Titt For Tat

Titt For Tat
Deep-Throat Revelations

I’ve been on two dates with this guy PonziBoy. It was definitely time to reward his good behavior.
You know what that means: blow job time!

I’m a pretty skinny girl, a pear shape to be exact; I have a very slim upper body and a wider hip. But I always wanted to have an hourglass shape, you know, à la Jayne Mansfield with a full bosom and ample hips. Well, you don’t always get what you wish for, I got small boobies and a big ass.

To give Mother Nature a boost and counter act my imbalance, I’ve resorted to prosthetics: push-up bras filled with water, silicone or foam. It takes my little Bs to round Cs. I found these awesome silicone boobs; they look like slabs of raw chicken meat. I stuff them into my bra and voila, I’m an hourglass shape. They feel so gooey soft, just what I imagine Jenna Jameson’s tittas must feel like.

So, I’m on this date with PonziBoy, we have a yummy cheese and meat plate at rose Water, great wine and even better conversation. He drives me home and we park under the broken street lamp on my block. It’s make out time. We kiss and moan, nibble on each other’s lips, he strokes my neck and back, suck on his earlobe and huskily breath into his ear. He goes for the boobs and I playfully slap his hand away with a, “you bad boy.” He’s hard, a sign that he will be receptive to my later advances of sodomizing and spanking.

I’m ready to choke his turkey and go in for the kill by stroking his bulge. “Introduce me to your friend,” I order.
Corny? You bet, but come on, he is a guy! Have you ever heard the dialogue in pornos? Keep it simple for stupid.
He slides open his belt, undoes his buttons and presents a perfect, uncircumcised cock for my viewing pleasure.
I get on my knees in the passenger seat and lean over to his throb-rod.

Tip for my ladies: smell before you swallow! If his hygiene is lacking, giggle, give his tip a little kiss and get your head the fuck out of there. Never waste your time on dirty dick!

He’s impeccable; his cock smells like Dove soap and urine – heavenly. I part my lips and go at it, I forget my surroundings and bob, rotate, swivel, duck, gag, suck, nibble – the whole spiel. It’s my fave part of making out after all.
He has become a shapeless form attached to a beautiful, erect penis; it’s all about Mr. Cock and me now.

Frenzied, panting, ecstatic, I forget about my faux boobs. I guess they feel neglected because as I’m going down for some deep-throating one of them decides to vacate my bra and fall in between the seats. I almost fucking bit off his cock, but the blow must go on.

So, while I’m steadily bobbing, I reach down and try to find my runaway body part. He’s moaning and I know that he’s about to blow, but I need to find that slab of fake meat first. With my right hand I grab the bottom part of his shaft and squeeze hard to prevent him from O’ing, with the left I finger the floor under my seat.

There it is, lodged between his seat and the gear shift. “You little motherfucker,” I murmur and grab it. I guess he thought that I was talking to his cock because his dick starts throbbing and his ooze hits the back of my throat. As he squirts the rest of his load into my mouth I slip the silicone into my bra, sit upright, wipe my mouth with my hand and smack my lips with pleasure.

We’re both visibly relieved, he that he just got a blow job from a crazy chick after only 3 dates, me that I just lost my dignity but not my titt.

Lesson learned:
Love yourself the way you are and don’t waste your skills on scum. (Yeah, he hasn’t called me back yet)