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Need Help Giving A Blowjob?

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It may not look like it, but fellatio, or giving your man a blow job, is actually a science. There are many hidden powerful things behind blow jobs. Any girl who’s got the skills to give her man an amazing BJ rules the world!!! This skill gives her great power, not just over her man, but in life in general. Why? Simply because she like myself knows something that most women out there don’t.
Once you have something more to offer besides your looks and charm, you naturally become a lot more valuable than most. And I am all about keeping my stock up. I have given more blowjobs than I care to remember. The reason I’m writing this is because I just recently spoke to one of my customers on this subject. And he believes that most girls are lacking in this arena. Maybe he is on to something or maybe the chicks he knows are running game on him and are playing the good girl routine to get that ring on her finger. Ha, life is to short! I saw blow, blow, blow! And hopefully in return he will lick, lick, lick! So get ready for……..
FOUR AWESOME BLOWJOB TIPS
Tip #1
Choose a good position. Positioning is everything. My personal favorites is when he is standing and I am kneeling in front of him between his legs, looking up into his eyes. Sweetly and lovingly giving me head, all the while batting my eyelashes. A fucked up position can ruin the whole thing. Not only for him, but for you as well.
Tip #2
Change the way you view blow jobs. Stop making a chore out of it. You’re not supposed to do it to please him, but to please yourself. Once YOU start getting satisfaction from giving HIM a blow job the blow job will be twice as good.
Tip #3
Follow your emotions. Tap into the flow and just let go, you have to suck with passion and love, as if it was a two step. Get your rythm on girls! Play some Trina or some throwback Lil’ Kim in the background for inspiration. Don’t look for the “xzy special technique”. That shit don’t work. It will just bore him and then nut in your face for entertainment. Truthfully there is no magic pill bj’s. An awesome technique don’t mean shit if you can’t apply the basics. The basics are not physical but emotional. Blow jobs are a game of emotion, power and desire. And cupping the balls never hurt nobody. HAHAAA!
Tip #4
Your mouth is not just for sucking – so don’t be afraid to do some dirty talk. Nothing complex. Just repeat what you are doing. Say something like “This how you like it, Daddy? Huh? You like how Im gettin that dick wet for you, hmm?” Just don’t expect a response. Play with his emotions, guide them. Once you have his shaft in your mouth, you are in complete control, his manhood depends on you. There is always the possibility that you might just snap and bite his shaft of f. But that’s another day and another story. I’m just sayin there’s a lot of excitement built up during blowjobs. Follow these tips and I promise you ladies, your man will love you for it.

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Read more | Comments (0) | June 27th, 2011

Party Girl Has A One Night Stand Continued…

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By Morgan Brown

The night I met Mr. M, I’d been more than a little frustrated. Earlier on, I’d wasted an hour and a half dancing and talking to this guy at the club. He was a great looking guy but when we got back to his place he was very reluctant to take off his boxers. That could only mean one thing. As I feared, he had a short little cock between his legs. I was so damn disappointed I wasn’t up for pretending. I told him he should tell girls about his short dick problem before wasting their time. I felt like I had been ripped off. I only get to go out once a week when my boyfriend goes out of town. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention I’m not single. Anyways I wasn’t up for spending the night with a guy whose dick was the size of my pinky finger ! I stormed out and went back to the club.

I had a standing “I’ll give you unlimited blowjobs, and you’ll let me in your club and give me all the free drinks I want, whenever I want” deal with the manager of the club. I’d jst been there to deliver on my end and was on my way out the door when Mr. M came stumbling through the door of the office. He stared down my shirt for a few minutes, then invited me to stay awhile and then be his guest for dinner and the concert. Of course I agreed.

The first thing I noticed was that OK, so Mr. M had a little bit of a Daddy thing going on – but he was a lot older than me – and I’d been a bad, bad girl lately and was definitely in need of a good spanking, so what the heck. As part of the game, I struggled in vain when he forced me over his lap and yanked my panties down around my knees. I kicked hard; he spanked hard. He began to spank me soundly, rhythmically – building in intensity – and pausing to rub my reddening bottom in between slaps.

