Blowjobs

I know, I know...it's been a minute...but I'm back!!!! Hope the summer has been good to you...because it has been good to me.LOL. I've noticed a pattern when it comes to my summertime sex schedule...I usually just want quickies or just plain old blowjobs. I think maybe the heat makes me more lazy and less inclined to go all out and have marathon fuck sessions, but yeah...this seems to be the trend. I've always been partial to getting head, but at the same time I've grown to be very picky. Some chicks definitely do it better than others. With the advent of the internet and porn almost everywhere you turn it's hard to believe that there are chicks that really don't know how to give good head...but they exist. This isn't a deal-breaker in my book because I've run through my fair share of "rookies" and I'm always down to help "educate" those who look like they don't have a clue. I think this is as good as any opportunity to give a little insight to the things that a guy like the Blackstallion likes when it comes to getting "special attention"...a small list in no particular order...ladies take notes:

1) The Wetter The Better- Suck,Spit,Slurp...yes ladies...saliva and plenty of it makes getting head a better experience than you'll ever know. The sight and sound of getting a nice sloppy blowjob is such a turn-on for me that it takes a lot for me to hold back sometimes. I've gotten head in the shower, jacuzzis, and other places where wetness will do the trick, but nothing beats the natural lubricant the mouth provides. I used to like the other creative alternatives like whip cream, honey, etc...but the after effect sometimes leaves me a little too sticky so it always comes back to having a good "spit game".

2) Location,Location,Location- I've grown to be a very sexually adventurous person and I think it has to do with the understanding that when you "gotta have it" time,place, and opportunity may not always work in your favor...so when the chance arises...go with the moment. Having a woman who sees eye to eye on the matter is a big help also...she can't be to nervous, hung up, or prudish. That said, some of my better BJ experiences have been in noncoventional settings(i.e. back of taxi cab,subway platform,dance floor at a club). Yeah, it's been crazy like that...but those are some of the best BJs I've ever had.

3) Look Ma No Hands- There have only been a couple of women that I've come across so far that have had a "hands free" mode in their repertoire...and God Bless 'em. It might seem insignificant to some and not really a big deal to others...but a woman who can give head without having to using her hands as the primary way to get you to cum is a champ in my book. I mean I'm not totally against the use of hands, but some chicks use it as a way to cheat...which means they end up doing more "stroking" than "sucking"...and if that's the case then I might as well be jerking-off. But like I've said before, some guys are different and what works for one may not work for all.

4) She Swallowed It- I know I'm going to catch a lot of flack for this one...but ladies a woman who guzzles a man's joy juice is like the Rolls Royce of head specialists. And yeah, yeah I know your not just going to go around and swallow any old Tom,Dick(pun intended), and Joe's baby batter...but it makes things so much simpler...just sit back and let it all go. I hate cumming and having to figure out where to shoot my load. One girl I was with used to wait for my signal then jerk me off into a towel she always kept on stand by(hated it)..another girl used to let me shoot in her mouth, wait until I shot my last drop, and then run out the room (her cheeks puffed out like a blow fish full of cum) headed to the bathroom and make the loudest spitting/gargling noises ever(close...but no cigar!!!)...but the 1st time a chick ever swallowed me when I came....Wow..it felt like heaven on earth...yeah..it was that good. And ladies if you think I'm bullshitting you...here's a little test... a lot of guys probably won't remember certain things in life(their 1st kiss,your favorite color,etc.)..but trust me when I tell you he will remember the name,height,weight, and maybe even social security # of the woman who blew him and swallowed for the very 1st time.LOL.

Let's face it ladies and gents...having a good head game isn't the end all be all...but it definitely helps you put points on the board. You don't think so? Ask Hillary Clinton about Monica Lewinsky. I know, low blow...just jogging our collective memories to make a point. But like I said before different strokes for different folks..if getting or giving head ain't your thing...cool breeze and a can of peas...you don't have a thing to worry about. But if your significant other wants to you to lick the "magic stick"....don't say that The Stallion didn't warn ya!!! Well, until next time we speak Rotten Apple....tease 'em and squeeze 'em silly ;-)

No Glove No Love...Play It Safe!!!

This one right here is on a serious note folks. I was speaking to my homegirl Ginger the other day and she was giving me the low-down on one of her latest sexual exploits. She touched on something that gave me a moment of pause and I'm going to shoot it out there and you can let me know what you think. My friend Ginger and I are both bon a fide "sex-a-holics". We used to be fuck buddies a while back and at some point we stopped because this girl was giving my dick such a workout I had to beg for mercy!!! With all the of the wild and kinky things Ginger and I have done between us both we can both write a couple of books and have a talk show. But no matter how kinky and crazy our fun has been....we always played it safe!!!! Let me repeat it folks....we always played it safe!!!

