Wicked Wednesday: The Barter System

She meets me in the alley behind the restaurant.  The smell of grease and exhaust from the cars idling nearby hang heavy in the air.  We don’t exchange conversation or even greetings.  By now, she knows the drill. 

She drops slowly to her knees, using the heel of her hand to rub me through my pants.  But I don’t have time for that.  I need to get back inside before my break is over so I unbutton and unzip, and she fishes out my cock.  It’s already hard and her lips wrap around the head, making it even harder.
She sucks me deeply, taking me all the way to the back of her throat.  She holds my cock there for a few seconds before she comes back up for air.  She does it one more time before I begin to rock on my heels, slowly fucking her mouth.  She takes the hint and sucks faster.
While it’s happening, I imagine that she’s my co-worker Sonia.  Sonia is a lot hotter than she is.  Sonia works the night shift and I hardly ever get to see her.  One of these days I’m going to ask her out.  For now, though, just imagining Sonia’s full ruby lips sliding up and down my cock will do the trick.
It does the trick very well, in fact.  Just another moment and I’m there.  I tell her I’m ready, and she takes her mouth away.  Instead she opens her top and I stroke myself the rest of the way, cumming all over those great big tits of hers.  She never swallows.  Maybe one day she’ll let me cum in her face.
“Towel,” she says.  I take the dishrag out of my back pocket and she snatches it away.  While she’s mopping up my cum I put my cock back in my pants and zip up.  I lift her back up to her feet because I’m a gentleman.
My break is over.  I tell her to go around to the main entrance and I’ll hook her up.  Her order never changes:  Big Mac, no pickles.  Large fries.  Medium Diet Coke. 
Just another day at McDonalds!

This week’s prompt:  #arch

Retro HNT: Camisole and Panties

“Camisole and Panties”, posted August 11, 2010

In 2010, we posted fifty-two consecutive weeks of pictures at OHNT.  We’re posting them on our blog, one per week.  They can be found here, along with background information and all the comments they received.

TMI Tuesday: July 10, 2012 – Blankety Blank

 

Complete the sentences by filling in the blanks.

Jack’s Answers
1. I could spend all day _______  but couldn’t stand five minutes  _______ .
fucking; watching reality TV.  Does that work?  Are the two answers supposed to be more related, along the lines of “cooking; washing dishes”?  While it is technically true that I hate washing dishes by hand – hell, I’m not crazy about pre-rinsing them and putting them into the dishwasher – the first thing that came to mind when I read the questions was fucking (or masturbating, having oral sex, etc.) and watching reality TV.
2. I would love to have a robot in my house to do _______  because no one else ever does.
I don’t know how to answer this.  There really isn’t anything that doesn’t get done.  Cooking, cleaning, laundry, and other household chores all get done, and presumably once our daughter is able to understand that room, board, and meals don’t come free, she will contribute as well.  However, if the question had been about chores we simply don’t want to do, or could use some help with, we’d have much to say.

Can this guy write blog posts for us? I feel like we’re not posting enough.
3. The older I get the more _______  I get.*
socially liberal, especially when it comes to LGBT issues.  Not trying to toot my own horn or anything, but I’ve always been pretty progressive and never understood why anyone would bully, persecute, or attack another human being because of who they love or who they fuck.  But in my younger days I was unable to see the importance of the overall issue.  Today, though, as a thirty-five-year-old man, I have dozens of friends who so identify, and who are denied basic rights because of who they are.  Beyond that, I can see clearly that there is a very fine line between discrimination against LGBT individuals and those who have recreational sex.  Fundamentalists hate us both.  
4. I want to  _______  when I _______  .
have sex; am not having sex.  I have the attention span of an awkward eleven-year-old who is just discovering girls.  Whatever I happen to be doing, I would rather be fucking, or doing something else in the sexual spectrum.  Waiting in line at the DMV?  I’d rather be fucking.  Sitting down to Sunday dinner with Jill’s family?  I’d rather be fucking.  Flying first class to an all-expenses-paid resort vacation?  I’d rather be fucking.  Changing my daughter’s diaper?  I’d rather be fucking.  Celebrating my birthday with all of my closest friends and family, with the promise of fucking afterwards?  I’d rather be fucking.  Taking communion?  I’d rather be fucking.  Falling asleep after fucking?  I’d rather be fucking.
5. My appetite for _______ can never be satisfied.
sex (obviously).  If you have to ask, then I have failed as a blogger, especially after my answer to #4, which I’m pretty sure I wrote in English.  I’m getting a decided Cool Hand Luke “failure to communicate” vibe off of you people.  
Bonus: If I were a hoarder, I would hoard _______ .
Adorable soft bunnies.

