Tina Kim Gets the Last Laugh and other Updates

I reported before that funny lady Tina Kim was going to perform at the JRL Gay Film Awards…well that did not turn out as well as hoped.  The show was a disaster and Kim wasn’t allowed to perform and worst yet wasn’t paid!

You can read the details here and here. Continue reading “Tina Kim Gets the Last Laugh and other Updates”

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Going Home for the holidays!

So as I write this I’m packing a bag and getting ready to visit my mom for 추석 or Chuseok.  Its kinda like a Korean Thanksgiving sort of thing.

Seeing as my father is in France on business my mom is just using this as an excuse to get me to fly out, but I miss my Mom madly so I’ll play along.  I’ll be gone from today to the 28th. Don’t worry postings will still go up!

Now I must go find some songpyeon to bring to my mom.

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Exxotica NY Getting Down and Dirty Again in Jersey!

The highly successful adult entertainment expo Exxxotica will be making it 3rd stop in Edison, NJ  Nov. 5-7.   J. Handy, Director of Victory Tradeshow Management announced yesterday that for the first time ever all ladies will be admitted free and have access to the VIP room at Exxxotica NY

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Jayla Starr – Exclusive Interview with The Blasian Porn Princess

There are few girls in porn that have a following as loyal as does Jayla Starr and for good reason. Her perfect blend nuaghty and cutie make her a surprisingly  approachable sex pot. With a killer natural body and a warm, fun personality she’s won the admiration of thousands of fans.

Open about her love of video games, macbooks,  Family Guy  and milf pussy she can be found on twitter engaging her 25K + followers everday.  She’s appeared in over 60 scenes since her debut and already produced , directed in starred in two films The Bigger the Better and Vanilla Milf Shakes.

Jayla Starr also has  more perseverance and ambition than the average twenty-something  and her hard work  has earned her two nominations at the 2010 Urban X Awards as well as casted in her first music video.   This rising star will soon be on display with the relaunch of her website Www.JaylaStarr.com on July 9.

She spoke openly about her dream project, being a bisexual bi-racial Black porn actress and making love on film.

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Calling Korean Americans!

I was contacted earlier in the week by the very friendly people at I am Korean American . They are collecting profiles of the Korean American community to show the variety , beauty and complexity that is being of Korean decent in America.

For obvious reason I choose not to put my face along with my site and make a profile (my parents don’t know I dance) but I encourage my Korean American readers to make profiles and share your stories.  There’s no way people can understand a peoples’ struggles and dreams without hearing what they have to say. Here is a great opportunity to tell the story ourselves, hollywood won’t.  This is a great opportunity to showcase all the unique facets of the people.

So please click and make a profile

Korean American? Click here!

I AM KOREAN AMERICAN is a project of Barrel, a brand and web consulting company in New York.

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Meet Jayla Starr!

I mentioned the fun , flirty , nubile Jayla Starr in an earlier post, I got the chance to sit down with her and have a pretty great in-depth interview with her. That will be posted later this week.  For now get to know her in this short video interview.  It was great to find out we had so much in common We both

  • Are Blasian
  • Love video-games

A woman after my own heart!

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The Parable of Mr. Lim

“Mr. Lim, would you like to see my breasts?”

She was staring up at him, her eyes fearful, for what ever reason that he might say no. He couldn’t think of what he had done to be so lucky. Before this moment he had considered himself a failure of a man. His wife left him for a limey bucktooth lawyer, Victor heard a few years later that his son blew his brains all over his Tupac posters because he a poof. At forty-two he was the cuckold father of a dead faggot, yet, things were decidedly looking better.

Standing before him was Talia Reid. She was nineteen years of age, skin like tawny milk chocolate and hair like the sun went black with envy of her beauty and she took to wearing on her head like a crown to gloat. A small girl at only five foot four, yet her proportions were almost godly. He had long admired her form, it was the reason he hired her a year earlier. She had long dancer limbs, round bum, pleasing thighs and breasts that were nothing short of perfection.