I say that to ask this....in the year 2009 with AIDS and other nasty diseases skyrocketing at an all-time high...Why the fuck are people still trying to have unprotected sex????

Listen, I'm a man and I'm not even going to sit here and tell you that I haven't fell victim to momentary lapses in judgement...we as men are knowing for thinking with "the little head between our legs" instead of "the big head between our shoulders"; and yeah we will say and do just about anything to fuck. But even in my tender years I still kept my "hat" on the right "head" and kept it moving because I was probably to afraid to think of what could happen if I didn't. So when my friend Ginger told me about her latest encounter it really made me think about why even people who should know better don't always use the good sense God gave fleas. Ginger is young,pretty,single, and focused. She's a manager at a bank and she's used to getting whatever she wants whenever she wants.....not bitchy...just really firm and direct when she needs to be. So I wasn't surprised when she called and told me that she was going out on a date with this guy "Rod" a mortgage broker who was constantly flirting with her every time he came into the bank. By Ginger's account the guy looked good, was college educated and had a lot going on upstairs as well as down below so she figured "Hey, might as well give him a shot". She called me a couple of days later and left a message on my phone...something to the effect of "Hey, call me back when you get the chance, you'll never believe what that muthafucker tried to pull on me." She sounded tight...that was not good, so when I got free I hit her up to see what was the deal. Ginger has two sides...the no joke don't fuck with me side...and the jokey playful nasty side. Whatever Rod did to her brought out the no joke don't fuck with me side...again not good.

When I called her back I asked her how everything went with the date...y'know the typical questions. Where'd you go? Where'd you eat? Etc, etc. By her account the date went as followed: He picked her up in his very expensive sports car. Check. They went to a very exclusive restaurant. Check. They went to a little after-hour spot that played live music. Check. They went back to her place....Hmmmm....this is where it gets interesting. Ginger is a chick after my own heart, she likes to set the tone early, there is no guess work; if she's digging you..she's going to fuck you. Point blank. Period. It really is that simple with her. So as she's running down the details to me she was really starting to get worked up and says something about how they fucked but it was wack because he was acting stupid. I was like WTF??? ...LOL...What happened?? She said "Would you believe this clown wanted to fuck with no condom???" I said "Really...no condom???" And she repeated it "No Condom!!!" There was a little silence between us on the phone as I took in what she was telling me. Ginger told me that it wasn't the fact that he suggested fucking with no condom but it was the fact that he was so insistent on it, feeding her lines like she was some young, dumb girl who'd never did the deed before. Just her thinking about it got her fired up. "Can you believe in this day and age with all this nasty shit floating around this fucker wants me to just spread my legs so he can run up and give me God knows what!!! Uhh Unnn, buddy you better take that shit somewhere else!!!" Ginger really was a riot when you got her started but I couldn't agree with her more. She continued on by saying"Here it is this seemingly intelligent guy wanted to do something so stupid the 1st time out, it's not like he 's known me a long time. And when we were fucking this idiot is stopping like every other minute messing with the condom talking about..."It would feel alot better if we didn't have to deal with this"...it was so annoying it just turned me off". I was listening to Ginger but my mind was drifting to the different encounters I had with women and I started to think even as a guy how many times I'd been told by women"Oh, you don't need a condom, I trust you" or "I want to feel you inside of me, not some damm rubber." It was a small number really but any number can be scary when you think on it hard enough. "So, I guess you can never really know what a person is about or what's going on inside their head" she sighed. I was like "Yeah, I guess" answering her kind of absent mindedly because what she was telling me put me in another space. "But Ging, that's just like one random dude y'know...not all guys are on that bullshit." She said "I know, but a few have tried and I put their ass in check!!!". She told me another scenario where she was dealing with this guy on the steady for about 5 or 6 months. She spent the night over his house after one of Ginger's infamous all-night fuck sessions, when they woke up the next morning they were spooning and dude just casually starts to slip his dick inside her. She was startled and looked over at him like "Uuuhhhh..Helllllllooooo....WTF??" and he sheepishly looked at her and said "My bad, I thought we were cool?". As I listened to her all I could do was shake my head because it really was crazy how irresponsible and reckless people can be.

I don't know how true it is, but I think I just recently heard something on the news about a porn star or a group of porn stars that recently tested positive for some STD. Damm, and those are porn stars!!! In that industry they usually get tested before every shoot, so who knows what your dealing with when your hooking up with your average Jane or Joe Blow. So after talking with Ginger a little while we made a pact with each other; if on our next encounter we run across someone who even faintly suggests that it's cool not to use protection; we're putting on our clothes and heading for the hills because that person is either on drugs or mentally imbalanced!!! And look, I'm a guy whose kind of been there and done that, but I'm never going to put myself in harm's way taking that kind of risk. I guess it gets really fuzzy for folks when you've been with someone awhile and you might be trying to take it to that next level in your relationship; but these days the proof is in the pudding...if your really serious about moving on to that next level of your relationship, take your asses down to the clinic and get tested.

