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Oral Sex – His First Blow Job

admin — Tue, 19 Dec 2023 13:33:55 +0000

I’ve always been a little confused about why some men get attracted to performing oral sex on men. It repulses others. Growing up I thought that if a man did oral sex on another man, he was gay. Sure, my family was a little conservative, but isn’t that true? If it is, there are a lot of men out there hiding in the closet.

My first experience with this was eye opening. Growing up, I was always a tom boy. Again, shocking. I loved playing in the dirty, toy cars, and climbing trees. My best friend at the time was a boy whose name I won’t say. God, what if he reads this blog? He was always a little on the feminine side, but that might be because of me too. To please my mother I forced him to play with barbies. She worried that I would grow up with the boys and not the girls. Sorry Mama, I knew what I was doing.

Oral sex was the last thing on my mine, well, until I watched my first porn.

After watching that first xxx rated movie, I gained enlightenment on many things. One being that cum looked delicious. So white and creamy. One could consider the cream on top of the cherry. After that, I had sex with a guy, and if I am being honest, it scared me to death. No, we didn’t use a condom and the last thing I wanted was to get pregnant. A good little Catholic girl doesn’t do that. It would shame the entire family, plus ewwww. I never want any crotch goblins to ruin my life.

Immediately I sought the help of my best friend. I explained what happened and the smile on his face scared me. As he explained, “The only way not to get pregnant is if I suck all that out of you!” I screamed, well, not too loud, but it was a scream. He wanted to perform oral sex on me to prevent me from getting knocked up.

Unable to think of another way, I agreed.

Hiding in the bedroom I showed him my shame. Removing my soiled panties, I laid back on his bed, spread my legs, and allowed the jizz to flow free. As shocking as it was, nothing compared me for the next few minutes. My legs open wide, he climbed between them and shoved his entire face in my slit. It was my first AMSR experience. He sucked on the tiny hole, slurping up all the cum. His tongue pushing in to make sure the walls sparkled when he finished. I’ve never seen someone devour cum like that since. It reminded me of a man starved getting his first meal in forever.

“You need to promise me that if this happens again you bring it to me!”

Of course, I agreed. Who would turn down vacuum lips? Not me. Plus, I came when he cleaned me, so that was a bonus to the entire experience. What happened next was the real eye opener. I told him that the same boy wanted me to give him oral sex. Not knowing anything, my best friend assured me that he could show me how. Now it was convincing the other boy to let him do it, and not me. I only wanted to watch. You know, learn by example. If he wanted oral sex he would have to accept it from another guy, not me. It wasn’t hard to convince him. A blow job is a blow job no matter who is sucking.

I watched my best friend get on his knees and take every inch of that cock down his throat. Shocked, I gagged a little when I heard the slurping sounds, he made. It reminded me of when my sister ate spaghetti and sucked up the wet noodles. Loud and wet. The guy getting head didn’t know what to do. He stood there with his mouth wide open and moaning from the stimulation. I wish I could say this lasted a long time, but it was quick. About 2 minutes into the oral sex my best friend got what he wanted. A warm stomach filled will cum, and the pleasure of teaching me how to suck dick.

The only thing I learned that day was I needed to learn oral sex or always bring my best friend along.

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Gypsy gave it all for the right reasons

admin — Sat, 26 Aug 2023 14:27:16 +0000

Note:

In one of my books I write about a girl named Gypsy. Ironic right. It is a mafia based book and this is a piece from the next book. All the names are fiction except one. I thought I would share this piece. Just know, there is graphic sexual content and violence.

“Oh god, what did I do?” she screamed.

Sitting in the middle of the old warehouse, that was the last place on earth that Gypsy thought she would be. A date, yes, the night started with a date with a client. The first one in over a year. She knew this is what she needed to drive the thoughts of that man from her head. She would kill him off with the sins of the flesh, knowing he would never touch her again if she carried the scent of another in her veins. It was insanity that drove her back to Dave. Back to the man who started her in the business at 17 years old. The same man who gave her a fake ID and told her never to reveal her real age to anyone. Not even the client. He was disgusting, but he got her off the streets into a warm bed. Gypsy was finally away from her father and all his sickness, but was this any better? She was taking money from the same people that snuck in her nightmares and scraped the dignity from her soul.

