beside me and ran his hands up and down my legs. I wanted to return the favor, to touch him, but if I kept thinking about it, the more frustrated I became.

He positioned himself over my face and lowered his balls onto my lips.
“Suck my balls”, he asked, telling me that he had shaved them just for me.
As he got so close to me, and I could smell his musk, a shiver ran up my back and I arched it a bit. Now it was my turn to pleasure him, as he did me, with my tongue. My first taste of Mark consisted of small concentric circles around his balls, first the right, then the left, and then back again. They were a real treat, smooth, tight, full. They seemed to be made for my mouth. Mark was almost as vocal as me and I like that in a man. Because of this, I was able to tell he was enjoying himself. He moaned and cursed me and it just made me wetter. His cock throbbed against my face and I wanted it, but I knew I couldn’t ask for it. Mark would tell me when I should have it. After teasing him with the licking, I sucked his nuts into my mouth. He moaned loudly, took his thick cock into his hand and began to slap my face with it. “You fucking whore”, he yelled at me as he did. I didn’t care, the feel of his hot stiff flesh against my cheeks made me know exactly what I was, I was his.

I still splayed out, still bound, and now it seems forever his.
With nothing more than a soft moan, he pushed his red swollen mushroom head between my lips. I instinctively opened my mouth and he entered me for the first time, through my wet cock-hungry mouth. I licked at him first, closing my eyes and falling into the moment. Then I took him deeper, sucked him more, and listened to his approval: “ooohh, yesss”, he seemed to hiss deeply at me.
He ran his fingers through my hair as he pushed his cock down my throat, testing my claims of being a good sucker. I breathed deeply through my nose and took him all in until my nose hit the small patch of hair above his cock he hadn’t shaved. His balls slapped my chin and as I looked up at him I could see his more rapid breathing and I listened as his moans turned to groans. I moved my head up and down, at least as much as possible considering my situation so he could my fuck my face.
His hot dick easily slid in and out of my mouth as I sucked with each thrust. I could feel him growing inside me each time so I assumed when he pulled out of me with a loud *pop* it was to keep from feeding me that hot jizz of his.
He began to smack me again, this time with a harder, hotter cock that was covered with my own saliva.

When Mark felt that I had enough of his sweet punishment he got of the bed and stood next to me. I turned my head to look at him as he said,
“Now Debbie, now tell me how to free you”.
I was so wet, so hot, so turned on I felt as though I could barely speak. My answer came out quickly, but only as a hoarse whisper,
"Now, Mark... God, please, now!"
"Fuck me... I want to feel your cock in my pussy, I want to feel you cum inside me."

I guess those were the magic words. I saw his cock twitch as I said them. A smile came to his face. He moved to my left ankle and began to remove my restraints.
That would be the only way for us to enter each other.

The Bike, Part Deux

Ah yes, the times we had flying down the highway on that old girl with my beautiful Deb. As it was a "hard tail" with no suspension to speak of save the rear tire, it was often a bumpy, vibrating ride. Why we didn't make out on the back of it, I'll never know. Well, now that we're approaching Middle Age, I would love to have a place to build a bike like that again, and of course, diddle my Deb's on the back.

Without going through all the photo's I've stashed away from the past (and I really must do that someday) here's the closest pix to our baby:

The Bike

One way I keep up on other sex blogs and sites is getting the RSS feed from Fleshbot. I came across an article there that flashed me back to the early years of my marriage to CJ. It's called Flesh Flicks: Easy Riding, watch it here.
To quote Fleshbot:

There aren't a lot of certainties in life, but there is one thing we know without a doubt: Chicks dig motorcycles. They're so popular with the ladies that it seems as if you don't even have to know how to ride one. Just park it someplace secluded and eventually a hot, leather clad babe will come by and let you fuck her on it. Works every time!

Back in those days, in my early 20's, when I was married to CJ, I was not as well versed in the art of sex and love-making. I used to love being the passenger on his Triumph T100C 1968, also known as the tiger, motorcycle. It was always a rush. I was too naive to realize what that rush was, but I now know it was a type of sensuality.
Once we were divorced I used to tell people that the only thing I missed about my ex was 'the bike'.
Now that we are back together there is no bike, only two cars, a Ford and a Cadillac. I wish I was as well versed, as open, as free in my sexuality back then. I would have love to have gotten fucked by CJ on that bike.
Is this just me gals? Do you think that a good looking motorcycle is as sexy as a good looking man?
I think it's the curves, the leather, the power all associated with a good bike.

Maybe I need to figure a good way to mess up that leather interior in CJ's Caddy.
If it doesn't happen in reality I can always write a story about either the Caddy or the Triumph.

Turkey Hash

So real life has interrupted my blog life once again.
The holidays have begun and I have had family to take care of. I hope that everyone had a happy Thanksgiving and realized all the things that there are to be thankful for.
Our family is small, but we enjoy each other. Everyone came to our place for the long holiday weekend. CJ makes the best mashed potatoes and roasted turkey I have ever eaten. I made all the other fixings. Like all the good things we do, it was a true joint effort. I am thankful for my family. I am thankful for a second journey with CJ. I am thankful for my home that I can make welcoming to all visitors.
I hope that everybody enjoys the season and each other. Let's all try to remember the force of love and respect on the world around us.

My entries may be sparse until the New Year, but they will come! Remember Dirty Debbie is also thankful, thankful that she is a woman, thankful that her sexuality is free, thankful that she has this sex blog and readers that have stuck with it.

The Morning Lick - Part II

First catch up with Part I

I saw Brad's arm moving more as he spoke to me. Then he asked me if I wanted to know what his idea was. Of course I did, there was a possibility that this was going to be more interesting than I thought, even if it wasn’t right.

“I want to taste your juicy sweet pussy while I feel your lips wrapped around my cock”, he blurted out. I heard him unzip his pants and saw that his arm was now almost in a full jerking motion.
I told him that the sound of a guy jerking off was a real turn on for me. I have always reveled in the sound of thick flesh being yanked. He smiled and was glad that I was enjoying it.

I moved from the chair to sit on the side of his desk. I wanted to get a look at that meaty play toy I heard him enjoying.
I peered past the edge of the desk and to his lap. He tightly his cock at the base and proudly showed himself off to me.

“Here you go Deb”, he said like a chef presenting his signature dish. It was all so simple really, I just have to give him a Debbie Deluxe, just like he had read about in my blog.
“Swallow my cum and let me nibble that gorgeous clit of yours and your husband could be our newest employee”, he said to me lustfully.

What a mixture of excitement and guilt those words gave me. I had never done anything like this before, but my mind quickly resolved, or should I say rationalized, my actions. I would do what I needed to, but I would picture CJ’s cock in my mouth. I would taste CJ, not Brad. And that would be CJ’s tongue on my hot slit. Brad wouldn’t be able to take those thoughts away from me.

Brad stood up and removed his pants, the tails of his shirt danced around his stiffening cock and tight balls as he leaned over to clear off his desk. He picked me up off the desk and lay me down. Each movement seemed to become more and more urgent as he lifted up skirt and pulled off my panties. He spread my legs apart.

