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The Phantom Menace
One time when I was visiting some friends and family in DC, I went out drinking and ended up going home with a girl. I'll be honest: this girl was not attractive. But she was into me, and she was there, and perhaps most importantly--she just gave off a blowjob vibe. You know the type; they aren't good looking or exceptional in any way, but they just give off a look that says "I suck dick like I made it up.'
I was pretty drunk when we got back to her place, but that didn't seem to faze her. We didn't even make it to the bedroom. She grabbed me right as we came in the door, undid my pants as she pushed me onto her white sofa and knelt on the ground in front of me, working me right there in her living room.
My god was I right: She blew me away, literally and figuratively. She must have spent at least 20 minutes fellating me, never once taking her mouth off my penis, slurping at the exact right moments in the exact right places. She was so good my ankles even started sweating. God bless whoever taught her.
As soon as she finished, she went to the bathroom to wash out her mouth (she's one of those), and I stood up to rifle through my pants pocket and get a condom when I saw the sofa: there was a HUGE skid mark prominently displayed on her WHITE sofa.
I laughed at first. Then I remembered that she drove me to her
place...and she lived a good 30 minutes away from where I was staying.
As the thought of having to hitchhike 45 miles walked through my mind,
she appeared out of the bathroom.
Thinking fast, I put my pants on the sofa and romantically whisked her into her bedroom, where I had to f@#$ her at least 3 or 4 times to get to go to sleep. Once she was safely out, I snuck out of her room and flipped the cushion.
I wonder if she ever found that stain.
Max, T. (2006). I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell. The Phantom Menance. Retrieved from Tuckermax.com
18 January, 2008