Date: Tue, 16 Dec 2008 02:23:39 +0000
From: Penny Goodhead <tvpenny (at) hotmail (dot) com>
Subject: An Evening with Paul

Big fat hard cocks. I love them. My lust for dick is insatiable. All I ever
seem to think about is a pair of fat balls, a rock hard shaft and big,
shiny throbbing head just waiting to slide inside any and all of my willing
holes. I'll go with a guy anywhere the moment may take me; I've had cock in
toilets of a nightclub (particularly after a couple of lines), a back
alley, in a van and all such places. I dress for easy access -- a skirt,
and if needs be, stockings (otherwise, I will just go barelegged). I'm not
a whore; I don't expect guys to pay me for what I enjoy from them, but I am
a slut, my knickers will fall at the first chance of getting some meat in
me. It's not unusual for me to pick up a couple of guys in a day, although
if I go more than four or five days without a dicking, I'm almost unable to
function -- such is my need.

Most of all though, I love meets with my regular fuckbuddys, mostly those I
have met over the `net. They're always at my place, and it really excites
me to know that I can be chatting to a guy online, and an hour later have
that same man at mine, his cock fucking my mouth or deep in my tight
manpussy, fucking it hard like it needs to be.

Paul is a regular fuck buddy. We'll meet maybe once or twice a month. He is
in his early forties, with a slightly paunched belly on his otherwise toned
figure. His face is a manly, chiselled face, with brown eyes that match his
short, receding brown hair. His cock is a beautiful ten inches, cut with a
lovely pair of large balls in a hairy sac.

He loves to buy me lingerie and pretty clothes; he has a good eye on what
would look good on me, and never disappoints. He'd phoned me a few days
before to say that he would love to come over and use me for a few hours -
I just couldn't say no to such an offer! I was ready even before he called
to say he was leaving the office and would be here within the hour - I wore
a white lacy bra under a plain white, low cut, sleeveless tshirt; tight
enough to show off my nice 36B tits, along with a short black pleated skirt
over some white high leg cotton knickers and some 15 denier tan tights over
my long, smooth legs. I don't usually wear shoes in my apartment, but Paul
did love me to wear a pair of heels, so I duly wore them for him.

He arrived right on time; dressed casually in a pair of black trousers and
light jumper. Paul took his shoes off straight away. He carried an
overnight bag, and a large shopping bag. As I kissed him on the cheek and
invited him in, he passed me over the shopping bag, "A present for you." He
said. As we made ourselves comfortable in my living room, I emptied the
contents of the bag onto my table and carefully unwrapped the tissue
parcel. My eyes lit up as I pulled out a pretty floral print satin chemise,
a black camisole and matching shorts. I held the chemise up against me, and
looked back at Paul "Its lovely" I said to him, "I would wear it now, but
I'm worried that it may get a bit messy," smiling to him.  "Mmm, Penny," he
grinned back, "I think I've a good idea what you mean" "Still, I am sure I
can find a way to show you my thanks".  I could see how horny he was, and
he knew I was eagerly waiting for him to let me get to his cock.

We sat, and as was often the way, we would make some small talk while a
porno played on the TV. I got him a drink first, making sure that as I bent
over to reach the bottle of wine from the fridge that he could see my pert
bum flashing out under the skirt. He told me about his recent trip abroad,
and how he had met some guys and girls with whom he'd had fun -- but was
also quick to mention that it was not as much fun as he would have with
me. He'd also brought over some pot on this occasion -- some green from
Amsterdam. We shared and enjoyed the spliff he rolled, and that, with the
conversation, the porn, drink and anticipation of what I knew would happen
shortly made me feel very horny.