It's really hard to trust people these days and even when you do..who's to say that the trust you've built up won't be broken. All I know is that it's better to be safe than sorry. So until the next time we meet...play it safe people...play it safe...over and out.

Give Me Liberty....

Well, Ladies and Gents The Black Stallion returns from the field with a topic you might like. The picture that you see posted above is a place that if they haven't made a New York institution, it should be. The place is called The Liberty Inn and it's one of NYC's better "short stays". For those of you that might be scratching your head wondering "What the hell is a short stay?", it's basically a hotel/motel that gives you reduced hourly rates. Why would they do that? Well for those of us who might be "creeping around" with that "cutie" who works in the next cubicle, or just looking for a place to spice up the ole' sex routine with your significant other; the short stay is the perfect place to do it. As big as a place that NYC is you would think that there are plenty of places to go "get your freak on"; but sadly enough dear readers there isn't. Any place with good atmosphere is going to cost an arm and a leg, and if that's going to be the case you might as well chip in the extra bucks and do a weekend getaway. That would also entirely defeat the purpose. You pretty much want to bust a good nut, then get the fuck out of dodge!!! Outside of the obvious people using it for affairs and such, it has come in handy for me in times when I didn't really want the women I was trying to fuck knowing where I lived. Why would I go through all that trouble? Seriously...that can be another whole blog in itself titled "Dealing with Psycho Stalker Chicks and Women Who Don't Know When To Move On". Yeah, I've had some real winners...but I digress. The Liberty Inn definitely gets two thumbs up from me. It's reasonably priced($80.00 for 3 hours-don't quote me the rates might have changed), decent as far as cleanliness(definitely not some crackhead spot), and the location is perfect(10th Ave and West 14th St). One thing about The Liberty that I must warn you about in advance is that during the week it's not too busy, but if you get there on a Friday or Saturday night; you can forget it. It's like Grand Central Station...crowded. So if you plan on using these guys, get their number and call ahead, they will tell you if there are rooms available. This is not the only spot in town, I'm sure if you Google short stays in NY you'll get a nice list, but there's just a few that I can vouch for. Another place that used to get alot of action from me was St. Marks Hotel in Greenwich Village(this is where I popped my "short stay cherry"). I stopped going there after awhile because it seemed out of nowhere their prices just jumped so it didn't make sense. Another place that I've been to was The Marrakech Hotel. It's not really a short stay per se, but they sometimes run some specials where the cost of an overnight really doesn't set you back money wise. All in all each of these places holds special memories for me...let me share a few with you. St. Marks Hotel

