Monday, December 29, 2008

And A Happy New Year

Greetings and well wishes from CJ and Debbie to all our readers.

If you haven't already done so, please read the Christmas post to learn about the updates and new ideas for the coming year and beyond for Dirty Debbie.

Shall I do another retrospect this year?
The one that brought us into the new year of 2008 is here.

I started this blog in July of 2005.
This year probably had the most pauses, stumbles and sputters, but again in the new year things will be renewed, isn't that the promise of this time of year?
I too will be renewed and I believe CJ will to.

As in past years there is at least a short list of bloggers that I will continue to miss into the new year:
Ken and Jen the Dirty Couple in Virginia
The Cunnilingus Blog
The Emergence of Minxdom

But this year also included me be invited to be a Fellatrix at The Fellatrices
We moved from CJ Fridays to CJ having his own site as Dirty Debbie's CJ
And the thing I'm most proud of was both CJ and I were put in the top 100 sex blogs at numbers 63 and 64

As most of you don't know, when I'm not Dirty Debbie on the internet I am known as Plum Blossom. Plum Blosson has been online for 13 years now. I couldn't resist using this picture to show me during the holidays.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

So This Is Christmas

From the welcoming household of CJ and Debbie we wish you all Happy Holidays, no matter which holiday it is you celebrate. In our household it's closer the the pagan holiday Yule.

Another report is that I will return to my blog after the first week of the new year (CJ's birthday is right after New Year's)
The new year may bring a few more posts with more opinions than before. I'm also going to install a suggestion box on the sidebar. Please use it.
We are all going to get back to having some fun around here. The more the merrier. Send along suggestions, fantasies about Debbie doing you, and those wonderful CBW's. In fact, a note to any of my readers that sent along CBW's before I shut down in the middle of November. Please resend your pics. I was in a cynical mood about my inspiration, or lack thereof, and deleted all your beautiful cocks. Please replenish me guys.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Happy Thanksgiving 2008

CJ and I would like to wish everyone a happy and safe Thanksgiving.
Below are just a few reminders of things to be thankful for.
















Friday, November 14, 2008


Greetings to all my loyal readers. I need to let you know that I am taking more than a sabbatical this time. I am not closing down the site, but because of some health issues I can't keep up with my erotica. I get ideas, but don't seem to be following through with them as I should and I think that's unfair to my readers. To keep up with any new entries that will be posted, please either use the subscription button at the top of my sidebar, or if you prefer, send me your email address.

Maybe if we're lucky CJ will contribute some of his erotica to the site.

During this time, please remember that there have been stories, opinions, and pics since July 30th 2005. Please explore all of those. For the guys that have recently submitted their CBW's, I won't be getting rid of them, but will be posting at a future date. If anyone still feels like sending a Debbie Does You fantasy, I'll see what I can do to write it for you.

Although I can't promise any date that I'll be back, I'll let you know it takes a lot to keep me down.

You know I love all my readers and I hope to be able to put my time and passion into this blog soon.
I thank you, as always, for your patience, and patronage.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

#95 Hard Choice

David sent me lots of yummy picture, four to be exact. In was a "hard" choice, but you know I had to end up and pick the one with a handsome cock escaping from a pair of jeans, just a small fetish of mine.
Yes D, I like all of them, and obviously can use it on this website. Thanks again.

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Monday, November 3, 2008

It's Sexy!

It's sexy...make up your mind, either way, or someone else will do it for you!


Saturday, November 1, 2008

Debbie Does You #3 - For Bow

Bow’s fantasy was great because he wants to be done by me in a fantasy that I have thought of before. His email was very clear about what he wanted. My favorite line from it was:
I'm a big sucker for blow jobs (pun intended lol) and detail.
I can quickly change bow to blow.

So now it’s bows turn to hold on and read about his fantasy.

In this economy and with the holidays approaching I had to get a second job to buy what I need for Christmas. I ended up getting a job at one of the best stores for the holidays, Macy’s. Normally I wouldn’t be very interested in retail work, but they offered me work in the men’s department. As you can imagine that is heaven for me. I had been working there for about a week when I had one of the best days of my entire adult working life.

A nice looking man came into the department. He was looking for a new suit. I could see that he was a professional and was immaculate when it came to his clothes. I don’t know what it was, but I was attracted to this well dressed handsome man immediately. The tease in me seemed to automatically come out and I began to flirt with him. I wanted to be sure that I was the associate that helped him. I quickly moved to him and asked him how I could help with my best provocative smile on my face. He knew exactly how to toy with me and it turned me on even more. He returned my answer with,
“I was hoping to get out of this old suit and replace it”.
All I did was smile and lead him to a rack of dark blue suits.
“I’m sure you’ll find something to your liking here”, I said.
“I’m sure I will”, he replied smiling at me.
There was something devious about that smile and I recognized it.

I told him to take his time and when he was ready, I would help him with fitting and find some ties and shirts that were appropriate. I walked away and left him to ponder his options. After about 15 minutes he approached me with a suit he liked. As he laid it out I noticed something that I had somehow missed when he first came in. There was a gold band on the ring finger of his left hand. He was married! I don’t know if he noticed that I looked at his hand paused for only a moment and got back into the groove of the situation.

I told him what a good choice he made. We moved to the table of shirts and picked a couple that looked good with the suit. We then moved to the tie table. Ties are one of my favorite pieces of men’s clothing. We looked over several. He decided on some silk ones that added the perfect touch. He asked to be fitted. I went to the register to get my tape measure and lead him to the dressing area with all the pieces of clothing we had picked out.

When I moved to measure his inseam I noticed something very familiar to me, the beginning of a hard-on. He knew I recognized what was going on. I became hesitant again, thinking to myself ‘this is a married man’. I am normally a strong believer in fidelity, but I knew that this one time dalliance wouldn’t make that much difference. All the morality seemed to disappear as, although unspoken, we both knew what was going on.

He grasped my shoulders and forced me to my knees. I looked up at him as soon as my knees hit the bare wood floor. He was already unzipping his pants. I was about to no longer be in charge of the situation I thought to myself as I looked up at him and a gorgeous hard cock was twitching at me. In what seemed to be a reflex and without any thought at all I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled my tits up and over my lace bra. My nipples were probably as hard his cock.
“Very nice honey”, he said as he squeezed my tits.
“Now measure this”, he said as he grabbed a hold of his cock.
I did exactly that. I measured 7 1/2 inches from the base to his head. Then I measured the circumference, a thick 6 inches.

