The Collector XIII
Okay, as promised, here’s the one I skipped over to write about my blow job from Trish. This is sort of a sequel to my eleventh entry, about Eileen.
Eileen had told me about how another wife in the neighborhood, one of her friends, had gotten her to consider cheating on her husband. This other wife had a sexually neglectful husband and used that as rationale to sleep with other men. I don’t want to say whether I think that’s right or wrong. I’m obviously not the moralizing type. And besides, I’m also obviously not above putting my cock in the mouth of a married woman. At any rate, this other wife had gotten Eileen thinking along those lines and it wound up working out in my favor. I got a few blow jobs from Eileen out of the deal, so that was just fine with me. But even as Eileen and I were having our fun, I was wondering which neighbor it was. Who was she? What did she look like? Would she be interested in becoming part of my collection?
Now this wasn’t my neighborhood. I only spent time there because a friend of mine lived there and he and his wife traveled frequently. As such, I did a lot of house-and-dog sitting for them. It was a sweet deal for me, because it was a hell of a lot nicer than my apartment and it was also closer to where I worked. So when I house sat, I usually stayed over.
Part of my dog sitting responsibility was taking the dog, AJ, for a walk every day. This is how I met Eileen in the first place, so I never missed a chance to walk him. Several other women in the neighborhood recognized me and said hi to me when they saw me and AJ. Naturally, after my success with Eileen, I couldn’t help but think of them all as potential journal entries. Especially now that Eileen had told me there was at least one woman in the neighborhood looking for something on the side.
A little while after my encounters with Eileen, I was house sitting again. My buddy had asked me to take care of a little bit of yard work for him and I had said yes. I didn’t mind helping him out. After all, I was staying in his house, drinking his beer and wine and watching his big screen TV while he was away. So I couldn’t really bitch about some minor yard work. Besides, I like being outdoors when the weather is nice. And then there was the real reason, which was that I had an excuse to hang out in the front yard and check out all of the soccer moms going by. And, of course, give them a chance to check out me.
While I was out there, I saw a woman walking behind a young child on a bicycle. It was obvious by the way the woman followed that the kid was just learning to ride. She smiled, waved and said hi as they went by. They passed close to where I was working, so I got a pretty good look at her.
She was in her late twenties or early thirties. She had blonde hair, but she didn’t look like a natural blonde to me. She was short, maybe five-two or so and had a very nice build. She was thin, but with generous hips and supple breasts, probably about a C cup. Her ass was small and nicely shaped. She was wearing a jogging outfit, so I couldn’t see her legs, but I figured they probably looked as good as the rest of her. Her face was very pretty, with soft brown eyes, high cheeks, a brilliantly white smile and full rosy lips. Where I come from, lips like hers are called blow job lips. I felt a stirring in my pants as I thought about those lips wrapped around my throbbing cock.
She followed her son on his bike past me three or four more times, each time smiling and saying hi. At the time I thought I was just being arrogant, but I couldn’t help thinking that she was paying more attention to me than to her kid. I also couldn’t help noticing that she was wearing make up. Now obviously I didn’t know what she might have been doing beforehand. She might have come from somewhere and just not taken it off, but the impression she gave was that she was a woman who wanted to be noticed.
Now in the course of pursuing my collection, I’ve found a certain type of woman that I really enjoy. They’re usually around my age, late twenties to early thirties, although I’ve come across some older and some younger. One thing they all have in common is that they got married young and many of them also had children fairly early on. A large percentage of them married high school or college sweethearts. I found that many of these women, still married or not, were sexually restless.
At first, I assumed this was because they had married the first man, or one of the first men, they had slept with and they were wondering what they had missed out on. But I realized rather quickly that that was more of a guy’s way of thinking, not a woman’s. I’ve slowly developed a theory, but it’s still a work in progress. I’m always meeting women who challenge it.
The theory isn’t something I can summarize easily, but I’ll run through it and hit the key points. First, when many of these women got married, they were recently out of high school or college and usually still very much in touch with their peer groups–the people that they had in common with their husbands. Well, as time passes, high school and college friends often go their separate ways and suddenly, a large part of what a woman and her husband had in common is gone.
Next, many of these women loved school, participated in tons of extracurricular activities, were involved with everything and part of the “in” crowd. Now they’re dragging kids around the supermarket, driving minivans and feeling a bit lost and alone in a life they barely recognize.
In many instances they were accustomed to being popular. They were big fish in their little pools. In the wider world though, they become anonymous, just another face in a huge crowd.
All of these things, and quite possibly plenty of other factors, combine to make these women restless. When their husbands don’t step up and help them deal with these feelings, they begin to turn elsewhere.
That’s where I come in. Yeah, maybe that makes me a slimy opportunist, but the way I see it, they’re going to do what they’re going to do anyway. I’m not the cause for them being dissatisfied or disillusioned with their lives. I’m just giving them what they’ve already decided they want. I know that doesn’t make my part in it any less wrong. All I can say in my defense is that these women are smoldering with passion, just waiting for someone to fan their embers. They’re also, generally speaking, some of the best cock suckers I’ve ever had the pleasure to have known.