Yeah, that was bullshit.

Jill’s Answers

1. I could spend all day _______  but couldn’t stand five minutes  _______ .
getting a massage; around narrow-minded, prejudiced people.

2. I would love to have a robot in my house to do _______  because no one else ever does.
the laundry, sweeping, and vacuuming.  These are the three chores that I always seem to get stuck doing for some reason, and I hate all of them.  Jack needs to realize that all those blowjobs he’s been getting aren’t free.

I hope he’s been saving his allowance.

3. The older I get the more _______  I get.*
unconcerned about other people’s opinions about me.  When I was younger, I was embarrassed to act the way I wanted to.  I was so hung up on living up to other people’s expectations that I didn’t think I could be silly and for lack of a better word carefree.  I might let go a  little bit in my classroom because I was working with children, but there was a huge difference between the way I behaved in a classroom and the way I behaved the second class was over.  As I’ve gotten older I find that I have far less time to give the smallest shit about what anyone thinks of how I live my life, and having a baby has facilitated these feelings.  I can’t tell you how many times I’ve walked into important meetings and other serious social functions with stickers stuck surreptitiously to my clothing.  To some extent this attitude has extended to my sex life as well, though I can admit to being a bit concerned about how I’m perceived sexually due to the sensitive nature of my job.

4. I want to  _______  when I _______  .
have an orgasm; have sex.  It doesn’t have to be during penetration, though I don’t complain when it is.  I just want to make sure that my needs aren’t forgotten about.  Fortunately with Jack it isn’t an issue.

5. My appetite for _______ can never be satisfied.
potatoes.  And by potatoes I mean sex.  But I also mean potatoes.

That is one sexy potato.

Bonus: If I were a hoarder, I would hoard _______ .
thousand dollar bills and private jets.  I would also hoard tropical islands with mansions and sexy, well-hung cabana boys with washboard abs.  And gold.  I would hoard gold in a series of underground gold mines under each of the islands.

How to play TMI Tuesday: Copy the above TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below, on this blog post, so we’ll all know where to read your responses. Please don’t forget to link to tmituesdayblog from your website!

*This question is worded differently in the published version of this week’s TMI Tuesday.  We worked off of a preliminary list of questions.

Oral Sex: How to Get More Out of It

It’s no secret that I love to suck Jack’s cock!  Being so up close and personal with it can be a very intimate thing.  I love hearing his breathing change in response.  I love feeling him tense up as his arousal builds.  And I love tasting him when he explodes for me.  If fucking didn’t feel as good as it does, I might be content to make Jack cum exclusively by mouth forever.  And it’s not just Jack.  Were the opportunity to present itself I would be interested in finding out whether another guy was as susceptible to my mouth magic as my husband is.
So obviously I am good at giving oral sex.  The question is, am I any good at receiving it?  It has honestly never occurred to me to ask such a question.  But I recently came across an article on SexIs, the online magazine of adult retailer EdenFantasys that talks about womens’ reluctance to enjoy, or even to engage in, cunnilingus.  As someone who has always enjoyed it, I find it distressing to consider that a multitude of psychological barriers and social issues might prevent women from getting as much pleasure out of it than they could otherwise.
The first such barrier cited by the article is concern over taste and smell.  The author suggests washing daily, which actually sounds like common sense to me.  The deeper issue is the stigma that surrounds human sexuality, at least in the United States.  Women’s health is almost totally disregarded.  We are not taught hygiene in public schools, or if we are the knowledge is insufficient.  Meanwhile parents may be embarrassed, ill-prepared, or simply unable to bring up such a subject with their daughters at home.  This inability is, again, due to the stigma surrounding sex.

