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Note also that my stories may portray sexual acts that are not necessarily safe. Since you are an adult reading this, you know it. Even so, caveat lector. NOTES: Check out my archive at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/creampie/www Also, you can join my Yahoo eGroup called "Creampiestories". Fans and aficionados discuss creampies and post stories. I post my stuff there first, to sorta test the waters. :) The URL is: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/creampiestories As always, comments can be sent the old-fashioned way to CreampieStories@yahoo.com. I adore comments, good and bad, but rarely receive them. Why not send comments today to the authors you read on ASS and ASSM, including me? Note too that this story, like all my stories, is Copyright (C) 2002 by Creampie Eater. All Rights Reserved. No commercial posting is allowed. Please drop me a note asking permission to post on your personal web site. No modification whatsoever is allowed. Foibles ------- Most of you are aware of my foibles. I don't even try to hide them, and believe it or not my stories do actually reflect me, fiction or not. Perhaps the hardest idiosyncrasy for me to talk about is my fetish for bobs. I mean, writing about sticking my face in a cum-drenched twat is a lot easier than discussing my compulsive attraction to this stupid hairstyle. For one thing, licking sperm is far more common. For another, admitting my ridiculous fetish opens me up to, er, ridicule. But this past week something happened that was a direct result to this urge. Maybe writing about it will free me of the demons that the bob fetish conjures. I was on a business trip, staying at a decent hotel. This hotel has a dark lounge area, but not so dark that you can't sit there and scope out the fairer sex whilst imbibing an adult beverage. So I was doing just that, having finished the free beer they give you every night and another to boot, when in walks a decidedly average woman. There was nothing particularly striking about the woman. She was dressed in the casual clothes we all wear when we are winding down after a long day. Her figure was "plush", somewhere above "fit" but still below "ample." It was what you expect from a woman in her mid-forties, which I guessed her to be. She wasn't wearing much makeup, and was OK looking but not quite pretty. However, I sat up in my seat because she was--you guessed it--sporting a bob. Not just any bob, mind you, but the kind I notice. She had cute bangs that curled under and a center part. The honey "blonde" hair fell just below her chin, and was curled under to form a rounded edge around her head. She saw me look thrice, and looked shyly down and away, tucking one side of her hair behind her ear. I was hooked. I love that hair-tuck thing, dammit. She sat at a table where I would have to turn around to view. I honestly tried to ignore her presence, but the compulsion of a fetish overrides sensibility. I looked casually once, and saw her looking at me. I quickly looked away. When I looked again, she was studding the foam on her own beer, then she looked up and caught me ogling. Now, I am definitely not a ladies man. I am actually kinda shy, and while I am a good talker and storyteller, I am the world's worst at approaching people. I suck at cocktail parties where I don't know anyone. Normally, I admire women but never approach them. So, I don't know why I picked that night to speak up. "Do you mind if I join you?" I asked, when she caught me the third time. She looked around, as if checking to see if I was talking to her. Suspicious, she replied, "I guess...." It wasn't a promising start, but rather than shrug it off I decided to make it an opportunity. I sat down and introduced myself, then learned her name was Erin. I shook her hand, finding myself amazed at how soft and warm it was. I didn't really feel attracted to her, beyond her bobbed 'do, so I took it dreadfully slow. We talked about a lot of stuff, from work (she sells IT software) to politics (thank God she's not a smarmy Democrap) to children (she has two). Overall, I enjoyed just talking to her. "Are you here for a while?" I asked, and when she looked puzzled, I continued, "Would you like to have dinner tomorrow?" "I would," she apologized, "but I have a big presentation the day after tomorrow and I need to prepare." "Can't you prepare after dinner?" I pressed. "I would, but I have an appointment to get my haircut during dinner time..." she shrugged. That's when things took a change for the... different. "You have beautiful hair," I blurted, out of nowhere, really. She blushed. From the look on her face, she had heard something in the tone of my voice. She paused just a moment to flick her hair back behind her ear. "Thanks," she said. "My husband doesn't like it." "He's an ass," I said, probably too forcefully. "I'm sorry," I apologized, "I shouldn't have said that." "Well, its true enough," she allowed, brushing aside my apology as unnecessary. "Besides, I want to look good for the big presentation." I