He climbed on top of me and straddled my face. His knees pushed into my cheeks as he commanded me to suck his dick. I was quickly enveloped in the musk of a new man and the warm smooth skin of his cock twitching against my chin and lips.
I felt his warm breath on my damp pussy, then a small nibble at my clit. I opened my mouth to moan and he lowered his cock into it. I sucked Brad’s cockhead into my mouth and began to eat it, but it was all for CJ, it was CJ I was sucking deeper down my throat. I had to be sure to do this well, if Brad didn’t like my technique I was in danger of not only having CJ lose out on a job, but I would have done this with another man all for naught.

I slurped heavily on his thick meat and pushed my tongue against his shaft as I moved it back and forth over his warm tasty cock. To add to the delicious sensation I felt Brads tongue exploring my pussy, he was making it ache and wet and I fucking loved it. I rocked my hips against his face as he easily glided in and out of my mouth. When his cock was deep down my throat he would be sure to push his tongue into my wet tight hole, making me moan on over his throbbing dick.

After a little while he wanted more. He pulled his head out from between my legs and pulled his cock out of my mouth.
“Suck my balls you fucking nasty whore”, he moaned as he lowered his smooth nuts to my lips. I flicked at them with the tip of my tongue first, but it wasn’t enough and Brad became impatient with me saying,
“I said suck them bitch!”
I gently sucked one side of his nut sack inside my mouth and he groaned out right before diving into my bare muff again. I spread my legs wider and slurped across his sack.

He began to finger my asshole as he continued to eat me and I was close to cumming. My body shivered and my fingernails ran across his ass cheeks. My clit felt so swollen I just had to release, my entire body was beginning to quiver.
Brad knew what he was doing to me and he picked up the pace. My orgasm started deep inside me and ran down my gut to soak my pussy and feed Brad my juices. I let his balls fall from my mouth and I moaned out. Oh, it’s always so damn good.

“My turn honey”, he said as he shoved his cock down the length of my throat. I felt his cockhead hit the back of my throat as he started to vigorously fuck my face.
I kept up with him, sucking on his manhood with each stroke. It was though he was doing push ups on my face. His moaning became more intense and I knew he was ready to explode. He buried his cock deep in my face and I sucked like never before. I don’t even think I had sucked off CJ so powerfully. It worked and it worked quickly. His flesh shotgun went off in the back of my throat and immediately started to swallow is hot goo.

Once we had both had our fill we got off the desk and straightened ourselves out.
Although I was eager to find out one way or another how I did, Brad played it very cool.
“Your husband should know by the beginning of next week about his job”, he said
I smiled, thanked him, and left the office.
I went home, took a long hot shower, and didn’t say a word to CJ.

As predicted the call came for him to start at the station the following Tuesday.
I think I grinned with a knowing sort of smirk when he told me.
I couldn’t tell him that I did my part to help him get that job

The Morning Lick - Part I

Definition:
lick |lik|
noun
informal a short phrase or solo in jazz or popular music


CJ had been searching for the job of his dreams ever since we moved in together a few years ago. He had been in radio when he lived in Ohio and Arizona and wanted to return to the field.
CJ has the perfect radio voice, it’s deep and sexy and he has a repertoire of different character voices.
I really began feeling bad for him when the more he searched the fewer jobs seemed to be out there.

After about a year of searching an opportunity arose that I had to take advantage of the best way I knew how. I was going through my email one evening when I noticed that my weekly newsletter from the radio station I listen to had some additional information. My classic rock station was in need of a producer for the morning show.
I had a strange contact with someone at the station. A few months ago I had sent in a top 10 list for a contest and had accidentally used my Dirty Debbie email account. A link to the website is in the signature. It created a new fan of the site in the promotions department of the station. We even traded a couple of emails and I had sent a few ‘special’ pictures.

I showed the email to CJ and urged him to apply for the position.
In the mean time, I wrote a letter to my connection. CJ got a call a few days later to come in for an interview. CJ reported the interview went well and the next day they called for a second interview and some demo tapes. I wrote again to my connection, Brad. As part of my email I wrote the following:

...
I care so much for CJ and I know what a hard worker he is. I think he would be an asset to your station. I would do anything to insure he got the job.
Anything!
-dirty debbie ;)

The reply came within hours.

...
I’m sure we can work something out that would be mutually beneficial. I’m sure you’re a listener of our Morning Lick. Join me for the show on Thursday. Be at the station at 7:00am. Identify yourself as Debbie Johnson. They will know to send you right to my office.
Brad

I didn’t tell CJ what I had done. I didn’t even know if my scheme would really work, but I was willing to give it a try.
On Wednesday I told CJ that I had a breakfast meeting with a client and would be leaving early. Thursday morning I got dressed in my usual business casual clothing and headed off to the station. I was only a few minutes early when I pulled into the parking garage. I reported to the front desk and followed Brad’s instructions. I was shown to his office and told he would be with me in a few minutes. For the few moments I was there and alone there was a little voice in my brain that was already saying,
“What the hell are you doing Deb?”
It’s true. I was getting ready to prostitute myself to get a job for the man I loved. Would he understand if he knew?
I was pondering all this when I heard Brad enter the room. I turned around in my chair and immediately surprised, Brad was much younger than I had pictured him, maybe 30 at the most.
I smiled as he greeted me and locked the door. I remained seated as he came up behind me, touched my shoulder, and shook my hand.

“Debbie, it’s so nice to finally meet you, I’ve been a fan of the blog ever since my first visit”.
I thanked him and boldly let him know that I wasn’t there for small talk. Brad agrees and asked me to elaborate as I saw his hand move from the desk to his lap.
“Tell me in no uncertain terms why you’re here”.
The explanation was brief, blunt and to the point. I was willing to do just about anything to help insure the employment of my husband at the station. I told him to maybe think about the Dirty Diary and get some ideas from there.
He told me that he watched that video of me blowing CJ and often jerked off wishing it were his cock I was eating.
All I could think was “big surprise, it’s the most often asked for service from whores”.
I agreed, but Brad had one other idea.

Read about Brad's idea next time...

My Fav-Halloween!

As many of my long time readers know Halloween is one of my favorite holidays.
October has finally gotten cold here and is beautiful. I hope everyone enjoys the mysterious holiday.
For a look at my more witchy self, check out my Halloween entry from my first year here.

Why Would God Want Us To Hate Our Bodies?

It's something I don't understand: I see often see evidence that God wants us to hate our bodies. I recently witnessed an example and I wanted to voice my opinion.

The other day I was working out at Curves and I saw something that made me think.

I should preface this with the fact that I live in an area that has a high population of Orthodox Jewish families. I was raised Jewish, but no longer practice it. I have converted to the Wiccan religion, although I still consider Judaism my ethnicity.

A young Orthodox Jewish girl came in to work out. She went to the changing rooms and returned dressed in sneakers, black leotards, a midi-length pleated gray skirt, and a long sleeved checkered blouse that was literally buttoned to the neck. Although plainly and modestly dressed , as per the laws of her religion, she was pretty girl. She was obviously extremely self-conscious. Some of the machines were difficult for her to take advantage of in a skirt and sometimes she got tangled up in moving from machine to machine.
I felt for the girl as she checked her top shirt button on a regular basis and did her best to do the circuit of machines.

