Flashback – In the Booth

Normally I post these stories from my older previous page on Friday but somehow this week got away from me.

“We are going to get some lunch, you want to come?” Jenna paused beside Megan’s desk.

Megan glanced up briefly from her screen, “No thanks,” she replied. “I still have a bit more to do on this and I have some errands to run.”

Jenna shrugged, “Suit yourself.” She walked away to meet up with her friends standing by the elevator. Megan kept to herself pretty much, not really interacting with the other girls in the office but it didn’t stop Jenna. She was a compulsive socialite and so she took up the challenge to get Megan into their group by inviting her to lunch and coffee every now and then. One day she might just forget herself and say yes.

Megan watched the little group leave the office, finishing the document she was working she made her own preparations to leave. She was aware of Jenna’s little ‘project’ but there was something else that compelled her more than sushi and gossip. Smoothing down the skirt of her suit she made her way to the elevator and then out onto the street. Two blocks away she turned into a doorway with ‘The Den’ blinking in neon above the doorway. With a quick glance over her shoulder Megan quickly stepped inside.

At the top of the stairs she handed a twenty dollar note to a ponytailed man sat behind the desk. “Hello Neil,” she smiled.  

“Hello Miss,” he responded, flashing his trademark gold tooth at her and not bothering to hide the way he ran his eyes down her body. Megan turned to push on the faded blue door, she was on a time limit and she had things to do. Once inside she paused for a moment letting her eyes adjust to the dimness. At the far end of the room in front of a large screen showing porn men sat on couches, mostly in singles, watching. If she walked closer Megan would see some of them fondling their cocks but she wasn’t interested in that. To the side two men sat together. For a moment Megan watched them. As she watched one man slid downwards, out of her view. The thought of a man wrapping his lips around another man’s cock took Megan’s breath away and reminded her of her errand.

Slowly she walked past the booths, each with their own individual screens, that lined the side of the room. In one of them a man sat alone watching two women frolicking naked in a pool together. He was dressed in jeans and an open necked shirt and sat like he was about to spring out of the door it something startled him. Desire spread through Megan, this was what she had come for.

“Hello” she moved into the doorway of the booth to look down into his face.

“Hello there,” he looked up at her nervously. His hands twisted in his lap.

Megan moved inside the booth, “Do you mind if I sit here?” She gestured at the seat beside the man.

“Sure,” he moved over to make room for her. “Do you come here often?” he asked as she sat gracefully beside him.

“Sometimes,” she smiled letting her eyes take in his body. She pressed her thighs together in anticipation. “You like the porn?” She gestured at the screen in front of them.

He shrugged, “It’s OK. You know. Porn is porn.”

She smiled in response, “True,” carefully she placed her hand on his thigh and leaned in a little closer. “How would you like something more real?” She moved her hand up his leg a little further until her finger was touching his penis through the denim of his jeans.

“What did you have in mind?” his voice wavered and she felt tension coiling through his body.

Megan placed the palm of her hand over his crotch and pressed gently on his swelling cock. “I am very good at sucking cock,” her eyes didn’t leave his face as her hand massaged his cock.

The man slid down in his seat a little to ease the tightness in his jeans. “OK.” his eyes were glued to her cleavage.

Megan slid off her seat to kneel in front of him. Her gaze shifted from his face to his crotch which was now right in front of her face. With a little help from her new friend she slid his zipper down and eased his cock out of it’s bondage. For a few moments she admired it sitting proud and erect before her. She pressed her lips against the warm velvet of the skin, running them up his shaft before she licked the tip of his cock. The man sighed in appreciation and she felt some of the tension leave his body as she opened her mouth and slid her lips down over his cock. She fought an overwhelming urge to press her mouth down over him as far as she could. Instead, she focussed on the head of his cock, circling him with her tongue, letting her saliva moisten him as she moved her head up and down slowly easing her mouth down the full length of his shaft.