Paul got up to pour both of us another drink. He put them down on the
table, and stood in front of me. "So, baby, you want some of this?" he
said, rubbing his crotch.  I said nothing, and got up to kiss him, and he
kissed me back, and as we kissed, my hands began to move down his body,
down to his waist, where they felt out his belt and unbuckled it. His hands
were at my tits, caressing and stroking them over my tshirt. We pulled away
from each other, and I was quick to undo the belt; my nimble fingers
quickly unbuttoned the trouser waist before moving the zip down. His
trousers fell to his ankles unaided while he took off his jumper, throwing
it to the floor. He stood there, his cock straining inside the tight CK
boxers. I fell to my knees and moved my smiling face to his groin, looking
up at him as I did so. He was looking down at me, watching me get more and
more excited as I knew that I was moments away from tasting his juicy
cock. His hand swept behind my head, and pushed it onto him -- he ground
his groin against my face, rubbing himself against me. I could feel the
solid, hard cock underneath the thin fabric of his pants, and I needed it
badly. I was moaning out to him now, he could hear how much I wanted
it. Pulling me away by my hair with one hand, his other took the front of
the pants, and pulled them down enough to expose his hard cock to me. My
smile broadened as I finally had his cock naked and ready in front of me. I
looked up at him, still smiling, waiting for him to let me start working on
his meat.  Paul took hold of his cock, and playfully slapped it over my
face for a bit, watching me trying to catch it with my tongue and mouth. He
chuckled as he continued to tease me with it, rubbing and pressing it
against my face.

I begged him to let me take it into my mouth. "Please, Paul, please let me
feel your hard dick in my mouth. You know I need it there, baby"

"Suck on the balls first, honey", he replied, lifting the hard ten inch
shaft up so his balls were accessible to me. I took a moment and stared at
those lovely big balls, still hanging low in his hairy sac before moving
myself to close in on them. I extended my tongue out, until I felt the
warmness of his balls on the tip. I started to lick over them, listening to
Paul moan softly. I washed his balls with my hot little tongue, salivating
over every part of them. "Suck on `em", he panted to me, "suck on each of
them, baby, lemme feel those hot lips on my balls". I willingly did as I
was told, and took each ball between my lips, gently sucking on them. As I
did this, I could feel him rubbing at his shaft, wanking himself. I moaned
loudly in pleasure for him, letting him know I enjoyed the taste and feel
of his big balls in my oral opening. He too moaned back in appreciation of
my expert mouth. I worked on those big, heavy balls, savouring his taste a
little longer, before my lips and tongue began working their way up, over
his nutsac to the base of his thick cock. His hand fell away as I started
to lick and kiss the bottom of the meat, slowly, all over, gradually moving
up -- slowly. "Fuck, yeah, that's it baby, love my dick with your
mouth. You can't wait to take it, can you?" I looked up at him, smiling as
I continued. My hand wrapped around the cock head and gently squeezed
it. He gasped as I did this. My tongue went on, kissing and licking the
shaft, worshipping Paul's beautiful cock. As I got nearer the cockhead, I
moved my hand off it, leaving it waiting for my tongue to touch it. Paul
gasped as my silky tongue made contact. I licked all over it, so slowly,
once again relishing the taste, now of precum and piss mixed together. I
licked all over it, bathing it with my saliva . I pulled back momentarily
to look at it, then my lust filled eyes looked up at him. He was panting
heavily. He looked down at me. "Suck on it, honey, make me cum in your
mouth."  My lips moved down onto the fat mushroom head, wet with my mouth
juice, all purple, hard and throbbing. I kissed the tip, before opening up
my lips and enveloping it with them. My mouth moved down, until his crown
was in. I slowly bobbed my head up and down, and from side to side, my hand
wrapped on the shaft, stroking it gently up and down. He let me go on like
this, slowly and lovingly sucking just the cockhead, flicking my tongue
over it, whilst my hand slid up and down. Paul leant over to reach out for
some poppers I had placed on the table and took them whilst I was sucking
away. His hit was quick; I could feel his cock throb, and he growled as he
took my ponytail and clenched it in his fist, pushing me further down onto
his cock. My hand fell away, knowing what was going to happen next; Paul
would push harder, forcing me to take more of his big dick into my mouth
and down my throat. I willingly submitted to him, and felt more of the
fuckpole slide in. As he reached the back of my throat, I started to gag,
my throat instinctively tightening around the cockhead. He pulled my head
back just a little, before pushing it down again, making me gag once more,
pressing me down onto the last few inches of his tool. "Give me your
mouth", he commanded, "more, more, oh, yeah, that's it". He felt my lips
pushed against the base of his cock, my nose buried in his pubes, and he
held me there for a second or two, before releasing his grip and letting me
pull back, slowly.  A trail of saliva followed his cock head as it left my
mouth. Clearing my throat, I smiled up at him, and he passed me down the
poppers. "Again, sweetie, take all of me again." I didn't need to be asked
again. I sniffed into the poppers and felt them give me the rush that I
loved -- the rush that made me hungrier and hornier for cock. I kept my
eyes fixed on his as my lips took his cockhead, and slid down his shaft. As
the mushroom head hit the back of my throat, I pushed harder to take
him. "Mmm..yeah. That's it Penny. Gag yourself on my cock" he muttered as
he heard me choke. I took all of Paul again, until there was no more. I
took his ass in my hands, and pulled him onto me, trying to get just a
little bit more of him down my throat. He took the initiative, and pushed
himself, once again taking hold of my pony tail, keeping my head still. He
withdrew, and then thrust into me again, in one firm, whole thrust, pushing
right past my gag reflex. He started to pump now, taking the poppers as he
did so, before withdrawing to let me take some. As soon as he had taken
some more of the poppers, his hand moved to under my chin, and held it
firmly there. That, with the other hand gripping my pony tail tight, meant
that he could now use my head and slam it down on his cock, making me gag
hard.

