Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Screwing is good, but can I get personality on the side?

While sorting through the emails this past weekend of people wanting to come to my party when I came across a very interesting email of which I'll paraphrase:

"I am looking for a good gangbang with at least 2 or more. I am white, tight, wet and wild, ready to play. Stats: 35, 5'4". 120 lbs,brunette, toned and in shape and ready to please. I can only play from Monday through Thursday but I'm available anytime in those days."

Interesting.
I shot her a quick email and within a few short responses I got a phone number.

The emails were quite short and to the point. "I want to fuck","I want multiple men, it's always been my fantasy."
Talking on the phone, we chatted for a few minutes and said she always wanted to be a submissive and just be used. The calls were unusually short because she had to go or I was busy.

She mentioned she had a date on monday and I wanted to hear all about it. I texted her and it turns out she was at home! The guy stood her up!
In the middle of offering my condolences she says, "What are you doing tonight?"
"I have no plans" was the only lame response I could think of quickly.
"Want to fuck? I'm horny as hell!"
looking at my watch it's almost 11pm!
I didn't really have plans, and was just heading out for a quiet dinner.
"Sure, where do you want to meet?"
So she gave me her home address(!) and it wasn't that far from out of the way for dinner.

As I was heading there, I was a bit apprehensive about the whole situation. I'm not used to things falling together this quickly. These thoughts go through my head as I go pick up some condoms.
I head over to a "neighborhood" in transition. It used to be a really crappy part of town until the townhomes started shooting up like mushrooms. I come across the address and roll up to one of the newer McMansions. She waves at me from the window upstairs and opens up the garage door and motions for me to park inside.

We met at the interior door wearing a robe and promptly gave me a hug. Her robe fell open revealing nothing was underneath.
"Come upstairs quickly!"
Being the curious guy I am, I took in my surroundings; Married, no kids (the place was immaculate!).
She shed her robe and we came to her bedroom revealing a small frame, small breasts, with a substantial bush.
She sat on the bed briefly and pointedly said, "Are those pants staying on?"
I automatically dropped my pants and immediately started sucking my cock with an excellent blow job for awhile and then on all fours.
"Pick a hole. I want to be dirty tonight!" Do all girls use that word?
This girl doesn't mince any words! Out of habit I lowered myself and started licking her pussy and rubbing her clit. She moaned for a few minutes and stated she "Wanted dick, not tongue."

O.K.
Something about her was getting me a bit irritated.
I plunged into her pussy and she ground into me for about 30 seconds before her body tensed up and screamed in the throws of an orgasm. I pounded even harder during these throws and she started screaming obscenities, which got me going even harder.
She collapsed onto the bed.
"That was awesome. You do know how to use a cock, don't you?"
"I've had it all my life, I use it daily." Yeah. Lame, but it was the best I could come up with.
I laid down next to her to nuzzle her neck and she pushed me away. She wanted to get fucked again. Doggy style again.
This was strictly mechanics. No emotion, conversation, or anything resembling an acknowledgment.
Wow!
I continued for a good 30 minutes before she commented "okay. Fuck my ass. Fill me up, baby! The lube is on the nightstand."
Sure enough, it was. I reached for it, while I tongued her ass for a for a few minutes and then liberally lubed her and coated my cock.
"That's it, fuck my ass. I want your cock in there now!"
I went slowly, the head barely made its way in when she pushed back, forcing it in all the way. She did it with such force, I felt the condom tear. I pulled out to put on another...
"Why are you stopping?"
I explained to her that that I needed another condom.
Now that I got the next condom on, I didn't go as slowly but simply shoved it in.
Pure mechanics. Not even lust, except for the past experiences in my head, lust had no part in it. I kept going and as I casually looked around, I noticed there was no clock by the bed. Amazing what you pick up when you're that detached from someone you're screwing.
I didn't like it.
After I don't know how long, I finally had an orgasm as she was on her 4th.

