Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Perks of the Job

I had to travel to a nearby city to give a presentation. This was not something I was particularly looking forward to. The plan was to drive there, give the presentation and then drive home. The inner greenie in me screamed at the sheer waste of this trip. But the inner greenie doesn't get much of a say at work. As a consolation, a quick calculation showed I couldn't do this trip in the maximum time allowed to be on duty. So I would have to stay the night.

Sometimes health and safety laws aren't so stupid.

So I drive down there and meet up with the local office manager. I give the presentation, answer a few questions from the audience and hand out my information pamphlets. We all meet up, have a nice dinner and a few drinks. I have far too many and despite my best efforts, the others are all very dutiful and made their way home so they aren't completely useless at work.

I stagger back to my hotel and along the way stop at a convenience store to buy a greasy, regrettable piece of "food" and some porn mags. The regional office seems to be populated with incredibly hot women, all of which are married but still wore some very appealing outfits. My cock had been pressing up against my pants all night and led to some rather awkward waiting for the stall and not urinal in the bar's toilets.

I find my way to my room and let myself in. I sit down in the chair and begin to take my shoes off. Someone is at the door. I open up and one of the housekeeping girls tells me there is something she needs to look at in the bathroom, apparently there was something not done earlier in the day.

She was about my height, very slender build, and had flowing red hair. What really stood out was her ass. It was for lack of a better description: outstanding.

I wobble over to the chair and continue my undress. Socks, tie, belt, shirt untucked. I'm as undressed as I can be with a stranger.

The housekeeper walks over to me, my hand props up my head.

"It's all ok, no problem in there"
"Brilliant, thanks for that"
"Big night?"
"I thought it wasn't, but it seems to be catching up to me now"

Her eyes trace a path to the little table to the left of me.

She giggles a little and points at the table. I look at it, it's where I chucked the magazines in a drunken blur and forgot about them.

"Porn rounds out any night"
"That's an interesting theory"
"You are welcome to stay and explore the idea further"
"I don't think my boyfriend would like that"
"I'm sure he would, probably not with me though"

She says good night and walks towards the door, my eyes following the beautiful curves of her body. She stops short of the room door and crouches down to adjust some piece of furniture, and then shifts position to retie her shoe. She gets up and bends over to check something on the far side of her trolley full of stuff. This allows me an almost perfect view, her curved ass not showing any signs of being hemmed in by underwear. She pushes the trolley out the door and leaves.

My mind races with the visual images. Filled with lust I arch my back and slide off my pants, all the while trying to unbutton my shirt. My cock is in an uncomfortable position inside my own underpants and hard as a rock, it pops out the side. The underpants soon gone, I grab the magazines, rip open the duvet and leap into bed. It's a cold night and I quickly feel the chill of the air.

I stretch out as far as I can, and jerk away. I flip from page to page, magazine to magazine, mature models, models with fantastic tits, the anal sex special of another issue. My mind is full of them and my boozy confidence makes the fantasies run even wilder. Wanking when very drunk is a race against time. Will you cum before you pass out?

I could feel my pelvis tighten and my leg muscles tense up. I sink back into the bed and furiously move my hand up and down. I have enough coordination to stop a second before and switch to rubbing my very sensitive frenelum. An arc of cum shoots out and lands on my chest. Another arc shoots out and lands next to it. Two further streams shoot out and land in my pubes. The last dribbles out, sliding down the shaft.

I catch my breath just as I pass out.

I wake up in the exact position 9 hours later. The sheets have soaked up all of last night's action and are a little crinkly to the touch. I get ready to leave and leave a nice tip. I make my way home. I look forward to other work trips!

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Sugasm #163

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #164? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
Another Night With My Beer Buddy
“She nodded, her eyes closing with pleasure, his arm working.”

Blowjob in Red
“My voice descended into lust.”

Her dirty talk got me off. twice.
“Why does that turn me on so goddamn much?”