Another barrier is lack of comfort with one’s physical appearance, specifically one’s vulva.  While I can’t speak for the rest of the world, in the United States young women are taught to strive for an unrealistic, often unattainable physical ideal.  Those who deviate from this ideal are marginalized, shunned, and even insulted for not living up to the standard.  With such unfair emphasis placed on physical beauty, is it any wonder that young women suffer from nearly-crippling self-consciousness?  The author of this article advises women to “see the beauty” of their vulvae, and presumably the rest of their bodies as well.  This is excellent advice.
Another block mentioned in the article is the fact that some women don’t feel entitled to the attention that comes from oral sex.  I personally can’t fathom this.  The attention feels great!  Saying that you aren’t entitled to oral sex is like saying that you aren’t entitled to ice cream.  Everyone deserves some delicious ice cream once in awhile, and I think everyone deserves oral sex too.  The author points out that many of the women who claim a lack of entitlement do not hesitate to give their partners oral sex, and ensuring that they receive pleasure from it.  Though I am largely unfamiliar with the D/s dynamic, this attitude sounds very submissive to me.
That brings me to the next point made in the article.  Submissive women may abstain from receiving cunnilingus if they feel it to be a dominant act that runs counter to their inclinations.  While it’s true that for some, receiving oral sex is a dominant act and giving oral sex is a submissive act, this is not always the case.  As the author mentions, there are ways of tailoring cunnilingus so that the recipient is in a submissive position.  I do enjoy the submissive aspect of sucking cock.  But sometimes when I go down on Jack, even when I am on my knees and he’s got a handful of my hair, it can be extremely empowering, even dominant, to know that I am the one who’s turning him on so much.  As the author states, “Being a sub does not mean you have to forfeit your sexual pleasure for your partner.”
For those who simply can’t relax enough to enjoy oral sex, I would recommend using a sex toy while your lover is actively attempting to pleasure you.  Speaking as someone who doesn’t usually have trouble enjoying oral sex, I find that sometimes using my favorite rabbit vibrator on my clit while Jack licks my pussy, or perhaps penetrating myself with said vibrator while Jack licks my clit really does the trick.
Though I love cunnilingus now, there was a time when I didn’t enjoy it as much, or at least as consistently.  One of my ex-boyfriends always put too much pressure on my clit, to the point that it became painful.  Needless to say, this failed to get me off.  After awhile, I tried to discuss it with him, and he got offended, basically insinuating that the problem was with me.  Even after I (wisely) broke up with him, I remained a bit apprehensive about receiving oral sex.  
Jack changed all of that.  By his own account, he was very experienced in giving head when we met, and certainly quite good at it.  Unlike some guys, his concern when eating my pussy is not getting it over and done with so he can fuck me without feeling guilty that I didn’t have an orgasm.  No, Jack’s concern is my pleasure, and making sure that I am completely sexually satisfied.  Even from the first time, Jack proved himself skilled at listening for subtle cues and reading my body.  I’ve always felt like I could  tell him, if necessary, what I needed him to do in order to make me climax:  “Softer, please.”  “Slower.”  “Longer licks.”
I suspect that Jack is not as uncommon as he sounds.  I believe that most guys truly love going down on a woman the way he does, and what they may lack in skill they make up for in enthusiasm (or perhaps vice versa).  The first step is to understand how beautiful and how sexual you are.  The second step is to convince yourself that you’re worthy of pleasure, and that it can fit into your sexual repertoire regardless of how you identify.  The third step is to ask for it, or better yet, go get it!  Embrace cunnilingus!  It’s a lot of fun, and it allows your lover to give you pleasure in a far more precise fashion than fucking.
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Sinful Sunday: The Rabbit Died

No, we are not expecting a baby.  My actual rabbit died.  I’ll always remember the wonderful times we had together.

It may be time to buy a Lelo Soraya.

See who else is being sinful at Molly’s Daily Kiss!

