August 30, 2005
5th Creampie Story Here: Creampie Fetish
I watched her come into the Northwest Airlines WorldClub room in Minneapolis. At the time I was busy writing another story involving my love of creampie eating, AND chatting on ICQ with a beauty from Canada, so I was sorta busy. But then my eyes focused on her.
She was maybe forty and painfully stylish. She had on a beautiful suit dress that reminded me of an executive. Her makeup was tastefully applied, and she carried herself dignity. While she had a nice trim figure, there was nothing the least bit slutty about her. Even so, the erection I had been battling while I wrote my story and chatted instantly became a losing battle and I knew I’d better get to the restroom to wipe away the excess precum before I soiled my trousers.
Why? The answer is less than obvious. She had one of those gorgeous bob haircuts that arched up high in the back, revealing a deliciously long nape begging to be kissed. Her honey blonde hair curled under, forming a perfectly straight line that swooped from high in the back to jaw level in the front.
Now, this haircut triggers in me images of sex. I instantly can see myself trailing my tongue down her nape to her back to her asscheeks. I would pause there, eating her asshole until she screamed for me to suck her pussy. Ahhhh, the strange mental images little things can cause.
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I made it my business to bump casually into her at the cocktail area. Ooohh…. she was wearing Chanel No. 5. I made as much small talk as I could, which wasn’t much. Turned out she was waiting for her husband. Oh well. I happened to bump into her again coming out of the restroom and she smiled at me in recognition. That was something, I guess.
Well, one of the dangers of being a horny bastard is that you sometimes take risks you ought not. My story grew beyond the length that Notepad allowed, so I switched to Wordpad. My wordpad is configured to use a large font, readable at some distance. Normally I make it smaller if I am writing smut. But I got to the end of the document, and was preparing to reduce the size when ICQ beeped at me. My cutie from Canada was sending me a pic and finished. It was a topless one I saw, and I stopped to oogle her breasts. Bad decision.
“Is that what I think it is?!” a hushed feminine voice spoke, right next to my ear. Oh my God! It was the stylish woman who I had a boner over! And, she had seen the smut on my screen. I hurriedly minimized the image and the document, but she had seen it.
“I am soooo sorry you saw that,” I said truthfully. But I was in awe of her and in my confusion, it showed. I was totally flustered. If she busted me I was in deep doo doo.
“It’s OK, really,” she soothed. “Can I sit down?” Dumbly, I nodded, so she sat, filling my senses with her presense. “So, you sit here and view porn?” she said, drinking a bloody mary.
“Well, sometimes,” I admitted. I found it was impossible to be suave in the situation. Just then I hear the distinctive sound ICQ makes when I get a message. She heard it too.
“What was that?” she asked, pointing at the little blinking message icon in my system tray.
“I am chatting with someone,” I said.
“The girl in the picture?” she asked.
“Yeah. Her.” I was still flummoxed.
“Aren’t you going to answer her?”
“I’m not really sure you want to see what we write about.”
“I don’t know. I’m pretty openminded,” she told me. “C’mon, I want to see what this ‘chatting’ is that I hear all about.”
‘Why me?’ I thought. Instead, I said, “OK, but you’ve been warned.” I double clicked on the icon, and a terribly embarrassing message popped up:
So… is that hot lady with the “cute blonde bob” still there? Would you *really* tongue her ass?
And I love the story you sent. When will the one you are writing be done?
I turned all shades of red, which confused her until she realized *she* was the hot lady with the cute blonde bob. Then she smiled and stole the laptop’s keyboard. She wrote:
Yes, I am still here, and he probably would eat my ass if I let him. What story did he write?
Of course, there ensued a flurry of messages until my embarrassment was complete. Susan, the blonde lady’s name, turned out to have a deliciously wicked sense of humor. It didn’t even fail her when she learned her husband’s flight was delayed. Instead, she chatted with my ICQ mate, who delighted in telling her every gory detail she’d learned about me. She even gave her the URL of my info web page, which Susan demanded I show. From there, all hell broke loose.
On my page I had links to all the stories I had posted. Susan sent me away to get her a bloody mary as she read one. She had only read a page when I got back and her face was flushed. She downed the entire thing in a gulp and sent me back for another. I felt like her lacky, but got her another. When I got back, she was fanning herself.
“You are a pretty good writer,” she said. “And I think I would classify you as kinky”. I shrugged: some people thought it kinky I knew. She took a drink, consuming half of her new glass. I saw her eyes were getting sort of glazed. I decided to take a chance.
“I think I would classify you as hot”, I smiled, resuming my seat. She looked right at me, maybe even through me. Then she casually stroked her nape and neck.
“Would you really do those things you write about? Would you really eat a creampie? Would you really lick my, you know.”
“Yes, I would,” I said. “Like I said, I think you are hot. And you are making me hotter by the minute.”
“Too bad you are flying out,” she said. “You have me all aroused and curious.”
“Who said I am flying out? I am just here working because of the free booze.” I smiled at her.
She looked shocked. She had that ‘I need to run away’ look, like I had an hour earlier when she caught me. “Listen, I have to go meet my husband’s plane. I am going to ask him if you can have dinner with us and if he says yes, I’ll be back.”
