CBW #84 Cock Considered

Today's submission is from HH.
He said the following in his email:
Here is one for your consideration.
Well sir you have obviously been considered. I especially like the double mirror image of the head.


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Our Second Honeymoon

This story is long over due, but no less meaningful. This all happened during the last week of April. The story is a bit longer than my usual ones, but I wanted to tell it all at once.

Our recent trip to New Orleans was even better than a second honeymoon, it was the honeymoon we never had. We stayed at an old quaint hotel in the French quarter, the Vieux Carre to be exact.

Our activities included eating at some of the finer restaurants, sipping café au lait and eating beignets at Café du Monde, a carriage ride, siteseeing, gambling, and a trip down the Mississippi River. CJ had done most of the planning and it was perfect.

Nothing beat the experience on Rue Bourbon. If you’ve never been to Bourbon Street at night, there is no way I can totally describe it to you. If you have, then you know exactly what I’m talking about. The place doesn’t shut down until about 4:00 am. We were on the street from 10:00 pm until almost 2:30 am. It’s the music, the sex, the drinking, and the crowd. It’s like another planet and for me it was very exciting, very ‘stimulating’. I especially found it sexy when CJ told the girl outside Scores strip club that I gave the best blowjobs.
Once back at the room that evening/morning neither of us were in any condition to make love and we quickly fell asleep next to each other and I think feeler younger than we have in a long time.

The next day, while we were walking around and enjoying the city, I fell into the dirty girl I can be. I now truly believe it is something in the vibe/hum of the city. I stopped CJ as we were walking and told him if he wanted me that night he would have to buy me dinner plus $200 for 2 hours, “whatever you want, it’s a special”, I said. CJ, forever the businessman, started trying to bargain with me. I didn’t budge much. The subject wasn’t discussed again and I assumed we had a deal. After our site seeing for the day, we returned to the room and about three and a half hours until dinner. I was a bit warm and I stripped down to panties and bra and laid down on the fluffy soft duvet that covered our king sized bed. I sighed and told CJ, for what I’m sure seemed the 100th time, how wonderful everything was. Soon he was stripped to his briefs and joining me on the bed.
We held each other, smiled at each other, gave each other small exploring kisses, nuzzled, and enjoyed the feel of the other’s warm smooth skin. I began to rock and squirm, ever so slightly, under the spell of CJ’s embrace. His hand moved over top of my cotton bra. His thumb and forefinger search out and found my hardening nipples. I can always count on getting some nice tittie play from CJ and I will never tire of it.
At first I gathered myself together enough to pull back and say, “You have to buy me dinner first”.

“A man can have a little snack before dinner can’t he?”

I’m just a girl that can’t say ‘no’. I sank back into him. I kissed his neck as I returned to him. I looked downward for a moment and saw CJ slowly stroking his hardening cock. As a handsome sight for my eyes, it was even more so because of his shaved balls. CJ may be a breast man, but if there is such a thing, I’m a nuts gal, and no I don’t mean I’ve lost my mind.

“Lick my fuck stick”, he said, but I was to take my time.
I wanted to feel him first, under my hand, my fingertips bringing me the sense of his warm hardness. I soon as I grasped his cock I felt that heat. I let my fingers move up and down his prick, it was throbbing, and I could actually feel it. When I got to his plump and spongy cockhead, I squeezed it gently. I couldn’t hold back. I enjoy teasing CJ, but it is a way to tease myself at the same time. I lay on my stomach and moved my head downwards. I told CJ I needed to lick his balls first. He spread his thighs farther apart. Those nuts drew my tongue to them like a magnet. Soon my face was buried between his thighs and I was dragging my tongue across his sac. I took my time to smell his musk as his nuts rolled into my mouth. I was turned on even more and pulled the straps of my bra down as CJ helped me off with it. I sucked his cockhead in between my hungry lips and began moaning and I don’t think I stopped. As my tongue swirled around his shaft and I took more of his thick meat into my face, I began to grind my clit into the bed. I couldn’t help myself, it had been a while since I tasted CJ and I took him hungrily into my mouth. The more I sucked and slurped the harder I pushed my aching pussy into the firm mattress. As CJ grew inside my mouth I began to bob up and down on him, letting my mouth become his own fuck hole.

As his passion grew he firmly pushed me off and rolled me onto my back. One of my favorite feelings as CJ’s lover is to be on my back, exposed to him. To me it’s a way to show my love, my openness, and my self to him. His was so hard and handsome as he moved on top of me and with his impish grin, it’s as though I fall in love with him all over again when I make love with him.

