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Carmel Candi: Rolling into 2009
11:27PM on November 15, 2009
The BBBJ Jewel from Cali's IE
5:14AM on July 13, 2008
Sweet Tooth: Carmel Candi
(c) 2007 Alley Cat Media
This is a story about an exceptional bbbj-girl, Carmel Candy, whom I met when she was 19 and looking to get into adult modeling. She already had mainstream Lady Enyce, Ebony Showcase and Las Vegas Magic modeling experience under her belt. As most in the business know, however, those gigs are big on glamour and small on paydays.
Carmel sent a message to my Las Vegas office address asking to meet me when next I was in Southern California. She wanted a mentor. Mentor? Yeah, that's exactly what I was thinking.
On my first available weekend in Southern California, I called Carmel and arranged to meet in Victorville near her home, two hours outside of Vegas and about an hour from my home in Cali. We went to dinner, chatted, and felt each other out over the leisurely repast. She wanted to see my home (a variation on the "let me show you my prints" maneuver) and agreed to meet me there later that night.
Carmel arrived within fifteen minutes of our appointment but called earlier and advised that she'd be a bit late. She parked and sauntered to the door with that peculiar model's gait. She was friendly, affable and engaging but ready to get down to business (yeah, see my home, my ass).
Carmel is not the least bit shy. She immediately removed her clothing but for her sexy boyshorts. I didn't complain; she looked hot in them. After a cursory embrace and a peck on my cheek and neck, Carmel , obviously named for her luxuriant and creamy skin-tone, dragged my man-meat from its refuge and ladled it with her tongue and mouth. I noticed piercings in her tongue and on her belly-button but no tattoos. The tongue stud didn't interfere with the bbbj-cim (cum in mouth), expertly rendered. Her oral skills belie her youth.
Carmel deep-throated me repeatedly, forcing squeals from within me that I didn't know existed. I shot squirts down her throat within ten minutes but she kept going...and going...and going. After twenty minutes or so she noticed the cum dripping down my stalk and asked if I had cum yet. I replied that I had; she asked if I could go on. I could, so away we went.
She sucked, slurped and slathered my pole up one side, down the next and 'round its perimeter for a full, non-stop forty-five minutes before I throttled into an intense orgasm. Spunk filled her mouth; she smiled and rose. After spitting into the sink, Carmel tongue-massaged my nipples, electrifying my staff back into a salute. Then she covered and mounted me and rode for the hills.
She was exhilirating; makes an old man proud. We ended with missionary that was anything but routine - the girl's a star. I came again, shuddering as she flexed her pussy around my dick, force-feeding her cunt with what was left of my condom-restrained production. Carmel was certainly not new to sex.
Carmel's a young, sexy, lean, 5'10" Belizean with perky breasts, a talented tongue and enterprising pussy. Makes me wanna holler. By the way, she mentioned that she has a few friends - 18, 19 and 20 year-olds - who would join in if requested. Maybe next time.
That was two years ago and she has only gotten better. I had her roll through my booth at Erotica L.A. 2007 last year and she's made other promotional rounds with me as arm candy and nighttime entertainment in Palm Springs, Las Vegas and Atlanta, and at swing parties, particularly Maria's Ndeavours parties in Los Angeles, as my "potluck" contribution.
Last month we shot her first scenes for the website that impends. Now a talented 21-year-old (22 soon), Carmel has her sights set on the world of porn. Good sex never does a girl bad, huh?
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Fellatio: A Primer
11:58AM on November 25, 2008
Photo copyright (c) 2008 Alley Cat Media Photo by Calif Style
How to Give a Blow Job: Become a Fellatio Expert (just like Ms Bambie)
by Kiley Oram
Giving a great blow job is easy, not to mention sexy and fun for both giver and receiver. Fellatio is a versatile sex act, too. You can do it almost anywhere!
1. Be prepared with some sexy goods. edible gel, lickable oil, vibrator will help tranform you from a novice into an oral sex master.
2. Get comfortable. A blow job is much more fun without a sore neck. Find a position that works best for both of you, depending on where you are (you can't really lounge comfortably in an elevator, you know) and the angle of the cock you're dealing with (work with the natural downward angle of your throat). Kneel before your man with him standing if you're in a confined area, or when you want to strike a pose that is really hot. Other positions: seat your partner and crouch between their legs (slide a pillow under your knees if you're not on a soft surface), or lay down and let your partner thrust into your mouth, (harder to control the depth, but good for you lazy types). If you're in a car, your partner can lay down lengthwise in the back.
3. If you're using a condom, put it on now. Try a flavored condom if you don't like the taste of latex. A sexy way to set the scene is to use your mouth to put the condom on before you get busy.
4. Give us a kiss. If you're dealing with a soft penis, you don't have to wait until it's hard to start the show. Put it in your mouth when it's soft (or semi-hard) to get acquainted. Kiss it. Lick it. You can sweeten things up by applying an edible gel .
5. Mouth off. Slide your lips gently over your teeth for smooth sailing. Most fellatio recipients like lots of spit, but others prefer a drier job, so check in with your partner. Asking quick yes or no questions like "want it dryer?" or "more spit?" can be helpful and hot. Despite your amazing oral sex technique, you aren't a mind-reader, so watch your partner for body language cues.
6. Experiment. You can do more wonderful stuff with your mouth than just suck (and remember--the harder you suck doesn't necessarily mean the better it feels). Mix it up by licking the sensitive underside of the shaft, the nerve-ending- loaded head of the penis, and the testicles. Softly blow on the moistened areas. The combination of sensations will feel incredible.
7. Hands-on. Give your blow job a hand. Grip the cock around the base and slide it up and down, hand-job style, in tandem with your mouth. (Some folks like a tight squeeze, others may not, so check in.) This is great because you can cover a lot of the shaft this way without worrying about taking the whole cock in your mouth. You can concentrate on the super-sensitive head and suck as hard or softly as you'and your partner'like. Use lube for extra slipperiness. A silicone lube like is great for blow jobs: it's concentrated so you only need a tiny bit, it's long-lasting so you won't need to keep stopping to reload, and it doesn't have a distracting taste or smell.
8. Deep throat. Deep-throating the act of taking the entire shaft into your mouth and throat can be cool, but you can give a perfectly stellar blow job without doing so. The key to deep throat is to relax your jaw and throat muscles as much as you can. Otherwise, you trigger the gag reflex.
9. Accessorize. Bring some toys into your routine. Experiment with cock rings, butt plugs, or mini vibrators (like the Finger Fun vibe) for some attention on the testicles and perineum. Hold a Pocket Rocket vibrator against your cheek to add vibrations to your mouth play. Or try sucking on ice or a breath mint to transmit a tingly sensation to your favorite penis. Again, check in with your partner to see how experimental you should be.
10. Get into it. Look at your partner and the ecstacy you have caused! Make eye contact. Show your partner how much you love being down there. Moan, make appreciative noises (a well-placed MMMM! can make for some nice vibration, too), let your partner know how turned on you are. Don't neglect the rest of the body, either stroke, tickle, scratch the thighs, stomach, butt, and everywhere else you can reach.