He grabbed my hair and pulled me to his cock. As I was forced to lean in towards his crotch, he gave me another instruction,” Now show me my new tie”.
I looked up at him knowingly. I pulled the closest silk tie to my hands. Yes I like men’s ties, especially when they’re used as a subtle cock ring and ball teaser. I ran the smooth silk across his balls then tied it snugly at the base of his stiff meat.

I started by licking across his balls, replacing the silk with my wet tongue. They were salty and heavy on my lips. By now he was leaning on the wall. Tilting his hips to move his cock closer to my face. I flattened my tongue and ran it up the underside of his thick hard shaft.
His taste, his smell, the feel of his hardness all turned me on, but one thought added to stimulation, the idea that I may be overheard or caught. Was it possible that people were walking by and hearing our moans? Would I be fired?
I let that thought escape my mind and went to concentrating on the hot hard meat that had just slide between my lips. My tongue swirled around his cock as my lips hugged his shaft. He almost moaned out, but caught himself. As I took more of him into my mouth I held his nuts in the silkiness of his tie.
I could feel him throb and thicken in my mouth. He thrust more deeply and I felt his cockhead hit the back of my throat. I started my sucking like a hungry baby. I wanted that hot milk of his. I cinched up on the tie as I began to bob on his cock and let him fuck my face. Once that happened there was no turning back. I looked up at him again, nodded, and started to hum on his cock. He held my face down on his meat, deep, so his balls were pushed against my chin.
Then I felt that special twitch, any good cocksucker knows what I mean, it feels like a trigger being pulled on a shotgun. A second later I was fed with hot gooey cum. I gobbled up that prize, not missing a drop. I looked up at him as I swallowed him up. He smiled down at me and gently pulled out of my mouth.

He didn’t say a word. He put his hands on my shoulders and we took a few steps to the chair in the corner. He bent me over the chair. I was intrigued so I went along with him. He quickly flipped my skirt up onto my back, pulling down my panties exposing my swollen aching wet pussy.

I felt his tongue run down my wet slit…but that’s another story.
And I didn’t even know his name!

I'll always help a reader (male or female) with their fantasy. Think of it this way: what would you ask a "pro" to do to you, but it's free!
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Wednesday, October 29, 2008

CBW #94 DD Blog Lover

Ooop!! Sorry folks, this one is little late today.
I meant to have a story ready too, but I've been knocked out by a bad cold.
This handsome cock is from Chris. He's been reading the blog "for some time now" and loves it.
Thanks for showing your love in that special way and keep enjoying.

BTW: it seems as though we have a reader that is posting in all my Comment Boxes for the CBW's as "I disgree". Don't worry guys. I very much agree with all the wonderful CBW submissions I've gotten and I appreciate them.

There's never enough CBW, so send me your special pic for Dirty Debbie to feature. Just click on the button on the sidebar that looks like this:

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

CBW #93 Contribution

'J' gave a pic of his wonderful hard cock and included a line I read often in my CBW submissions:
'Hope it's all right'.
I don't know what you guys are thinking, but I can't even imagine a bad CBW submission. J even knew about my special kink: cocks pulled out of pants.
Very sexy J and thanks again

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Wednesday, October 15, 2008

CBW #92 Flying Cock

Nortiman submitted his wonderful cock.
He had to try twice because of my ISP's spam filter and I'm glad he did.
He asked if it would fly. Nort you're flying high. Thanks for the submission.

Monday, October 13, 2008

Debbie Does You #2 - For Matt

This time it was Matt that sent along his fantasy. it took me a little while to get to him, but I hope it's worth it. It was easy because it's one of my favorite subjects, the great fun of having two men. Also known as a Debbie sandwich.
His email was precise, but just the first line made it able for me to fly:
I re-read a 3some post and hoped to offer this inspiration.

Hold on Matt, here we go...

It had been a long, lonely weekend so far. I’m dangerous when I feel lonely and neglected.
CJ got home early from work and I suggested that we go out to one of our favorite small, dark bars for margaritas and some fun groping. He just needed a little down time after coming home, and then he was happy to go out with me. After only a couple of drinks, I was playing with CJ and allowing him to play with me. I wanted to tease another man at the same and was dressed to do just that. A plunging neckline, short skirt, and black stockings were all I needed to be as provocative as I needed. The feeling of the palms of CJ’s hands running up my stockings made my drinks taste even better.

Knowing my insatiable appetite CJ didn’t seem to mind when I began to give a younger man at the bar the once over. Eventually I winked at CJ, picked up my drink and walked over to the bar. I sat down next to the young man that was alone. I smiled and spoke softly, being turned on knowing that my husband was watching me. I learned that my new friend’s name was Matt. I introduced myself and showed him where CJ was sitting. They raised their drinks to each other then we got back to speaking. Matt was a bit quiet and somewhat shy to start. When I mentioned how much I enjoyed the company of men I think he actually blushed! He coughed and took a big sip from his drink. I smiled at him and tried to make him feel more at ease. I wanted to make it clear that I wanted him to play with us.

The innuendos started and we had fun playing the game men and women play. Once Matt seemed a bit looser because of the alcohol, I invited him over to our table. He agreed to join us. Now it’s CJ’s turn to make friends. After what I consider a brief amount of time he becomes much more bold in his questions.
“What do you think of my wife”, CJ asks Matt.

He seems a bit taken aback by it and shrugs his shoulders, becoming shy again. By now we were all feeling good. CJ put his hand on Matt's shoulder, leaned in and said,
“You want to watch me fuck her?”
He continued, almost offended,
“She’s mine and I’m the one that gives her the cock she needs.”
Those comments and that question seemed to be what got everything rolling. Both the men began to leer at me. Matt all of a sudden seemed to start confessing some of his more interesting preferences in regards to the bedroom. Matt spoke of how he has fantasized about being the second man in a threesome. He loved to watch so he wanted to join us, take some pictures, and if you’ll excuse the pun, see what develops. I was excited already. This was all a bit different from our usual encounters. My pussy was responding by starting to get damp and I wanted to explore these men in my bed.

We paid our tab and left the bar. Matt followed us on the brief drive to our home. We were there in about 15 minutes and we gladly invited him in. Another drink was in order. CJ poured them as I looked for our camera. I brought it to him and asked if he knew how to use it. He practically grabbed it from me and I noticed the bulge that was growing in his pants.

I sat next to CJ on the couch, looking into his eyes in anticipation. I could feel an electric excitement between us. He pulled me close to kiss him deeply. As he did, he pulled up my short skirt up over my ass checks. The black pantyhose were crotchless and exposed my rounded ass. As soon as I began to kiss CJ I heard the click of a camera and saw a flash. It helped me begin to fall into my part.
As the camera heightened my excitement, I kissed CJ more deeply. I wanted to be in a more comfortable place, like my luxurious bed. CJ sensed this. He pulled off my skirt and my blouse and spun me towards Matt. Again, more snapshots were taken. Matt wasn’t saying a word; he was just taking in the view and taking advantage of having a camera in his hand.