I reached out to grasp his cock and get him inside of me as soon as I could, after all this was supposed to be just a snack before dinner.
He pulled my hand away, kissed me, and said, “No, don’t worry baby he knows where to go”. He teased me by running his engorged cockhead up and down my hot wet slit. I tilted my hips up towards him, moaning, wanting him. After what seemed an eternity he pushed his cock between my puffy pussy lips and slowly began to sink inside me, kissing my neck, then licking and nibbling at my nipples as he did. My vocalization, as always, was immediate and I filled that hotel room with the moans of my pleasure. His groans increased with the depth and pace of his thrusts. I rocked with him, keeping up with him as I was made to do. I pulled my legs up and grabbed my ankles. Fucking CJ with the soles of my feet facing the ceiling makes me feel so damn naughty. I could rock and fuck him so easily now, feeling as though I was getting wetter with each movement of his cock inside me.

I held on tight and came fast and hard. CJ wasn’t too far behind me. He drained his balls deep inside me. We then began our collapse into each other. My legs came back down to the bed and he slowly dropped on top of me. He pulled out of me and got on his knees next to me. Pushing his glistening cock in my face he said, “You missed a spot”.
He squeezed his cockhead so I could lap up the last drop of cum. CJ is my Maxwell House, good to the last drop.

We rested a bit more, then headed out to dinner at one of the great restaurants in the French Quarter, The Court of the Two Sisters. Needless to say, CJ and I had some much needed and much deserved quality time together, joining not only physically, but also on other levels. I’m going to remember this trip for a long time and I'm not sure that CJ will ever know how special it was to me, but I think he has an idea.

Monday Cross Post #2

My work as a full-fledged Fellatrix at The Fellatrices continues.
My posting will be there every Sunday.
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.




In the middle of the completely dirty deed, I saw a couple coming up the sidewalk toward the car from behind. The turn-on for me was immense. I fucked Charlie faster as they closed in on us. It was as the sleeping exhibitionist in me had not only awakened, but had totally been let loose.

"People can see us-I fucking love it", I groaned out.

Charlie just smiled, ready to cum with me. They passed the car looking straight ahead, but I knew that had seen us from the rear window.

Now read all of In Flagrante Delicto

Sex News Sunday #3

This week's news can be filed under the 'ignorance is bliss' category.
I'll always think that sex is fun and love-making fulfilling, but like most things that take a certain maturity to enjoy, you need clear and subjective information.
Thanks to the current administration's policies this hasn't been the case for American teenagers.


According to new findings in The Journal for Adolescent Health teenagers are not having oral sex to remain 'technical virgins'. In fact oral sex started after having vaginal sex in 82% of the cases.
My point here has nothing to do with morals or ethics, it has to do with the health of our teenagers. According to the Center for Disease Control more than 1 in 4 teenage females have a sexually transmitted disease. Our administration is not keeping our children safe from disease because of it's puritanical belief system.

If you are close to or a family member of a teenager, please help them not only know when the time is right to make love to a partner, but how to stay healthy in the process.

Read more about the new research on the health and sexual practices of our teenagers here.

CBW #83 NOT! #2

I again have run out submissions for CBW.
Therefore there will not be an additional chapter to Secret Sins.
Below is a cock for amusement on a Wednesday, that's all.


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Monday Cross Post #1

I've finally started my work as a full-fledged Fellatrix at The Fellatrices.
My posting will be there every Sunday. I will cross post a section of it here on the following Monday. I urge you to both enjoy my full story on that site and enjoy the stories of my fellow Fellatrices.




Next I moved onto the last comfort of Friday, my car. She's new and she's hot. I recently bought a Sangria Red 2008 Ford Mustang GT Deluxe. I jumped into my sporty bucket seat, pulled out of parking garage, and began the 25 mile course home. I was so ready for this, I got near to soaking my panties as I turned up the music after I heard it was Nine Inch Nails little love song, Closer playing.
I couldn't help think of CJ on the way home. Just the thought of his smiling face, with that cute dimple of his waiting for me, made me more anxious to get home. My mind wandered even more as I kept up with the beat of the music and shifted gears. I thought of the smell of CJ, his smooth skin, and his little cute ass. I think I sighed aloud as I let my mind indulge in the mere thought of my lover waiting for me at home.

Now read all of Honey I'm Home.

Secret Sins: Chapter 6 "The Master"

Being a professional cocksucker for the my company was hard at times (no pun intended), but the rewards were fulfilling as well.

I remember one occasion when I was summoned in code to a certain location to perform what I presumed was yet another lip smacking act on someone who had run afoul of the law and who was now under their protective custody, and desperately in need of blowing his nut down my throat. Sometimes I relished these dalliances, and sometimes the relish was on me. No matter, a little soap and water and a good shampoo would often take care of any sticky mess that lingered.