11. Finish the Job. It is ultimately your choice whether or not to swallow. Your partner's diet, health, habits and frequency of ejaculation will determine the quantity and taste of the ejaculate. The ejaculate of someone who ingests lots of red meat, caffeine, alcohol or cigarettes, may taste more intense than that of a non-smoking vegetarian. The most ejaculate you might encounter is a teaspoonful or so. You have several choices if you aren't crazy about ejaculate, but don't want to hurt anyone's feelings:
• you can take it in your mouth and discreetly deposit into a nearby towel
• as your partner approaches climax, withdraw and finish with your hand.
• you can let your partner come on your body and admire the copious amounts of ejaculate
• you can use a condom
When you're totally focused on giving head, it can be a lot of fun whether it's for power play (your partner's most precious asset is at your mercy), intimacy, or the pure fun of getting someone off. Remember, you should only be performing fellatio on somebody if you're really into it and are able to focus all of your energy on what you're doing. If you're staring at the clock, waiting for it to end, or worrying about the laundry in the dryer, you won't have a good time and your partner will be able to tell you're not into it, which can be distracting, too!
Note: Cum see the best blowjobs on Rude at www.Rude.com/MsBambie - because you'll LOVE what you see!
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November 25, 2008 (Report It)
I love giving head and this is my fav picture. I guess my guide line to giving head is out the box. So let's see how many men come back and say their woman followed directions and the head is better. |
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Booty Bar None
1:10AM on November 22, 2008
 Booty Bar None
© 2008 Alley Cat Media
The weekend whizzed by us, Ms Bambie and me. My hazy recollection is of a Temecula, Calif. swinger party in the form of a bar take-over on Saturday night, a grueling workout in our home-gym with our personal trainer Spank on Sunday, and back to the grind on Monday.
The first few days of the week found Ms Bambie absorbed in working her various web venues as I enjoyed interacting with Rude’s reigning and regal sensualist, TaQuilla, on other matters. Several days of interfacing with these two poles of searing sexuality and sophisticated sensuality drained me viscerally and in all of the best ways. Both my scrotum and my cerebrum nutted to exhaustion by Wednesday. That’s when it happened.
Ms Bambie sprung it on me Wednesday night after watching “Cindy.” Cindy is a retelling of Cinderella starring Scoey Mitchell and Charlaine Woodard with Nell Ruth Carter and the music of Fats Waller (Yo’ Feets Too Big, The Joint Is Jumpin’). Ms Bambie climbed atop my trunk as I rested supine; she dragged my torpedo from its launch bay and downed it like a cough drop. My meaty muscle flexed upright and strained for a breath to no avail. Ms Bambie owned my sausage pole by then and it was her party. Yippy!
But that wasn’t the surprise. Ms Bambie “Pearl Harbors” my penile appendage often – and with startling regularity. No, the surprise was, well, surprising.
Ms Bambie mopped her tongue up the length of my manhood, stopping at the glans to wrap her tongue’s tip around the corona. She then thrust her throat around my girth without gagging and deep-throated repeatedly. The roof of her mouth massaged my missile gently while robustly she vacuumed cum from deep within my urethra. I swear I could feel her tongue inside my prostate.
She withdrew to my dick’s head and treated it to broad strokes from her tongue. That’s when she told me: “I took out my tongue ring.” Huh? The tongue stud wasn’t there? No wonder the bj felt so differently wonderful. Ms Bambie then cupped my glans with her bottom lip (that famous bottom lip), titillating my dick to numbingly good effect. This went on for nearly a minute while I gripped her and the always-red sheets in an effort at holding onto my ejaculate.
For the first time, I actually tried to feel the tongue stud – or its absence. I believe her tongue was liberated with the stud’s removal. It gyrated while encircling my mast, pulsing and pulling simultaneously. She sucked harder and more aggressively, attempting to force a nutt or three out of me against my will. Yeah, I was feeling it; use me, baby. Use me up. (Credit to Bill Withers.)
Ms Bambie enticed and tempted my gonads for twenty-five minutes with her superior oral skills. I held on, trying to keep up and hold my load at the same time. Pre-cum flooded down the sides of my stalk, my dick’s head delirious with sensations at once perfect and primal.
My nipples saluted the effort at play in my southernmost region. Ms Bambie noticed and clambered up my torso, fastening herself to my nipples. Her tongue did a samba across my pectorals, slap-shooting against the nipples in passing. My senses fired incessantly. Just when my nipples surrendered to exhaustion, Ms Bambie retreated to the pipe below and continued her mastery. I moaned without pause, clawing at the mattress and digging my manicured nails into the crimson-hued linen.
I looked beyond the crown of Ms Bambie’s head and saw the majestic peaks of the ass-almighty (thank you to Rude.com’s Bestchoc for that exceedingly accurate descriptor). The massive muscles of her derriere flexed involuntarily as she kneaded my dick’s length with her oral facilities. The monstrous ass package rippled its authority as Ms Bambie attended to her carnal tasks.
Ms Bambie looked up at me calmly and then took my lips into hers, kissing me with a damp fire that left the two or three hairs on my scalp smoldering. We kissed again, lost in each other, in that moment, at that moment. Again, I attempted to “feel” the stud or its absence to no avail. But the kiss was somehow tastier, sweeter, and more succulent. Was I imagining it?
I pressed Ms Bambie’s body into mine, fixing her 36Ds to my chest and clasping her 45-inch ass-span with my not-quite-large-enough hands. Perfecto. We grinded across our collective pubis gently; call us coffee because we grind so fine. (Sorry. OG talk.)
Rolling away from me, Ms Bambie silently invited me to her favorite position - missionary. I complied. My stealth salami found its way into her and berthed. I planned to be inside for a bit so I made a lunch, dinner and light snacks.
We began our mattress mambo immediately, kissing as we drilled away. Ms Bambie’s pussy was wildly wet, dripping with her juices and warm to the touch. She was SO ready. I placed my hands below her hips and tilted her into an optimal angle. Flattening her pelvis, I plunged deeply within the cavern. Ms Bambie tightened her grip around my dick and locked me into place. Uh oh. I was committed now.
Ms Bambie’s gyrations excited my toenails; my feet curled into a C shape and I raised my penis to the mouth of Ms Bambie’s pussy. I dive-bombed repeatedly as she winced. After a few of these, I settled in for some Old School lovin’. Our bodies undulated in sync as we rode to a shared orgasm. Ms Bambie chimed, “I’m cummin’, I’m cummin’. There it is; right there.” I didn’t look to see if “it” was there; I assumed it must be because I was feeling it, too.
We ejaculated together as I came in a long, steady stream. She gripped me with her pussy’s walls, coaxing additional nutt butter from my testicles. I emptied into her from my gizzards as she continued to vacuum my nutt sac. I could barely walk after that. But I could eat.
Dropping to Ms Bambie’s knees, I licked and mouth-massaged my way up to her kat. Its lips were fully engaged so I licked then kissed them before commencing my assault, er, seduction of Ms Bambie’s clit. I pursed my lips around the hood, soliciting cooperation from the pearl beneath. Her clit peeked through the narrow opening, sizing up my potential. It must have recognized me from last time because it threw the doors open once I spoke my name. It was on.
