Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Janelle, Back to Marsha, here comes Becky

My trip to the mountains wasn't anything like I had imagined it would be.  On the drive up I had only hoped to get away from the pressure for a few days.  When Janelle recognized me I didn't know it was the beginning of a diverting, sexually-charged, long weekend.

But even a long weekend comes to an end.  Our final night together didn't call for anything exotic. Instead we went with low, slow, intense, and loving.  That worked pretty well.

On the drive back down out of the blue mountains I tried to make sense of it.

I never did.  Still haven't.

Janelle and I got together two more times in her mountain town last year.  The second time I felt a distance.  I could tell she'd found someone else to play with-- I was right.  We stay in touch but I haven't seen her since.  Who knows what will happen?


When I went off on this tangent many months ago I broke away from telling the story of my time with Marsha way back in the late 70s.  There wasn't much more to tell.  I'll preface this last bit about her by saying I hold no animus towards Marsha.  I wasn't angry with her then and I have only fond memories of her today.  So, here's how that all ended...

To get back up to speed, Marsha was a student at the broadcasting school and I was doing overnights on a big station in the market and working a few hours a week at the school. The Program Director at my station had been assigning me more and more spots-- radio commercials-- to voice. Someone else would write the copy but I'd do the voice work and production.  I was cool with it even though they didn't bump my pay much.  After all, it made my voice recognizable in all day parts on the station and I figured that wouldn't hurt my career.

So, one day they had a spot, as I recall it was for a heating and air conditioning company, and they needed a female voice to play the part of my character's wife.  I suggested Marsha for it. I thought she would be good because I'd worked with her in the studio at the school and knew she could perform in a soft voice with a slight Southern feel that was warm without being overtly sexy. She was delirious with excitement just for the chance.

My boss allowed me to cut it in the production studio after hours with Marsha on spec and leave it for his approval. If approved the station would pay her a talent fee.  No promise was made beyond that, but we both thought that if we did well she could get more work in town for radio ads or, maybe, we would do more spots for the client as a team.  (I wasn't allowed by contract to cut ads that only aired on other stations.)  If I had been doing the ad by myself I could have knocked it out in less than 30 minutes but together we spent over 2 hours getting it just right.  The key was making it sound like the natural conversation of two young married people not two people reading copy.

When we finished our work we went out for something to eat before I had to go back to the station for my shift.  Marsha was giddy with the rush of cutting a spot that might be heard by tens of thousands of people.  I cautioned her that the client still needed to approve our spot and she acknowledged as much but her excitement wouldn't be tamped down.  It was fun seeing her reaction to the work we had done.  And she was determined to show me her appreciation for the opportunity. That amounted to a hand job in a shopping center parking lot.  I remember her wiping my cum off the back of her hand with a Wendy's napkin--  I truly was Captain Romance.  I hoped that was just a warm up act for what would surely come my way the next time I got her up to my apartment.

As for the ad, the PD loved it.  The sales manager and sales rep loved it.  And, most importantly, the client OK'd it. And it went on the air.  I told Marsha when it would first run and she and her mom listened to the station that afternoon and were, reportedly, ecstatic when they heard it.  Since our ad had run Marsha was owed her talent fee of $25 -- about $100 in today's money. Rather than giving me the check our PD asked for me to have Marsha call his office to arrange a time to come pick up her payment.  Nobody in station management had even met her so it made sense someone should meet her, especially since the client and station were both getting a positive reaction to the ad.

Marsha was nervous about going in to see the Program Director.  I told her not to worry, he might just leave the check with his secretary, don't overthink it, besides he's friendly.  To which she replied, "What am I going to wear?"

She went to the station on a mid-week morning.  Since I worked overnights I didn't get up until 2 or 3 in the afternoon.  Marsha knew that and wouldn't normally call my apartment until 4 or so if she needed to talk to me.  Around 3PM my phone rang.  I figured it was Marsha, excited about her check. It was the station Program Director instead.

"Wilson," he said.
"Oh, hey, what's up Russ?"
"That chick, Marsha, came by for her check this morning."
"Oh, cool, good," I said.
"Yeah, I talked to her for a few minutes.  What's her story?"
"Well, um, you mean her background?"
Russ grunted an affirmitive sound.
"Well, her dad owns a construction business down in ________, they're pretty well off, she graduated from college last year and then decided to go to the broadcasting school here, she thinks she wants to work in TV or radio, I know her fairly well from over there..."

