Bait

Speaking with first hand knowledge as a man, I can declare that in a man’s sphere of existence, there are certain things that immediately capture his interest and certain things that serve as white noise.  Marketing people sometimes call those attention-getters “Bait”.  Bait images drag a man’s eyes away from other pages in the magazine toward their page.  Bait images pull a man’s eyes from the road ahead of him to a billboard on the side.  Man-bait keeps men watching commercials.  Why do you think in that popular beer commercial, when three men are speaking about one of them losing his man card, there are beautiful women mixed into the background of the image.  Three men talking is white noise.  Three men talking with beautiful women hanging around is interesting, to a man at least.

Take my Sophia’s tits for example (shown here for your enjoyment).   Prime man-bait.  Hustler was brilliant to plaster their name on a top that would be worn by women.  It’s a man’s mag.  Putting the name on a man’s shirt would ensure it wouldn’t be read by men.  But on that rare occasion it shows up stretched across a woman’s tits, men will read the logo and remember.  Perfect bait.

I don’t expect you to remember a word of what I’ve written, but I bet you’ll remember the details of that picture.  God, I love marketing. 

 

Vignette

Leading her through baggage claim, eyes scanning for opportunity, I pushed her into a tiny corner created by a post and a wall.  Pressing her against the wall and kissing her hard, hands roaming her body, everywhere, I didn’t really care about the people behind me, claiming their belongings and secretly spying the reunion in the corner.  I had to have her full lips pressed against mine, her body in my hands, my hips pressed against hers.

“Take off your bra.”

“Here?  Now?”

“Yes.  Take it off”

I reached behind her and undid the clasp.  She slipped it off, beneath her sweater, and put it in her purse at her feet.

Women, if you weren’t aware, you should be.  Cupping a woman’s braless breast through a thin sweater is more of a turn-on to most men than cupping it bare. I savored that breast through that sweater while she reached down and stroked my erect cock through my suit pants.

Lifting her bags and leading her down the escalator, we entered the long tunnel toward parking.  Standing on the moving sidewalk, I couldn’t take the wait anymore.  Pushing her back against the moving rail, I pulled the wide neck of her sweater down to reveal one breast, and with my arm around her lower back I sucked that nipple hard into my mouth.  Were there not a security guy farther back on the moving sidewalk I might have had more of her right there.  Just being in the presence of so much sexiness makes it hard for a man to let it be.  Re-covering her breast as the sidewalk ended, I led Sophia away to where I could enjoy her completely.

Gloriously true

She was just what the doctor ordered.  Exotic, East Indian, finely featured, smoldering eyes, smokin’ body, and best of all, she had a mischievous smile and, it seemed, a demeanor finely crafter to turn a man on.  You know how some women are, the type who always have men looking at them, and loving the attention.  They’ve learned, or perhaps it’s instinctual, how to distract men and build unfounded hopes that never come true.  I’d been victim to women like that before, after all, I am a man, but this time I intended to make my hopes come true.

I’d watched her carefully until the opportunity arose to sweep her into my space and consume her attention.  It was a simple proposition, as I met her walking past the bar.

“Please join me,” I said, motioning toward my table.

With a half-smile, she looked up at me.  “What can you want with me?”  I simply put my hand in the small of her back and guided her through the tables and chairs toward mine.

Ten minutes later we moved to a more private corner of the club.  The people around us, the club music, the waitresses, they all faded away.  Other patrons may have been watching, I didn’t know and didn’t care.  My attention was focused.  We didn’t talk, just let the beat embrace us, smiled, stared, taking in every detail, burned with all passion, enjoyed the exploration, the discovery.  I hadn’t even touched her and I was already hard.   I wanted a hand’s-on experience.

Reaching out to touch, she grabbed my hand and filled my palm with a breast, Sophia’s bare breast, then pressed her equally full and equally bare breast against the back of my hand, sandwiching it there in a heaven skewered by two erect nipples.  Straddling Sofia’s lap, leaning in against my hand, she filled her hand with Sophia’s other breast.  Sophia’s hands caressed the sides of the girl’s ass.

This three-way grope-fest wasn’t part of my hopes when Sophia and I stepped into the gentlemen’s club.  Not saying I wasn’t quickly adjusting to the situation.  Just saying it was beyond my imagination for that evening’s entertainment.  The lap dance was Sophia’s first.  I’d chosen this girl among the two-dozen girls in the club because I guessed, correctly it turned out, that she would give Sophia the best first experience.