So yeah this is where I popped my "short stay cherry". Up until this point, I've fucked in some odd-ball places(we'll save this for another post..LOL), but never in a hotel. Anyway, me and this Latin chick we'll call her "Lisette" were getting to know each other really,really well. The problem was that I wasn't living own my own yet(plus I lived kind of far) and she lived with her mother and grandmother, so somebody was always home. I was tired of getting blue balls and she definitely wanted to feel what I was working with. But I wasn't thinking about going the motel route; I was just biding time. I was telling one of my boys about the situation and after he heard me out, he made the suggestion about going to St Marks. He had an older sister and overheard her talking to one of her friends about it. My homeboy told me to suggest it to Lisette softly because some women don't want to seem like your taking them to some hotel because you think that their a "whore"; but surprisingly Lisette was cool with it. We planned the time and date that we would meet up and took it from there. I have to say that Lisette was one of the shyest chicks I've ever been with. Very quiet and demure, real soft spoken. She had a nice body..really petite, nice ass, nice perky tits. The good thing about St Marks is that it's right in the heart of Greenwich Village so there's alot stuff to do and see before and after you handle your business. The bad thing about St. Marks is that it's right in the heart of Greenwich Village, so there's always foot traffic moving about. Also add to the fact that the entrance to St Marks is so non-descript, you can walk right past it without even knowing it(which we did several times..trying not to be obvious). We finally made the building out, arrived at the front desk, took care of the money; got the key and headed to the room. It took a minute for Lisette to loosen up, but once she did everything fell right into place. For someone as shy as Lisette was, she was an expert in giving head; she had a mouth that didn't seem to quit. She had technique too...she would cup and massage my balls with both hands as she was sucking me off with deep long swallows. I don't know if it was the adrenaline rush of seeing this cute, shy Latina working over my dick with her tiny hands or just being in the hotel gave me a new sense of boldness. But whatever it was it definitely put me in "porn star" mode. I reached over for her hips and put her pussy on my face and spread her lips apart with my tongue. She was moaning and grinding her pussy on my face in a small swivel motion, teasing me so I could only get a couple of licks in. "Enough of this shit" I heard her say. She reached over to get a condom on the nightstand near the bed. I knew this was going to be fun. We fucked in every position under the sun. Missionary, doggy-style, cowgirl, on our sides, wheel barrel, standing up...it was like the Fuck Olympics. We definitely gave that room a workout, and if those walls could talk; they would have a lot to say. The Liberty Inn After I popped my cherry with St. Marks Hotel, I definitely got a little bolder and more adventurous. I was hanging out a lot more in the city around this time, and the thing with nightlife in NYC is that Friday and Saturday is prime time. Even with a half decent approach you can meet new pussy. I ended up meeting this light skin chick(we'll call her "Hazel") outside of this pool spot called Slate. I don't know what was going on that night but people were just outside milling about, you could hardly stand on the sidewalk. I saw Hazel in passing and asked what was going on and she said she was with her girlfriends and they were trying to figure out the same thing. We did the smalltalk chit chat thing, and before I headed off we exchanged numbers. After about 2 nights of speaking to her on the phone, I realized that Hazel was really really open sexually. We talked about relationships new and old...which then moved on to sexual likes and dis-likes. She was seeing someone and I was dealing with my girlfriend at the time on a off and on basis. She told me how the guy she was seeing now had been her boyfriend since freshman year in college and even though they had "good chemistry" they were "sexually incompatible". He was a good guy, he just didn't make her orgasm. Most of the time she would fake an orgasm just so they could finish. She said she liked to do freaky stuff and had fantasies, but her man wasn't on that level. I saw my opening, but I didn't want to over play it. I kept it sexually playful with her just to see how far she would take it....let me tell you she was more than ready to go there. Soon we were texting each other nasty little random shit like whatever popped into our heads, and it was building up. She was working and going to school so I agreed to meet her one day after class. We started our usual playful sex talk and when it was obvious that we both wanted to fuck, I suggested that we head to the Liberty Inn.

