A Misty-eyed Romance ...
“I refuse to let what happened to me make me bitter.”
― Nicole Kidman
I must admit that Misty is not for the faint-hearted, but my goodness that girl easily ticks all my boxes with a big fat marker pen. Yes, there may be prettier and far more delicate girls around, but Misty has the amazon dominance off to a tee with that incredible bubble-butt, her strong thighs and an aura of 'don't-fuck-with-me' about her. That combination turns me on and she knows it.
I was at Kings Bar last night with the 'Magic Crew' and had Misty on my mind. She was there in her minuscule cut-off shorts displaying those incredible and delicious curves. She knows I like her as I've been on my knees with her several times in the past and she was trying to persuade me to take her again. A scary prospect to deny her last night and there was no way I was ever going to bullshit her or give her false signals. So I had to tell her straight and clear "not tonight, but I'll be back to see you in a few days". For my own self-preservation I'd better not let her down, these girls don't forget. I feel like a useless worthless wimp when I'm in her presence which I find highly erotic. In my eyes she is one of few girls on the scene who truly gets my juices flowing.
The following evening ...
After a small group of us left Magic's very well attended Baby Boom party we stopped off for a few more drinks at Famous before finally making our way over in the early hours to Kings Bar for a nightcap. Raymond, Magic and his delicious belle-de-jour, plus myself.
On arrival the small group sat outside in the open air and I disappeared inside for a much needed piss. Having dealt with that unstoppable and inconvenient bodily function I was just opening the secondary door from the toilet back through into the bar to see a stern Misty walking directly towards me. With a determined look on her face her flattened palm impacted my shoulder and I was spun around and sent back to whence I'd came. With alcohol, excitement and a sense of submissiveness flowing through my veins I felt there was little choice but to comply. As I was steered back into the toilet I could hear the sound of her heels behind me, the toilet door subsequently closing, followed by a click of the latch. This indicated to me that I was about to receive some toilet-training and maybe even be taught a lesson.
Within the confines of the toilet she stepped around me and pushed down on my shoulder with her hand. My knees fell to the floor-tiles and I unzipped my shorts in anticipation.
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It's difficult to remember exactly how long I was in there, but with senses on overload and awash in a sea of bubble-butt and firm legs my tongue claimed every inch of her thighs and ass. With her strong hand locked onto the back of my head holding my face against her flesh I recall being offered a short-time room but it was too late, the time was now.
She steered my mouth around her copious curves with one hand while she shuffled off her tight butt-biting pants from her ample buttocks with the other. As they dropped from view I recall looking down to the ground and seeing her 6" clear translucent heels framed by a belt which was bigger than the shorts themselves. I knelt beneath her like a weakling with my own cock in hand as my eyes slowly climbed back up her strong and powerful body until I could see her face forming a backdrop to her engorged penis.
My options seemed limited as she clung onto my head as I held my mouth open mere inches beneath her erect horizontal cock. Before I knew it her hips were rocking and she was fucking my throat and there was nothing I could do except struggle for breath. Just as I thought I was about to choke she withdrew her weapon and at close quarters I witnessed several gushes of pure ladyboy semen jet out in several bursts right in front of my face, the first of which landed on my cheek. All the time she'd been stood looking down at me watching me masturbate as I knelt beneath her.
She then turned and raised her high-heeled right foot up onto the lid of the big waste bin to the right of the sink and held onto the basin, her right knee level with her head as she leaned over proudly displaying perhaps the finest ass in Pattaya. As she looked down under her leg at me she could see my appreciation of her fine form and my neck extended upwards to allow me to lick the underside of her raised thigh, all the time relentlessly galloping my maggot. My urges grew until I couldn't help myself but stand up behind her. I stabbed my cock at her solid buttocks and it was then she appeared to offer her anus, or at least that was how it seemed. Believe me I wanted it, but even with such an irresistible offer apparently on the table and with numerous alcohol units affecting my judgement I knew where the line had to be drawn. Spit and bareback is not the way to claim your pension, so I passed on that potential possibility.
As my left hand groped and fondled and fingered my right hand worked towards releasing the pressure she'd so easily built up inside me. Within moments I felt the inner sensation of pleasure followed by relief as I delivered a dollop of my next generation onto her glistening buttock, accompanied by a feeling of pride as I watched it trickle down and drip from her raised leg onto the mucky toilet floor tiles below. What a rush!
A quick cock and hand wash in the sink and payment for services rendered and I was allowed to leave. Back outside I felt an immediate touch of déjà vu as Magic offered me some of his street meat and spicy dip.
Sometimes you just can't beat a bit of bully.
dixon cox (2013)