Thursday, January 20, 2011
Bisexual Barbies and Linkage Galore!
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Tuesday, January 18, 2011
McLua 2 Jailbait Temptations
I had started that post last night, fell asleep, woke uup with my computer still on so ended abruptly.
Anyway to continue.. the other night was weird. I came home and the brat 18 year old was in a chair watching a movie. Every other night she'd been home she wore normal clothes with her red robe over it. Today was the one day this past week she didn't go out and do something and today was the one day that she wore something different. She has on this thing that I'm going to call a tunic. I'm probably wrong but girls fashion is... complicated. It was cut kinda like this. http://styletips101.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/bebe-tunic.jpg. When she stood up straight the bottom hem line barely hit her wrist. It looked a little lolita, black with white lace sewn all over it. She also wasn't wearing pants. She had on these black pantyhose. I'll admit that got my attention. They were solid black all but in the best places. They stretched just enough around the side of her thighs to let milky white pale skin peak through.
Delightful scenary yes but I was much more interested in microwaving dinner. Funny thing was I kept watching her peak up at me. There were a few times this last week where she came downstairs in the middle of the night and just to say hi, or get a glass of water. I really didn't think anything of it. After all. She had a boyfriend. I should know better I guess, some people have husbands. ::stares at Molly, then someone else and you know damn well who you are, then his ex::
Dinners in the microwave and I make myself a cuba libra. She had said hi and asked about work and such, something she normally doesn't do. Wanted to point that out before I mention what she said next. "This movie has a lot of nudey scenes in it." I almost miss cut my lime wedge. That's not a euphanism. I had said there's worse things in a movie letting it go. She jumped up and I heard the pitter patter of footsteps while she came up behind me "Is that bacardi? Can I have some?" Little booze hound was just like her mother. Her mother said one night that drinking was ok, another it wasn't, so hell if I knew. "I'm not going to say yes and have your mother get pissed at me. I'll leave it out though in case I want another, if some goes missing in between I wont notice." I thought it was a safe enough answer.
The beep told me my pizza rolls were ready. I sit down on the couch furthest from the chair she was in, rather then returning to the chair she sat down right fucking next to me with a drink of her own. I'm doing everything in my power to not stare at her. She started asking about my relationship status, what kind of girls I like, how she thinks my job is really interesting, etc. All the time I was thinking about 5 very important words.
DON'T EAT WHERE YOU SHIT.
I mentally recited my mantra, ate my pizza rolls, drank my drink, did my best to keep my eyes off her and her legs. She was a mouthy brat, one I was tempted to discipline. It seemed clear she was open to exploring the possibility but with my housemate and her mother upstairs, not to mention my own situation, it'd of been a bad idea to waste any dick on her. She had a butter face anyway. My cousin says he never has a problem with that because you don't fuck the face, but it matters to me.
Anyway to continue.. the other night was weird. I came home and the brat 18 year old was in a chair watching a movie. Every other night she'd been home she wore normal clothes with her red robe over it. Today was the one day this past week she didn't go out and do something and today was the one day that she wore something different. She has on this thing that I'm going to call a tunic. I'm probably wrong but girls fashion is... complicated. It was cut kinda like this. http://styletips101.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/bebe-tunic.jpg. When she stood up straight the bottom hem line barely hit her wrist. It looked a little lolita, black with white lace sewn all over it. She also wasn't wearing pants. She had on these black pantyhose. I'll admit that got my attention. They were solid black all but in the best places. They stretched just enough around the side of her thighs to let milky white pale skin peak through.
Delightful scenary yes but I was much more interested in microwaving dinner. Funny thing was I kept watching her peak up at me. There were a few times this last week where she came downstairs in the middle of the night and just to say hi, or get a glass of water. I really didn't think anything of it. After all. She had a boyfriend. I should know better I guess, some people have husbands. ::stares at Molly, then someone else and you know damn well who you are, then his ex::
Dinners in the microwave and I make myself a cuba libra. She had said hi and asked about work and such, something she normally doesn't do. Wanted to point that out before I mention what she said next. "This movie has a lot of nudey scenes in it." I almost miss cut my lime wedge. That's not a euphanism. I had said there's worse things in a movie letting it go. She jumped up and I heard the pitter patter of footsteps while she came up behind me "Is that bacardi? Can I have some?" Little booze hound was just like her mother. Her mother said one night that drinking was ok, another it wasn't, so hell if I knew. "I'm not going to say yes and have your mother get pissed at me. I'll leave it out though in case I want another, if some goes missing in between I wont notice." I thought it was a safe enough answer.
The beep told me my pizza rolls were ready. I sit down on the couch furthest from the chair she was in, rather then returning to the chair she sat down right fucking next to me with a drink of her own. I'm doing everything in my power to not stare at her. She started asking about my relationship status, what kind of girls I like, how she thinks my job is really interesting, etc. All the time I was thinking about 5 very important words.
DON'T EAT WHERE YOU SHIT.
I mentally recited my mantra, ate my pizza rolls, drank my drink, did my best to keep my eyes off her and her legs. She was a mouthy brat, one I was tempted to discipline. It seemed clear she was open to exploring the possibility but with my housemate and her mother upstairs, not to mention my own situation, it'd of been a bad idea to waste any dick on her. She had a butter face anyway. My cousin says he never has a problem with that because you don't fuck the face, but it matters to me.
Chaos again, try the new McLua
I might have to turn in my man card for this but it was fucking delicious. Vanilla McDonalds shake meets several shots of hazlenut Kahlua. I give you, the McLua! Yummy yummy yummy.
I was in the drive through and was thinking I wanted to get tipsy but wanted something sweet. I'd often thought fast food places should sell booze when I remember I had a full bar at home. God it was delicious.
I'm on my 3rd court case so far this month so time is short, stress is high, not sure I'll get a good quality post daily.