What is so wrong with our bodies that several religions insist on such extreme modesty? Orthodox Judaism and Islam along with some sects of Christianity (such as the Amish), come to mind first.
Can religion dictate such 'morality' over basic primal instincts? Should it?
The religion I now practice recognizes that I am a part of nature,not above it. Therefore my body, in any form, is beautiful, natural and good. I have danced naked in the moonlight and it has empowered me. It didn't make me evil, bad or disgusting. Don't misunderstand me I believe in modesty, especially for young girls these days. It's the degree of it and the teaching behind it that almost saddens me.

Just my opinion....rant over.

What The Hell?!

OK folks I thought I wrote a sex blog, not a barf blog.
I've had 7 comments on Debbie's Explosive Night and zero on the tribute to CJ or my latest installment of my cheating story.
What's going on here?
Am I missing something?

Now It’s Face To Face (Delight Part I)

Don’t forget the previous installment here.
If you want to go the beginning start here.

We got to the room and as the door opened it was as though a door was opening on a brand new world.
I looked up at Mark as I walked into the room. He smile was so inviting and compassionate.
He put the Do Not Disturb sign on the door, and double locked it.

Now that we were together in the room, I realized that Mark seemed to remember all my sexual preferences, quirks, fetishes, and the level of my kink factor.
To begin with he had gotten the room before we had lunch. This gave him time to set up his own playthings. They were lined up on the desk across from the bed.

As I looked from the bed, to the desk, and back to Mark, he was closer, held me, and kissed me. There it was, the feel of a man’s lips on mine, the feel of his tongue beginning to explore my mouth. The newness and at the same time the familiar made it easy for me to trust him and begin my own exploring.
As I warmed up and seemingly melted into him, he seemed to take over. After so long without the true and real attention of a man I was ready to succumb. I was more than willing to just let him be the aggressor and take me.

Then he seemed to read my mind, and took over. He undid my zipper to take my dress off. He was pleased that I had obeyed his requests, and told me so. I stood there in front of him smiling, wearing black stockings with a lace and satin garter belt. My prettiest bra was a lace maroon one and I was still in my shoes.
He removed my bra deftly and flicked his tongue across my nipples, quickly and just once. I softly moaned.
“I can’t wait to hear more of those moans Deb, it’s so much better than an email”
I assured him that he wouldn’t be disappointed.
"Now, get on the bed" he commanded
Sparks flowed through me when I heard him say that.
I crawled onto the king sized bed with child like abandon.
He came over with bondage bands and tied my wrists and ankles to the bed.
I was enthralled, but didn't say a word.
He looked so good, in his navy suit, crisp white shirt, and matching tie and handkerchief. I could see the bulge that was forming in his crotch.
"I know what you like Debbie", he said standing at the foot of the bed.

It was too true. He pulled his zipper down slowly and loosened his belt. He released his cock and my eyes were able to drink in his manness for the first time.
He was rock hard, thick, and had shaved tight balls that were draped outside his fly. He was just delicious and tempting looking like no other man I’ve been with. He was satisfying one of my favorite fetishes and he knew it. I knew I was just staring, but I couldn’t help it. I was picturing all the wonderful things he would do to me with that fine rod.
He didn’t say a word and just started to slowly stroke himself and smile at me as he watched me squirm against my restraints.
“How are you doing so far Debbie?”, he asked, still stroking.
“I’m good, and getting better by the minute”
“I can tell honey, I can tell”, he said, almost chuckling as he glanced up and down my body.

Mark moved to the side of the bed, undid his tie, and took off his shirt. He kicked off his shoes and pulled his socks off, but still that hard dick was framed by navy blue trousers.
He kneeled on the bed, he was now close enough for me to smell his musk and I got hotter. This time he did something I didn’t expect, he told me to lift up my head, then blindfolded me with his tie.
I was thrust into a world of darkness, an intensity of sensuousness that made me aware of every square inch of skin on my body, and an excitement that only anticipation brings.
I heard the rustling of more clothing so I assumed that Mark had stripped himself naked. Then it was the feeling of another body on the bed with me. I could feel his breath on my neck right before he kissed my throat, my neck, and ears. He moved softly to my mouth and back down to my neck again. This time he kept going until I could feel licking in the depths of my cleavage. I wanted to hold him, run my hands over his shoulders and through his hair. I automatically pulled against my restraints again. I heard Mark laugh softly as I did so and he told me not to bother.
I relaxed again, enjoying being worshipped in my own dark pleasure trip.
“This doesn’t seem fair, I can’t reciprocate”, I said
“That’s the point”, Mark answered.
He continued with “I’m delighting in you now Deb, you’ll have your chance”.
Then it was the wonderful feeling of my nipples being suckled that caused me to moan out. I was convinced that he had committed all my emails to memory. He remembered all the things I told him I liked. But when I thought about it I knew all his preferences too and I was just bidding my time to make him feel just as good.
The sound of sucking filled the room as Mark hungrily nibbled and suckled on my nipples. He stopped for a moment and I heard rustling again. A cool feeling of metal was the next feeling I had on my tits. Mark then attached nipple clamps. The pressure was adjustable and he told me to tell him when it got too uncomfortable. I let him tighten them, but I could still feel metal across my tits. He began kissing my tits, then worked his way lower, licking and kissing my stomach, navel, and then I felt his breath on my shaved mound.
His next trick was so intense I almost came. He gently parted my inner lips with his tongue and ran down my hot slit and back again to my clit while at the same time he yanked on that metal chain I felt earlier. My hard nipples were pulled on perfectly as I felt his tongue on my swollen clit.My moan was loud this time and I bucked against the ties holding me down.
“Oh god what next?” I moaned out.

“The night is young”, is all Mark would say.

OK...OK

As we were going to bed last night, CJ 'reminded' me that the last entry here was his and wasn't very pleasant.

He told me that I should continue my story or people will stop reading my blog.
CJ suggested that I could even post pictures until I put the story online. So far be it from me to disagree with CJ when he has a good idea, below are some pictures honoring my partner.

DD's explosive night - a warning

Well Deb's came home from her trip to AC and brought me a wonderful pizza from my favorite award winning shop in Media, PA for me to feast upon.
Wonderful as always, however she didn't bring herself one since she had dined with her mom earlier in the day at the Plumstead Inn (26 W State St, Media, PA 19063) as she has often done. Now I've eaten dinner at the Plumstead several times and judge the food to be boringly mundane at best, however, this and a subsequent trip for DD would be much different... lets just say the local health department should be notified.


For the second time this year (and from eating at the same restaurant), I have had to watch my wonderful mate suffer from explosive diarrhea, retching, the dry heaves and a high fever for more than a day. Yup, you guessed it - your friend and my enemy - food poisoning!
I won't go into the fetid details suffice to say I have forced liquids and chicken broth down her throat, along with acetaminophen to reduce her (at one time) 103.1° fever. She is feeling somewhat better at this writing, missing only two days of work after her erstwhile vacation.