At first it felt good, but then it started to sting a lot more than I’d expected it to. I mean, it wasn’t the first time I’ve been bent over a man’s knee and had my sweet round ass set on fire, but this spanking was making me squirm and shed a few tears. Even though I could feel my cunt starting to ooze, I still jumped a mile when he rudely shoved a finger up my cunt. I didn’t want to, but I came immediately – my hips bucking madly and me screaming like a banshee.

He stood up, unzipped and pulled his huge dick out of his pants all in one fluid motion. Stories of his penis size were legendary – and they sure weren’t wrong. He was massive. He shoved me backwards on the bed, spread my legs apart with his knees, and shoved his big cock inside my cunt. He rubbed my clit with the pad of his thumb and began thrusting his big cock in and out of my tight hole. I screamed with excitement and pleasure. I felt his body tense as he groaned and fell against me, covering my body with his sweat. He rubbed my clit hard until I came again, screaming and trying hard to catch my breath.

We must have dozed off because I woke up about twenty minutes later. I slid my body out from underneath his and knelt over him. I breathed my warm breath on his cock and balls, then started sucking his balls and licking the length of his big dick. Finally, I started sucking on his penis, taking all of it into my mouth. But I gagged as he fucked my face violently, shoving his dick all the way down my throat as I felt him shoot his load.

We laid there and sweated for a little while, then he sat up and called room service to order a few bottles of champagne. When the knock on the door came, he told me to answer it naked, and rub my nipples and finger myself as I opened it. So I did. I know I have an awesome body and I enjoy showing it off. The bellboy’s eyes almost popped out of his head. Mr. M told him to come on in and drop his pants and I’d suck him off, but the poor guy just backed slowly out of the room, never once taking his eyes off me. Mr. M laughed, and I loved the shocked guy’s red-faced embarrassment.

Mr. M and I drank a bottle of champagne, smoked a couple of joints and snorted a few lines of I’m not sure what. In between, we kissed and licked and fondled each other. He sucked my titties for awhile, then shoved his cock into my mouth, forcing me to suck it. He held my head in one position and screwed my mouth. He came within minutes, pulling his dick out of my mouth so he could squirt his warm load all over my face.

Then we shared a cigarette and watched a little of some silly porn video-on-demand thing. Suddenly, he flipped me over his lap and started spanking me again – really hard – ramming a finger inside my sweaty cunt after every whack. The pain followed by pleasure felt so good it was making me delirious. I felt his cock getting hard and pressing against my belly. Suddenly he stopped spanking me and shoved me off his lap onto the floor. Then he stood up and yanked me to my feet by my hair. He puffed up a couple of pillows, positioned them on the bed and shoved me over them, with my ass up poked in the air.

He shoved his massive cock deep into my cunt once, covering it with my cunt slime – then pulled it out and rammed it deep up into my asshole, making me scream with pain. He laughed and slapped my ass several times.

I cried and struggled to get away, but he held my ass firmly and kept ramming his monster cock into my tight little butthole. Then he reached around and yanked my legs apart, mashing his full weight against me and fingering my clit while fucking my pussy with his finger. It wasn’t long before my crying and screaming had turned to squirming and panting. My chest was heaving as I threw back my head and yelled to him to keep on filling my ass with his thick cock. I felt him blow his load; so much come I felt it leaking out of my ass and dribbling down between my thighs. He kept massaging my swollen, throbbing clit until I had another thunderous orgasm.

I was totally covered with sweat and cum and suggested we take a shower. Mr. M’s response was to shake up a bottle of champagne and soak me with it, then start licking my boobs and belly. I got up and ran into the bathroom, giggling. Mr. M followed. We skipped the shower but hopped in the Jacuzzi and for the next hour, we slipped and slid all over each other’s wet bodies.