My housemate's 18 year old daughter is home from college for a little while. Her boyfriend was staying over and for the most part she avoided me and clung to his side. I don't blame her at all of course, some big weird guy living with her mom, it'd throw most off I'm sure. Was all the same to me, she's an ungrateful spoiled brat and hearing her talk and her lack of respect really pissed me off.
I'd continue.. but been up way too late.. time for bed for now.
I was in the drive through and was thinking I wanted to get tipsy but wanted something sweet. I'd often thought fast food places should sell booze when I remember I had a full bar at home. God it was delicious.
I'm on my 3rd court case so far this month so time is short, stress is high, not sure I'll get a good quality post daily.
My housemate's 18 year old daughter is home from college for a little while. Her boyfriend was staying over and for the most part she avoided me and clung to his side. I don't blame her at all of course, some big weird guy living with her mom, it'd throw most off I'm sure. Was all the same to me, she's an ungrateful spoiled brat and hearing her talk and her lack of respect really pissed me off.
I'd continue.. but been up way too late.. time for bed for now.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Double your pleasure, double your fun
Please I hope someone can tell me. Why do I constantly need to agree to continue to read an adult themed blog when it's my own damn blog and I'm already signed on!
For those of you holding out for the next Mick and Molly, it's coming. I like the idea and the way I want to write it and I want to do it right, so waiting til I have the time to make it awesome.
I've got a double header releasing today. First a new one, and second is a continuation of Kelly the Waitress, at the wonderful KellyRed's request of course. In this first one I tried something I haven't done in a long time. I'm sure you'll see what it is. Let me know if you like it.
MEEP MEEP MEEP MEEP
I rolled over. Every morning it comes and every morning I’m surprised at how loud it is. I sit up and wait for the world to make sense.
MEEP MEEP MEEP MEEP
I murmured to myself and stretched my arms, cracked my neck, then my knuckles. A big yawn before standing.
MEEP MEEP ME- click
I kinda staggered to the door but managed, still trying to blink myself awake. Left turn. Push on the door. Shut it behind me. I tug at my waist band shift my legs and my boxers his my feet. I step out. Left hand on the wall. Right hand on myself. A few moments later I pressed the toilet handle. Turned around and opened the shower door, turned the handle and waited.
I heard the alarm stop. Master was finally awake. I smiled big and pressed the button on the coffee pot. I waited a few minutes, killing time, hears like a cat waiting for audible clues. I put a bottle of water in the fridge, took out the butter and put it on the table. By the time you got to both they’d be the just right temperature for you I hope. I heard the shower turn on and rushed to my room. I tried to go slow while taking off my clothes, trying to stall for time. I went to my little mirror and checked my hair, brushing it once. I stepped back out into the hall. I stood naked in front of the bathroom door and listened. And waited. And listened.
I stepped under the flowing water. I propped myself up against the shower wall and let the water hit me. After a couple of minutes I stood up straight and let the water wash over my face.
Knock Knock
I ran my hand through my hair “Yes?”
“Master? Can I come in? Please?”
I nodded. “mhmm”. The door never opened. There were a few more knocks “I said yes!” I realized I didn’t but fuck it.
I reached for the soap, started moving the suds over my chest and stomach when you opened the door. I looked through the glass door at you, naked. You leaned back on the sink counter and smiled.
“Was just wondering if there was anything I could do for you Master.” I bit my lip and put my hand on my knee, dragging it up my thigh and pausing just before touching my sex. I lingered with my hand there a moment, and then moved higher. “Anything at all?” Even just standing in the shower I wanted you. I wanted to please you, I wanted you to take me. Make me do something I didn’t want to do.
You pushed the shower door open. I stepped inside and looked up at you. Your always so hard to read I
grabbed your throat and held you against the shower wall. I leaned in and kissed your shoulder, dragging my lips along to the base of your neck, pausing frequently to bite. I love the taste of your skin, and the sound you make when I leave teeth marks in it. I kiss up your cheek and to your ear. “You were waiting outside again weren’t you?”
You shook your head yes the best your could with an unmistakable blush glowing on your cheek. I pull down on your body. I can feel you resisting at first but then you give in, sliding down the wall. You quickly adjust your legs, desperate not to fall. Your ass finally touches ground. You seem to be waiting for permission.
“I didn’t put you down there just to fucking look at it.” I nodded my head “Yes Master.” My ands moves up the back of your legs and I started by kissing your sack, and then running my tongue along the side of your shaft from base to tip. My right hand left your leg and I moved it around your firm pole. I looked up at you, fueled only by your enjoyment, and stroked your length slowly. Droplets had been falling all over me, but the full stream hit when I pushed you into my mouth and slid down, holding you in my mouth and sucking softly. A quiet moan of delight I hoped would send good feelings through your meat.
I closed my eyes and felt you pulling back, moving to my tip. You paused there and kept sucking on it. You knew how sensitive that spot was and what it does when you move your soft tongue just behind the swollen purple head. You stayed there for some time. Until I got frustrated anyway. I cradled the back of your head in my hand and stepped forward pushing my hips forward. My hand was sandwiched between your head and the hard tile and I heard a shrill of panic when I drove my cock deeper into your mouth. Your movements got hurried. You went to pull away but my hand was there. I heard hot ragged breathes.
I couldn’t breath. I was stuck with your cock in my mouth and was panicking. I opened my mouth wide and gasped, but only inhaled water. I started tapping your leg, nothing. I let out the loudest wine I could. Were you not letting me go? I tried to be good. I kept rocking my head back and forth. I sucked as hard as I could. I needed air. I took a risk,
“What the fuck have I told you about using your teeth!” I pulled out of you and smacked you hard across your face. I loved hearing the loud crack of hand on flesh echoing in that tight place. “But Master I cou-” No excuses. My cock got shoved back into your mouth. You didn’t actually bite it, more like barely touched, kinda felt exciting actually, but so much more fun the way I did it. I’ll take most excuses to hurt you. I rolled my head from one shoulder to another while feeding you my manhood.