"You nailin' that?"
"Uh, wellll, we've gone out a few times..."
"Yeah. That's what I thought.  Smart guy, I applaud you. If you had brought her in here first I wouldn't have let you cut the spot with her.  I would've figured you were just trying to get in her pants. Can't blame you there, pal, poised, well-spoken, and very pretty too. Dresses like she's got dough.  But, hell, she did a decent job on the spot.  We may have you two do more ads together for those guys."
"Oh, hey, that would be great," I said.
"Don't worry Wil. I won't put her on payroll. Ya won't have to worry about our rules against swimming in the company pool," Russ the PD said.
I mustered a slight chuckle.

"Oh, one other thing about her.  I'm thinking of telling Stan on the TV side about her. He'd probably want to do a video test on her.  Ya know, have her read some copy, do some ad lib like a reporter on the scene sorta thing.  You don't mind do you?"
I paused for a second before responding which I'm sure Russ noted.
"No, of course not. That makes sense."
"Cool.  Ya know, a face and rack like that should be on TV not radio," Russ said.
I made some sort of noise that probably sounded like a faint chuckle to him.
"Hey, one last thing Wilson.  I'm moving you to mid-days, 10-2 next week.  Do NOT tell anybody! Jim doesn't know he's out yet.  So, keep it between us. OK?"
"Sure, oh, and thanks," I said.
"Hey, don't even tell that sweet piece about it, you dog."

My mind was spinning.  I was happy to be moving to mid-days but sad that Jim was gettin' fired.
I realized I didn't even know if I was getting a raise.  And then, what about Marsha?  Russ was a lech but harmless. Stan, on the other hand, was not harmless.  Which, it dawned on me, was why Russ had asked if it was OK with me.  What was I going to say?  I'm not her manager.

The phone rang again. Still not Marsha.  It was a friend from the sales crew at the station.  He was barely speaking loud enough to hear, "Hey, Wil, Congrats!"  He sounded likee we were part of a conspiracy.  "About what, Mike?"
"Like you don't know!"
"I'm pretty sure I don't," I said.
"Well, I have sources in the building that tell me you. my friend, are moving to mid-days next week."
"That's crazy! Jim's last book was good."
"Not good enough.  You'll be in that hot seat talking to the housewives for four hours soon, Willie," Mike said.
"I doubt it."
"You'll see.  Hey, that spot where the doll asks you to get a new air conditioner for your love nest. That's good.  Why don't you do hot work like that for my clients?"
"You complaining Mike?  Have Jim cut your shit."
"Ha, good one!  You know!  I know you know!  Hey, was the doll from those spots in the building this morning?"
"She was supposed to go in and get her pay for that job today, yes, but I don't know if she did," I said.
"Dorothy Hamill with big knockers and a sweet ass?"
"Crude, but that's about right," I said.
"Yeah, I saw her leaving when I was coming in around 10. Tight dress and heels to the sky.  Believe me, I'll be thinking of her tonight, know what I mean?"
"Yeah. Thanks for the unconfirmed rumors, Mike.  You need to get your nose out of the stroke mags and find a nice girl to date."
"Hey, like Kojak says, 'Who loves ya baby!'"
I hung up as he cackled.

Two weeks later I was doing mid-days on the radio side and Marsha was working in the promotion department and doing weekend on-camera reporting on the TV side.  The rumor around the building was that she was "dating" Stan.  All I knew for sure is that she wasn't dating me any more.

A couple months later she was the new weather girl on the 6PM news.
Later, when I moved out of the market, I lost track of the career of Marsha H.

Luckily, right after I started doing the mid-day trick I ran into Becky, a new student at the school.



Saturday, July 15, 2017

Janelle Bends Over

Janelle, on her knees, with her hands bound behind her, blindfolded, had no way to control my cock.

I fed it to her.  Then took it away.

I tilted her head back and straddled her face and she tongued me from asshole to cock tip slobbering all over my balls on the way.

I buried it back in her mouth and she took the whole length until her chin was up to my nuts and her eyes were watering.

She was bound, blindfolded, on her knees and saying she'd never felt more free.

And alive.

And filthy.

And happy.


I didn't want to cum on her.

I wanted to cum in her.

I helped her to her feet and took her into the bedroom.