Finally, Matt started to tell me how to pose. He wanted me to hold my tits up and squeeze them as he continued with his picture taking. All three of us moved to the bedroom, turned on the lights and got comfortable.
“Keep those stockings on her”, he asked CJ.
We did as Matt asked, after all this was his show. CJ seemed to tear into me right away, biting at my neck and nibbling my tits and hardening nipples. Matt was beginning to strip as he watched this. I turned my head and smiled at him as he did. I kept watching Matt. It was wonderful, as CJ started to suck on my tits Matt’s cock sprung from his pants. Matt snapped a pic as CJ moved down to my trimmed pussy. Once he did that Matt couldn’t hold back and started to stroke his cock slowly. I could see that his cockhead was already glistening.
I spread the lips that were slightly hiding my clit and begged CJ to lick me. Matt took another picture and I was turned on even more. I loved the feeling of being a porn star and somehow Matt was helping me play the part very well.

I moaned out as CJ’s tongue hit my sensitive clit and I turned my head to watch Matt quicken his strokes. There were even slight moans escaping from him. I felt my pussy seem to swell from CJ’s tongue and I could feel my own wetness being forced from my cunt.
CJ picked up my head and threw the top half of my body over the edge of the bed. As he did I could see his hard cock bulging from his body. His sac was tight. It was a handsome sight. Matt was actually managing to keep his hand on his dick and the other on the shutter release. I turned my head back to CJ just as he was splitting my cunt and jamming his cock inside my soaking pussy. He stuffed me as he cried out a fantastic “Fuck!”. As he did I told Matt to get one more shot of me being fucked and to join us on the bed.
He did as I instructed. He lay right next to me. I told him that I would let him rest for a bit. I licked the palm of my right hand and grasped his firm thick cock. He was rock hard and hot and I began stroking immediately. Matt got into my hand job right away and was practically fucking my hand as he watched CJ fuck my pussy. His left hand moved to my tit and he pulled on my nipple as I stroked faster and CJ fucked me to the same rhythm.

The three of us were making a beautiful hot ring of fucking. I could feel Matt’s precum dripping onto my hand and I could tell CJ was getting close. I lifted my hips up and CJ drove deep inside, knowing I was about to cum, and he was right. My cunt clamped down on his dick as the waves of orgasm worked their way down my hot pussy. As this happened I stroked and pulled on Matt’s cockhead faster, and faster as he moaned out. CJ pulled out of me as he was ready to cum and sprayed my abdomen with his hot goo. Once Matt saw that he wasn’t far behind and he came all over my hand.
There were still some last photos to capture. Matt grabbed the camera as I ate his cum off my hand. Then he got some close ups of my jizz sprayed stomach.
I was high on men and sex and laughed as I said, “Wow, cum inside and outside of me”.

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Wednesday, October 8, 2008

CBW #91 Home Town Cock

This wonderful submission is from a hometown boy (or I should say man).
They sometimes call Baltimore "Charm City". I think this cock is quite charming.
In fact JT wrote in his email "Is this what you wanted?"
You know it....another yummy Wednesday!

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Monday, September 22, 2008

Cooler Nights

Greetings dear readers.
The nights are getting cooler, at least outside. It always makes for nicer warmer beds.
Below is my homage to my favorite season, which starts at 11:44am EDT today.
Enjoy the harvest and keep the chill away from your beds.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

CBW #90 What An Adventure

I always like it best when the gals send in the pics. What better way to show off?
I got one of the best comments in a CBW email:
Here's a lovely cock I came upon recently. ;)

I say lucky her and lucky cock I'm sure.
She also sent along her website, go and visit for more adventure: Sexual Adventure

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Wednesday, September 3, 2008

CBW #89 Back Again

It's so nice to have handsome cocks back on my site.
I got two contributions to my CBW recently.

In the email I got from this one, and I quote, "Does this qualify???"
Yes sir, it most certainly does and thanks for getting us going again.

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Monday, September 1, 2008

Debbie Does You #1 - For Jack

This is my first attempt at my newest feature: Debbie Does You. The first story is for the person that inspired me to do this feature. Because of the subject matter it may also end up as a post on the site I'm a part-time writer for, The Fellatrices

If you like the idea and would like to participate you are welcome to go ahead and send me your fantasy via email (see the link on the sidebar). If you have a website, be sure to include it so I can link my readers to you.
Male or female, I'll try my best to fulfill them in writing. This won't be a regular feature like CBW, rather it will depend upon the emails I get. I'm non-judgmental, so don't be shy. I think it's a wonderful way to make my blog more interactive. Of course, I'll still be writing my regular stories.
Now without further ado, the premier of Debbie Does You.

Jack has sent me his fantasy and it's sadly a common one, but luckily one I enjoy writing about.
To quote, his two emails:
I am married (24 years) and my wife has only gone down on me a couple of times with no completion. My fantasy would be to find a nice warm mouth simply finishing and swallowing. I really enjoy seeing a woman who enjoys.
I am a real fan of a lady who enjoys the art of oral sex.
I didn't mind being a well-known Fellatrix in my neighborhood. Any man who met me always treated me with respect. I had been curious about a man, seemingly about my age that had moved in down the street from me. He would smile when I walked by his house, but didn't seem to want to make much conversation. I had assumed that my reputation had reached him quickly and he was married. His attempt at fidelity was something to be admired.

A few months went by and the days began to get shorter. One cool evening my doorbell rang and there was Jack. He introduced himself and I invited him if for any other reason than I was curious as to why he was visiting me. I extended my hospitality and got him a drink; it was obvious he needed to say something to me. He told me that he knew about me and my consuming passion with acts of love. I smiled, told him that what he had heard was true, and asked him what he was doing in my living room.

At first he blushed, but then seemed like a man with a real purpose.
"My wife had to leave town on business", he began to explain.
I urged him to go on.

"I need a sample of your talents", he asked almost shamefully.
He went on to explain that his wife was not a woman that was enthusiastic in bed. He wanted to know that his cock could be something that a woman really wanted.