I remembered a promise made to Rude.com’s Creamy Kupcake. I was to write her name on the inside wall of Ms Bambie’s pussy so others entering would read, “Property of Creamy Kupcake. Take a number, y’all.” I am good for my word. By the time Ms Bambie passed out from her third cunnilingual orgasm, the two promised sentences were posted in Courier, 12 point font, periwinkle (so as not to clash with the light-red tint adorning the honey pot).
Shhhhhh. It’s our secret.
Visit my lover at www.Rude.com/MsBambie - because you’ll LOVE what you see! And visit Ms Bambie’s fantasy at www.Rude.com/Creamy_Kupcake. And, of course, www.Rude.com/TaQuilla (my favorite sensualist and Queen of Rude.com).
Tell ‘em that Calif Style sent ya’.
Calif Style
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anton... |
November 28, 2008 (Report It)
You know i have to tell u, i always enjoy reading ur blog's but dam after reading this you are the man that guys like me look up too. Keep up the great work |
SKILLZ |
November 24, 2008 (Report It)
Very well written my man and about the tongue ring,when my wife take hers out the BJ feels sooo much better to me. |
yourd... |
November 23, 2008 (Report It)
*panting* *salivating* *whimpering* Oh.My.Damn. That has me soo aroused, why haven't I read your blog before? Jiminy Crickets! Excuse me, I need to uh...handle some business.. Gotta goooooo!! |
MzWat... |
November 22, 2008 (Report It)
wow |
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November 22, 2008 (Report It)
It was my pleasure and privilege, Creamy. I post these blogs in other sites on the internet, one of which belongs to a friend with a membership of over 50,000 swingers and another belonging to my friend, porn star Kaylani Cream, so you may expect visitors to your Rude spot owing to this promotion. Have 'em take a number, Creamy. (We're working on putting you right there with Ms Bambie, Creamy. It'll be a happy holiday for the two of you.) |
CREAM... |
November 22, 2008 (Report It)
everytime i get a link to ur blogs i have to come check them out. U r such a master at makin me feel like I'm right there with u too. Thank u for keepin ur promise Calif sweetie! (wink wink). |
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Long time cummin': Ms Bambie and Mimi
10:10PM on September 17, 2008
Long time cummin: Ms Bambie and Mimi
© 2008 Alley Cat Media
Ms Bambie licked the last few globules of cum from my stalk as we finished some exhausting lovin. I spent forty minutes at the beginning of this session tongue-mopping her honey hole and chasing her clit as would the Sheriff of Nottingham chase Robin Hood (Hood, get it? Clit. Hood. Never mind.) in Sherwood Forest. After orally dragging three howlers from Ms Bambies innards, I harpooned that pussy with my passion-infused dragon. The down-thrusts from that angry helmet-head lacerated Ms Bambies anterior perineum but that didnt stop meor her. The lovin was great and getting greater; we could arrange for triage after the last nutt. Twenty minutes into this second operation she decided to cum and I opted to cum with her. After all, them's the best nutts. (sic)
Beads of perspiration adorned my forehead as I considered my treasure, the sought-after Ms Bambie. I glided my palm around the contours of her perfectly shaped gluteal mass; imposing, doubled mounds of smooth chocolate perfection. Ms Bambies butter shivered at my touch and then quieted. Amused at the sight of our cum dripping from the lips of her pussy, I wondered, What would she see as a cherry atop this cake?
Ms Bambie is always at the top of her game when it comes to sex and she is always hornylucky me. But this night she smiled as she swallowed the last of my semen and muttered, I want me some Mimi.
Anything for my Ms Bambie. Make no mistake, Ms Bambie loves some good dick but sometimes, often times, she wants some pussy in her grill to round things out. At that moment, Rudes Mimicakes1 was on her mind. Smokey Robinson serenaded the night with Come To Me Soon. Luther Vandross called Smokey Robinson the Shakespeare of Soul; he had it SO right.
Mimicakes1 (Mimi) accepted our invitation to come for a sleepover. It was Mimis first time at our home and Ms Bambie wanted it to be memorable. We arranged for them to use the master bedroom while I moderated the broadcast to their Rude.com voyeur house from our office downstairs.
Ms Bambie had the lights in the foyer dimmed when Mimi arrived. This was to set the mood for the clit-licking firestorm that was to ensue. Mimi smiled faintly as she walked through the door, nervous visibly while at the same time excited at being in the presence of Ms Bambie and Ms Bambies 45-inch ass-span.
They kissed at the door and again at the foot of the stairs that lead up to the master bedroom. With the second kiss, Ms Bambie leaned in, wrapping her tongue around Mimis tonsils and pulling Mimi closely, tightly, to her. Their bodies joined as their flesh gripped one at the other. Ms Bambie enveloped Mimis ample waistline with her left arm and gripped firmly Mimis derriere (uh, ass cheeks for the differently literate among us) with her right hand. Mimi was lifted onto her toes allowing Ms Bambie to finger Mimi delicately. Mimi let a soft moan slip from her throat past Ms Bambies tongue. The sight and sound got me hard. That was my clue that it was goin down tonight definitely.
The chocolate, bubble-butted duo ambled up the stairs entangled in each other, stripping away their outer garments as they went. Their asses masses painted a shadow above that darkened the ceiling lights; they presented two full moons in a total eclipse. My lip drooled as my third leg, my favorite and the largest of the three (you know the one), stiffened again in anticipation.
Reduced to dental floss and parachutes (dental floss in place of g-strings, parachutes to hangar those HUGE mammary lollypops geez, do I have to explain everything?), they set up for the hot tub. Ms Bambie prepared the cameras and tripods; Mimi prepared her pussy. Leon Haywood egged them on with Im Gonna Do Something Freaky To You. Alright, people, sing along if you know the words.
Ms Bambie and Mimi devoured each other with their eyes, ogling back and forth as might school girls who only just discovered their lesbian predilections. I heard the incessant, prepubescent giggling wafting from upstairs and enticing me in the office. My imagination soared as I pictured these thigh-blessed vixens wrapping those hips and hooters around one another. It was a couple hours before the Rude.com group show was scheduled to begin and I was already hitting that fifth star to rate them and reaching for the tip button. A long, steamy night beckoned
I could hear Mimi licking Ms Bambies nipples, broad-stroking those 38Ds with the flat of her tongue, flicking moisture with each pass. My minds eye crossed as it envisioned Ms Bambie pressing Mimi into her breasts, smothering her areolas with the insides of Mimis thin lips. I could almost hear the soft report of undergarments landing on the Berber carpet that floors our master bathroom, leading inevitably to the tidal waves that occur when thunderous ass packages intrude on still waters. Ms Bambie hummed to Curtis Mayfield leading The Impressions as they sang, Never Let Me Go. Theres nothing like Old School to get the feeling across, I always say.
Its Eddie Murphys fault. His song, Put Your Mouth On Me, almost certainly influenced those women. The entire second story of our home swayed as Ms Bambie and Mimi cavorted in the oversized hot tub upstairs. I listened with my gonads as the cameras eye captured and enjoyed the ablutions above me. By now, Ms Bambie had taken charge and pinned Mimis back to the rear wall of the tub. Ms Bambie most certainly was mouth-mangling Mimis sizeable breasts, tossing her nipples to and fro with abandon and relish. I heard Mimi sighing uncontrollably, probably owing to Ms Bambies oral facility. Ms Bambie can make a teat think its a clitoris and she can milk cum or a reasonable facsimile thereof - from both at will.
