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My Christmas Fuck 2009

Tuesday, December 29th, 2009

His name was Bill. Such a common name. Bill. William I guess. Don’t really know and don’t really care.  He works with me in Accounts. Not actually WITH me, he has his own office, some kind of “Higher Up” than me. I say “with me” but about 50 people work “with me” and I dont even know half their names.

Bill and I were the only ones with long faces and obviously not joining in the Christmas spirit at our work Christmas party. What a fuckin horror that is every year. The sausage rolls and pastries and cheap wine provided by our cheapskate employer and the pathetic $50 Christmas bonus. Sometimes only $20. And the Secret Santa. Everyone buys a gift no more than $10.00, wraps it up and puts it under the tinsel christmas tree without a gift tag on it in the interests of anonymity so noone knows what they are getting and who gave it.

This year I bought a very realistic looking plastic dog turd from a shop that sells practical jokes and just for a laugh rubbed it in some real dog shit so it would smell real as well as looking real. One of the typists got lucky bbut screamed when she touched it and her finger came away wiht some real dog shit on it. I laughed my head off secretly and silently while everyone else was aghast. Except for s few guys who throught it was a great joke and who suspicion immediately fell upon.

But Bill was looking glum and I thought he’d be the perfct partner to help me endure the pain of the Work Christmas Party. I got him a plastic glass of cheap wine and sat beside him, offered it to him, gave him an obviously fake smile and said “Bah, humbug” and sat beside him. I wasn’t on the make I just thought if i had to endure this crap I’d rather endure it with someone who wasn’t joining in the false festivities.

He said “Bah humbug to you too” and took the wine that I offered him. I sat leaning towards him to make it look like we were “together” to discourage anyone from approaching me to talk. It worked a treat. They were all in their little cliques and happy to leave me and Bill out of it. Suited me fine.

After a while Bill said “You smell nice.” I wasn’t sure how to respond to that so I said nothing. After a while he said “Very nice” and I assumed he meant I smelled VEY nice. Hahaha. I laughed. I took a discrete whiff of him to see if I could return the compliment and found he smelled like pine trees. Very fresh and clean not in a disinfectant type of pine fresh smell. More like a fresh outdoorsy pine way.

So being the master of small talk that I am I said “You smell like a pine tree.” He laughed and replied. “You smell like a strawberry”. And so we got talking.  He accused me of being Mary from Data Processing and I pleaded guilty and he confessed to being Bill from Financial Oversight. So I said “Ah, a bean counter.” and he said “No, you’d be the Bean Counter, I’m more of a Bean Counter Watcher, making sure you count the beans right.”

Such witty and clever conversation. I was having a ball. NOT !

But fuck me it was better than joining in with the rest of them. They even sang Christmas Carols.  Fuck me Good King Wankerslaus and parumpa pum pa.

So we talked, innocent at first then we got dirty. Bitchy really. We started insulting and tearing to pieces everyone in sight. Nasty, bitchy stuff and Bill surprised me by joining in enthusiastically. Pointing out everyones faults and failings and ridiculous behaviour. Ahh this was more like it. Hahaha.

Just as that was beginning to run out of steam and I was ready to leave Bill aasked me if I’d like to go have a real Christmas drink with him and I thought why not. He seemed OK and it was a ticket outta there. We went to a little bar a few blocks from work that he seemed to know pretty well and sat down in a booth and knocked back a few vodka tonics.

Hes not a bad looking guy. Average I guess. Dark hair starting to thin, nice brown eyes a kind of dark complexion. Light brown. Kinda hispanic but on the white side of hispanic. Not tall. Same height as me maybe even a bit shorter. Average build but a bit of a stomach on him. Going to fat. Just at the start of the decline. Probbaly early to mid forties and works too hard and doesnt exercise or eat right.

But after a couple of vodka tonics he looked fine. Fine like a Brooklyn Sign. I was happy. Slightly pissed, relieved to be away from the christmas party and enjoying his company. His passions are golf and some old car he is restoring himself. Never registered what it was. He did say. Meant nothing to me. Just some old car. Blah blah blah. He talked and I tuned out and watched him. He had very nice teeth. Very even and white. So many men have bad teeth. As if they just dont care. I think its very important a mans teeth. He had nice sensual lips too. Kind of thick like a womans lips. I dont like lipless men like Kenneth Branagh. That man has no lips. He’s lipless like some kind of caricature.