I got a good breath in and was back at it. I worked it the best I could. It was so exciting feeling the water on my face while I sucked you. Each time you moaned a shiver went through me that made me go faster, banging my head against your hand when I moved back, occasionally leaning back against your hand while you fucked my mouth, calling me your slut, your whore, the word I paid attention to each time though was that I was yours.
“Are you ready mine?” You answered with a moan. I pulled from your mouth and you gripped my shaft again, squeezing hard and stroking just over your face. You close your eyes when I release and I can see ropes of thick white landing on and clinging to your face. You looked up and smiled, first wiping me from off your face, and then licking it off your fingers. As soon as you were done you closed your mouth around me, just to make sure you got it all. I gave you permission to touch yourself after you asked, and spent the rest of my shower on the ground doing so.
Kelly The Waitress continued
Kelly nodded. She trusted Nat but she didn’t think she should change for anyone, especially not anyone in these parts. She got the drinks together on her tray and waltzed back to the table in her own sweet time. She placed the two Pepsi’s in front of Skinny and Big Tits. While she reached out over the table to place the water in front of Slut it was unavoidable to hold her tits momentarily in front of Black Jackets face. A feeling crept up her spine that she was being stared at and looked back. How dare he! Sure some people glanced but he wasn’t even trying to hide his interest gaze. Who did he think he was? She stood back up and slammed the his precious fucking Guinness on the table and looked down at him and in the bitchiest way she could without sounding bitchy announced “I hope you enjoy that” and turned to storm off.
She didn’t make it but two steps. “You forgot to open it.” She whipped back around “What did you say?” She was sure he said something giving her just cause to scold his behavior. She was sure until his repeated words registered correctly. “I said you forgot to open it. The beer.” She stared at the bottle. Black Jacket never looked away while he reached over to the bottle of Dasani and cracked the seal, handing it back to Slut who only then even touched the bottle. “The cap doesn’t twist off.”
It hit her after her anger subsided. “Oh” She nearly blushed, but fought for control. She walked back and took the bottle feeling like an idiot. Completely on auto pilot she let it slip “I’m sorry.” Before she had time to process what she said he spoke again “No one can blame you, you’re still learning.” A swift head turn later had Kelly trying to make his head explode. When his head didn’t explode she chewed on her bottom lip, something she always did when she was trying not to yell. How did he know she was still in training? She was nearly out of it and she didn’t make any big mistakes. Just before pushing a hole through her lip he winked. ‘Oh my god how long have I been staring at him.’ Trying to run away she turned again “In a glass too Kelly.” His words made her body clench with frustration. Not giving him another opportunity to she let out another automatic phrase “Yes Sir.” Confident she was home free two words struck her that she couldn’t of heard correctly “Good girl.” There was no way that’s what was said so she didn’t dare ask.
The frustrated girl opened the bottle and leaned on the bar taking several deep breaths. Nat walked by and laughed “You like him don’t you?” An attack on all sides tonight “What?” The bartender grinned from ear to ear “You sooo do.” “Do not! He’s an jerk!” Nat shook her head “You like him. Don’t keep him waiting, you got that beer like fifteen minutes ago.” Ah shit. She grabbed a glass on her way back.
She was trying to figure out why Nat had said what she said. Did she something in her Kelly missed herself? Couldn’t be, Nat was just messing with her head. Or was she? Regardless she placed the bottle and glass on the table and tried to escape as soon as she had arrived. Even before she turned he spoke “Pour it for me.” It wasn’t a request. There was no question to respond to, nor a request which could be declined. It was at this point she realized everyone else at the table fell quiet whenever she approached. They were staring at her with hungry eyes, waiting for Black Jacket to torture her more. Kelly gave in just so she could get out of there. The table remained silent, all four of them openly staring, watching her pour the dark liquid in the clear glass. Her cheeks burned as she was inspected. After she put the glass in front of him she searched her mind for something to say, preferably something to egg him on. He spoke first though. “Well done. Kayla’s onion rings should be done by now.” Kelly wanted to scream again but she couldn’t. This time he really did have the upper hand. “Uhm.. Actually.” She wanted to hide before giving in. “I’m sorry, I forgot to tell our cook. It’ll be awhile longer.” She was sure she’d opened herself up to more torment. There was no way this prick would let it go. When she was brave enough to see his reaction she looked up. Black Jacket just smiled “It’s alright, we’ll wait.” A wave of relief passed over her. “Thank you for understanding I’ll get them out to you as soon as I can.” Kelly made it halfway to the kitchen before stopping. Wait. Did she just thank him? Both of her hands grabbed a chunk of her hair and pulled. She just didn’t understand.
For those of you holding out for the next Mick and Molly, it's coming. I like the idea and the way I want to write it and I want to do it right, so waiting til I have the time to make it awesome.
I've got a double header releasing today. First a new one, and second is a continuation of Kelly the Waitress, at the wonderful KellyRed's request of course. In this first one I tried something I haven't done in a long time. I'm sure you'll see what it is. Let me know if you like it.
MEEP MEEP MEEP MEEP
I rolled over. Every morning it comes and every morning I’m surprised at how loud it is. I sit up and wait for the world to make sense.
MEEP MEEP MEEP MEEP
I murmured to myself and stretched my arms, cracked my neck, then my knuckles. A big yawn before standing.
MEEP MEEP ME- click
I kinda staggered to the door but managed, still trying to blink myself awake. Left turn. Push on the door. Shut it behind me. I tug at my waist band shift my legs and my boxers his my feet. I step out. Left hand on the wall. Right hand on myself. A few moments later I pressed the toilet handle. Turned around and opened the shower door, turned the handle and waited.