Which brings me back to the hot mom I was watching walk up and down the street behind her bike-riding son. She definitely had that look about her; that she was fishing for male attention. You don’t need any special radar to pick up on that. It’s usually pretty obvious. What’s not always clear is how much attention they’re looking for. That’s something that has to be played out carefully. It’s been my experience that many times they aren’t looking to do more than a little flirting, but, if a guy knows how to work it, things can easily go beyond the flirting stage.
Having watched her go by a few times, I decided to move a little closer to the sidewalk and wait for her to pass again. When she did, I had no trouble striking up a conversation with her. It was obvious she wanted to talk. She was very outgoing and friendly and did more than her fair share of keeping the conversation going. In the course of our talking she asked about, and I explained, my house sitting. She got a strange grin on her face as I told her about my friends’ frequent travels and how I took advantage of the opportunity by staying at their house.
“I’ll bet you’ve been taking advantage of it!” she laughed. I wasn’t really sure what she meant. She was obviously suggesting I was doing more than house sitting, which, of course, was sometimes the case. But why she would have said that to me like that, within minutes of meeting me, was a little unusual. We talked for almost twenty minutes before she said she had to go.
“I’m Pauline, by the way,” she said as she left. When I, in turn, introduced myself, Pauline gave me a strange smile, saying, “Yes, I know.” Then she left without further explanation.
It wasn’t until she was gone that it suddenly hit me who she was. She was the wife Eileen had been talking to. The one who had convinced Eileen it was okay to cheat on her husband if he was ignoring her needs. A few times in my talk with Eileen, she had almost let Pauline’s name slip.
Once I figured out who Pauline was, I wondered if Eileen had told her about our more recent encounters. I knew Pauline had been told about the first blow job Eileen gave me, but I had no way of knowing if Eileen had said more than that. I figured it would be best to assume that Pauline didn’t know about everything Eileen had told me, including the fact that Eileen had pretty much given away Pauline’s identity to me. So if I was going to pursue her, and I was thinking that I would, I’d have to be discrete.
Yeah, I know that sounds ridiculous coming from a guy who posts descriptions of the blow jobs he’s gotten on the internet. But I’m actually very discrete. Even if Pauline asked me flat out about Eileen, I would never give her a straight answer. And that’s the smart thing for a guy like me to do. Women aren’t going to be all that eager to suck my cock if they’re worried about me blabbing about it.
But whether Pauline knew about my conversation with Eileen or not, I did know that Eileen had at least told her about that first blow job. So Pauline had stood there chatting with me knowing that her married friend had sucked me off. I enjoyed thinking about that. To me, that made it seem like Pauline might be interested in a taste of me herself.
I had finished up most of what I was doing around my friend’s yard, but lingered on the last little bit. I was wondering if Pauline would go by again. Eventually, she did, but it wasn’t exactly what I was hoping for. She drove by in a big SUV full of kids in soccer uniforms. She smiled and waved as she passed and I waved back.
I figured that I’d run into Pauline again some time, maybe while taking AJ for a walk or something. So I got serious about finishing what I was doing in the yard and about fifteen minutes later, I was all but done. As I gathered up the tools I had been using, Pauline in her big SUV went down the street in the opposite direction and now only she was in it.
I slowed my pace a little, just to see if she would go by again, but she didn’t. I went inside, got a beer and forgot about Pauline for a little while. That was a Saturday and I had a date lined up for that night, so I really didn’t have time to think about then. As an aside, the date was with a nice girl and we had a good time, but I never did wind up getting her to suck my cock. Oh, well. Can’t win ‘em all.
I spent the night at my apartment, but came back to my friends’ house early Sunday afternoon. As I took AJ for a walk around the neighborhood, I was thinking about Pauline. I wasn’t entirely sure which house was hers, only the general area. I was pretty sure I had seen her and waved to her before, but I couldn’t remember specifics. I walked AJ through the part of the neighborhood where I thought she lived, but didn’t see her or her big SUV. Disappointed, I took AJ back to the house.
I was almost at the driveway when I saw Pauline driving down the street in the direction of her house. I paused, planning to give her a wave and a smile as she went by. But to my surprise, she stopped beside me and put down the passenger side window. “Hi. What are you doing?” Pauline asked, leaning across the front seat. I shrugged non-committally.
“Just walking the dog.” She was looking around and I’m not positive she really heard me. She asked if I knew where a certain shopping center was and I told her I did. “Can you be there in about thirty, forty minutes?” she asked. It was a rather unexpected question, and I’m sure the surprise showed on my face. “I need to ask you something,” she said. “But not here.” I could see she was anxious to be on her way. Whatever she wanted to talk about, she didn’t want to do it where her neighbors would see her. Knowing what I did about Pauline, I agreed to meet her.
As I drove over, I couldn’t help think about the location Pauline had chosen. It was an old shopping center that was part strip mall, part indoor mall. It was in a poorer part of town, half of its stores were empty and the other half was either discount stores or junk shops. It was a place that the people living in Pauline’s upscale neighborhood were unlikely to visit. I also couldn’t help thinking that this was looking too easy to be what I was hoping for.