We had a few more (too many) vodka tonics and then he suggested dinner. I was thinking how much I liked vodka tonics when he said that and was trying to work out why I didn’t drink them more often when I obviously liked them so much.

So we relocated to this really nice Italian restaurant a few doors down and settled in to a wonderful meal of veal scallopini and seafood marinara, sharing food from each others plates like lovers would do. Very intimate I thought. Everything was going swimmingly and I thought I had got lucky.

Then he told me about his wife. Ex-wife. His kids. Ex-kids? DO kids become ex-kids along with the wife? Who knows? Who cares? Why do gus do this. The last thing I ever want to know about is a guys past girlfriends and wives. Well, unless its a particularly kinky sexy story. hahaha.

But Oh No, Bill was sad because his wife had kicked him out after 15 years marriage and wouldnt have him back. How sad. But then again if he spent all his free time playing golf and fucking around with some old car, who could blame her. He missed her so much. Yeah yeah. He missed his kids. Yeah yeah. This was his first Christmas without them. yeah yeah. Let’s move on.

But he wouldn’t. Oh God he went on and on. Why do guys do this? I couldnt understand why he wasn’t concentrating on seducing me instead of going on and on about his wife and fucking kids. Guaranteed turn off.  I couldn’t stand it. I just stood up in the middle of his diatribe about little bessie or betty or some fuckin thing, one of his kids and said I had to go to the toilet. Normally I would have said “powder my nose” but I was so fucking desperate NOT to hear about how little bessie or whatever misses him so much.

I went into the toilet, grabebd a wad of paper towels and wet them under the tap, grabbed another wad of dry towels, scrubbed the toilet seat with t he wet ones, then dried it with the  dry towels, dumped them on the floor of the cubicle, then sat down a nd had a piss and thought about whether I should just ditch Sad Sack Bill, Bessie and the rest of them.

I was still thinking about what to do including the toilet window escape route when I  was fixing my makeup in the mirror. I remembered why I dont srink a lot of vodka tonics even though I really liked them. They make me piss too much. Its the tonic not the vodka. I realised I was kinda thinking about fucking Bill. In the back of my mind. He was just an escape from the party and then was just mildly tolerable conversation but at some stage my mind had thought about fucking him.

I wondered what he looked like naked. Passable I thought. Passable. I wondered if he had a nice cock. Small one? Maybe thats why Lulubelle or whatever her name was kicked him out. Little Dick Bill. Hahaha. Nah he wasn’t giving aout any Little Dicked Man vibes.

I looked at myslef in the mirror and took a step back and thought Hmmm Fuckable. Yeah still fuckable. Grey business suit, cream button down blouse, moderately high heels. Sensible but still sexy. I undid the top button on my jacket , had a look then undid all of them. Yes much better I thought with t he jacket open. I undid the top button on my blouse and looked. No difference really. Too subtle. So I undid another one. Still too subtle. I undid another one.

Oops. Way too UNSUBTLE. Damn. Two buttons was not enough and three was too much. The second button was just above my bra and the third button was just below it. So it was no tit or the whole tit. I settled on the third button and folded my blouse over so it covered my bra encased tit yet exposed it when I turned to the side or leaned forward. that would do. Not subtle but I thought Bill might actually need a tit in the face to jerk him out of the sad-sack-boo-hoo-hoo-my-wife-left-me-mode.

I sashayed my way back into that restarant. Oh yeah I can sashay. My sexy sashaying. Its just swinging my hips a little and walking slower then usual. Bill didn’t notice. Wasn’t looking. But a guy at the bar did and gave me a smile. I gave him a “stand-by-in-case-it-doesnt-work-out-with-Bill look and sat back down. He enver noticed the undone jacket or the undone buttons.

Not until I leaned over the table and my tits nearly leapt out at him. Hahaha. You just can never control the effect of a few undone buttons. Always too little or too much. Of course, as usual, I leaned over before thinking of what to say and hung there poised, silent, tits bulging out of my blouse and half my bra exposed, desperately trying to think of somethign to say. Best I could mange was “You’ve got such a lovely voice. So Sexy.”

Lame I know. But you dont have to be a Poet Laureate with guys. Nah he lapped it up. But he came back with “Clarabelle (or whatever) always said I ahd a sexy voice.” I groaned inwardly and thought time for drastic measures.