Pete, Ms Bambies favorite dildo, was slammed hard against the tubs wall, forced into service at the height of the Ms Bambie-Mimi-athon. Ms Bambie, kneeling in the water, encircled Pete with her mouth as Mimi assaulted Ms Bambies pussy from the rear. The water retreated and watched, mouth open in awe and envy. About half an hour into this, the distinctive sound of voluminous water displacement signaled that Mimi was now on her back and Ms Bambie was neck deep in Mimis sugar well. Mimi moaned, shrieked and cried alternately as Ms Bambie rode the pussy home. I know that the camera did not blink; it was probably rubbing its own nutt out at the goings on in that tub.
I grew faint as I tried to work downstairs. The blood draining into my tool robbed my brain of vital supply. My member was untying my shoes it was so hard. And they upstairs continued the sexual assaults upon my mind. Janet Jackson was singing to me about Control. Hell, I just wanted someone to swallow this nutt I was packin. My preferred cum-in-mouth girl was preoccupied at that moment with Mimis clit in her mouth.
The ladies frolicked for another hour or so and introduced Purple Jeff to the world (a gift to Ms Bambie from Rude.coms MrNiceDee). Ms Bambie forced Mimis nutt factory into overtime as she dragged nutt after nutt after nutt from Mimi. Ms Bambie was horny and hungry; Mimi was both beneficiary and victim. Some people have all the luck.
Now it was Rude group show time and I was so ready for some Ms Bambie. It was all I could do to moderate the house. The sounds emanating from Ms Bambie and Mimi engaged in their lustful intercourse kept my penis doing the mambo in my trousers. I could hear Ms Bambie locked between Mimis thighs, slurping her way up through Mimis joy tunnel to Mimis throat. Mimis deep grunts let me know that Ms Bambie was achieving major successes along the way.
The group show and the attendant voyeur houses were well-received. The ladies were hits. After the cameras went dark and The Temptations sang the Smokey Robinson song, "Backstage (from their Reunion cd)," Ms Bambie and Mimi nestled into each others arms to sleep. I retired to the family room downstairs to watch movies on our over
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November 01, 2011 (Report It)
It seems that much of the editing of my blogs (commas, apostrophes, for example) are missing along with part of the copy. In this blog, the last couple of paragraphs disappeared as well as much of the punctuation. It is the same with the other blogs, too. What gives? |
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September 22, 2008 (Report It)
That was some hot shit right there! |
oneba... |
September 22, 2008 (Report It)
DAMN now that is hot, they say two heads are better than one and two sexy ass woman licking and suck on each other DAMN |
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September 21, 2008 (Report It)
Just a Creamy said u can soak the panties |
CREAM... |
September 21, 2008 (Report It)
can u say soaked panties!
damn girl! |
Darli... |
September 21, 2008 (Report It)
dammm that was hot.... got me wett as hell reading it.. thanks sweetie |
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Syndi, my Chi-town booty call
3:37PM on August 25, 2008
Syndi put the "booty" in booty call
(c) 2001 Alley Cat Media - all rights reserved
I met her in the Inland Empire (California) several months ago and we couldn't agree on the nature of the relationship we wanted but she stayed on my mind (every sexual engagement is a negotiation to me). I recalled that she looked better in person than in her online photographs with chocolate skin, baby-fat thighs and an enticing mouth. She's a graphic artist and travels extensively.
While in Chicago on business earlier this month, I called her asking if she was in town. She remembered me and was very approachable, inviting me to visit with her in the lounge of her hotel to chat socially. Of course, she was dressed to kill. As she expected, I made the move on her, successfully, of course, and we retired to her room.
Before we could get in the door good, she assaulted me with a deep, pulsing kiss that made me think she was my woman or something. Her skin was soft and smooth; she smelled of pear blossom and her kiss tasted like a sweet soft drink without the after-taste. She pressed her breasts against me and rubbed her mound against my penis; I stood at attention and returned the sentiment. Syndi was very patient, letting me set the pace. I believe she would kiss as long as I kissed. Her tongue wrapped around mine and occupied my mouth wholly.
Syndi's lips moved to my neck as she helped me unbutton my shirt, seizing the opportunity to latch onto my nipples. I moaned hard. My member nearly burst free from its Calvin Klein moorings. I was on fire and she was the captain. We moved to the bed leaving a trail of clothes - mine and hers - as I self-lubricated anticipating a successful enterprise. Before I could get my slacks to my knees she was engulfing my pole, driving to the base. I could've cum right then! She slurped, undulated and bobbed me into submission, rolling me onto the bed like a semi-conscious inebriate. Pre-cum poured from my Johnson as I struggled to maintain my rep as the 60-minute man. I was hard as blue steel.
Mercifully, she removed me from her oral grip and body-to-body, privates-to-privates massaged me. It made me feel like an 8th grader going down for the first time. She was tender, almost romantic, and chatted erotically the entire time. After a few minutes of this, Syndi rolled over and asked if I was multi-lingual. I hadn't thought of it but, gee, why not? Why come this far and shirk from responsibility? Greek was not my first language but I was not a linguistic virgin, either.
I reached for my Trojans but she beat me and whipped out a Magnum, opening the wrapper and dressing Johnson in one, gliding motion. This girl has had practice. She must have planned this because she was wet and wild - I slid in effortlessly and rode her waves until I tired and the condom mutinied. It must have been approaching an hour as Syndi plucked me from her ass and rolled me atop her with her legs around my ears, inserting me into her yaw with me driving deeply, piston-popping like a 20-year old. I felt my legs shudder and knew it was almost my time; Syndi must have read my body and, somehow, dragged that condom off my vein-engorged hammer, inserting it halfway down her throat.
She sucked and vacuumed until it was all I could do to stifle my moaning (sobbing, really). I exploded in a long, satisfying stream; Syndi took it in stride, swallowing, then licking errant residue up and down my shaft in good measure. She was poetry. Surprisingly, she asked if I would go another round as she had time before her meeting. She owned me with that. I offered that I'd be content to just lay there for a minute to see what develops (nothing did; I was spent).
The night ended quietly. Syndi invited me back mentioning that she was returning to Southern California in a couple of weeks: Great news for me as I live in So Cal. She promised to call me when she was in town. I promised to look her up again. And again. She is for what regular booty calls were designed.
CalifStyle
It's hotter at www.Rude.com/MsBambie - because you'll LOVE what you see!
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September 01, 2008 (Report It)
I'm always here with you, baby. |
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August 27, 2008 (Report It)
I enjoyed the story...now I'm about to go play with myself, that is until you get in this room. hehehe |
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LuxuriousLady30 the Aggressive Dicksucker
2:55PM on August 03, 2008
Here is a story written about me that I want to share (well, hell, it's quite flattering).
The author, LuxuriousLady30, lives in the East San Francisco Bay Area of California and routinely writes of and posts stories about her sexual encounters. This one was written about her experience with ME (I was 55, she 30) in mid-2005. It is presented here unedited and with her permission (this can be verified at www.Rude.com/Luxuriousaldy30). Lux has an anthology of her sexual encounters and musings due to be published early next year; she also has a number of blowjob scenes in her yahoo group and on various websites.