My advice to you should you decide to dine at the Plumstead Inn located in Media, PA - don't go for lunch and if you do, avoid foods that should be kept cold at all times such as cole slaw since it contains egg products that can spoil if left at room temperature for an extended time.
The general rule of thumb is to keep hot food above 140° and cold food below 42°..

'Nuff said

CBW #65 - A Thank You

This week's CBW was submitted as part thank you and part proof of his enjoyment of Dirty Debbie's blog.
He wasn't sure it was up to my standards, but I think it's a fine example. The cockring, trimmed base and balls, bulging and throbbing everywhere! Yummy.
The following was included with the picture:
...this is what your blog does to my cock. I hope you enjoy...
Enjoyed! Thanks again.

Taking A Gamble

I started up and posted another part in my cheat story yesterday and I hope every one enjoys it.
I will post the next part of the story after this week's CBW.
I'm going on my annual trip to Atlantic City for some long awaited relaxation. CJ will keep the home fires burning while I'm gone.
I usually am inspired in the den of inequity up there so I'm looking forward to it. Maybe I'll even hit the jackpot.
Wish me luck.
More, so much more, upon my return.

Subject: I Want You (Appreciation II)

It’s been a while since I started this story; so don’t forget the previous installment here.

If you want to go the beginning start here.

This time it took a little longer to hear back from Mark. I figured I blew it, made things too real too fast. I consoled myself by knowing that at least I wasn’t fooling myself. I’ve known for most of my adult life that I get in trouble by wearing my heart on my sleeve, but at least I'm honest, right?
It’s just that I’m living a lie in regards to my home life. I still hadn’t confronted James about the news I got from our nosey neighbor.

Then on one particularly gray non-descript kind of day I opened my Apple Mail to an email from Mark. It had been over a week, but I was still glad to see it. I was almost afraid to read it. I settled in at the kitchen table with my coffee and proceeded to read the thoughts from a like mind. Mark apologized for not getting back to me sooner, but he needed to think. He needed to think about all the consequences of sleeping with a married woman.
He described the same sort of sleepless nights that I had, trying to figure things out. It was different for him, he wasn’t attached. I would have never even entertained the idea if I didn’t know for sure James had cheated on me.

In the end he did exactly what I needed him to do. Mark gave me a time and date along with a place to meet him. I was familiar with the restaurant he mentioned; it was part of the downtown Hyatt Regency hotel. He asked for an RSVP as soon as possible.
The last part of his email told me what he wanted, and I was more than ready to comply. He told me what he wanted me to wear. I didn’t mind because all his wishes were sexy to me. He wanted me only to wear a garter and stockings, no panties and, as he put it, my prettiest bra. He wanted a simple dress, black if I had one. Light on the make up and perfume. Finally a set of high heels.

Mark also let me know that he expected me to be a very willing participant. He wanted full pleasure from me and wanted to fully pleasure me.
He expected me not to get myself off until he saw me. And insisted that I promise I wouldn’t. He wanted me to bring one toy I played with when I thought of him or cybered with him.
I didn’t need to think anything over this time. I replied telling him that I would be ready in two days with everything he wanted. I made the requested promise of not letting any of my toys touch my pussy until I saw him.

It was a mere 48 hours until I met Mark, until I could feel appreciated as a woman again, but the time crawled by, it was excruciating.
Finally the day arrived, I was meeting Mark at 1:00pm downtown. I kicked around in my pajamas after James left. I didn’t even kiss him goodbye. Then I showered, trimmed my pussy, and put on one of favorite light fragrances, aptly named Wonderful. The only makeup I applied was a little eye shadow, mascara, and lip-gloss. I slipped easily into my stockings, bra, and dropped my black dress over me. Simplicity if often a statement of elegance so I chose a pair of drop pearl earrings and a silver chain necklace for my jewelry.
Finally, I grabbed a purse, slipped the one toy I was requested to bring, and put on my shoes.
I got to the restaurant about ten minutes early. I looked at the sparsely populated bar to see if Mark was there yet. It was early in the day, but I wanted a drink badly. Then a handsome man in a navy suit got up and approached me.
“Debbie?”, he said warmly.
“Yes”, I answered, probably sounding sheepish.

He put his hand behind my back and led me to the bar. I ordered a Cosmo and we talked. Things quickly became familiar. True the vodka relaxed me, but I did need it a little bit. We moved to a table and enjoyed a light lunch, we keep the conversation just as light, not fooling ourselves about what was going to be for dessert and why we were here. That was fine with me. We finished off with some coffee, and before I had finished my cup Mark pulled a key from his pocket, showed it to me, and said,
“It’s time honey, I need you”
I nodded, we stood, paid the bill, and headed to our room, I felt butterflies flying between my guts and my already dampening pussy.

There was no more waiting…it had begun. I was married and going to a hotel room in the middle of the afternoon with a man I met on the internet. That was the last time I thought of James.

CBW #64 - And Now For Something....

...Completely different!
The proverbial words of Monty Python never rang truer.
Mr W. in his email said "at your service" and below is one of the two pictures he sent. He's always up for the task when I make a request for CBW pictures.
What's different is that it isn't catering to my fetish.
Usually a picture of a handsome hard cock popping out of pants or briefs made me wet on the spot.
This picture shows a good man hard at work!
Yummy!

An Outline

Sure, it happens every so often. We've all read the excuses that bloggers write about their lack of recent writing.
I make no apologies or excuses. There are other things going on in my life other than my blog.

Here's some things that have happened over the past couple of weeks to me.

• I've starting working out at Curves.
• CJ almost made me late for work by waking me up with a hard-on.
• I had a make over done with my boss.
• Been to the company picnic to serve food and volleyballs.
• Been to a brunch to thank the team I work on for all their hard work.
• Got a phone call on the way to that brunch because the kid was in an accident in the New York subway, falling between the platform and the doors of the train. We're just thankful it wasn't worse.
• Got a new car for CJ, a Cadillac Catera.
• Planned the annual trip to AC with mom for next week.
• Went to a great concert/laser show by Several Species, a Pink Floyd tribute band.
• Had some great seminar in trauma training.
• Have been re-certified in CPR.
• Have been just plain weary and spent lately, but I am still working on re-charging, between CJ and my workouts I think it's working.
• Haven't written much in the blog or to the people I owe e-mails.

No worries the cheating story will continue. I know what I want to write, I just haven't put it to paper yet.

Got The Message

After only about a day and a half of voting it seems to be a runaway.
I will finish up the story in more than three installments for the first time on my blog, and I hope you enjoy them. I will putting pen to paper, as it were, this weekend hopefully.
Thanks for the feedback everyone, and keep enjoying.

What Do You Want?

To My Readers:
Just like in bed folks, if you don't let me know what you want I can't give it to you.
I haven't had much feedback on the last three installments of my story, "Does This Describe You?"
So let me know what you need.
Along with voting, please make additional comment on anything you'd like to see or read.
Thank you all for reading and understanding I just want to make it good for you. It's never been all about me.

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CBW #63 - I Like!

This was a perfect submission from my new friend GF.
He's at attention and popping out of his fly....YUMMY!
GF included in his email "Hope it's to your liking"
Trust me it is....it is!