Me: So, is she seeing someone else?
Bill: No
Me: You sure?
Bill: Yes.
Me: Hmmm. But she never said why she was leaving?
Bill: She didnt leave. She kicked me out.
Me: Hmmmm
Bill: What?
Me: Its just that when a woman doesnt give a reason its usually another man.
Bill:  There isn’t
Me: Hmmm
Bill: What just because she didn’t give a reason?
Me: Mmmm. Usually means another man.
Bill: Nah. I’d know.
Me: Men never know.
Bill: No there isn’t. (looking stricken) She said we’d just grown apart. She needed space.
Me: Mmmm. Definitely another man. Sorry Bill.
Bill: I really don’t think so. She isn’t like that.

Now this is where I was fucking brilliant.

Me: It happens. You fall in love, you fall out of love. You can’t help it. it just happens.

Now comes the brilliant part.

Me: You’ll have no trouble finding someone else. You’re very fuckable.

That always gets their attention. Just throwing it in out fo the blue like that.

Bill: Huh? what did you say?

See what I mean? He heard me alright. He just cant believe I just said “fuck” or “fuckable” to be exact. So out of context. I hadnt said a swear word all evening and now I hit him with a “fuck” from left field.

Me: I said … (acting more pissed than I was) you are very …  (dramatic pause while I look him right in the eye) fuck – a – ble (very clearly and distinctly mouthing every syllable.

Bill: What? Me? (embaressed?)
Me: Oh yeah.
Bill: Get out. Me? You’re kidding me. I’m not… I don’t see myself… I mean would you … I mean if ….

He’s going to ask me if I would fuck him. Given the right circumstances of course.

Me: I’d fuck you in an instant.

I thought I’d ask and answer for him. Hahaha. Men are so pathetic.

Now he was interested. It was as if he hadn’t even thought about the possibility of us fucking. But now he was. Now he was looking at my tits through the gaping front of my blouse. Which I had to keep rearranging so everyone else in the restaurant didn’t egt an eyeful of my bra and tits.

And he was looking kind of cunning. Cunning? as if he were deliberately thhnking of how to seduce me. How fuckle men are. One moment they are desperately missing their wife, ex-wife or whatever, the next they are concentrating on their next conquest.

Now he seemed relaxed and anxious at the same time. I think confident that he was going to fuck me, excited at the prospect but worried that he was imagining things. Imagining that I was coming onto him.

We talked but not about the wife, ex-wife and ex-kids and the ex-car. Dunno what happenend to the car but I thought it was probbaly still in the garage. Now we talked about movies. music books places we liked. More date type stuff. Getting to know each other stuff.

Then he said he loved Debussy. I took that as a sign. I adore Debussy. I go to sleep to Debussy just about every night. Lying there stroking my clit gently and feeling the waves of his music wash over me like a fuckin beach or something. hahaha  But it was definitely A SIGN. We talked about Debussy enthusiastically and the only jarring thing was him telling me Jezebel (or whatever) hated Debussy but that was a good sign I thought.

We just drifted back to my place. Never discussed it just DRIFTED along, out the door, into a taxi, to my place, up the path, up the stairs, in through the door and into my living room.

I had left a couple of table lamps on so I didnt have to come home to a dark home after work or a brightly lit one either. It was very cosy. By now i was desperate for a fuck. I wanted him so fucking badly. Wanted his cock in my cunt, in my mouth. Wanted his tongue in my mouth. We hadn’t even kissed. Never even held hands in the back of the cab.

I looked at him and felt my head pounding, felt the blood pulsing through me and felt my clit tingling. He had that off putting look men get on their stupid faces when they know they are going to get a fuck. I hate it. I knnow they cant help it. But its such a fucking turn off. Its like some atavistic sense of accomplishment. Some ancient male triumphant fucking sense of … well triumph.

I moved over to him and kissed him. Oops. Kind of rushed it a bit and shoved my tongue into his mouth talking hm by surprise. He almost backed off  but when I put my hands on his ass and pulled him into me he responded by grinding his hips and rubbing his hard cock against me. I was pleased his cock was hard. Some men take a while to get going but he was hard and ready. But I thought if he and Lulubelle had been having problems for a while and she was getting cock from somewhere else then its probbaly been a while since Bill had had a fuck so he was probbaly raring to go.

