“That’s it, work that cock. Suck it,” I say, as if I’m talking to cheap stripper sucking me off in the back room of a dingy club of an insignificant former Soviet republic.
Busty Czech doesn’t make a sound and her action with her mouth becomes more intense in response to my words. She likes being told what to do; she’s submissive.
On her own initiative she stops sucking and sticks her tongue out, still keeping her eyes closed, starts running her tongue around the tip of my cock before lashing the length of my shaft with it several times, making sure that as much of my penis is as wet as possible. She resumes sucking on my cock, effortlessly moving her head backwards and forwards while keeping her lips latched onto it.
Possibly tiring of this she pulls her mouth away, perhaps to give it a rest, she brushes her face with my erection, slowly taking turns to slide it over one cheek then the other. An idea comes to me.
“Slap your face with it,” I instruct.
She complies, slapping one cheek repeatedly with my cock then the other cheek several times. As she does so I encourage her with, “That’s it, good girl”. She opens her eyes while she does this and I can see that behind the slits of her mask she is thinking. Her eyelids are flickering at the camera.
“You’re not taking video, are you?”
I say nothing and she sucks on my cock a few more times.
“You’re not taking video? Oh my god, you’re not?!” she exclaims, recoiling away from me but keeping her hand on my cock and jerking away on it. Leaning back like that has put her exquisite, puffy breasts on display. They are quite a sight for horny eyes.
I guess the fun for the day comes to an end now. I try to think quickly.
“You can get stills from that. It’s better picture quality,” I say. I think my American cousins would call this a ‘Hail Mary pass’.
She leans forward and puts her mouth against my cock, but then pulls away again.
“Ha! I can’t believe it,” she says, laughing.
Again she leans in toward my cock with her mouth. Maybe we haven’t finished.
“You tricked me,” she says before putting her head down and resumes sucking away on the best part of me.
Now she’s aware that she’s being filmed and is looking directly into the lens.
“Nobody’s going to see it. You’re wearing a mask,” I say.
Busty Czech laughs to herself with my cock in her mouth. She proceeds to repeat almost everything that she has already done with my cock, licking and sucking it, but this time she’s looking brazenly at the device, seemingly enjoying herself now.
She stops for a second and bounces the tip of my cock repeatedly against the button nose on the end of her mask, smiling as she does so. A silly laugh precedes her taking my cock in her mouth and she swallows as much of it as she can. Busty Czech is enjoying this now, in the same way that other women who I’ve filmed also initially were against the idea but after a while got into it. Alcohol and a camera seems to make many women lose their inhibitions.
Busty Czech opens her mouth, sticks her tongue out and slaps both sides of her face with my cock while looking directly into the lens.
Just then my memory card on the phone fills up and I remember that I still have the footage of The Saffa sucking on me, especially my toes, that has taken up so much space.
Busty Czech continues to worship my cock with her mouth but I can feel that I’m getting closer to cumming. She made it clear the last time we got physical that she hates having cum in her mouth so I have to orchestrate an alternative ending for the inevitable.
“Where do you want my cum?” I ask. I’ll let her have input into what happens next.
“I like it on my breasts,” she says, releasing my penis from her mouth, but still giving it a handy.
“You’d better lie on the sofa then,” I instruct.
She gets up and positions herself on the sofa by lying on her back and cupping her breasts together. I wish my camera was still working to have captured this sight.
I straddle her with one of my feet on the ground and the other leg bent and alongside her ribs. My cock drops naturally between her breasts. Busty Czech licks her hand, smears the saliva between her breasts and then places my cock neatly between them, smothering it. With her hands cupping her boobs she starts moving them quickly backwards and forwards.
That’s something of an expert move she pulled there, lubricating her cleavage like that. How many guys have fucked her boobies?
I can barely feel a thing. Her breast tissue is so light, like cotton-wool, that there is almost no sensation. Yes, it’s a wonderful sight down there between my legs, but it’s doing nothing for me.
“I want to see you jerking me off onto your tits,” I say, hoping not to give offence.
Without a word she grips my cock with both her hands, one behind the other, commencing a perfect hand-shandy. She deserves some pleasure too, so I lean back and slide a hand into her panties. There’s a bit more stubble since the last time my hand was down there. My fingers touch what must be the cord for her tampon; must not ensnare that. Busty Czech spreads her legs and her pussy is so wet it feels like I’ve stuck my hand into a tub of jelly. My fingers begin stroking her swollen clit.
“Oh yes!” she exclaims.
Shit, she’s not going to start screaming again, is she?
Mercifully all I hear is her moaning sweetly as I play with her clit and she jerks me off. This position might not be in the Karma Sutra and for good reason; it’s getting uncomfortable for me. If I stop playing with her I’ll disappoint her, but I’m nowhere near cumming. I need some naughty talk.
“Do you like this?” I ask.
“Uh-huh,” she replies.
“Do you like having your pussy played with?”
“Uh-huh,” she repeats.
“Do you like having a cock in your hands?”
“Do you like making a cock cum between your tits?”
“Yes,” she utters, speeding up her hand motion.
“Do you like the feeling of hot, sticky cum on your tits?”
“Oh, yes,” she says.
“Or would you prefer to feel to feel my cock in your pussy?”