Lux and I never got together again but became and remain good friends, chatting online and on the telephone several times each week. Lux is currently in a pre-med program and considering a career in podiatry.
Here begins her story:
"I have decided to tell you about an experience that I had for 1night. I met this older gentleman, CalifStyle (www.Rude.com/CalifStyle) who was as sexy as 1 of those men that you would see on the cover of Muscle Magazine. I mean he stood tall, black, bald with braces and a nice, white smile. He just stood in the doorway looking at me like I was dinner for a Hungry Man.
"I turned off the TV and turned the radio to 102.9 KBLX. I took a shower, got out and rubbed my body down in some nice smell-good lotion. I came to bed in a pretty nightgown that he picked out for me to wear.
"So we laid there for about an hour. I could feel his arms wrapped around my waist and those muscles made my pussy so wet. My lips started watering. I had to see what else was in store for me this night.
"We started kissing and he started grabbing my nipples like the farmers used to do to milk their cows. I have never kissed anyone with braces until he came along. The more he kissed me and pulled on my nipples real hard the wetter my pussy got. Then he started pulling my hair and pushing me down towards his dick. I knew
what time it was.
"I kissed him from his lips to his dick. I started sucking and sucking. He started directing my head and lips to the left and to the right in whatever position he liked having his dick sucked. I loved it and he still pulled on my nipples when he could. Then he wanted me to get on top and masturbate myself off on the head of his dick.
"I'd like to say that for a man of his age the head of his dick was so big I thought my lips were going to be as big as my thighs after sucking him off. I rubbed the head of his dick on my clit safely and softly while he nibbled on 1 nipple and pulled on the other 1.
"I was cumming like a river into the Sea. Nutt after nutt and then here came the real good nutt where you pull on my nipples and I start shaking and want you to stop pulling on them so that I can cum real good.
"I wet him up so good I think that cum had been stored up since the beginning of the year. Then I started giving him so more head to cool me off. Then came his turn to cum.
"He got it doggie style and I was on the run from that big dick and the more I ran the more that dick kept coming. He hit that pussy one time so good I thought that I had died and went to HEAVEN. Then he finally backed that ass into the pillows and there was nowhere else to go.
"He kept slamming that dick in there and I was wondering if I was going to live through it. I was wondering if I would have to buy a new pussy when he was done. Then I heard him moan and even shake a bit.
"I knew that he was about to cum so then I really started fucking him back even harder; no need to run now because here came 15 million additional sperm cells right into the condom.
"He pulled out nice and slow with his condom in hand. As he cleaned up a bit I laid there waiting for him. I was thinking, 'DAMN! For his age he just out-did a whole lot of you men in your early and late 30's.'
"It was only for one night that he held me tight but if I shall ever see him again, we must start all over again."
Safe sex
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An Old School BlowJob from 2006
12:34PM on July 22, 2008
BJ from the archives: Jayla
© 2006 Alley Cat Media
This is from a few years ago but it’s still an interesting short trek with a thirty-something lady with whom I once cavorted. We’ll call her Jayla.
I met Jayla over the internet and we chatted for a few days before agreeing to meet in person. I was clear on what I wanted and Jayla seemed willing to comply. I’m a blowjob man, preferring it to intercourse, so I tend to be up front as to my predilections. Fortunately, Jayla liked drinking cum from distinguished gentlemen (that would be me).
We set a date for that night and I prepared myself. Jayla called before she arrived to confirm the meeting. She came in with a warm smile and hug, which set me at ease immediately. I found her more appealing than her photo and quite friendly. We were off to a great start once she made it a point to offer that the night was all about ME and what I wanted. That is rare, I find. I asked if she minded disrobing completely for the blowjob and she complied without discussion - almost eagerly - smiling the whole time. Her breasts were kind to the eyes and her derriere ample but firm (see photo below).
Jayla rolled her girth against me, forcing my member into a salute. Then she wrapped her mouth around my neck like a lustful vampire, gently kneading my carotid with her tongue (expertly, I might add). Her breasts massaged my chest until her lips made it down there to help. She was all business; no unnecessary chat. When she made it to my member, Jayla broad stroked it repeatedly with passes both firm and fluid. With a mind of its own, her tongue lapped my dick head fondly. She was tireless.
More times than I can remember, Jayla pounded her tonsils with my glans head, swallowing my sword without complaint. I was dizzy with euphoria. All the blood in my body was ordered to my member just to keep it in the party. Yet, Jayla was gentle, treating our time together like it was an erotic meeting between two longtime lovers. I erupted three times but she kept going; I still had wood and the objective was to cut the timber down, she said.
By the time my member convulsed for the last time I was grateful and ready. She S-L-O-W-L-Y rose after my trembling ceased, checking to be sure I had no cum left to contribute.
Following a quick tidy-up in my bathroom, Jayla dressed. I walked her to her car and, being the gentleman that I am, opened her door for her. She thanked me, smiling with her entire face. She became a regular for over a year, stopping in once a month or whenever I was in town, just so she could tune me up. Sometimes we’d discuss politics or social dynamics but always we’d end up doing the tonsil tango.
We haven’t chatted in nearly two years as she was eclipsed by superior offerings, the greatest of whom is my baby, Ms Bambie. Jayla is a tantalizing memory but Ms Bambie is NOW: see Ms Bambie at www.Rude.com/MsBambie.
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Sunday mornin' with Ms Bambie
11:38PM on July 20, 2008
Mornin's with Ms Bambie
(c) 2008 Alley Cat Media
Sunday
Ms Bambie completed a group show last night, addressing the issue of Rude women who name-call other Rude women for possessing differing perspectives on the Rude game. Interesting and important as a topic but it paled in relation to the playtime Ms Bambie invited her guests to enjoy following the more serious discussion. All who miss her shows miss hot times. Take note; subscribe to her: www.Rude.com/MsBambie. Don’t miss out.
Morning stole upon us again; she had fallen asleep with my dick in her mouth after the group show last night. I could say that I had fallen asleep with my dick in her mouth, too, as I don’t know which of us expired first. Hey, it had been a long day of walking up and down the boardwalk. Cut us some slack.
Ms Bambie awakened first at about 10 a.m., reclaiming the dick with her tongue. She assaulted the corona, stimulating me to no end, and alternated between stroking, sucking, slurping and titillating my nipples with her mouth. The girl’s a master.
Twenty minutes into it and I was ready to take charge. I speared her pussy with the dick, her saliva still dangling from its head. Placing her left leg across my shoulder, I banged away at every angle I could manage. She shuddered ten minutes into this barrage with, “I’m cummin’.” I gave no quarter, accelerating my charge and recalibrating my tempo. Ms Bambie’s ass flexed as she went into an orgasmic spasm; her heel dug into my spine and her lips found my nipples. She remembers all the spots, y’all.
I kept on going (Energizer Bunny, take note). Dropping her leg from my shoulder, I pinned her thighs beneath mine and raised my trunk into the yoga cobra position, changing the angle of penetration. She muttered, “Right there, right there.” That’s all the encouragement I needed.
