So I had stayed the night at Snow Bunny's house one night and when I woke up she was already taking calls in her underwear. She had one of those jobs that some people dream about; customer service over the phone, from home. The longer someone works at one of these type of jobs the fewer clothes they wear while on the clock. Think Lord of the Flies meets casual Friday.
I still wasn't wearing anything from the night before and must have been having some pretty good dreams judging from how stiff I felt. As I got out of bed I let the covers slide off me to the floor and walked over toward her. She smiled, reached out a hand and started stroking me a little, all the while still talking to the customer on her phone. I walked around behind her like I was headed toward the kitchen, then stopped behind her and reached around to fondle her breasts and kiss her neck. The whole time she was advising a customers of some new policy change. I pinched her nipples gently, first one and then the other, as I began nibbling on her colar bone. I reached down to touch her bare leg and began to trace a line up between her thighs. "..thanks for calling!" She said breathlessly and I could tell that the customer was about to hang up so I started to pull away teasingly.
"That's totally not fair!" She said turning around. She reached out and started playing with my cock again then flipped the microphone on her headset up and started sucking on the head while gripping the shaft. Suddenly she pulled me out of her mouth with a loud popping sound and spun around to un-mute her microphone.
"Thank you for calling!" she said in a chipper voice "How may I help you today?" Now is my chance. I thought to myself and crawled around in front of her under the desk. I pushed her legs open and decided the time for teasing was over. Pulling her panties aside I went in tongue first. "Uuummmm.." her voice waivered as she spoke to the person on the other line. She composed herself momentarily and in a few seconds was asking for any further questions. This time, though, I didn't stop when the call ended. She started moaning as soon as she hit the mute button on her phone and I slipped a finger inside her wet pussy.
After a minute or so I told her to stand up. Pushing her chair out of the way as she rose, I moved behind her again. Only this time I ran my hand up the back of her neck. She let out a loud moan as I firmly knotted my fingers in her hair and slowly pushed her down onto the desk.
My cock throbbed against her pussy through the thin fabric of her panties for a second before I stipped them off of her. I smacked her ass hard once before pushing the head of my cock into her pussy. I teased her with just the tip for a second, but I could tell that she wanted a whole lot more so I eased all of it inside her inch by inch; pulling out a little bit before putting it in deeper with each thrust.
Soon I was slamming into her hard and the sounds of moans and blasphemies filled the room. A change on her computer monitor caught my attention and I slowed down for a second. She reached over and hit the un-mute button. "Thank you for calling.." I let her get half-way into the call before I started sliding in and out of her again. The closer to the end of the call she got the more I teased her. Fondling her breasts, kissing her neck then reaching down and rubbing her clit by the time she got to "..any further questions? Thanks for calling." She hit a button on her phone to stop the calls from coming in so she could take her scheduled break. "Oh God! Give it to me!" she yelled.
I remember grabbing her hips and riding her really hard as she came. Her legs quivered a bit and her moans got quiet all of a sudden. She slumped down on the desk and after a minute or so I pulled out of her and walked back over to the bed. She sat down in her chair for a second and finally took her headset off. "Oh, wow!" She breathed then looked over at me, then at my still hard cock, wet from her orgasm. She smiled... I could tell that she wasn't done just by the look in her eyes and after a short break she climbed into bed with me and pushed me onto my back for more fun. It seemed that she wanted to repay me for all the teasing I did earlier. She had both hands on my hard shaft and occasionally played with my balls, then leaned down and wrapped her lips around the tip She sucked hard on it as she bobbed up and down. Her hand stroked the shaft in time with each up and down motion and I could feel the vibration of her gentle moans as her tongue ran across the bottom side of my cock I knotted my fingers into her hair and she moaned louder.
By this time every muscle in my body was clenched. I knew I couldn't hold out much longer and I was having a really hard time laying still. I desperately wanted to thrust my now throbbing, veiny cock into her. I drew her up toward me and she quickly replaced her hot, wet mouth with an even hotter, wetter pussy. "Oh my god ride it!" I yelled, clutching her bouncing breasts in both hands. "Don't stop!"
I pounded into her hard enough to set her a little off balance so she leaned forward and shoved her titties in my face. I sucked on one of her nipples and grabbed her ass. Then I reached up with my other hand and pulled back on her hair. I pushed up and sank deep inside of her. It felt good. Really good. So good in fact that I could feel a tingling in my balls. Again I thrusted hard and she let out a loud cry of ecstasy. Then I felt it all at once. My whole body tensed up hard and I pounded her as I began to cum. With each upward push my cock swelled and pulsed as it shot deep inside of her. After a few seconds I felt it slow down a little as it thumped in time with my racing heart. Snow Bunny ground it a little deeper into her pussy which made me jump a little. She giggled as she climbed off. "Best break I've had in a while!"
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Cheating
I've been cheating again.
It's always fun to start with something profound like that, ya know? A heavy statement to make all the girls that know me forget about what they were doing five minutes ago and grab a frying pan out of the kitchen. I can practically hear the clanking of cooking utensils now. "Where's that one?" They're thinking to themselves. "The really big one with the notches in the handle. It's got to be here somewhere."
Well, before you call me to arrange a Desperate Housewives version of Fight Club let me clarify some things... It's not what you think... Really... Can't we talk about this? Please just put the skillet down for a moment and keep reading.