He and his assistant manager, a squat Indian fellow often argued if they were real or not. His colleague believing they were fake because she was such a small girl and they were just too perfectly round , firm and full a D cup to be real. Victor’s argument was that on her pay there was no way she had fifteen grand to waste on tits. His colleague response was always the same.

“On her pay, do you think she would pay for them?” Her breasts were always the subject of hot debate.

It started easily enough, closing the store as usual. He had locked the doors put down the gate, turned off most of the lights, got some soju from behind the counter and poured himself a drink. Of course tonight was unusual because emerging from the weave section was Talia, can of spray paint in hand, completely unaware he was there. She climbed on top of the back counter shook the can and let its contents burst onto the wall. When she was done the words “TRY LOVING YOURSELF” was written across the wall and ‘x’ s were scrawled on pictures of smiling black women with permed hair and Pakistani extensions.

“What the bloody fuck do you think your doing?” Victor said flatly not angry about the vandalism or its political message.

The shop was already a crap heap as far as he was concerned. Talia, shocked that her seemingly well thought out plan had been foiled, attempted to turn to him but lost her footing and uncharacteristically fell gracelessly to the floor. Victor took a drag on his cigar and frowned.

“You okay?” he called out to her.

He got soft whimpering in return. He signed and walked over to her wondering if she would try to get him for workers comp. He looked down on her, which was the norm he stood almost a foot taller than her. She was biting her lip trying not to cry; on her left leg was a scratch that was barely bleeding. Victor returned to the main counter, took another gulp of soju, and got the first aid kit. He used to have a real kit, but it kept disappearing so all he had was a zip lock bag with some alcohol pads and dollar store band aids.

He took the baggie and returned to her, now tears were running down her cheeks despite her best efforts. He knelt down in front of her and nursed her wound then sat down beside her , mostly just to get a less obvious view of her cleavage ; cleavage that she was sporting nicely in her little black hello kitty tank top. She looked at the band aid that he put on her then drew her knees towards her and hugged herself laying her head on her knees. There was a little silence between them.

“So,” Victor began, “are you going to tell me why you just vandalized the store?”

She turned her head to him and in a sheepish voice “Well… err… Umm… the… the Revolution?” she was convincing herself more so than telling him.

“Pardon?” he said after a drag on his cigar.

She nervously told him about the exploitation of Black women by individuals such as himself, who tell them that they need straight hair and such to be beautiful. She talked about Eurocentrism and other fresh old ideas that she was just learning about in her African studies classes. When she was done Victor arched his eyebrow.

“So, Marcus Garvey has what to do with weaves?” He admired the idealism of her age, youth’s one true luxury.

His response struck her as funny and she laughed, he had never heard her laugh before. She smiled at customers her whole shift, but never laughed, it was the most attractive laugh he ever heard, not overly girly not too squeaky, just adorable.

“Laugh all you want, tomorrow morning you’re the one that gonna be cleaning.”

She turned his head to him and smiled he knew she had assumed that she would be in jail by tomorrow. She grew up in suburbia and this was the most illegal and rule breaking venture of her life. A college student who wanted to take a chance in the big city. She was no Angela Davis and very far from Assata Shakur, but her act of civil disobedience was as close as she would ever come. It had taken a lot of resolve and he imagined she was proud of it.

“Thank you” she said.

Victor began to feel awkward about the way she smelled exciting him so much; the mixture of her strawberry shampoo and vanilla body sprits was at that moment the most erotic scent to hit his nostrils. He took one last drag on his cigar and stood up to toss it in the rubbish near them. Talia was wearing a little jean skirt that showed off what an hour of dancing every afternoon will do for youthful legs. She was trying to stand up as well, without flipping it up.

Victor recognizing her plight offered his hand and she took it. She hoped up with his help and smiled at him. Victor smiled back breaking a dead pan that he’d been wearing far too long. He noticed that the strap of her tank top was sagging off her shoulder. He thoughtlessly readjusted it, his rough old hands brushed against her brown skin momentarily and her skin was soft as a prayer.

