GIRL 87
CLOGGED TOILET GIRL
I liked her looks. She was older than me but had aged gracefully. Not the miracle youthfulness of Fountain of Youth Girl, but certainly beautiful and sexy.
I had a pack-your-bag first date with her at her house in the city (around here, "the city" always means New York, and not one of the boroughs either - it's Manhattan). These kind of dates never work out, because in spite of how horny both parties may be, getting sex off the launch pad on a first date, sight unseen is too difficult.
So I told her I'd be a gentleman, I'd hang out with her, then drive home. She insisted she would be fucking me later that night, but I doubted it.
It turned out she was a female giver of mixed signals. She seemed completely turned off by me, so as I prepared to leave her upper east side tenth floor apartment after the Chinese food, she put her hand on my cheek and drew me into a deep kiss. Before I knew it, we were naked in her satin sheeted bed, I was fucking the shit out of her in every hole, and finally I was on my back, my cock so deep in her throat that when she took it out, it made funny noises, almost like the sound you hear when you're plunging out a clogged toilet.
I sat up and watched this woman going to work on my hardon. It was better than porn. I'd never seen a girl suck cock before with so much enthusiasm. Not even Corvette Girl, who always experienced a body-shaking orgasm the minute cum spurted into her mouth - which I'd never seen before and have never seen since - could rival what Clogged Toilet Girl could do with her mouth and throat.
It was so sexy that I couldn't help myself. I must have pumped a gallon of cum down her throat, then pulled out to spurt a couple more times in her mouth, then pulled further out and came on her tongue, then even further out and put the last convulsing splash on her eager wet lips.
And it looked so damned exciting that after two more glasses of wine, I demanded she suck cock again.
It turned out that was the key to her. She was a bondage, discipline, submission chick. The minute I said, "suck my cock, bitch," she practically orgasmed. She went back to work in my lap, and for the second time that hour I pumped another two pint load in her mouth.
I took a deep breath. It had been fun, but she wasn't relationship material for me for two reasons. One was distance. Had she lived next door, I would be sleeping every night in her bed with my cock rammed down that golden throat. The second reason was the submissiveness. I love a submissive woman, I adore it, and I love being able to command, "down on your knees and suck me off right now" and watching her leap to the task.
But if the woman gets too submissive, she can end up being unable to decide what to order off the dinner menu, and soon the man is making double the number of decisions. At the end of the day, with a woman who is too submissive, I begin to feel like I'm alone when we're together. It is as if there is something missing from the woman's soul.
We remained friends and I wish her well, with the hopes that I didn't damage her either.
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