I piled the pillows near the edge of the bed where she stood and pushed her from behind telling her to bend over.

I entered her slick pussy through the crotch opening in the bodystocking.  After a few thrusts the edge of the material moved and it felt like I'd gotten a rope burn on my dick.

I pulled out, grabbed the bodystocking at the open crotch and tore it apart.  When I was done it no longer covered her beautiful round ass.

I drove back into her hard.

I came deep in Janelle.

Saturday, June 24, 2017


I turned off the TV and got up from the chair.  As I walked towards the now-opening bedroom door Janelle entered the living room.  Although the light was dim in the suite I could see her well.  I breathed in her perfume as we neared one another.  My heart started to race again.

She was wearing a black textured body stocking with black pumps.  She had a jacket on, black, cut longer than a blazer it nearly covered her ass. The front styling of the jacket was a deep vee, the lapels falling across her full breasts which were covered only by the bodystocking.  The only jewelry she had on was a silver bracelet and silver stud earrings.  Her eyes were made up far more than usual. The effect was tremendous in the low light.  Her lipstick, just as the night before, was dark.

I was intoxicated.  She did a slow turn. When she had her back to me she pulled the jacket up over her round ass.  She bent slowly forward then straightened up, let the jacket drape normally again, and turned back to face me.  I was speechless.

"Is this OK?"
All I could do was smile.
"Should I put on some music?"
I nodded and she went over to the table and in a minute or so the suite was filled with some of her hypnotizing electronica.

She walked back towards me in time with the beat.  One foot in front of the other working it like a model on the runway-- or a stripper on stage on amateur night more likely.
We kissed.
For a while.
I stiffened.
She sensed it and ran her hand down slowly and found it.  She smiled.  "I've wanted that all day," she said.

"Tell me, did you pack any scarves in that trunk?"
"A couple, I think."
"Go get all that you brought."

I watched her walk into the bedroom, her ass like the proverbial bag full of bobcats.

She came back out with three silky, colorful scarves.  I looked them over in the dim light and then dropped them on the couch and went back to kissing her.

As things heated up I helped her slip off her jacket.  Then I took her bracelet off and placed it on the stand where the TV stood.  She looked spectacular in that bodysuit and heels.  I put my lips next to her left ear and said softly, "Put your hands behind your back with your palms together."
She did so without a word.
I moved behind her and picked up one scarf and wrappped her wrists together tightly before knotting the scarf.  "Your circulation should be fine tied that way," I said, "Hold your arms as far away from your body as you can." I bounced both of her ass cheeks a few times with my right hand before stepping back in front of her. "You can drop your arms back down. Can you get your arms free?" She shook her head.  I pinched both of her nipples through the sheer fabric of the bodystocking.  Then bounced her tits a few times with my hands.  I slapped them gently from each side several times.
"You look good Nelle.  Still feel good?"
"I feel great Mr. Wilson," Janelle said.

I pulled the cushion off the chair and put it on the floor in front of her.  Because she was bound at the wrists I helped her to her knees. She sat back a bit and I instructed her to straighten up so that her shoulders, hips, and knees were in line. She did so.

I stood back and took in the view, the trance music heightening the experience.  I stepped back to her and reached down to make sure the open crotch of her lingerie was framing her snatch.  I adjusted it and felt her moistness. I slid three fingers all around her wet pussy.  I bent down so we were face to face and put my fingers to my mouth, touched my tongue to my lower lip, and said, "You taste great too, Nelle." She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out slightly and I fed her some of her own juice.  She ran her tongue all around my fingers and then started to suck on them.  I pulled them from her hungry little mouth.

I stepped over and picked up another scarf.  I prepared it as a blindfold while standing behind her and when I put it over her eyes she gasped slightly.  I tied it firmly and then tested her, seeing if she'd flinch when I threw a hand towards her face.  Nothing.  I stepped away from her and took a drink from a rocks glass of bourbon I had been drinking when she had come out of the bedroom.  I leaned back, relaxed, breathed a bit to get my heartrate under control and just watched her.  She looked good kneeling in her come-fuck-me-pumps and black body stocking.
Bound at the wrists.
She began to sit back on her heels.
"Straighten up, doll."
And so she did.

I moved to the other side of the suite as quietly as possible.  When I said something to her about her music she jumped slightly.  She didn't know where I was in the room.  Between the blindfold and the music masking the sound of my movements some of her senses were impaired.

