The shop assistant and the dummy (part II)

As quick as he can he drops me down and turns me round to fuck me from behind, my hands on the wall, his hands on my body - one on my tit, the other on my clit- his dick is very hard and strong inside my pussy. He is fucking me faster and faster as he make me shout

– Cock me boy, cock me!.

For a while he push me forward and slap strongly my arse. As he is close to coming he slaps me harder and harder I feel my arse as if it were on fire. He realises that the sound of his hands against my ass turn me hotter, He is coming he can’t control himself. Therefore he push me again a little bit more and takes me by my hairs....

- Hummmm !! he moans.

- I know he is coming as a beast ,at the same time he suddenly pulls me back to him by my hair, he have reached the climax so do I.

- You have been a naughty girl -he add!

We both have came. And once, we recover our strength we fuck around the whole shopping, everywhere, every section. I do like the washing machine......

The lesson: How many CK boxer should I buy to have a Scooby’s dummy fucking me like that every night? Oh boy! I even would pay them with my soul.

Now on Lucy's blog...

As Lucy loved my post Sailor Women II she has invited me to post in her blog. Although I haven't had enough time this week to do all my stuff, I did try to satisfy her requeriments...

These is the draft I have sent to her and it is pending of aproval.... Let's see what is going to happen. Will I pass my exam as a sex blogger??

THE SHOP ASSISTANT AND THE DUMMY (Part I)

During this week I’ve been working in the shopping in afternoon shift. I don’t know if it is my lack of sex or if I do really miss so much Scooby, but each time I go through the underwear men section there is a dummy that remind me him, it is tall, slim like him but specially it has the quality of make horny just looking at it.

To be more exact the dummy is on a very expensive pair of CK boxer – Oh, my God!! My mouth is watering just imagining how sexy they’d fit on Scooby’s body and how yummy his dick would look in it. I would buy dozens of them for him if he would allow to take them of from his body using my teeth.

Anyway, as the Crazygirl I am, I have started to have sexual fantasies with Scooby’s dummy and I imagine myself as a shop assistant on black long knee skirt, black top and high heels who every night before leave the shop uses to change the underwear worn by the dummies of her section – of course, underwear men. One night while I am dressing up my favourite dummy – the Scooby’s dummy- this comes to life. Oh God!! This is unbelievable!! I am scared but at the same time excited.

Then, before I can react and do any movement the naked dummy grab me strongly to take close to him

– Tonight is my night!! I will do that you always do to me - He says on my ear.

So, he rapidly takes my top of and rip my skirt and panty, he lift me up till his waist which I surround it with my legs then he starts to fuck me madly against the wall.

to be continue ....

Morgan, who caused me a night of insomnia....

Few days ago I met on the web a sex bloger young girl called Lucy. she's a casual dating girl and reading through her blog made me wonder why another girls can do what I want but I am not able to do. I am pretty sure this girl must be at least 5 years younger than me but her experience exceeds mine by ages.

Sadly for me, during my life I have had just one casual sex date, this fact plus my unsatisfied horniness and my lack of experience make me a quite stupid frustrated bitch, all because I use to associate sex with love.

Back to my point, this casual date was a complete fraud (more for my casual lover than for me). One friday night and as a response to my petitions - I had had a very bored long period by that time - I asked my friend to take me out and to find someone to me to have a good time (it translate good sex. So, she in company of her friend and her friend's friend Morgan pick me up at home after work to go for a beer and to play billiards for a while.

Nothing interesting had happened between Morgan and I, we were just a pair of unknown people trying to break the ice. Three hours later, all of them had drunk a couple of beers and I had had two glasses of orange juice; I needed to be aware about what was going to happen, I knew that I would be fucked by a 47-year-old, white skin, green eyes, well gifted with huge arms and nice legs man - at that time I wondered how great it would be his dick.

Finally, we went together to my friend's place. - Are you sure you wanna do that? She asked me. Yes! I need some action - I replied. Then, she went to her room with her friend and Morgan and I went to the other one, we took of our clothes and went to bed, we have some chat and as we were talking Morgan started to touch my body and then to finger me hardly. He put one finger inside me later one more - I was so wet that we both seemed to be in a flooded bed - so, he kissed my neck then my tits, he did desperately like a very insane man biting and biting my nipples, he licked and kissed and caressed them with his tongue, then bite and did all these things once more and again and again.
Oh my God! - It was the only time I have been afraid of a man eating my tits, I really thought he was going to swallow them- our bodies lying down on bed, my tits in his mouth, his two fingers going go-out from my pussy. I was nearly coming therefore I put my left leg in his left shoulder he fingered faster and that's it! I wildly came, but I still owed him such a intense orgasm then we fucked till he came and he took his time to do it.

what happened after it was frustrating, we didn't fuck again however he asked for that we could sleep neither. Whit the sunrise he took me back home leaving me nice memories about him - he was a Lord, kind, respectfull and gentleman- and my tits and pussy pained.