It was early evening when I arrived at the non-descript house, I dressed in my little black slinky number, my hair piled professionally on my head. Wonder of wonders, there was a "for sale" sign on the front lawn, I knew my cover as a real estate agent would not be blown should any neighbors be looking out their windows to see who was arriving. I could see that the lights in the house were already on through the sheer curtains, but no movement came from inside.
Knocking on the door, I had to wait for a minute for someone to answer, but was then greeted by one of my usual federal contacts and ushered into the house.
As usual, few but code words were exchanged between the agent that opened the door an myself, and I soon found myself ushered to a room in the basement that any dungeon master would be proud to call home.

Faux stone covered the walls surrounding the large area, with candles flickered on wall sconces providing a strange illumination befit of the middle ages instead of the early 1990's. An iron maiden with a hole in it's front, a rack (complete with leather bindings) stood on one wall, while a wagon wheel (with the same requisite leather bindings) graced the center of what could only be described as appearing like a medieval hall, complete with blazing fireplace.
Oh lordy - what have I gotten myself into now!

KerWHACK! came the sound, startling me from my semi-shocked state, and I whipped around to see a muscular man dressed all in leather, including the hood on his head appearing out of the darkness.
KerWHACK! went the whip as it snapped at my feet.
"Put this on please,” the Master said as he tossed me what turned out to be a leather teddy with a snap crotch. They must have known my size because it fit perfectly, hugging my body like OJ's well-worn glove and supporting my beautiful breasts in a shelf like manner.
Shrugging off any feeling of modesty, I slid out of my dress and into the teddy like a good little slave.
"OK. I've done this before" I thought, "Just put get on with it".
Standing before the fireplace in my new togs, the "Master" approached to inspect his slave, running the base of the whip he held up and down me, paying special attention to my legs, mons pubis and breast areas. "That will do nicely I think" said the Master. "Turn around please".
After complying, I heard a snap of fingers and something moving in the background. A hinge creaked, and then a lock snapped. Frankly, my pussy was tingling with excitement for what was about to happen next.

"This way please" said the Master, and turning to comply, was lead back to the Iron Maiden standing on the far wall. This time however, there was an addition - a flaccid cock protruding from the hole in the front of the antique torture device. What or who lie inside was anybodies guess.
My job clear, I knelt down in front of the Iron Maiden and began to massage the protrusion with delft fingers honed by years of practice. In no time at all, my efforts paid off and I was presented with a nice example of veiny manhood to place within my mouth. True, it was a bit strange not seeing my favorite love sack dangling beneath my phallic lust, but I sallied on, intent on my job.
Several slurps later, I was treated to a blast of hot jizz down my throat, whereupon the "Master" chuckled then roared with laughter as he said, "Oh jeez Chuck, that was fast. I think you should stay in there a while and watch the rest".
"Watch the rest"? What did that mean?
"Get up bitch!" came the command from the shrouded dungeon master, "Come over here" he said, motioning me to the rack. My momentary hesitation was met with a kerWHACK of the whip on the ground next to me, and yelping ever so slightly as I felt the air break around my feet, complied.
Jesus! This guy was really into the power trip.
Placing the whip on a nearby table, the "Master" buckled me into the table; cinching the straps down a little more hard than I thought was necessary. Reaching down at the base of the table, he began to wind a mechanism hidden to me, but whose nature was soon revealed. What began to happen was that the table's legs began to stretch apart at the base, an along with it, my legs. Soon, I was spread eagle upon that wooden device, completely at the mercy of what or who was to come.



A snap of fingers once again brought a response that I most certainly did not expect. Into the room filed six men, all in long robes with hoods covering their heads. Marching up single file to the rack, they soon surrounded me.
Another snap of the fingers, and they tossed off their robes, however, expecting to see faces was denied as they were all wearing a gauzy type of mask over their heads. Damn.
Naked under their robes, I could tell that the group of men were of differing ages due in part to the paunch on some, the six pack abs on others. What set them apart were their cocks. Most were of normal size, with one being larger than the rest, but there was something there that I could not get a focus on; something indistinct but very similar. What was it, I thought.
Surrounding me now, the men were directed to different parts of me: one to the head, one to each side, one around back of the table and one directly in front of me. Wild eyed, I wondered what was going on, when a snap of the Master's fingers made everyone step a foot or two closer to me, and it dawn on me what I should do.
Grabbing a cock in each hand and lifting my head, I slurped the third into my mouth, doing my best to concentrate on giving each one the attention they deserved. Slow on the left hand, harder on the right. One's going soft so let's switch it up, all the while gobbling the knob in front of me with reckless abandonment.