His eyes must have lingered to long, or his un-tucked collard shirt wasn’t doing as good a job as her thought hiding his erection because out of the air Talia opened her mouth and her tongue formed the question-

“Mr. Lim, would you like to see my breasts?”

Did I need air to breath? Was the sky blue? Is my ex-wife an uppity whore? Girls these days, feminism God bless you
, Victor thought but out of his mouth he could only manage.


Color came to her cheeks and she bit her lips, and then looked at him expectantly as she placed his hand on her right breast. Victor dropped his cigar in surprise. He wondered if he had died some time ago and his time in purgatory was finally up. He wondered what possessed this nubile young nymph to offer herself to him, a grey old Korean stuck in a country he hated, he wondered a lot of thing as he instinctively palmed her breast, but he knew he would never wonder about the debate between him and his assistant manager. He had won, they were real and delightful.

“My… breasts, would you like to see them? I’ve liked you,” Talia started a little nervously “for a while now.”

Victor didn’t want to wonder any more, he was truly flattered. He had lived the life of an invisible man for so long, old and an Asian. The mall rats looked right through him, his customers always smiled at him but seeing him as an asexual giver of discounted relaxer and placenta conditioner, not as a man. Now here was the crème of the crop pressing her body against his and looking up with a calm beautiful brown saucer face and promising moon lips.

Victor not needing another missed opportunity under his belt decided to go for it, though part of him was screaming, This smells like a rape charge.

He lowered his head and her lips met his and he felt like Rip Van Winkle opening his eyes after a hundred years. He waited for her to draw away from him in revulsion or at least fear, but she seemed to share his enthusiasm and embraced him just as passionately. He had always wondered what if would feel like to experience her full lips, he was not disappointed. If they felt this good lip to lip he couldn’t wait to find out how the fared in other territory. When she finally recoiled he decided that he needed some answers to the questions swirling around his head.

“What does a girl like you want with an old man like me?”

Talia’s face grew a little redder than her natural hue; she looked down at her skirt and played with the hem.

“Well,” she started a bit unsure how to say what she wanted or if she could even articulate with words what she felt. “You’re always so nice to me and …” She looked for the words. “I like the way you look at me.”

“I’m sure a lot of blokes look at you the way I do.” He said with a smirk.

“Oh, and I like the way you talk, it’s like” she thought a second “it’s like … like mad eloquent.”

He hoped she never went to England, or she would be toughing down the entire isle. He also had an appreciation for her speech, part patois one part SAT verbal.

“And when I look at you, I see something familiar,” she added.

Victor didn’t know what she meant, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to, he instead concentrated on how softer her skin and caressed the skin of her shoulder considering her original offer. He cautiously slid the straps of her tank top down.

“Mr. Lim –”

“Victor” He corrected.

“Oh, sorry, Victor? I thought it was-“

“I prefer Victor.”

He bent down and pressed his lips against her before she could start a line of questions he didn’t have answers for. His hand ran up the contours of her body and she didn’t stop him when he lifted her top. She just raised her arms and continued to hungrily enjoy his kiss. He threw the garment aside where is knocked off a 24 inch Yaky 2b weave from the hook it was resting on. Her bra was strapless so once he unhooked the back it fell to the floor revealing her.

“Wow” Victor said despite himself. Talia giggled, not acting like the shy girl she was moments before.

“Yes, they’re real” she confirmed.

“I knew it!” Take that, Vish , He thought.

He almost didn’t want to put his gruff hands on her pillowy breast. He cupped them lightly brushing his thumbs with their brittle to wide nails across her erect brown nipples the contrast between her nipple and breast where a feast for her eyes, special dark chocolate on mocha. He picked Talia up and placed her on the counter toppling some wigs on Styrofoam heads. She warped her legs around him and cupped his broad face with her tiny hands. She pulled from him.