“I have a request for you,” Dave said. He tossed that out before even saying hello to the young girl. He knew she was out of the business and raising her daughter away from the danger that seemed to follow her everywhere.

“Fuck you. I told you, fat ass, don’t call me again. I’m retired,” Gypsy growled into the phone. The last time she contacted Dave, she bought the office building he was renting and converted it to a hostel for teens. He should know better than to fuck with someone who held in her hand a black book that could destroy the character of most of Hollywood. Some of the secrets she vaulted were as dangerous as having a loaded gun to her head.

“Fifty grand. Please do what you want with it. The client is offering big money just for a couple of hours of your time. Come on, Mary, do this for me. I need the cash,” Dave begged. He used her legal name. Something was up because he had never called her that in the past. That sent her spidey senses into overdrive. What if Frank Paloma was reaching out from beyond the grave? God, that fear was itching at her soul right now.

“Alright. When and where. I am not letting anyone come to my home. Fax me over a location, dress requested, and a time. Just remember, this is the last time I do this, Dave. I don’t want to be a part of your bullshit business anymore, and before the date, I want the wire transfer into my account. All of it, not just the normal retainer fee,” she said. She would regret this later, but right now, the money would be an excellent donation to Children of the Night. What a fucking hypocrite she was. She was giving flesh money to a charity fighting to get kids off the street and away from this kind of abuse.

The sound of the fax machine sent chills up and down her spine. She hadn’t heard that particular nonsense in a year. Thankfully she had a live-in Nanny for her daughter so that Grace would be fine. Gypsy trusted none, but the Nanny seemed to be decent enough.

Dinner was the plan according to the sheet. She would wear a black dress, stockings, and he requested 4-inch heels. That added to her 5ft 10-inch stature would make her over 6 ft tall. She hoped that this man was a giant or she would tower over him. Thankfully, she already has a closet filled with clothing from her escort days that would suffice his needs.

“Gracie girl, Mommy will be home soon. Be a good girl for the Nanny,” Gypsy smiled. Leaning down and kissing the top of her daughter’s head, it was bittersweet. She was betraying the promise she made to herself never to fall victim to a man again. Thankfully Grace would never know this part of her mother’s life. She would make sure that this time was the last. After tonight, Gypsy would block Dave’s number and never allow that pig back into her life.

Two hours later, pulling up to the hotel destination, her heartbeat so loud in her chest that she thought it would burst her eardrums. The loud banging on the door brought her back to reality. A young boy, well, he was probably older than she, banged on the window of her Porsche waiting for the keys. It was the Valet, and he was only doing his job, but she hated him at that moment. He was as much the enemy as the man she was meeting.

“Don’t scratch it, and don’t steal the change out of the ashtray. Seriously, don’t fuck with my car,” Gypsy said. As she dropped the keys into the boy’s hand, she felt eyes on her. Were they the kids? Or someone else? Strutting into the hotel as she owned it, her dress clung to her body like a second skin, and those heels. She loved those heels—4-inch spike stilettos with a diamond-encrusted toe that oozed money and class. Every man wanted her, and every woman hated her. She was the kind of woman that would smile to your face and laugh the moment you walked by when she was working.

“Miss Kennedy, it’s been so long. Are you here to meet someone?” Franco asked. She met Franco a year ago when she was meeting Frank for one of their dates. He helped her to her car after and made sure no one saw her on the way out. That night Frank was in one of his violent moods. She ended up with two broken ribs, a busted lip, and internal bruises that took months to heal. The twenty grand she made wasn’t worth the suffering she endured.

“It’s been far too long,” she smiled, leaning in to hug him. “I am meeting a client at the restaurant. Do you know who it is?” she asked.

Franco shrugged his shoulders, shaking his head, “No, Miss Kennedy, I haven’t heard of anyone waiting for you.” Franco was lying through his veneer teeth, but that was his job. He handled the guests even if they were the bottom feeders of the earth.

