dick for a day.

    Oh my god.  Am I still dreaming?  All I know, is last night I went to bed thinking about it.  You know, what if?  I was watching a particularly arousing porn; a point of view shot of a girl giving fantastic head to a guy.  Not my usual pick, but there was something about it that triggered something in me.  Though I came, quite hard might I add; I couldn't get it out of my head.

    And this morning, I turn onto my back in my bed, and feel a fabulously full sensation between my legs.  I probably have to pee, it being first thing in the morning and all, but it's much more than that.  I'm still thinking about that girl on her knees in front of that guy's dick.  I recognize the signs of early morning arousal, but am awaken by the fact that I don't feel my usual lubricated lips tucked neatly between my legs, but something hard, like an elongated clit, standing straight out from me.  I open my eyes to see the sheets tented around my crotch.  I rub my eyes, shake the sleep from my head, and pull the blanket aside to reveal a magnificent cock!

    After a moment or so of absolute panic, I reach down to touch it, if only to see if it's real.  It being hard, you can imagine how it felt to be touched.  The instant pleasant sensation almost scares me, and I retract my hand.  I look at it, trying to understand what has happened to me, and in doing so, notice it's attractiveness. Its size alone, begs to be admired.  Not to mention its girth, thick veins, and full pouty head, almost like a pair of split lips.  I reach down again, and emulate they way I've seen men jerk themselves.  Unbelievable.  I've always wondered how the other half lives.  In the first hour, I fuck my hand, the couch cushions, and the mouth of a stuffed animal.

    Having satiated it for now, I take to the streets.  I notice my walk is more confident, my strides longer, my chest protruding.  My eyes drift to women.  Their breasts, legs, butts; but mostly, mouths. The massive thing stirs.  I could almost have forgotten about it, safely tucked away in my underwear, but I feel it move now, grow even.  Embarrassed that someone will see, and feeling the need to readjust, I bend slightly forward to give it room. I quickly turn down an alley, my face flushed, and I grow overwhelmed about my new apparatus.  What if I'm like this forever?  How will I get anything done?  I tuck it upward, it's head slightly peeking out at me.  The hole at the end practically speaks, telling me to find something to fuck.  Will I simply be a slave to it?

    Desperately needing to confide in someone, I call my friend Amy.  Not only is she a good friend of mine, but extremely open minded.  She tells me to come right over.

    I'm relieved to see Amy when she opens the door, but when she goes in for a hug, I back away.  "What's wrong?" She asks, confused.  
    "It's probably better if I just show you," I sheepishly inform her.  "Can we go up to your room?"  
    "Sure," she says warily.  "Are you pregnant?  Hurt? Is it your health?" She tries, as we climb the stairs.  Safe in her room, I confess.
    "No.  Something more confusing.  I want you to know that I had nothing to do with this. It just, sort of, happened."  And with that, I unzip my fly, and pull down my pants.  She gasps.  "I know what you're thinking.  No, I haven't always had it, and no, I didn't have a sex change.  I just woke up with it this morning ..."  She stays silent, just staring at it.  Then, the worst thing possible happens.  I start to get hard.  Her mouth drops even further.  
    "You mean, it works?!"  I can't help but crack a smile.  
    "Yes, very well, actually."  
    "You mean, you've tried it?!"  
    "We'll not with ..."  My words fails me.  I notice her sexy mouth, her skin, her tits.  I move to put it away, but she stops me.