By now, I had moved next to Jack on my couch. I whispered in his ear not to worry and moved my hand to slightly spread his legs. I gently kneaded his thighs, he spread his legs wider and got more comfortable as my hands explored his muscular legs and I kissed his neck.
The bulge in his pants was becoming more visible and I ran my fingertips across the swelling. He quickly took a deep breath and began to rub my neck and shoulders. As I cupped my hand over his bulge, he got more insistent and pushed my head to his lap. He unbuckled his belt as I pulled down his zipper.
"Oh god...please", he said to me.
He reached down and pulled his hard cock out of his shorts. I wanted all of him so I pulled his pants and shorts down to ankles and got on my knees to do this man's cock right.

I always like a taste first, an appetizer if you will, so I swirled my tongue over and around his shaft. Yes, there is a common taste to all men, but at the same time I have found a certain subtle taste that is individual to each and I do savor it. My tongue flattened and licked more at Jack's cock, working my way to his head. I moved up the underside as I reached his cockhead and flicked my tongue around his frenulum (that's the fold of skin on the underside of the head; it’s very sensitive). I have learned over the years that this is a man's clit and Jack's reaction was no different than most. He moaned out at first, and then groaned for me to suck him off and to show him my tits as I did. I took off my blouse and pulled my tits up and over my underwire lace bra.

I began my feast hungrily and sucked his head into my warm wet mouth. His precum was salty and in it's own way urged me on. Soon my head was bobbing up and down slowly on Jack's cock. He held onto to my head, but didn't control me. After taking him almost down, I came back up to his spongy knob, licking and suck, licking and sucking before going back down his shaft again. Jack let me know he liked what I was doing with his moans and rocking of his hips. I joined his pleasure with the sounds of slurping, sucking, and muffled moans.

I looked up at Jack as I finally took him all the way down my throat. As I did my fingernails gently scrapped across his inner thighs from his knees to his balls. I moved my tongue deftly out of my mouth while holding his cock inside and touched the tip of my tongue to his swollen sac. He groaned and began to fuck my face in earnest. I kept taking him in as I squeezed and showed off my tits for him. He was hot and hard in my soft, warm, wet mouth and needed to cum.

"Ooh fuck you I'm gonna cum", he groaned out.
He thrust his cock so deep down my throat that his balls slapped my chin. Like a rifle going off, his balls exploded his gooey milk down my throat. I swallowed his cum and the head of his cock as he did.

He took a few deep breaths as I pulled up and let his cock fall from my mouth like a weary solider.
After that things became more formal again. Jack pulled up his pants, stood, kissed me on the cheek, and left. Although we saw each other often we never spoke of that night, nor did it repeat itself.
My pleasure comes in knowing that I left Jack happy and with a smile on his face.

Sunday, August 31, 2008

Sex News #10 - Continued

A couple of weeks ago I posted some news about how men and women deal with "come-hither".

For a reminder check out the news here.

I asked my readers to send me the words they made out of the following:

B E _ A _ E

L O _ A L

Below are my findings by gender and word.
Unfortunately I only got 7 responses and they were all male, but it's still interesting.

2 guys said: BEHAVE and LOCAL
2 guys said: BECAME and LOCAL
2 guys said: BEWARE and LOCAL
1 guy said: BEHAVE and LOYAL

Now to finish the news story:

Women came up with BEWARE and men BECAME
Women came up with LOYAL and men LOCAL

The situation of an attractive alternative implicity brings to mind threat and commitment to women. Women seem to have a stronger internal voice.
Women seem to think "If tempted, then defend". The researchers tried to teach this thinking to men.
Half were coached, the other half weren't.

Then they were presented with computer temptations:virtual reality hussies urging them to come hither.
75 percent of the uncoached men went through the virtual door of temptation.
Only 38 percent of the trained men succumbed.

Monday, August 25, 2008

An Overdue Update

Greetings to my wonderful readers. I have had family visiting for several days and I haven't been feeling well lately. I am also dealing with getting ready for an audit at work, usually not getting home until after 7:00pm most evenings. This means I haven't been able to write much, but it doesn't mean that I haven't been getting ideas. I have several notes for more stories when I have more time and less stress.
I want to give you an idea of a feature want to start. I hope that people like the idea enough that I'll keep doing it. I would like to start a feature called "Debbie Does You". I'd like to have my readers tell me about a fantasy they have that hasn't been fulfilled yet. I'll take that fantasy and turn it into a story.
There's more details to it all that I'm not going to go into yet. Starting thinking about sharing them with me.
More to come when I feel more like myself again.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008


This week I'm using Wednesday for a reminder day.
I have two things I'd like to remind my readers of:

1. On this past Sunday I posted a questionnaire. I have had a few responses, but so far only from men. I welcome all responses, but I'd like to see the gals point of view. Please check out last week's Sex News Sunday and email me your answers. Thanks

2. Since it's Wednesday this should be a Cock Blog post. I haven't had any submissions in a while, therefore no handsome cocks on Wednesday. Please feel free and show off for me.
You can use the button on the sidebar for CBW submissions or click here.

Monday, August 11, 2008

Cross Post Monday #7

Although it has been a couple of weeks, my work at The Fellatrices is continuing.
I am trying to keep my regular Sunday posts going there.
Again, I urge you to both enjoy my full story on that site and enjoy the stories of my fellow Fellatrices.

Below is the tickler to help encourage you to read the entire story.

The story is short, but I think powerful, therefore the tickler is brief.
It is dedicated to CJ.

I'm starving for cock so don't even take the time to take your pants off.
It's another thing I love to see....a cock sticking out of a man's suit. Pull it out for me babe, make me salivate...

Now read all of A Quick Worship of Cock

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Sex News #10 Come Hither

Today's news is from the Baltimore Sun, my home town newspaper.
In the Psychology column of the Health Today section I saw the following headline:
"Sexes view come-hither differently, studies find."

The study was about a flirtatious or seductive man or woman intruding in on a committed relationship.
Findings were reported in the Journal of Personality and Social Psychology and done by McGill University in Montreal.

When a move is made by an outsider men are more likely to succumb to temptation and women are more likely to reinforce the emotional fortress to protect the relationship.

It seems to have been an interesting study:
After an encounter/scenario with an attractive member of the opposite sex, the researchers had the subjects fill in the blanks of a word game.

I thought it might be fun to try this with my readers.

B E _ A _ E

L O _ A L

What words would you create?

Please don't leave your answers in the comment area. I don't want answers to be influenced by others. I will delete any answers in the comment area, but will still keep track of them.
Email me instead using the address on the sidebar or just click here
Don't forget to let me know what gender you are with your answer.

I'll keep this going for a week (or longer if I need more responses) and give the answers I got here along with what the study came up with in my next Sex News Sunday post.