Now guys, this is my last submission from actual readers. I have other pictures from the web, but I'd rather see Dirty Debbie's readers.
So please email me (it's on my profile) with a picture of your cock in my favorite position: stiff and escaping from your pants.
I look forward to seeing who rises to the occasion.

Does This Describe You? (Appreciation I)

Be sure to read Part II first

When James came home that evening I again had to push some of the realities of my life into the dark corners of my heart. I was lying by omission and I had my own secret, the more I thought about it the more I thought I should tell James or leave.
I did neither and held onto my life.

Over the next couple of months James seemed to loose more and more interest in me. Things were merely cordial sometimes, as though we were nothing but friendly roommates. I think it was because of this that my correspondence with Mark became more frequent. He had written me, describing himself in many of the same ways I did. He sent along a picture as promised. He was obviously on vacation at the beach, in a Panama hat, Hawaiian shirt, and a big inviting grin on his face.

Each of his emails would make me more and more curious. After about a month we agreed to start chatting online. We were able to learn more about each other, ask questions, speak of daily events, and tease each other. I felt at ease and I believe that he did too. It never went any further than that. Although he asked, I wouldn’t even speak to him on the phone.

Then something happened that exacerbated the whole situation. I heard news from a neighbor. He told me that he had seen James with another woman, someone that he didn’t recognize in a local restaurant. From what he told me, these were on days that James had told me that he was at work or out of town.
I remained unshaken and stoic. I did not confront James, it wasn’t time yet.

At least I had a friend that I could share my feelings with. I wrote to Mark immediately. In the email I enclosed my first pictures of myself in more alluring poses. One was of me in a satin nightshirt, unbuttoned; it showed off my hard nipples and trimmed pussy quite nicely. The other was a picture of me on all fours on my bed, wearing only my black thigh high stockings. I was bold in what I told Mark I wanted in returned. I wanted to know that I still made a man hard, even want me. I explained what I had learned about James and I was at the point where I almost didn’t care anymore. It was the fact he would make a fool out of me that was bothering me the most.

Mark’s reply was sympathetic and calming. He assured me, and told me to remain calm and not do anything in anger. Then he told more of the things I really needed to hear. He told me how much both his mind and his cock delighted in the pictures I had sent. He spoke of his cock twitching for me, wanting me. He continued by telling me in detail the things he would do to my body to make me beg for him inside me. Just the descriptions of the different kisses had my entire body in heat. Passionate kisses on my mouth and lips, lighter kisses on my ears, nibbling kisses on my neck, suckling kisses on my tits, almost airy kisses on my stomach and arms, quick kisses on my thighs, and of course, the special gentle kisses used to explore my pussy.
Just the descriptions of his kisses made me want to spread myself naked on my bed for him and allow him anything he wanted. I would give him anything he needed. I told him so in my reply.
I finished off on a philosophical, rather than carnal note:

I'm tired of denials.
I'm tired of mind games I'm playing with myself.

I’m tired of starting sentences with 'forgive
 me'...all of that is
 bullshit

I'm not telling you many things you don't already know, now am I?

I know what I wanted to do next, but I wanted to be sure, I wanted to hear the same from Mark. This time I waited, patient as always.

Does This Describe You? (Reply II)

Don't forget to check out Part I first

James returned from his uneventful business trip the next evening. Everything was seemingly the same. There was no way that he could tell I was experiencing a moral dilemma. The fight with my demons was kept well hidden, deep inside me.
Every chance I could, usually once in the morning and once at night, I was searching for a reply. I didn’t know if his reply would be public, on the bulletin board, I had hoped not, or private, in my own inbox.
Both remained vacant. After a couple of days I figured that it was karma. I was being shown that the whole thing was a bad idea and I started to check less often.

I was having my coffee on a sunny day as I perused my inbox when I saw something that sent shivers down my back, not to mention other places:

AdamsMark01 Intrigued

Dear Debbie

Of the few replies I received to my ad, yours seemed to be the most real, the most human, and I was intrigued.
I respect that you don’t want to cheat on your husband, but are free enough to perhaps chat and trade some pictures.
I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want to. What do you think of the idea of trading regular pictures (nothing in the nude) and you tell me more about yourself like what kind of things please you in bed. What newness and attention do you need?
I truly look forward to hearing from you.
Enjoy your day
Mark

Once I finished reading the email, and rereading it, I slammed down the lid off my laptop. I sat at my sunny breakfast table in shock. He actually chose to write back to me! My mind was racing with what I would write in my reply. I took a deep breath, got another cup of coffee, and opened the lid of my laptop. I chose a recent picture of myself in a little black dress. I then proceeded to write a long reply. Something in me just let loose, it’s as though I had to let someone know about my fetishes, my fantasies, and my needs. First, I told him of my philosophy regarding adult consensual sex. I explained the natural view I have about sex, that it invigorates me and makes me feel younger. The passion and attention that I show my lover and at the same time expect.

I moved on to my special fetishes, my preferences, some of the things I really enjoy in my favorite playground, my bed. The feel of natural fibers against my skin, silk to leather. That I like to collect nice lingerie and panties. I was proud of that collection and enjoyed showing it off. I liked a man who took his time and as we explored and worship every part of each other’s bodies. I felt as though I should move onto my fondness of kinkier things like bondage and discipline, my ability to get submissive, and role-play as a start. Other little things I included were the way talking dirty turned me on, my toy drawer and its contents, that I was bi-curious, and longed to write erotica. I finished up with the fact that just writing the reply had me turned on and I was going to get my waterproof rabbit vibrator and jerk off in the shower.
I let Mark know that I was anxious to hear back from him and hit the Send button.

I stripped, got my rabbit out of my toy drawer, and got into the shower. The little rabbit ears tickled my clit perfectly as I pumped my pussy on the purple life like shaft. I came easily and exploded, again moaning in an empty house.

Again, I was waiting, but this time I knew an adventure was on it’s way.

Does This Describe You? (Reply I)

Are you Married and Not Getting What you Deserve? - m4w - 38 Hi, does your husband not appreciate all that you do for him? Does he not tell you how beautiful you are every morning? Does he just roll over when you want to have some sexy fun? Does he not listen when you want to tell him about your hopes and dreams? And, most importantly, is he not a giving lover who knows how to please you?

I know some women out there must fit that description. I'm a 38 year old professional, educated, attractive (5'9", in shape), black hair, hazel eyed guy who is happily married but who misses that exciting feeling of being with someone new. You know, the first time someone new leans forward for a kiss. The first time that person goes down on you, and vice versa. And the hot kinky fun that can be had of being with someone when the main purpose is sexual fulfillment.

If you know what I'm talking about, then you definitely should write. I will gladly trade pics and we can see what happens. Talk to you (those of you who are looking for adventure :) ) soon.