Okay. So about four and a half years ago my old roommate left and joined the marines. He's like a brother to me and I told him he would always have a home here. Then, while he was stationed in North Carolina, he met a girl and got married. It was at that point that I realized that he was probably not moving back and I finally decided to go ahead and rearrange his room a bit. Then, sometime in mid 2011, I received a call from him and we talked for a while. He explained how he had recently gotten a divorce and how he had been researching a college in my hometown. Basically, in ten months when his tour is up he'll be moving back in.
Fast forward to about three weeks ago when I ran into an old friend. A very old friend. We're talking about a person I haven't seen or talked to since the sixth grade. As much as my family moved around when I was a kid it's amazing that anyone from anywhere remembers me at all. Needless to say it was quite the shock and was really a bit of a life changing event. Evidently I'm a much more memorable person than I had ever given myself credit for. Anyways, it turned out that he had just moved back here from New York and needed a place to stay. How could I say no?
Unfortunately this is where everything gets confusing. Society has a bunch of crazy, unwritten rules that everyone is supposed to abide by. Most of these rules I actually abhor, but still find their twisted sense of justice interesting.
I suppose in this case I've probably over analyzed cheating to a fault, but I can't help but wonder what makes it so horrible. Somewhere in our minds there is a switch that goes from calm and happy to hurt and vengeful when we find out that we've been cheated on. But in nature there are very few animals who mate for life. As a matter of fact, most of them have new partners frequently. Granted humans do strive to seperate themselves from the animals and I'm not exactly trying to single handedly repopulate the human race. That would be frightening. A new species of semi-intelligent sex-crazed, quirky bipedals who's main goal in life is to reshape the world the way they want to see it. The government may have let one pass inspection, but if we started gaining in numbers they would reopen hunting season to the brink of our extinction. On a side note I'm convinced that this is why there's only one of me left.
Anyways, when it comes to cheating society will tell you to forget all of your instincts, ignore your intuition and rebel against nature. It's one of those don't-even-think-about-doing-what-you-were-created-to-do rules. Just because that girl is hot and half naked doesn't mean you're allowed to think about her in suggestive ways. YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!
But wait! Actually I don't have a girlfriend at the moment. So where the hell am I going with all of this? That's where it gets a little tricky. This is why you can call off the lynching party: I'm roommate cheating. That is, while my first roommate is away I've got a second one on the side. What can I say? It's a relationship of convenience. It's not that I like my original roommate any less or my new roommate any more. They're both great to live with but for different reasons... I could probably go on, but I think you get the picture.
It's always fun to start with something profound like that, ya know? A heavy statement to make all the girls that know me forget about what they were doing five minutes ago and grab a frying pan out of the kitchen. I can practically hear the clanking of cooking utensils now. "Where's that one?" They're thinking to themselves. "The really big one with the notches in the handle. It's got to be here somewhere."
Well, before you call me to arrange a Desperate Housewives version of Fight Club let me clarify some things... It's not what you think... Really... Can't we talk about this? Please just put the skillet down for a moment and keep reading.
Okay. So about four and a half years ago my old roommate left and joined the marines. He's like a brother to me and I told him he would always have a home here. Then, while he was stationed in North Carolina, he met a girl and got married. It was at that point that I realized that he was probably not moving back and I finally decided to go ahead and rearrange his room a bit. Then, sometime in mid 2011, I received a call from him and we talked for a while. He explained how he had recently gotten a divorce and how he had been researching a college in my hometown. Basically, in ten months when his tour is up he'll be moving back in.
Fast forward to about three weeks ago when I ran into an old friend. A very old friend. We're talking about a person I haven't seen or talked to since the sixth grade. As much as my family moved around when I was a kid it's amazing that anyone from anywhere remembers me at all. Needless to say it was quite the shock and was really a bit of a life changing event. Evidently I'm a much more memorable person than I had ever given myself credit for. Anyways, it turned out that he had just moved back here from New York and needed a place to stay. How could I say no?
Unfortunately this is where everything gets confusing. Society has a bunch of crazy, unwritten rules that everyone is supposed to abide by. Most of these rules I actually abhor, but still find their twisted sense of justice interesting.
I suppose in this case I've probably over analyzed cheating to a fault, but I can't help but wonder what makes it so horrible. Somewhere in our minds there is a switch that goes from calm and happy to hurt and vengeful when we find out that we've been cheated on. But in nature there are very few animals who mate for life. As a matter of fact, most of them have new partners frequently. Granted humans do strive to seperate themselves from the animals and I'm not exactly trying to single handedly repopulate the human race. That would be frightening. A new species of semi-intelligent sex-crazed, quirky bipedals who's main goal in life is to reshape the world the way they want to see it. The government may have let one pass inspection, but if we started gaining in numbers they would reopen hunting season to the brink of our extinction. On a side note I'm convinced that this is why there's only one of me left.
Anyways, when it comes to cheating society will tell you to forget all of your instincts, ignore your intuition and rebel against nature. It's one of those don't-even-think-about-doing-what-you-were-created-to-do rules. Just because that girl is hot and half naked doesn't mean you're allowed to think about her in suggestive ways. YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!
But wait! Actually I don't have a girlfriend at the moment. So where the hell am I going with all of this? That's where it gets a little tricky. This is why you can call off the lynching party: I'm roommate cheating. That is, while my first roommate is away I've got a second one on the side. What can I say? It's a relationship of convenience. It's not that I like my original roommate any less or my new roommate any more. They're both great to live with but for different reasons... I could probably go on, but I think you get the picture.
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