I wandered through the half-empty mall like a casual shopper, while keeping an eye out for Pauline. She was a little late and looked a bit flustered. She surprised me by coming directly over to me. I guess she knew from past experience that the place was safe for her purposes.
“Hi. Sorry,” she said, slightly out of breath. “Had to drop the kids at a game first. I’ve got about half an hour before I’ve got to go get them.” Pauline turned to face a kiosk in the middle of the mall that sold ice cream. “That’s enough time for you to buy me an ice cream cone.”
Before I could say more than “Hi” to her, we were sitting on a bench with a couple of ice cream cones.
“So,” Pauline said. “How’s Eileen?” I gave her a blank look, eyebrows arched slightly. I like to think I have a pretty good poker face, but I couldn’t be sure I didn’t show a reaction to her unexpected question. “Come on,” she said with a smile. “I know about it.”
Now Eileen had told me that she had confided at least partly in Pauline, but I had no way of knowing how much she had said. And if Eileen wanted to tell Pauline everything, that was her business. But it wasn’t my secret to tell.
“I don’t know what you mean,” I said to Pauline. She tilted her head and gave me disbelieving smirk. I gazed right back at her, unflinching.
“Oooh,” she said, with a sly wink. “You’re good. But Eileen already told me everything.” “If someone wants to tell you her business, that’s up to them. But it wouldn’t my place to say anything. Besides,” I said, giving her a smirk of my own, “If she told you everything, why are you interrogating me?”
“Think you’re pretty smart?” she asked, still smiling. “Maybe I just want to hear your version.” She gave her ice cream cone a lick and winked at me again.
“I don’t know what ‘my version’ means.” I wasn’t going to give in. I know it seems like a double standard: I’ll describe in detail how a woman sucked my cock and put it up on the internet for anyone to read, but I wouldn’t even acknowledge my encounters with Eileen to Pauline. But there’s a huge difference. I am very careful to protect the identities of the women I write about. I don’t use their real names and I avoid describing them in a way that would make them identifiable (like a birthmark or something). In other words, you could be a friend, co-worker or even a husband of one of the women I’ve written about and not know it.
What Pauline was asking was for me to talk specifically about someone we both knew. That I wouldn’t do. I wouldn’t even, as in this case, confirm that anything had happened, though I had been told by Eileen that Pauline knew at least part of the story.
“Uh huh,” Pauline knew I was lying. “So, why won’t you tell me?”
“Tell you what?” I said, looking with a level gaze into her eyes.
“You know,” Pauline said in an exaggerated whisper. “Was she good?”
“Good?”
“You’re hopeless!” she said in mock exasperation, giving me a playful punch in the arm.
“You know,” now Pauline’s voice did drop to a whisper. “Does she, uh… you know, give good head?”
I turned and looked at Pauline, my eyes open wide in feigned surprise. “What makes you think I’d know?”
“‘Cause she told me you would!” Pauline replied, shouting in a whisper. We sat there eating our ice cream cones in silence for a few minutes. “Well?” Pauline persisted.
“Well what?”
“God, you’re impossible! Why won’t you just tell me? I obviously already know!”
“If Eileen wants to tell you her personal business, that’s up to her. I have no comment. Two reasons,” I continued, holding up my hand to keep Pauline from interrupting. “First, it’s not for me to talk about someone else’s business. Second, if,” I paused for emphasis. “If I was the kind of guy to mess around with a married woman, it would be damn foolish of me to go around talking about it. Don’t you agree?”
Pauline sat back and rolled her eyes, but she was still smiling. “Well, at least you’re discrete,” she said. “That’s good.”
“Why is that good?” I asked and turned to look at her. She shrugged and raised her eyebrows knowingly.
“I don’t know. Just seems like a good thing to know.”
We finished our ice cream without saying much more. Pauline looked at her watch. “Well, got to go pick up my soccer stars,” she said and stood up. “Thanks for the ice cream.” Then she slipped a piece of paper into my hand and walked away without looking back. I watcher her go, admiring the sexy bounce of her stride. I noticed that the shoes she was wearing had a higher heel than you’d expect a mom on her way to a soccer game to have on. They made her nicely shaped ass sway invitingly as she walked.
After she had gone, I glanced down at the slip of paper she had handed me. I already knew what it was: her email address. I stood up, slipped it into my pocket and left. While it’s tough to be positive about something like that, I was feeling pretty sure that I was going to be putting my cock into Pauline’s mouth in the not-too-distant future.
One giveaway was the choice of this half empty mall for our meeting. Then there was the subject of our brief conversation–Eileen giving me a blow job. The last clue was the email address she gave me. It was from a free email provider and the address itself gave no hint as to her identity. I was certain that her husband didn’t know about it.
I filed all of this information away in my brain as I left the mall. I would certainly write Pauline an email and see where things went. Thinking about those generous lips of hers, I knew where I was hoping things would go. Or, more specifically, I knew where I was hoping my cock would go–between those luscious lips.