I heard the alarm stop. Master was finally awake. I smiled big and pressed the button on the coffee pot. I waited a few minutes, killing time, hears like a cat waiting for audible clues. I put a bottle of water in the fridge, took out the butter and put it on the table. By the time you got to both they’d be the just right temperature for you I hope. I heard the shower turn on and rushed to my room. I tried to go slow while taking off my clothes, trying to stall for time. I went to my little mirror and checked my hair, brushing it once. I stepped back out into the hall. I stood naked in front of the bathroom door and listened. And waited. And listened.
I stepped under the flowing water. I propped myself up against the shower wall and let the water hit me. After a couple of minutes I stood up straight and let the water wash over my face.
Knock Knock
I ran my hand through my hair “Yes?”
“Master? Can I come in? Please?”
I nodded. “mhmm”. The door never opened. There were a few more knocks “I said yes!” I realized I didn’t but fuck it.
I reached for the soap, started moving the suds over my chest and stomach when you opened the door. I looked through the glass door at you, naked. You leaned back on the sink counter and smiled.
“Was just wondering if there was anything I could do for you Master.” I bit my lip and put my hand on my knee, dragging it up my thigh and pausing just before touching my sex. I lingered with my hand there a moment, and then moved higher. “Anything at all?” Even just standing in the shower I wanted you. I wanted to please you, I wanted you to take me. Make me do something I didn’t want to do.
You pushed the shower door open. I stepped inside and looked up at you. Your always so hard to read I
grabbed your throat and held you against the shower wall. I leaned in and kissed your shoulder, dragging my lips along to the base of your neck, pausing frequently to bite. I love the taste of your skin, and the sound you make when I leave teeth marks in it. I kiss up your cheek and to your ear. “You were waiting outside again weren’t you?”
You shook your head yes the best your could with an unmistakable blush glowing on your cheek. I pull down on your body. I can feel you resisting at first but then you give in, sliding down the wall. You quickly adjust your legs, desperate not to fall. Your ass finally touches ground. You seem to be waiting for permission.
“I didn’t put you down there just to fucking look at it.” I nodded my head “Yes Master.” My ands moves up the back of your legs and I started by kissing your sack, and then running my tongue along the side of your shaft from base to tip. My right hand left your leg and I moved it around your firm pole. I looked up at you, fueled only by your enjoyment, and stroked your length slowly. Droplets had been falling all over me, but the full stream hit when I pushed you into my mouth and slid down, holding you in my mouth and sucking softly. A quiet moan of delight I hoped would send good feelings through your meat.
I closed my eyes and felt you pulling back, moving to my tip. You paused there and kept sucking on it. You knew how sensitive that spot was and what it does when you move your soft tongue just behind the swollen purple head. You stayed there for some time. Until I got frustrated anyway. I cradled the back of your head in my hand and stepped forward pushing my hips forward. My hand was sandwiched between your head and the hard tile and I heard a shrill of panic when I drove my cock deeper into your mouth. Your movements got hurried. You went to pull away but my hand was there. I heard hot ragged breathes.
I couldn’t breath. I was stuck with your cock in my mouth and was panicking. I opened my mouth wide and gasped, but only inhaled water. I started tapping your leg, nothing. I let out the loudest wine I could. Were you not letting me go? I tried to be good. I kept rocking my head back and forth. I sucked as hard as I could. I needed air. I took a risk,
“What the fuck have I told you about using your teeth!” I pulled out of you and smacked you hard across your face. I loved hearing the loud crack of hand on flesh echoing in that tight place. “But Master I cou-” No excuses. My cock got shoved back into your mouth. You didn’t actually bite it, more like barely touched, kinda felt exciting actually, but so much more fun the way I did it. I’ll take most excuses to hurt you. I rolled my head from one shoulder to another while feeding you my manhood.
I got a good breath in and was back at it. I worked it the best I could. It was so exciting feeling the water on my face while I sucked you. Each time you moaned a shiver went through me that made me go faster, banging my head against your hand when I moved back, occasionally leaning back against your hand while you fucked my mouth, calling me your slut, your whore, the word I paid attention to each time though was that I was yours.
“Are you ready mine?” You answered with a moan. I pulled from your mouth and you gripped my shaft again, squeezing hard and stroking just over your face. You close your eyes when I release and I can see ropes of thick white landing on and clinging to your face. You looked up and smiled, first wiping me from off your face, and then licking it off your fingers. As soon as you were done you closed your mouth around me, just to make sure you got it all. I gave you permission to touch yourself after you asked, and spent the rest of my shower on the ground doing so.
Kelly The Waitress continued
Kelly nodded. She trusted Nat but she didn’t think she should change for anyone, especially not anyone in these parts. She got the drinks together on her tray and waltzed back to the table in her own sweet time. She placed the two Pepsi’s in front of Skinny and Big Tits. While she reached out over the table to place the water in front of Slut it was unavoidable to hold her tits momentarily in front of Black Jackets face. A feeling crept up her spine that she was being stared at and looked back. How dare he! Sure some people glanced but he wasn’t even trying to hide his interest gaze. Who did he think he was? She stood back up and slammed the his precious fucking Guinness on the table and looked down at him and in the bitchiest way she could without sounding bitchy announced “I hope you enjoy that” and turned to storm off.
She didn’t make it but two steps. “You forgot to open it.” She whipped back around “What did you say?” She was sure he said something giving her just cause to scold his behavior. She was sure until his repeated words registered correctly. “I said you forgot to open it. The beer.” She stared at the bottle. Black Jacket never looked away while he reached over to the bottle of Dasani and cracked the seal, handing it back to Slut who only then even touched the bottle. “The cap doesn’t twist off.”
