the penis to lose sensation. Now the pressure is on and I feel like I can’t cum.
Dammit. This calls for desperate measures because I plan on cumming. Right the hell now.
I pull out and hold my dick in my hand.
The girl spins around to face me. Her grille is definitely not hot. She’s got thin, high jutting cheekbones and even thinner, pale lips. Her hair is black and stringy. Teeth are a mess, she could have used some serious braces in her teen years. But I’m no dentist, even if she is going to be spitting in a few seconds like I’m her dental hygienist.
I start jerking my sausage aggressively at her face.
“You going to cum, baby?” she asks, feigning interest.
“Yup. I just need you to do something.”
“What do you want me to do, you want me to let you fuck my tits?”
I glance down at those drooping bags of slop. “No. Something a little more creative.”
“Creative?” Her forehead crinkles again.
“I want you to pretend to be Chinese.”
“Chinese?”
“And I want you to ask me if I need my shirt dry-cleaned.”
“Dry cleaned? You must be joking.”
“I’m not joking. Just do the accent. Broken Chinese accent, and talk to me about dry cleaning.”
“No.”
“Please, baby. Otherwise we’ll be here all night and we both want me to finish, right?”
She seems unsure. “Maybe we should just call it a night.”
I’m still working my dick over. I haven’t given up. “Just try it. It’s a little fun role play.”
“Me being a Chinese woman at a dry cleaner turns you on?”
“Hell, yeah. It’s hot. Everyone has their fetish, right?”
She sighs. “I guess.”
“Please baby. Just give it a try.”
“You need your clothes dry clean?” she says, a bit hesitantly. The accent is shit but she’s trying.
“Now…squint…your fucking eyes up. Like a Chinese bitch.” My breath is coming in short spurts. “Fuck yeah.”
She does as told. Squints her eyes. “You need shirt clean? Clean? Today?”
“Hell yeah. Good. Keep going.”
“I—I don’t know what else to say—“
“Improvise.” I jerk faster. My hand is a blur. “Improvise.”
“Ah soooo….You cum now. Put dick in my mouth….ahhhhhh….” she opens her mouth wide. For some reason—even though she’s not really sticking with the dry cleaning theme that I specified—this is enough to get me to blow my stack.
A long rope of white cum splatters directly into her mouth and on her tongue.
She jumps forward and her mouth inhales my cock like a hungry woman at Fenway eating a ballpark frank. I jizz enough to choke a horse but she gets it down like a pro.
“Nicely done,” I say.
The cat suddenly hops up on the bed right next to us and swishes its tail.
The girl wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and smiles at me like I just proposed and she’s bashfully accepted.
“Are you staying over?” she asks.
“I don’t think so. I need to be back at work in about sixteen hours, so…” I get up and put my pants back on, grab my coat.
“Maybe I’ll see you again next week—“ she says.
I slam the door shut, cutting off her voice and head down the stairs as fast as my feet will carry me. This is one of those experiences I won’t soon return to. It’s going into deep freeze—way, way down, and I doubt I’ll ever exhume the memory.
My rolodex for jerk off fantasies is pretty full, this is one night I don’t plan on reminiscing about any time soon.
***
When I get home, there’s a light on in the house.
“Shit.” I stand outside and look in, knowing full well that Nana is inside, and when she sees me coming in this late it could get ugly. She knows all too well what I get up to this time of night.
I arm myself mentally for battle and go inside.
Nana is sitting in her usual spot, the easy chair, watching an old Mary Tyler Moore episode on Nick at Night and knitting an afghan. When she sees me, her mouth does that pucker I’ve seen a million other times.
“Out late tonight,
Dammit. This calls for desperate measures because I plan on cumming. Right the hell now.
I pull out and hold my dick in my hand.
The girl spins around to face me. Her grille is definitely not hot. She’s got thin, high jutting cheekbones and even thinner, pale lips. Her hair is black and stringy. Teeth are a mess, she could have used some serious braces in her teen years. But I’m no dentist, even if she is going to be spitting in a few seconds like I’m her dental hygienist.
I start jerking my sausage aggressively at her face.
“You going to cum, baby?” she asks, feigning interest.
“Yup. I just need you to do something.”
“What do you want me to do, you want me to let you fuck my tits?”
I glance down at those drooping bags of slop. “No. Something a little more creative.”
“Creative?” Her forehead crinkles again.
“I want you to pretend to be Chinese.”
“Chinese?”
“And I want you to ask me if I need my shirt dry-cleaned.”
“Dry cleaned? You must be joking.”
“I’m not joking. Just do the accent. Broken Chinese accent, and talk to me about dry cleaning.”
“No.”
“Please, baby. Otherwise we’ll be here all night and we both want me to finish, right?”
She seems unsure. “Maybe we should just call it a night.”
I’m still working my dick over. I haven’t given up. “Just try it. It’s a little fun role play.”
“Me being a Chinese woman at a dry cleaner turns you on?”
“Hell, yeah. It’s hot. Everyone has their fetish, right?”
She sighs. “I guess.”
“Please baby. Just give it a try.”
“You need your clothes dry clean?” she says, a bit hesitantly. The accent is shit but she’s trying.
“Now…squint…your fucking eyes up. Like a Chinese bitch.” My breath is coming in short spurts. “Fuck yeah.”
She does as told. Squints her eyes. “You need shirt clean? Clean? Today?”
“Hell yeah. Good. Keep going.”
“I—I don’t know what else to say—“
“Improvise.” I jerk faster. My hand is a blur. “Improvise.”
“Ah soooo….You cum now. Put dick in my mouth….ahhhhhh….” she opens her mouth wide. For some reason—even though she’s not really sticking with the dry cleaning theme that I specified—this is enough to get me to blow my stack.
A long rope of white cum splatters directly into her mouth and on her tongue.
She jumps forward and her mouth inhales my cock like a hungry woman at Fenway eating a ballpark frank. I jizz enough to choke a horse but she gets it down like a pro.
“Nicely done,” I say.
The cat suddenly hops up on the bed right next to us and swishes its tail.
The girl wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and smiles at me like I just proposed and she’s bashfully accepted.
“Are you staying over?” she asks.
“I don’t think so. I need to be back at work in about sixteen hours, so…” I get up and put my pants back on, grab my coat.
“Maybe I’ll see you again next week—“ she says.
I slam the door shut, cutting off her voice and head down the stairs as fast as my feet will carry me. This is one of those experiences I won’t soon return to. It’s going into deep freeze—way, way down, and I doubt I’ll ever exhume the memory.
My rolodex for jerk off fantasies is pretty full, this is one night I don’t plan on reminiscing about any time soon.
***
When I get home, there’s a light on in the house.
“Shit.” I stand outside and look in, knowing full well that Nana is inside, and when she sees me coming in this late it could get ugly. She knows all too well what I get up to this time of night.
I arm myself mentally for battle and go inside.
Nana is sitting in her usual spot, the easy chair, watching an old Mary Tyler Moore episode on Nick at Night and knitting an afghan. When she sees me, her mouth does that pucker I’ve seen a million other times.
“Out late tonight,
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