Once again, I laid down with her.
"So you're having a party this friday?"
"Sure am, you're welcome to join us, you could fit in well."
"I can't. I have commitments with his family this weekend.
"Well, I'm having another next weekend, if you want."
"Oh? I might be able to get out of my thing next weekend. it is a gangbang as well?"
"Uhh..no...it's a Bi-Party."
She jumped out of bed like I was a snake, "You're bi? All men?"
"NO! I'm not Bi, the guys will be putting on a show for the ladies and then we all join in."
"I have no interested in Bi's, Homos, or Lesbians."
"Then what is it that you like?"
"I just want to fuck. The more men the better."
Wow! This chick has some weird moral compass!
Trying gamely to sound caring, I asked how many gangbangs has she done.
"None. Not even a threesome. But I've been craving it since august, but I just keep coming across lame guys who talk a good game but never deliver the goods."
The conversation went on about men she has met that weren't that good and so far I was the record breaker with giving her 5 orgasms when the others barely delivered one. She never saw the ones that didn't give her an orgasm again, but she kept the numbers of guys who either had big cocks or those that gave her more than 2 orgasms a night. Usually one in the same.
Okay, my ego is satisfied at least.
"Why not available on weekends?"
"My idiot husband signed me up for all sorts of activities or committed me to things to keep me busy. So I keep him happy that way. He travels quite a bit and is only home for about a week a month and quite frankly I'm tired of it."
I would be traveling that much to if I had to face someone like her every day. Its amazing that this woman has not even so much as to try to endear me in someway. It was a bit annoying and from our conversation, she was not someone I'd meet outside the bedroom.
barely 10 minutes later she goes, "ready for another round?"
"I'm game. Jumpstart me and we'll go."
"You're expecting me to suck it?"
"That's usually how things go."
"After its been inside of me?"
"Want me to wash it? I had a condom on."
"In the bathroom, use the towels on the left."
This chick has some balls!
Trudging to the bathroom its rather spacious.
"LOVE the bathroom!", I yelled out.
"Thanks, my husband spent a fortune on it. If he's not working in his office, in the living room, or working, he's in the bathroom."
Yep. She's a bitch.
As I leave the bathroom, she grins with a mock warmth I've gotten to know from work.
"Bring your cock here."
Before she sucks, she inspects it to make sure I washed every inch. She even spots a bit of lint and plucks it out before sucking on it!
I close my eyes and start pretending its someone else and I got a moderate erection.
"I loved how you fucked my ass. Do it there again."
by the time she turned around, I've gotten limp.
Limp. ME! I just couldn't do it again. She had the warmth of an ice cube. I felt total sympathy for the husband.
I heard my phone vibrate and I thank whatever god was available for it. Diving for the phone I said, "Sorry! It might be important."

"DUDE! wanna join me for a drink?"
"Really?"
"Umm..yeah. Wanna go to ____? We can get a few rounds of Golden Tee."
Sex with her or golden tee?
"Yeah, Sorry to hear that! Tell you what, I'll be over shortly, tell them I'll be right over."
"Tell who? it's just you and me?"
"I know, sorry it happened that way. But I'll see you in 30 minutes."
"Ummm..Okay. What are-"

I hung up the phone, put on my sad face and gave her some excuse about someone being sick in the hospital taking a turn for the worse.
She didn't seem very touched by that either.
"Okay. Will you call me? Maybe arrange something on a weekday or night?"
"SURE! Gotta go, bye!" I very nearly run down the stairs and not even completely dressed as I hit the garage button and dive in the car.

You know, I know there are quite a few one night stands that happen in the world. Yes, I'm one of those guys that will screw just about anything, but at least have a personality.

I get to the bar 20 minutes later and my feet are freezing. I hadn't even bothered putting the socks on until reached the parking lot and saw my buddy's car pull up.

"You look like hell." He inquired.
"Yeah, I was just passing through it."

4 comments:

Aurore said...

The last two lines say it all - I'm sorry you had that experience, hopefully you were able to salvage the rest of the night.

Breve said...

How is it that women like that can get men, and sweet charming me can't get a date?!?!?! LOL....

I had a one-nighter with a guy that was too enthusiastic and thought he was a god...he wasn't, and in this case he being able to hold an erection for an hour was NOT a good thing, but he would not stop until I came and we went thru the whole kama sutra....little did he know that all the "come on baby...cum for daddy" and changing positions up every 5 minutes was counter-productive. About a 1/3 of the way thru my mind checked out....it is lousy just going thru the motions just so you can get rid of someone....

RIV said...

Re-reading this post since it was written how much our second was so different as well as her attitude. She literally wanted to be used and I was being my normally gentleman self. She has been calling since our last enounter. Apparently it is what she wanted and was trying to push my buttons to get what she wanted.

Aurore: the evenibng turned out good. Didn't tell my friend what happened. He doesn't know I cruise like I do.

Breve: I like to think I'm more considerate than other men that I make sure the wo,man gets at least two orgasms before I get my first, and unless I get a cramp or a request, I don't change positions that often.

Reformed Slut said...

This is the BEST EXAMPLE I have seen which explains my theory on "looks". I hate basing a decision on whether or not I'll fuck a guy based on how he looks or what age he is, etc. I've had sex wtih some realy super hot men and it sucked. I've also had sex with not too good looking men that was out of this world AWESOME! To me whether or not I want to fuck someone is based on passion, lust and chemistry. Period.
The chemistry is of course based on physical, sexual & enotional connection...but I don't think its necessarily based on attractiveness. So the woman who has the "5'4". 120 lbs,brunette, toned and in shape and ready to please" is not neccessarily a good fuck just cuz of her size, lol. Oh and I wanted to mention...her saying she was "ready to please" was obviously a lie...especially if her reaction to a blow job was what you got. LMFAO!