Part Two of my news this week: I think my muse is here, I just need a little more energy to keep up with her. I should have more stories soon. In the mean time CJ is still writing so don't forget to visit his site, Dirty Debbie's CJ

Monday, August 4, 2008

At Least I'm Here

Yes, at least I'm here. My problem is that my muse seems to have gone on summer vacation.

I have approximately 15 stories that are outlined or I have notes on that I can't seem to finish.
I haven't been chatting/cybering in at least two or three weeks. I'm not expressing myself in the bedroom as much as I'd like to. I just don't seem to have the time to have the creativity and I hate it! What I think is even worse is that I have a readership I enjoy writing for and hearing comments from and I'm letting them down. I also don't like that too much of the 'normal', regular, everyday things are getting in the way of the one thing that makes me a little different.

If anyone sees my muse before I find him will you send him back here...thanks.

Sunday, August 3, 2008

Sex News Sunday #9 Too Close To Home

This week's news dismayed me not only because of the content, but the fact that it was discovered in my home state of Maryland.

It was recently discovered that in 2004 the database of women with cervical cancer had been altered so more were reported than actually had the disease in the state of Maryland.

The Baltimore Sun exposed what had gone on in it's July 29th edition.

It was discovered after 400 women who did not have cervical cancer received letters in 2005 asking for their participation in a study. Some of the women got in touch with Maryland's Family Health Administration. There was also a tip from an employee of the database management company that lead to a criminal investigation.

The database is used by CDC, NAACCR, other states and researchers. The number of cancer cases reported in the database is used to award grants to counties for cancer prevention, education, screening and treatment programs.

I don't know which is worse, the fact that such a lie would be perpetrated or that agencies have to lie about something like the amount of cancer patients to be able to get the funding they need to cure a devastating disease.

Read more about what's going on here.
Learn more about cervical cancer.
And please ladies, get your PAP smears and get your daughter's vaccinated with the new HPV vaccine.

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Sex News Sunday #8

This week the post is a mixture of news and a poll to see how people feel about it.

The following story comes from The Coffee News.
It reminded me of the song Escape by Jimmy Buffet and this commentary.

A couple from Bosnia are getting divorced after they discovered that they were cheating on the other by having Internet affairs. What really surprised them was that the cyber-affairs turned out to be with each other. They had been carrying on a chat-room relationship for several months. They called themselves "Sweetie" and "Prince of Joy" and they poured out their hearts to one another. When the couple discovered they were both being unfaithful-even though it was with each other they decided to divorce.

Now what do you think? I personally would take all this as an opportunity to find out more about my partner and work on whatever led to the "affairs" in the first place. What do you think?

What Would You Do?
I'd try to work it out.
I'd just forgive and forget.
I'd get the divorce.
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Monday, July 21, 2008

A response to a load of Fox News excrement

A recent post by DD about a fox news study and other comments, and conversation with DD got me thinking about casual sexual exploits.
Quotes stolen directly from this FoxNews article
Yeah, I said "stolen" - FUCK YOU FOX! Your reporting is slanted and biased, and you brook no dissension or legitimate argument.

"Guys just want, well, you know, while gals go to bed with the false impression of flattery and a craving for feeling desirable." "Men reported feelings of success since the partner was desirable to others and found the experiences much more sexually satisfying than women did."

It's true - we men still engender a neanderthal history in our genes, but what did our distant cousins find attractive in a mate? Was it some physical affect or was there a subtle psychological mechanism to which we (or they) aren't aware?
It is also true that men will cheat and (moreover) tell lies of false flattery in order to bed the female they desire.
The sad part of my experience shows that this is true. Does this mean that women are shallow and easily swayed by any form of flattery? In some cases I believe the answer is yes; but what of those attempted conquests where even the best flattery falls flaccid?
There is nothing more devastating to a male ego than to be shot down when attempting a casual pickup - be it in a bar, a club, or even on the street - after using their sweetest flattery. The thoughts race: "Is she married?", "Am I ugly?", "Do I or my breath smell bad?", "Why is she with THAT geek?", or "Doesn't she want a REAL man?"
To be sure, there's a part of every man named Og who jumps up and down inside screaming when shot down. Admit it men.
"O ooo ooo ee EE EE AH AH!!!"

And the women. What woman in her right mind wouldn't want to be found desirable?
What man wouldn't fall for flattery from a woman as well?
Turn the statement around and you will find that men are affected by flattery and the craving for feeling desired as well.
Christ, I'm not even a research psychologist and I know the truth here..

"Women were not hooking up in an effort to secure a long-term beau, but because they felt flattered by the overnight proposition." "Contrary to popular belief, women said they didn't view casual sex as a prelude to a long-term relationship.

Really? So the researcher here is saying that women are idiots. I think not. The truth of the matter may lie somewhere in between as most of us are looking for that "certain someone" and are intelligent enough to realize that any one of us may be "the one".

"(m)en lower their standards when it comes to one-night stands, so the presumed flattery is a fantasy or close to it."

Ahem. Yeah, if they're drunk and just want to fuck the first thing they see perhaps. As to flattery as fantasy, see above. Do men lie to get laid? Of course! As do women.

"Often [women] said things like, 'I felt so flattered, so happy that he found me attractive. It was so nice to be wanted'"

This is quite the vapid statement, don't you think? I can see and hear in my mind's eye some Valley Girl saying this, and perhaps it is true that we have esteem issues in our society, but why?
Were they not told that they were special and pretty by their father, or if they were, could these sentiments have been misused or abused?

"Women predominantly reported "regret at being used," with additional comments including: "I felt cheap," "horrified afterward," and "I felt degraded. Made myself look cheap and easy. Total regret."

My question to those women: "Were you drunk before you fucked?" Oh, you weren't? That just proves that you're a sucker for flattery and that you have no idea of your true self worth or inner beauty.
"Oh I just couldn't help myself, I just HAD to spread my legs and let him fuck me hard!"

"(T)hey could be collecting healthy genes for their offspring. So even if a woman can't score a lengthy relationship with a guy whose sperm could offer, say, disease-resistant genes or genes for a particular kind of intelligence, her thinking might be, "Why not grab the guy for sex?"'

Grabbing healthy genes for their offspring. Any where exactly do women STORE these genes that they are collecting? Do women's bodies keep sperm in some special place until just the right ones are collected and combined to make the perfect match for the ovum?
Guess I missed this one in biology class..

"If you've got a Brad Pitt character — absolutely gorgeous and incredibly loaded with money and so on — the chances of getting him to commit himself to you for the rest of your life are pretty slim," Campbell said. "But the chances of him giving you a half an hour on a Wednesday afternoon in a hotel are probably much better."