Paul was going to cum imminently. I pulled back from deepthroating him till
I had just the cockhead in my mouth, and sucked hard on this whilst my left
hand milked his balls, and my right slid up and down the shaft. I didn't
need to do this for long before he groaned loudly - the first blast of cum
shot out, filling my mouth. Paul was a heavy cummer, and his seed was sweet
to the taste. The first shot was quickly followed by a second and third; he
was filling my mouth quicker than I could swallow it, and I could feel the
precious juice begin to leak out from my lips. I sucked ever harder on him,
wanting to empty him of his seed. His groan became louder and louder as I
went on, and before I knew it, he was pulling my me off him. I lifted my
head up, and before I swallowed what was left, I looked up at him, and
opened my mouth wide to show the last remnants of his cum, before they
disappeared down my greedy throat. I licked up what little had dribbled out
onto my chin.  "You sexy bitch," he said, before shaking his cock, then
rubbing it over my face. He fell back onto the sofa, and I got up from my
knees.

I briefly left the room to clean myself up -- I had to change, as my
tshirt was now stained with my mouth juices. I left on my skirt, tights and
knickers, but chose a blue silk blouse to replace the white tshirt. I left
the top button undone, nicely showing my cleavage and a little of my bra. I
also took the opportunity to look in the mirroe and check my makeup. My
mascara had run, and my lippy was smudged. I figured I should just leave
it, as it would probably take too long to clear off and reapply. Besides,
it made me look slutty, and I knew Paul would like that. I pranced back
into the living room, where Paul was sat on the sofa, naked, with a spliff
in one hand, drink in the other engrossed in the movie still playing on the
TV. His cock was soft and withered, but Paul was quick to get hard again
after a session, so I knew that I would not have to wait long for his cock
to get stiff enough to fuck my pussy, which by now ached for him inside it.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth -- it was throbbing and hard again,
covered in my mouth juices. He turned me over to my front, and straddled
himself over my legs, locking them in place under his weight. I watched him
in the mirror as he took the hem of my pleated skirt and lifted it over my
waist. He licked his lips as he took a moment to admire my bum in the
tights and print cotton knickers. "Oh yeah", he said, grinning, "I've
missed this piece of ass for far too long". His hand slipped under the top
of the tights, and began to fondle my smooth cheeks, rubbing them with his
strong hands. I moaned softly with pleasure as his hands moved over, his
fingertip gently probing my tight hole over the thin layer of the
knickers. His hands moved out, and he took hold of his cock. He knelt up a
little, so I could see the throbbing meat better. "You want some of this,
don't ya, sweetie. You want me to stuff that tight little cunt of yours
with my big fat dick". I groaned a yes in reply, now lifting my ass toward
him, feeling his big balls on it. He took hold of the tights, and
effortlessly ripped into them. All that stood between his cock and my
asspussy were the knickers. He grabbed hold of the hem, and pulled hard at
them. I winced as I felt the hem of the knickers dig into me. He pulled and
tugged, at one point lifting me off the bed as he fought to tear them
off. Eventually, I could hear the cotton begin to split, and they quickly
came apart, exposing my rounded cheeks to him. He let go of the torn
panties, and knelt back down. He spread out my ass with his hands, and
nudged his cock against my hole. He took the poppers, and passed them to
me. "Hold these" he commanded after he sniffed them, and put his hand over
my mouth. I took them, and sniffed as well. "Time to get fucked, Penny, and
I promise, its gonna hurt" he growled into my ear, and then in one hard,
almost brutal thrust, pushed his cock into my asspussy.