He was. Oh yeah. He was desperate for a fuck alright. He was trying to fuck me right there fully clothed in the middle of the living room. Trying to force his cock through his trousers, through my skirt. Hahaha Ugh ugh ugh. Dry humping away, standing up in the living room. His hands were all voer my tits and my ass, running up my legs and pulling me against him and he was pushing his body and grinding his body into me.

I dont know how it happenend but we ended up wiht him sitting on the couch and me with my blouse undone completely and bra off, shoving my tits in his face and rubbing them sideways back and forth across his face. He had his mouth open trying to catch my tits in his mouth and was gaping like a goldfish.

He latched onto a tit wiht his mouth and sucked so ahrd it hurt. I jolted and grabbe dhis head and pulled his head in ahrd against my chest eeling my tits flatten out on and around his face while he sucked my nipple so hard it hurt. I felt his hands on my ass and his fingers groping, exploring, seeking my cunt.  He ahd his hands around my ass and was groping at my cunt from behind. I felt his fingers on my inner thighs, up high, felt his wrist push my skirt up and felt his fingers on my cunt. then pushing my panties aside and finally finding my wet cunt hole.

He slid a finger into my cunthole and began to finger fuck my cunt while I crushed his face against my tits and he sucked my nipple.  It feels so different a finger going into your cunt from behind like that. A different angle. It rubs your cunt wall in a different way. And the feel of his hand and wrist on my ass as he finger fucked me felt different.

Then I was on my back on my coffee table thinking FUCK I HOPE THIS TABLE TAKES MY WEIGHT when he pulled my panties off roughly, shoved my skirt up high , exposing my cunt, and began mouthing my cunt. Chomping at it like a kid at an apple. Chomp chomp chomp. All eagerness but no finesse. His mouth opening and closing on my cunt, his lips brushing my clit, my cunthole, even my thighs, getting wet from his saliva.

But fuck me it felt good. I lvoed the way he was outta control. Just mouthing my cunt and chomping on it. No finesse maybe but fuck me what eagerness. It felt like he really was trying to eat my cunt. To eat me alive starting at my cunt and working his way up through my body.

Then he plunged his tongue deep into my cunt hole and began tongue fucking my cunt and I no longer cared if the table collapsed under me. I didnt care if the floor collapsed and we fell two stories down to our death so long as his mouth didn’t let go of my cunt. I was loving it. I bent my knees and curled my legs up until my knees were beside my head and I thrust my cunt at his face. I had my hands on his head, my fingers entwined in his hair and was jerking his head back and forth and side to side and I ground my cunt into his face.

Then suddenly I was on my knees and his cock was in my face. My cunt was screaming at being left so abruptly so I quickly put my hand on it and squeezed my cunt as I took his cock into my mouth. I just moved my mouth along his cock without thinking deeep throating him until I felt his cock nudging the back of my throat and sliding down my throat. I heard him sigh, then moan, then groan, then groan really loudly and then he came in my mouth. Well down in my throat actually.

He grabbed my head and rammed his cock all the way in and I could smell his cum even though it was pumping out deep down my throat. Maybe straight into my stomach his cock was so far down my throat!

I was stunned at the intensity of it and the way it ended so abruptly. I felt his cock slowly come up my throat and out of my mouth, feeling his cum dribble out on my lips on its way out and I watched him collapse back onto the couch. Sitting there sprawled out wiht his cock hanging out of his trousers rapidly going flaccid.

I was still on my knees and absently licked a drop of cum off my lip with my tongue and wiped another stray drop off my chin with my hand. My cunt was DESPERATE  for cock now. I needed to be fucked so badly and wasn’t going to let him get away with just that. I wanted more than that. I needed momre. I wanted to be fucked senseless. I wanted his cock in my cunt, deep in my cunt, ramming into me, pounding me, hammering me.

I tried to get a grip. So many guys just want to bail at a time like this. I knew i had to handle it carefully.

I slowly undressed in front of him. Slipping off my shoes, my skirt, my stockings, undoing my skirt and letting it fall to the floor. I stood there naked in front of him while he watched me saying nothing. I cringed when I remembered I had put on a few pounds over the last few months and sucked my stomach in as hard as I could. I took a step back and cupped my right breast. I dont know why. I guess I thought it would look sexy. I played with my nipple, stroking it wiht my thumb. I looked at him.