nodded mutely, then drained my beer. I caught the eye of the bartendress, then looked back at Erin. "Have time for another?" I asked. I wanted to salvage my pride after the stupid blurt about her hair. "Sure, why not?" she smiled. I was struck at how pretty she seemed when she smiled. I held up my glass and two fingers, the universal signal for two more beers. The girl behind bar nodded and grabbed two glasses. I turned my attention back to Erin, who was looking at me strangely. "Do you really like my hair?" she asked softly, clearly hoping that I did. I got an erection. "Yes," I said, flushing. I was ashamed and enormously turned on at the same time. "What do you like about it?" she asked, now understanding she was pushing one of my buttons. Unable to control myself, I told her what I liked so much about her hair. Somehow, the words flowed out of me, like they are wont to do when I am drinking. I stopped when the beers were delivered, but then I sensed she wanted me to go on. "Wow," she smiled, pleased. "You do like my hair." She looked me in the eyes. "Have you always been like this?" "So strange?" I said, embarrassed. "So eloquent. So observant. So..." she paused for the right word, "erotic." I actually laughed. "You have no idea," I sniggered. "Tell me," she demanded. She practically stamped her foot. I explained how I wrote erotica as a hobby, and she was surprised. Then, she said she wasn't that surprised, given how I could use so many adjectives in the description of her hair. We both laughed at that, and somehow my fetish became OK to discuss. We talked for quite a while about my erotica, and she asked how I came up with ideas. She wanted to read some of it, and I wrote down my web address so she could do so without me getting all embarrassed about it. I didn't tell her about my focus on creampies, not really wanting to scare her off with another unusual pursuit. Finally, she asked, "So, how would you cut my hair?" Then I was off to the races again, hopelessly aroused and verbose and passionate. At one point, she let me touch her hair to show her the length I would go (not much shorter!). The texture of her hair was even better than it had looked. Good Lord, I about creamed my shorts. She found it amusing, and yet arousing too, I thought. "You really do like my hair," she smiled, noticing my red face. I couldn't speak, only nod. She took my hand in hers, leaned forward conspiratorially, and asked "Have you ever made love with a bobbed woman?" We were in her room a few minutes later. Breathlessly, we undressed, watching each other as each new piece of flesh was revealed. "Do you want me to suck you?" she asked, clearly hoping I would desire her to do that. I nodded, but she continued exciting me with 'hot talk'. "Why don't I do it over here"--indicating the floor next to the mirror--"and you can watch my hair swaying back and forth..." The truth is that I had always wanted to watch that. The further truth is that I didn't last very long, overly excited at the culmination of a secret fantasy. Erin was a good sport, letting me cum into her mouth while I watched her hair bob back and forth. Then, I can say I honestly surprised her by helping her stand and kissing her deeply, exploring her cum-flavored mouth. "Oh my," she panted, "I've never had a man want to kiss me after I blew them." "Hmmm, I think you should read my stories," I chuckled. "There's more I like to do." "What do you mean?" she asked as I led her to the bed. "Tell me!" She would have stamped her foot had she not been toppled backward onto the bed, with me diving between her legs. I spent a nice long time licking at her well-used pussy. She was a natural girl, with a furry pussy. I gently spread the hairs apart, then made oral love to her. She had a nice big clit in addition to her womanly lips, and I was glad to see she didn't suffer from vaginal dryness. Proper attention to the right areas resulted in her cumming hard. "Damn, that was nice," she stated, blowing out the words as she caught her wind. I crawled onto the bed and layed next to her, smiling. "I love eating pussy," I told her. "MMmmmm, well, it was nice. Thanks." She took my face in her hands and we kissed passionately. She seemed to have no aversion at all to tasting her pussy juices. Eventually, she felt my hardon pressing against her thighs, and reached down to grip me. "Do you have a condom?" she asked. "No, I've given up thinking I'll ever need one," I grimaced. I used to carry them all the time in my briefcase, but they had always gone unused. She kissed me some more, while her thumb encircled my cockhead. Her thumbnail dipped slightly into my peehole, making me moan. Her tongue fucked my mouth aggressively, which I adored and caused me to moan even more. She began wimpering a little, obviously turned on that I was responding to her. "Fuck, do you have any diseases?" she asked. "No," I replied. " I give every six weeks so I know, too," I pointed out helpfully. She delayed for just a moment longer. "Then roll on your back; I want to ride your cock." Of course I did as she directed, then