This Could Only Happen to Me...Part 2
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Posted:Aug 27, 2009 9:16 pm
Last Updated:Jul 7, 2014 11:47 am
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So my buzz starts to kick in. I tell myself that I might as well fuck since I paid for a room, plus she isnt ugly at all. So I say something sexual to get her mind off of whatever she was talking about at that time. She gets the hint and tells me that she needs to freshen up first.
So she goes into this over night bag and starts pulling stuff out. Condoms, lube, a couple of vibrators. Not your typical over-night bag contents but not anything crazy. What she pulled out next completely blew my mind. I still dont know how I kept a straight face, but I did. She pulled out a douche bag. I dont mean a little guy who was a douche. Not even a disposable douche. She pulled out one of the 1970's, reb rubber bag, long white hose douche bags. The poker player in me remained calm and kept my demeanor the same. Inside I asked myself if this was really happening? Well she let me know it was really happening because she started talking about it. She told me how she keeps it to freshen up before she plays. She also talked about how she took it out in front of another guy and he acted like she was doing something crazy. Really? She didnt see anything wrong with pulling a douche bag out in front of the guy she was about to fuck. Being the sarcastic ass that I can be, I told her I didnt see a problem with it. On the inside, I was blown away and so happy I decided to stay with this thing.
So she goes to shower and douche. I dont know why she didnt just take the bag in the bathroom with her and keep that part private, but I'm so glad she didnt. While she's away, I slam a couple more beers and open another to sip. I good and runk by now and ready to fuck. I layed back and let her handle things. She started off with an excellent blow job. After I put a condom on she got on top rode me pretty good for a while. Then, while she was still on top, she took my dick out of her pussy and eased it in her ass. She told me not to move so she could relax and get it. After she got use to it, she started riding pretty aggressively and I started fucking her back. Next, we swithched to doggy style anal. I fucked her good and hard and she took it like a pro. I fucked her ass for a long time, while she fingered her pussy. She came multiple times and I finally did deep in her ass. It was pretty hot.
I passed out pretty much immediately after I took the rubber off and cleaned up. When I woke up, I was on one bed and she was on the other. She woke up and started talking again, alot. So because I wanted her to not talk so much and hadnt taken advantage of her huge, nice tits, I pushed her down on her back and started to fuck her mouth. That led to me grabbing the lube and using on her tits. She had natural double D's, if not bigger. I fucked her tits while she held them together around my cock. Man it was good, but then it got better. I turned myself around so that I was fucking her tits with my balls and ass over her face. She didnt hesitate to start licking all around that area while I titty fucked her. I think its one of the best sexual feelings I have ever had. While I was doing that, I grabbed one of her vibrators that was on the bed. I started fucking her with as I still slid my dick between her tits. That only made her go crazy with licking my asshole and balls. She eventually came hard. Shortly after she did, I was ready. I leaned back over the top of her head and shot a huge load all over het tits, neck, and mouth. It was an amazing feeling.
She wiped some of the cum off of her and licked it. Then she went to clean the rest off. When she came back to the room, she checked the oil can of Fosters to see if I had finished it. I hadnt, so she did. Yea, the open beer that set out at room temp over night. I wasnt surprised. So she starts talking again. I forgot to add, that I had to piss a couple of times before we fucked. Not only did she not stop the conversation, she would walk to the bathroom to make sure I got every word. So now she's talking and mid conversation she walked to the bathroom. She didnt close the door, didnt stop talking and I hear a farting sound echo in the toilet. Really? Did that really just happen? Without pause, she walks out still talking as if that didnt happen. I played along as if it didnt happen too. This happened at least 3 more times before I said I had to go. It was 2 or 3 hours before we had to be out of the room, but I was done with any sexual thoughts by that time.