He placed a tentative hand on the back of her head. She pushed her mouth down further until she could feel his cock in the back of her throat. Pleasure welled up in her. She loved this part, kneeling in front of a strange man with his cock rammed into her throat. Feeling the power she had over him by submitting to him in this way. She tilted her head so that she could see his face. His eyes were closed and his head was tilted back against the top of the couch, his fingers curled into her hair holding her head against his cock. He thrust his hips against her mouth and she tasted the salt tang of his pre-cum on her tongue. Greedily she sucked down on his cock craving the taste of him. He gave a groan of pleasure as his cock hardened further. She moved her head up and down sucking on him, anticipating his climax, craving the taste of him.

“I am gonna blow in your mouth,” he whispered to her urgently.

Without taking her lips from him, she nodded, giving him permission. There was no way she could communicate the craving she had right now to taste his cum, to feel it’s warmth filling her mouth. His fingers curled tighter into her hair and he thrust into her mouth harder and more urgently building up tension. Megan felt her own body responding to his pleasure, she knew her panties would be soaked and her clit was throbbing demanding attention for itself. There would be time for that later, right now she was focussed on the cock in her mouth.

“AHHHHH,” he groaned as his cock pulsed, emptying itself into her mouth. Megan held as much of his cum as she could before she swallowed. His hand fell away from her head and he collapsed against the back of the couch. Carefully she licked away the last drops of his pleasure before she released his cock from her mouth. Gently she slid his cock into his boxers before he zipped up his jeans. 

“Thank you,” he reached down and stroked her face before she stood in front of him. The demanding of her hungry cunt was stronger now. She needed to find a quiet space of her own away from the eyes that would watch her here.

“The pleasure was all mine, believe me,” She straightened her dress before she moved out of the booth. With purposeful strides she walked towards the exit, ignoring the men who tried to catch her eye as she passed. She recognised a few of them. On a different day she may have stopped to talk with them and perhaps share other things but right now her own desires were more important.

Out in the street she passed the lobby of a hotel. She stepped inside the doorway of the coffee shop and made her way to the counter.

“The usual?” the waitress behind the counter asked.

Megan smiled warmly, “Yes please,” she replied, taking money from her purse. “I will just use the bathroom.”

“Certainly,” the waitress began preparing her coffee. “I will take this out to your usual spot then.”

“Thank you,” Megan walked through a doorway into the foyer of the hotel. At the back she slipped into the ladies bathroom. Once inside the cubicle at the far end she opened her handbag. Nestled in its special bag was her good friend. She sat on the toilet and slid her panties down. The aroma of her arousal was strong. With urgency she slid the vibrator inside herself almost automatically pressing against her sensitive spots. Exhaling the tension out of her body she allowed the vibrations to work their magic. With her other hand she stroked her swollen clitoris. It was only seconds until the orgasm washed over her. Silently she spasmed in pleasure, holding on to the feeling as long as she could before releasing it and slumping back against the wall.

For a few moments she sat there savouring the warm relaxation allowing reality to make its way slowly back. Reaching into her handbag she retrieved a clean pair of knickers and replaced her sodden ones. She stowed her vibrator safely in its bag and stood up to straighten her clothes. Before she left the bathroom she checked her make up in the mirror and straightened her hair.

When she returned to the cafe her coffee was sitting on the table waiting for her. For the next ten minutes she sat, sipping as she looked out of the window at the city rushing past going about its business. It was the last part of her ritual. When the cup was empty she placed it carefully down on its saucer and made her way back to the office. 

Friday Flashback

Many moons ago, when I was a housewife, a man, who now resides in a different city used to visit me during the day when everyone was as work and school, except me. I am still in contact with him and we both like to reminisce over some of the encounters we had. Sadly distance and Covid mean I have not seen him for quite some time.

A wrinkle formed in the middle of Zoe’s forehead as she noticed the way the dishes in the sink were completely wrecking the perfect neatness of her house. She stepped across the room towards the kitchen pausing beside the breakfast bar to remove her blouse and skirt and fold them neatly over the chair. It really was too hot for clothes. Wearing only a matching g-string and bra she turned on the tap and began rinsing the dishes before stacking them neatly in the dishwasher. She became so absorbed in her task that she did not notice the sound of footsteps on the path outside her doorway. As she bent down to stack the last of the dishes into the dishwasher she felt a pair of hands cupping her bare butt cheeks. For a split second she froze with her heart in her mouth before a familiar voice reassured her,

Your butt looks so hot in a thong,” a thrill went through her as she recognised the voice. 