I took his hand in mine and pulled him up from the couch and led him to my bedroom. I felt his eyes on my ass and prayed to God It didn’t look too big and fat and floppy. I hoped it wasn’t jiggling flabbily as I wlaked in front of him pulling him along by the hand.

I sat on the bed and undressed him. I knlet on the floor and took his shoes and socks off, his feet smelled bad but most mens do. I undid his belt and pulled his trousers off and lifted his feet to get them right off. I undid his tie and shirt and took his jacket off. I took his shirt off and licked his nipples, then sucked one. He moaned.

I got hm to lie down on his stomach on the bed and rubbed my nipples all over his naked body. Over his feet, his ankles, his thighs, his ass, over his back. He moaned softly the whole time. He was a bit of a moaner. I kissed his back and lciked it. I kissed his ass and lciked his buttocks and inner thighs. I licked his balls hanging out between his legs.

He squirmed a bbit and I rubbed my nipples all over him again. Cupping my breasts and rubbing my nipple over his body like it was a pencil.  A marking pen.  All voer him. Over and over. He rolled voer onto his back and I rubbbed my nipple over his face, his cheek, across his lips, across his chest then rubbed his nipple with mine. Pressing my hardened poky nipple agianst his flat tiny nipple, moving my upper body from side to side.

I straddled him feeling his soft cock under my wet squishy cunt and i leaned down and kissed his lips gently, then slowly slid my tongue into his mouth and gently, slowly tongue fucked his mouth with my tongue, so slowly, so gently, so … lovingly???

I rocked my body slowly back and forth feeling his limp dick being dragged and rubbed by my wet cunt. He kissed me back and I closed my lips around his tongue as he slowly slid it into my mouth.  We tongue fucked each others mouths for ages, slowly, gently, lips, tongues a and mouths entwining and disengaging. It was lovely. I love kissing liek that. Slowly, gently, tongue fucking.

I slid down his body and cupped my right breast and rubbed my nipple along his cock. Feeling my hard nipples scraping along his soft cock. Then down to his balls,. his hairy balls, my nippple tracing a path over them and across them. I cupped them in my hand and licked them then slowly sucked on of his balls into my mouth. A delicate manouver. Men are so touchy about their rpecious balls. He moaned loudly and i thought this Bill is a real moaner. Wonder if thats why Clarabelle left him . I could see how that could really become annoying after a while.

Its the strangest sensation having a mans ball in your mouth. It really fills up your mouth and their hair tickles your nose and lips. You also know if you bite down sudeenly, hard, you might even bight thieir precious ball off. Hahaha Some guys really love it and some guys really hate it. Dunno which camp Bill was in. But he was moaning a lot.

I tried sucking both his balls into my mouth but it was just too much balls for me. So I sucked the other one in and was surprised how wet the ball was that I just took out of my mouth. Then I eased it out and licked his cock, moving my tongue up and down the legth of his cock my tongue flickering from side to side like a cats. I licked the head of his cock and poked the tip of my tongue into his cock hole eliciting another loud moan.

While I was licking his cock I very carefully put my finger on his asshole and started to very gently caress his asshole. Now some guys really get of fon this and some guys just freak out but all guys hate talking about it afterwards. Hehehe. But most guys love you playing wiht their assholes and the piece de resistance os fo course to lick their dirty little bumhole and the ultimate is to actually poke your tongue in their asshole but I rarely do that. Yukkers. hahaha

But Bill was responding very nicely to having his asshole caressed so I took it up a notch and  pressed my finger on his asshole, another moan but no reluctance so I slid it in a little way while I sucked his cock properly and hard. Mmmm. Nothing like a semi-hard cock in your mouth while you’ve got your finger up a guys asshole. Its so funny how the most macho manly guys turn to jelly when you finger fuck them up the ass. I think they all secretly love it. All of them latent fags.

Bill’s cock was getting harder now. The more I played with his asshole the harder it got. I love the way a mans cock gets hard in my mouth. The way it starts of all chewy and rubbery and slowly gets harder and bigger until it fills my mouth and finally gets to big to be all in my mouth.