So after we packed up, we hit the highway to drop me off. While looking more at me then the road again, she asked me if I could get her something to drink at a store near my house. I said sure. So we stop by the Trader Joe's behind where I live so she could get a bottle of white wine...at 10 something in the morning. The ride from the store to my place was less than 5 minutes. When we got there, she told me that she was going back to her cousins, but he wasnt there yet. So we parked outside my complex to kill a few minutes until he got home. As soon as we parked, she reached behind my seat to grab something...a wine bottle opener. Yea, she popped the cork and had a glass while we chatted. During that talk she told me how she was glad to finally fuck somebody who could bring the dick right. She said it was so good, she wanted to maybe hook up once a week or every 2 weeks. I told her that we might be able to work someting like that out. Her cousin called so she headed back over there. I walked into my place at sat down...and just stared at the wall for a while. Then I called my best male friend and my best female friend to tell them. They didnt say it exactly the same, but they both said pretty much said the same thing. 'That would only happen to you'
She called later that morning to tell me how good my dick was. Then we didnt talk anymore for a long time. One night, a few months later, she sent me an email here on VisionPersonals.com saying she was in this really nice hotel near us and invited me over. I actually thought about going for a second, just to see what else could happen. I decided not to go. Why fool with one of the most fascinating experiences of my life.
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This Could Only Happen to Me...
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Posted:Aug 27, 2009 10:17 am
Last Updated:Sep 3, 2010 9:54 pm
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...which is not a bad thing. For many reasons, I thought long a hard about posting this story. The main 2 reason: 1) I met the lady on this site. 2) If I ever get my shit together to write a book, this story will be in one them. But, she cant get mad because its true and if someone steals this, you all will know it came from me.  Besides, life is too short sometimes, so why wait to share what you can share now. Enjoy...
So late last year I finally set up a face to face with a female that I had been emailing back and forth with for a while. In her profile she seemed to be just up for a good fuck, which is fine by me. Her pics were nice too. So from chatting we figured out that we only live about 5 minutes from each other. So on this particular night we agreed just to meet to say hi. We met in a shopping center parking lot between where we both lived. She looked like her pics and I got a good vibe from her. She seemed to be good with how I looked. So during the small talk, she tells me that she has been at her cousins all day. They were having drinks and hanging out and she was headed back there after we were done talking. Blah, blah, blah, we hug and leave. Well before I make it home, she calls and ask if I want to hang out tonight. 'What do you have in mind?' I asked. 'Get a room and fuck' was her answer. She was about as subtle as a kick in the nuts. I didnt have anything going on and I had a feeling that she could be fun so I agreed to hook up. I had a different kind of vibe that I could not put my finger on. I couldnt have predicted this night if my life depended on it.
We agreed that she would drive and I would take care of the night this time. I showered and went into 'time to fuck mode'. She picked me up and we were on our way. Let me say this, I am a poker player. A good one. I read people with ease, its almost second nature for me. That reading ability happens in life away from the table too. So within 5 minutes of the ride, I knew I was in for a night to remember. For starters, she had a v8 can that she was drinking from. Remember she had been at her cousins all day sippin' so she probably hadnt swithced to plain V8 for our night. She also liked to talk, alot. I'm more of listener or sometimes I pretend to be. I can make you think I'm listening while I am having a whole other conversation with myself about you. But I also can tell you everything you just said. So we are on 170. So she's drinking from her can, talking to me, and staring at me for long periods of time while she talks. Had it been any of my friends doing that, I would have told them that they dont have to look at me for me to hear them. In this case I just said to myself, 'what have you gotten into this time?'
Pretty early in the conversation, she tells me that her liscense is suspended and she shouldnt be driving. Really? (insert sarcasm face here) I wonder why. 'I have 2 dwi's, well actually I have 4. 2 of them have been permanently removed' Really...thats just excellent. She proceeds to tell me that she has been in rehab a couple of times, but figure that it wasnt for her. She also became friends with one of her sponsor, but didnt understand why the sponsor wouldnt hang out with her anymore when she started drinking again. Imagine that.
