Ain'T Too Proud To Beg (480 hits)
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Submitted by thaumaturge (View user info) at 2004-09-21 15:32:34 EDT
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As I ran my fingers down her spine, I thought, hmm, "I wonder if she would let me eat a bowl of soup out of her ass?"
There is almost nothing that Sandy wouldn't let me do now; since I found out that she had a threesome in college. An angel by the truest meaning she has always been, treating me better than one so perverse should ever deserve. When I first discovered this debacle, I was shocked, and quite honestly, terribly envious. To think, I almost dumped this girl over it. I mean, why didn't I have all the crazy tales of debauchery? How could my innocent Sandy, who during our first time made me hold her hand and whisper sweet nothings in her ear, fuck two people at once? That's right, a hard-core Chinese-fingertrap style gangbang. It drove me nuts, then wild, and then nuts again.
Holding my smashed ego in her hand, she literally begged me to reconsider my rash motions to walk away and find a girl who liked to take on only one dinger at a time. She promised to make it up, any way she could. She gave me the Wonka ticket on her ass. I couldn't say no.
Now, I consider myself to be somewhat creative, and enjoy the odd experimental trip, but let me tell you, dear reader, I went Zappa on this chick. Sweet and innocent looking she was, until I had her alone. Her protests were half-assed at best, and sharply muted by my three fingers held high.
It has been about six months and I have done everything I could possibly imagine with my dear Sandy. From the reverse jackhammer to eating Glosettes' raisins from her fillet, I've been there. She will even sit there while I prepare the blue cheese for the bi-evening tea bag. I must say, she certainly has been a good sport.
Despite the fact that I was going to town on this chick, it didn't make up for the image in my mind of her packing kosher sausage all around the fat slab factory. I was being a straight jerk, and my sex was becoming angry sex. It didn't take too long for Sandy to realize this, and gave me the ultimate ultimatum: "Here's the score. You've been into some weird shit for far too long with me, and I'm sick of it. As much as I love you I cannot have you punish me with adventurous sex any longer. Either you find us a third party to settle the score and get all of this over with, or just fuck off."
All I could muster was a "Whoa".
A dominatrix as long as she could ever remember, Donna was more than willing to join any couple for a romp. My friend Al knew her from the Manx Club, where she works the door. I had seen her before and thought that she was pretty hot, and hell, Sandy wanted to get my pride in check, so I made that phone call. Done deal.
Bad idea. Donna was more into girls than guys, and I didn't find that shit out until she had me laced to her bedpost. I, being utterly incapacitated, was left to hear Donna slurping and tugging at an exuberant Sandy. I couldn't even see the filthy plunging going on, so I raised protest. This is where my pride took the damn 180. I was forced to beg... to simply watch! Shit, at least I got to see some girl on girl action.
At the end of the evening, I tucked my smurf-balls back in their frilly mesh-sack and whimpered like a schoolmarm. Needless to say, my adventure with 'Donna', or as I call her, "Fish Market No. 1", dashed all fleeting hopes and dreams I had with Sandy. Sandy was better at getting laid, getting chicks, and even better than me at being a guy.
Upon reflection, I probably should have merely continued on with that dirty, dirty... bowl of soup.
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