Let's Swing?

The blog that you are about to read it purely fictional...or is it?

Evette went to one of her local hang outs to watch football. When to her surprise she sees a long lost friend. Well he wasn't a friend more like a lover. Well maybe not even a lover just someone that she had a tryst or two with years earlier. The sex between these two was hot. Jay was a voyeur and loved having sex in public areas. His dick couldn't even stay hard unless he was doing something unconventional. They would have sex any and everywhere. That is why Jay couldn't get enough of her. That was until they lost contact shortly after his wife found out about them. They exchanged numbers and talked the night away over drinks.

They conversed on the phone about a week before they planned on meeting again. Jay brought up an idea of going to a swingers bar. Evette had never been to a swingers bar before. She was the type of woman that was down to try anything at least once twice if it was nice. At the time she wasn't aware of Jay's secret fetish. He told her that she would need to wear something sexy and revealing. Evette was nervous but didn't want to let him know. She took a lot of care picking out an outfit that evening. She picked out the tightest shortest little black skirt in her closet, a black blouse, and some four inch black stiletto pumps. She was pacing around her house to busy herself until Jay arrived. When that wasn't enough she decided to pour herself a stiff drink to help calm her nerves. When he rang the doorbell she knew that he would probably hear her heart pounding inside her chest. When he stepped in the door the look on his face told her that she picked out the right outfit. He grabbed her by the hands and spun her around and gave her an mm mm mm of approval. She told Jay that she was nervous because she didn't know what to expect. He assured her that everything would be fine and that she wouldn't have to do anything or anyone that she didn't want to. Evette told him that women were out; she had no intention of licking any clams.

When they pull up to the swingers bar Evette was taken aback. This wasn't quite what she had in mind. This wasn't a swinger bar at all; this was a sleazy adult book store. Jay told her that they would just hang around the parking lot for a while. There were only a few cars in the parking lot, and he wanted to wait to see if other would show up before paying to get in. Evette figured by the look of this place that they would go inside and have sex in one of the movie rooms. She was used to having sex with him in the weirdest places. A car or two pulled into the lot, after sitting in the parking lot for approximately 30 minutes. They walk into this dirty movie shack hand in hand. There were neon lights everywhere on the inside. While Jay was talking to the clerk Evette was browsing the toy section. Not only was this a book store Evette would soon find out that there were fuck rooms on the second floor. There were dicks in every color and size you could imagine in there. Jay walked up to the counter and paid the clerk some money. He told Evette that this was to rent them a room upstairs. When they reached the top it looked like a sleazy motel hallway. There was a coke machine a worn out pleather couch, and some folding chairs. Evette was holding onto Jay's hand for dear life. He walked down the hallway to where they could hear the familiar sounds of fucking. There were six or seven people sitting in plastic folding chairs. There was an old man that had to be in his 60s, a black couple, and a Mexican couple. Jay and Evette were standing close to the entry way. Evette didn't want to sit in those chairs or touch anything in there. Jay stood behind her and began to rub her breasts as they watched the movie. He opened her blouse to expose her breasts to the people in the room. He was kissing and biting her neck which he remembered always made her wet. Evette's eyes were closed, and her head back as she was just enjoying herself. She had forgotten about all of the people that were in the room until she opened her eyes. She was moaning so loud that she had every one's attention on her. They now had an audience which turned Jay on. Evette could feel his hard dick on the small of her back. She placed one of her arms around the back of Jay’s neck and placed the other on his throbbing manhood. Jay placed a leg in between hers to spread her legs open. He pulled her little black skirt up around her thighs. He then whispered into her ear, "Damn no panties?" She just giggled and placed his hand on her freshly shaved pussy. The old man had gotten up from his seat and was now standing up and peering right at them. This made Evette a little leery. Jay could feel her tense up and whispered for her not to worry he was just enjoying the show. Then the next thing they know the black man got on his hands and knees and crawled over to where they were and stopped right at Evette's feet. He looked up to them as if he was awaiting some sort of approval. Jay whispered to Evette that this man wanted to eat her pussy. To her own surprise she agreed. When in Rome right? Jay grabbed one of her legs and placed it on the shoulder of this unknown man. The man started licking her toes, the arch of her foot, then to her ankles. He ran his tongue up her leg to the inside of her knee. He did this tongue flicker that almost caused her leg to buckle. Jay was kissing on her neck while this man on his knees feasted on her sweet juices. Every one of her erogenous zones were being flicked, massaged or sucked all at the same time. Evette was in heaven. She was still leaning against Jay with her eyes closed and head resting back on one of his shoulders. This man that was eating her pussy was a professional. He made her cum in less than five minutes. He asked her if this is how she liked it. Her response was louder moaning and another orgasm. When she opened her eyes the old man had made his way over there and was now the one that was pinching and massaging her breasts. The look of shock she had on her face scared the little old man back to his chair. She didn't know that Jay gave the old man a head nod inviting him in to enjoy the fun. Not knowing the correct protocol she thanked the man that nearly sucked out her uterus. Now before all of the pussy eating began this man was in there with a female who was now missing in action. I guess she didn't appreciate her date, husband, or man eating the pussy of an unknown female. She was nowhere to be found. But he didn't seem to care and Evette damn sure didn't. Jay saw the woman storm out of there prior to him crawling over to them.