I sent Pauline a bland nice-talking-to-you email that night. Very generic, in case the wrong person were to read it. It was more just to give her my email address and see what she had to say to me.
I got a reply around lunchtime the following day. Pauline had apparently not given up hope of getting me to talk about Eileen, but she had changed her tactics.
“You’re a nice, good-looking guy. I can see why Eileen really likes you.” Pauline wrote. I responded by asking why she kept asking about Eileen. What was she hoping to hear me say? I got a reply rather quickly. I wasn’t surprised. The middle of the day when the kids were at school and her husband at work would be the ideal time for her to send email discreetly.
“I know she gave you a blow job!” was Pauline’s reply. “And I want to hear about it! ;)”
“Why?” was all I wrote back.
“Because if you knew Eileen like I do, you’d be amazed that she did anything even remotely like that. I have to hear about it and she’s not very good at talking about it.”
“If someone wants to tell you their personal business, that’s up to them,” I wrote back. “How would you feel if it was Eileen asking these questions about you?”
“There wouldn’t be anything to tell.” Pauline replied. “Or would there? ;)”
“Other than the way you lick an ice cream cone, there isn’t much to tell.”
“Come on!” Pauline persisted. “Tell me about what she did!! PLEASE????”
I was getting bored with Pauline and her nosey questions. I had thought there might be an opportunity with her, but I didn’t really feel like working for it at the moment, blow job lips or not. I fired back an email that I hoped would either get things going or at least get her to stop bugging me about Eileen.
“I have some questions of my own,” I wrote back. “Do you squat or kneel? Spit or swallow?” I hit send and waited a few minutes. When no reply was forthcoming, I went back to doing what I was doing. I might have ruined any chance I had with Pauline, but at that moment I didn’t really care.
That may sound rash on my part, but let me explain. As turned on as I was looking at her ass and thinking about her supple lips on my shaft the day before, I was equally put off by her insistence on getting me to gossip. I have no time for that and I don’t have a lot of patience for people who do.
I was pleasantly surprised when, about an hour later, I got a reply from Pauline that didn’t include any mention of Eileen.
“Some things you just have to find out on your own.” she wrote. I kicked around how to reply for a few minutes before I decided to be blunt. I really didn’t want to trade emails with her if she was just fishing for dirt on her friend. On the other hand, if she was actually interested, we might as well cut to the chase.
“Ok. When?”
“Wow! You don’t fool around.”
“No. Do you?”
“I might.”
“Ok. When?” Frankly, I wasn’t all that into this conversation and thought I had given her a shit-or-get-off-the-pot three emails ago. Really, when I think back, Pauline was playing along the same as many other women had. It was probably only her nagging me about Eileen that had me irritated. I’m damn lucky I didn’t ruin a good blow job with my terse replies.
As it turned out, Pauline had made up her mind before she had given me her email address. The email sparring we did, and it lasted several days, was just her way of setting things up without having to come right out and tell me what she wanted. Even when she made a date with me, she was vague with her words.
“I can answer your questions at lunchtime tomorrow.” Pauline finally wrote. I assumed that she was referring to my blunt questions from our first email exchanges. Suddenly, I forgot all the things about our earlier conversations that had irritated me. All I could think about was Pauline’s deliciously tantalizing lips engulfing my throbbing cock.
It took several more emails, all equally vague, to nail down the details of our rendezvous. She would meet me at my apartment at lunchtime. She emphasized that I had to get there first. She didn’t want to be seen waiting outside. If no one was home when she arrived, she wasn’t going to hang around. And she didn’t want to be seen walking in with me either. All of this took quite a while to say in her indirect way and I almost got annoyed again. But the thought of her pearly white smile looking up at me, her lovely lips opening to accept me, well, it was enough to get me through those last few emails.
Being a housewife with school-age kids and a working husband, the middle of the day was the perfect time for Pauline. It wasn’t as perfect for me, but I told my boss I had scheduled a doctor appointment for lunchtime the next day and I might be gone a couple hours. The boss never raised an eyebrow.
The next day at quarter to twelve I was standing in my living room, peeking through the drawn blinds waiting for Pauline to show up. Ten minutes later, her big SUV pulled up and she hurried up to the door. She knocked and opened the door at the same time, stepped inside quickly and closed the door behind her.
“Hi,” Pauline said, with a smile that was more like a leer. “Why are you still dressed?” I was a bit surprised she said that, given the indirect mannerisms of her emails. I guess she was worried about incriminating evidence, not wanting to put anything compromising in writing. In person, however, she didn’t seem to have a problem with being direct. “In a hurry?” I asked.
“Do you know how long I’ve been dreaming of seeing that body of yours?” she answered with a nervous laugh.
“That works both ways,” I said, eyeing her petite figure. Pauline smiled and, with a shrug, pulled her top over her head and tossed it on the floor.
“Your turn,” she said, standing there in her jeans and a bra. I was surprised again at how quickly she was coming on, but not so surprised that I didn’t take off my own shirt. I had to remind myself that Pauline was an experienced adulteress. She knew what she wanted and knew she didn’t have time to waste once it was in front of her.
