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“More tongue, Baby. Use that fantastic tongue of yours.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she obeyed. She would never disobey him, even when obeying was a challenge. Nothing worth having , nothing worth achieving, ever came without a challenge. That is what Daddy always said and she knew he was right.

Julie took the cock into her mouth again, determined to make it pleasurable this time. She let her tongue slip out and trace a trail along the bottom of the shaft to the tip, taking a moment to flick the underside and swirl her tongue around the head. A groan escaped the lips of the man attached to the cock. See Daddy, she thought. He’s enjoying it. I can be a good girl, Daddy. She stole a look and saw approval in his eyes.

The man groaned again as she continued to suck and lick. “She really is spectacular Bob. That mouth of hers, that tongue. Damn! You are a lucky man.”

“That I am, ” he responded. “That I am.” Then, turning his attention to Julie, “Come on Babygirl, show this old bastard some lovin.”

Julie was happy to hear her Daddy talk about how lucky he was to have her, although she knew that she was truly the lucky one to have such a loving and thoughtful Daddy. She would do anything for him and she knew he would always be there for her, supporting her, guiding her, loving her the way only he could.

As she went back to the task at hand she thought about her tongue and the fantastic things she could do with it. She had used it on many a man, and woman. She enjoyed it, the feeling of power she got from knowing how much pleasure she was giving them. It gave her pleasure as well. The feeling of a woman’s body reacting to her tongue lapping at her clit and invading her pussy. That was hot. The feel of a man’s cock going from soft to rock hard in her mouth with her lips firmly around it and her tongue swirling about the head. That was pure delight.

There were times, like today, when she couldn’t find the pleasure in it though. It wasn’t because her partners weren’t into it, often they were the ones being more vocal than not about how awesome she was. She did have a fantastic mouth and tongue, Daddy told her all the time, but it was not for everyone. It was different when it was someone else, though having him there with her helped. Just knowing he was there and hearing his voice helped her get past any initial nervousness or apprehension she might have, usually.

Today she couldn’t get into it. She sucked and licked, she caressed and kneaded, she opened up her throat and took every bit of him in. He groaned in appreciation enjoying every moment but she just couldn’t no matter how hard she tried. She imagined it was Daddy’s cock in her mouth. She loved sucking Daddy’s cock. To her, his was absolute perfection. Big and firm, but not too big as to hurt her jaw, and it was smooth, so smooth, with a little tuft of hair at the base. Julie closed her eyes and imagined.

The man’s groaning became louder and he started pumping, driving his cock into her mouth. She fought to keep up with him, to not just open up and let him fuck her mouth. She grabbed his ass and held him firmly, letting her mouth do the moving rather than him. She was more than ready for this to be over but she knew she had to do it right or Daddy would not be pleased. She had to show control and allow him to release at the right time.

“Are you ready Babygirl?”

She managed a nod while continuing her action on the man’s cock.

“Do it, Baby. Make Daddy proud.”

Julie knew what to do. She took the cock into her mouth with her lips about half way down his shaft. Then quickly moved her head back while her tongue kept pressure on his cock and flicked the tender underside of the head as it slid out of her mouth. A few quick strokes with the same movements, then it was time. She opened up her mouth, her throat, and took the cock all the way in. At the same moment she pressed one finger at the base of his scrotum behind his balls and inserted another well lubricated one into his ass.

“Arggg…” She felt the hot cum sliding down her throat as his body twitched and bucked trying to release every ounce. He was done.

“Great job, Baby. That’s my good girl.”

“Holy fuck! That was amazing! I don’t know where you learned those moves but you are one talented young woman.”

Julie gave him a little smile, thankful it was over. She couldn’t wait to get back to their hotel room, have a nice hot shower and snuggle with Daddy.

 

 

This week’s challenge was to make bad sex sound good. I may have come up with the challenge, but that does not mean I was able to meet it.
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TMI #7

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1. What made the best sex partner you’ve ever had so good?
Communication, openness to try things, and a sense of fun. Being able to laugh in the bedroom is sexy. It should be fun. If it isn’t fun it isn’t going to be any good and then what’s the point?

2. What made the worst sex partner you’ve ever had so bad?
The worst? Hmm… Would have to say lack of consideration for me and making sure I was enjoying it. It was bad that every time left me unsatisfied. I may not be the easiest to bring to orgasm. but satisfying me in other ways, making sure I enjoy it, really isn’t that difficult a task.

3. Who was the most physically attractive person you ever had sex with?

This is a difficult one. The more you love someone the more attractive they look to you. I dated a guy for several years and thought he was it. He was smart and handsome and I thought the world of him. A few years after we had broken up I was looking at some pictures and wondered what the hell I saw in this guy. I didn’t find him attractive at all then. That’s when I really understood the saying of love being blind. Just goes to show what our hearts and minds are capable of.

4. How was it?

It was great until it wasn’t.

5. Who was the least attractive person you ever had sex with?

There has to be something attractive about them to me. It doesn’t have to be something everyone finds attractive, just something for me. It could be something as simple as the way he talks or smiles or looks at me. Physical beauty isn’t as important as inner beauty. That being said, I did once have sex with a very unattractive man on both levels. One’s common sense can become greatly impaired when drinking.