Round two began with just Jay and Evette in one of the nasty little "couple" rooms. In the room was another worn out pleather couch and a TV playing porn. Jay asked Evette to lie down on the couch. She laughed because there was no way in hell any part of her flesh was touching this couch. Evette knew that any forensic scientist would have a field day on the arm rest alone. She told him to sit down because she wanted to ride. He sat down on the couch and Evette mounted him or tried to. Jay couldn't stay hard. She couldn't give a rat’s ass thanks to that nice man that drained her of her essence. She was set for the night and ready to leave. He got up from the couch and walked over to the door. He looked out the door to see if he was missing anything in the movie room. Evette got up and peeked too. She didn't want to miss a thing. The black man that had eaten her pussy was sitting on the worn down couch next to the coke machine. Evette hoped that he had a ride home since his lady friend still wasn't around. Across the hallway is where the Mexican couple now was. The female beckoned Jay into their room. He asked Evette to follow him into their room. She let him lead her in there willingly. It soon became apparent to Jay and Evette that this couple didn't speak any English. It didn't really matter within a few seconds because the little Mexican lady began sucking her man's dick. Not to be out done Evette sits Jay down on the couch and does the same. The two ladies were sucking in unison. The sounds alone would have made most men pop. They went from pleasing their men orally to full blown fucking. The Mexican lady was lying on the couch with her knees touching her ears. Evette made Jay take his shirt off and place it on the couch was she could put her hand down to get in the doggie position. The sex was HOT! The door to their room kept opening with people peeking in. Soon they had another audience. Jay was loving it. He was fucking the shit out of Evette and wanted the world to see. Evette on the other hand was having a hell of a time getting the Mexican lady to stop trying to get her to feel her tiddies. It was all she could do to keep standing while Jay was behind her pumping his meat into her. This bitch was trying to get her to lose her balance by grabbing her arm. Evette was trying to come up with another Spanish word for no.

On the way back to Evette's place she talked the whole way home about the man that ate her pussy, and the little old man that was pinching her nipples. Jay told her that he would take her back anytime she wanted. When they get back to her place Jay wanted some head. Evette was dead tired from all of the sexual activity that had taken place earlier that evening. She began to suck his dick when he lost it. He was acting like he was fucking a piece of pussy. He was shoving his meat into her mouth so hard that he hit her esophagus and made her gag. That pissed her off and she refused to continue. That pissed Jay off. She layed Jay down on the floor and got on top of him. She was grinding on top of his now limp dick. Jay was so embarrassed. She asked him was he done, or just pissed because she wouldn't suck it. He asked her for some Carmex. The Carmex tingled and he figured that it would help him get some feeling back into his numb dick. He thumped it on her ass a few times. Nothing. Evette had never heard of putting Carmex on wood. She looked for it but didn't have any. He decided to use lotion. He asked her to let him fuck her in the ass. Evette had decided that she had done enough freaky shit for one evening. He didn't get a nut at the dirty movie shack so he asked Evette to booty clap. She felt strange doing this but it didn't come close to the strange shit that had occurred earlier. That is when he finally had an orgasm. He shot his man yogurt on her booty check and massaged it with the head of his dick. He rolled over and fell asleep. Evette went to take a shower in an attempt to cleanse herself of all of the dirt she had done that evening. When she came out of the shower to bring Jay to her bed he was gone. No note, no kiss, nothing.

 Jay had brought out the freak in Evette, and left like a thief in the night. She called him numerous times over the next few days but none of her calls were returned. She will always be thankful to him for showing her one of the wildest nights of her life.