The lesson: Spending a whole night with the wrong person it will cause you a insonmnia night, even if you have had a good fucking. That was the fist time I was on bed with a man the whole night and so far it has also been the last. Hopefully I will have better luck next time - and for sure my lover too.

On fire...!!

Desperately I need sex. I am feeling like fucking and sucking right now. I mean I need real sex nor play with myself neither with my sex toy. I need to feel somebody else’s hands on me, his tongue licking any place on my body and his finger inside me exploring my G-spot, making me come thousands times at once. I need someone touching my breast licking, sucking and biting it whilst he is wildly screwing me, I need to refresh my own hot body with someone heat, I need someone telling me at ear how much desirable I am, how great it is fuck with me.

Shit!! It has been too much time with no sex, with no kisses, with nothing, it has been more than five months. Oh God, if something really exciting doesn’t happen in the next days I think I will turning from crazy to insane, I will became psyco and maybe I will rape the first man I find on the street.

The lesson: In fact there is something else more than sex what I am looking for. I want to be loved and the same time I am having a great fuck. Where is the fireman I need to calm this fire?

Sailor women (Part II)

So I pull down his pants and desperatly tear down his underwear as an starving looking for food. I take his dick in my hands and softly I caress it rubbing it till makes it strains up then just on my knees I try to reach it with my mouth, so my tongue is trying to cover it all, I lick time by time from the head till his balls. Oh, God!! the ships movement from side to side makes the experience a fight for keeping myself in my place and finish that I start.

Wow!! what a beautiful scene. His dick has grown up beautifly, I kiss it and then I slide it into my mouth, I can neither breath its head is on my throat, I furiosly suck and suck and suck once, twice, three times. I lick, kiss and suck while one of my hands is playing with his balls. He is almost mine. I am excited, my pants are wet - so wet. He has one hand on the rudder and the other is in my head caressing my hair, but he cant control himself so he push my head against his hips. I can feel it He is nearly coming so fastly he throws me down and rip my panty, jumps on me putting his dick inside me and stars to screw me.

I dont know where is the ocean it it is inside or outside the ship, neither what it is happen around me, who is controlling the boat: I dont care. Scooby is fucking me hardly, his hands are everywhere his dick is inside me

I am on the sea of pleasure sailing...

The lesson Dreaming doesnt have any charge. So why stop doing it!!

Sailor Women (Part I)

Such a beautiful surprise I have had. By coincidence I found Scooby surfing the internet when I was trying to do my first assigment on line yesterday. We talked about many things nothing important as always but I really enjoy the chat we had. Among everything we talked about sex, very short chat which made things about fantasies.

What a pity!! I really have a bag of fantasies but shamely the only one who is on them is the stupid Scooby... I am really confused about if I am in love with him or with his dick. Anyway, there is no time and opportunity to make this fantasies come true...

Oh my God!!!! Since I talked to Scooby I havent been able to stop thinking about how it would be giving to him a blw job while he is sailing. Imagining myself being on my knees in front of his dick makes me aroused. He is taller than 185 cm and I am just 15 what means I would be nearly begging to His royal highness Scooby s Dick for let my mouth be his throne for a while.

Oh, yes!! This is the perfect image. He is standing up in front of the rudder, as usual his legs are pretty separated one from other. I on my sailor disguise (very small white short and a sexy blouse with a deep neckline - not to much - that allow Scooby has a great view of my boobs) slipping on all fours into his legs. Then as a wild cat I place myself in front of his dick surprising him. He looks down at me and becauses He can read what I want without any word and using his eyes, he tells me Do it!! It is all yours!!

..... To be continued

Hurra for the 13th of July

Every one has a favourite number to which one uses to associate lucky or fortune - sometimes unlucky events.

In my case, it is not number, to be more exact it is a specific date 13th of july. This is not my country's independence day neither a public holiday to celebrate a national hero's deed. This is the day when three men from my list were born Scooby (1973), Darious (1974) and Coco (1976).

