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She hadn’t been allowed to have an orgasm in a couple of weeks. And only a few times did she get a good fucking in that space. So today, after laying one on her I thought I’d be generous and get her off too. She’d been such a Good Girl, jacking me off multiple times a day. Many times after I had brought her right up to the point of orgasm I’d push her away and then tell her to jerk me off. So when she got right up to the point of orgasm this time she asked me, no, she told me in a breathy, desperate voice: “I’ll give you a hundred bucks to let me have an orgasm”. The millisecond she heard the okay she started tearing that orgasm off so fast –she immediately wrapped her thighs around my head, bear hugged my head with her arms and hands and threw her own head back toward the sky –then began a scream of monumental proportions.

After I got a neck brace put on, we went to breakfast.

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I’ve noticed something about chicks that like to suck cock. And I mean those chicks that REALLY like to suck cock. For one, they almost always like to play with it first. Often, they actually have a fetish for that. They just want to hold and fondle it. They also REALLY like to jerk you off, as well. And in doing so, more often than not, their pussy will be leaking by the time they are done. It just turns them on that much. In many cases, they like it as much as actual intercourse. Secondly, they can almost always get the damn thing down their throat. The whole thing. And if they can’t they are frustrated by it. But what’s common here is that they will try very, very hard to do so without you needing to tell them. Third, during the process of cock sucking they will often emit this spit, this type of drool that isn’t the normal kind you find in your mouth. It has a high viscosity. Its pretty slimy and comes up from down deep in their throat. Forth, they like to swallow.

This is a really good thing.

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Look at that sweater Elise has on. Just as cute as a button. She must have about 10,000 of them (not to mention sun dresses which are also incredibly hot (you know, pull it up, bend her over)). There’s just something about a sweater that makes my cock hard. There’s two types I like, the fuzzy one and the style Elise is wearing. It is just so delicate. So feminine. Yes, I think that’s it indeed! It strikes me as so feminine. The idea of that femininity and a deep hard fucking, that contrast, yes, that does it for me.

More sweaters please.

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There’s always something about her that leaves me a little unsettled. Like I feel as though she wants something but I just don’t know what it is –but I don’t think it has anything to do with sex. But being alone with her, for some goddamn reason, always leaves me wishing someone else would join us. I’m uneasy. I can’t figure it out. Whenever she comes by I’m like -bring the BF!

She texted me about borrowing something. I said sure and she wanted to come over right away and get it. When I met her at the door, in that instant I thought, fuck it, take the bull by the horns, I’m just going to make her lay down on my bed and totally get her off. Which is exactly what I did. She put up a light resistance initially, but caved in thereafter.

Then we had a nice little talk on the side of my bed. About problems she is having with her BF.

Oh dear, what the fuck did I just do?

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There is this new world of cock play I’ve never known before. Apparently, some chicks just love cock so much that they can’t leave it alone. They want to always be holding it, have it in their hand or even just keep their face in your crotch while they watch a movie. They pretty much just wish they owned one. Like we do, us guys.

She has this way of jerking me off. Where she sits on me, facing me, while I lay flat on my back, cock rock hard. She places her pussy right on the base of my cock, always very wet, and then begins to jerk me off. Slowly at first. Real slow. Because this is as much for her as it is for me –in her mind. She really wants to just hold it, stroke it intermittently. Close her eyes and visualize the cock as her own. She strokes it, as, I guess, she thinks she would as a man. I don’t care. I’m just happy to go thru the process. I mean, who doesn’t want a chick that is so in love with his cock that she wants to fondle it every waking moment? She builds it. So slow at first. So slow it turns me on.  It is like torture after awhile. Then she picks up the pace. Stronger grip, stronger placement. She starts using her other hand now. One grips the base continuously, at all times. The other grips my cock, strokes it, but it also stops intermittently and just works the head. It’s all a magic of choreography, of hand movement, of tightness and pressure. Of an explosion.

Have you ever seen semen from a cock fly 12 feet?

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It really is kind of amazing. How one can completely make a living by nothing more than ideas, imagination. Your brain. A desire to live out a thought or a dream. With absolutely nothing but a need, a burning need, one can procure a life of unimaginable satisfaction. You simply need to be willing to take a chance. To grab for it.

The idea that you can totally pull something out of your ass, an idea, refine it, share it and then live off of it is amazing. An equalizer. You create something strictly from your own mind, from your own thoughts and feelings, and then share it with the masses. If you are liked then “You’re in like Flin”. If not, back to the drawing board.

The potential for success and failure are the same in either a traditional line of work: factory, insurance, programming, ditch digger; or what I’m talking about, when you take a bigger risk. Instead of working for someone else you work for yourself. The difference between the two is that the rewards and failures are magnified.

From a book, to a song, to a Ben & Jerry’s ice cream. All you need is a strong desire or a living philosophy. When your work, your soul is embraced, your life can change.

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She didn’t think she could do it. She’d told me a long time ago ingesting urine was a hard limit. But that wasn’t what I was asking of her. I just wanted her to pee into a bucket, drop her panties in it and then soak up some urine. The only other thing I wanted was for her to wear them in her latex breath hood, in the breath sack, while I pounded her from behind. You see, she really wanted that pounding bad as she hadn’t been fucked in some time. Besides, all the bondage she’d been through lately just had her juiced up for it, no pun intended.