~The End~

~My Magnum Man~

This particular whore story starts on a Friday night. My home girl and I were bored and were looking for something to get into. My home girl decides to call one of her dudes to see what was up. This guy was a freak she had told me about all of the freaky thing that they did from time to time. He had a homeboy over and we decided to go over to his house to kick it. When we get to his place he apparently wanted to set a mood. This man had jazz playing and low lights with candles lit. I guess he knew that he was getting a piece of ass this evening. Although my friend had told me how nice looking this man was I don't think that her words gave him any justice. Not only was he nice looking his body was rock hard as well. Dude was fine! He introduces me to his friend. He was very nice looking as well. He told me that he was a model. He had the looks of a model as well. He had smooth beautiful dark chocolate skin. He had to stand at least 6'4. You know, he had a basketball player build. He was tall and lanky with big feet. You know what they say about them. *wink* By now you should know that I love a tall man.

We sat around talking and drinking a few cocktails for a while when my friend's dude wanted to do some body shots. Alcohol has a way of making me horny. As far as I am concerned there isn't a better aphrodisiac on the planet. So he started with the body shots. He would run his long giraffe tongue up my friend's neck then sprinkle her with the salt. Watching this was turning me on. It was getting us all hot and bothered. The next thing I know his homeboy has me hemmed up against the wall pouring Champagne down my neck and sucking it off. That is my spot! There is a muscle in your neck that will tighten and protrude when you tilt your head from left to right. I guess my moans were letting him know just how much I enjoyed this. I had on a little tight black mini skirt and some knee boots. He got down on his knees before me and started licking my thighs. He lifted one of my legs over his shoulder and looked up at me and smiled when he noticed that I didn't have on any panties. He bit the inside of my thigh that made my kitty jump. With all of this going on I had forgotten that my home girl and her dude was still in the living room with us. I told him that we needed to be alone and he led me into his friends bedroom.

He laid me down on the bed and began licking and biting my legs. He would start at my ankles and make he way up to the inside of my thighs. He had me so turned on at this point that I was gyrating to the music being played in the living room. I was moaning and wishing that he would quit teasing me and just dive in. So he started to eat my pussy and up until this point I didn't know that anyone ever going down on you could be bad. I mean I was laying there and it was the weirdest feeling like he didn't know where or what to do with the clitoris. I lift his head out of my lap deciding that no head is better then bad. Then he started to finger me when I stopped him from doing that as well. It felt like he was trying to send out a message using Morse code in Miss Kitty. I sat up in the bed and asked him if he had a condom. I was ready to just cut to the chase. I figured that since nothing else was popping he was going to punish me with the dick. He said that he did but he wanted me to kiss it first. Kiss it? What the hell did that mean? I am always amused by the way a man will ask for a blow job. So he gets undressed and that is when my mouth dropped open. I mean how could this be? He had the smallest dick that I have ever seen? I mean he had all of the signs of having a monster! Sadly that was not the case. He couldn't believe that I wasn't going to give him a blow job. I just couldn't do it. I remembered something that Adele Givens said. She told a heckler in the crowd that her sucking his little dick would be like giving a whale a tick tack. The look on his face was priceless. Shit I didn't know him. I mean I have a big ass mouth and the lips to go with it. While I don't have a problem sucking dick there was no way that I was putting that little thing in my mouth.

Now this was the straw that broke the camels back. He is sitting there looking all dejected when he starts to put on the condom. How about the fucking condom doesn't even fit. Well it must be that he can't get hard because I won't kiss it. WRONG! It's hard. This man is looking at his little dick like he is surprised too! His dick was no bigger then a hi-lighter. I am talking length and width. Why in the hell would his little dick ass have some magnum condoms for a baby dick? I don't know if he got the condom from his homeboy or what but this shit here was some bullshit! So I sit up. I look at him. I look down at his puny little munchkin dick and shake my head. It took everything in me to not just throw my head back and have a good belly laugh at his expense. I swing my legs over the side of the bed and pull my skirt down. I guess it was when I stood up to get my boots on that he actually realized that there wasn't going to be shit popping off. Now why this man had to say anything to me is beyond me. I just wanted to get the hell out of there before I busted up laughing. He says to me.

"What do you want me to do with this?"