A normal person would have been planning their escape by now, which happens to be less than 10 minutes into the ride to the hotel. I am not normal. My thoughts, I need to get shit faced drunk and experience all that is possible from this night. So I suggested that we stop to get some alcohol and she agreed that was a good idea.
We pull up, I get the room and we head to it. She pulls out a huge bag from her trunk that she called her over night bag. I cant imagine whats all in there. As soon as we get inside, I throw down a huge shot and 2 beers in what seemed like 15 seconds, then I opened another beer to sip on. She had one too, of course. By now I know her life story and we are only about 30 minutes into this thing. I absolutely do NOT want her to stop talking. Who knew what the hell would come out next. She was completely unaware that I was fascinated with her, not what she was saying. She was giving me a story for the ages.
I have a side to my personality that is a little...shall we say, assholish. It comes in handy later in this story and I about to use it now. Because here is where this story ends...for now. I will let you all soak things in up to this point. I dont want to give you too much to absorb at one time. If enough people are interested, I will finish it sooner or later. I promise, y'all aint heard nothin' yet.
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Guess Who's Coming Over?
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Posted:Aug 17, 2009 3:27 pm
Last Updated:Sep 4, 2009 11:52 pm
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So one night I am in one of the moods I have been in, off and on, for the last couple of years. That is, I want to do something, but I dont really want to be around people. So I just stayed here, watching t.v. and messing around on VisionPersonals.com. So I get a message around midnight, the subject is 'My Wife'. Hmmm, I like the sound of this so far. I read the message: Hey do you want to come over and fuck my wife? Hit us back if you are intersted and we can send you some pics. Here's our number... O.K. This seems too easy, there for to good to be true. But what do I have to lose in playing along? So I send a message back with another email addy so I can see the pics. A few minutes pass and they come. Damn! She is pretty with a nice body. She's not wearing any clothes in any pic and some of the poses leave nothing to the imagination. So now I'm more into the idea...
After a couple more emails, one in which I reiterrate that I am straight and that he wouldnt be touching me at all, its time for the first phone call. At first I talked to him and I got a good vibe there. Then I talked to her. The first thing she said was 'so are you coming over to fuck me or what?' Damn! I guess that sealed it for me because I told her that I definitely was coming. She and I talked a brief while longer, mainly so I can pick up some energy from her voice. Then it was off to shower for me.
During the drive over, I was a bit excited. A tiny bit nervous, in a scared way. They lived in a county south of me, that isnt known for its intergrated community.(they are white, by the way) A little fear only makes things more attractive to me sometimes though. I did call one of my boys when I got to their driveway an gave him their number. I told him if he didnt here from me within 10 hours , this was the number to start with.
So he lets me in and we did the whole small talk thing. He directed me to their bedroom while he went to grab some beers for us. When I walked in she was just coming out from a bath and was only wearing a towel. She was comfortable but there was a hint of shyness towards me...that was gone pretty quickly. We made small talk ubtil he came back. So after she put on a tank top and shorts, we all sat down to talk, drink, and play cards. They 'partied' some. I dont partake, but didnt mind them doing it at all. It actually made everything make more sense and added another layer of excitment.
The sequence of events start to get a little sketchy here. I pounded alot of beers in a short period of time. The sex started with just her and me, with him off into the background. After she gave me an excellent blowjob, I returned the favor to her. I dont know if she told me before or during me eating her out that she was a squirter, but it didnt take long for me to find out. She came within minutes of me swirling her clit with my tongue and exploded in my mouth. Though it was the first time a female had ever squirted in my face during oral, it didnt stop me for a second. The crazy/turned on energy of it all was at a high level. We fucked for hours. Periodically he would come over and put his dick in her mouth while I fucked her. At one point I was fucking her hard from behind and I looked back to see him with a camera of some sort...cool. Snap away or video, whatever. At another point she was laying on her back, while I was in the upright position fucking her. He came over and told me that she liked to be fucked in her ass too. Before she could complain about him telling me, he stuck his dick back in her mouth and started to face fuck her again. While he did, he asked her if she like to get fucked in her ass. I was still deep stroking her at the time and as she started to answer yes, she squirted all over my cock again...which was at least the 7th or 8th time she had squirted. Needless to say, she was slef lubed and relaxed enough for me to slide my dick into her ass, which I did. After working it in slowly, and pumping slowly for a little while, she was ready for me to really let her have it. So I did. Now her husband is fucking her mouth and I'm deepstroking her ass and she taking it all like a porn slut and squirting all over the place.