Then his manager phoned to remind him of a pre-arranged interview in a hour. So we drank the rest of the champagne, smoked another joint, and did another line. He gave me a VIP pass for the next night’s concert, and I gave him my panties and him one last quick blowjob.

Mr. M’s cock in my mouth was the last thought I had before I passed out again.

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Read more | Comments (0) | March 31st, 2011

Party Girl Has A One Night Stand Part 1

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By Morgan Brown

I rolled over and felt a familiar slimy stickiness between my legs that reminded me I hadn’t spent the night alone. But who the guy had been – or where he was now – I had no idea. Nor did I care.

“Man, I am SO whacked – and it feels SO good . . .” that’s the last thing I remember thinking before I passed out last night. But I just woke up on the bathroom floor. My mouth tastes like the inside of a poodle’s asshole and my head’s pounding faster and louder than a jackhammer .

And where the hell were my panties ? Had I even bothered to wear any ? I had no recollection – it was anyone’s guess . . .

Whoever it had been, it wasn’t Mr. Big . Wow ! What a night THAT had been . . . In spite of the crappy way I felt right now, I had to smile as I remembered all the fun I’d had then. It had been a little more than two months since we’d spent that memorable night together in his hotel suite. He’d told me he had an awesome time with me, and he’d even promised he’d be in touch later – but of course he hadn’t (at least not so far). But then, our encounter had only been two months ago – and he was in the middle of a world tour. So I was sure he’d give me a buzz as soon as his hectic life settled down. I felt myself getting wet between the legs just thinking about it.

Well, back to right now . . . There were two glasses on the floor; one of them with my trademark candy-red lipstick smeared around the rim. That glass was totally empty. The other glass held a couple of inches of something clear – vodka, maybe ? – in the bottom. I gulped it down without thinking or checking what it was.

I stood up and noticed a few new bruises as I stretched. Whoever he was, he must’ve been a little rough last night; I don’t really know – I have absolutely no memory of anything that happened.

I wandered into the kitchen, where nearly a full bottle of gin stood waiting for me on the counter. I splashed some into a glass, grabbed a few ice cubes from the freezer and downed it all in one gulp. Now where the hell were my cigarettes ?

I always had a cigarette after sex, so there was a good chance they were on the bedside table – that is, if we’d fucked in bed. I stumbled in the general direction of the bedroom.

I saw my thick black leather belt laying across the bed; hmmm . . . I walked across the room and checked my ass out in the full-length mirror – and sure enough, there were several new belt-shaped marks across it. Try as I might, I still couldn’t remember anything about last night’s antics . . . The dog collar and handcuffs dangling from the bedpost ought to jog my memory, but they didn’t – man, I must have really been out of it !

My cigarettes ! I sat down on the side of the bed and lit a Marlboro. I definitely needed another drink to go with the cigarette, so I motored back to the kitchen. No ice necessary this time – it just takes up room in the glass. I was starting to notice that my asshole hurt, so I was guessing it got a little action last night. Still couldn’t remember a fucking thing, though . . .

I poured a full glass of gin and took it back to the bedroom and flopped down on the bed. I finished the cigarette and put it out. I downed half the gin, bent my knees and spread my legs wide. I inserted a finger deep into my cum-filled cunt and wiggled it around. Mmmmmm . . . But I wanted something more, something bigger and harder . . .

My favorite vibrating dildo was in the top drawer of the bedside table. I got it out and fired it up. It was a tight fit, but it slid right inside my snatch, no lube needed. I turned on the “slow pulse” function, and moaned as it did its business. I finished the gin and laid my head on my pillow, closed my eyes, and remembered my incredible cum-filled night with Mr. Big. I rubbed my big nipples until they were hard little buttons. I began sliding the big dildo in and out of my cunt, occasionally rubbing it up against my clit. It wasn’t long before I was lost in a flood of pleasant memories and sensations.

Yeah, that had definitely been a night to remember . . .

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