Just One of the Girls
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I was born in Huntington Beach, California in the mid-80s. My parents were Orange County Republicans, which means they were hyper-conservative religious zealots by day and sexual predators by night. I hate to generalize about these things, but having seen what I've seen in my twenty-something years, I guess I have a right to my opinion. If you don't like it, come out and see for yourself!
My Dad should have been a chic, I think. He spent more time dressed up in ladies clothing than my mom did, and I know he sucked a lot more cock than she ever did. And just to set the record straight, I know he was a better cock sucker than she was by very personal experiences with both of them. Dad's biggest problem was his little cock. He just couldn't satisfy mom, and that drove them both nuts. So, and this is almost pure conjecture on my part, dad started trolling the glory holes and gay bars of Orange County until he met up with some dude who dressed him up like Marilyn Monroe and fucked him raw for months. Hell, dad fell in love with the dude, wanted to marry him, have his babies! He was really a pretty messed up guy back then, but nice in his way. He worked in television back in those days, and he knew everybody.
Mom was a middle school teacher, and she was a kind of a sex addict. I always suspected she got the cherries of at least half the guys from Newport to Laguna Beach. She went in for the dominatrix thing that was so big in the 80s, but over time she drifted away from the scene. She was, and again I know this from personal experience, totally into eating cum. And since dad wasn't a very good provider in this regard, well, she started looking elsewhere for a steady diet of the stud-stuff. I think she found it with all of the black janitors who worked at the two schools she rotated between teaching French. She used to come home late in the afternoon with her hair knotted with dried cum, and she would whip dad across the face with her cum-streaked hair. I guess he got back at her by showing her all of the dried cum pasted over his asshole.
Like I said, they were a pretty average Orange County couple.
Well, anyway, I guess I should have been born a chic, too. I never got into girls - not in middle school or high school. I loved gym class, however, because of all the cock on parade there. By the time I was a senior, most of the guys left me alone; actually they were either scared stiff of me or they threatened to beat the shit out of me. Anyway, I left all those big hard public school cocks alone - I've always preferred to go after older game.
And I've always preferred to dress for the occasion, too.
I finished 'growing' when I was about 18, and I ended up well shy of six feet tall. I've always been thin, but men tell me my legs are better than just about any chics they've ever seen. My hair has always been sandy blond, but after high school I started to let it grow out, then I had it streaked with blond highlights. I never really grew much body hair, except around my cock, and I had that permanently removed when I had my breasts done. Speaking of breasts, I had mine done when I was 21, and they're a nice and perky 36b. More than a hand fulls a waste, right? And guess what? I didn't get dad's cock! Praise the Lord! Mine is cut, and almost eight inches long. It's not real thick, however, but I've never had any men complain about it. And I cum a lot, too!
Poor mom! She should have married me!
Well, dad started helping me dress up after I had my breast implants. He took me to South Coast Plaza to all the best ladies stores, and fitted me out in classic 50s style with full fashion stockings and garter belts and girdles, always black evening gowns with over the elbow opera gloves, and always - I mean always - classically styled pumps that show lots of toe and arch cleavage, and always with - at least - five inch heels. He really loves my feet, and says they're about a pretty as any girls. He should know, too. The only reason he stays with mom is so he can suck her feet. They're really pretty, too - high arches, not too long or big, and she always keeps them pedicured. Mom wears the same kinds of pumps to work, and they get her into all kinds of fun! Anyway . . . Mom had to lend a hand teaching me how to walk in those five inch high pumps! They were really tough to get the hang of, but mom taught me all her little tricks. But that really turned her on, too! Need I say more? Sometimes when they were helping me get dressed up mom and dad would fight over who got to swallow my cum. They were so sweet when they fought like that; mom usually got the cream, but dad always brought me to the edge. Family values, I always say!
I never went in for hanging out in gay bars; that was dad's thing. I've always preferred nice hotels and restaurants that have nice bars. I can usually be found at the Ritz in Laguna Beach. Nice men there, nice couples, too. Management never hassles us girls, either, so long as we keep an elegant profile and don't flaunt the sex thing. I've been spending weekends there for over three years, and I only have the kindest regards for the place. It's a classy place, what can I say!