I was living in a small town when I first read this on a personal bulletin board on the Internet. Whoever wrote these few paragraphs was good. He had my attention at the first line and each sentence drew me in further.
I was so ashamed. Could I actually be thinking about cheating on my husband?
I loved my husband very much. Over the past 20 something years we had what I would consider a typical marriage, not boring, we had interesting lives on our own and a wonderful shared life.
There was just one problem. The problem was described in the personal posting with one sentence: Does he just roll over when you want to have some sexy fun?
I liked sexy fun. My husband, James, used to like it, but lately hasn’t been very attentive in that department. The children were out of the house now, we were empty nesters and I had pictured a revival of our sex life, but it didn’t happen.
I had even started to entertain the idea that he was cheating on me. I hoped it wasn’t true, but I was running out of reasons. Occasionally he would try to assure me, or we would fight about it, but nothing ever seemed resolved. Nothing ever changed. I know that being a couple is more than having sex. I do know that being a couple does and should involve intimacy, the bringing together and sharing of two lives. I just wasn’t feeling it. I wasn’t feeling wanted in that special way.
I kept rereading the post a few times over the course of a week.
Cheating was wrong. Getting fucked, feeling good wasn’t worth what I’d lose.
I forgot about it and didn’t do anything.
The following week I was again alone, James was on an overnight business trip, and I was looking over the bulletin board again. And again, that mystery writer appeared. I assumed he hadn’t gotten an answer yet.
This time it was a different sentence that I kept rereading: If you know what I'm talking about, then you definitely should write. I will gladly trade pics and we can see what happens.
I thought, “That’s not physically cheating”. It was then I started on a roller coaster ride I had never expected.
I replied to his email address with the following:

Dear Sir:

I don’t fit all of the things you describe, but enough of them that I was moved to reply.
I don’t remember the last time I was told I was sexy and beautiful. He does more than just roll over; he falls asleep without a word. I know he has the ability to be a giving lover and please, I just haven’t seen that side of him in a couple of years.
I don’t want to cheat on him, but I would like to trade pics with you and have someone who will understand.
I’m not a lunatic. I’m not bringing any baggage along.
Let me know if your interested and I’ll send some pictures.

===debbie

After that, I walked away from the computer and went to the living room. I relaxed down on the couch and sort of meditated on what I just did. The more I thought, the hornier I got. James was gone so let my hand wander under my light cotton bikini briefs and to my needy pussy. I thought of my mystery man showing me a world sexual adventure. A man that would pleasure me in a dozen ways. My first two fingers spread my pussy lips and I began to rub my clit. I softly moaned as thoughts of my wet pussy being eaten by this man, thoughts of his mouth exploring my entire body, my ears, neck, breasts, nipples, elbows, knees, thighs, toes, and back again. I got wetter and slipped two fingers into my pussy as my thumb stayed on my clit. I thought of this man showing me his thick throbbing cock. I slowly fucked my own fingers as in my mind he begged me to taste him. I was so relaxed; this was a good jerking off session. Then I imagined he teased me with his cock at the entrance of my aching pussy. I played with my pussy deftly as I thought of being fucked like a whore by this person and soaked my fingers as I grunted and moaned out in an empty room.
The reality was that the only feeling of skin against skin was my own.

For now, I just have to wait and see what happens.

CBW #62 - All Dressed UP

Some guys just look great in a tuxedo, don't you think.
James seems to be one of those men, delicious and elegant at the same time.

The Yearning

I am writing this early Sunday evening. I am visiting both my mother and my daughter, but CJ is not with me. I do not have a private area to bring out the Dirty Debbie in me, but I wanted to put keyboard to screen as it were and get some feelings out.
The separations has happened before
Whether a weekend or years it’s the same
An incompleteness
This time, reason unknown, I ache more
This morning
The cool air hardened my nipples
Was the breeze CJ, I wished that it were.

That’s it, put the shortest way I know.
Maybe the fact that I can’t express it as well as I’d like is something in and of itself. Maybe that makes the readers think to themselves, yes I know.
So it’s not such a bad thing, I know this time tomorrow I will be on my way home in more ways than one.

CBW #61 - Making It Personel

Now this is a first.
The guy that submitted this handsome cock included the beginning of a personal ad with it.
Very creative, I always appreciate that. So will oblige him:

SWM seeks hot lips and long red nails for kisses and scratches. That sort of thing.

Injured

Just an FYI for my readers: Thursday night I managed to do a good job of slicing the middle finger on my right hand open. CJ dressed the wound, but it is still extremely painful and doesn't seem to want to stop bleeding completely.
Needless to say, my ability to type has been degraded.
More stories will follow soon, perhaps after seeing the doctor tomorrow.
For now all I can do is heal and laugh at the whole mess.

It's Not Said Enough

"I love you", I said in his ear, again.
I was only gone for a day, but as we learned a long time ago, we shouldn't be apart.
Life has intruded into our lives too much lately.
Then we kissed.
Took a shower together.
Tasted each other.
And he eventually, teasingly, drove me to quaking orgasm.
My moans were not only of the pleasure of my body, but my soul.
We had created 'Us'.
It's beautiful, amazing, perfect, and extraordinary.
I wept in ecstasy.
"I love you with all my heart", he answered.

This Train Is Bound For...

When my job changed recently, how I commuted changed to. I have become one of the seemingly millions of people that ride on the northeast corridor of Amtrak these days. Everyday I take the train to and from Wilmington and Washington DC. I have always been a train buff, so it’s almost enjoyable, especially on Friday evenings.
Every once in a while, on those Friday’s that I really need it, I buy myself a ticket in business class and relax on my way home to Wilmington.
A couple of weeks ago I learned that there was more than one way to relax on a train.

One evening on my way home, I noticed a man across the aisle noticing me right back.
He was nattily dressed, had dark hair, green eyes, and a great smile flashed at me when he saw that I detected his attentions. My eyelids lowered and I smiled then turned away. I tried to return to my magazine, but I couldn’t help it and glanced at him every so often. But, the quick peeks weren’t being returned.

Well, it’s an almost a two hour ride and the coffee had gone through me. I walked to the end of the car and entered the unoccupied restroom. I was surprised at the size of it, usually I can barely turn around in the train bathrooms. It was then that I realized that I was in the handicapped one. Before I left the bathroom I turned to adjust my pantyhose, strangely when I backed up I felt another person. It was frightening until I turned around and saw my newest fellow commuter. I felt the blood rush to my face and dampness rise in my pussy as I blushed and asked him how he got in. He explained that the door had not been latched correctly.
“Here I’ll show you”, he said as he locked it correctly.
We smiled at each other, and we didn’t waste a word, not even an introduction.
He pulled me towards him and started squeezing my tits and biting my neck. I could feel his cock harden against my thigh as I just succumbed to his strength.
He pulled my skirt, pantyhose, and panties down in what seemed to be a split second. Then he undid his belt, zipper, and let his trousers drop to his ankles.
I could see his cock straining against his briefs and I had to release it, a new unfamiliar cock. The site of it made me wetter. I licked my palm and began to stroke him. He grew in my hand, the heat against my palm was inviting and I quickened my strokes. I tugged and massaged at his balls, as he grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me closer to him.
He deftly fingered my swollen clits he ran his cockhead up and down my wet slit from behind.
I tilted backwards towards him, wanting him to introduce his cock to my waiting hungry pussy. Still no words were being exchanged, only gasps and soft moans. I had to work at stifling my usually very vocal whorish self.
He slowly stuffed my cunt with his cock as one of his large hands covered my mouth. He traveled deeper and deeper up my hot tight canal as I rocked against him, wanting more.
Then we took off. We could feel the deep rumbling of the train moving down the track and it turned us on, we brought our fucking up to the same rhythm. He slammed in and out of me and stirred my pussy in just the right way, bringing me to the edge at the fucking speed of light. His balls slapped against my swollen lips as he grunted and thrust only a few more times, we exploded on one another in short time.