Sinful Sunday

Formspring Friday: So Seductive

Have you two ever teamed up to seduce anyone? Just a fantasy I share with my wife that I hope to achieve one day.
That sounds like a really sexy idea!  To tell the truth, such a specific scenario really hadn’t occurred to us.  While seduction is undoubtedly sexy, the truth is that when we’ve had threesomes in the past – and for the record it’s been quite awhile – everyone was usually on equal footing, with no specific individual the seducer as opposed to the seducee and all participants receiving comparable attention.
I suppose that the first time we had a threesome Jack would have been the seducee, with the other woman and I acting as the seducers.  It was Jack’s birthday and I wanted to make it extra memorable for him.  After a dip in the hot tub, we all went upstairs to our bedroom where the two of us put on lingerie and slowly undressed each other, giving Jack a very sexy show.  
But was it seduction?  To me, seduction implies enticing someone to do something he or she wouldn’t normally do.  And that definition certainly doesn’t describe what happened that night.  Jack was willing and eager, holding out longer than either of us thought possible for the purposes of prolonging the excitement.  Frankly, the fact that he held out as long as he did before he pounced on us was nothing short of a miracle.
So no, we haven’t teamed up to seduce anyone yet.  Jack and I waited a couple months before answering this question as we hoped to have a much sexier answer than “Not yet”, but despite our best efforts the opportunity to seduce a willing third for the purposes of this blog post failed to materialize.  
Don’t give up hope!  We have it on good authority that we will have the chance to change our answer from “Not yet” to “Yes, and it was fucking hot!” in just a few short months, max.
Edited November 7, 2012:  As of last night, we can officially change our answer from “Not yet” to “Yes, and it was fucking hot!”  A brief account of the threesome in question can be found here; for more information on the lucky(?) object of our affections check out Sexy Smile’s Sinful Suburban Life.  Note that she is even hotter in person than she comes across on her blog.
If you want to ask us anything, drop us a line on Formspring, or use the handy Formspring widget on the right-hand side of our blog.  We like sexy questions!  To see who else participated this week, visit Twitter and search for #FormspringFriday!
-Jill

Flash Fiction Friday: Settling Up

“It’s your lucky day.  Since you’ve been such a good little bitch all week, you get to fuck one of us.”
He hadn’t meant to smile, but he did.  His voice was quiet.  “Thanks.”
“Thanks, what?”  Her rebuke startled him.
“Thanks, Mistress.”
“We flipped a coin and Joelle lost, so you’ll be fucking her.”  Bill looked to the other side of the room where the other woman was attaching a camera to a tripod.  He raised his eyebrows suggestively.  “I’ll be recording it,” Sylvia continued.  “The first time you step out of line, the video gets sent to your wife.”
Bill didn’t care.  He hadn’t been allowed to get off all week, though he’d snuck off and rubbed one out behind the cabana the night before last.  Both women would have been upset with him if they knew.  “I’ll behave,” he said, engrossed in his own excitement.
“That’s right,” Sylvia said.  “You will be very good.”
“There’s one catch,” Joelle began as she climbed onto the bed.  As she spoke, the door opened and Adrian entered.  He was a bartender Joelle had been flirting with all week.
“Aw, come on!” Bill protested as the other man undressed.
“Just close your eyes, Useless, and pretend it’s Sylvia with her strap-on.” (209/209)
Behind the Scenes
This story is a follow-up to two of my earlier Flash Fiction Friday stories entitled “Cooling Off” and “Fighting Back“.  If you’ve not yet read them, you should.