Overflowing with desire, I watched her snake her body all over Sophia’s, caressing Sophia’s bare breasts, inviting reciprocation, dragging her long hair around Sophia’s face, lips teasingly kissing, lightly at first, then harder, fuller, turning me the hell on.  Sophia’s smile, mouth partly open in wonder, told me she was enjoying the dance as much as I.  When the song came to an end I whispered to our dancer, “Please continue”.

Pressing her torso fully against Sophia’s, breasts perfectly paired, she pulled herself into Sophia, kissing the side of her neck, arms wrapped around, squeezing her bare beauty against Sophia’s, then quickly pulling back and kissing her on the lips again. She turned around, back to breast, hair filling Sophia’s face.  She took both of Sophia’s hands and pulled them around to cup her breasts in the way I love the most.  God, this girl was good at this, and she knew she was turning me on, I could see it in her face when she looked at me, not seeking approval, just confirming the affect it was having on me.

I didn’t mind at all when the song, and the lap dance, ended.  I badly needed to take Sophia back and fuck her, badly needed to throw her on the bed and tell her to lay there without moving while I stood at the foot of the bed and removed my clothes.  I needed to do bad things to Sophia, in a big way.

Back in San Francisco – part 4 and final

As for my own orgasm, I’ll only say her tight little ass took very good care of me.  See, there’s the dreaminess of Sophia.  Not only is she astonishing in her beauty, I haven’t yet found something she isn’t game to try, and everything she tries she does very very well.  If I want to take her ass she looks back and breathes “it’s yours baby, take it if you like”.  She enjoys women and keeps begging me to find another woman to bring to our bed.  Geez, she’s relentless about it, and if I didn’t realize I was the luckiest guy around, I’d tell her to go find her own damn girl.  Wait, ummm, I told her that already.  I just hope I can be in the room when they get naked.  If I want to pretend I’m Pompeo Posar and take pictures of her, she poses exactly as I ask.  If I want to share a picture or two with another man, she tells me they’re mine to do with as I wish.   She’s more of a dream than I ever imagined I would find.

Back in San Francisco – part 3

Continuing with the Hitachi, Sophia standing there, legs buckling, breathing labored, tied hands mostly keeping her from falling back to her knees.  With each approaching orgasm I pulled the Hitachi away.  I wanted to test her, test her arousal’s reaction to pain.  I wanted to bring her to the verge and keep her there, then bring her pain and see if she remained or subsided.  Using the crop in one hand and the Hitachi in the other, I pushed into her clit and felt her squirm toward the edge again then smacked her hard on the ass with the crop.  Blindfolded, she had no idea it was coming.

“Ouch, fuck.”

It distracted her for maybe one second, before I felt her orgasm approaching.

SMACK!

“Ow.”

Orgasm still almost there

SMACK!  SMACK!

“FUCK, Can I please come?”

“You want to come now?”

I hit the side of her breast.

“Ow.  Please.”

The pain wasn’t bringing her down.

I was insanely hard.

Quickly untying her hands I dragged her over to the bed and laid her on her back, head hung off the edge, the easiest position for her to deepthroat me without gagging.  Grabbing a large dildo I shoved my cock into her mouth and the dildo into her pussy at the same time.  Pumping the dildo quickly, I knew it would bring her to orgasm.

“Don’t you orgasm until I tell you to, do you understand me?”  She nodded yes, then quickly squirmed her  hips away and twisted her legs so I couldn’t work the dildo anymore.  I almost laughed.  She was almost there.  We played this game for three of four more rounds, me pushing her almost all the way there, here squirming to stop me.

“Now, quickly, get up, lean over the bed.”  Pushing her down and positioning her ass toward me, I shoved my cock into her pussy.

“Do I still have to deny my orgasm?’  I could hear almost desperation in her voice.

“Yes, you may come now,” I answered, fucking her hard.  She immediately fell into her familiar, shaking orgasm, followed by another less than a minute later.

It would be my orgasm I’d pursue next.

Back in San Francisco – part 2

I was mostly hard already.  Her expert mouth, those full lips, took care of the remaining 10%.  I didn’t realize though how hard I could get, how long I could get until, reaching behind her I smacked her ass with a riding crop.  Flinching, she never stopped pleasing me.  Again I used the crop, and again, and each time she flinched and squirmed but kept my cock in her mouth, kept working her tongue, until she finally gagged too hard and pulled away.  Fucking hell, looking down at myself, I was harder and longer than I’d ever known.  If you don’t mind me saying, it was glorious.   A marching band should have been playing along with it. 

“Look at how hard you’ve made me, little girl.  You’ve made it that way, I want you to swallow all of it.  With another crop swat to her ass I grabbed her hair and shoved myself back into her mouth.  Sophia has excellent deepthroating skills and normally she can take all of me, at least for a moment, before her gag reflex overcomes her.  Now she was almost there but not quite able. Pulling her hair I held it in for as long as she could keep it before gagging.