It hit her after her anger subsided. “Oh” She nearly blushed, but fought for control. She walked back and took the bottle feeling like an idiot. Completely on auto pilot she let it slip “I’m sorry.” Before she had time to process what she said he spoke again “No one can blame you, you’re still learning.” A swift head turn later had Kelly trying to make his head explode. When his head didn’t explode she chewed on her bottom lip, something she always did when she was trying not to yell. How did he know she was still in training? She was nearly out of it and she didn’t make any big mistakes. Just before pushing a hole through her lip he winked. ‘Oh my god how long have I been staring at him.’ Trying to run away she turned again “In a glass too Kelly.” His words made her body clench with frustration. Not giving him another opportunity to she let out another automatic phrase “Yes Sir.” Confident she was home free two words struck her that she couldn’t of heard correctly “Good girl.” There was no way that’s what was said so she didn’t dare ask.
The frustrated girl opened the bottle and leaned on the bar taking several deep breaths. Nat walked by and laughed “You like him don’t you?” An attack on all sides tonight “What?” The bartender grinned from ear to ear “You sooo do.” “Do not! He’s an jerk!” Nat shook her head “You like him. Don’t keep him waiting, you got that beer like fifteen minutes ago.” Ah shit. She grabbed a glass on her way back.
She was trying to figure out why Nat had said what she said. Did she something in her Kelly missed herself? Couldn’t be, Nat was just messing with her head. Or was she? Regardless she placed the bottle and glass on the table and tried to escape as soon as she had arrived. Even before she turned he spoke “Pour it for me.” It wasn’t a request. There was no question to respond to, nor a request which could be declined. It was at this point she realized everyone else at the table fell quiet whenever she approached. They were staring at her with hungry eyes, waiting for Black Jacket to torture her more. Kelly gave in just so she could get out of there. The table remained silent, all four of them openly staring, watching her pour the dark liquid in the clear glass. Her cheeks burned as she was inspected. After she put the glass in front of him she searched her mind for something to say, preferably something to egg him on. He spoke first though. “Well done. Kayla’s onion rings should be done by now.” Kelly wanted to scream again but she couldn’t. This time he really did have the upper hand. “Uhm.. Actually.” She wanted to hide before giving in. “I’m sorry, I forgot to tell our cook. It’ll be awhile longer.” She was sure she’d opened herself up to more torment. There was no way this prick would let it go. When she was brave enough to see his reaction she looked up. Black Jacket just smiled “It’s alright, we’ll wait.” A wave of relief passed over her. “Thank you for understanding I’ll get them out to you as soon as I can.” Kelly made it halfway to the kitchen before stopping. Wait. Did she just thank him? Both of her hands grabbed a chunk of her hair and pulled. She just didn’t understand.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Kelly The Waitress
I wanted to share about something that happens to me a lot, and of course wanted to through story. However something I'm noticing is I'm 2/3rds the way in to page 1 and this one may actually contain no sex. I started it now but need to be getting ready for work. I'll leave this up for now and if people are intrigued leave a comment and I'll continue it after work. If your bored like I think you will be please for fucks sake tell me. I've got plenty of other ideas. So again, please leave a comment saying either continue or bored and I'll take it from there. Feel free to say where you think/want it to go as well. No hurt feelings, promise.
Kelly cleared the table of empty beer bottles and glasses, gave it a quick wipe down, pocketed the tip that was left for her and continued on to the next. She had moved from the city to what she called Hickville to accommodate her boyfriends job. It was a great promotion for him but as far as she was concerned they had moved to the very end point before civilization ceased to be completely. Maybe just a little past that.
Two couples walked in together and were promptly seated at a semi circle booth. Kelly almost groaned. She took this job to kill time and collect some extra spending money, and not to actually work. The other 15 or so people in the bar she didn’t mind much, they were too interested in the game to warrant speaking with. Just bring them more beer and walk away. This job wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t for the customers.
She approached the table and quickly came up with temporary names to identify all the people sitting there. Skinny in the green shirt, clearly together with Big Tits. Next to her was Slut who was hanging on the arm of Black Coat. She took a deep breath and forced a smile “Well hi there. Welcome to the Marsh Pit bar and grill, my name is Kelly and I’ll be serving you this evening.” The two girls looked at each other and giggled while the men just grinned. It must be an inside joke. “How about a couple drinks to start everyone off with.” She turned to Skinny.
“Yeah I’ll take a Pepsi.” Big Tits looked up ”Me too.” She turned to Skinny “Oh and I want onion rings” then to Black Jacket “That’s ok right?” He shrugged and she looked back to Kelly “We’ll have a starter of onion rings.” Kelly smiled and turned to Slut. Just as it looked like she was going to speak Black Jacket did instead. “She’ll have a Dasani and I’ll have a Guinness.” Kelly eyed Slut for a little longer then a moment before saying anything. “I’m sorry, but we don’t actually serve Guinness here.” Without a seconds passing and while still looking at the menu he replied “Yes you do. It’s in the same fridge the bar tender keeps the cream in.” She glared at him with razor sharp invisible daggers. He finally looked up at her “Yes?” she shook herself out of the death stare. “I’ll just go double check that for you.”
She walked away to a chorus of slight laughter. Damn near stomping she walked behind the bar and opened the fridge eager to prove him wrong. There on the bottom shelf to the right sat two six pack bottles of Guinness, one of them being half gone. The bastard. She reluctantly retrieved a bottle and closed the fridge door. She still running her finger across the cold bottle she approached the bartender who looked after her. “Uhm.. How did my customer know we kept Guinness back here when I didn’t?” The bartender looked up and out at the tables until he saw who she meant. “Oh lucky you. He’s a friend of Rick.” Kelly stammered “Wait.. Rick Rick? The owner.” The bartender laughed and said “Yup, as in, your boss. Rumor is Rick actually owes him a good chunk of change. I strongly suggest you don’t fuck this up.”
Kelly cleared the table of empty beer bottles and glasses, gave it a quick wipe down, pocketed the tip that was left for her and continued on to the next. She had moved from the city to what she called Hickville to accommodate her boyfriends job. It was a great promotion for him but as far as she was concerned they had moved to the very end point before civilization ceased to be completely. Maybe just a little past that.