His cock was fully erect now. I love saying that “fully erect”. It was hard, not rock hard but hard enough. They never seem to get as hard second time round. Funny that. I was lying on my side between Bills legs and he had one leg up in the air looking kinda awkward but it gave me really good access to his cock, balls and his asshole. I was sucking his cock rythmically now, sliding my mouth up and down its length in long slow movements. Feeling the soft silkiness of the head of his cock as it brushed over my lips.

I was cradling his balls in my left hand and still rubbing his asshole and every now and then sliding my index finger into his asshole. Every time I deep throated his cock, every time I slid my mouth right down to the base of his cock so it was completely in my mouth I slid my finger further int his asshole. And every time I did that he moaned.

Bill was getting restless and reached down and started stroking my ass and tried to get to my cunt. He couldnt reach so I moved around slightly and rolled over a bit so he could reach my cunt. He rubbed my lcit and every now and then he slid his finger into my cunt hole and we lay there like that for some time with me sucking his cock, caressing his balls and tplaying wiht his asshole while he played with my cunt.

He pushed his finger seep into my cunt, so deep I could feel his knuckles pressing ahrd on my cunt opening and feel his finger deep inside my cunt, so I sucked his cock as ahrd as I could with my lips wrapped around it just past the head and as I was doing this I slid my finger dep inot his asshole. He moaned louder than ever but I didn;t know if it was from my finger in his ass or my sucking his cock hard.

Either way it prompted him to actiion. He got up and knelt ontop of me straddling my body wiht his cock pointing straight at my face above my tits. It looekd good the way he was kneeling over me, his cock hovering above my tits, my nipples sticking up so ahrd and erect, tingling, his chest covered in hair, his stomach bulging just a little, his thigh muscles flexed and hard. AND THE LOOK ON HIS FACE WAS AMAZING. The look of a man ready to fuck. Wanting to fuck. Desperate to fuck.

He moved down and spread my legs apart with his hands and I felt him guide his cock into my cunt. At last ! I lvoed the feeling as the blunt tip of his cock pressed against my cunt looking for my cunt hole, then finding it, then slowly forcing my cunthole apart to enter. It felt so fucking good.

He braced hiimslef on his hands with his arms right ebside my head and slowly slid his cock into my wet, hungry cunt. It seemmed to go in and in and in and then stopped and it was all the way in. My cunt was full of cock and it felt it. He didnt have a HUGE cock, average size or maybe a bit bigger than average. Its ahrd to tell. But my cunt sure felt full of cock.

He slid it out and then back in and then began to slowly fuck me. My legs spread apart by themselves and then I felt them moving up, knees bending, getting into a good fucking position all by themselves. My body seems to just know what to do and does it automatically.

AS my legs moved up and apart Bill started fucking me harder and faster.  I wrapped my legs around his waist, he fucked me harder, I moved my legs up until they were wrapped around him up high on his back and I was bent double, bent over in half with my cunt pointing upwards and Bills body between my legs but above me and pounding me. Pounding his pelvis into my beody between my legs, his pelvis slamming down between my legs on my cunt and partly on my ass.

I reached up and grabbed his shoulders and pulled my self up trying tog et clsoer to him and my back left the mattress and my body was suspended in mid air above the bed as I held myslef up clinging to his body. I thrashed my hips forcing my cunt to slide onto his cock each time he plunged it into my wet cunt. He was moaning and to my horror I heard msyelf grunting liek a pig .

Each time I thrust my hips forward a loud grunt escaped my lips. ugh ugh ugh. His cock felt so fucking good sliding wetly in and out of my cunthole. In and out. In so deep then out so far it almsot came completely out, then plunging back in all the way until I fel this pelvis slam into mine stopping his penetration.

Oh God it was glorious feeling his body slamming into mine, feeling hsi cock sliding in and out of my cut hole, smelling tose pine trees, very strongly now mixed wiht hsi sweat and mine. I could faintly smell his cum from ebfore amongst these smells but my perfume, my sweat, his aftershave and his sweat were all overwhelmed by the smell of my cunt juices. Running down my inner thighs, covering his cock. Such a rich, spicy smell, almsot pungent.

Then he stopped and dragegd my body to the edge of the bed and grabebd my ankles lifting my legs up high in the air and he pounded me. He rammed his cock into me and I started yelling at him to fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder, fuck me deeper, and he surprised me by yelling “You fuckin slut, I’ll fuck you, ya fuckin slut”

My my. Hahaha. I fucking LOVED it. I was thinking this guy is outta control. I just love it when guys really lose it.