Sighing, she released the hug, thanking him, and walking off to the exclusive eatery located in the hotel. There was one for the public, and then there was this one. Stepping into the place, the first thing she noticed was it was empty. There was not another diner except for the man in the corner waiting for Gypsy to arrive. The closer she was, the more she dreaded this. Whoever he was, he knew enough about her to pay 50 grand for a few hours of her time. That meant it was serious.

As the man stood, he pulled the chair out for Gypsy, his eyes on her, but there was no hunger behind them. It took her a minute to think, but she knew who this was. God, she knew who he was and the damage he could do to her.

“Rocco Lucchese, it’s been far too long. What do I owe the pleasure of your company?” she asked. Gypsy’s heart was racing a million beats a minute. She had not seen this man since the night of the hit in Vegas. The same night she sat at a poker game watching six men play and found herself carried out covered in brain matter and blood. The man next to her lost his life, and the rest kept the game going as though it was second nature to them all. Maybe in their world, it was, but not in hers.

Rocco grabbed the wine bottle, removing the cork himself, before pouring both of them a glass of expensive red wine. Gypsy learned long ago that a man of his caliber never has a bottle corked for him. One reason for that is drugging. The other is that a man does certain things for himself. “I think you will find this to your liking,” Rocco said as he lifted the glass, taking the first drink. That was her cue to do the same. In families, the man’s taken care of before the woman. Gypsy never questioned mafia life. She kept her mouth shut about it.

As she leaned back in the chair, her leg crossed over the other as her toes clutched to keep her shoe on her foot. “I don’t mean this offensive, Rocco, but why are we meeting? Frank is gone, I’ve sworn not to speak, so why?” she asked.

A slight chuckle from the man across the table from her as Gypsy spoke. He was amused at her brazed question. “Well, Miss Kennedy, you know too much. You’re a liability, and I am sure you understand the concern that I have about one day talking in your sleep?” he said. With his hand wrapped around the crystal goblet, Rocco took a deep breath before speaking. “There is a gun pointed at you under the table. You will slowly rise and walk to the door. Outside, a limo is waiting for us both. We need to take this conversation to a private location,” Rocco said.

Gypsy knew it. Dave set her up, knowing that this was going to be the takedown he wanted. She stole his business, so he’s going to steal her life—fair trade in the world of an escort. Raising, Gypsy did as told. On the way out, she thanked Franco once again, but this time there was sarcasm in her voice. He had to know that something was going to happen—another victim to the downfall of society.

Twenty minutes later, after a long silent drive, they arrived at the same pier where Frank met his end. Before she could question the destination, the door opened, and Rocco pushed her from the car. Those 4-inch heels were suddenly a regret. “Fuck, do you need to be so rough? I’m a god damn female,” she spat.

Holding the door on the way out of the limousine, Rocco laughed. “You’re a whore. Let’s face it, Miss Kennedy, you’re bought and paid, so whatever I say or do, is acceptable,” he added. “Let’s go inside where it’s warm. Not the warm that Frank met, but out of the chill of the night air,” Rocco said.

Exhaling slow, she walked ahead, pulling the old rusted handle of the warehouse door open before entering. It was dark, dank, and wet. Also, the smell of fish burned her nose. “God damn, could you have picked a better place? I can’t stand the scent of rotting fish,” she growled, her words sharp and to the point—a few more steps in, and her shoes ruined from the collection of water on the floor. The last time Gypsy lost a pair of shoes, Gypsy had slit her wrists and prepared to die. This time, she knew she was going to visit the other side for an extended stay.

“Take the clothes off, everything. I might as well get off first. Plus, I did pay for it,” Rocco smirked, licking his lips as he watched the tall blond. Standing, he rubbed his dick through his pants, almost salivating from the view. Frank was the only one in the group to fuck her, and the stories he told had his dick throbbing.

“Are you serious? I thought you had more respect for your wife than to fuck another woman?” Gypsy said. She was trying to buy a little time but knew in her heart that shit wasn’t going to fly this time. These men could care less about who they sink their dick into. One hole was as good as another.