When we got there it was early in the evening so we got a room with no waiting. When we got to the room it seemed like Hazel was ready to put on a little show for me. She had a carry all bag with her and she reached into it and pulled out a very long double headed pink dildo. I was like "Wow..O.K."I must admit, I wasn't expecting her to take it there, but she did. She got undressed , lubed the dildo up, and she got busy. She kissed me then told me to lean back. She straddled me with her back turned leaned forward with her pussy and ass cheeks in the air. With one hand she parted her pussy lips apart and with the other she slid one end of the dildo inside herself. She slowly slid as much of it in and then would slowly slide it out. She moved up a little bit more on the bed so now we were in the 69 position, and the dildo was still inside her. "Put it in my ass" she told me. I was really turned on and thinking to myself "Damm this girl is really good." The dildo had a wobbly jelly-like feel to it...and as I slowly slid it in her ass, she let out a moan. She leaned forward and started giving me head while I had the dildo bent in a C-shape working her pussy and her ass-hole. We assumed this position for as long as we could, but soon she leaned over to put a condom on me, and started to mount me reverse cowgirl. I started to take the dildo out of her ass and she said"Noooooo...keep it in..I wanna feel you with it in me!!!". I nearly busted a nut right then and there. She rode me cowgirl with this long pink jelly dildo in her ass...and when she was ready to cum..I thought the she was going into shock because her body was shaking so hard from the orgasm. I kept riding her doggy-style(she loved this position) until I busted a nice hot load and collapsed from the workout. We stayed in contact, but only got with each other like 2 or 3 more times after that; the sex was still amazing. Later on I had to ask her how she came up with the ideal of using her "pink companion". She said she always masturbated and always did some kind of ass-play, but again this was one of those things that her man wasn't into; so she needed someone to help her out in that department. As you can tell, I was more than happy to assist . The Marrakech Hotel This place really isn't a short stay per se, but I had nice little rendezvous that I just have to share. I met this blonde Swedish chick, (I'll call her "Ava") partying with some friends at a lounge on the Upper West Side. Ava and her friends were on vacation and taking in the sights of NYC and they were really just letting it all hang out. I was there with 2 of my buddies and we were all getting better acquainted. Ava and her friends spoke very little English, and whatever we could make out was heavily accented, it was cute. The drinks were flowing and we were all having a good time. My homeboys and Ava's girlfriends had paired off and were having their own little private conversations. They started playing reggae music so Ava motions to the dance floor and says "You dance..yes??". Hell yeah, so we get up and head off to a little corner in the lounge...as we make our way over I notice that Ava had a nice little booty. She had good rhythm and was throwing her booty against my dick. All of her grinding was really getting my dick hard. She felt it and I didn't care because her booty was so nice and soft. As the dance floor started getting crowded we made our way outside to get some air. "Is very hot..yes??"..she said fanning herself, her shirt sticking against her skin. I agreed it was hot and I wasn't rushing to go back in. "I change...I going to hotel" she said in her broken English, so I thought she was telling me that the night was over for her; I thought O.K. let me get her number so we could hook up another time. "I going to hotel for change..you come??". Oh shit she's asking me to go with her. I told her "Yes..I go with you". I thought we would have to jump in a cab, but to my surprise the hotel was like 3 blocks away walking distance; so we got there in no time. I noticed that the hotel had a little Middle Eastern vibe going on, but I was buzzed so I really couldn't take everything in; just Ava's booty as she lead me to her room. Her room was on the 2nd floor and really wasn't that big. I looked around and saw luggage and travel bags thrown around the room. She took off her shirt and was in her jeans going through a big duffel bag looking for a shirt. She seemed real comfortable with me in the room, so to see how far I could go I came up behind her while her back was turned to me; and I leaned over and cupped her breast. She was startled, but she didn't resist; she just put her hands over mine. As I started kissing on her neck, I was slipping my hand down to the front; rubbing her pussy through her jeans. She reached back around and started rubbing my dick..and I felt it throbbing pushing to get free. I started to undo the zipper on her jeans and she separated from me and gave me a real guilty look. I wondered what happened, she seemed like she was into it...could I be moving to quick? "Is good..but no fuck"..she said. That took me by surprise."No fuck..Why?". She told me in her very limited Swedish/ English that she had a "boyfriend" and one of her "girlfriends" was actually her boyfriend's sister. Shit. I didn't see this one coming...I had to think quick..before her guilt killed the whole vibe. So I conceded, I said "O.K...no fuck...but it feels good. Yes?". I reached out, slipped her breasts out of her bra..and proceeded to suck them gently. She let out a little moan and she let me continue. Even though she said no fucking I figured there had to be some way to break her down. As I was kissing her breast I started making my way down to her navel, and she realized I wanted to go lower than that. She let me undo her zipper and I quickly pulled down her jeans and panties down around her ankles. I moved in quickly and licked her clit so she wouldn't have time to resist. She was moaning and grinding her hips against my face, her pussy tasted good; and was getting wetter and wetter with each lick. I couldn't get my tongue all the way in with her standing up, so I moved her onto the bed and spread the lips of pussy wide with my fingers, and let my tongue explore her deeply. She was breathing heavy and the little moans that were coming out from under breath soon became full throat "Aaaaaah's". As I increased the stroke of my tongue, she would pull my head in closer to her pussy and grind her hips harder.To top it all off this chick was a "screamer" . The deeper my tongue went into her glistening wet pussy, the louder she would scream...the whole hotel could probably hear her by now. By this time my dick wanted in on the action and I wanted to test her "no fuck" policy. I stood up, dropped out of my pants and boxers and started moving toward her...rock solid dick in hand. She sat up and didn't waste anytime...before I couldn't angle my dick to move anywhere near her pussy..she took me in her mouth with deep long slurps. She gave good head so I really couldn't complain, but I wanted to lay my dick between those tight Swedish butt cheeks. But no dice, she wouldn't let my dick out of her mouth long enough for me to do anything. So we ended 69ing and eventually that brought both of us with to a nice bed shaking orgasm. This was a 1st in many times where I didn't get any pussy. Just head. Which is cool with me as long as I get to bust a nice hot nut I've got no issues. After we were done, we got dressed and headed back down to the lounge where we saw our friends standing outside. As we approached them, they all had that "What the fuck were you up to?" look. We didn't need to say anything because the look on our faces said it all.

So if you ever think about using a motel or hotel for a some hot, nasty, low down dirty sex; try the places I listed above(or hell find your own place..and let me know) and tell them The Black Stallion sent you. Until then, take it easy Rotten Apple.

Sex and the Single Guy.