(sigh) I guess what the researchers here are saying, as reported by Fox, is that women are stupid and fall instantly for a good looking guy with money and an expensive car.
Maybe it's true is some regard.
I've asked myself questions about this in the past , "why do women fall for looks and the perception of money or just the knowledge of money?" and can only look to my experiences for answers.

I can get a manicure and great haircut, put on my Armani suit, rent a sports car, go out on the town to the most tony spot and strut my stuff and get the knockout girl but if my attitude isn't right, she'll just pass me over.
It's all about confidence.
It doesn't matter that I'm dressed "to the 9's" or how much money I toss around, what matter is that I act with confidence when I approach my quarry.
Yes I said "quarry".
Man is by nature a hunter, woman a gatherer. (BTW, I know the lines have crossed in history, but bear with me) and one of the basic rules of hunting is this:
I am confident that I will come home with my kill.

A hunter proceeds with respect for his quarry, but with the belief that with his knowledge and skill that he will prevail - over the game, over predators, and most assuredly - over other hunters. Winners after all, want it more and exude confidence and self assurance in an assertive manner.
This is what men do when they are after the biggest hunt of all: pussy.

Have I had my share of disappoints? Yup. Many times.
Usually came the next day during a hangover.
Have I been "used"? Yup. Makes me feel like shit.
Have I ever had an authentic NSA fuck buddy? Yup, but most ended up fawning over me and wanting a relationship that I didn't desire.
DId I ever fawn over a hookup only to be let down? Yup. Hurt like hell, so I can empathize with how women feel here.
Were most hookups regrettable or forgettable? In more than 75% of my experiences, yes. 'Turns out that I was looking for more than great tits and a tight pussy.
What I was really looking for was a partner that understood me way down to the very core, one who knew when and would tell me when I was full of shit but at the same time, allow me my fantasies and illusions of importance without castrating my intelligence or ego.
One with whom I could experience life on a deeper level.
One who I could respect, and who would respect me.

See, that's what I got after a famous one-night-stand, and that's really why Deb couldn't walk the next day, and indeed why we've been together (on and off) for over 25 years.

For more on "hooking up", please see: Fairfield Mirror article or Harvard College Candy article

Monday Cross Post #7

My work as a full-fledged Fellatrix at The Fellatrices continues.
I now have regular postings there every Sunday.
Again, I urge you to both enjoy my full story on that site and enjoy the stories of my fellow Fellatrices. Yesterday's post was a blowjob compilation.

Below is the tickler to help encourage you to read the post.

There is something about the words that describe a good blowjob session that are just as stimulating to me as the actually event. Well at least almost. I went through my favorite past stories in my dirty diary and list some of them below. I hope that you find them as inspiring as I do.

Now read all of My Excerpts

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Sex News Sunday #7

I chose the following story not only for content, but for my own selfish reasons.

The subject today is not new to most women. It's from the always self proclaimed unbiased(?) Fox News online.
Fox reports on a study that shows that women feel 'cheap' and 'used' after a one night stand. Don't ask me why they used quotes for those words.
It is a story that looks into the psychology of casual sex. My favorite, next to my own, website is Wikipedia.
Wiki describes casual sex by:
One night stand is a single sexual encounter between individuals, where at least one of the parties has no immediate intention or expectation of establishing a longer-term sexual or romantic relationship.

Apparently women get involved with things like one night stands because of a certain degree of flattery felt, the sense of being wanted. Being a female I understand those feelings. Men are on the opposite end of the pole (excuse the pun): men lower their standards to get laid and the flattery is a fantasy to them.
I always enjoy the news I find that deal with the opinions and feelings that involve both sexes. To read all the information check out my last Sex News post and read about the study at FoxNews

Now to add some personal experience to the objective study.
When I was college, many years ago, before sex could kill you with AIDS or Hep C. I enjoyed many different men. I hope they enjoyed me too. I would say that about 95% of those encounters were casual or what is called today, steady fuck buddies.
True, once in a while I felt cheap and I questioned my standards. It wasn't all bad though.
When I was a 19 year old sophomore I was introduced by my friends to an 18 year old freshman.
I wasn't that impressed. Without going into the soap opera-like details. I eventually became interested and curious in him. I ended up propositioning him. In my mind it would be a fun night, maybe even a fun weekend, but that would be it. It was fun. It was great, I could barely walk the next day.
We ended up together for a much longer time than that weekend. I was surprised. It seemed like fate.
His name was CJ. We were married about 2 years later and divorced 5 years after that. We have wonderful daughter now, known as the Star Child to us. After 17 years we were reunited and are back making love to each other again.
I would say go into a casual sex experience with your eyes open gals, but remember you never know, it could be a way to meet your soulmate.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008


I finally got my stimulus check.
I can't figure out when the battery goes or what to stimulate.
Can anyone help?

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Secret Sins: Chapter 9: "Seats of Power"

OK. Well in my job, I sometimes get odd request when I do my contract "service calls", so I thought that I 'd tell you about this one fellow.
Just another odd job in a whole plethora of odd occurrences in my line of work, but hey, who's complaining? Certainly not me.

My handler (I guess you could refer to him as my government sanctioned pimp) contacted me about "Jay", but left a cryptic note on the system to handle him with "kid gloves." Curious but with a bit of trepidation knowing some of the adventures and situations I had found in the past  I presumed that this encounter would be no different, and I was correct.

I had to fly to Cally for this one and arriving at LAX, was instructed to pick up a rental car and drive to a certain fairly affluent neighborhood in order to meet my contact.
Entering a code at the gated entrance (my, these company protectorates live well) I swung the car up to park in front of the portico, checked my makeup, took a deep breath, and rang the bell.
"Yes?" came a husky male voice over the intercom by the door.
"Hi, this is Debbie from DC Properties" I said, using the code name for the real estate company I supposedly worked for, "Ben sent me".
"Come in. Up the stairs to your left, second door on the right" intoned the voice. "Lock the door behind you."
So far so good.
Nice place this one; not like many of the houses or condos I'd visited in the past. Over the course of a few years working for the 'company', I'd seen my assignments go up in stature from seedy motel rooms to brownstones in DC and NYC, and now a gated house in the 'burbs of LA. I could sense that my talents were paying off as I began to have liaisons with more than a few high profile people.
If I crouch my stories juuuust right and hide more than a few details, I just might be able to tell you about some of the better-known personages in the future, but I digress.