“Baby Harp Seal. That was it.” She said.

“Huh?” He said whipping a little sweat from his brow.

“When I look at you kinda reminds me of a baby harp seal,” she said with a smile.

He assumed it was a complement, another strange statement from a stranger girl, of course kissing and holding him the way she did, she could have told him he looked like Kim Jong Il and he wouldn’t have held it against her. He kissed her wine colored lips and then her chin; he lingered awhile on her long dramatic neck she giggled as his gruff stubble ran on her skin.

“Ticklish are we?” Victor smiled and then began to kiss the valley of her breast. She jumped a bit when he flicked his course tongue on the nipple of her left breast as he teased and squeezed her right one. He continued downward to her taunt belly, which was dancing with her giggles. He slid his hand up her well shaped thighs which lifted her skirt. Victor’s fingers finally found the top of her panties. He waited for her to stop him but all she did was kick off her shoes and shimmy her socks off. He got her knickers off after some wiggling on her part. Victor lifted the small stretch lace thing to his nose. It had been so long since he smelled a woman and her scent drove him mad. Talia’s jaw dropped at his actions and embarrasses she snatched the garment from him.

“Don’t do that?” she said holding the panties to her bare breasts.

“Why not, smells wonderful, better than roses,” he kissed her cheek, and the panties slide from her hands onto her lap, Victor cupped her breast in his hands and continued “No need to be shy now.”

“Good point,” she said looking down at his hands and after another kiss she added “I’ve only done this once, so … if I seem like I don’t know what I’m doing, it’s because I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Victor was so aroused by her candid innocence the he couldn’t wait any longer. He kissed her deeply as he undid his belt and trousers. He motioned for her to lie down on the display counter, the “please do not tap on glass” sign ironically was now under his chin as stared at her hairless Venus mound. He kissed the sensitive skin around her opening. He felt the muscles in her legs tense and he raised his head.

“You nervous?”

She avoided his eyes and bit her lip again. “No one’s ever done that before.”

He ran his hand along her belly and said, “Don’t worry; you’re going to love it.” He returned to his previous position and began to lick her lips mildly amused by her gasps and contortions. She was glistening and swollen with want and desire for him, a sight he wasn’t sure he had ever really seen. The cloth of his boxers became an unbearable pressure.

He kissed his way to her belly button and upwards to the plan between her breast and onto her collar bond and her long neck. He released himself from his boxers and guided her hand to him. Her eyes widened and she released him as soon as she realized what was in her grip. He leaned over and whispered in her ear.

“Don’t worry I won’t hurt you.”

Talia smiled at him warmly and put her arms around him and softly placed her lips on his, then laid her head on his shoulder and braced for discomfort. Cautions not to hurt her Victor prepared to enter her slowly it had been six years since he was inside a woman. Seven since he was inside a woman he was not paying for. Talia’s willing hips angled themselves to make his entry more fluid. His entire body shivered when his erection found her excited wetness. He thought he was going to climax right then and there. He quickly withdrew. Talia looked concerned.

“I’m an old man,” he explained.

“You’re not so old Mr. Lim” She cooed at him and placed her hands on his face.

“No,” he confirmed “I’m old.” Victor self-consciously wondered how awkward this situation would look, Korean father time mounting little black baby new year. The old white ram tupping the sable ewe, Shakespeare would have said.

“Well I don’t care, either way.” Talia said with a quick peck on his lips.

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely, I’ve wanted this a long time.”

“I’ll try not to disappoint then.”

He turned his head and kissed the palm of her hand and lowered his head and kissed the baby soft skin of her arms and shoulder. She gently held his throbbing appendage and guided it to her. Victor’s eyes shut reflexively as his body tried to comprehend the intensity of the pleasure it was receiving. She was hot, wet, tight and moaning his name.

His cock had stumbled on the fountain of youth and he was reviling in her waters. Talia was gripping his shirt and biting his collar to keep from being to loud. When Victor opened his yes the world seemed completely different the colors brighter, the smell sweeter he had never felt this invigorated, this awake.