Sugasm Editor
Sex Work And Honesty: The Correct Answer

Editor’s Choice
Stockinged Feet

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Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Is Sex Positivity Bad for Feminism?
The Mark

NSFW Pics, Videos and Audio
Deviantly Different -HNT
Katrina Darrell Bikini Pictures from American Idol

Sex and Politics
It’s All Over Now Baby Blue…

Erotic Writing and Experiences
Ah, those heels
The Classless in Stripperville
Domination Fantasy
Fucking Ratios, Part 1
Fun With Rose
Kiss Me
Lisa’s torments 2 & 3
Naughty Photoshoot!
A Perfect Welcome
The Reunion
Wet. Confession #258
Wet Spot #1 (Crescent Moons)
Wild Dream

Sex Advice
Nookie Tip
Solo Lady Love - Women and Masturbation
Steps Towards Enjoying Sex

BDSM & Fetish
Carnal Conversations
Cop Performs Subdrop Aftercare
Dream Whore
Explaining Cell Popping
A Pain-Drenched Rolling Stone Gathers No Moss
Poetic license

Sex News, Reviews, and Interviews
The Hitachi Magic Wand - How it saved (or literally started up) my sex life
Pasties: Tassel Twirling 101
Race Play Interview, Part I
Radio Interview Tonight!

Wednesday, April 01, 2009

Fun with Rose

Several weeks ago I found myself in a position of having to take a day off work. I quite like it when this happens! Full pay for not working, it's a good deal!

I also hadn't had a chance for some time to visit the knocking shop. I'd kept a weak monthly schedule, but sometimes it just doesn't work out to plan. It had been a few months so I figured it was time to go.

I had a wank in the shower, got dressed, invented some reason to go out that night ("for a drive to clear my head") and headed off.

I arrived and was introduced to the two ladies currently free. I always have problems with the small talk in the lounge. What exactly do you say? I try my best at asking how the day was going, the weather and then I run out of steam. I know why I am there, she knows why I am there, why go through the hassle? Unless she is from another country, then I am a master conversationalist. This particular night, I sat down next to Rose, from Korea, and had a great old chat.

We went upstairs and I jumped in the shower. Rose 'helped' me dry myself, resulting in making me hard.

Rose gave me a massage, and while doing so, ran her fingernails up the length of my cock. Which was becoming increasingly uncomfortable to lie on. I rolled over onto my back and Rose straddled my chest and slowly rubbed her breasts across my face and I licked her nipples.

By this time, my cock was standing bolt upright from me, Rose reached her hand around and ran it up the length. She dismounted me, slipped on a condom, and began licking slowly. Maybe I am just part of the frenzied Generation Y who must be always kept amused, but I get a little bored. I like to play, fondle, rub and I have two free hands when the lady is going down on me. I shifted a little so I could do all these things.

Rose's head was bobbing up and down and I saw her hand begin to drift towards her pussy. My hand found its way down there. She stopped and asked if I wanted to finger her, which I most certainly would. She rolled on her back and I sat up and shuffled forward, I asked her what I should do and slowly, gently rubbed her clit.

Her hands were guiding mine and picking up where I missed. She told me to go faster, which I did until she announced that she was cumming. I kept on doing what I was doing when she let out a gasp and her pussy convulsed over and over.

She stopped and bent her head up, then said there was another one, and started playing with herself again, furiously rubbing her clit. She came again.

Her hair was messed up and she leaned forward, dragging her breasts from my legs, over my cock, over my chest until we were face to face. She whispered into my ear that she wanted to see me cum. Still face to face, she swung her leg over and lowered herself onto my straining cock.

I was so close already, but I wanted to hold out for a bit. She bounced up and down the full length of my cock and I would thrust upwards to meet her. I felt the edge approaching, and slowed down. She rolled over onto her back and I eased into her. I had only ever tried missionary once before, and despite it being somewhat vanilla, I like it.

The process of getting ever closer and backing off continued a while longer. We changed between doggie, missionary, her on top a few more times. In the end, she was on top and said that she was going to cum again. This time, the convulsions I had only previously observed, I felt as she was wrapped around my cock.

This sent me screaming, I said I was going to cum and with her completely lowered on my cock, she rocked back and forth. As the videos show, I don't make much noise when I cum, but sometimes something slips out, this was one of those times.

I counted 6 spurts (I think), and sunk back into the bed. Rose got off me, peeled off the condom, and said something which took me back.

I am good at sex.

Some people are apparently rubbish. Some are apparently good. I fit into the latter group. Now, I know I am terrible at talking to girls, but I am pretty reasonable at picking the truth. Years of feeling awkward has helped me know when someone is feigning interest or amusement.

Truth or not, I had a fantastic time. I plan to head back in a few weeks, I hope she is there again!