My squeal of pain was muffled by his hand cupping my mouth as the head
broke through my opening, and widened it out, quickly followed by the
shaft, which my sphincter tightly gripped. "Fuck, yeah" he groaned as he
pushed further in, bearing his weight down, pushing more and more of the
long, fat cock into me, filling my mancunt. He went on, until there was
nothing more -- his pubes were rubbing against my cheeks, and I could
feel the large nutsac against me. Paul held it in for a moment, groaning,
before pulling back, slowly, letting me feel the hard, veiny shaft slide
out of my still tight ass, and then drew his cockhead away, almost
completely, before coming back down, as hard as before, and just as
deep. He started to slide in and out, with quick, deep thrusts, moaning in
my ear. "Oh, Penny, my hot little slut. I've missed your pussy. So fucking
tight, so fucking hot!". He paused for a moment, and took the poppers from
my hand, and sniffed at them. I could feel his cock throb for a moment as
he took a deep inhale. As they kicked in, he really started to fuck hard,
much harder than before, and as I tried to bury my face into the bed to
take the pain, he used my ponytail to pull it back up, so I stared at
myself in the mirror "No way, bitch", he grunted, "I wanna watch your face
as I fuck you, I wanna see that pretty little mouth smile and beg me for
more.", pushing his finger in my mouth, "Suck it, princess, suck it like
you sucked my dick". I watched myself in the mirror, taking his long, hard
dick, and looked at his pleasure as he stuffed it hard into my tight cunt;
his smile told me how much he was enjoying the use of my asscunt. I pushed
my ass up toward him, wanting and needing more of his screwpole in me.
"Fuck, oh fuck, so good", he growled at me. "I should rent you out to my
friends, sweetie. Show them what a good fucking time you are." It made me
so horny when he said that; I reached out for the poppers and sniffed into
the bottle again, before the rush briefly hit me again. He slammed down
hard onto me, grinding himself hard, using his bodyweight on me.

Paul pulled out his cock with an audible pop, and lifted me up by my waist,
so I was on all fours. He stood behind me, his cock pressed again against
my pussy. He took the poppers and sniffed into the bottle. "Fuck yeah!" he
growled, as he sniffed, "Back up, bitch, back yourself up onto my big
dick". As soon as he had started to take the poppers, I had quickly impaled
myself onto his cock -- my slutty hole was still tight enough that I had
to work hard to take him, but I took him all the way, quickly filling up my
asspussy with cock. And it felt so good! I rocked back and forth, feeling
his cock sliding in and out of me, taking it nice and slow, grinding my
smooth ass against his rough pubes. He moaned louder and louder, his hands
were on his hips, and he was arching his back as my slow, loving thrusts
pushed against him., and then, as I'd taken them, slammed back on him hard,
till his hands gripped at my hips, and pulled me onto him as he thrust into
me, fucking me as hard as ever, grunting loudly as he pounded my
cunt. After he'd used them, he passed the poppers over to me, and I also
took a long, deep inhale as I rocked myself back and forth on his rod. I
was grinding my ass into him and I could feel those big heavy balls against
me. "Oh yeah, that's it, bitch, yeah, ride my cock" he growled with delight
as I pushed hard against him. He let me slide my cunt onto his throbbing
meat, eagerly taking all of it. I purred with pleasure as I rocked back and
forth, wiggling my butt each time I took the cock all the way in. Paul
slapped my smooth round ass cheeks, before grabbing them hard and pushing
himself into me again, slamming quick and hard into me. Each thrust caused
me to squeal with delight. I wanted him to go on and on, to fuck me harder
and deeper, to use my pussy as his fuckhole, to fill it with his seed. My
pussy was getting wet and loose as his continued assault on it showed no
signs of stopping. I found myself arching my back, pushing my ass up toward
him, I wanted more and more of him inside me, his ten inches now not enough
for my loose, cock hungry hole. My mouth gave out slutty groans as each
thrust into me filled me with pleasure.