I stepped back over to her quietly and got on the other side of her from where she had last heard me speak.  I unbuckled my belt close to her right her so she could hear it.  I unbuttoned my pants and then, right next to her ear I quickly unzipped my pants.  She smiled and put the tip of her tongue on her lower lip.  Then I stepped away from her and watched her as I took my clothes off as quietly as I could.  She frowned slightly and said,  "Where are you?"  She got no answer from me.

I stood in front of her although she didn't know I was there.  Looking at her and stroking my cock it wasn't difficult to get good and hard again.  I stepped up to her and put my right hand on her cheek. She turned slightly into it. "Good girl," I said as I slapped her other cheek firmly with my cock.  She turned her head that way and opened her mouth.  I bounced the head of my dick off her full lower lip.
She tilted her head back slightly and opened her mouth wide.  I slid my cock in slowly but then she pushed her head forward trying to take it all in one stroke.  She choked, and I pulled back out. "The pretty girl is in such a hurry," I said.

And she went right back down on it.  Blindfolded, bound, and swallowing cock as fast as she could.

Friday, June 23, 2017

Sunday Brunch & Beyond

Janelle and I walked several blocks from the hotel to a restaurant for brunch on Sunday morning. We left the hotel about an hour and a half after I was ready to go.  I spent the time waiting for her to get ready drinking hotel room coffee and watching an old movie on TCM.  It was no great hardship. I like watching movies made in the 30s and 40s more than the current crop of films.  It's like time travel. The coffee, however, could have been better.

On the way to the restaurant I marveled at how a woman could take so much time getting ready yet look so natural as a result.  I mean that as a compliment.  Janelle looked squeaky clean, fresh, and glowing-- not overly made up.

The restaurant was a place that specialized in breakfast all day and had a name with an egg joke imbedded in it.  They were busy but we didn't have to wait long to be seated.  I had bacon, eggs, and grits. And good coffee.  I'm wary of grits in places that aren't mom & pop restaurants but their grits were done right, slow cooked and good with cheddar, real butter and ground black pepper.  Janelle had an omellette and coffee.  As we left we agreed that we wouldn't need much else to eat all day.

As we got closer to the hotel on our walk back we stopped at this small greenspace-- not a full-blown park, just an area with shaded benches where you can watch people out and about in the shopping village.  We talked about a few things, still getting to know one another, when Janelle started a people watching game.  She spotted a couple walking, well out of earshot, and said, "I say he enjoys it when she does it cowgirl but she'd really rather take it doggystyle. What do you think?"

I looked at Janelle, wondering if she was crazy.  Then I looked at the 20-something couple.  "I disagree.  He's afraid to try anything but missionary and she's frustrated because her last boyfriend always did her from behind. She misses him terribly."

"Either way, they need to communicate more," Janelle said.  Then she spotted a couple in their 50s and said to me, "You start this time."

This went on for about three more rounds and was mildly amusing.  Then I said to Janelle, "What if someone was watching us sitting here and played this silly game on us?  What would they say?"

She looked at me for a second.  "First, they'd think it was pretty unlikely that a sweet young woman like me would have a sexual relationship with such a curmudgeonly old man.  But, if forced to come up with something, they'd say that I enjoy everything of a sexual nature while you are just grateful for some attention."

After a moment I said, "Well, they'd be right about me but would they be right about you?"
"Pretty much," she said.
"So, there's nothing you prefer over everything else?"
Janelle waited until two guys had walked past us a few steps.
"Well, since you're so persistent, I really enjoy being on my knees, fingering my pussy, while gagging on cock."
"Sweetheart, this sure is your lucky weekend. Too bad for you I'm so old."
She snorted.
"By the way, young lady, those guys heard you."


We went into the city for the afternoon. We visited lots of galleries and little shops that Janelle likes. She bought a few things for herself and I bought her a watercolor she liked.  We got back to the hotel around 6 PM and after hanging around the suite for an hour or so we went out to get a light meal.  We were back in the suite by 8 o'clock.  Frankly, the whole day had been like one of those Cialis ads where they urge guys to take a pill every day because you never know when the time will be right to fuck.  The more time I spent with Janelle the more attractive she was to me.

"I brought all this stuff to wear," she said, "and last night you didn't let me wear anything but my shoes."
"They were nice shoes," I said.
"Still, I wanna dress up..."