“Whatever,” she said. Reaching down, she pulled the dress up from the hem, yanking it off over her head. The only thing she had on was a pair of black silk panties that left nothing to the imagination. She would have worn something less revealing if she knew this is what they would find the body wearing. She could only hope that Grace never looked the cause of her mother’s death when she got older.

“Those too!” Rocco pointed to the panties.

As Gypsy slipped them off, she took the small pocket knife from the silk, knowing this was her only hope of living. She wouldn’t leave this earth without a fight. Rocco should understand that by the demise of Frank Paloma.

With the use of one finger, she’s beckoned forward, pushed to her knees the moment she came within a foot of Rocco. As the bile built in her stomach, she rested in a puddle of sludge. God knows what kind of bacteria grew in that filth.

“Take my dick out and open your mouth,” Rocco grunted. He didn’t ask, he demanded, but then again, he did pay fifty grand for tonight.

With a curl of her lips, Gypsy looked up as her fingers shook. Pulling his zipper down to release his manhood, he was smaller than most but still sprung to life when removed from the confines. “Wow, impressive,” she lied. God, she loved to build a man up only to take him down minutes later. With her mouth opened wide, she swallowed him down, making him lose all thoughts. She gave stroke into her mouth before she slowly inched her hand up his thigh, placing the blade on the side of his dick. The moment she pulled back, the head locked in her teeth, Gypsy ran the knife across the base. Shaking her head from side to side, she fell back due to the slippery ground, his cock coming with her.

“You ripped my dick off,” Rocco screamed.

As she looked up, pulling the member from her mouth, Gypsy smirked, high on the rush of winning. Pointing her finger at Rocco, laughing, she couldn’t help it. Reality hadn’t set in yet. “Wow, you were small before, but now, Jesus, you’re pathetic,” she laughed.

Rocco took a few steps before falling to the ground, his face in a puddle of stagnant water. Every scream filled his lung with the fluid, drowning him in his blood and filth. It was then that reality hit. She had killed a man. It wasn’t just any man, but the boss of a very prominent family. Rocco Lucchese was dead in the most horrific of ways.

“Oh fuck, what have I done?” she whispered. The noise from the rafters let her know she wasn’t alone.

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100 Word Sex Stories

Gypsy — Thu, 13 Jul 2023 21:18:52 +0000

100 WORD SEX STORIES

Her mouth aches as he pulls apart her jaws with the spreading device. Tears rolling down her cheeks, he uses his index finger to manipulate her throat. His cock is straining to enter the wet cavity, but not yet. Not until he makes sure she has no gag reflex left. Seeping from the corners of her mouth, saliva trickles down her puffed cheeks. Fingers pushed in and out of her mouth, it’s only when she screams that his cock knows she can take all of him. Ten inches of hot pulsating cock hovers over her mouth, anticipating his first thrust.

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Oral sex with a secret rock star

Gypsy — Tue, 06 Jun 2023 13:04:24 +0000

“He’s expecting you. The other guests have arrived, but you are to meet him in the office. If you will follow me!” Little did I know I was meeting the God of Oral Sex.

Straight to the point, the Butler spoke in a heavy British accent. He was about 5o, grey hair, and slender. He looked like he could have fallen from a James Bond movie and landed right here. In my head, I had named him Jeeves.

“Gypsy, so nice to see you. I trust you got everything you needed?”

In awe, my head shook a little. I was standing in the same room as this man whom I had fantasized about so often. His voice was that of an angel, but I knew he was no saint. He was a pure devil. All the tabloids confirmed he was one of the biggest assholes in Hollywood. Right now, though, he was perfect. Biting down on my bottom lip, I needed to pull myself together. This was no way for a grown woman to behave.

“Of course. The flight was nice, and the room, well, it’s beautiful.”

After a 3 second internal fight with my common sense, I was back. There is no possible way that I want to be a star gazing little fool. He enlightened me about the party going on. It was a new album release. Living the life he did, it wasn’t profitable for him to settle with one woman. Since he wanted sex later, I was a sure thing.

As the clean crew worked diligently on the house, the two of us retired to the pool. Clothing dropping on the cement patio. I love sex in the water. Shocked, he was well endowed. So much so that I gasped a bit, giving him the ego boost he was seeking. Every man likes to know he can pleasure a woman. He would please me repeatedly with that monster cock.