Hours went by. Non stop fucking and sucking for her. Who knows how many times she came, but the whole bed (and  was soaked. The combination of the excitement of it all and the many beers kept me from coming. She was more disappointed about that than I was. I wasnt mad at all. Sure it would have been nice to blast all over her face, then take a few pics of it, but that came in a later meeting.
I didnt find out one of the hottest details of the story until I talked to her a couple of days later. Thats when she told me that she didnt have any idea what I looked like until I walked into their bedroom. He knew she liked fucking black guys, well all guys, but she wanted a black guy that night. So he found me for her, but made her wait until I got there to see me. Finding out that element of surprise for her made the whole thing so much hotter. I guess she liked what she saw, we played many times after that first night. We took a break for a few months, but he and I have a surprise in the works for her that she has no clue about. She is a smart ass and has been being one towards me lately via text messages. So the surprise will involve hand cuffs, a belt, wax, and what ever else I come up with. Oh and a camera.
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My First Post
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Posted:Aug 13, 2009 9:25 am
Last Updated:Sep 3, 2010 9:53 pm
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So its finally time to release some of the thoughts and experiences swirling around in this head of mine. Some will be old, some very recent.
Since this is my first posting I decided to start with my first real (and white) girlfriend and one particularly crazy event. Marilyn and my relationship was a hell of a frist relationship for anybody. Not all good but never a dull moment. The sex was out of this world and I have no idea how we both got to be so adventurous... well I have some idea.
We started fucking at 16 and it only got better and crazier with time. Anytime, anywhere. Teacher's lounge and basketball court of the middle school we use to go to, that was down the street from our highschool. Cars, day or night. You name it. She use to sleep holding my dick most nights we slept together. It was also nothing for us to be going somewhere with her holding and stroking my dick, while she was driving most of the time.
On this particular day we were headed from StL to her dorm back at Mizzou. It was early afternoon and she was driving, holding and stroking my dick. A pretty typical thing. We were carrying on a conversation as if she wasnt doing it. Now because we both were a little crazy, we use to do this other thing where the passenger would steer the car while the driver worked the pedals. Sometimes we had a reason, I wanted to eat something or she needed to take her shirt off. The main reason we did it was because it was dangerous and it didnt scare either one of us one bit. We were crazy and trusted each other.
So now there's no talking, just cruising with her stroking. All of a sudden she starts looking down at my dick as she stroked it, peeking back at the road. I start staring at her, staring at my dick. She looks up into my eyes, then looks at the steering wheel. Without a single word, I reach over and grab it, she hits the cruise control, and dives down on my cock. Its broad daylight. She is really working my dick over but my 'driving' is perfect. For about 15-20 minutes this goes on. I dont know if you have ever taken that drive, but alot of 18 wheelers all the time. Some of them definitely got a show when they drove by, although I wouldnt be surprised if they didnt believe what they saw.
Finally I made her stop so she could work the wheel to exit the highway. She never stopped stroking it though. We were about less than 10 minutes from her place when she pulled into a parking area by the football stadium. She park the car and went for my dick like her life depended on it. She didnt stop until every last single drop of cum was down her throat...and even then I had to push her away. We then drove to her place and really started to get serious.
I was 19 when this happened. It was one of the many events that helped to turn me into the wickedly special,sexual being before you...
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