Well, I guess it had to happen sooner or later...I'm officially a "blogger" now. I won't even begin to kid myself or anyone who happens to stumble on to this blog that I have the slighest clue on what I'm doing, but I promise you I will try to keep it interesting. What's going to be the topic for discussion you might ask? Sex...Sex...and more Sex...from an average guy's point of view. If your ears are delicate, then now is the time to exit...you still here? Good...nice of you to stay. So the topic at hand is sex. So what? What's the big deal? What makes me qualified to speak on the topic? The answer is simple...I'm just your ordinary,average guy..who loves to fuck, and just happens to get his fair share of pussy. I'm not a model, porn star,athelete,rapper,actor, or lawyer. Nope just your average Joe ladies and gents. I did at one time work for a big media conglomerate (who shall remain nameless) and I did enjoy some "perks" that came with my position', but that's another story. I left the coporate world some time ago to start my own consulting firm so now I work for Me,Myself,and I. The things I'm going to share with you are the thoughts and experiences of a man who's been around the world and back. I'm not a professional writer and I don't get paid to do this. I just think it would be fun or maybe just good therapy for me to get the things I've experienced off my chest. The stuff I talk about might not always be "politically correct" or all pretty with a little bow wrapped on it...but it will always be honest and from the heart. So now what makes me sooooo fucking special from the other countless guys who dream and fantasize about fucking America's Next Top Model or whoever today's hottest porn starlett(you fill in the blank) might be? The answer may be nothing at all...I'm a red-blooded,horny, nicely hung, sexual adventurer who lives for the thrill of the chase. What I do really can't be too far off the map when it comes to sex. But sometimes when I talk to my friends, guys and girls alike..they always seem suprised at the stuff I pull off. "You did WHAT...WHERE...with WHO??? You are something else!!!". I'm not some Romeo/Cassanova...I just happen to love the scent,touch,taste, and feel of "good pussy"...and I don't discriminate. When I say I get my "fair share"...I'm being modest, I've been with Black,White,Spanish,Asian; women older than me(before I even knew what a MILF or Cougar was) and women younger than me...again I repeat...I do not discriminate. And maybe that might be the difference. I know plenty of guys who only get with one type of female because of one thing or the other,wether it be a certain "look" or "body type"...and hey if that works for you; go for it. Over the years I've put away a lot of hang ups and stereotypes when it comes to the opposite sex. Remember the saying..."You can't judge a book...yadda yadda yah"...it's sooo true. For example, I remember dealing with this cute little Latina...we'll call her "Inez"(yes dear readers the names will be changed..but the game remains the same... I don't wan't to blow up anybody's spot.lol) It took me and Inez a minute to fuck because I literally thought I would break her tiny little Puerto Rican pussy in half. I mean she was like 4-11'...and that was with heels on.lol. Anyway, needless to say I've yet to meet a woman who can handle a dick like her...she had really good "pussy control"...she could squeeze a dick like a vice-grip(Kegel exercises ladies...it really does help.lol). On top of that she would do this thing with her hips where she would pivot downwards while I was thrusting in...damm it hurt...but in a good way...she always timed it just right. About a week after one of our marathon fuck sessions we were laying in bed and she asked "Why did you wait so long to make your move?" Of course I tried to brush it off with guy lines 101 "The timing wasn't right..", "I was just trying to take things slow...",blah,blah,blah. She saw right through my bullshit. So she asked me with her sly little grin " You thought I couldn't "handle" you huh?". All I could do from that point was chuckle. She told me how a lot of guys she had been with thought she was this "little doll" and it was she who usually had to fuck them. She definitely fucked like she had something to prove. So as we lay next to each other...my dick still tingling from the workout she gave me...she looked at me and asked"So what do you think now?". I jokingly told her I'd let her know how the sex was after I got the feeling back beneath my waist (Yeah guys..she was that good..seriously). I wasn't always a self-professed "pussy chaser", quite the opposite, I was really shy,reserved, and awkward around women...(I didn't know the "g-spot" from the "pee-spot")...but as I started to come into my own as a man, meet more women(I confess...the kinky ones did it.lol),experience different cultures; it started to get easier and easier...so now I can go into any situation(club,bar,bar-mitzvah.lol) and talk the panties off of any woman if I really wanted to. But I've got to admit, I had help along the way; mostly from women older than me who imparted little words of wisdom along the way. What I've come to realize is that most men aren't really patient when it comes to getting in tune with what a woman really wants sexually. Again I'm not some know-it-all guru...just a good listener. And guys the ladies are talking loud and clear, but we're just not hearing them. A woman who definitely set me straight was this older Italian lady(we'll call her "Angela") I was messing around with when I was working at this firm in mid-town Manhattan. She was an excutive assistant for one of the senior partners at the firm...and boy this woman looked good. She had to be in her mid 50's, but she could have easily passed for early 30's...nice personality...but don't get on her bad side...she'll let you have it in a New York minute...a real tough cookie type. She didn't have much of a body but she had great big tits...and she always wore low-cut stuff that showed off her cleavage. I was an intern right down the hall and would always watch how much foot traffic wether