“Lay back on the edge of the pool. I haven’t had a pussy I wanted to eat in years. Yours is magnificent.”

I swear I blushed. I have never had my pussy complimented like that before. Doing as told, I laid the towel on the concrete. My legs remained in the water as he spread me open. How can you prepare for this? He was, well, who he was, and I was a whore. Starting at my toes, he suckled each digit into his mouth, his tongue tracing them in a seductive dance. I will admit that I love this. It’s erotic the way he played each little piggy. He was making love to the perfectly manicured little tootsies. He sucked each one as though it was my clit, and he was trying to make me cum. Honestly, I almost did a few times.

He promised me intense oral sex.

One foot, and then the other, his mouth worked its way up to my heated center. By now, there was a delicate trickle of liquid love trailing from my pussy. He blew softly, his air enveloped my wet lips, sending shivers up and down my spine. Between the night air, and his mouth, I was on the edge of explosion. It was too soon to come. I didn’t want to ruin this. A swirl of his tongue over my clit, I had to reach down and grab the pool’s edge to stop myself from riding his face. I’m sure he would like it, but I didn’t know his boundaries yet.

“Oh fuck, don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

Whimpering, my voice called out like a beacon. Being a vocal lover, I know that most men love when a woman encourages them. The actions of his tongue proved that to be true. Dividing my slit with the tip of his oral muscle, my clit throbbed the moment he wrapped his lips around the bundle of nerves. My shaking couldn’t be sedated. The talents of his oral skills had a flood of fluids dripping down my crack, pooling beneath my ass.

A hand crept down my body, tangling in his hair, I fed him my sweet entrance, lost each time his tongue dipped into my tiny pink rim. A circle drawn around my precious little peach, I heard him sucking the sweetness from my honeycomb. He was slurping from the fountain, my pussy squirting into his mouth. I drenched his face with my sweet, liquid love. Cumming was a surprise. I had the moment he pushed the tip inside of me. The tip of his tongue that is. His dick would come soon, but right now, the waves of rapture cascaded through my veins, and heaven found. I love oral sex.

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Sunday Sinful Dreams of Blasphemy

Gypsy — Sun, 21 May 2023 14:34:38 +0000

Since the beginning of time, the fight between good and evil has been prevalent in the Catholic church. Most of it swept under the rug, well, until recent years. With the uncovering of molestations, the entire religion took a brutal hit from the believers and the non-believers—most of them taking a step back until the world moved on to its next conflict.

The Catholic church is now under investigation for the sexual contact between Priests and young male parishioners. At Sacred Heart, that is only the tip of the iceberg where the abuse begins and ends. Gypsy knew the moment she walked into the small chapel where the Nuns prayed that she was in for the fight of her life. Someone opened the doors for the Devil and offered up a soul to take. A young Nun in exchange for a large amount of cash. What is one life when you have twenty more waiting to take her place?

As she entered the small foyer, the first thing Gypsy noticed was the strong scent of smoke. Not incense, but cigar smoke. It was pungent and burned her nose the moment she shut the oversized wooden door. There is no smoking allowed on the church grounds, and this was a place not accessible to anyone but the church staff. Heaven forbid, a Priest was not polluting himself with something as vile as smoking a cigar.

I knew something Sinful was coming my way.

“Hello?” she called out. The doors to the main chapel opened only a crack. “You can’t smoke in here? It’s a church,” Gypsy added. As she stood frozen in place, the sound of a male clearing his throat came from the other side of the door. There was someone in there.

“Come in here, Sister,” the voice called out.

Gypsy stood for a moment. She knew the moment she opened the door, she would come face to face with the evilest being. Were the bowels of hell on the other side of the door and the scent she smelled flesh burning from the souls he stole? Or had someone made their way off the streets and ended up in the chapel. Was the voice the fear that she felt rushing through her veins, or was the male a temptation she could never resist? To be lured to the other side of the wall is a test of faith and willpower. At 19, Gypsy was weak in both areas.