For a moment she held her position bent down with her butt in the air before her visitor stepped forward and pressed his groin against her. Without saying a word she turned and sank down onto her knees in front of her visitor, she turned her face upwards to look at him like a child waiting for a treat.

“Your lips also look hot wrapped around my cock,” he continued as he unzipped his jeans. 

Obediently she opened her lips as he pulled his cock from his jeans and stroked it over her bottom lip. When he rested his semi-hard cock against her lips she opened her mouth wider to allow her lips to slide along his semi hard cock. When her lips reached the base she held still looking up at him with the same wide eyes as she stroked his cock with her tongue encouraging him to grow harder inside her mouth. He put his hands on the back of her head holding her mouth against his belly. The kitchen was silent except for the sounds of his heavy breathing. The fingers at the back of her head twisted into her hair pulling ever so slightly on her scalp. She felt the cock sliding out of her mouth as he held her head stationary. 

He started fucking her face as knelt on the hard tiles of her kitchen beside her neatly stacked dishwasher. At first his thrusts were slow and gentle, easing his hard cock in and out of her mouth just touching the back of her mouth and sliding into the opening of her throat. Between her legs Zoe felt the wetness building, saturating the strip of fabric between her legs. His hand gripped tighter pulling her hair just to the point of pain, his thrusts grew harder and the sound of his grunts of pleasure filled the kitchen. Hot desire flooded through Zoe. She wanted his cock ramming into her cunt, she wanted his hot cum shooting against the back of her throat, she wanted to feel his strong hands on her soft butt cheeks and on her breasts as he fucked the life out of her. She wanted it all.

Suddenly the thrusts stopped. A pang went through her as he withdrew his cock and leaned against the bench panting heavily. 

“Your mouth is so good I almost filled it with cum,” he said softly. He stroked the side of her face tenderly. “But I don’t want to see my cum on your pretty little face today,” He reached out and helped her to stand. Silently she obeyed him and bent her over the bench. The stone was cold against her belly and breasts. Her cunt quivered as he spread her legs and moved the fabric of her thong aside to expose her hungry wetness. 

“Someone is a little horny,” he murmured as he explored her wetness with his fingers. Zoe groaned and bucked her hips against his hand.

“Patience little one,” he soothed as he entered her with his fingers, making wet noises as he fucked her with his hand. Zoe groaned and shuddered as an orgasm rippled through her. A stream of wetness covered his hand and her thighs. 

“Good girl,” he encouraged her as he moved behind her hips pressing his cock against her hungry wet opening. She groaned as he entered her, pushing her opening apart slowly. His fingers pressed into her flesh as he withdrew before slowly entering her again. Zoe stretched her arms out over the bench her fingers seeking something to grip as he tantalised her with his long slow thrusts. She gasped and moaned as he slowly increased his rhythm, building up to the hard slamming fucking that she had been craving as she sucked his cock. 

Her cries of pleasure filled the kitchen bouncing around the tiled room with the sound of his belly slapping against her ass.

“You like getting fucked hard like that,” he gasped between thrusts.

“Yes,” she whimpered against the hard stone of the bench.

“Tell me how much you like my cock,” he commanded

“Oh Fuck me hard!” Zoe moaned as the muscles of her pussy clenched around his cock.

“You want to feel my cum?” he asked his fingers gripping her hips almost painfully. 

Zoe tensed, with a pang she remembered how he had pulled his cock out of her mouth just before he came earlier but the thought of his cum in her gave her just as much of a thrill. 

“Yes, yes,” she moaned against the bench. 

“Get ready,” she could hear the urgency in his voice. There would be no holding back this time. 

Her visitor let out a long low groan as Zoe felt a warm splash on her butt. A second splash followed seconds later before he rested against the bench beside her panting and smiling at her. 

“Fuck I love fucking you,” he stroked her face. “Your pussy is so sweet I wish I could keep my cock buried in it all day,” 

Zoe stirred against the kitchen bench, not quite ready to move or disturb the delicious warmth that was starting to slide down over her butt cheeks. Her pussy quivered in pleasure. It was a nice starter but the fucking she had just received barely touched the sides. She was just getting warmed up. 