We cleaned up, still smiling at each other and dressed hurriedly. We left the bathroom in short intervals and returned to our seats.
We were in Aberdeen Maryland, only one stop from mine, Wilmington. I was feeling refreshed and relaxed for the first time in a long time on a Friday night.
I got my laptop and purse together and saw that my bathroom buddy was not getting off yet (oh that is a poor choice of words isn’t it?).
The train came to a halt at my stop and I slowly strolled up the aisle to the end of the car, passing my newest fuck room, and my new fuck buddy.
Right before I left the train I slipped him my card and smiled.
He spoke for the first time since fucking me ragged, “Thank you”, then glanced at my card and finished, “Debbie”.

The Breakup

This is basically a story about what a conniving bitch I can be, but try not to hold it against me.
I had a very steady and what I thought was committed relationship for two years. It had reached the point where I was spending a few nights a week overnight at his place. We had a mutual understanding that we didn’t want to get married or live together just yet. We celebrated our two-year anniversary in the spring of 1990. Not long afterwards, things seemed to go downhill. Having never ‘dumped’ a man in my dating career, I knew the signs. The dumpees get to know them, especially the females.
It was though our shared life was starting to become more separate.
Richard and I had a fabulous sex life and it was starting to go cold too. I tried to ignore it and think about the love on a higher level, beyond the physical. Nevertheless, I missed the intimacy, the sharing. I wasn’t spending as much time at his place anymore.
I stayed quiet, threw myself into my work, and let time pass by. I figured I would eventually get an explanation, and hoped it wasn’t as bad as I feared.

A few months after our anniversary I was cleaning up around Richard’s place on one of my days off from work. I enjoyed doing it since I was there, even if it was only a day or two a week now. While straightening up the magazine rack, I came across notes. The notes were from another woman, they were more than romantic, they were downright sexy! It was strange but it all turned me on, especially after I had come to terms with the fact that I was going to drop Richard like the proverbial hot potato he was. At the same time I was hurting, so the wheels in the mind of a bitch started to turn.

I hid my feelings from Richard and things were going along as always. Our times together had lessened so that made it easier. I had found out from the notes when their next planned meeting was and I planned to be there. I was sure to be at Richard’s the night before his date. We had a nice dinner, watched a couple of movies and went to bed. Needless to say, he didn’t make love to me, but this time I wanted it that way. He left for work early the next morning and I took my time getting ready. I decided to wear one of my typical navy work suits, but I wore my favorite lace bra and no panties under my crotchless pantyhose.
I left, but I wasn’t going to work. I went to a diner down the road, had breakfast, and read the newspaper. I can’t tell you how I was on edge on the inside and so calm and cool on the outside. After about an hour or so I returned to Richard’s place, he car was now back in the driveway.

I let myself in, quietly, through the back door. I walked through the kitchen and into the living in my stocking feet, having left my shoes at the doorstep. The living room was scattered with clothing and I could hear movement upstairs in the master bedroom. A twinge of pleasure shot to my pussy, while at the same time pain went to my brain. The animal in me won out and I snuck upstairs.
I hid in the alcove outside the room in the hallway where we had planned to put a bookcase. I could see the two of them partially through the door and partially in a mirror on the wall. The site of Richard’s thick cock already partially hard for the strange woman in our bed sent a sensation of electric pleasure to my pussy. She was giggling and taking off her bra and panties. He was very different with her, much more demanding. He was in total control and that added to the entire erotic scene.

He stood and the foot of the bed and told the woman to face him on all fours. She did it quickly, obviously used to his technique. He started to smack her face with his hardening cock. I thought, “He’d never done that to me, it looks very sexy”. My hand moved under my skirt and I rubbed my pussy as I kept watching.
It had been weeks since he had given that fine cock to me and I wanted it too.
He kept up the face spanking and told her to lick his balls. She tried but couldn’t because of his movements, he become inpatient with her and chastised her. He stopped and pulled up on his cock, resting his balls in her mouth. She lapped at them hungrily and I could feel my nipples hardening against my cotton blouse. I pulled my blouse from the waist of my skirt in an attempt to cool off. It was no help; I knew the only thing that would help was that handsome cock I was witnessing now.

As she licked his balls he said to her, “Now you know what Daddy wants”. She said she was ready to give him what he wanted and he got onto the bed. This time it was his turn to be on all fours. She got behind him, massaged his ass cheeks, and then pulled them apart, showing off his puckered asshole. She dutifully leaned in and began to tongue his asshole. Richard moaned out and I was shocked, he had never even hinted he was interested in any type of assplay.
She continued eating at his ass, pushing her tongue into him and fucking his tight hole with her tongue. She obviously knew exactly what to do, as she deftly moved her hand to his hard dick and began to stroke it. Again another moan from Richard as he grunted, “That’s it little girl, stroke Daddy just like he likes”

The whole site was becoming surreal, I had no idea, what had happened that he didn’t share this me? I was always willing to try new things in bed.
As a finger slipped into my dampening pussy, I wondered how long I would be able to hold back and not go into the room.
“Now give that tongue to my cock little girl”, he barked at her.
I thought of the taste of Richard’s cock, it was the best I had ever tasted; he made sucking cock easy. I could lick, suck, and nibble on it all night.
This woman didn’t seem to want to take him inside her mouth. I felt that it was odd considering she had just rimmed him. She seemed to be fumbling, and obviously wasn’t comfortable with the whole idea, especially since Richard was becoming more inpatient and more demanding.
I couldn’t stand it; it was painful to watch her ineptitude. I marched into the bedroom. She saw me first, and gasped, in fact she almost screamed. Then Richard turned around and saw me.
The look on his face was priceless, and I saw his cock twitch, was it my imagination that it was stiffening even more?

“My god bitch, it’s bad enough you’re screwing around with my guy, but you can't even blow him right!”, I yelled at her.
Turning to Richard I just said, “Maybe you deserve a useless whore”
I moved in and sucked half his cock into my mouth at once, no teasing; I wanted to remind him what my mouth was like. He moaned out as good old “what’s her name” sat at the foot of the bed and watched, hopefully learning. I drooled on his cock as I massaged his balls and sucked him into my mouth. My pure lustful instincts took over. A hot cock was filling up my mouth and that was good enough for me at the moment.
After tasting him again with my tongue he began to push deeper into my mouth and began to fuck my face. I took him all down; sucking hard, in fact the sides of my mouth hit his shaft. His moans were turning into grunts, it goes without saying, he was enjoying himself. We won’t even get into the fact that two women were in his bed.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and I knew what that meant. He wanted pussy; my mouth wasn’t going to be enough anymore. We didn’t even speak to one another. He rolled me onto my stomach and I got on my hands and knees. He moved behind me, ignoring his other woman, and threw my skirt up and onto my back. His hand moved to my wet pussy and he played with it in that special way that turned me on even more. The way he spread my lips and encircled my clit got me moaning. He heightened the sensation by exchanging his hand for his cockhead. It was hot, smooth, and stiff as it ran up and down my slit that was gaping from his fingering and it was begging for a good cock stuffing.
“Go ahead Richard, fuck it”, I moaned to him.
“Show your whore how it’s really done”, I said as turned around at look her right in the eye.
He mounted me from behind, grabbing onto my hips as he buried his cock into my steaming snatch. I just wanted to fuck the hell out of him; I moaned out and pushed back against his cock until I felt his balls slap against my pouting pussy lips.
He didn’t move at first, but I wasn’t going to beg this time. I just squeezed to walls of my tight cunt against his shaft. He picked up his pace and I could tell that he was thinking the same I was, let’s just fuck the hell out of each other.
He grabbed my hair and drove his cock deeper inside, grunting as he easily slid in and out of my soaking pussy.
The grunts were mixed with my moans and we were getting close. I turned to look behind, glared and the bitch at the foot of his bed and cupped his balls in my hands. He let go and exploded inside me just as I reached my peak and waves of orgasm rolled over me.