A minute later we were facing each other completely naked. We stood a few feet apart, each admiring the other’s body, but for a long moment, neither of us moved closer. Pauline looked as good as I had imagined. Her breasts weren’t large, but they were big for a woman her size. They had a little droop to them, but not much. Her nipples were hard pencil erasers. Her slender waist and generous hips ran down to her smooth, supple thighs. Nestled between them was a neatly trimmed triangle of dark pubic hair. She stood with her legs apart and I thought I caught a glimpse of moisture glistening between them.
Pauline’s eyes traveled over my body the same as mine had hers. Things had happened so quickly that I wasn’t fully aroused yet, but I felt myself stiffening under her watchful gaze. As she stared at my hardening cock, I could hear her draw in a breath. Her lips smacked ever so lightly, like her mouth was watering. The way she focused on my cock was turning me on, and without either of us touching it, my pole extended until it was pointing right at her.
“Oh,” Pauline breathed softly. She took a step toward me and cupped my hard cock in her hand. “Oooh.” A tremor of pleasure shook her body for a moment as she squeezed me gently. Her other hand ran lightly over my chest and arms, down my back and caressed my ass. Her brown eyes turned to look up at me and a smile came slowly to her face.
“So,” she asked, and I heard something in her voice that reminded me of our conversation at the shopping mall. “Did Eileen do it like this?” Before I could reply, even before her mention of Eileen had a chance to irk me, she stooped down until her face was level with my cock. As I watched, Pauline’s luscious red lips parted and the head of my shaft slid between them.
Pauline’s lips traveled half way down my member and back up again, slowly, sensually. Her lips were every bit as warm and soft on the skin of my cock as I had imagined. She let me slip out of her mouth, massaging the underside of my head with her tongue.
“Did she do it like that?” Pauline asked. She was squatting before me, my hard shaft in her hand, looking up at me. She was waiting for me to answer.
“I’m guessing you know more about sucking cock than she ever will,” I replied. Pauline smiled, maybe at the evasiveness of my answer, and sucked me slowly a few more times.
“I’m going to get you to tell me,” she said between mouthfuls.
“No, you’re not,” I answered as I enjoyed the warmth of her mouth surrounding my cock.
“If you want me to finish what I’ve started, you will.” She gave me a playful smile and wink before taking me deep into her mouth. She bobbed slowly, going down far enough for me to feel my cock press against the back of her throat. She went all the way down like that a half dozen times before she stopped and stood up.
“So, when would you like me to continue?” Pauline asked, pressing her body against mine and running a finger along the underside of my cock.
“Whenever you feel like it,” I said, hoping I sounded casual; that my voice didn’t betray how much I wanted her to suck me like that again right now.
“Tell me,” Pauline said, giving my straining cock a light squeeze. Trying to look bored, I shook my head. I felt her fingernails gliding lightly over my balls. It took a huge effort not to react. “Tell me,” she whispered. “Tell me and I’ll suck your cock dry right now.”
Now there’s no denying I was very turned on at the thought of those fabulous lips closing around my aching cock again. And ordinarily, I wouldn’t mind a woman using her cock sucking ability to get what she wanted from me. But I have principles and I wasn’t about to compromise them, even for a pair of lips as fine as Pauline’s. What Eileen and I had done together was none of Pauline’s business, and if it cost me a great blow job to demonstrate that, I was prepared. Well, maybe I was prepared for the worst, but I was not about to give up on Pauline just yet.
When I didn’t reply, Pauline looked at me and raised her eyebrow, as if I had issued a challenge. She ran her fingers down my chest as she squatted down in front of me again. My cock was mere inches from her mouth and it was killing me. But Pauline was in no hurry. Her finger ran under the head of my cock, wiping away a bead of precum that had leaked from me. She licked it off of her finger and opened her mouth wide. She formed her mouth into an “O”, as if she had them around my shaft, and bobbed in the air an inch or two from my tortured member.
“Don’t you want to put that in my mouth?” she purred. “Hmmmm?” Her tongue darted out and briefly licked under my head. I stood like a statue, looking into her eyes without saying a word. I love having my cock sucked, especially by a woman who knows how. And I suspected that Pauline really knew how to pleasure a man with her mouth. But I said nothing. Pauline only smiled.
“Come on,” she prodded. “Tell me how she sucked your cock. This thick, delicious cock of yours.” Pauline paused and took me briefly into her mouth again for emphasis. “And then we can get down to business.” Another quick but wrenching suck.
When I still didn’t speak, Pauline sat down on the floor and laid back, spreading her legs in front of me. Her fingers gently and deliberately spread the lips of her pussy as she moaned softly.
“Maybe it’s not sucking you want,” she said. I could see her fingers getting wet with her pussy juices as she touched herself. She threw her head back, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders as she moaned again.
She was leaning back on one elbow, legs spread so invitingly as she continued running her fingers lightly over herself. My cock was straining as I took it all in. I was getting tired of the game and wanted to get on with whatever we were going to do. But I was also determined that Pauline wouldn’t win this contest.