it be the guys on my floor, guys from the mail-room,delivery guys, or even the other bosses; they all would hover over her desk...probably just to get a peek at those tits...and she seemed to love the attention. There were other younger chicks in the office, but I would always hear guys my age and older talking about "Angela", and what they would do to her if they had the chance...some dudes even put it out there that she might have slept with one of the VP's. I always just thought that it was bullshit office talk. Anyway, at this stage in my life I was like a "player in training. I was constantly on the phone...even at work...trying to set up my next sexual rendezvous. I was a mess. I had all my little "booty calls" on speed dial...if one didn't pick up....I'd leave one of my "Hey baby, just thinking about you" messages....and call the next chick on the list. I was a real piece of work. I had to pass Angela's desk on my way to the elevator, so I would always say "Good Morning" or "Good Night" depending if I was coming or going. I was headed out the door one evening,said my usual "Good Night", she said"Good Night, loverboy..take it easy on the ladies.O.K?" I spun around real quick and she was smiling shaking her head. I was caught off guard, I didn't realize that I was that obvious. After that, what could I really say...I tried to be more discreet...and just kept it moving. Months later, Angela and I became cool enough through our daily "Hi and Bye" routine that we ended taking the train back to Brooklyn(I lived in Bed-Stuy and she lived in Sheepshead Bay). She always had little "jewels" to tell me when I had "girlfriend issues"...mostly she would end up telling me not to be a "prick","jerk", or "asshole"...she was brassy and sometimes didn't care who was within earshot..she told it like it was. Other people in the office started to notice how chummy we were and soon guys in the office were coming up to me like "What's up with you and Angela...you tapping that or what??" I was like "Nah, me and Angela are super cool...I see her on the train going home..but that's about it" I guess I was just so naive and immature at the time or I just didn't want the attention. But not too soon afterward I started hanging back after work so I wouldn't have to run into her on the way out. I was heading in one morning, saw Angela, said my usual "Good morning". She didn't say anything right away so I just assumed that she didn't hear me. I was about to say it again, then she said" I haven't seen you on the train going home? What, you don't like my company?". I muttered something about how I had to finish off work before I leave blah,blah,blah...I knew she wasn't buying it...but she didn't say anything. She just let me ramble on until I was finished. Then she said"Mmmmmm...O.K." And that was it. Not another word spoken. From that point on, we didn't do the "Hi and Bye's" anymore. I fucked up...I knew it, so it was like what's the point. The silent treatment went on for about 2 weeks straight then somebody on our floor decided it was time for our group to go out for drinks. I usually don't do the whole "drinking with people from the job" thing because sometimes people do and say things out of character, and it's hard to look at them the same way afterward; but I was like "What the hell...I really could use a drink right about now. Fuck it..Why not?". So we all end up at our designated drinking spot 0n 34th St...and people from the job wasted no time throwing back the drinks. I see Angela sitting with some ladies from the office, she gets up to use the bathroom; passes right by me without any words exchanged...I felt like saying something to her but I didn't want to look like an idiot. By like 1 am, it was a wrap...people were stumbling out the bar to catch cabs and get rides from people from our group. One of the bosses called for a car service so people wouldn't have to come out of their own pockets to get home. A handful of us lived in Brooklyn, so we all cram up into a Lincoln Towncar; and me and Angela got sqaushed up in the middle. It really felt awkward, everyone packed up in there like sardines trying to make smalltalk...Angela and I stuck in the middle, not saying a damm thing. Wasn't too long before it was just Angela and I in the car, so when the driver asked "Where to?" I told him he could take Angela home first. I was just being a gentleman. She said "Thanks" and before I could say anything she said " Oh God, I think I'm going to be sick". She had her head titled back,eyes closed, and she was reaching for the switch to roll down the windows...but her hand kept on missing it. I told the driver to roll down the window on her side, but he didn't hear me; so I reached over to the door on her side and cracked the window a little bit so some breeze could circulate in the car. As I reached back over to get to my side, my arm grazed her breast...I apologized...and she was like"It's O.K". The driver was flooring it, and his turns were swinging my leg into hers..so much so that I kept saying sorry when it happened. She was cool and was like "C'mon..don't worry about it sweetie, at least you know he'll get you home quickly." She had a little half smile when she said it... so bingo...just like that I felt the tension disappear...like now we're cool again...I didn't want to push it just in case I was reading the wrong signal from her so I sat back and didn't say anything. Then she asked me"What are you wearing? It smells nice." Before I could tell her what is was(something from Kenneth Cole)...I felt her breath on my neck. It was so sudden it startled me. The way she leaned into me I could feel her breast pushing against my arm...let me tell you they felt soft as cushions. That alone was enough to start the blood rushing to my dick...I could feel it pulsing underneath my boxers. I told her the name of my cologne and she leans in to get a second whiff...she puts her hand on my thigh to brace herself from crashing into me. Our driver(Mr Indy 500)...is cutting through sidestreets and Angela should be home like in 5 minutes. When she leaned in for that 2nd whiff I could feel her