    "What does it feel like?  Can you feel this?"  Amy grazes the shaft with the back of her hand.  I get embarrassed, and pull it away.  
    "Yes, of course I can!"  I say with a nervous laugh.  "Now, stop."  But she goads me further, grasping onto it.  
    "Tell me how it feels."  
    "Oohh.  Like an enormous clitoris."  She laughs, wickedly.  
    "Really?"  She slowly moves her hand up and down my throbbing cock.  It feels amazing to have someone else do it.  She sees me straining forward.  "What if you have this forever?"  
     "I know. I don't know what to do," I whine, half heartedly trying to pull away again.  Then, she smiles, devilishly.  
     "But, what if you only have it for one day?"  She jerks it a little faster, placing her other hand around the head, massaging it.  
    "You wouldn't believe how amazing that feels," I breathe.  She kneels, and I almost come at the thought of it.  Just the sight of her, looking up at me, a slight smile spreading across her face.  She continues to work it with her hands, but sticks out her tongue to touch the tip.  "I've never seen you like this," I remark, fascinated.  
     "Is it sexy?" She teases.  I moan in response, fighting to watch her, despite wanting to close my eyes in ecstasy.  She opens her mouth now, takes the tip in.  
     "Ohh my god.  It's like having your entire pussy in someone's mouth. The whole thing."  
    "And this?"  She moves her mouth up and down me, and I feel shaky in the knees.  
    "God.  I want to fuck you," I blurt out.  She laughs.
    "That good, eh?!"  "Sorry.  Yes, though," I say through a smile.  "Touch my tits," she says.  She takes off her shirt, the rest of her clothes.  
     "You're amazing," I say, stupidly.  I clumsily grasp them.  I love it.  I fucking love it.  I feel her entire body with my hands, my erection bobbing in front of me the whole time.  She lies back, and her lovely tits fall slightly to the side.  I lick her nipples, they stand out straight for me.  My cock nudges against her pussy, almost unbeknownst to me.  She wets the tip of my cock this way, and I feel myself get even more full at the thought of her pussy liking it.  
     "Do you like it?" I ask, double checking.  
     "Let's see," she responds, guiding me to her.  I go in slowly, aware of how I used to take a cock, but also so that I don't have a heart attack right here and now.  She moans, feels warm and welcoming, like I'm going home.  Like I belong in her, I fit perfectly.  I can feel her pussy all around me, and I feel the urge to be completely engulfed by her.  I would jump inside, if I could.  She moans, rhythmically, encouraging me to thrust into her.  Oh my god.  I could cry, it feels so good; I could die and be happy that I was inside Amy's beautiful fucking pussy, just this once.  I thought I would feel in control, powerful, on top of her, fucking her with my big dick, but I am all hers.  Without her, my dick is nothing; just a wanting, waiting chunk of flesh.  She is amazing, gorgeous, sexy; every move she makes, every sound that comes out of her mouth, is pure art.  Everyone needs to see her like this, to truly appreciate what a fucking incredible human being this woman is.  I want to paint her in the throws of ecstasy.

    Amy turns around, and the view of her ass is too much.  Despite liking the last position better on my cock, the sight of her juicy, perfect, round butt makes me come so hard, that I cry out her name.  It literally feels like a part of my body is exploding, disintegrating.  I crash down on the bed, beside her.  "Ohhhh myyyy gooood," I say into the pillow.  She laughs.  "Was that ok?" I slur.  
    "Everyone's first time is ...." She struggles to put it delicately, "...not the best."   I laugh, and she joins me, despite the jab.  I don't care; I feel so fucking good.  
    "I wasn't good?!  It was incredible for me. You're incredible."  I suddenly feel the need to sleep.  Hard.  
    "You nap," she tells me.  "You've had a long day."


    And when I wake up, it's gone.  I can't even tell for sure if I had it after we fucked.  

naughty masseuse.

     My friend, Natasha, recently recommended someone for me.

     I have to admit, I've never indulged in this sort of thing.  Massages, salons, spas; they've never appealed to me.  I've never had my hair professionally dyed, never had a manicure or pedicure, and have never been to any sort of retreat.  Maybe I'm just too cheap.  Or perhaps, I just don't rank myself terribly high on my priority list.  One thing I do know, is that I'm your typical martyr.  I get it from my mother.  I actually pride myself, on how I suffer through life.  And that simply just doesn't include things like getting your nails done on a regular basis.

     The thing was, my friend Natasha, got me a gift certificate for this place; perhaps, knowing that I would never go otherwise.  And since I'm not one to waste, I definitely knew I had to use it.  I'm not one to let gift certificates expire in my wallet.  She has been talking about it non-stop though, saying that he really give you a "special treatment".  I'm even kind of excited.
    
     The first thing that happens, is a lovely, slim lady takes me to a small room, and tells me to change into a robe and slippers.  "I'm Gloria.  Enjoy your treatment.  I'll see you again when you're finished."  There is a soothing rhythm playing from the iPod in the corner, some incense in the air, and a massage table in the centre.  A moment later, an attractive man politely knocks, and enters.  He introduces himself as Josh, and asks me to take the robe off my upper body, and lie face down on the table.  There is something relaxing about his voice, and presence.
     "So, Natasha recommended you?" he inquires.
     "Yes.  It's not my sort of thing, but it's all she talks about."
     "I see," he muses, heating up some oil on his hands.  "You would like a similar treatment, then?"
      "Whatever she gets," I smile.
      "Great," he responds, warmly.  "Let's see if it lives up to your expectations."