I bent down and picked up my underwear and started to put it back on.
“What are you doing?” Pauline asked.
“If the only way is for me to tell you, well…” I shrugged. “Then I guess nothing’s going to happen. I’ve got to get back to work.” I started to pull up my underwear.
“Not so fast!” Pauline said as she scrambled over to me, her hands preventing me from pulling on my clothes. I let her pull my underwear back down and I stepped out of it, noticing that she was on her knees, my cock once again almost in her face. “You’ve got to give me a chance to negotiate.”
I shook my head. “No negotiations. If that’s the way it’s going to be, you might as well let me get dressed.” I took my cock in hand and rubbed it gently against her cheek. Pauline looked up at me, the slightest bit of smile on her face. Then she plunged my shaft deep into her mouth a dozen times, quickly but sensually. Again I felt the head of my cock pounding against the back of her throat.
“Nothing’s going to change your mind?” she asked as she let my straining erection slip from between her full lips. She ran her tongue under it a few times and squeezed me lightly with her hand. “Nothing?” She smiled up at me sweetly.
I shook my head again, steadying myself before trying to speak. I didn’t want her to hear what kind of effect she was having on me with those perfect cocksucking lips.
“If you came here for gossip,” I told her, speaking slowly to keep my voice steady. “You came to the wrong place. If there’s something else you want,” gripping my rod, I rubbed it under her chin, “then let’s get to it.”
Pauline sat back on her heels, looking first at my rock hard member, then up at my face. She seemed to be debating with herself. I figured that she really wanted my cock in her mouth and pussy in the worst way, but wasn’t sure if she wanted it enough to back down. She clearly relished using her feminine charms to get what she wanted and didn’t want to be denied.
Ordinarily, I would play along with a woman like Pauline, because it’s usually worth it. But I’m not one for having my fun at the expense of someone else, so there wasn’t really any choice for me. If she had picked something else, we could have had a fun little tit-for-tat.
Oh, well.
Pauline leaned forward and took me deep into her mouth again. She went as far down as she could, taking in almost all of me. My head was pressed hard against the back of her throat as she held herself down on my shaft. I could feel her tongue undulating along the pulsing vein in my cock. She forced her head down still harder, her nose touching my stomach. She must have continued pressing me into her throat for close to a minute before she finally backed off, taking a deep breath as she did.
“Are you sure you don’t want more of that?” Pauline asked. I looked into her eyes and I was pretty sure that she wasn’t going to leave while my cock was still hard. I looked at my watch and shook my head.
“I’m going to have to get back to work soon. If you want this,” I waggled my cock at her, “then let’s get to it.” Without waiting for a reply, I turned and walked down the hall to my bedroom. I laid down on my bed and waited.
A moment later Pauline came in and joined me on the bed. She laid next to me and kissed my chest while her small hand wrapped itself around my cock and pumped it slowly.
“Why can’t you just tell me?” she asked, almost in a whine. “I don’t know if I can wait any longer.” When she said that, I knew I had won. She wanted my cock more than she wanted gossip. The gossip may have only been an excuse to tease me, perhaps excercise power over me in the first place. Whatever the reason, I knew I had cleared that hurdle and I would be going back to work a satisfied man.
I ran my fingers over her breasts, gently pinching each hardened nipple. Pauline gave a little gasp of pleasure at my touch. I continued down her body, tracing lines across her belly to the top of her bikini line and back up again. I could tell by her breathing that she was almost to the point where she wouldn’t wait any longer. I gently kneaded her breasts. They were warm and soft in my hand. Pauline’s hips gyrated, pressing her pussy against me as I massaged her.
I stopped for a moment, watching her. She was lying on her side, her eyes were closed and her body was still moving to the rhythm of my caresses. When she realized I had paused, her eyes opened. Looking right into her soft brown eyes, I slipped a finger between her thighs and up to her moistened pussy lips. She cried out and rolled onto her back, her arm knocking a bunch of stuff off of the night stand. Her thighs spread apart, inviting me to go further. She was so wet, I knew I could make her cum using just my finger. But I had other ideas.
I positioned myself between her legs and rubbed the head of my cock gently against her wet opening. She was almost whimpering in anticipation. Slowly, I let the head sink into her, but only the head. Then I pulled back and resumed rubbing her with my rod. Her hips squirmed, trying to get me inside her, but still I just rubbed against her. When I finally laid on top of her and slid inside, she was so wet that I plunged all the way in effortlessly.
I held myself deep in her, not moving while she moaned and thrashed on the bed underneath me. Then I started sliding my rod all the way out and all the way back in, very deliberately. At the same time I pushed her thighs up with my arms so I penetrated her more deeply. It took only a few minutes for her to cry out in orgasm.
When she came, I withdrew and began rubbing my cock against her pussy lips again until she stopped trembling from her orgasm. Then, without warning, I plunged back into her and began to fuck her hard and fast. Within ten minutes she came again, and I slowed down a little. I made sure to take it all the way out before sinking it all the way into her again. Pauline was quivering with each thrust, moaning and writhing on the bed.