As if he read her thoughts, her visitor smiled at her, “Don’t worry,” he grinned at her. “I am not finished with you yet.” He reached down and stroked her pussy, slipping his fingers into her and teasing the sensitive spot he knew so well. She stirred against the bench, standing up to face him. He took her hand and lead her towards the bedroom. “Let’s find somewhere comfortable for you to lie,” he murmured. “I need to feel you squirting on my face.” 

TMI Tuesday – All about the Ride

1. What car do you remember your parents owning when you were a child? Do you have any special memories attached to it?

I only vaguely remember this but my parents owned a Leyland P76. It was bone couloured like this one.

I don’t really know if they bought it because they thought they needed a big car or if it was my father’s last hurrah before descending into sensible cars. I was very young but I do remember the seats being vinyl and burning your arse on a hot day.

2. How important are cars to you? Could you live without one?

Currently parked in various garages, sheds and driveways of our house are no less than six cars. Most of them get driven regularly. To be fair there are currently six people with open driver’s licences, soon to be seven, so that many cars is not unreasonable. The plan is to reduce this number to five in the medium term but in all honesty the only way it will be reduced is when some people move out – adult children; or die – parents in law.

Could I live without my own car? Probably not. We live in the outer suburbs. It is a long way to anywhere and public transport is sketchy. We do try to carpool as much as we can but ultimately not having access to a vehicle will result in an inability to do everyday things like go to work and visit the doctor (a regular thing here because… old people.)

3. In April 2019, Elon Musk predicted that owners of autonomous cars acting as taxis would be able to earn up to $30 000 from their vehicle while they weren’t using it. What do you think?. The link for the source article is here

This article has tickled Mr Jones’ fancy. He LOVES the idea of ALL of his assets earning him an income. His dream car is also a Tesla. Personally I don’t think it will happen in our lifetime. But then I didn’t think I would be seeing a plague in the twenty first century either.

4. Tell us about your dream car.

Despite being the author of these questions cars have never really been super important to me other than a means of transport. I have developed a bit of a thing for muscle cars as I get older. There is something so fucking sexy about a V8. Maybe it is the frequency of the sound the engine makes.

5. Tell us about the worst car you ever owned. What made it so bad?

I have never owned a car that could be fully described as a lemon. I guess I have been lucky. Currently Mr Jones is driving an Isuzu DMax ute. It is probably my least favourite car. The list of reasons why I don’t like it is not massive but it includes being low on power, uncomfortable back seats and a centre console that makes giving Mr Jones head while he is driving awkward. A problem I didn’t have in the predecessor of the DMax.

Bonus: Tell us about your most memorable sexual experience in a car.

When I was a young thing I dated a slightly older man who educated me in a lot of things sexual. He didn’t earn the badge of taking my virginity but in all honesty he was probably the man who set me on the trajectory of being the sexually open and goddess like creature you are witnessing today.

One of the things he explained to me was how he liked to receive a head job. I put into practice his teachings with my first ever head job in the back of his car at a Dusk to Dawn event at a Drive in cinema. Apparently I was a natural. The relationship was not destined to last. His loss I guess.

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Random Blow Job

I am not boasting but this happened to me recently. This post is part of The Oral Sex Project.

“I really feel like a blow job,”

“Hmm, well I can do that. I am actually pretty good at them.”

“All women say that. Most of them aren’t”

“Yeh well lots of guys say they are great at licking pussy but most of them aren’t”

He was a very pretty man. Out of my league.

I was unsure of how interested he was in me. He seemed interested but he was holding back. A couple came into the bar. After a quick glance he turned his back to them.

“I recognise that guy. He is either from my work, or a relative, or something,” The idea of being recognised in a swing club is disconcerting for everyone. I smiled a little at his discomfort.

“The chick is cute though,”

He turned back to look at her, “Definitely,” I could tell he was very interested. I wasn’t about to play second fiddle or be the girl trying to grab attention. I got up and went back to my husband.

For a while I watched him from afar. Then he walked up to us,

“So, are you interested in getting a room and seeing about this blow job?”