I initially had trouble with this prompt.  This photo doesn’t depict my preferred threesome scenario, so it doesn’t bring to mind a lot of ideas.  While I normally have no trouble thinking outside my own sphere of experience, when I saw the prompt photo on Monday night I couldn’t think of anything.  Rather than force it, though, I decided to sleep on it and try again on Tuesday.  
On Tuesday I gave it another look and was again frustrated by my inability to come up with something.  Jill pointed out that, unlike some previous Flash Fiction Friday prompts, notably last week’s, this one didn’t really suggest a story to me; it was simply a straightforward picture that more or less speaks for itself.  So I had to really give it some thought.  None of the participants look sufficiently surprised or taken aback to suggest that someone was caught off-guard, and that was really all I had.
Then it hit me:  How about bringing back Sylvia, Joelle, and Bill, the trio who’d appeared in my two previous stories?  Once that thought crossed my mind, the rest was easy.  Everything came together perfectly in my mind and once I sat down to write, the story almost told itself.  I realize that the individuals in the prompt photo do not resemble their counterparts from previous prompts, but like the Griswold children in the National Lampoon’s Vacation movies, we can chalk this up to recasting.
My first draft was exactly 209 words, which happens to be the limit.  I frequently write a story that is exactly the maximum amount of words, but I don’t think I’ve ever done so in my first draft.  Of course, as is typical I forgot to include the required word, “…engrossed…”  However, a couple words dropped and a couple words added, and I was back up to 209.
Deleted Scenes
None, although originally the coin flip was to occur during the story.  When it became clear that I would never make it within the 209-word limit, I dropped the coin flip and made reference to it having already occurred.  I also had to excise a bit more descriptive detail that just didn’t fit.
Soundtrack
I’m inclined to go with “Master and Servant” by Depeche Mode.  However, while the lyrics certainly fit, the tempo is a bit faster-paced than I think this story needs.  I much prefer the tempo and the overall sound of “Venus in Furs” by Velvet Underground.
Additionally, while I’m not a fan of country music, both “Shameless” by Garth Brooks and “Honey I’m Home” by Shania Twain nicely capture two different perspectives on femdom that could work for this story depending on your tastes.
Programming Note
We’ll be out of town for the next two weeks, and may or may not have internet access, even on our phones.  While I will make every effort to participate in Flash Fiction Friday on July 13 and July 20, if we don’t it’s just because we’re unable, not because we’ve in any way lost interest in the meme.

The Naughty Hangout: Pretty in Pink

The main theme at The Naughty Hangout this week is “Colors”, and one of the backup themes is “Perspective”.  I thought I’d combine the two with a sexy P.O.V. shot of me masturbating while wearing pink tights.

-Jill

Number Five Hundred

This is our five-hundredth post.  We considered doing something enormous, something epic, to commemorate the milestone.  There are a few reasons why we ultimately did not.

For one thing, we couldn’t rent a hall big enough to accommodate the party we were hoping to throw.  Even if one had been available, our funds are grossly insufficient to fly each and every one of you out to party with us.  So that was out.

We thought about posting some sort of picture that would reflect our new post-count; we did one such post when we hit four hundred, and now drawing “500” on Jill’s ass with a Sharpie seems like the worst kind of redundancy.  So we didn’t do that.

We wanted to get all stat-crazy and include a breakdown of the number of times we’ve posted different memes and such over the last five hundred posts, i.e. forty-two TMI Tuesdays, sixteen HNTs, twenty-nine Retro HNTs, twenty-four Sinful Sundays, etc.  That sounded like a lot of work, and while we’re far from lazy we’ve also written and scheduled eighteen posts this week, some of which have already been published, and some of which will be published over the next couple weeks while we’re away on vacation.  So actually sitting down and counting posts seemed like an asinine thing to do.  Contrary to popular belief, we do occasionally enjoy sleeping.

We considered linking to our favorite posts of the last three-plus years, but this sounded almost as labor-intensive as the previous idea.  At any rate, how would we even go about determining our favorite posts?  And just how many posts would we be able to choose?  One favorite?  Impossible.  Ten favorites?  Fifty?  I’m certain that narrowing five hundred posts down to fifty would also be difficult, though doable.  But when you’re narrowing anything down to one-tenth of the whole, why bother?  At that point we might as well just tell visitors to pick a random post from the archives and enjoy.

No, we ultimately decided to do none of these things.  Instead, this is just a quick acknowledgement.  It’s not much to look at, is it?  Not what you’d expect for half a thousand.  Just a crappy stock graphic at the top.  Kind of lame, really.  We’re almost ashamed that we even bothered.  Why call attention to such a grand milestone if you’re going to do it so half-assed?  Oh well.  Hopefully posts number 501 will be more engrossing.

To all those who have supported us on this journey, we thank you sincerely.  Whether you’ve posted a comment, shared your thoughts with us on Twitter or via e-mail, or even just contributed to the sometimes prodigious page view count on our posts, we want you to know that we might not have made it this far without you.  While we blog primarily for our own reasons, independent of the community aspect of blogging, we greatly appreciate your taking the time to stop by.  We hope you’ll stick around, because there’s plenty more to come.

Oh, what the hell.  Here’s a picture.

“Why did they write ‘sod’ on that balloon?”