Shaking his little dick as he said it. I mean he couldn't have been that drunk. I mean he had this little dick his entire life. I don't know if men look at each other when they are standing at a urinal, but he had to have seen more then his dick in his lifetime. He had to see at least one porno surly. This man had to know that his shit just didn't measure up. I guess he thought that him shaking his pecker at me was going to entice me in some way. (lmao) NOT!! I mean seriously how could he think that I was going to let him fuck me with a condom that was clearly too big. I tell him in the most un-sarcastic tone that I could muster that, I didn't know what he was going to do with it but that I was leaving. I walked out of the room and that was that.

In the living room there was a full blown porno going on. Now I knew without a doubt where the condom came from. Ol boy was packing! My girl and this dude are going at it. I am stuck between a rock and a hard place. There was no way in hell I was going back into the room with the myth buster's little dick ass. So I sit on the couch. My intention wasn't to sit there and see them two going at it, but it was like a train wreck I just couldn't look away. I was kinda hating too wishing that it was me he was taking advantage of. They didn't even know that I was sitting there until they were done. My girl asked me if everything was OK I shook my head. I didn't want to put "the model" on blast in front of his boy. I told her that I would tell her later. She wouldn't let it go. I told her that I was alright. She asked if I had had fun and I told her no. She said that it definitely sounded like it. I told her that I could have won an academy award for my performance.

She hurried us out of the house because she thought that the guy had mistreated me in some way. On the ride home my girl almost had to pull the car over we were laughing so hard at that dude. When I told her about the condom fiasco and how I just got up and pulled down my skirt and walked out of the room. Both had tears running down our face. For those of you reading this that thought that all black men have big dicks trust me it's a myth. I just wish that I didn't have to find out the hard way.

~The End~

You Only Have One Chance to Make a First Impression

There was a time in my life when I was looking for a boyfriend. Someone to go on dates. You know, out to the movies, dinner and what not. I had recently gotten out of a pretty bad relationship with who I thought was my soul mate. He wasn't just another pretender. At this point in my life I had become a fixture in the local barber shop. I would stop in there for lunch and after work to play dominoes. Most of the men in here were playboys. Most of them were not only players but married as well. There were always droves of hoes coming in there bringing them all sorts of gifts. Naturally they all tried to get at me too. But I learned a long time ago that I would rather be the home girl then just another hoe that falls by the way side. I can't blame them it's in there nature. Once they figured out it wasn't happening with me we were all cool. They were my protectors, and everyone knew it. Most of the customers couldn't figure out who's girl I was so most of them left me alone as well. I wasn't going to be another one of the girls they passed around in here. This barber shop was more of a club or a bootleg spot. You could get anything any there like a swap meet. Once the doors were locked it turned into a club. There were dice being shot in the back and happy hour in the front. This was a place where you could be entertained for hours by the shit talking that was going on. I learned most of the games that men play by hanging out in there. If you are looking for me more then likely you can still find me sitting in the back at the domino table.

Barbers came and went. There was a new barber in the shop one day, his name was Ricas. He was a cousin of one of the old heads. He was country right out of a little city in Arkansas. He was tall, with a stocky football build. He had beautiful almond shaped light brown eyes. They made fun of him constantly because they called him soft. He wasn't into running through the women like they were. He pretty much kept to himself. The other barbers in there were constantly battling for air time. They made sure that if a crying ass baby came in the shop that he would have to cut the baby's hair. They started to call him every one's baby daddy.

I am not sure when I decided to go after him, but it was after about a year of him working in the shop. I knew that he had a little crush on me by the way he acted towards me. He was the shy type but always super friendly. I didn't want the others to know that we had started talking after hours. Since they were always making fun of him I thought that it would just be our secret. Since we were all friends no one suspected that we were actually seeing each other at first. Since Ricas was such a good guy I wanted to make sure that I could be a girlfriend and not make him just another dude that I was screwing. I have been involved with a couple of the nice guys in my day prior to Ricas and they never worked out. I was determined to make this one work. I was tired of the thugs and hustlers that I couldn't introduce to my family. The boys in the shop started questioning Ricas and my relationship when I would start popping up at their basketball games. I would just laugh them off and tell them that I didn't want no one who worked in the shop.

