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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 |
Calif... |
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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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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Drago... |
July 12, 2008 (Report It)
Can I come hang out with you?Just once. |
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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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