“Look at me little girl.”  She looked up and although the blindfold hid her eyes, I could see the complete submission, her mouth still open, waiting for more.  I melted at the vision of it.

“You’re such a good girl.  I’m so proud of you.  You’ve taken everything I’ve given you.  Now take a deep breath and try again.”

With my fist in her hair I pushed more deeply into her throat than ever before.  She held it for longer than ever before gagging it back out, jerking backwards, searching for air.

“That was so perfect.  You’re so good at that.  Now stand up.”  Tightening the rope to keep her hands fully stretched upward, I pushed her back against the door and kissed her.  “I love the taste of my cock on your lips.”

Pulling the Hitachi from my counter of toys, I turned it on and pushed it immediately against her clit.  She jerked away, too much too fast, I knew.  Moving it farther back between her legs for less direct contact, I pushed it against her again and watched her body squirm.  Biting one grape nipple between my teeth and tongue she gasped, pulling away at first them pushing into me, her hips pushing into the toy. Such an amazing tool, she nearly reached orgasm in less than a minute before I pulled it away, causing her to frown and push her hips out, seeking the vibrating head.

“You’ll not come until I give you permission,”  I said.  I wanted to extend her pleasure, drag it out until she begged for it, give her many minutes up against the edge of an orgasm before letting those waves cascade over her.

I had only just begun playing with her.

Back in San Francisco

“I said don’t touch me.”  My reprimand was accompanied by a solid slap to her face.

“But I didn’t….” she began.

Another slap.  “Don’t talk back to me either.

“Okay.”

I grabbed her throat roughly, high up under her jaw and lifted, pushing her against the wall on her toes.

“Yes, Sir” she breathed out through my grasp.

She was buck naked, as beautiful as any man could dream.  Long, full, dark hair cascading against her shoulders, slightly messy from my rough use.  Full lips with no need for artificial color.  Dark eyes, deep eyes, filled with passion, filled with the devotion of her submission, waiting intently for my next command.  Body made for a man’s enjoyment.  Large, heavy breasts, dark nipples the size and color of a cabernet grape, irresistible to hands and mouth.  Smooth skin, medium hips, graceful legs, everything shaved and waxed in preparation for my use.  I continue to marvel at my Sophia’s beauty.

She’s blindfolded and can’t see me staring at her, all of her, so beautiful and bared in front of me.  Her modesty would cause her to look away if she could see.

“Stand here.  Don’t move.”  Leaving her, I quickly tied a coarse rope over the top of a door, the best improvisation I could find with a beam unavailable.  Leading her to the door I pushed her to her knees then lifted her hands and bound them tightly.

“Now, my little girl, you can’t move away, can’t hide from everything I intend for you.  Are you prepared to test your endurance?”

“Yes.”

SLAP!

“Yes, Sir.”

“Better.”

Stepping back to see her more completely, I shook my head at the dream before me.  Kneeling, blindfolded, tied, completely vulnerable, completely trusting, she was the embodiment of years of imagining.  Quickly removing all of my clothing, I stepped back up to her and began living that imagination.

“Open your mouth.”

…to be continued

(I know I spin some yarns, but this time every bit of it’s true and barely 3 days old)

For two obedient girls and one too tired to care – part 5

I have to admit, the vision was surreal.  A 30 foot speed boat bobbing in the open ocean, no land in sight, three naked girls and one man doing like they do on the discovery channel.  Wait, I can confidently say nothing on the discovery channel has done anything like what we were doing.

I wasn’t holding anyone down anymore.  I’d almost forgotten how this episode began.  Rayna brought me quickly back into the proper demeanor.

“Are you going to fuck me or not?” she growled.  I smiled, happy to be brought back.

I snatched a handful of her hair, jerking her up and away from Sophia and threw her over backwards, letting her tumble on her ass on the deck.

“Cardinal rule #1, sweetheart.  Never, ever try to top from the bottom.”

I pulled Jules over in Rayna’s place, bent her over with her face between Sophia’s legs and happily fucked her from behind while Sophia entwined her fingers in Jules’ red hair and enjoyed the oral attention.

I kept glancing back at Rayna, still sitting on the deck, thinking she might try to hit me with something.  Soon though she appeared at my side, eyes downcast, demeanor completely changed.

“Please, sir, will you fuck me?”

“Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about.  Get down on your knees.”  She kneeled beside Jules, who’s pussy so perfectly squeezed my cock.  “First you’ll suck me like a good little girl, and wait your turn.”  I pulled my cock out and turned sideways, pushing it into Rayna’s open mouth.  Noticing Sophia watching intently, I pulled away from Rayna and climbed up onto the bench to straddle Sophia’s head as she sat looking up at me.  Without a command, she tilted her head back, opened her mouth and let my cock slide all the way into her throat.

“Oh My God.  Who would have thought a pretty little Latina like you would have such an open throat.  Where did you learn that, Beautiful?”  It was a rhetorical question.  I didn’t give her a chance to answer.  Instead I spoke to her kindly.  “You’re such a beautifully submissive little thing.  If you don’t mind I’m going to save you for last.  I’ll fuck Scarlet here first, then turn to Rayna, assuming she keeps the right attitude, then I’m going to come back to you and give you your reward.  Can you wait?”  Cock deep in her mouth, she nodded her head while looking up at me with gorgeous chocolate eyes.

So yeah, that’s how I got my crew.  Didn’t start out looking for a crew.  I normally work alone, but there were certain advantages to traveling the seas with these beauties.  Maybe if I have more time between jobs I’ll write more about our adventures.  For now though, Jason signing off.  (yeah, I kinda liked it, so I unofficially changed my name to Jason)

The End

For two obedient girls and one too tired to care – part 4

“Scarlet, you’ve found your true vocation on my boat.  You are so damn good at that.”  Although her mouth was full and she couldn’t speak, I could see a hint of pride in her eyes as she looked up at me.  “There, I knew you’d be on board with the program.  Now if we can only get Rayna here to ante-up.”  Pulling her hair, I lifted her head and turned it to the side so I could talk to her.  “So how about it, sweetheart.  You on board too?”

“Fuck you,” she answered, grimacing against my fist in her hair.

“I’ll take that as a no.  So how about you, Sophia?”  Turning toward the brunette I laughed out loud.  She has one leg up on the bench and her hand between her thighs, fingering herself.  “The little Latina slut can’t help herself.  I’ll take that as a yes.  Now we just need to work on our surly swimmer here.”  Pulling Jules off of my cock and lifting them both to a standing position by their hair, I dragged them over to Sophia and shoved them back to their knees in front of her, putting extra pressure on Rayna and shoving her head between Sophia’s thighs.  “If you don’t want me to fuck you, then let’s see what you think of this Latina pussy.”  Jules went right back to sucking my cock.  She was truly on board.  I was amused to notice her turning her head sideways a bit so she could see what was happening between Rayna and Sophia.  Made me laugh inside.  The little ginger slut was a voyeur too.

Rayna pushed back, her hands on the bench pushing up and away from Sophia.  Sophia looked confused, not quite sure if she should be participating in this but she wasn’t making any effort to get away either.  I put all of my focus on Rayna, smacking her on the ass twice and forcefully shoving her face between Sophia’s legs.  I knew I had to turn this girl on so I pushed my hands between her legs burying my thumb in her pussy and vibrating my index finger against her clit.  She looked back at me, not cursing at least but still scowling, involuntarily arching her back though, pushing her ass into my hand.

“Stop eyeballin’ me, baby, and take care of your girlfriend.”

She turned her focus on Sophia’s pussy, my fist still in her hair, pushing her head.  Slowly, gently, Sophia’s hand grasped mine and peeled up my fingers, releasing my grip on Rayna’s hair, then entwined her own fingers in place of mine.

to be continued…

Story Intermission

So I just had an idea.  I’m always writing in here about stuff that happened some time in the recent past.  This time I’m going to write about something I’d like to make happen in the near future.

In the original movie, Emmanuelle, there’s a scene in a Thai massage parlor.  Three main characters, one man and two women, receive side-by-side bodyslide massages.  If you don’t know what that is, look up a video on your favorite porn website (sometimes listed as a nuru massage).  The scene was a defining vision to an adolescent boy (me), and left me with a lifetime craving for that type of massage.   That was 30 years ago.

American readers might know that it’s illegal to advertise such an intimate massage in the U.S., so it’s near impossible to find a parlor that does it.  I’m sure they’re out there but I’ve never found one.  Canadian readers, I’m sure, will know that it’s not illegal in Canada, at least not in Toronto where I’m headed in December.  On a whim I looked online and found several providers.  So I’m saving my pennies, dropping them in my nuru piggy bank, saving for a nuru bodyslide massage.  Don’t worry, I’m not going to expect it to be just like the movie but I do hope it’s as erotic as I imagine it to be.

You all stay tuned and follow me on this 30 year old odyssey.

If anyone has inside knowledge, please share it.