Nailing her pussy by sliding in from above, I was allowed to also massage her clit with my pubis, at times rubbing the head of my dick across her clit for good measure. She was unimpressed (well, not everything in the bag o’ tricks works every time). An apt student, I returned to deep plunges into the pussy’s rear wall and tilted her pelvis skyward again. Success. She came with authority, kissing and licking her arms as she’s been observed doing during those intense, satisfying moments known as the Big O.
Intent on pleasing, I rested my head on her abdomen and enveloped her clit with my tongue. Tickling the clit’s hood from the side, I flicked my tongue into overdrive as Ms Bambie moaned and writhed. Dragging my lips across her pussy, Ms Bambie did a hoodoo dance on the sheets with her ass (if you’re not from Louisiana, this will mean nothing to you; ask Ms Bambie). The woman has rhythm.
It was a short trip; Ms Bambie, on cue, came with fervor, gripping my head in a vice-lock clasp as she pulled me into her vagina. I tasted her cum mingled with my cum and it was good. I wanted more.
Not content to rest on my laurels, I pulled the clit into my mouth and sucked vigorously. The clit stood erectly, saluted me, and then blushed a fiery pink. I maintained the momentum for fifteen minutes as Ms Bambie scooted across the sheets to escape. I was in hot pursuit. By the time Ms Bambie reached our mirrored, light-bridge headboard her clit was in full arrest. She groaned as her second cunnilingual orgasm overtook her and she nearly fainted. Her body relaxed completely; she was too through. Ms Bambie smiled dreamily and whispered, to no one in particular, “No mas, por favor.”
It’s now 11:10 a.m. and I have wood again (yeah, my refractory period ain’t what it used to be). I slid into Ms Bambie from the spork position and throttled into high gear. I’m tagging that side wall with no remorse, taking no prisoners. Ms Bambie is riposting to good effect. She got her second wind from somewhere and she’s in the hunt. Ms Bambie showed off the effects of her Kegel exercises by clinching my dick with her pussy muscles and squeezing, no, dragging a nutt out of it. Impressive. It drained my stronger nutt sack and caught me completely by surprise. I vowed revenge.
Lifting Ms Bambie into the air from her waist, I rammed the dick deeply within her, flushing pussy juice out in my wake. She grunted a bit and then fired back. Her pussy’s lips gripped me at the base of my dick and flogged me. I moaned. Shit, this girl is no joke.
Back and forth, I fired and Ms Bambie responded for the next, straight thirty minutes (yeah, the refractory period ain’t what it used to be but I still have stamina). I thrust and pumped from all sides, sometimes plugging her hole with just the dick’s tip and plucking it out with a pop. She “oohed” at this and shared her surplus moistness with the red sheets.
Suddenly, Ms Bambie got serious; dead serious. She grabbed my ass with both hands and fucked my dick (you heard it, she fucked my dick), pile-driving her hips into the movement and refusing to let me have sway. Ms Bambie, who is all about the sex, dominated “old dude” by gripping the dick with the Michael Jackson glove (huh?) and beating it (get it? Beat It. Never mind.).
I tried to withdraw, retreat, and regroup. Ms Bambie would have none of that. This time, said she, it was going to be 24 into 58, not 58 into 24. Damn. She banged, drove, pumped and mistreated my errant missile, forcing a nutt out of my remaining nutt sack and pulling skeet (thanks, Lil’ John) from my damned spleen.
But she wouldn’t stop. I was depleted of semen and my nutts were drained to distraction. I wanted to go home. I wanted my mommy.
Shiiiiiit. Ms Bambie continued her domination of her man (me - applause) by whipping the pussy into fifth gear and driving for the hills. I grimaced. “Tap, Tap, Tap,” I begged. She ignored me. Defeated, I spelled it out for her, “T-a-p, t-a-p, t-a-p.” Then I tapped the bed next to her ear three times. She gazed down upon me with a look of triumph, that huge smile and those perfect, pearly-white teeth mocking me.
I looked up at her pitifully. “Por favor, mi amor.” “Es tut mir furchtbar Leid.” Ms Bambie acquiesced and unlocked the stranglehold her pussy had on my dick; I limped away. It was noon and I was SO ready to prepare breakfast – to be served to her in bed, of course. This time: fromage omelet with broccoli, fresh raspberries, cranberry-raspberry juice.
Shower time. Everyone enjoys watching Ms Bambie shower, bathe and engage her morning regimen. Mine with her are quite different but just as wet.
After breakfast as I tried to shower, Ms Bambie, who LOVES sucking dick, followed me into the shower enclosure (an all-glass enclosure – you’ve seen it). On her knees, she latched onto my dick and deep-throated it repeatedly. My knees went weak and I supported myself with the sides of the shower. “Paying me no mind,” Ms Bambie slurped, licked and gulped away. Ms Bambie worked hard to coax another nutt from me but, alas, I was drained dry as the Sahara Desert.
I, trusty camera in hand, snapped photos for your voyeuristic pleasure.
Photos are in two sets: one set features Ms Bambie blowing my pipe in the shower. The other features Ms Bambie licking my stick as we withdrew from the shower, continuing her assault in the master bathroom’s sitting area. You may see both sets at www.Rude.com/MsBambie (I don’t have them here on my page.)
www.Rude.com/MsBambie - because you’ll LOVE what you see!
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excsllent story cali man i cant wait to find my dime !!!!!! |
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excsllent story cali man i cant wait to find my dime !!!!!! |
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I am really feeling MsBambie she is so hot...and so are your blogs. keep them cumming |
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Saturday mornin' with Ms Bambie
11:36PM on July 20, 2008
Mornin’s with Ms Bambie
© 2008 Alley Cat Media
Saturday
I spent the last week in San Francisco on business, five days and far too many miles away from my baby, Ms Bambie. Now it was time to skedaddle back home to her at our hilltop, suburban Southern California home.
Ms Bambie, in her distinctive fashion, ruled with her live house on Thursday night, moderated by the competent Bestchoc. His style earned my immediate respect: low key, even-handed and smooth. He strikes me as among the best of the moderators I’ve observed.
On Friday afternoon, I rolled through the farm country of Gilroy and Watsonville, en route to home, and stopped off to get my Ms Bambie some fresh-picked blueberries, raspberries and strawberries. She loves those kinds of surprises. By the time I pulled into our three-car garage, my Jag smelled of the fresh fruit. Ms Bambie met me at the door in a micro-mini tee shirt, thighs bulging from beneath, pussy lips dangling an invitation, ass at full salute and bringing up the rear (literally). I treated her to dinner at The Olive Garden, then she treated me to dessert at home (more on dessert later).
I thought to myself, “I’m her man; she’s my woman.” What’s so wrong with the truth? We share a home and a life together – and an exclusive sexual relationship. Doesn’t that qualify? I’m the guy men (and some women) love to hate and I have the woman they all love to watch – the woman they want to be with, to “do.” Life is what you make it. I made this happen for me and deserve every benefit conferred. Go get your own, I say.
Following our sumptuous dinner, Ms Bambie and I slipped into bed only semi-conscious, sleep creeping upon us before we could muster the facilities necessary to ravage our lusting bodies and brains. But nature was kind. Morning broke through our window early, it seemed, casting a sensual glow on Ms Bambie’s ample form. The sunlight peeled my eyelids open, reminding me of the treat in bed beside me. “All mine,” uttered my brain. “I shall feast upon you with my eyes.” My dick had other, much more carnal, plans.