Two couples walked in together and were promptly seated at a semi circle booth. Kelly almost groaned. She took this job to kill time and collect some extra spending money, and not to actually work. The other 15 or so people in the bar she didn’t mind much, they were too interested in the game to warrant speaking with. Just bring them more beer and walk away. This job wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t for the customers.
She approached the table and quickly came up with temporary names to identify all the people sitting there. Skinny in the green shirt, clearly together with Big Tits. Next to her was Slut who was hanging on the arm of Black Coat. She took a deep breath and forced a smile “Well hi there. Welcome to the Marsh Pit bar and grill, my name is Kelly and I’ll be serving you this evening.” The two girls looked at each other and giggled while the men just grinned. It must be an inside joke. “How about a couple drinks to start everyone off with.” She turned to Skinny.
“Yeah I’ll take a Pepsi.” Big Tits looked up ”Me too.” She turned to Skinny “Oh and I want onion rings” then to Black Jacket “That’s ok right?” He shrugged and she looked back to Kelly “We’ll have a starter of onion rings.” Kelly smiled and turned to Slut. Just as it looked like she was going to speak Black Jacket did instead. “She’ll have a Dasani and I’ll have a Guinness.” Kelly eyed Slut for a little longer then a moment before saying anything. “I’m sorry, but we don’t actually serve Guinness here.” Without a seconds passing and while still looking at the menu he replied “Yes you do. It’s in the same fridge the bar tender keeps the cream in.” She glared at him with razor sharp invisible daggers. He finally looked up at her “Yes?” she shook herself out of the death stare. “I’ll just go double check that for you.”
She walked away to a chorus of slight laughter. Damn near stomping she walked behind the bar and opened the fridge eager to prove him wrong. There on the bottom shelf to the right sat two six pack bottles of Guinness, one of them being half gone. The bastard. She reluctantly retrieved a bottle and closed the fridge door. She still running her finger across the cold bottle she approached the bartender who looked after her. “Uhm.. How did my customer know we kept Guinness back here when I didn’t?” The bartender looked up and out at the tables until he saw who she meant. “Oh lucky you. He’s a friend of Rick.” Kelly stammered “Wait.. Rick Rick? The owner.” The bartender laughed and said “Yup, as in, your boss. Rumor is Rick actually owes him a good chunk of change. I strongly suggest you don’t fuck this up.”
Just Some Chaos
It's Saturday and work ran late, not too much in a writing mood but I do have a few story ideas in mind so stay tuned.
If I can figure out how to make a poll I will just after pressing the publish button.
So yesterday I took my Grandma down to Fremont. She moved up here 3 years ago after Grandpa went. She'd lived down there for 40+ years and hadn't seen any of her friends in well over a year so I spent the day with her visiting old friends. I love her but sometimes she scares me. She goes for the passenger seat after we're done and puts down the pillow that she normally sits on "Better put that down for added protection. I think I'm ok but sometimes I really just don't know until I get home and we don't want to leave a mess on your new car." Terrifying.
Anyway I get her back home. My Mom then calls obviously in distress. She chipped her tooth that morning and went all quiet "I just.. I just need.. help" damn near in tears. She just wanted me to pick up my sister from her nursing school who had agreed to care for her rather then going to work after class. On the ride home my sister (after grilling me for updates on any relationships I may be involved in) shared about a police scare she had last night. Her friends had gone out and got high. I assumed it was pot, and she said it wasn't, but wouldn't tell me what because I was obviously unhappy. When I did walk in to my Moms place I was initially worried because of how she sounded. Janine then said "Oh she's just stoned" Excuse me? What the hell? Turns out she's been taken vicodin all day long that my other sister gave her. They've also started smoking indoors. At first it was just on the porch, then just in their bedrooms, now it's no problem smoking in the living room. Being an asthmatic I couldn't stay long. Janine had no problem lighting a cigarette while I was there, 3 feet away. Was happy to go home.
This was way too much to learn in one afternoon. I love me family, but am I really so wrong for not wanting to go to her wedding in a month? Which will be the 1 year and 5 day mark of their first date? This particular post might just be for me venting.
If I can figure out how to make a poll I will just after pressing the publish button.
So yesterday I took my Grandma down to Fremont. She moved up here 3 years ago after Grandpa went. She'd lived down there for 40+ years and hadn't seen any of her friends in well over a year so I spent the day with her visiting old friends. I love her but sometimes she scares me. She goes for the passenger seat after we're done and puts down the pillow that she normally sits on "Better put that down for added protection. I think I'm ok but sometimes I really just don't know until I get home and we don't want to leave a mess on your new car." Terrifying.
Anyway I get her back home. My Mom then calls obviously in distress. She chipped her tooth that morning and went all quiet "I just.. I just need.. help" damn near in tears. She just wanted me to pick up my sister from her nursing school who had agreed to care for her rather then going to work after class. On the ride home my sister (after grilling me for updates on any relationships I may be involved in) shared about a police scare she had last night. Her friends had gone out and got high. I assumed it was pot, and she said it wasn't, but wouldn't tell me what because I was obviously unhappy. When I did walk in to my Moms place I was initially worried because of how she sounded. Janine then said "Oh she's just stoned" Excuse me? What the hell? Turns out she's been taken vicodin all day long that my other sister gave her. They've also started smoking indoors. At first it was just on the porch, then just in their bedrooms, now it's no problem smoking in the living room. Being an asthmatic I couldn't stay long. Janine had no problem lighting a cigarette while I was there, 3 feet away. Was happy to go home.