     He makes contact with my shoulders, and begins warming up the muscles.  "Wow.  You're very tense.  Just try to relax," he says, as he begins kneading my shoulders.  I can see why people get addicted to this.  It's already heavenly, and he's touched me for a total of thirty seconds.  He fondles my neck, my shoulder blades, down my spine, my lower back.  My butt.  "People hold so much tension in the buttocks," his hypnotic voice continues.  "Let me know if I'm going too hard."
     "It's perfect," I purr.  He drifts down my thighs, my calves, my feet.  "Oooohh," I groan.  "Amazing."  He laughs.
      "We're just getting started."

     He moves back up my body; I can hear him beside me.  "Now, I'm going to do something that may not feel comfortable at first, but trust me."
     "I'm sure it'll be great," I respond, melting into the table.  I'm so relaxed, I would let him do almost anything to me, at this point.  He oils up again, and puts his hands on my ass.  He kneads it for a while, like before, and I moan, in pleasure.
      "That's great," he tells me, "You're already relaxing so much already."  He then moves in between the cheeks, in circular motions, trying to relax the muscles.  "Is that alright?  There is so much tension here, that you don't even know about."
     "I'm still with you," I slur, a droplet of drool escaping my mouth.  It just keeps getting better, and better.
     "Now, really try to relax here. Ok?  Just enjoy it."

     Just then, he grazes my asshole.  Not that I don't trust him, but it surprises me, and I clench up.  "Ahh.  See?  That's what I'm talking about.  I'm going to touch you here again, ok?  Just relax it."  This time, I expect his touch, and am able to do as he says.  "That's great.  We're really going to work this tension out, ok?"  He puts a little pressure there this time, beginning to massage it in a circular motion.  "I want this nice and loose, when I'm done."  I feel the warm oil working it's magic already.  I completely relax my ass, and feel his finger dip in, ever so slightly, as he massages it.  Thinking that maybe it's by mistake, I ask, "Is that alright?"
    "Yes.  Great.  That's exactly what I want you to do."  I feel an extraordinarily erotic feeling, as he continues.  The pressure on my asshole feels so good, I want to relax it even more, show him what a good job I can do.  I feel my pussy moistening.  "Now, I'm going to touch just inside.  I need to massage the muscles there.  Just relax, like you've been doing."  It doesn't feel much different; just a wonderful pressure, a full feeling, like he is truly massaging the inside of my ass.  I feel the desire to open it for him, for him to go deeper.  I want more, and show him, with how much I'm opening it for him.  He notices.  "Wow, you're really doing great.  You're really opening up for me.  Let's see how loose we can get this."  He takes his oiled fingers, and works them in, massaging the walls of my ass in a circular motion, all the way.  I feel like I am gaping open, they way I am almost pushing against him to hold it open, to pull him deeper.  "We want this nice and loose, by the time I'm done, ok?"
       "Oohhh god," I moan.  Take me, take me, take me.  He corkscrews his fingers into me, turning them this way and that, his other hand holding my ass cheek apart.  I get off on the fact that he is watching me, as he do it.  He is seeing my asshole wide open, right now.  He is looking right at my loosened up asshole, and my dripping wet pussy.  I feel his other hand move from my ass cheek, to join the other, at my asshole.  It feels so full and open, but he wants more.  I feel his free hand, trying to massage the outside of my asshole.  One more finger trying to get inside.
       "Let's see how relaxed we can get this," he says, as he manages to slip the tip of one of his fingers just past the opening.  Then, I feel him pull.  He is slowly prying me apart.  I picture my asshole gaping wide as he does this, and I suddenly want him to spit inside.  I want him to spit in the open cavern of his dirty whore's ass.  My dirty, loose, gaping asshole.
       "Oh god, oh god.  Fuuuckkk!!"  I let out, wildly; desperately, coming.

     He pulls my robe back up over my shoulders, and puts his hand on my back.  "Gloria gives a wonderful sponge bath.  See you soon," he whispers.  The door creaks, perhaps Gloria re-entering; but I am already fast asleep on the massage table.