His eyes felt sharper, his ears were trained on the musical way Talia’s accent made his name dance on her tongue and she purred and moaned. Her excitement just added more pleasure to the act for Victor who thrust himself more vigorously, his hands firmly grasping her hips. He noticed a glimmer to his right and he looked toward it, not breaking the rhythm of his strokes. He found himself looking at his reflection in the mirror; placed there for the convenience of his wig purchasing customers.

He felt like he was looking at an old photo and not his reflection. In the mirror was a tall broad shouldered man, not a defeated old man and before that man was an adoring girl who saw the same thing he was seeing in the mirror whenever she looked up at him. He felt a rush of energy and the world was bursting around him in an even brighter, newer light. Looking at Talia he felt euphoric, his head felt light and his heart was fluttering, every nerve in his body was tingling and daring him to go harder. He was even more encouraged by her moans and her nails in his back.
Victor Lim was a man, one that had never felt more alive in his life. He kept turning that phrase around in his head.

I am a man; Lim Sung Ock is a man.

Concentrated so much on Talia’s moans and his new mantra that he hadn’t notice that the invigorating tingle he felt had left his entire body and had found a home in his left arm. Talia’s look of ecstasy and fulfillment was replaced with one of horror as his chest began to tighten. The pain was so intense, his ears began to ring and his vision blurred. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was Talia’s big brown eyes wide with fear.

So sorry to disappoint, my dear, he thought. Just another martyr of the revolution.

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Spa Treatment

My sister, well my half sister, has been addicted to Korean spas since she studied in Pusan when I was just in middle school. When I turned 18 the first thing she wanted to do was drag me to a spa.

I didn’t really want to go, honestly who wants to see naked old people chilling in flip flops. I was really disappointed when she told me my birthday present was a day at the spa. I felt like she really got a present for herself. What I wanted was a Playstation 3 and what I thought I was getting was naked ahjumas.

The day after my birthday she took me to K-town in Manhattan. The place was nicer than I thought it would be, there were cheerful lighting and despite the narrow hallways it seemed like a nice homey place. It smelled wonderful like mint and jasmine.

Most of the rooms were segregated by gender, the staff whisked you from room to room doing all kinds of things, wrapping you in leaves, soaking you in mud, putting hot stones on you back I was having a blast. Around the four hour mark my sister asked me to rest in a small sauna with her.

There we were getting all sweaty when my sister turned to me and asked.

“Every got your boji waxed?”

“No,” I said “isn’t easier to just shave”

“Its not about the hair.” she said smiling knowingly.

“It’s not?”

“No” she said with a sigh at my apparent navite.

There was a switch next to the door that was used to call and attendant , my sis flicked it. After a few moments a rosy cheeked girl came to assist us. Most of these places employed newly arrived people so I could see that she was nervous to talk to me, likely assuming I only spoke English. She turned to my sister and after a brief exchange in Korean I was following her out of the room.

“Jaila!,” My sister screamed before I could leave, she was tugging on the bottom of my towel. “You’re booty didn’t feel a draft?”

The attendant didn’t bother to try not to snicker it must have been funny for her to see me try to fit my large breasts and bum into the little made for skinny Korean girls towel I was provided. After I was somewhat decent I was led down the long narrow hallway to a new room. The attendant told me very slowly and very loudly to wait here.

The room was very small and only had a massage table and various bueaty supplies and scented lotions.

I clung to my towel and hopped on the table. I was admiring my wiggling toes when the door opened and I was surprised to see a man standing before me.

He was handsome, very strong angular features. He stood about 6’1, the few grey hairs he had showed despite youthful looks he might be in his early 40s. He smiled at me and I smiled back.

“Are you feeling comfortable?” he asked me in Korean.

I nodded my head.

“Do you speak English?” I asked him in my infantile Korean.

“Sure thing” he reapplied with a South Queens accent. Despite the drawl he voice was deep and sexy.