This was way too much to learn in one afternoon. I love me family, but am I really so wrong for not wanting to go to her wedding in a month? Which will be the 1 year and 5 day mark of their first date? This particular post might just be for me venting.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Someones elses cock, the continued adventures of Mick and Molly
Yeah I'm a little late with this one, but I was worried it'd be too unappealing to the holders of these character likeness rights and wanted to double check with them. Since SOME people actually sleep at all hours of the night and wake up while I'm asleep, the post is a few hours behind. I wanted to try something knew and wanted to create a nameless character "He" or "Him". Hopefully that makes more sense when you read this. I did take some inspiration from another awesome blog though, particularly this post --> Strap on Fun. After reading that I just knew there had to be a way to amplify it. So I did. Would love to hear of someone actually doing this. Enjoy.
Molly leaned forward and held the sun visor steady with her left hand. Her right carefully slid the crimson lip stick across her full lips. Her lips moved in the visor mirror, checking that she didn’t miss a spot.
“Slave sometimes I wonder why I bother, it never stays on long. Do you think men ever get tired of wearing my make up on their cock?” She grinned and looked to Mick.
“Considering how it gets there, I don’t think so Mistress.” Mick continued to focus on the road, staying silent while his wife made more last minute adjustments, wanting to be perfect for the man she’ll be pleasing tonight. He kept his eyes on the road and tried not to interrupt her ritual. Eventually he can’t help but inquire. “Do you have any idea what his plans are tonight Mistress?” She just turned to her slave husband and smiled. Mick returned his attention to the road.
The car was parked on the curb. Mick stepped out and opened the door for his owner. She was exceptional as always but not for him. They got to the door to be greeted by Him. He smiled and stepped out onto the front porch and toe to toe to Molly. Those crimson lips grinned while she looked up at Him. His arm moved around her lower back, and then dropped it to her ass. He gave it a firm squeeze and pulled her body tight enough to feel her tits pressed up against his chest. The other hand moved to her hair gripping ropes of hair. He lowered to her neck and kissed softly on her skin, and then kissed again higher, on her cheek and whispers loud enough for Mick to hear “You smell amazing.”
They stood there and kissed for several minutes. It was still light out, people were working on their yard, kids were playing in the streets, someone was walking their dog. All the while He was kissing Molly in front of her husband. No one was paying more attention to their uninterested audience then Mick was. Did they know? Did they suspect? Every time someone glanced that way he was certain they must know exactly what was happening.
After He was satisfied He escorted Mick and Molly inside. Molly and Him of course immediately took place on His couch. She was brought to His lap and His hands wasted no time rediscovering her body. Mick took to the cupboards and selected a bottle of wine, he did so quietly so as to not disturb his wife. Molly was much to busy grinding herself across His thigh to notice the filled glasses placed on the coffee table. Her sweater was already pulled up and His teeth were clenching her nipple. Her fingernails drove into His shoulders when the pain shook through her body.
He knew the answer before he asked “Do you want to suck on me slut?” Molly nodded and immediately dropped one hand from His shoulder, raking over His chest and down into His lap. He kissed her again. He gripped her wrist and stopped her “Did you want to feel me inside your slit?” Another question unnecessary to ask but He did anyway, and Molly of course was only to happy to answer. Her hand strained for His pants again. He grinned and kissed her cheek again “I can give you both.” This caught Molly just slightly off guard, she sat back waiting for her lover to explain. Instead He stood. As He walked away He glanced to the nearly forgotten Mick “If you want to fuck my woman, you’ll need to take off your pants.”
He took something from the hall closet, on His return the slave was already working on his cock cage “Leave it, I only said your pants.” He places the box on the table and began opening it. “If she wanted the cock she was married to she wouldn’t be here would she?” Molly had stood to see what the box held, wrapping her arm around His waist and placed her hand on His bulge and gave a pleading squeeze. Mick just looked to the floor. A kiss was placed on Molly’s head “I got this special kit last week, and made something for you. Well, for Mick. For you.”
She looked up “Oh?” and He nodded. “It’s a kit to make a dildo replica of someone’s cock.. Mine in fact.” He pulled it out and Molly immediately took it and grinned “It’s a perfect match!” He reached in the box and pulled out a harness. She looked at Him confused “For me?” He grinned and shook his head turning around. “For your bitch.” Molly’s eyes lit up like a second Christmas. In no time Molly had Mick wearing the strap on, with a perfect replica of her Lovers shaft protruding just above his still caged tool. “Cheer up Mick, now your wife can have a cock that satisfies her, and you can fuck her without that cumming thing you have a nasty habit of doing.”
“I want it” Molly just blurted out, staring at the thing. He grinned slapped her ass playfully. “Get on the table you hungry slut.” She did without hesitation and shed her clothes as soon as she could. She scooted to the edge of the table and spread her legs, His hand quickly moved over her sex, grinding hard with his hand over her mound. She grabbed His shirt collar and pulled Him close for a deep kiss. When their lips parted she spoke quietly “Let me have it.” He of course nodded and looked to her husband, certainly ashamed but how could he refuse. Her legs stayed wide while Mick gripped the only cock he could use and began rubbing the tip of it along her hungry sex.
While Mick was attempting to get used to the idea He moved to the other side of the table. Molly was intent on watching the sight of her husband using another mans cock on her. As it pushed into her He pushed her shoulder down, pinning tight He looked down at her “I did say we could do both now” Molly nodded and paused letting out an audible cooing noise, one hand moved to her clit swelling with excitement “It feels just like you..”
He reached for her thick hair and turned her head. His other hand released His belt and opened His jeans. He guided His length to her ruby lips and in turn she took no time to kiss along the bottom of it, and then lick back up to the swollen head. She let out another moan as Mick’s new cock was put to use. When her mouth opened He pulled and forced her mouth around Himself. She obeyed to the silent order and closed her mouth tight around the same tool moving in her pussy. Mick’s eyes were never taken off of the sight while he forced himself to continue. Her hair was pulled hard and she was forced far down His tool. She was dripping out over the impostor inside her with each thrust. “Spread her legs slave.” Mick of course obeyed. Dissatisfied He hooked His left arm behind Molly’s left leg and pulled hard, bringing that knee nearly to her shoulder. She let out a cry of discomfort into His meat, but it only excited Him more. The hand from the hooked arm gripped her breast on the same side and squeezed hard. His right hand held her in place by her hair while His hips moved, fucking her mouth.