Now he had my legs bent over and pressed down beide my head and it was kinda painful being bent over liek that but oh boy he was fucking pounding me.

 His pelvis slammed in between my legs making this really loud splotch splotch noise and a thwack thwack noise at the same time. Splotch.thwack. Over and over.

Then he stopped and dragged me back up onto the bed, rolled me over and I got up on my hands and knees and he was into me from behind doing me doggy fucking me like an animal. He grabbed my hips and yanked my body backwards onto his cock every time he rammed it into me. I thrust back and we got into perfect synchro moving together like a fucking machine. It was fucking glorious. I was yelling all kinds of crazy stuff and my head was going from side to side and my hair was flying out in all directions and we were both covered in sweat dripping sown me running down between my tits and along my back and down the crack of my ass.

Bill was yeeling stuff like “I’ll fuck you you cunt, fuck your cunt,  fuck ya brains out” all kinds of weird shit. I was sticking wiht the more conventional “fuck me fuck me” but overall it was going well.

He was fucking me faster and faster and I sensed he was getting ready to cuma dn I started saying stupid stuff like “Cum in me no cum ON me, cum on my ass, cum IN my ass, cum on my tits” poor guy musta confused him.

Then I got the idea that I didnt want this to end with him just cumming inside me too nromal. I wante d this to be a fuck to remember so I wriggled around and squatted down in front of him and started sucking his cock. He was still on his knees in the doggy fuck position and I thought “fuck it” and said “CUM ON ME” I had his cock in my hand it it felt ready to fucking explode. I never felt a guy so close to cumming ebfore. I grabbed hhis hand and put it on his cock  and I started jerking him off guiding his hand. I said “Jerk off now and cum on me.” and I Moved up a bit so my tits were right in front of his cock.

He hesitated for a moment, lots of guuys are really self conscious about jerking off in front of a woman but I looked him in the eye and my hands were over his and he was sort of wanking on auto pilot anyway. He staretd jerking off faster and faster and when i Was sure he was up and running I lay back and wriggled by body down so I was bunched up right in front of him watching his cock waiting for his cum to spurt out.

Then I lay down on my back and he moved up so his cock was hovering above my stomach as her jerked off and I said “Cum on me, cum all over me”

And he did. His cum erupted out of hsi cock and i felt it land on my stomach then my tit, then my throat and it looekd fucking amazing him kneeling there jerking off furiously spurting his cum into the air and it landing on my stomach, my tits, my throat, a few drops even going on my face. It was fucking amazing.

I felt so dirty. I felt like such a slut. Letting him cum on me. Letting him shoot his cum wherever he liked.

Next thing I knew I was laying on my back idly rubbing his cum over my stomach and my tits with one hand while I watched him watching my hand spreading his cum all over my tits and stomach. I dont know if he was spellbound or horrified. I started to laugh. He laughed nervously. Oh yeah. Not real sure. Not at all.  I rubbed my clit wiht my other hand while he watched. Oh yeah not sure at all. I giggled. Then I laughed. He looekd so funny. The look on his face.

So that was good but then we lay there talking. Men are so funny. Not funny really. Weird. So fucking insensitive. I think he was tryng to pay me a compliment but it just sounded so wrong.

Bill: Fuck that was good. That was better than good, that was fucking amazing.
Me: yeah you were pretty amazing.
Bill: Fuck so were you
Me: You sound pretty hyped up
Bill: God your a good fuck (Never sounds quite right, that)
Me: So are you
Bill: Your terrific. Its like you really like fucking
Me: Doesn’t Clementine?
Bill: Who?
Me: Sorry forget her name. Your EX wife.
Bill: Oh well, at the starte yeah but never like this. Not for a long time and enver like this
Me: I guess after a while…
Bill: When you suck my cock its like you really enjoy it
Me: I do. Doesn’t Maybelle?
Bill: Why do you call her those funny names?
Me: Dunno. Maybe cause you talk about her too much and I dont like it.
Bill: I dont. Do I?
Me: Yeah, you do.
Bill: Well lets talk about you
Me: OK wanna know something?
Bill: Sure.
Me:  I like it up the ass
Bill: What?
Me: I like to get fucked up the ass
Bill: Holy shit. Your too much.
Me: wanna try it? Ever fucked a woman up the ass?
Bill: Um….
Me: Did Marybelle like i t up the ass?
Bill: If I tell you something promise not to laugh
Me: OK Sure.
Bill: We havent fucked for over a year and she hasn’t sucked my cock for over 5 years.
Me: Theres a clue
Bill: Yeah. I guess. And yeah I do wanna fuck you up the ass
Me: Now?