The upshot is, that she did come back. Her husband Mike was a round businessman who no way was in her league. I packed my laptop up and went to dinner. During dinner, she told him I ran a website that he needed to see, and kept his questions at bay. Then she asked if I could come to their place to “explain anything he had questions about.” I figured, what the hell, especially since I would have to take a taxi to get back to the hotel.
They lived in a very nice area of town, in a very nice house. She fixed us drinks as I watched him boot their computer and gave him the URL. Then, I took my drink and excused myself. I went to the living room to wait.
I waited a long time. A very long time. I found the bar and made myself another drink, then another. Finally I went to their den to see what was the matter.
What was the matter is that Susan had her lips wrapped around Mike’s cock and was sucking hard. I nearly dropped my glass. I watched her in profile, her blonde hair swaying back and forth as she repeatedly swallowed his cock. I saw one reason why Mike had earned her: he had a very long and fat cock.
“She’s fucking sexy isn’t she,” Mike said.
“Yes, she really is,” I said, in awe.
Susan stopped and looked at me, saliva dribbling down her chin. “Come over here and do what you promised,” she demanded. She stood, and began to remove her suit dress. I went to her and helped to unbutton her bra. Soon, she stood completely nude.
She gripped Mike’s head and drew him to her nipples. I stood behind her, and kissed her ears and neck. “Oh yeah,” she muttered. I held her head in my hands and kissed her right on the nape, nuzzling her like crazy. Then… I moved lower.
Like in a dream, I slide my tongue slowly down, feeling every bump of her spinal cord. I got to her firm ass, and parted it. Without hesitation, I kissed down her forbidden valley until I came to her asshole. She went wild!
Mike knelt in front of her, and I could listen to him licking her pussy as I lathered up her ass with my tongue. She reached back and gripped my hair, so that she could grind her asshole against my mouth. “No one has EVER eaten my assss,” she hissed. Patiently, I kept licking and pushing against it with my tongue, trying to be able to tongue fuck her ass. I was rewarded by her moans and her cries of “fuck me, fuck my ass with that tongue!” Right-o I said.
“I need to fuck you babe,” said Mike. Willingly, she disengaged from my eager mouth, and bent over the computer desk. She was dripping wet, I saw. Mike put his mammoth meat against her well-worn pussy and pushed in, making her gasp. It was unbelievable to watch that cock driving in and out of her.
I came over to rub and squeeze her ass… and to kiss her neck. She turned and mouth kissed me, pushing her tongue into mine. Then she huffed and puffed through her nose and came. Mike didn’t even slow down, but kept on pumping that cock of his in and out. This seemed to prolong her orgasm, during which she held my head by my hair to force me to keep the kiss going. Then she smiled, and told me, “Oh that was nice.” It was a sexy smile indeed.
“Lay down Mike,” she told him. He sat backward, taking her with him, then laid on the floor. She sat full on him, his entire length buried deep. Then she gave me that wicked smile and crooked a finger. “Lick my clit while he fucks me,” she said. Yes ma’am!
I laid on my belly between his legs and found her clit. I licked her, finding it hard to keep on it while she was raising and lowering. She gripped my hair, making sure I kept the right position. At one point she crouched and let Mike do all the pumping, which made it easy for me to lick and suck her clit. It was fantastically sexy to be right there, smelling their sex and listening to his cock slapping in and out of her pussy.
Then, she surprised me. The next time she began riding up and down, she came all the way off. Then, gripping my hair, she fed me Mike’s cock. Truth is, I had rarely sucked a cock before, and only when really drunk and horny. I was certainly horny, but not all that drunk. Even so, I got into it as Susan pushed my head down and Mike pumped up to meet me. It was delicious to taste her sexy juices on his real live cock. She seemed to really get off on it, as did Mike.
She put him back into her and pulled me up to kiss her. “Are you ready to eat his cum from me?” she asked. She was panting with desire.
“Oh hell yeah!” I enthused.
She began to encourage Mike to cum. “Cum now baby… Cum hard… fill me… let him eat your cum from my dripping pussy….” Mike began to thrust like crazy, and then shouted that he was cumming. He pushed in deep, and held in, making grunting noises. MMmmmmm. I loved listening to it.
Then, he pulled out. “Oh God, yeah,” she moaned as I slid under her. She knelt astride my face and I began what I love best: creampie eating. I licked at her lips, then between her lips. Back and forth, deep into her valley. I was rewarded with a thick glob of his cum, strongly flavored with her pussy juices. I felt her shudder as she enjoyed the probing tongue inside her recently fucked hole.
“Does it feel good babe?” Mike said.
“Oohhhhhh yeah,” she moaned. She was rocking her wonderful pussy against my tongue, using it to rub all over. I listening to her as her breathing quickened, and she began to get wetter so that more cream was dripping out. She came, sitting down rather hard on my mouth and grinding. I sucked hard, trying to capture all the cum escaping during her orgasm, but it was hard with her grinding so fucking hard.
She soon relented, nearly collapsing on me. I tenderly licked at her, cleaning her as best I could. She swung around and kissed my face, cleaning the cum from it. MMmmmm, it felt great.
Then she looked down at me. “What’s the matter? Don’t you want to fuck me too?!” I hadn’t cum… its my practice not to unless the couple I am with agrees. I won’t bore you with the details, but that night I taught another husband to appreciate his wife’s creampie.
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