6. Why did you do it?

Alcohol was involved. Copious quantities of alcohol…

7. How was it?

It was terrible of course.

Bonus: Describe a bad sexual experience you admit was your fault.

After breaking up with a boyfriend I was out at a bar with a few friends and ran into an old acquaintance who had been trying to get me to go out with him previously. I had always said no because I thought he was too young. Anyone younger than me was considered too young until more recent years. We had a few drinks and I went back to his place with him. We fooled around a bit and were well into it when we stopped. I just wasn’t into him, I was still stuck on the ex-boyfriend and wasn’t really giving him the attention I should have. In retrospect, I shouldn’t have left with him at all. Sometimes we are able to jump right back on the horse, but sometimes we just aren’t.

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Happy TMI Tuesday!

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The Dismount

Have you ever had sex that was so bad you up and stopped in the middle of it? Or are you one of those people who figure since you are already naked you may as well just finish what you started? I mean, it would be impolite not to wouldn’t it?

I have “stuck it out” and had bad sex before. Far too many times for my liking actually. I was inexperienced and all in love and thought it would get better as I got more comfortable and had more sex. We would finish, rather he would finish, and when he fell asleep I would often go out to the living room or bathroom and get myself off. Sometimes I would masturbate right there in bed next to him without him even knowing.

I recall trying to get him to rent a particular porn movie my sister had recommended. No way would he do it. What’s the big frigging deal about watching a porn with a hermaphrodite in it? He watched plenty of porn for crissakes, but a hermaphrodite having sex was too much? I didn’t understand. I was intrigued by the idea and wanted to see it. He finally relented one evening and rented it. It was just for me though, he wouldn’t watch it, not a single second. He told me I could enjoy it without him and off he went to bed. That was a masturbate in the bathroom night.

Let me tell you something, it doesn’t get much better if that’s the place you are in. If he can’t manage to even try to get you off, he’s not worth sticking around for. He’s selfish and he doesn’t care about your needs, period. Don’t move in, move on. If, on the other hand, sex is already good with your partner, it can get even better. This I have also, luckily, experienced.

Back to where I started this… giving up on bad sex.

I have indeed stopped in the middle of sex. One time in particular is known as the Dismount amongst my friends. That’s right fellas, we talk about these things and we often give them, and you, names. I could write a whole other post on Meat Man or Small Dick Guy or Smooth As A Dirt Road, and maybe I will, but for now I shall tell you about the Dismount Dude.

Having had a fight with my boyfriend that resulted in us breaking up, I was not having the best day. I tried to make myself feel better, or numb possibly, by starting in on the full bottle of rye on the shelf. It was calling my name. You can’t ignore good alcohol when it starts calling your name. I called some friends and later that evening they took me out to the bar to cheer me up. I danced and drank and flirted, and ended up rather enjoying myself actually. Several young men had chatted me up and bought me drinks. One of those men even bought me some roses from Rose Guy (I don’t know his actual name. He’s been Rose Guy for nearly 25 years). Spending money on bar roses was a nice touch. I thought it was sweet. How could I not go home with him?

After just breaking up with my boyfriend and proceeding to get very drunk, going home with this guy may have been a bit of a mistake. We began making out in the cab on the way to his place. I was there, but not there. My mind was too fuzzy to focus on what we were doing in the back of the cab. I was just enjoying the attention. When we got to his place it didn’t take long for the clothes to come off. That was what we were there for after all. It was sloppy, but that was to be expected given our states of inebriation. It wasn’t great, but it would be fine I thought. Ringing endorsement for having sex with someone right? “It wasn’t great, but it would be fine.”

It was not fine. It was really quite bad actually. He was really quite bad. We were on his bed, having sex, with me on top straddling him. Good position for me normally. Even earlier said ex had managed to get me very close to orgasm in this position. Not this time. He was really very bad. Really. I don’t know if he would have been much better without alcohol but I suspect not. He had no sense of rhythm or how to use his cock. He was like a little woodpecker pecking away, just hammering away, without any style or care. His kisses were sloppy, in a not good way, and the whole thing was less than lacklustre. Even trying to take control, moving my hips against him to find my spot, did not help.

We were in the middle of fucking when I decided that it just wasn’t cutting it for me. I did consider, just for a second, staying and letting him finish. It was not even worth it. Mid stride, I dismounted, got dressed, and left. I remember him asking me what was wrong, what he could do to make me stay, and telling him that it just wasn’t cutting it for me. Some balls I had back then. Seriously, what would you have done in that situation at 23 years old? I didn’t consider it at the time, but now I realize how lucky I was to be able to just get up and walk out without him doing anything. I have done a few rather stupid things in my day.

You would think that would be the end of the story but no, there was more. Ten years later I ran into Dismount Dude and then proceeded to see him for the better part of a year. Not see as in date or hook up. See as in he somehow ended up renting a room at my Mom’s house and I would often see him when I visited. As if the dismount hadn’t been awkward enough on it’s own!

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