I could feel all the blood in my cheeks and I knew I must be blushing. I could feel his eyes on my body as he asked.

“What type of wax do you want?”

I shyly pointed at his destination and looked at my wiggling toes again.

“No need to be shy,” he said ” lie on your back please.”

I awkwardly maneuvered myself and my too small towel into the position he desired. It was by some miracle that I didn’t expose myself.

“Let’s get started” he abruptly yanked my towel to my navel leaving my goodies out in the open.

“How old are you? He asked as he powdered me like a infant.

“18, I said my birthday was 2 days ago.”

“Well, happy birthday.” He said as he used a wide Popsicle stick to smear hot wax on my Venus mound.


“Did you get what you wanted?” He said as he put a strip of cloth on the patch.

I was about to answer when with no warning at all he sadistically yanked that cloth with all the power he had. I don’t know if it was the shock of the experience or the pain , but all I could remember next was smelling a strong scent. Something like tiger balm and Indian food. I jolted back in to consciousness and i was still lying on my back.

“I take it this was your first time? Its all over now.”

I didn’t answer him and swung my legs over and onto the floor to inspect his handy work. I was clean as a whistle and bare as the day I was born.

“Would you like a massage?” he asked.

“Are you going to do that again?”

“Well, you don’t have any hair left so I wouldn’t waste the wax.”

I rolled my eyes and got back on the table.

“Lay on your back please.”

Hi hands wandered down my back working various muscles, most of which were only tense becuase of the abuse my happy patch had previously endured. His hands moved from the small of my back to my hips and curiously over my round behind and the back of my thighs.

I had never had a massage before so I thought nothing of it until he raised my towel giving him a full view of my ass. He slowly massaged my thighs. Color rushed to my face, I was completely embarrassed by how aroused I was by this stranger touching me.

His hands were rubbing my bare hips and my pussy was pulsating with want. I knew I shouldn’t be allowing this man, who was most likely old enough to be my father, carry on the way he was. Of course I could see why he couldn’t help it. Most of the women he see have to be wrinkly and old, then here I come fresh and barely legal with the thickness. Why not let the poor guy cop a feel, it wasn’t like I wasn’t enjoying myself.

“Would you like to turn over?” He asked, I complied silently.

He was a big boy, and his khakis weren’t doing to good a job of hiding that or his arousal. He began to work the front of my thighs under my towel, my skin tingled with his touch. The terrycloth was torture agianst my aroused nipples. His hands ventured to my inner thigh and began inching closer and closer to my place. The closer he got the more excited I became.

To my disappointment he withdrew his hands from under my towel and began to massage my lower legs. After working on my feet and toes he began the long journey back to the trunk of my body.

“You’re very pretty down there.” He said breaking the long silence we shared.

I didn’t know what to say, but I found myself saying “Thanks.”

I tried not to look at his obvious erection and turned my head to the fake Monet on the wall. I knew he must be enjoying how red my face had become. His strong hands were at the top of my thighs, I tried to hold in a gasp of shock as his finger lightly ran up my wet pussy lips. My whole body reacted as if his finger was made of lightening. He luaghed and brought his finger to his mouth.

“Taste good too.” He cooed.

This was when I was supposed to be a responsible person and scream bloody murder, but I was 18 and if you can’t do stupid shit when you’re 18 when can you? Not to mention what was the use of saying No at this point, my body was screaming Yes louder than my mouth ever could. I said nothing he took the silence as consent and returned his hand to my pussy.

He slowly and gently rubbed his fingers along my lips and clit and my hips instinctively moved with his rhythm.

I tried to keep quiet , for all I knew these walls were paper thin. I must have been doing a lousy job becuase I found his hand covering my mouth as his other hand. He removed it and mad the universal “shh” gesture.

I smiled shyly. He took switched his hands, letting me taste myself. He seemed pretty pleased with the image. He withdrew his hand from me and motioned for me to swing my body to the side of the table. I obediently did as told. Still holding my towel in place.