“Oh god,” she splutters. I’m still rubbing her swollen clit, now erect like a mini-penis, so is she close to cumming?
“Or would you prefer to feel my hot,sticky cum in your bum?”
“Oh god!” she exclaims and her body starts shivering and shaking as she cums.
My words and implied ideas of anal sex have had the desired effect and Busty Czech lets off a blood-chilling scream that her neighbours must have heard. Are they used to her screams I wonder? Her sudden scream is so distracting that my erection has subsided a little. I’ll never get used to her screaming during sex. Hell, this wasn’t even full sex.
I straighten my back and, impressively, Busty Czech is still jerking away on my cock while she comes down from her orgasm. She still has that silly leopard-print mask and matching ears on. Her tits are bouncing around beautifully as her elbows are pushing them in as she works my cock. It’s wonderful sight and my full erection returns.
It’s not long before I feel a bolt of sperm shoot up from my balls and launch itself out of the end of my penis. Busty Czech doesn’t make a sound as my cum starts flying around, but bizarrely she opens her mouth in what must be an involuntary reflex action. Maybe she does want my cum in her mouth? People are often turned on by the thing they claim to dislike. The thought of my sperm in her arse sent her over the edge.
My baby-batter mostly collects in her cleavage. She lets go of my cock which is going limp now and she pushes her boobs together, forcing some of the cum up and out of her cleavage, spilling in every direction. Busty Czech lets go of them and her boobs flop down, then smears the sperm into her breasts with the tips of her fingers. I just watch her as she does this.
I slouch down on the ground next to the sofa and we look at each other as we pant like happy hunting dogs.
In this moment Busty Czech feels so right to be with. I feel torn. If The Saffa wasn’t on the scene I’d be happy to let things proceed with this sweet Slav. Ah, but sex aside, she doesn’t feel like The One. Our chats at night have started to feel icky, like I’m being her emotional crutch. I’ve been that before for someone else and I’m not going to let that happen again.
Busty Czech goes to clean herself up while I put my jocks on. Now is still not the time to dump her. Only a heartless monster will do that now. My dating experiences have not yet degraded me into being that guy. However, I should really leave soon and go home.
“Can we please go lie down on my bed?” she asks, returning to the lounge.
How can I say no?
We cuddle on her bed and a pleasant after-glow tingles our bodies. Busty Czech is tactile and I like that because I’m the same. Only a minority of the women I’ve met in recent years would I describe as tactile. That surprises me because what more genuine way is there to connect with someone than by touching them?
As dusk descends she falls asleep in my arms. I lie there, thinking about things, about The Saffa, about Busty Czech and about some of the other women I’ve been involved with. I realize that I need to feel a sense of awe for the woman I’m seeing, but that is lacking with Busty Czech. Instead the overwhelming emotion is one of pity. That’s not right, I don’t want to be with someone because I pity them. That’ll never work.
I fall asleep into a post-orgasm snooze and get woken by the sound of Busty Czech using the adjoining bathroom. It’s now pitch dark and I have no idea what time it is. I should really get my stuff and go.
Before I can move she rejoins me and is wearing a frilly night-gown from the 1950s, the type I don’t like. She’s gone from being a sexy, screaming cock-jerker to somebody’s grandmother in a matter of minutes.
It looks like she’s ready for bed. She smiles at me.
“Why don’t you get under the covers with me?” she asks.
This day has gone so awfully wrong. I should just have blurted out my feelings when I arrived and then left. No, that would have destroyed her, given everything that she had laid on for me. I can’t walk out now either because that would lead to all sorts of questions. I have to spend the night with her although I don’t really want to.
“I need to wear this,” Busty Czech says as she dons a huge black eye-mask that makes her look like a geriatric. The grandmother look is now complete.
She puts the light out and reverses into me. Like that we spoon and fall asleep together, with very different states of heart. She’s pleased with herself no doubt and I’m at war with myself, silently berating myself for my cowardice.
The smell of bacon wakes me the next morning. I’m alone in the bed and I can hear Busty Czech singing to herself in her kitchen. I go to the lounge to find my clothes and I get dressed hoping that I don’t look too rumpled. It’s a perfect, sunny morning and the light in a mirror catches every crease on my clothing. I try to smoothe what I can because I don’t want to give anything away.
Once in the kitchen I give Busty Czech a good morning kiss. She’s wearing a frumpy one-piece frock that does her no favours. It’s the sort of thing my mother wears around her home and she’s in her eighties. I don’t think that any man wants his woman to dress like his mother does.
Busty Czech’s prepared a wonderful breakfast for me. We sit and eat while she chatters away about nothing in particular. I’m not feeling chatty; I feel ashamed and uncomfortable. She starts talking about our trip to France next week and my soul winces. I have to get out of here.
Not long afterwards breakfast ends and I make my excuses about meeting friends in London at noon as part of my birthday celebrations.
“Enjoy your lunch with your friends,” Busty Czech says cheerily as she waves me goodbye from her front door.
I know I’ll never see her again, I think to myself as I get in my car.
Every man she has known has been a fool for treating her the way they did, but I have joined their shameful ranks.
I feel like I’m the biggest jerk ever.
Now I have to face The Saffa.
She’s waiting for me at Piccadilly Circus.
Coldplay – I ran away