“Oh, God,” she cried out. “You’re going to make me cum again!” Then she moaned and shook as she had her third orgasm. I paused, holding my cock deep in her until her ecstasy subsided a little and she managed to catch her breath. I was still rock hard inside her, savoring the warmth of her dripping pussy. I started gyrating my hips with my cock buried deep inside her. It had the desired effect. She started to moan and buck under me again.
Of course, this is a blow job journal, so why am I describing a fuck, right? Well, when I said I had something else in mind, I wasn’t just talking about fucking her. I was hoping to really rock Pauline’s world; get her off so well that she would be ready to do anything for me. Specifically, I wanted her to suck me off after I finished giving her a good fucking. I don’t know if this was my way of paying her back for trying to get me to talk about Eileen, or what. But something told me that Pauline was the kind of woman that would suck off a man after he gave her a good fucking. I get very turned on just thinking about taking my cock, still dripping with a woman’s juices, and putting it in her mouth; thinking about her tasting herself and then my cum.
I don’t know why that should be such a turn-on for me. The only thing I can think of is that a lot of the women I’ve been with either won’t do it or don’t like to do it. For example, Cheri, a woman who sucked my cock almost daily and always swallowed every drop of my cum, would always wait until after I got a shower to go down on me again after we had had sex. I don’t know if I just thought Pauline was a woman who would do it and not mind, or if I thought she wouldn’t like it, and the thrill was to get her to do it anyway.
Whatever the reason, I was thinking about it as I withdrew my cock from her steamy pussy and left her lying quivering beside me. Pauline was still trying to catch her breath when I got out of bed and stood beside her. She opened her eyes and looked up at me with a blissful smile. Her hand reached out to stroke my cock. When she touched it, her gaze shifted from my face to my crotch as she saw that I was still hard; that I hadn’t cum yet.
I stood right at the edge of the bed and when Pauline looked up at me, I nodded toward my erection, silently indicating she should do something about it. She raised her eyebrows, smiling up at me a bit uncertainly. I just nodded again. Taking me gingerly between her thumb and forefinger, she leaned across the bed and gave my head a tentative suck. Then she took me in a little deeper, like someone trying some exotic food for the first time.
She was still lying on her back, legs spread, and my eyes feasted on her beautiful body. Her head was turned sideways as she leaned to the edge of the bed to suck me and I had an excellent view of those lips closing around my shaft. While it’s probably not the most comfortable position for a woman to suck cock, it is one of the most visually stimulating for me. In some ways it’s better than watching in a mirror, because, while I still get to watch her lips travel up and down my shaft, I also get to see her splayed out in all her naked splendor. With a woman with a body as hot as Pauline’s, this can be pretty stimulating.
There’s another reason it’s a good position. A woman leaning over like that can’t bend her back, so all of her cocksucking motion has to come from her neck. In my opinion a woman with good cocksucking form should hold her back and shoulders stationary and bob using only her neck. Being on her back forces a woman to do it this way and also gives me a fantastic view of that motion as well as her lips sliding up and down my rod. Pauline slowly warmed up to sucking my cock, bobbing a little deeper and a little faster.
The way she was laying kept her from being able to suck me the way she had earlier, but the view I had more than made up for it. I savored the way her gorgeous lips looked as her mouth slid up my shaft, dragging them along my saliva-covered member. I let her suck me that way for a few minutes before I backed away from the bed a couple of feet.
Pauline looked up at me, probably confused by my unexpected retreat. I just stood there looking at her, my cock still pointed right at her face. So she slid over on the bed, leaned out and took me in her mouth again. Now I didn’t have as good a view of the action, so I only waited a minute or two before backing up further.
I was far enough away now that she couldn’t stay in the bed and reach me. She must have understood what I was doing, because she smiled and laughed.
“You aren’t going to get away,” she said as she got out of the bed and down onto her knees. She looked up at me as her small hand wrapped around my cock, her smile stunningly beautiful. She bent her head down over my shaft and began sucking me deeply and steadily. Once again I felt those fabulous lips taking me almost all the way down, my cock pressing against the back of her throat.
Pauline was on her knees with my cock in her mouth, which was what I intended when I backed away from the bed. I don’t know if she knew I wanted to see her on her knees or if it was her preference. Either way was fine with me. Her form wasn’t exactly what I like, which is with knees together and sitting back on her heels. She had her knees about a foot apart and she was upright, so her mouth was coming down on my cock from above.
I didn’t have a mirror lined up, so all I could see was her blonde hair dancing as her head bobbed up and down on my shaft. I wasn’t much to look at, but her lips were warm and wrapped tightly around my throbbing cock.
Pauline’s strokes were deep, taking in most of me each time. And though her pace was rather fast, there was still a very sensual feel. It wasn’t the hurry-up-and-cum bobbing that some women do, the kind of thing that feels more like masturbation than a blow job. No, Pauline’s lips moved quickly, but with skill. The wave of my orgasm began building up and I knew it wouldn’t take long for her to suck it out of me.
