Well, twas a bright afternoon and I'd given some serious consideration to perusing several newsworthy publications of considerable political merit in order to suitably prepare myself for the upcoming EU referendum vote...
Until sitting back I realized that this was indeed a twattish idea and I would have my cock sucked instead by a nimble and lithe lady of the night, well, day. You know what I mean.
I checked the menu and bingo. Up popped Roxa..
She looks pretty good I thought and considering I didnt even want a shag, simply a horny bitch on all fours engorging on my phallus, I thought she had just the right amount of 'dirty' about her to make it feel 'wrong' which of course means, just right.
I calls her and made it clear what I was after...I wanted to fuck her face...no preamble, no bollox, well apart from mine, no questions...she would go down on me and I would fill her mouth with spunk...just a quick visit...was she up for it..
She was indeed...and at £30 for a kwik 15 mins I thought...what a superb bargain...hooray for the EU open trading area which makes doing business with our euro neighbours so much easier these days...!
Then it started to go wrong...
I got to the flat, easy to find, bottom end of the city centre and then was buzzed in...
And fuck me...where had the brunette little fuckable milf gone from 'tinternet' instead I was met with what looked like Bernard Mannings little sister dressed up in sexy lingerie that looked about as sexy as a pantomime dame...
Fucking hell I thought as the door slammed shut behind, simulteneously signalling my doom...
Into the bedroom and in fairness she did as I instructed as, determined to get my rocks off I ordered her into position and unzipped.
She was straight onto it like a trooper, hand gripped around my shaft and with my cock into her mouth I tried to enjoy the sensation whilst avoiding looking down lest I was put off with the view of what appeared to be a bloke with shoulders wider than mine, in lace knickers, sucking me off.
I neednt have worried as my attention was immediately taken up by the sensation of not so much a sensual blow job, more of waking up from a particularly fucked up dream only to find you had sleepwalked and ended up putting your cock into a food blender.
Worst blow job I ve ever had...fucking painful in fact....she wanked the shaft so freaking hard I thought the fella was gonna come off in her hand and her teeth raking up and down had all the sensuality of fucking the face of a rhodesian ridgeback..
But fuck me gents I am if nothing else a determined and resolute individual and so I eventually came, not so much with a moan of pleasure but more of a cry of relief, all William Wallace like...'freedom!!!'
Thank fuck its over...
I made my escape and tottered down the street, scratching my head, wondering what the fuck had just happened..
Its a neutral cus it was cheap as chips and ok, she did as instructed, but nah...don't do it fella's..
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