     How embarrassing.                            

the giver.

     In bed, my lover is an absolute giver.

     Most women would be ecstatic about this.  However, it's almost to a fault.  He can't come unless he is pleasing me in some way; be it making me come with his cock, sitting on his face with he jerks off, or in a sixty nine position.  Not once, has he came in my mouth from a regular blowjob (and believe me, my blowjobs are anything but regular).  It was great at first, as you can imagine.  All the head, breast play, and massages a girl could ask for!  But sometimes, I just want to get fucked.  Selfishly, greedily, fucked.

     He walks in the door, with a sweet, open smile on his face.  He embraces me, telling me how happy he is to see me.  He has no idea; I want him to fuck me so hard and lustily, that I'm screaming in ecstasy.  I wrap my lips around his mouth, and give him my tougue.  He immediately responds, pulling me close.  I help him with his coat, our lips locked, and I walk him backwards to the bedroom.  We moan, enjoying each other's mouths, starting on each other's clothes.  I lift my arms, and he removes my shirt, wanting very badly to kiss my breasts, but I don't let him.  I pull his face back up to mine, unbuttoning his pants, and feeling his erection, as they drop to the floor.  I kiss him deeply, as I reach under his boxers, and begin to stroke his cock.  It's size surprises me, every time.  I relish holding it in my hand, squeezing it for all that it's worth.  I can feel him smiling, as we kiss.  He dips me onto the bed, and I lay back, feeling my big man on top of me.  I love him on top; I love to feel his size, his power.  I'm his; I'm his servant, his slave. I would do anything for him, and I tell him so.
    "What do you want, baby? Anything you want." Through kisses, he responds.
    "I want to make you come, baby."  But, I flip him over.
    "I know that, my love.  But, I'm going to please you, tonight."  Already protesting, he soothes,
    "You don't have to do that."
    "Yes I do," I say with a raised eyebrow. "And you have to, too."

     "Think of it as pleasing me, if you need to," I continue.  "I want you to do this for me, ok?"  I kiss his bare, beautiful chest.  He moans in confirmation, and I get to work.  He cock is pure magic, as it levitates before me.  I greedily take it into my hands, letting one grip the shaft, and the other squeeze the tip, in one fluid motion.   I venture a small lick, at the very tip, each time I do it.  After he seems to be lost in it, I add a little more.  I slacken my lips now, planting a sort of wet kiss on the top of his cock, even time I stroke it.  He purrs, and I feel him straining forward a bit each time, to meet my mouth.  I want to tease him; I want him to really crave it.  I want him to do this for himself, you see, for his own pleasure. Not because I want him to. It may seem silly to ask a man to actually enjoy a blowjob, but this has to be this way, with him.

     I let go of his dick, with one of my hands, only to guide his, to the back of my head.  "Put your hands in my hair, baby.  It's so sexy for me. I want you to, ok?"  He resists, instead trying to cup my breasts, but I lead him back.  He begins to understand that I'm a woman on a mission, and does as he's told.  I open my mouth a little, now, and apply a little suction; just on the tip.  His hands play with my hair, holding it back for me, more than applying any pressure.  I let the end of his cock part my lips, again and again.  I feel myself getting extraordinarily wet.  I can't believe he's letting me do this to him.  After a while of this movement, I see him again, straining slightly forward, each time I put his cock near my mouth.  I let it venture deeper; the whole thing this time.  Or, as much as I can fit.  I release my jaw, letting him slide beyond my lips, into my warm, wet, wanting, mouth.  He lets out a gasp, and continues to do so, until he gets used to the feeling.  "Oh yeah," he even says, under his breath.  My pussy is absolutely flooded with moisture.  The feeling of him, so full, in my mouth, is almost enough to make me come.  I blow him deeply, his hands in my hair, but I want more. I work up, getting him close to coming, I hold my face away for a moment longer than the motion dictates, with the desired result.  He grips onto the back of my head, and thrusts into my mouth.  I let out a loud, celebratory moan.  He only gets to fuck my face like this a couple more times, before he gives me his hot load, deep in my throat.

     I roll off, beside him, gasping.  "Fuck, yeah!"  And he doesn't look too upset, either.
    "Wow, baby," he remarks.  After a couple minutes of recovery, he asks, "Now, can I get you off?"        
    "Yes, baby," I say with a smile,  "Now you can get me off."