Ms Bambie’s enormous ass rested against my abdomen as we reposed in the spoon position. She responded amiably to the slaps of my dick as it engorged and flexed, stretching itself out in anticipation of the delights before it. Ms Bambie grinded against me gently, teasing and tempting me. My heart went into full alert sensing the circulatory tasks ahead.
Deftly, I rolled Ms Bambie onto her back to face me, mounting her in one, easy move. Without effort, I inserted my now full-mast appendage into her wet, waiting, gaping, eager pussy. My missile guided itself to the joy-spot unerringly. The ride was on. We were in foreplay mode all night. Now it was party time.
She inhaled me into her, her pussy’s lips having intent and a will of their own. I was a straw and her vulva the oral orifice. It sucked me into fucking mode full stride and I succumbed willingly, gleefully, privileged.
Ms Bambie wrapped herself around me, my dick lost in her vastness, her moistness, her softness. We rocked against her inner walls, tickling her cervix, while I wrote my name on her G-spot surfaces. The pussy is mine. My mouth found hers and we kissed deeply; I plunged my tongue past her uvula and into her throat as she thrust her pelvis forward. The pussy swallowed my dick with that maneuver – I came, just a quick skeet, but it counted as cumming just the same.
The missionary position is Ms Bambie’s favorite so I always engage it at some point during our loving. As often, I vary it; this time with her legs draped over my shoulders as I bomb-dive into the hole. She squeals with delight. The girl likes it rough, sometimes, and this is one of them. She’s always most passionate after one of her patented shows. Thank you, Rude!
I tilt her hips up and find her sweet spot, rubbing my dick’s head against it as I massage it into readiness. Ms Bambie convulses with “Here it cum, here it cum.” I drive it home, now, encouraged by her announcement. She answers my thrusts with counter-fire, machine-gunning her pussy’s retort with precision. I hold on for dear life. Dayum, but she baaaaad.
Reaching into my old-school bag o’ tricks, I reach down and lift Ms Bambie by her 45-inch ass-span, angling her crotch upward and pressing her cheeks together tightly. This depresses her rectum, forcing her perineum into the act. The nerve endings in that area are set afire. Ms Bambie cums plentifully and her legs lock into permanent flexion. Her thunder thighs cut off circulation to my carotid. I keep pounding into the pussy as joy juices spurt everywhere with considerable velocity, her cum mixed with mine. The ceiling fan is not spared; it joins the service by batting love oils around the room as we shoot from below.
We collapse into each other, spent and delirious. A full day awaits and we just burned eight hours worth of calories on our early morning dessert. I rise to replenish those calories. Ms Bambie is treated to breakfast in bed, as usual. I cook grits soufflé, egg fromage, turkey bacon and cranberry-raspberry juice.
Yeah, she’s spoiled. That’s the way we OGs do it. Now we’re off to a Venice Beach day trip, shopping, gawking and taking in the boardwalk. We buy two beautiful sarongs, one royal purple and one crimson red, to accompany the orange sarong we bought at The Underground in Atlanta this past May.
We ended the day with dinner at the marina, watching the boats navigate the harbor in Marina Del Rey.
See photos at www.Rude.com/MsBambie - because you'll LOVE what you see!
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Ms Bambie and a view from the cockpit
9:30PM on July 14, 2008
The Making of a Blowjob Video with Ms Bambie
(c) 2008 Alley Cat Media
Note: This anecdote was in response to a question posted on the largest interracial swinger's group in yahoo land, owned by my friend Maria, the Hawaiian Heat. She asked if a guy would accept a blowjob without expecting to fuck, too. I answered:
That happened to me last night. As I prepared to leave southern California for San Francisco, my Ms Bambie asked for a lick o' the stick (I call it lumber; she calls it a stick - sigh ). She sat me in front of the pc in my office with the camera rolling, then swallowed me whole, down to my knees (well, that's the way it felt). I think she'd been influenced by reading Egypt's account of Egypt, Tre' Chamborg and Ty'ger Strokes in their three-way the other morning. (See them on Rude at www.Rude.com/LadyE4Lyfe and www.Rude.com/TreChamborg - and tell 'em that I sent you.)
Anyway, I was fully-dressed, packed and ready to bail when she asked me into the office we share. Ms Bambie gave that shy, schoolgirl look to me and asked coyly, "Can I suck your dick before you go?" As with most men on the planet, I couldn't get out of my slacks quickly enough.
She kneeled before me, genuflecting at the altar of the Great Pipe (modesty evades me) and slowly removed my trousers and boxer briefs. The camera did not blink as my man-muscle rose to full salute at her salutation. Ms Bambie greeted my major meat with long, wet drags of her tongue, followed by teasing the tip with her lower lip (she must have a black belt in that style). Pre-cum glistened as the veins in my member engorged, flexing impressively as she stood (er, kneeled) in awe. (Just kidding; she was singularly unimpressed but salved my ego by saying, "It's so large.")
Ms Bambie wrapped her lips around my meat, fitting to it as a hand to a glove. She alternately deep throated and mouth-handled my willing extension to my utter delight. My ass strained against the seat of my chair as she elicited winces from deep within me. The girl has muscles inside her mouth as yet undiscovered by expert anatomists. Where's da Creole Kidd when you need him?
Gently but with command presence, Ms Bambie stroked my tube manually in rhythm with her fellatic technique. I struggled with my nutt sacs to stay in the game; they wanted to "give her what she wants." She slathered her tongue up one side of my dick and down the other, then around its perimeter with metered precision. My pipe throbbed like a tripped explosive on the final seconds of a countdown. The girl was in absolute charge. Own me, mami.
Don't I have somewhere to be tonight?
Her moans were as exciting and stimulating as the view on the monitor: her, the one everyone LOVES to watch, "doin'" me as I watched. Life is good. At times the camera could not keep pace as Ms Bambie went into her famous overthrust, accelerating into a frenetic, piston-inspired pump that lifted me from my seat on several occasions. I gripped the seat cushion so hard that I tore through the fabric and bent the metal beneath. There are metal shavings on the floor to attest to the energy she brought to the matter.
I danced with her tonsils to Cruise Control, Mariah Carey and Damian Marley (from Mariah's new cd) and enjoyed the videographed face-fuck for nearly an hour before she saw her opening. I'd been "skeeting" all along, shooting small streams of pre-cum and cum down her throat, on her lips and at her face, as Ms Bambie worked her magic on my wand. Cum, says me. A stream of saliva and cum stretched from her tongue to my dick, a distance of half a meter. It reflected the light from the camera eerily. Ms Bambie played with it, coiling it around her tongue-stud and percolating it with that talented lower lip of hers.
Then she sat back, suddenly. I was completely fatigued and hoping she would let me go - before there was trouble. Ms Bambie looked me straight in that little eye down there and asked, "So, are you gonna cum, really cum, or what?"
I deferred. "Baby, if I blow a load now, all the blood I need in my bigger brain will be down there in my smaller brain and I'm likely to fall asleep on the highway and DIE." My baby let me off the hook.
Shit, who needs to fuck when you have the queen of the bj on hand? Guess who's hurrying home from the office?