Hands groped my body and breasts at this point, rubbing them for all they were worth, and I must say that the feeling of so many different touches turned me on even more that all the cock's presented before me. Without warning, I felt a hand at my now super wet crotch unsnap the leather teddy and flipping it up, began to massage my clit and snatch with abandon.
Imagine this scene would you?
Me in a dark cellar reminiscent of a mediaeval torture chamber, semi-naked on a rack with 5 men in masks surrounding me. Surreal!
Naked man number five was in front of me now, his fingers slipping in and out of my sopping cunt, my now swollen clit in overdrive as its nub grew larger and larger. Slick trails of pussy juice rolled out of me and down to my butt as I lay there, Mr. Number 5 stroking his now engorged member as he stroked me. "Nice mushroom head on that cock" I thought. As that thought struck me, Mr. Number 5 came closer and stepping between the spread table, brought his swollen member closer to my cunt. It was then that I noticed that his cock was actually tattooed. THAT'S what I had seen on the other men's cocks, a tattoo!

Usually, I don't go into penetration at my "meetings", but what could I do.
Without noticing it, Mr. Number Five had slipped on a condom and again approached me, his cock bobbing up and down like a doll on a dashboard.

Trying hard to concentrate on my other business, I couldn't help but wish Mr. Number 5 would fuck me, and fuck me hard with that lovely mushroom head, and if as if to know my thoughts, he did just. Sliding his cock into my pussy ever so slowly as to get my cunt ready for his size, he was thoughtful enough to know that a woman can't just take a huge cock in her slam bam. Slowly he entered me, and bliss followed. My nipples stiffened, and for a second, I thought of nothing else except that glorious meat in my cunt.
Pumping harder now, I could tell that Mr. Number Fiver was enjoying my tight, shaved puss just as much as the guy in my mouth was enjoying my tongue rolling around is knob.
And then I realized where Mr. Number Six was.
Oh shit! I was going to get it in all the holes at the same time.
I don't think I can adequately describe how it feels to have a cock in each hand, one in your mouth and one in both your pussy and butt at the same time, but I'll try: FABULOUS!
Pumping pushing sweating jerking pulling pussy juice flowing everywhere, I was coming like I had never come before.
Then I head another snap of the fingers and just about 3 seconds later, each and every one of these mystery men all came at the same time.
Talk about discipline, I mean really!
Me, I was filled and covered with sticky man goo so fast and so hard that I frankly didn't know what hit me. The sperm was flowing off my hands, on my tits, out my pussy and butt even before I knew what hit me.
Another snap of the fingers and each man withdrew several steps, leaving me there covered and vulnerable.
The next snap was that of the flash of a high powered strobe light.
Ah yes, a "trophy".

My head was swimming at this point, and then I began to hear them singing in unison a song that was familiar, but in a language I didn't recognize. Was it Latin? I wasn't sure.
Then at the end of the song the horribly déjà vue of a memory soon overcame me when they shouted in unison at the top of their lungs 'My honor is my loyalty' before filing out of the room.
Cum dripping from every hole, the Master left me for whoever was still inside the iron maiden.
Unsnapping the lock, the Master let "Chuck" out of the device, and with a shove, threw him to his knees. "You see that? That's discipline!" the Master said as he pointed to me. "They all did their jobs WHEN they were told to, holding back until ORDERED to climax!" he roared at the skinny young man at his feet.
"You're not worthy to be with us, but you CAN redeem yourself if you so desire. Do you so desire?"
"Yes sir" came the weak reply.
"WHAT??!!"
"YES SIR!"
"Then get over there and clean the Goddess up". (Hmmm. Goddess eh?)
"With what?"
"Your tongue stupid!" said the Master.
Obeying each and every command, "Chuck" proceeded to lick me clean: from the drying cum between my lips, to the dribbles of cunt juice between my other lips.
Never had THAT done to me before.



Chuck was dismissed when he finished, then the Master came back over to loosen my bonds.
"Thank you Debbie, that was very brave of you" said the Master. "There's a shower and bathroom right over there if you'd like to clean up. Please take your time".
Stripped free of my bonds, I wobbled to my feet, my butt and pussy throbbing and aching, but in a good way. "Thanks, I think I will."
"I do apologize for tonight. Our regular dominatrix was unavailable for our initiation proceeding, and we thought it best to keep you 'in the dark' as it were" he said, "I hope you didn't mind."
"Not at all, it was interesting", I said. "VERY interesting".
"You are of course bound by your oath not to say anything about what went on here tonight, so I know I can count on you to remain silent" said the Master as he took off his vest.
I hadn't noticed him until now, and I had wondered why the Master kept to the background while all the fucking and sucking was going on around him.
That's when he took off his mask so I could see him. The face was familiar, but only vaguely so. Where did I know him from?
"It's Paul. Paul Stephens. Well, really, it's Paul Stansfield. They made me change my name when we started this little bureau inside the bureau as it were.

Shit.
After all this time...
Dagger!