He withdrew again, slapped his cock on my asscheeks and told me to get up
whilst he fell to the bed on his back. I looked down, as he held his
raging, throbbing cock, with its large, bulbous head in his hand. His other
had reached out again for the poppers, and he was sniffing into them. He
didn't need to tell me what to do as I straddled across him, and put my
hand over his to help him guide his meat into my now fucked out pussy. I
slid down it with ease; he'd loosened me good, and quickly took it right
down to the balls. I moaned out as I felt it fully inside me; it felt
deeper than when he had fucked me from behind. I had another go with the
poppers, and they rushed quickly. It felt so fucking good to feel his cock
hard and deep in me, and I wanted it harder and deeper. My arms stretched
out behind me, and my hands took hold of his legs, propping me up. I
quickly started to slide up his cock and back down onto him, fucking myself
hard. He looked up at me as I rode that firm man meat for all I was worth,
grunting and moaning, calling me his bitch and whore; I giggled a little as
I could hear the squelching of my ass juices as my cunt came down on his
cock.

Paul's hands had clasped onto my thighs, and grabbed them, holding me down
each time I came back down on his dick -- I looked at him, and could see
that he was close to cumming. He pulled me down again with his firm hands,
and I could hear a low growl that became louder and louder, as his face
screwed up. His cock pulsed, and I felt his cock erupting, Filling my pussy
with his seed. "FUUUUUUUCK!" he cried as his load emptied, thrusting hard
into me. I squeezed my pussy around the erupting head and shaft, coaxing
more of his creamy juice into my willing hole. I paused for a moment to
look at him before I lifted myself up and off him. I could feel his cum
seeping out of my raw and fucked mancunt. I got up off the bed, throwing
the ripped tights to one side and slipped on a fresh pair of knickers from
my chest of drawers. Paul lay on the bed, relaxed and bathing in his
orgasm.  He got up after a short while, and I followed him into the
bathroom. I lay on the floor, sat on the floor, resting with my elbows, my
legs wide open. I looked up at him. "Why don't you use me as your toilet,
babe?" I said to him, matter of factly. He turned and grinned, and aimed
his flaccid cock toward me. The stream of piss began, and he aimed it at my
lower torso, and hosed up and down, soaking me quickly in the warm, golden
jet of urine. When he had finished, he shook the last drops off over me and
left the room to go back into the lounge, where he took his half finished
drink, and continued watching the porn. I took the opportunity to clean
myself up -- I was a mess, my mascara and lipstick smudged, coated in
piss and mouth juices.  I took off all the clothes, and quickly
showered. Paul would be fine while I sorted myself out. I went back to the
bedroom, and put on the lingerie he'd bought me. I returned into the
lounge, to see him engrossed with the TV. I sat next to him and took my
drink too. We stayed up for a bit, at least until the end of the video --
it had sufficiently aroused Paul to a state that his cock was semi hard,
and would not need too much work to get nice and solid again. I suggested
we call it an evening, or at least go to bed.

I could feel him hard again, his cock was pressing into my back. Without a
word, he guided his cockhead to my loose opening and effortlessly entered
me again. He started to rock back and forth, as I lay motionless on my
side. This time, he fucked me without passion -- it was almost mechanical.
He was fucking me to fulfill his need to cum, using me as a vessel to empty
his seed, and that made me feel so, so slutty. He must have pumped me for a
good five or six minutes like that before he began to quietly grunt -- I
guessed he was close to coming. I whispered to him, "Use me, honey, use my
asspussy to empty your balls". It must have sent him over the edge, as he
came once more inside me, giving a low groan as I felt his hot come once
again fill me. Paul pulled his withered cock out, and turned over, saying
nothing before returning to sleep.

Paul had to leave the next morning, but not before I sucked on his cock
again!

As always, I hope you've enjoyed my story. Yes, I do base these on actual
experiences, and would love to hear your comments!
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