See the video at www.Rude.com/MsBambie - mine is the cock in the pit.
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Car Sex a la CalifStyle
5:09PM on July 12, 2008
Sweetness
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Hmmmm. I hadn't really thought about car sex but since you ask:
My last time was nearly nine months ago. I took one of my girls, a tall, leggy, chocolate morsel who models professionally, owns a website and group (we’ll call her Sweetness) to one of Blacc and Jenn's SwangnIT swinger parties in Apple Valley, CA (The Estate of Elegance). She's not a swinger but was curious.
Sweetness wore a thin, translucent and colorful summer dress, slit up to her armpits (or so it seemed) and showcasing her famously long legs (she's 5'11", 120 lbs.).
She spent the first part of the night observing the goings-on in the social (front) room. About an hour into this passive activity she rose and climbed the stripper pole, spinning around it a few times baring her panty less, cleanly-shaven, perfectly contoured nether regions. Then Sweetness noticed that all the sexiest women had disappeared.
I pointed Sweetness to a closed door at the far end of the room. Upon entering she gazed upon a tangle of legs and bodies, all female, clumped in the center of a large bed. Sweetness wasted no time in selecting a seat close to the action.
About this time party host Blacc entered the melee and the women swarmed him. They wrapped lips, legs and arms around every available body part of this fortunate fellow and entangled him for upwards of an hour. Sweetness inched closer, closer until she was sitting within literal inches of the soiree'.
Blacc, who by now was on his back enjoying a competitive fellatio-fest between two female assailants, reached up and held Sweetness' leg gently. He stroked it while moaning and hearing his moans echoed from the women draped across his trunk. Sweetness did not react but looked on intensely.
Blacc and the women worked to completion but not exhaustion and returned to the women-upon-women configuration before dragging Blacc, famous for his stamina, back into service. It was a turn-on just watching them.
As they finished up, Sweetness and I gathered ourselves to leave. Bidding adieu, we hopped into my Jag and headed towards my house. Five minutes into the drive, as I inquired as to her impressions of what she'd just witnessed, Sweetness asked that I exit the freeway. Curious, I asked why. She repeated her request as a direction. I complied.
She directed me to a dark off-ramp, then onto a secondary road where I parked. Securing the area as best I could, I asked what she had in mind. She said the action in the house had her horny as hell and she wanted to fuck. There. Then.
We began as typically with DFK (deep French kissing), with which she struggled as she never really learned to kiss, and fondling, moving soon thereafter to fellatio under the moonlight. She slurped and swallowed my pipe without gagging. She kisses dick much better than she kisses lips. That was okay by me.
I was too busy watching for intruders and pigs (police) to really enjoy the blowjob and, ten minutes into it, flipped her up and attacked her clit by enveloping it with my tongue. I was worked up, too.
She panted, begging that I go faster, faster, then she convulsed. Sweetness grabbed my head in a Kung-fu grip, reverse-forcing my face into a breached delivery with me tongue-ladling my way up her joy tunnel. She demanded that I hold her down as she bucked me about in her now fully-reclined seat as if I were riding an agitated bronco. After forty minutes of this and a permanent crook in my neck, her waves expired and I tasted her cum. Sweetness looked up dreamily and insisted I mount her.
By now I was tired and spent but endeavoured to represent myself properly. I flipped her to her side and entered from the 77 position (picture active spooning), straddling the console. The windows were completely fogged and the vehicle rocking as a stick in a storm but I drove my point home repeatedly. I would withdraw to the glans, circle it around the rim of her gaping pussy, then slide in deeply as I tilted her ass up and away from me. In this way I massaged her G-spot effectively, facilitating her requisite additional orgasms. In syncopation, I would withdraw completely only to dive-bomb, thrusting with new vigor as I rammed and enticed her inner walls with my man-muscle. Her pussy dripped, my dick drooled, and we drenched my Connolly leather seat in lust oils. Finally, I came with a shudder as Sweetness reached behind and grabbed my butt-cheeks with her huge hands, clenching them so tightly that I still have her fingerprints imbedded in me.
Sweetness removed my retired missile from her and kissed it, then licked and sucked the remnants of the night away, grinning as if she'd gotten away with a major heist.
That became my best memory of the 15 Freeway. I told my Ms Bambie about it recently as we always share our encounters (see her at www.Rude.com/MsBambie - because you'll LOVE what you see!). She smiled with a slight blush, knowing that she would have rocked the lane markers off of the freeway in the same circumstances. Our opportunity is cumming, of course.
Wanna hear my 60 Freeway story with Chocolate Mary or my Palmdale Avenue story with Carmel Candi? Stay tuned for The Alley Cat Reader (tm). 
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July 12, 2008 (Report It)
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Swingin' Done Right
4:51PM on July 12, 2008
Doin' and bein' done by Ms Bambie
(c) 2008 Alley Cat Media
I organized a small party a few months ago in the Inland Empire of Southern California and saw a 24-years young, sexy "thickshake" fucking guys into complete submission. She sported a commanding 38D-28-45 frame and had lips designed for "flavor-savoring" appended to an ample oral orifice and pearly-white, perfect teeth. That morsel was named Ms Bambie (yeah, of Rude fame, at www.Rude.com/MsBambie).
After Ms Bambie's last conquest, I invited her to the mat and ate her up one wall and down the other. She crawled the ceiling on her back, making circles around the chandelier and leaving skid marks as she descended the opposite wall in an unsuccessful attempt to escape the passion plunge, moaning the entire time. Her then-boyfriend Christian Humphrey (emphasis on the word 'boy') came over to observe the master at his task.
I tongue-ladled Ms Bambie's clit with authority, careful to "vulvate" just enough - but not too much. I kept the landscape titillated and blushed pink. Alternating from tip-flicks to Sears wet-dry vac implosions, I kept my young guest bouncing on her ass cheeks the entire time. She didn't know whether to run, roll or just acquiesce and marry me on the spot. I used my patented kung-fu grip to keep her butt muscles from deserting the joust, then tilted her pelvis so I could manipulate her G-spot as I entertained her clitoris - Nutt City, folks. She enveloped my head in a blanket of cum (some of it is still in my hair) and almost decapitated me several times with her thunder thighs every time she climaxed. Her ass prints are still visible in the floor BENEATH the carpet. Somebody call CSI.
Fifty-five minutes after I began, she tapped out, as y'all put it, smiling broadly. Both of us sated, I sat my happy ass down across the way to take in the rest of the celebrants. Ha. She told me later that she felt obligated to recompense me for my sterling cunnilingual performance as she nutted three times (and she confided that she had never nutted at a party). She became my instantaneous acolyte.
I was then treated to the best fellatio in recent memory (besting my previous bj favorites Deveous Sonja and Carmel Candi); I sprayed semen all over the place, painting her buxomness in uneven layers of my splunk. (Skeet, skeet, skeet.)
The next weekend she left her "boy"friend to come play solo with me. She's still with me, all moved in, settled, HAPPY, and at home.
Math question: How many times will 58 go into 24?
Ask Ms Bambie (www.Rude.com/MsBambie).
Damn, but life is good.
CalifStyle
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Drago... |
July 12, 2008 (Report It)
Again, can I come hang out with you? |
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