He seemed amused by my shyness. He placed his hand on mine and slowly moved it to the side of my body along with the towel. My bare breasts finally exposed to him. He raised an appreciative eye brow.

“I’ve never seen any as big as yours”

“I hear that a lot.” I said shyly.

He took my breast in hands softly cupping them and began to kiss on suck my already taunt nipples.

I was pretty glad he wasn’t making the usual asinine pillow talk, saying something about me tasting like chocolate – or saying how my dark skin agianst his pale skin was arousing. He was putting his lips to much better use. He began to kiss the valley of my breasts and chest , I giggled as his kissed my neck and nibbled on my ear.

“What’s your name?” he whispered.

“Jang, Seon Hee” I purred back. The name was actually that of this stupid cunt that went to high school with me why her name was the first I could think of is beyond me.

He continued to kiss and tease my neck, which drove me wild. I wrapped my long legs around him and rested my arms on his shoulder. I could feel his hardness up against my clit. His mouth almost devoured mine. As his kissed me I ran my fingers through his thick silky hair.

He pulled away from our embrace so his lips could return to my full breasts. He gently guided one of my hands to his cock. He was massively bigger than my ex boyfriend. I started to have second thoughts. What I was doing was crazy. At any moment someone could walk through that door, Hell my SISTER could walk through that door. I was engaging in total insanity.

“You’re pretty big, Oppah…” I couldn’t finish my sentence, perhaps sensing my uncertainty he bowed his head and softly places his lips on mine. His kiss was intoxicating. I ran my tongue along his full lips and wrapped my arms around him. He kissed me passionately , deeply and hungrily. I was eager to be devoured by him. Every place on my body his mouth touched burned like it was on fire. His lips crept down my body as I rested my elbows on the table my legs still in the air.

“You’re so cute here” He said, before I could return the compliment she burred his face in my little love garden breathing in my scent as he flicked his tongue over my opening. I bit my lip in an effort to stop my moans.

I never felt so sensitive and responsive to oral. Perhaps this is what everyone was going on about with waxing.

My thighs had his head in a soft but powerful grip as his powerful hands gripped my hips, which undulated helping his tongue massage my wet pussy. I couldn’t even make a sound , I don’t even think I was breathing. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. My back arched, and all my blood rushed to the top of my skin. I cupped my own breasts as pleasure his my body in waves, making my every limb pulsate.

I had never actually cum before this, its not that I didn’t love having sex, I just didn’t know that there was more too it than feeling pretty alright. This was a whole new reality that I’d never experienced. When my body stopped shaking I stared up at the ceiling confused and amazed.

He began to kiss his way up from my boji , past my tummy stopping to pay respect to each breast before he found my lips again.

“Can you do something for me-” To answer him I clumsily lifted myself to face him and began fumbling with his belt. After a small battle with the buckle I unzipped his trousers and eagerly relieved him from his pants. My eyes widened in anticipation. he was indeed a very big boy. I couldn’t wait to taste him.

I hopped off the table leaving my towel behind before I could kneel he bent down and placed his lips on mine again. He was a lot taller than I first though. I guess becuase I had on no shoes and he did. I was intoxicated by his sharp and sophisticated cologne

“Can you deep throat Oppah’s cock?” he whispered in my ear.

This was something I always liked to hear, obviously not becuase of it’s romantic undertones , but I loved to hear the gasp of shock when I actually complete the task.

I knelt before him and took him in my hands. It was think and warm. He was uncut and glorious. It was a treat to hear him moan softly as I wet his cock by licking and kissing his head and shaft.

As I worked his shaft with my left hand and caressed him with my right I looked up at his pleasured expression. I slowly took him into my mouth, widening the back of my throat and letting him slide into me until my nose was resting on his

“Oh shit”, I couldn’t see his face but I’m sure it was priceless.

I ravished him in my usual energetic and enthusiastic fashion loving the was his cock throbbed and pulsated in my throat.