We had to sneak around for about a month or so. I wanted to get to know Ricas outside of the shop. I really started to cut for him. He was friendly and caring and just wanted to be with me. He would come over after work and we would just lay around watching TV. He liked brushing my hair which I absolutely loved. I wanted to take my time with Ricas. I could have just jumped into bed with him but that wasn't what either of us wanted or needed at the time. We had been seeing each other for a month or so before I told him that I wanted to be with him. He had told me in a previous conversation that he had never ate pussy. Well I was going to take it slow with him. We were going to watch flick or something but it was going down. Before it was over and done with I was going to have a bib around his neck and he would be eating at my "Y". LOL

The night that it began he came over and we fell into the usual routine of him brushing and running his fingers through my hair. It was such a turn on for me. We started to kiss. He was so excited that it was messy kissing. Yuck! I am not a fan of the slobber that came with it. I was trying to control the pace by pulling away from him and kissing him slow, but I guess all that waiting turned him into some sort of a lizard. He would just go back to the same fast and furious kissing. When I kiss I like to suck on the lips and run my tongue over them. He kept trying to shove his big tongue down my throat. That was turning me off. So I started to kiss his neck he liked it. His moaning told me so. We start to undress and when I seen what he was working with I thought to myself well Alrighty then, let the games begin!! He was so excited he went from slobbing my face and neck down right to penetration. He was fumbling around and shit trying to find the right hole. I already knew that the pussy eating was out. I would estimate that the total foreplay lasted about 5 minutes. I realized quickly he didn't have a clue on how to go about pleasing a woman. He was packing and instead of easing himself into me he was just throwing all of his dick inside of me. Here he is on top of me sweating, and pumping eyes closed. I am sure he thought that he was doing something. Hell no he wasn't. So I told him that I wanted to ride. He smiled at the thought and laid down. I thought that I could control this wild man from sweating in my eyes and also control the pace. When I got on top I swear I didn't hump more then five time then it was over! He is laying there having orgasm spasms. OK now no big deal we waited a long time and he needed to get his first nut out of the way. He was too excited right? I mean I think that I am good, but not that good. I would just let him lay there to regroup. So I get off of him and lay next to him. That is when I hear the snoring. You have got to be shitting me!?!? SNORING? From what? Not the light snoring, the I just need to catch my breath kind of snore. I am talking about the kind of snoring that will wake the dead. We weren't drinking so he didn't pass out. This motherfucker actually was sleeping like he had put in some work. OK now I am pissed. I roll out of bed, go into the living room and roll me a joint. I peek back into my bedroom to check and see if he has woke up yet. NOT! Now this tired bastard has turned onto his side and wrapped up in the covers. I tried to make sense of what the hell had happened. Not a got damn thing happened that's what.

I walk out onto my patio buck ass naked. I was hotter then fish grease. I am sure that while I was out there my ass was smoking, literally. So I light the joint at an attempt to calm my nerves. After a few tokes or so he pokes his big head out the bedroom door that led to the patio and asked,

"Aren't you tired'?

BA-Bee!! If looks could kill his black ass would be 6 ft under right now! Am I tired? From what? Tired of your ass being in my apartment? Hell Yes!! Tired of looking at your big head ass asking me a dumb as question like that? Hell Yes!! I am not completely heartless and I did like this dude. I told him no I wasn't tired in the least sarcastic way I could muster. So I am thinking that round two coming up right? I put out the joint and before I could get back into the apartment his black ass was asleep again. I was so damn disgusted I couldn't even sleep in my own bed. I actually slept on the couch that night. Or not really slept I just kinda laid there most of the night battling with myself to not wake him up and kick him the hell out.

After tossing and turning most of the night he woke me up to tell me that he was leaving. GREAT!! Good Riddance, adios, sayonara, and all that shit. I feel bad about it now. But I don't now, nor have I ever had a poker face. What I feel shows immediately on my face. I am sure I looked at him with a mixture of disgust and disappointment that morning. I couldn't wait for him to leave so I could call my home girls and tell them just how bad it was. They gave me a bunch of reasons why I should have given him another shot. I just couldn't do it.

Over the next few months I continued my regular routine of going to the barbershop and playing dominoes. Ricas would make general conversation with me and asked me to meet up with him from time to time. I always refused. He never asked what happened and for that I thank God. I never had to tell him the ugly truth, and trust me I would have. I was never mean to Ricas after that one night that we shared together. I mean I seen him almost everyday. Some of the guys in the shop found out what happened between us. I am the one that told on us and not him. Ricas left the shop a couple of months after we had sex. He moved to Houston got married and had a child. He was only married for less than a year. I am not saying it was the dick...but that is my guess.

One of his uncles or older cousins should have told him that you only have one time to make a first impression. I could have been married to him...stop laughing!

~The End~