Pauline paused every once in a while to impale herself on me before resuming her deep sucking. Those moments had as much to do with my orgasm as the sucking itself. I love having a woman cram as much of my cock into her mouth as she can. I love feeling the head of my cock squeezed against the back of her throat. So many women gag when they have a man that deep in their mouths. When I find one that can take it deep like that, it’s always a thrill.
Like I said, Pauline’s bobbing was deep and sensual and driving me crazy and her burying my cock in the back of her throat was an incredible turn on. I wish I could have seen her from the side as she did that; watched her lips stretch to the bottom of my rod, her nose press against my stomach. But even without seeing it, I didn’t last long. It wasn’t ten minutes before I erupted, my back arching as my cock swelled and pumped my load into her mouth.
Pauline kept sucking as I came, wringing a couple additional spurts from my shaft. Her bobbing continued a little longer, though not as deep. I guess her mouth was too full of my cum to bob as far down as she had before. By the time she let me slip from her mouth, my erection was beginning to fade. She gave me another couple of licks, cleaning me thoroughly, before getting up and ducking into the bathroom.
While I didn’t actually see or hear her spit, I knew that’s what Pauline was doing. Yeah, I was disappointed. When she had been lying naked on the bed sucking me, I had looked at her flat stomach, thinking that it would soon be full of my cum. But I was wrong.
Pauline came back into the bedroom, wrapped her arms around me and squeezed me against her naked body. I could tell by the way my cock felt against her belly that I could be ready to go again pretty quickly. It didn’t happen though. She kissed me and said something about kids coming home from school soon. Then she hurried out to the living room, gathered up her clothes, got dressed and left. But she didn’t leave before telling me I had given her some of the best sex she had had in a long time.
“God, I’d do that again tomorrow,” she said. “You’ve got such a great cock. No wonder Eileen wants to go down on you again!” On one hand, I was mildly irritated at her mention of Eileen. On the other, I was pretty mellow, having just dumped my load in this little beauty’s mouth. Also, I was intrigued that Eileen had told Pauline that she wanted to suck my cock again. I couldn’t help wondering if Eileen had said that before or after the second batch of blow jobs she had given me.
“Maybe you should bring her with you next time,” I suggested. “Maybe you could get your questions answered that way.” Pauline laughed.
“You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”
“I’m willing to share if you are,” I replied with a smile. The way Pauline looked at me before she left led me to believe she would be willing to. The only question was if Eileen would go for it. I’ll keep you posted.
Anyway, the scorecard for Pauline: Part of me says nine, another part says nine point five, so let’s compromise and call it a nine and a quarter. Yeah, that sounds like I’m splitting hairs, and I realize that my scoring is somewhat inconsistent and entirely subjective, here’s how I see it.
First, Pauline had fabulous cocksucking lips and a wonderfully deep and sensual technique. She’s also that rare woman that can press a cock against the back of her throat without gagging. So definitely high marks in the category of ability.
She also looked great laying naked on my bed as I watched those perfect lips work their magic on me. Yeah, I generally like women to dress up to suck my cock, but a beautiful woman like Pauline laying there naked like that works pretty well too. Especially when the way she’s laying gives me both a great view of her body and what her mouth is doing to my cock.
At the start of things, she was squatting, not kneeling, for which I’d be tempted to deduct points. But when she finished me off, she was on her knees, like a good cocksucking woman should be. But her form wasn’t exactly what I’d call perfect. I think a woman should be on her knees, her knees should be together and her feet should be pointed straight out behind her. I prefer it when a woman is sitting back on her heels, so she’s looking up at my cock. The way Pauline was upright is still better than squatting, but the problem is then she’s coming at my cock from above and all I can see is the back of her head. In Pauline’s case I figure that, while I’d rather at least be able to see a little, the way she took me all the way down was pretty good. If there was some reason she needed to be at that angle to swallow all of my cock, then it was worth not being able to see.
Then there was the way she sucked my cock after I had fucked her, her juices practically dripping from my shaft. I don’t know if it was something she would do anyway, or if it was just because I had just given her a good fucking and at least three orgasms. Either way, it’s always a turn on to take my cock out of a woman’s pussy and then have her take it into her mouth and make me cum. A bonus point for Pauline for figuring out that I wanted her to get out of the bed and finish the job on her knees too.
Then there was the spitting. Yeah, I’m always a little disappointed when a woman doesn’t swallow my cum. Even though she gave me an excellent sucking, it’s somehow diminished by the fact she didn’t leave with my sperm in her belly. It shouldn’t matter, but it does.
The one other issue, the one that keeps me from giving her a nine point five, was the whole Eileen thing. I am not going to be indiscrete about what a woman chooses to do with me. That may sound ridiculous since I’m posting all the details of the blow jobs these women have given me. But that’s done anonymously. If I were to tell Pauline about Eileen, it wouldn’t be anonymous. That I wouldn’t do. I like a woman who is playful and wants to use the power of her cocksucking to play games with me. I just wish Pauline had chosen a topic that I would have been able to go along with. But then, Pauline’s obsession with her friend’s cocksucking is the sort of thing I could be able to use to my advantage. 