I hesitated briefly. I wasn’t here to service his needs. But he was pretty, and I did want to prove my point about being good at sucking cock. Plus, I had been on the receiving end of some very good pussy attention earlier. What goes around comes around sometime.

He noted my hesitation,

“If you aren’t interested that is fine,” he seemed a little abrupt. It made me hesitate more. He wandered away. I was philosophical about his departure. You win some you lose some. He was the one losing the blow job of his life.

A little while later as we wandered through the chill out space, we came across him sitting with two other couples on some comfy couches. It seemed like he was holding court, chatting with people relatively new to the scene about their motivation to investigate swinging. The group shuffled up and invited us to join.

We chatted for a while, the conversation was explicit and honest. We talked about our experiences, and our fantasies, what we wanted to get out of being swingers and what we had done. Some people joined our group and then left when it got too much. The pretty boy left for a while but came back. I guess we were the most interesting thing happening.

The woman who had been working in the bar stopped by our huddle,

“We are closing in half an hour,”

I was surprised. I hadn’t realised how long we had been sitting there. Jokingly I turned to the pretty boy,

“You better get your shit together if you want that blow job,”

He galvanised into action,

“Upstairs or downstairs?”

“Whatever, I need to pee first,”

When I came back from the bathroom, he was standing next to the couches, he signalled upstairs and I left my husband and the group, still in their conversation. I don’t know what they thought, I am sure they asked him how he felt about it, I am sure he felt like the cool kid saying he was fine and evolved.

We climbed the stairs and made our way into a freshly made up room. The lighting was dim, and the bed was covered in black sheets. He stripped quickly as I sat on the edge of the bed. His cock was as pretty as the rest of him, thick and proud. I opened my mouth and tasted him. He was clean and sweet. I opened my mouth wider and slid my lips further down his velvet shaft. It truly was a cock to worship.

He groaned in pleasure,

“You actually do like doing that,”

“Of course,” In that moment I was truly aware of my power. I remembered why I like doing this.

I tilted my head and looked into his eyes while I held his cock in my mouth. The only thing that would make this better would be him holding the back of my head. I slid my mouth down his shaft, making sure it was slick and wet so that it would slide easily. His breathing told me I was doing it right.

“You may need to lie down,”

“Definitely,” He sprawled on the bed. The black sheets and the dim blue lights framed him perfectly making a scene of beauty. Then I noticed the socks.

“Get those off,” I pointed at his feet,

“But they are my security blanket,” he protested.

“I don’t care,” Unintentionally the teacher voice was out

He didn’t protest any more, the socks joined the rest of his clothes.

I removed my top, just because I could, and kneeled between his legs to give my full attention to the glory that was his cock. I slid my mouth down his shaft taking as much of him into my mouth as I could. I love that part. I love the feeling of a cock that fills my mouth and still has some to spare. It is the most powerful thing. Underneath me he squirmed and groaned. Precum seeped onto my tongue. I lifted my head and trailed my lips over his transversus line before moving up to his chest. His fingers trailed over my nipples for a few moments but we weren’t here for him to pleasure my body. I returned to suck him before pulled himself upwards.

He leaned on the head of the bed with me between his feet. Truly if someone were to film this it would be an epic porno. I took his balls into my mouth holding them and moving them around.

“Oh my God, chicks never do this, you truly are good at this!”

I didn’t reply. I had proved my point. It was time to get serious. I gripped his cock and slid my lips downwards.

He removed my hand, “That is cheating,”

I let his instruction go to the keeper. I knew who was in control here. I looked into his eye as he slid his cock into my mouth. He surprised me by keeping control and not trying to choke me. He paused for a moment,

“What are the rules with cumming?”

“You are welcome to cum anywhere except on my face,” I smiled at him.

“You are truly a unique person,”

His cock slid between my lips. I concentrated on his feeling, savouring all of it, taking in the sound of his breath and the pleasure noises he was making. His cock slid easily over my tongue. It was the perfect size for my mouth. I could tell he was close, my body responded to his arousal, I wrapped my hand around his perfect hard arse holding him closer to my face.

His cum was sweet and salt and perfect. His cock throbbed against my tongue as it jetted the cream into my mouth.

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