Finding the room in question, I opened the door so see the back of a well dressed man sitting at a desk on the other side of a well appointed office / den.
"I'll be right with you. Have a seat" came the voice I'd heard over the intercom and with a wave of the hand, motioned me towards a lovely leather chair in the corner.
Looking around, I noticed pictures on the walls of a distinguished looking man with more than a few celebrities and politicos.
"Looking at my trophies, eh?” said the man as he turned to glance in my direction. "They're the product of many years work building relationships with powerful people - some famous, some infamous as you can see.
Looking closer I could see indeed that the man at the desk was indeed golfing or dining or chewing the fat with people like Johnny "Two Tone" XXXXX, Anthony XXXXX, and yes indeed there was one with Senator John XXXXX the both of them clinking bottles of Budwiser together in grinning celebration of some triumph.
"The seats of power can make you rich you know" said "Jay" as he rose from his chair, crossing the room towards me.

I saw now that he was a slightly older version of the man pictured on the wall, very short close-cropped slightly graying hair, well built.
"They can also give you access to things you shouldn't know or what some don't want you to know, and people who can make you disappear suddenly and permanently without warning."
How well I knew this from my past dealings with 'company' witnesses.
"I've wined and dined my share of power brokers in my day and since I'm under federal protection, I guess I should get rid of this evidence, but they remind me of my past glories."
Typical huge ego making a big mistake. When you go in 'company', you're told to get rid of any pictures or evidence of this type because you never know who's who, nor what could compromise your life. "Jay" was running a huge risk living in such a large house in LA with pictures on his den wall of his past life. I instinctively sensed that this guy was a power broker who just didn't care.

"Well, let's get at it. My wife won't be home until tomorrow so we can play all we want. Stand up" he commanded in a voice that I knew was use to getting what he desired at all times. "Damned nice. Take off your dress and let me see your tits. I love a good set of tits".
For as powerful as "Jay" was, he was a bit crude as well.
Complying, I stood up and slipped the LBD off my shoulders and let it fall to my matching black Jimmy Choo's I bought in New York, and presented myself chest out for "Jay" to see.
"Mmmm. Nice rack" he said, moving towards me to manhandle my breasts. "I can see why Ben likes you so much".
Not knowing what was coming next, I thought that I'd play my standard submissive roll and let him make the moves, but he had other ideas.
"No no no" Jay said as he began to back away "I can't fuck you. I just can't. It's not right"
Ah ha!
Sensing an opening, I turned the tale on "Jay" and walked over to him and grabbed his package through his pants while saying "Oh no you don't BITCH!" This startled "Jay" a bit, but I didn't back down. Sensing that this obviously powerful man wanted to be dominated, I ordered him to take of his pants and clothing. NOW!
A flash of terror crossed his face, but he did what he was told.
"Get into the bathroom you impotent little fuck"
Again, Jay did what he was told, and again, a look of terror crossed his face

Being the good professional that I am, and knowing that any situation I get into on these forays can get involved, I always travel prepared for any condition. Snickering through every airport TSA checkpoint, I know that the screeners are looking at in my carry on bag, wondering if I'm a terrorist. I mean, who carries handcuffs and dildos on a plane?
Reaching into my bag, I grabbed a length of cord and my good friend Gary.
Clicking my heals as I walked into the brass and marble bathroom, I saw exactly what I needed in a moments notice, so I walked up to "Jay" and standing in front of him naked, slapped him hard across the face. His ashen face turned bright red.
I slapped him again, this time harder.
"Turn around bright boy" I commanded. "Put your hands behind your back".
"Whaaa whah whaaat are you going to do to me?” asked my subject.
"I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP, BITCH"! I screamed at "Jay" as I grasped his hands together and trussed them tightly together with the cord, winding it around his waist so he couldn't move.
Pushing his head towards the mirror on the wall, I leaned close in behind him and whispered in his ear with a softly vicious voice "We'll see who's in power now, won't we boyfriend".
I had grabbed a ball gag from my stash as well and now commanded "Jay" to open his mouth. He complied, half out of terror, half out of curiosity.
Shoving the ball in his mouth, I tied it securely behind his head and told him to bend over.
"Mmmnff mnnff, mnnnn" came a muffled vocalization from the gagged subject in front of me while I went about my work with Gary.
Gary is my strap on dildo. I call it Gary after a former boyfriend as it bears an uncanny resemblance to the size and girth of his member. Oh yeah. Pay back's a bitch.

Pushing "Jay's" head forward into the sink, I kicked his legs apart and began to caress his ass, which instinctively began to pucker.
"Oh no mother fucker" I said as I poured Astrolube on Gary, "You're going to get exactly what you deserve. Maybe this isn't prison, but you're going to get it and get it good".
Grabbing a firm hold of "Jay's" butt cheeks, I spread them apart.
"Mngngnd mmmrggrdd hnmmmwwaggrrd MMDGG!!!" came the muffled scream from the rag doll in front of me.
That’s when I shoved Gary in "Jay" - hard and unapologetic - just as hard as I imagined "Jay" had been in some of his business dealing.
Smirking again to myself I thought, "I guess "Jay" is going to get what he's been doing to other people all this time", and began to pump the butt in front of me with reckless abandon, without any thought to his virgin status.

“Jay’s” fighting and struggling soon stopped and not long thereafter, I noticed a copious quantity of cum shooting out the cock that had been shoved against the vanity.
Ah yes: the prostate massage works every time.
Slowing down on my thrusts to a bare crawl, I let "Jay's" ass begin to accept the girth of my dildo before popping it out in a single, quick motion.
There was a sigh of relief from my subject, and he began to relax in a slump.
Perfect! Just the thing I was waiting for!
I shoved Gary into the puckered ass in front of me as hard and fast as I could, burying it all the way up to the straps.
"Mmmnff mnnff, mnnnn MMDGG FUUUNGG!!" intoned "Jay" as he stiffened.
Heh heh heh. I can be such a vindictive bitch when I want to be, so I withdrew Gary from my victims ass in one fell swoop.
Pop! went Gary, and "Jay" collapsed on the floor.

"Now get rid of the pictures on the wall you mother fucker unless you want what just happened for real - or WORSE!" I screamed at him. "Jesus Fucking Christ! You're under the protection of the Some Very Scary People for God knows why, and nor do I care, but if you don't give a fuck about your butt, then neither should we."

"Jay" was sobbing on the floor as I undid his ball gag and untied his hands.
After cleaning off my beloved dildo, I left my client right where he was to think about things.
The trip back to LAX was uneventful except for the TSA idiots that pulled Gary out after X-Raying my bag and holding it up for everyone in line to see queried me "What's this?"
"You should know, you are one" I shot back at the moron.
I guess I'm in the wrong business if I hate people on a power trip, but like I said, pay back's a bitch.

