A Few Years Too Late

Yeah, OK, a fail to suck day. I haven't had one of those in awhile.
Don't let me bring you down but... let's just stop there. Don't let me
bring you down.

When I lived in that great hole-in-the-ground that is southwest Ohio
(The underground mall: the best deal in town is in a hole in the ground)
I spent a little too much time across the river in Cincinnati's
dirty-minded kissin' cousin, Newport Kentucky. TD's was my favorite but
good stuff could happen all over the place, if you let it. I let a lot
of it happen.

I had been avoiding Newport based on a previous trip years before.
Skanky fat-ass trailer-park strippers and skanky fat-ass trailer park
customers are just not my thing. I went back across the river after an
invitation by a net-savvy dancer at TD's who had a really sweet ass. I
didn't find that out until I got there, of course, but it turned out to
be true. This was my introduction to Newport-style b-drinking. Someone
always asks "what is b-drinking"? The answer is you buy the lady a drink
and stuff happens. Drinks come in all sizes from $10 to $150. The bigger
the drink the longer she stays 'cause it takes longer to consume.
Sometimes something nice happens, sometimes it don't. Sometimes tipping
is involved, sometimes it ain't.

With Ms. really sweet ass (MsRSA) stuff happened. She wasn't shy, I
wasn't shy, I was happy. I spent a few nights with my fingers in the
honey-pot and her hand on the stick-shift. MsRSA liked to cum. She liked
to call me up at work and ask computer questions. She liked to cum. She
was a little nutty but in a good way.

Then I ran into a woman who really cleaned my clock. I was waiting for
MsRSA one night, sitting at the bar, and she comes up and starts
chatting me up. I had been chatted up before but this woman was good,
she was *affectionate*. She stroked my hair, stroked my chest, nuzzled
my neck. I'm such a sucker for that shit. It was nice. She had the most
beautiful, thick auburn hair and a come-fuck-me accent. Ms. come fuck me
accent (MsCFMA). I was hooked.

I went back a few night later when I knew MsRSA wouldn't be working.
MsCFMA was on stage and she, too, had a delicious rear-end and nice
small tits with what turned out to be extremely sensitive nipples. I sit
stage side and when she spies me she comes for the tip, pulling aside
her thinner than a red cunt hair g-string for a peak at the gates. My
head swam from the beer-pussy combination. When she gets off stage she
immediately sits next to me, takes my hand, and puts it right on her
pussy. From everything I know about women and vaginal secretions
(haw-haw) she is horny. She even says as much, which I, a hardened
strip-club veteran by then, immediately discount. The approach is
unique, though, so after giving her originality points, combined with
the fact that I already had the serious hots for her, and the fact that
my dick is hard, I agree that sitting together over a cocktail would be
lovely.

There was no lap-dancing there. You sat at tables with your drinks and
interact. Bigger drinks get you a more secluded spot way back in the
black-out section. We sit. We get our drinks. MsCFMA starts undoing my
belt. "I have to suck your cock right now." I, complete PL that I am,
almost spit on myself. I am so fucking smooth. I like the idea but tell
her that she better kiss me first or I will feel like a cheap slut. We
make out. And make out. And make out some more. There are those
sensitive nipples to deal with. I do. There is a sensitive clit to deal
with. I do that, too. I end up fingering her pussy through 2 big drinks
and she, a woman who knows how to enjoy herself, cums about a half-dozen
times. I know she's having fun because she is drinking
r-e-a-l-l-y-s-l-o-w-l-y. The two drinks take about 2 hours to get
through which, in that place, is an eternity. Finally, determination
showing through her gritted teeth, she gets my pants down and my cock in
her mouth.

I'd been blown before. In fact, I insist on an occasional BJ with all my
partners because I like to spend a lot of time eating pussy; a lot of
time. Fair *is* fair. MsCFMA knew her way around the head of a cock.
After about five minutes of this mouth to organ tete-a-tete I blow like
I don't think I have ever blown. I decided immediately that I had better
have an MD check to make sure she hadn't sucked my testicles up through
the end of my dick. You can't be too careful when it comes to your
reproductive system. It was 30 minutes before I could walk to my car.

It goes on like that for 6 months or so. I go in and we sit for hours,
me fingering and, despite the really uncomfortable position it takes to
accomplish it, eating her. She tastes sweet and musky, like a woman
should. She jerking and blowing me. Sweet mystery of life.

Eventually I get a little too disturbed over my blatantly commercialized
sex life and start to taper off my visits. Eventually her live-in BF
gets an idea that more than dancing might be going on over there.
Eventually TD's is shut down in a Newport vice raid. Eventually I move
away to the great white north. Eventually, I remember those times, her
head bobbing up and down in my lap, the conversations, her screaming
orgasms, fondly. Eventually, I get a job with the circus biting the
heads off of chickens and running security for the hoochy-coochy
dancers.

I'm on the road a lot but at least the food is fresh.

--
SADC
Special Agent Dale Cooper "That's damn good coffee"