So, maybe you'd like to hear about one of my really good times at the Ritz . . . which just happened to be last weekend!
I went out last Friday evening after spending all afternoon getting all dressed up. I was wearing a very elegant Blass gown in one of the new fall colors, kind of a smokey metallic dark bronze and purple thing with lots of very sheer fabric up top, and smokey gray metallic stockings to go with some very new and very high-heeled deep-eggplant colored pumps. I'd had my hair done earlier in the day, and my nails done in a deep eggplant color, as well. The whole outfit really set off the blond highlights in my hair! Sexy as can be, even if I do say so myself.
There's a nice bar at the Ritz, very elegant and deco-moody, and usually with a very good piano player drifting away playing smokey old blues and jazz standards. I've always fancied "On Green Dolphin Street", myself. But that's a "girl" thing, you know? But the best thing is that there are always a couple of the girls there, looking for men to while away the night with, so a fair number of unattached guys always show up. Usually pretty rich ones, but a fair number of pretenders always make the rounds there, too. I like the rich ones, though. They know how to treat girls really well, and we always have lots of fun once I get them to loosen up.
Those silly Republicans! So repressed!
I usually sit at the bar with a couple of the girls, and we talk and catch up with all the goings on around Newport and Laguna . . . You know, all the fun things like which Senator likes to take it up the ass and which Federal Judge is really a very good cock-sucker. I always sip on a Stoley with a coffee bean in it; I like the contradictions of that drink. Kind of keeps me alert, too.
Like when this really pretty couple came in last Friday night around nine. She was a really beautiful woman, actually quite a famous actress and singer, though getting on in years. She obviously had this younger man with her as arm candy, and he definitely looked good enough to eat! They sat and talked, ordered Champagne and caviar, looked at the surf rolling in over the rocks. But this woman was antsy, fidgeted a bit in her seat.
The woman was looking around the room, checking out the talent, I guess, when her eyes met mine. She didn't look away when I met her stare head on. It was intense! She looked away after a moment, then had Arm Candy come over and invite me to their table. He put me between the two of them, and he put my martini down in front of me, too. Such a gentleman!
Ms Famous wasn't wasting much time, either. She moved her hand to my stockinged thigh under the table and traced little circles there, then, finding no resistance to her boldness, moved her hand up a little higher until she had my just stiffening cock in her hand. This she really liked, apparently, because she took it in her hand and started to rub it quite aggressively. She told her boy-toy, Ryan was his name, that I was exactly what she'd had in mind for him, then she confessed conspiratorially to me that it was her fantasy to see her boyfriend sucking a nice long cock and finish off the event by eating all of the cum. She asked me if I'd be interested in making her little fantasy cum true. Imagine that!
For my part, I wanted to get a handle on what Ryan boy-toy wanted, and what he had to offer. So I felt his rod under the table, and was delighted to find a really huge snake coiled up in his trousers. I asked him if he was alright with Ms Famous's plans, and there was only the tiniest bit of hesitation in his voice as he said he was up for it.
Then Ms Famous threw us a curve: she wanted me to have one of my girlfriends join us, and she wanted someone very feminine, and very packed. While there were a couple of girls at the bar, my first choice would have been Paula McIntire, a very close girlfriend who packs a truly frightening monster-sized cock, and is devastatingly gorgeous in her pink-sweatered Jane Mansfield kind of way. Ms Famous asked if I would call her, so I excused myself and went to the Ladies Room, and made the call.
I guess it was Ms Famous' lucky night, because the usually very busy Miss McIntire was indeed free, and said she could meet us at the Ritz within the half hour. So, I checked my lipstick and popped a couple of Vitamin V tablets (that's Viagra to you Prudes out there!), then returned to the table with a smile and a wink on my face, and told Ryan that he was in for a truly eye-opening evening. He just nodded and smiled . . . but he was kinda nervous!
. . . but I swear to God Ms Famous licked her lips when I said that!
Anyway, I told her that I had always been a fan of her music, and especially liked her duets with Sinatra that they'd made together in the 80s, and even liked the few movies she'd made.
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