As a coda to the story, Ben called me a few days after I got back home to thank me for doing a wonderful job out in LA. "I don't know what you did, nor do I WANT to know what you did, but my superiors wanted me to thank you personally".
It seems "Jay" had been holding out information from the 'company', but now he was chirping like a bird.
Hmmm. I wonder if the military could use me at Gitmo...

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Is This Possible?

Tonight CJ told me that: "All I ever think about is sex". He didn't seem to be kidding.
So I want to know what my readers think. Can you have too much sex on the brain? If you do tell me what "too much" is. Personally I don't think that's all I think about. It sure would ruin my job performance if I Although truthfully I do get some ideas for stories at work...mmm.
Add any thoughts in the comment area and please take my poll.
Thanks all.

Can You Think Too Much About Sex?
Oh Yes
No Way
What was he thinking?
Dirty Debbie can't
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Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Fuck Me Like Her-Part Two

As always be sure to check out the back story by reading Part One

Weeks passed, life for us remained about the same. We had moments where we acted like the couple that I wish we really were. One night he was feeling a bit passionate towards me. It had been about two months since we had made love so I was ready for him.

As we made our way to the bedroom a picture moved from my subconscious mind to the forefront. That image was of ‘the mistress’. I wanted to be her. I wanted to get the attention that I used to get from my boyfriend, the attention I deserved, and the attention she was getting instead. I was tired of being made love to like it was chore, rather than because there was an attraction, a need, or a desire. I became a different sexual being and I stayed there, in that mindset. The rest of this story tells about the fucking bitch I became.

One thing that I will give my boyfriend credit for, he did know what I liked in bed. He began to kiss me, up my neck, to my ears, and then moved to my mouth. It was then that the passion welled up in me and my favorite filthy salacious speech turned into something else and I said:
“Talk to me like you talk to your whore”

He pulled back and looked at me quizzically, but I think he thought it was just part of one of my games. Rather than the silence or coos that I normally heard, he got as filthy as I was, if not more. He told me things I had never heard before, things like,
“Fuck you bitch, how dare you ask for anything”
I ignored his comment, went ahead, and made another request.
“Now go ahead and kiss me like her”

The funny thing is that he began to kiss me differently; he began to bite and nibble on my neck and then my cheeks before sucking at my lips. He didn’t seem to mind this time; apparently going along with what he had decided was just a game. In reality, it was not anywhere near being a game. He became forceful and thrust his tongue into my mouth. I did my best to keep up with him.
This progressed, things got hotter and heavier and I was enjoying the newness of it all, even if the reason for it made my stomach turn. He started to plant soft kissed on my tits and slowly worked his way down to my pussy. I was so glad that I had shaved earlier in the day; it always makes me more sensitive. Of course, this was something different from our routine. Normally I would be on my knees before I would be serviced in such a way.
“Please, please, now eat my pussy as if it were hers!”, I begged.
I got just what I asked for. His form, his talents seemed to completely change. Rather than the few licks I had gotten used to, he took care of me from my asshole to my clit and back again. Nice and slow, gently sucking on my clit, driving me wild and making me squirm for the first time in a long time. He drew my puffy pussy lips between his lips and licked at them as he worked his way down to my puckered hole. He drove me over the edge as he tongue fucked my ass. I came hard as he moved his tongue up and down into my tight cunt. I grasped his strong shoulders and dug my nails into them as my soaked pussy rocked against his face.

Just as I was thinking how much I needed his cock, the bitch in me welled up again and I moaned out,
“Fuck me the way you like to fuck her”
Again he pulled back to look at me for a split second this time with a more worried look on his face. He answered with me just one word, “Fine!”
He pushed me back down on to the bed and straddled me right below my tits. He slid his stiff cock between my massive tits and pushed them against himself. He felt smooth and very warm. I took over the job of holding my tits as he began to fuck them. He put a few pillows under my head so I could easily lap at his cockhead as he moved towards my mouth. I loved the feeling of his smooth balls dragging across my abdomen and the taste of his pre-cum as my tongue flicked across his leaking head. He pulled at my erect nipples as he called me a whore and a cocksucker. He kept at it as he came closer to cumming.

“Oh, now suck me off”, he moaned.
I tilted my head a bit more upwards and moved up so he was kneeling right in front of me. Now his dripping cockhead was resting on my lips.
Now it was his turn, he was still treating me to the filthy language, “Now suck my cock, just the way I like it whore”.
I leaned down and began licking at his balls right away, moving my tongue up to his head and feasting on his pre-cum with it. For some reason this seemed to piss him off rather than please him.
“No, no bitch, no! Have you gotten even more stupid since last time?”
He grabbed the back of my head, took a fistful of my hair and yanked at me towards his stiff cock. When I say stiff, I mean it too. It was a fucking diamond cutter. I don’t think I had seen him that hard since he was 21 years old. In a matter of, what seemed, to be seconds, half his dick was down my throat. The back of my head was shoved down his shaft, I took him all, but I gagged like a schoolgirl in the process. I began to suck as he fucked my face as hard as he could.
“Look at me when you suck me bitch!”
The submissive in me doesn’t disappear and I looked right up at him. He fucked my face fast, hitting the back of my throat with almost every thrust. His balls were slapping against my chin and then being ground into my face. This was not what I usually expected of him. His groans were loud and very carnal.

“Oh bust those nuts babe, I’m gonna paint your slut face”
Soon after saying that, he started to explode. I sucked harder and he twitched as he started spurting. I got a taste of his jizz on my tongue and swallowed, but he quickly pulled out of my mouth and kept spurting on my face. It was like no time I had remembered in the recent past.
We both were spent after that and just laid on the bed for several minutes afterwards. There was no snuggling, no pillow talk, we didn’t speak. I eventually got up and took a shower. By the time I returned to bed, my boyfriend was already under the covers and asleep.

We never brought it up, the fact that my requests, and his response to them were because of his mistress. I couldn’t bring myself to confront him, at least not right away. At first, I couldn’t figure out why, but after a discussion with my girlfriend it came to me.
I felt sorry for her on some strange level. I felt sorry for my boyfriend’s slut. After the fuckfest we had that night I thought to myself, “Is this really how he treats her?”.
At least I was always handled with a certain gentleness. Even though I was being lied to, there was still a certain understanding to our world. My sympathy for the unknown woman didn’t last forever. He had chances to come clean, but never did. I eventually did a real confrontation and reminded him of that night. No need to go into detail about what ensued or how I caught him in the first place, but within the year I had a much cuter apartment and it was all mine.

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