“Slow down, I don’t want to cum”

I didn’t want that, at this point I was crazed with arousal. I wanted him to take me, pain or no pain.

I obliged him and slowly worked his cock with my hands as I flicked his kissed and sucked his head. I never had a man of his girth. The thought of him inside me scared me but excited me more. The more excited I became the more I ravished his cock.

He pulled away and took my breasts in his hands, I guess at what he wanted and leaned into his erection. It was amusing to see the head of his cock disappear and reappear between my cleavage with every thrust.

“You like my cock?”

For an answer sucked it into my mouth and felt him throb.

“Turn around and show me your little boji” he commanded.

I gave his cock one last kiss before I bent over the table. He gave my ass a playful pat as I spread my legs a little wider to give him a good view. He spread my glistening wet lips with his thumbs. I wondered if he was admiring me or his own handy work.

He let go and I could hear his pants fall to the floor. The signature sound of a condom being opened. After he put it on he began to rub his stiff cock on my wet pussy. I was nervous but wanted him inside me.

Gently he pushed himself inside me. My body tensed as my boji tried to accept him. His girth felt like he was pushing my limits. I had never felt so full, it hurt…but in the best possible way.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he growled lustfully “Can you take the rest in?”

THE REST IN, I thought , before I could convey my alarm he was attempting to thrust himself inside me. I let out a pathetic whelp of discomfort.

“Too much?,” He asked with his face buried in my soft dark tresses, ” Hop on the table.”

He withdrew from me so I could honor his request he guided my body into the desired position. I faced him with my legs warped around him again. I felt extremely shy as he looked into my eyes. I hid myself in his chest.I ran my fingers through his salt and pepper hair. He melted into me slowly, we moved in rhythm with each other.

My back arched in pleasure and I found myself on my back with my legs agianst his body. I could tell he loved my tight young pussy griping his cock.

I was almost at the height of arousal as he pumped his throbbing member as deep as he could inside me, when he abruptly stopped to flip me over. He slammed his hard cock deep inside me, I couldn’t even make a rational thought let alone a sound. He grabbed my towel with was still underneath me by both ends making it taunt agianst my underside forcing all of him inside me. He did this with such force that it raise my entire body with each thrust, making a satisfying “slap”.

He grunted with pleasure and effort, I could feel the sweat from his brow falling on my back.

“You like being fucked hard,” He said between grunt. I could tell he was saying this more for himself than actually inquiring about my likes and wants , so I let my moans answer.

I could feel another orgasm building up and his tempo quickened. I held my breasts in my hands and lay my head on the table taking his pumps and moaning with pleasure. The first wave hit and my back arched he let go of the towel and ran his hands up my body and firmly gripped my breasts. I felt weak with pleasure and he pressed my body agianst his still pumping his fat cock in me.

He must have been near his peak as well, I think the sensation of me cumming all over his cock did it for him. I could his body go rigid as he cock pumped his juice into me. He held me close as he rocked with his orgasm. When he let go I floated back onto the table , spent but extremely satisfied. He withdrew slowly making sure not to spill his seed.

“I’ll be right back” he said he said stroking my soft hair. he adjusted himself and pulled his pants back on. He held me close to him , brushing my hair back so he could kiss my shoulder.

“Don’t go anywhere, okay”

I nodded and wrapped my towel around me. He gave my booty playful slap, before walking out the door.

I waited a moment before peaking my head into the hallway. When I saw he was nowhere to be found I skidaddled my black ass back to the sauna where my sister was. I would have run but the experience left me so sore I was penguin walking by the time I got back to her.

“Shit, took you long enough , you fucking baby. It couldn’t possible still hurt.” She said sipping some cool water.

“What the hell took you so long?” she asked.

“Nothing,” I said as I added more water to the hot stones.

She shrugged and continued to relax. We ended the day with manicures and pedicures. The whole time she was completely unaware as to how awesome her birthday present really was.

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