I told her that if she let me get cleaned up first she could spend as long as she wanted getting ready for the evening.  So, about twenty minutes later, there I was watching an old movie again while she was in the bedroom / bathroom side of the suite getting ready.  I actually could feel my heartbeat the longer I waited for her.  I did some deep breathing techniques to get my heart back under control.

It was just after 9 PM when the bedroom door opened slightly, "Mr. Wilson?"
"Yes, Nelle?"
"I think I'm ready, can you turn the TV off?"

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Takin' It Hard

After just a few minutes I knew I was going to blow my load way too soon.  Thinking that would be a sub-optimal outcome, I pulled out of Janelle's mouth and started to walk past her.  I ran the fingers of my left hand down her spine as I went by.  She sat back on her heels, still perched on the ottoman.

"Why are we stopping?"
"We're not.  We're just getting started," I said.
She frowned.
"But I was having fun."
"You weren't going to have fun for very long though, 'Nelle.  You're too damn good at that."
I patted her lightly on the left ass cheek.
"Get that sweet stuff back up in the air.  Just like you were-- and get your knees as far apart as you can without slipping off that thing."

She got back up on her hands and knees and widened out her stance as much as possible.  I stood behind her, put my right hand, palm down, between her legs and I slipped my middle finger into her pussy.  She was seriously wet.

"Fuucckk, babydoll," I said quietly.
"Hey, I got off having your cock in my mouth.  I told you..."

I wasted no time getting a second finger into her and started working that hole-- twisting my hand as I moved in and out of her. She pushed back against every move, forcing my fingers deeper into her.

"I found something for you this afternoon," I said, "don't move."  I went into the bathroom and got the lube I bought at the drugstore.

She stayed right where she was on all fours on the ottoman.  I wasn't gone fifteen seconds. I was surprised at how watery the lube was, not a gel at all, but a liquid.  I put some on my index and middle fingers and began to work it into her.

"Does that feel warm?"
"A little... maybe..." she said.
Then, just a few moments later, "Oh, there it is, oh yeah, it's definitely warming up... nice... I like that, Wil..."

I had two fingers in her again and was working her pussy harder now.  After a few minutes Janelle moaned, "You've gotta put that dick in me baby... c'mon... do me... put that big cock in my pussy... fuck me baby..."

I had been rock hard when she was sucking me off but now I was only semi-stiff. However, it was firm enough to slip the head in and start working her.  Between her tight but slippery snatch and the warming liquid covering my cock I stiffened quickly and as I grew and hardened I started to ride her round ass good and hard.

As the pace picked up Janelle dropped her head down to the ottoman and stretched her arms out in front of her and just fuckin' moaned.  She arched her back and kept her ass up high.  When she got into that position I slam fucked her until we were making a helluva racket.  She got very vocal, demanding that hard cock, screaming for it.  Her talk made me drive harder and deeper and I spanked her big, beautiful ass hard as I rammed her.

I finally buried my load deep into her hot slit. When I pulled out of her wet cunt I could see her white ass was darker where I smacked her.  Even in the low light in the living room of the suite it was clear she had gotten her fine ass spanked hard. Janelle had started out with nothing on but jewelry and shoes.  Somewhere along the way, I had no idea when, her shoes had fallen off.

Freshly fucked and ass-smacked, she rolled over onto her side, still lying across the ottoman. I walked into the bathroom and washed my cock off.  I figured it would be good to get that hot lube off my dick before she put it back in her mouth.

When I walked back into the room she groaned, "Damn, baby, you're a nasty fucker..." Then she laughed a bit.  I went over to her and rolled her onto her back on the ottoman.

"Put your fuckin' legs in the air and spread 'em apart."
She hesitated a second.
"Do it," I said.
She did.

With my left hand I split her pussy lips apart. I slid the middle finger of my right hand right back into her cunt.  I pumped in and out of her a few times and she tried to inch away on her back.  I pulled my finger out of her and stretched across her with my arm.

"Open your mouth, you hot little bitch" I said.
When she did I stabbed the sticky wet finger right into her mouth.
"Clean that up, slut.  It's cum and pussy juice, just for you."
She sucked on my finger.

"You wanna get fucked some more this weekend you dirty, cock-sucking, cumslut?"
"Yes, please,"  Janelle said.