She’d peed in the bucket already. Morning piss, first thing. Strong in odor and color. I dunked her panties into the bucket and let them sit awhile. Let them sit while she figured out whether or not she was going to be able to do this or not. Seriously fence sitting. If I hadn’t pushed her each time she said she could not go through with it it would never have happened –but I did. And she was needy. Finally she said, “Let’s do it.”

I stuffed those panties into the breath sack and then pulled the hood over her head. She freaked immediately. The pulling of air just sealed those urine soaked panties across her face each time she sucked in a breath. She started to panic. The smell was to much for her. It was pushing her. In that instant I saw urine wring from the panties, from the small holes in the breath bag, and fall in quick drops –and then a brief stream– as her breath started to exhale. Right then I heard her say, “Oh my God!”

I told her to get in The Fucking Position. Face in the floor, chest resting on the floor and ass/pussy fully in position for pillage. I entered her so hard it lifted her knees off the ground. I kept fucking her that way for at least 30 minutes straight without stopping. In that time I heard her eek out the statement: “Ohhhhhhh mmmmmyyyyyy goooooddddddd, IIIIIIII waaaasssss a completeeeeee idiot!!! Youurrrrrrrrrrr cccccoccck is well worth meeee sucking in my urrrrrineeeee soaked panties. PPPPPlllllllleeeeeaaaaasssseeee Forgive meeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!”

Whatever….sometimes you just need to trust me.

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Before I even got out of bed this morning I’d blown my wad five full times. It started about 3 o’clock in the morning when I woke with a massive hard on. So I woke her up from a dead sleep and told her go down there and make it throw up -and to swallow it. So she dutifully did so. When she got done I asked her how often she masturbates. She told me at least once a day. I let her know she wasn’t to touch her pussy anymore unless she was wiping herself after excreting body fluids. No more orgasms and no more fucking. Well, that just made me get an erection pretty much right away. So I told her to go back down on me and swallow it again. And while she was doing so I was telling her how long it was going to be before she’d be able to have an orgasm herself. How it was “all about me” now.  How she’s nothing more than my cum receptacle. Something to please me. Then suddenly, WHAM, I unloaded a wad so thick down her throat she had trouble getting it all down quickly enough.

The next two times I unloaded that morning I made her jerk me off. On the first one I made her sit in front of me, filled her hand with lube and proceeded to tell her how she is masturbating me at her own expense. About how nice it is that I’ll be having this massive orgasm, and, who knows when she’ll have one again. I knew it was building, then suddenly I felt a spray of cum fly several inches above my face, above the headboard, even, and smack the wall above it. The next pump I felt fly over my face, again, and smack the headboard just where it stops at its highest point. Then the next spray of semen, it’s trajectory was lowest, gracing my chest while more smacks, of the same wad, hit me in my face from a line that went from my chin to my forehead. More spattered across an arm.

Later I placed my bare face on her bare belly. I could hear my semen being digested.

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I don’t actually recall the first time I jerked off. But my most memorable masturbation experience happened soon after I started, perhaps nine or ten years old? My father happened to be a reserve police officer for the city I lived in so I borrowed a pair of his hand cuffs on this day. Early on, even before this day, I was intrigued by any sort of manacle or human fastening device. As well, as a young boy, I had taken guitar lessons. So I owned and had a strap for the guitar that went over the shoulder. I took that strap off and wound it around my neck to make a sort of posture collar. I had locked the handcuffs onto myself, behind my back and created a sort of hogtie. One that would choke me as well. I started rubbing my cock into the floor. Within seconds my virile, young penis exploded onto the carpet beneath me. Spontaneously. But what made the situation so memorable was the fact that I did it again within moments of having cum the first time. That has not happened since in all my life -except once, with Marina.

Previous to this I can recall “Mattress Coil” (that was the name we gave him because his real name was Mat Colx) asking all of us friends to pull down our pants to see who had dick hair yet and who had the biggest cock.

Fast forward about five years and I recall an older guy discussing sex. An occurrence he had with some chick he was banging at the time. How she had left some immense stain on his father’s couch; how all the older guys went on about it. In my mind I was like, what the fuck is he talking about? What kind of stain? How did it happen? Where did it come from? I want more!!!

Seriously, at one time I wondered if I’d ever even get laid. I ended up learning alot more. Beyond my every expectation.

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From the time I was like 20 years old (which is when the Inet started w/gusto) I started looking at and collecting porn.  NGs were the primary source of collection. Well, BB’s were first but the Internet filled that gap quickly for me. I would spend a voracious amount of time looking at and sorting through my porno -all of which was women bound. The more severe the better. Japanese bondage was the pinnacle for me. I sought it out. I savored it. For me, it was the best.

Nothing has really changed (everthing has changed), except that now, I never look at porno. Not even the porno I produce. I never rent a movie, I never go to those web sites that attracted me originally, nor do I even jack off with any of those images or ideas in mind. In fact, I never, ever visit those web sites that I once visited on a regular basis.

What has really changed? I’m a guy that likes to jack off even if I get laid every night. But I never look at porno anymore to do so. I just conjure up images of things I’d like to do to some girl. Or something I have done. Then place it on the web site, and my mind’s billboard.

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