Bill: As soon as I can
Me: You wanna fuck me with my vibrator while were waiting?
Bill: What? Are you serious?
Me: Deadly Hahaha

So anyway Bill never fucked me wiht the vibrator he watched while I fucked myself, had an orgasm in front of him and then he tried to fuck me up the ass but his cock wasnt hard enough and he was just fucking hopeless and he was tired and I was getting bored with him and we left it at that.

He said he’d call me but its like 7 days later and he hasnt called and probably never will. Maybe hes gone back to Lulubelle and gone down on her and fucked her the way he fucked me and they are abck together. Taht happenned once ebfore with a guy I fucked. I got him so fucking wound up he went back and fucked his wife like he fucked me and I never saw him again. Aint that weird. Guys are weird. Maybe I’m really a lesbian.


Fuck Bill anyway. He was only good becasue I got him so wound up and turne don. really he was as boring as all shit. Like most guys are.

I Hate Christmas

Tuesday, December 29th, 2009

I dread Christmas. I hate it. I hate this time of year. The crowds of happy and not so happy people everywhere I go. It’s like a counterpoint to my own lonely and miserable life. I have no family, no close friends. Not really. I do have friends but I am not close to them. I can usually endure Christmas if I have a boyfriend, but this year, no boyfriend, so it was agony for me.

I can vaguely remember Christmas as a little girl. Being amazed and entranced by the pretty lights and decorations, the gifts, the one time of the year when everyone seemed to forget their troubles and acted happy even if they were not.

But like everything else in my childhood, the gloss soon wore off.  It became simply another event in the year to be endured like birthdays, thanksgiving, halloween. It’s like when you have something  terrible going on in your life it overwhelms everything else and becomes the core and focus of your entire existence. Nothing else matters and nothing else even registers with you. It was like … Christmas? So what? Christmas never changed anything.  I knew it would be back to normal as soon as it was over.

My Father abused me starting when I was about 10. Perhaps earlier. It wasn’t a sudden thing. It began in increments. Slowly advancing and increasing until it became full on sex. But it was so gradual that I cannot put an exact date on its commencement.

It’s over now. It’s in the past. I know. Get over it, girlfriend. Move on. I get it.   I know I can’t change the past.

It’s not that Christmas triggers painful memories of tragic events. No, it simply reminds me that I do not have and have never had, the things that most people take for granted. The love of a Father and Mother, the closeness of family. Simple happy times with people that you care about and who care about you. I never had that. I don’t know that.

It just sort of reminds me that I missed out on something and the abuse is more like a backdrop to the emptiness of my life. A backdrop? A foundation? An underscore even? Hahaha.

If I have a boyfriend at Christmas and it’s kind fo serious I attach myself to him desperately. Hoping he will invite me to spend Christmas with his family. If he has one. If he doesn’t thats cool too. Even better. I dont have to be alone and I don’t have to fake the whole Christmas bonhomie, spirit of goodwill thing.

I know its pathetic. I always buy lots of presents so I have spare presents for the Uncles, Aunts, Cousins and Nephew, unknown to me that might show up. I act like a regular little Santa’s Elf or something. I get into the spirit of Christmas like some fanatical maniac. I hug and I kiss strangers and mouth meaningless and unfelt insinceres sentiments.

But not this year. No I spent it alone. Alone and miserable and waiting for it all to pass and the world to get back to normal. It’s one extreme or the other. My friends all have families but I never go there. That would be too painful. I have tried it and it was awful. Unbearable.

A bunch of strangers and a guy I am fucking is bearable but friends and family are not.

So now there is just New Year to get through but thats not too bad. So many people like to get off their face on New Years Eve and go crazy and I am one of them.  I always get utterly and completely shitfaced and generally fuck anyone that is available.  I troll the bars and clubs until I find one that has the right vibe and then I go into the toilet and take my panties off and go get shitfaced and take on any comers. Hahaha.

Sounds bad I know but it’s a case of whatever gets you through it.