Molly leaned forward and held the sun visor steady with her left hand. Her right carefully slid the crimson lip stick across her full lips. Her lips moved in the visor mirror, checking that she didn’t miss a spot.
“Slave sometimes I wonder why I bother, it never stays on long. Do you think men ever get tired of wearing my make up on their cock?” She grinned and looked to Mick.
“Considering how it gets there, I don’t think so Mistress.” Mick continued to focus on the road, staying silent while his wife made more last minute adjustments, wanting to be perfect for the man she’ll be pleasing tonight. He kept his eyes on the road and tried not to interrupt her ritual. Eventually he can’t help but inquire. “Do you have any idea what his plans are tonight Mistress?” She just turned to her slave husband and smiled. Mick returned his attention to the road.
The car was parked on the curb. Mick stepped out and opened the door for his owner. She was exceptional as always but not for him. They got to the door to be greeted by Him. He smiled and stepped out onto the front porch and toe to toe to Molly. Those crimson lips grinned while she looked up at Him. His arm moved around her lower back, and then dropped it to her ass. He gave it a firm squeeze and pulled her body tight enough to feel her tits pressed up against his chest. The other hand moved to her hair gripping ropes of hair. He lowered to her neck and kissed softly on her skin, and then kissed again higher, on her cheek and whispers loud enough for Mick to hear “You smell amazing.”
They stood there and kissed for several minutes. It was still light out, people were working on their yard, kids were playing in the streets, someone was walking their dog. All the while He was kissing Molly in front of her husband. No one was paying more attention to their uninterested audience then Mick was. Did they know? Did they suspect? Every time someone glanced that way he was certain they must know exactly what was happening.
After He was satisfied He escorted Mick and Molly inside. Molly and Him of course immediately took place on His couch. She was brought to His lap and His hands wasted no time rediscovering her body. Mick took to the cupboards and selected a bottle of wine, he did so quietly so as to not disturb his wife. Molly was much to busy grinding herself across His thigh to notice the filled glasses placed on the coffee table. Her sweater was already pulled up and His teeth were clenching her nipple. Her fingernails drove into His shoulders when the pain shook through her body.
He knew the answer before he asked “Do you want to suck on me slut?” Molly nodded and immediately dropped one hand from His shoulder, raking over His chest and down into His lap. He kissed her again. He gripped her wrist and stopped her “Did you want to feel me inside your slit?” Another question unnecessary to ask but He did anyway, and Molly of course was only to happy to answer. Her hand strained for His pants again. He grinned and kissed her cheek again “I can give you both.” This caught Molly just slightly off guard, she sat back waiting for her lover to explain. Instead He stood. As He walked away He glanced to the nearly forgotten Mick “If you want to fuck my woman, you’ll need to take off your pants.”
He took something from the hall closet, on His return the slave was already working on his cock cage “Leave it, I only said your pants.” He places the box on the table and began opening it. “If she wanted the cock she was married to she wouldn’t be here would she?” Molly had stood to see what the box held, wrapping her arm around His waist and placed her hand on His bulge and gave a pleading squeeze. Mick just looked to the floor. A kiss was placed on Molly’s head “I got this special kit last week, and made something for you. Well, for Mick. For you.”
She looked up “Oh?” and He nodded. “It’s a kit to make a dildo replica of someone’s cock.. Mine in fact.” He pulled it out and Molly immediately took it and grinned “It’s a perfect match!” He reached in the box and pulled out a harness. She looked at Him confused “For me?” He grinned and shook his head turning around. “For your bitch.” Molly’s eyes lit up like a second Christmas. In no time Molly had Mick wearing the strap on, with a perfect replica of her Lovers shaft protruding just above his still caged tool. “Cheer up Mick, now your wife can have a cock that satisfies her, and you can fuck her without that cumming thing you have a nasty habit of doing.”
“I want it” Molly just blurted out, staring at the thing. He grinned slapped her ass playfully. “Get on the table you hungry slut.” She did without hesitation and shed her clothes as soon as she could. She scooted to the edge of the table and spread her legs, His hand quickly moved over her sex, grinding hard with his hand over her mound. She grabbed His shirt collar and pulled Him close for a deep kiss. When their lips parted she spoke quietly “Let me have it.” He of course nodded and looked to her husband, certainly ashamed but how could he refuse. Her legs stayed wide while Mick gripped the only cock he could use and began rubbing the tip of it along her hungry sex.
While Mick was attempting to get used to the idea He moved to the other side of the table. Molly was intent on watching the sight of her husband using another mans cock on her. As it pushed into her He pushed her shoulder down, pinning tight He looked down at her “I did say we could do both now” Molly nodded and paused letting out an audible cooing noise, one hand moved to her clit swelling with excitement “It feels just like you..”
He reached for her thick hair and turned her head. His other hand released His belt and opened His jeans. He guided His length to her ruby lips and in turn she took no time to kiss along the bottom of it, and then lick back up to the swollen head. She let out another moan as Mick’s new cock was put to use. When her mouth opened He pulled and forced her mouth around Himself. She obeyed to the silent order and closed her mouth tight around the same tool moving in her pussy. Mick’s eyes were never taken off of the sight while he forced himself to continue. Her hair was pulled hard and she was forced far down His tool. She was dripping out over the impostor inside her with each thrust. “Spread her legs slave.” Mick of course obeyed. Dissatisfied He hooked His left arm behind Molly’s left leg and pulled hard, bringing that knee nearly to her shoulder. She let out a cry of discomfort into His meat, but it only excited Him more. The hand from the hooked arm gripped her breast on the same side and squeezed hard. His right hand held her in place by her hair while His hips moved, fucking her mouth.
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