breasts pushing in closer...and her saying something like"Yeah, this really smells good on you...you've got good taste. Who's the lucky girl?" My mind was racing...and she wasn't making it easy for me....she was just too close...I HAD TO GO FOR IT. I looked over to her and saw her looking at me with one of the most softest expressions....I leaned in and kissed her. She didn't pull back..she just fell into me and let whatever was going to happen take it's course. The hand that she had on my thigh was making it's way up to my dick...which she found with no problem at all. She gave me one of those long "Mmmmmmmmmm's" and started to stroke my dick through my slacks. I reached up to feel her breast and gave it a firm squeeze(it was all real...no boob job here...thumbs up). She purred out "Uhhh unnnnn"....took my hand off her breast and slid it up her skirt between her legs. She didn't have to do anymore...I got the hint. I moved her panty to the side with one finger and started to massage her clit with the other. I could feel the heat and the moisteness start to build up."Is this the address??" the driver asked. We jumped apart, she looked around and told the driver "Yeah, right here is fine". The driver must of got a sense of what was going on because he waited for her to step out and straighten herself up. " Well...uhh..you coming in?" she asked. She definitely didn't have to ask twice, I slid out of the car and followed her into the house. We didn't waste anytime...as soon as she turned the key in the door and closed it our tongues were locked exploring each others mouth with intensity. I pinned her to the door and reached up with one hand to get a breast out of her blouse...and my other hand reached up under to the back of her skirt so I could squeeze her firm tight ass and pull her closer to me. She was expertly moving one hand down to my zipper and managed to pull out my dick from confinement...which she now had in her hand stroking up and down in a very slow rhythm. It was driving me crazy...with each stroke I could feel a little bit pre-cum ooze out of my already rigid dick."Looks like somebody wants to play" she said, and before I could say anything, she got on her knees and put my dick in her mouth. I could almost feel my dick against the back of her throat...that's how far she was trying to swallow me. The sight of her almost made me want to cum. She would throw her raven black hair against my stomach each time she went down on me...and coming back up she would be sucking me slowly looking at me with those seductive greenish-gray eyes of hers...it was almost too much to bear. She led me to the couch in the living room and threw me on my back with my dick pointing straight in the air. I pulled her to me and managed to get both breasts out of her top...they were the size of cantaloupes...and the areolas were HUGE...it almost freaked me out..I got over that real quick when I squeezed them together and started to suck them in rotation. She decided to have a little fun with me...she got up...slid off her clothes(but left her panty on) while I took off mine. With her back facing me she did a little lap dance rubbing her pantied ass on my dick...leaning back slowly grinding it. I pulled her back to me, cupped her breasts with my forearm and slid my free hand down through her panties and started to rub her clit. She was so wet I could feel the sticky heat on my fingers..I brought it up to her mouth and she sucked my fingers. All of this teasing must have been getting to her too because she slid off of me,disappeared; and was back with a condom in hand. She slowly slid the condom over my rock hard cock, and slowly lowered herself taking me in inch by inch. Her pussy was so hot and wet that each time she slid down on me I would thrust my hip up to hers so I could plunge myself deeper and deeper inside her. She threw herself down on me harder and harder, and I was pumping away at her faster and faster. She leaned towards me and her nice soft tits crashed against my chest....I decided to reach up and and suck them. I could start to feel her quiver against me "Oooohhh, ooooh...I'm going to cum...I'm going to cum!!!!"...she crashed down on me while she orgasmed and put her fingernails into my chest. The sight of this dark haired, green eyed Italian seductress(many years older than me) biting her lower lip and still milking me with hot wet pussy was really doing it for me. I slowly felt the sensation of cum erupting from my balls starting to make its way upwards. I grabbed her ass and made a final plunge.."Oooohhh shiiiiit" I screamed out...realeasing what seemed to loads of cum into the condom. It took a minute before either one of us would move...I was still taking it all in. "I'll be right back" she whispered as she slowly slid off me. I watching her tight tan body bounce to the kitchen. She came back with a glass of water...I took a sip...she inched her body next to mine on the couch. "You ready to go again???"....dammm...this woman had stamina!!!! Angela was the first older woman I fucked and she gave me alot of "firsts" as a matter of fact(anal,titty fucking,bondage..she was kinkiness at it's finest). We eventually fizzled out, but the stuff I learned from her pretty much prepared me on how to deal with the other women I got with after her. Angela was the one that told me that"All women underneath are whores...at least they want to be fucked like whores...you just have to know how to bring it out of them." Which I definitely can attest to. Some of the raunchiest, kinkiest stunts I've pulled off are with women who I never expected to be willing. But my dear readers.."As you know, you grow"...things don't just happen overnight. I'll defintely be keeping you up to date with my exploits,musings, and general take on what Sex in the Good Ole' Rotten Apple holds for the Average Joe with a "working stiff"(pun intended...it couldn't be helped.lol). In the meantime...keep your minds in the gutters..you horny devils. Note from The Author: The Pictures used in this Blog are random pics from the Internet. Although I do have pics of my own...I choose not to publish them.