I pulled away from him, for the last time.
My good-bye consisted of only saying to woman in shock on the bed, “He’s all yours now”.
I walked down the hall to the bathroom and took my toothbrush.
I adjusted my clothing, walked out the door, and went on with my life.

CBW #60 - Beauty In Simplicity

I know I owe everyone a new story and there a couple in my Dirty word processor.
But a good hard cock always puts a smile on my face and I figure this one with you.
The man understands my fetish and is pulling himself out of some tight white boxer briefs.
Perfection when you you just want to enjoy a yummy cock.
Thanks again Mr. White.

Give It Up Woman

The air-conditioning had kept the bedroom at a comfortable level all night and I stirred before my alarm went off, wrapped in the comfort of my blanket.
I wanted my dream to continue. It had been a while, but I was dreaming about getting fucked. Yes, I mean fucked. I wasn’t being wooed or made love to; I was being taken for pure pleasure.
So, I stirred with an aching wet pussy.
The alarm went off with an even more annoying buzz than usual and I reached over and silenced it.

CJ, a morning person, was already up and came into the bedroom to ease me into the day. I began to tell him about my dream.
It was almost embarrassing, it involved a person I worked with. What made it even stranger was that the man was about 15 years older than me. I went on to tell CJ as I was dressing for the day, that he just did me right then are there. One of my job duties is as receptionist and he had is way with me on my desk. He didn’t exactly force himself on me, but he held me down. I gave in and became submissive to the whole situation.
Finally, I was all dressed and ready for breakfast.

I got my bowl of cereal and coffee that CJ had ready for me and moved to the dining room table. I didn’t see CJ at first; I figured he was in the guest bedroom or bathroom.
Then he came up behind me and grabbed my shoulders, yelling at me “Give it up woman”.
He pulled me up and towards him, forcing a deep and urging kiss. I barely knew what was going on other than I had to get to work.
But feeling CJ’s cock hardening against my pinstripe slacks quickly took my mind off work.
He kept holding me tight and said “You slut, giving it up to a guy from work!”
“Hon, it was only a dream”, I explained.
“It just shows you’ve got it in you whore”, he answered as he shoved me down on the table. I was on my back with my legs handing off the edge.
He held my hands together and down with one, while the other undid his robe belt, showing off his rock hard cock.

“I have to go to work”, I pleaded.
“Not now you don’t bitch, right now I’m you’re boss. Got it?”, he snapped.
He didn’t even bother to unzip my pants, he tore them apart at the zipper and pulled them down to my ankles. I began to whimper. I wasn’t used to this kind of treatment. Next, he ripped my blouse open, popping off buttons and manhandled my tits, forcing them out of my bra. He smashed them together and bit at my nipples. I cried out at first. Then he covered my mouth as he shoved two fingers up my pussy. This time my moans were suppressed by his hand on my mouth.

He fucked my pussy with his fingers as he tugged at my nipples with his teeth.
He removed his fingers from my pussy and his mouth from my tits long enough to say to me, “I thought this was how you liked it, I thought this was the kind of fuck you dreamed of”
By now I had given up on all hope of getting to work on time and his play did actually turn me on. His fingers were wet and my nipples were at attention.
“Now ask the boss for a raise whore”, he instructed.
I assumed an even more humble position and began to explain why I should get a raise. “Please, I really can’t make it any longer on this salary”
He didn’t drag this out at all.
“Let’s see how fuckable that wet snatch of yours is”, he said as he moved up and shoved his hard cock through my puffy lips and into my tight wet cunt. He drove in hard and deep, filling me up instantly. He held me down by both wrists as he pumped into my hot hole without abandon.
I moaned as he stretched my cunt and it hugged at his hot shaft, pulling it inside me. The sounds from him were grunts, plain old fucking grunts. His pace was fast now and his balls slapped against my ass as it hung slightly off the edge of the table.
“Oh yes whore!! Oh fuck yes!!”, he stammered between grunts.
“Cum for me slut and you’ll get that raise”, he moaned out.
I told him that I was close and if he tweaked at my tits that I would spill my pussy juice all down his cock and over his balls.
He did as I asked and kept rocking into me. It didn’t take too long until I felt the beginning of that hot wave begin deep inside my pussy and explode as I loudly moaned out as I came.
He stopped playing with my tits and shoved his heat inside me a few more times.
Then he pulled out, jerked at his cock a couple of times and sprayed my face with his gooey man milk.
“Oh yes, a very fuckable snatch, you’ll get your raise”, he said as he tied up his robe and left the dining room.
I was left on the table used up and sticky with cum.
“Get cleaned up Deb, I’ll call work and them know you’re going to be late”, CJ said from the bedroom.
I got myself off the table and wondered if I would feel as exposed as I did now when I walked through the door at work that day.

Encouragment

As I mentioned a week or so ago the yearly audit that was happening at my job was going to keep me from posting here. Obviously it has done just that.
Soon it will all be over. The audit is at the end of the week, and then we are 'free' for another year.
So you may be wondering way is the title of my post 'encouragement'.
It has been something on my mind lately.
I wanted to let you, as a welcome reader of mine, know that soon there will be new adventures and stories. I offer words of encouragement in that direction.
As for my late nights at the office, I have the the wonderful encouragement of the person I am glad to call partner, CJ.
And at the office, our team is lacking encouragement from our divisional director, something that has become a bit of a morale reducer, and a bit of a surprise.
Soon it will all be over and I'll be back living the life I live in the blogosphere.

In my old blog The Long Strange Trip I used to have a word of the day that went along with the entry. Maybe I'll start that up again. This would be a perfect time to start.

encourage |enˈkərij; -ˈkə-rij|
verb [ trans. ]

give support, confidence, or hope to (someone) : we were encouraged by the success of this venture | [as adj. ] ( encouraging) the results are very encouraging | [as adj. ] ( encouraged) I feel much encouraged. • give support and advice to (someone) so that they will do or continue to do something : [ trans. ] pupils are encouraged to be creative. • help or stimulate (an activity, state, or view) to develop : the intention is to encourage new writing talent.