“Sister, you will do as I say,” he called out again. A soft tap of fingertips on the polished wood inside the chapel echoed out into the front of the building. The man is losing patience, and though unknown to the young Nun, that is the last thing she wants to happen. An idle mind is the Devil’s playground, and though this man lives on the topside of the earth, his connections to hell run deep.

Gypsy slowly advanced, the tips of her fingers tapping the doorknob. It’s something you do when you fear fire on the other side of the wall. Noticing it was cool, she slipped inside the room, not bothering to open the door any farther. Her petite frame allowed her to glide in without effort. It took a minute for her eyes to adjust to the change in light, but when they did, she noticed the man sitting at the front of the church, a billow of smoke rising from his lips.

He sat there like a King without a crown.

“You can’t smoke in here. The Mother Superior strictly forbids anyone other than members of the church in the portion of the grounds. I can show you to the other church if you wish,” she spoke in a meek voice.

A loud burst of laughter radiated from the front of the church as the male ashed his cigar on the carpet of the old building. His eyes never diverted from the young Nun who graced him with her presence. He knew she was attractive, but this girl had the face of an angel, and he was sure that under that bullshit the church forced her to wear, she was exquisite. He could almost taste the honey that poured from her core.

“I can assure you that your Mother Superior has no reason to punish me for smoking here. She’s busy sucking the dick of the Bishop right now, so let’s leave her be, okay?” said the male. As he lifted his cigar to his lips again, she noticed the ring on his finger. Unable to make it out, Gypsy knew that was something special. Maybe this man was not the Devil after all, but then again, was he a wolf in sheep’s clothing? “Come forward and pray for me, sister. I am a sinner, and you need to ask God to forgive me for my indiscretions,” he laughed. Snapping his fingers to get her attention, he pointed to the ground in front of him when he had it.

“Down on your knees. You will take communion from me today,” he smirked.

Gypsy shook her head back and forth, her knees trembling as she advanced, “Please don’t ask this of me. I can’t do this.”

Sitting up, he pulled his zipper down, removing his flaccid cock from his pants, “Get on your fucking knees before I rip the back of your throat out with the head of my dick!”

Tears pouring down her cheeks, Gypsy advanced to kneel between the legs of the man, her eyes on his cock. She knew that he intended to hurt her, and she feared the pain that came from within his soul. As Gypsy wrapped her hand tight with the rosary, the young Nun moved in, her tongue slithering up the thick underbelly of his massive member. If he was this large at a soft stage, she knew when his erection raged on that she would taste blood in her mouth. Nothing about this man hinted at being loving and sensual.

Using the hand that held the cigar, he wrapped his hand in the back of her veil. He slowly pushed her mouth down on his dick, not stopping until her warm oral cavity fully engulfed the semi-hard member. A soft growl and his hips pushed up to force the young Nun to whimper for air. “Suck my cock, you fucking whore. Suck my dick for Jesus,” he laughed, Releasing his hand only to ash the cigar in the middle of her back. His hand quickly went back to the veil she wore, holding it tight as his balls smacked her chin.

Sinful desires make for a ravishing Sunday.

Gargles of saliva in her throat, Gypsy felt the tears pouring down her cheeks. She was gagging and choking when his cock reached the full erection, suddenly tasting the copper as it poured down her throat. He had no mercy on the young girl. As her nostrils flared, she fought for each breath she took, not knowing if that would be her last.

Grunting with every thrust, the male pulled back, leaning down to spit on her saliva-covered face. “In the name of God, forgive this little fucking slut for taking the seed of someone other than her husband,” he growled, pushing her head back down in his dick. Three more thrusts and the cum spilled from the head of his dick, ropes of heat flooding her throat. He would not stop until his balls once again sagged with relief.

Pouring from her mouth and nose, the semen of from man stained Gypsy with unbearable heat. Falling back, the young Nun lay on the chapel floor, her eyes fixed at dilated on the stained glass of the ceiling.

The male stood and pushed his cock back into the confines of his tailored slack. As he hovered over the young Nun, he pinched the cigar to collect up some of the ash with one finger. Leaning down, he placed the cross on her head with the soot, smirking, “I’ll make my donation on the way out. It was a good prayer session, Sister.”

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