In my very humble opinion and bearing the past and recent events in mind, it should be banned this day in the calendar as well as being born on it. I admit I am being a little bit exagerated and ungrateful person after all those men aren't monsters, psycos, serial killers or something similar, and being objectives perhaps they were my victims (ha, ha, ha, poor boys!! ask them how difficult it was for them to get of rip of me).

So, I will add two new elements to my history - or stories - and Let me introduce Coco and Darious. (Scooby is another question).

COCO

We grew up together as we used to lived in the same neighbourhood, the same street and nearly at the same house (ha, ha, :-)). He was my first love, the first guy i kissed. My feelings for him had the quality of the real first love: Purity, naivety and a lot of expectation.

At that time, I was convinced he would be my husband (such a naive girl I was having ideas about marriage, maybe I was already crazy). As my others boys Coco was talented, dancing and singing were his passion, but definitly I rather prefered his talent for dancing - maybe influenced by the popular thought inside my culture that great dancers are always great lovers. Shit! Just now I realise I missed out a very good fucker!!

The best, the worst, the sex.

The best

Living the emotion of first love.

The worst

He was so cruel to me. For few weeks I didn't have any new of him, so I was worried about him. We used to meet even for few minutes every day just to let know each other everuthing was Ok, but he disapperaed for two weeks and none had any idea what had happened. After look for him desperatly I finally met him (what a big mistake)

- Are you ok what happened to you I hant seen you for a while- I asked

- I am ok. But I dont want to talk to you any more. - He replied

- Why? - I asked

- Game over. I was playing but I got tired. You were just a toy, a counter. - He blatantly answered

As I say in spanish "Me senti como un culo... " (I felt myself like an ass, nothing good, of course) Great way to finish my first love story. I was devastated!! It was so painful too.

That is was the end of the story but the beginning of my career as a colector of frustrated relationships with men.

The sex

Fortunately, we didn't have sex. Although Coco was my first love he wasn't my first lover and that is something I don't regret.

My first time was simply beautiful and I think Coco was not the rigth person for that. He asked me many times to have sex, but I was a little girl, I was prepared to have my first boyfriend but not to have sex.

Also at that time I was a differente person from who i am now, my expectations about marriage, sex, children, family among others were completly diferent from nowadays. I believed in virginity and have sex just with your husband. I was a child with a bag of illusions that he destroyed because of fun

The lesson: Love is a game that is only funny if you are not the toy to play with.

DARIOUS

I really have no emotional relationship with Darious. We met in the school and I thought he was into my korean classmate. I was thinking in other man, so I had no eyes, neither hear or any sense for other person.

I loved a man I wanted to forget about plus I hadn't had sex for long time., and such a stupid girl I was .(what's the hell you don forget how a man touches you because another one is coming to fuck you) Darious was there looking for some action, he was smart, friendly and that's it.

He asked me - you wanna fuck?

and after several days thinking of it, my answer was

- Yes!! Why not..? - I thought.

So we did.

We didn't have any interest in common neither a friend. The story was very short (for me too long) thank God.

The worst

We were using each other as a sexual toy. In addition Darious was married. I knew that months later from our " fucking session " but I think if he would have let me know that before I had found very exciting having sex with him. But the worst was how much I hurt myself, I am not like some of my friends who have sex with whoever they meet in a nightclub. I am not like them (but I would like to be) so the only I got it was so much pain and betray myself, my feelings, my believes and even my body.

The sex

We had sex just once. It wasn't something special on the contrary it was pretty disgusting. We didn't kiss and caress each other. No hugs or something similar. Literally we fucked as a wild animals and because we didn't have another option. I mean no other person.

I didnt enjoy I didn't even come. The situation was quite frustrating for both of us I was the whole time thinking of another man. We were doing doggy style, he was on my back and just when he came he pull me back by my hair very strongly that I thought I lost my long hair. My head pained for a while but at the same time this was the only pleasant moment I had that stupid afternoon, a delighted moment just one that made me change my sexual fantasy.

So, when we finished I run to take a quick shower, he asked to go with me.

- No way. Are you crazy, man? - It was my answer

Poor guy! Sorry, but indeep he deserved it, he made me feel like his inflatable doll.

Few days later, I looked for Darious a couple of time to ask him for sex again -of course,
the answer was not. There was not atraction between us - but I confess that my real objective was have the same sensation I had when he pull me by my hair. I felt as I would have been punished but the punishment gave me pleasure. I started to find pain very delightful.

The Lesson: Don't fuck with someone you don't like. If you need some sexual action it is better use your sex toy, It would be more satisfactory.