Tuesday, February 23, 2010

xxx-not far from plushophilia?

i have been away for a stint, but i am here now. I have got a doosey for you. Be warned, graphic material to ensue. Mom, stop reading now :)

Oh, does anyone know what a desire to have sex in an animal costume is? I know plushophilia is a fetish, but that is to plush toys.

Enjoy the post.

koala and I haven't had much time to hang out lately. With both our schedules being so busy it was difficult. Plus I have been enjoying some serious girl power time with my friends and I have been trying to spend less time with him. Not because I don't like him or his company, I am just trying to establish the friendship side of our relationship. I think tonight friendship took a backseat to horny and yet another blow was struck against my lame yet constant attempts to be a little more wholesome.

Last night, he came over and we watched some movies, had a glass of wine and laughed at him in my easter bunny costume. The costume is a full rabbit suit with feet, hands and mask. The costume was originally worn by the Ex. I cut a hole in the crotch so he could relieve himself as the beer began to ferment his liver. Koala comes out of the back bedroom with with dangle protruding from the slit announcing, "I am the Easter Bunny. I am here to fertilize your eggs." I was filming this with my recently fixed camcorder and laughing subsequently. Koala has a toilet humor mind. It brings me back to the days of high school and locker room humor. Is it just one of those signs that he is so much younger.

As he is peeling off the layers of fuzz and turning into a man again, he begins, "I have an awkward question to ask you."

"oh, no. What is it?"

"Will you take naked pictures of me?"

"For your own reasons or for a project?"

"Well, there is a company that is hiring people for jack off shots."

"The sex industry sells. That is for sure. I can speak for it and say there is money to be made there, and if I can help you make money, why not."

"Can we practice tonight?"

This totally caught me off guard. "Well, I wasn't ready for that but why not." A grilled cheese sandwich and another glass of wine later and I was ready to play Jackie Treehorn.

On my couch, in front of my camera, a boy lays naked at the wait. This is one of the most interesting ways I have ever passed time while hanging out. He begins to stroke and massage his rather lengthy phallus. I watch through the lens and begin to feel a certain familiar shudder in my secret. As he rubs his shaft with short and long strokes and rubs his oddly tiny midget fingers and hands over the head I feel warm, and then hot and finally bothered. I begin to talk dirty to him. I ask him to touch it this way or that, move it here or there for a better camera angle. "You going to make dirty money jerking off for the camera, you little slut."

"MM. yes.

"Yeah you will."

"You know that makes you a little whore, right." That must have been the magic word. I watched as his pace quickened. I heard his breathing become shallow and heavy and through my 3X2 lcd screen I caught the money shot. I needed a cigarette. Bizarre as it was, it was hot. Is that wrong of me?

I asked if wanted to see himself on the TV. We watched his performance together. He noted where he could do better here or there. "Next time I would do this differently. Next time you need to move around some more and get diffferent angles. Do you want to try it again?"

"What? NOw?"

"Yes"

"UM, sure"

He began to disrobe for session number two. I poised myself on the floor next to him. The rejuvenating ability of his cock is amazing. I have NEVER and I mean that NEVER known a man to be "ready" again so quickly. I should be said that when he cums again here, he was ready to go almost instantly following.

Once again, the scene starts off much as it did before. He is working his dick with both hands, one hand, long strokes, short ones. I am giving him direction, "lift it up more, move your left hand out of the frame," and others. All of this is causing a stirring somewhere deep inside me. How I need and want to reach out and touch it. I want to help him along. It must be said that I adore my lips wrapped around a pretty penis. It is just something that I have always liked ever since my first love. Over the years I think I have perfected my technique through practice, observation and reading some interesting titles on the subject. I almost always jump at an opportunity to share my gift with others.

Somewhere along the way, I have taken my shirt off. My leopard bra cupping my once D breasts, but hard work and plenty of exercise have whittled them down to a healthy 36C. I lean close. I rest the silk of the brazier on his thight and slide between his legs. on my knees and my legs spread I ask him to "show me what I am missing" because we are no longer having sex. I ask him to "think about my sweet puss wrapped tightly around his beast, sliding and grinding in on and around you.

He asks me, when I feel like it, to tell him when to cum. He wants to see if on cue he can will himself into orgasm. I follow the movement of his hands, watching the head crown from his palm with each downward stroke. I begin to feel the warm tingle in me grow and I want it. I want to see the creamy goodness he has waiting for me. "NOw. I want you to come for me now."

He begins to stroke with more voracity. Grunts and moans of pleasure slip from his lips.

"Come on, you can do it for me. I want to see it. I want to taste it. Cum for me now." I lower myself closer to the floor and open my waiting mouth below him. "Cum now and I will let you shoot your load on my face and down my throat. NOw. I want it now." In a moment, his hand was on the back of my head and the camera was now in his hand. He forced my mouth deep and hard on him. It made me cough and gag, but I didn't mind. My hands and mouth took over instantly. The camera running, filming him disappear deep into my throat only turned me on more.
For nearly a half hour, I slurped and sucked my way into what I swear must be some sort of record. All my yoga and core training prepared me for this moment. I was a porn star, and I was good. Switching between deep penetration, finger play, tight grip, tongue action and everything else I picked up over the years. I pulled no stops. Just when I thought I was tired and had nothing left, Koala would groan or whimper and it would invigorate me to push. Between my legs dripped with pleasure. I so love the blow job.

And when I worked myself out, he took over once again. I sat between his legs cheering him on, begging for his load. When he was ready, he stood up, grabbed my hair and shoved my face deep into his crotch. I felt the kick of his ejaculate and the warm smoothness of it enter deep in the back of my throat.

A few minutes to quiet the beating of my heart and I spoke, "That was just for fun right. I mean it was like a happy accident and I don't want that all the time. It was just one of those things, right?"

"absolutely. You give amazing head. That was the best I have had in a long time."

"I know. I am going to bed now. I think I might have to get one for myself before bed, but don't get me wrong. I enjoyed that very much. It is the closest I can get to cumming myself"

"Do you want me to come into the bedroom and help you?"

"No, I am just fine. But you can listen if you want. Goodnight."

This morning I woke up late for work, but in such a good mood. Ah. Here is to friends with benefits.


PS Don't worry the tape is safe with me.

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