she straddled my legs and lowered her soppy wet pussy onto my shaft. I watched as she closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of initial penetration as much as I did. Then she opened her eyes and got down to it. She slid her crotch back and forth, grinding her clit on me instead of humping up and down to vary the penetration. I reached up to caress her, only to have Erin grip my wrists and pin my arms over my head. From this more vulnerable position, I enjoyed the sight of her breasts swinging back and forth, mere inches from my lips. Convinced I wasn't going to move, she sat up a little, tucked her hair behind her ears, and ran her hands over her own body. It was quite agonizing. Erin's breath grew ragged from the exertion and the rising excitement. "Do you like fucking me?" she asked. "Mmmmm, yessss," I groaned. "But I love that you are fucking me!" "I feel like such a fucking slut," she moaned, loving that self-image. "You are so sexy," I affirmed, which pleased her. "You just like my bob," she teased. She slid forward, letting my cock plop out, then reaching back to fondle my shaft. "That is just icing on the cake," I corrected. "Now let me fuck you," I demanded. "Oooh, yeah," she purred. I pulled my hands up and we rolled over. I slid down briefly, tonguing her open cunt, then brought a tongueful up to feed her as I re-penetrated her. "Fuck," were her last words, as I shoved her nectar into her mouth while sinking back inside. "Damn, you are so nasty," she panted a minute later. "You have no idea," I smiled, repeating my earlier statement. "What do you mean?" she asked again, "tell me what you mean." "Hmmm, how 'bout I show you," I suggested. "Mmmm, I like the sound of that," she smiled. I knew I couldn't last too long, earlier orgasm or no, so I acted rapidly. I grabbed her wrists like she had grabbed mine, pinning them up above her head. She squealed in delight, and I knew she would hold them there. I maneuvered her legs so that they were over my arms, then reached to her head to grip her bobbed hair. We both began grunting as I fucked her hard and fast. It had been a long time since I had made a bed shake, but soon it was rocking pretty well. I could hear the sound of her soaking hole slopping with my cock and balls, and the room was filled with the scent of fucking. It was a nice sweaty few minutes. Too soon, I felt my balls tighten beyond the point of no return. I couldn't help but grunt loudly as I shoved my cock deep into Erin and came hard. She encouraged me to keep cumming, generously donating her cunt as a sperm receptacle. I knew she thought I was done, but I wasn't. Almost as soon as I stopping spurting, I pulled out of her and began to slide down. Her body wanted to uncurl, for I had been tipping her body up. As I slide down, I pressed on her butt to keep her pussy in the air. She didn't speak until I pressed my face into her gooey crotch, licking her oozing orifice like it was my last meal. "Oh FUCK!" she shouted, and I briefly contemplated what her neighbors would think. That just made me feel even more nasty and wicked, and I tongue fucked her so deeply that my cheeks were splitting her lips. I simply could not imagine anything sexier that introducing the beautifully bobbed Erin to the world of having her creampie eaten by someone who loves it. She came very quickly, then again a while later, after I had slowed my assault on her cummy pussy. After her second creampie-eaten orgasm, she asked me to stop, and to just come up and kiss her. I did, and she hesitantly cleaned my face of the stray cream that was smeared across it. "You're right," she sighed agreeably, "you are nasty." She kissed me, then murmured, "I love it." We snuggled for a bit, then I made my apologies. I had to get up early. I asked her again if she didn't want to have dinner, but she again declined. I pulled on my clothes and I left to go back to my room. Rather than feel the accustomed guilt for cheating on my wife, I merely fell into my bed after shucking my clothes and feel into a very restful sleep. I was awoken at 5:15 AM by knocking on my door, 15 minutes before the alarm would have gone off. It was Erin, looking like she had come to my room right after showering. Her bob was wet still, and her face was earnest. She was wearing shorts and a T-shirt. "I'm sorry," she apologized, "but I need you to fuck me again." I hadn't ever heard that before. "Why?" I wanted to know. "I've been up all night reading your stories," she explained. Oh yeah, I had given her the web address. "I've been so fucking hot all night, and I took a shower and it didn't help. I need you to fuck me." As if to emphasize her point, she pushed me so that it was my turn to tumble onto the bed. She quickly removed her clothes then climbed on the bed. I had removed my clothes while she did hers. I of course had the beginnings of an erection (what man wouldn't?), and she quickly mounted it without waiting for full hardness. Like before, she did the work, fucking me with wild abandon. While she did, she began to beg me to cum in her. "Cum in me," she said, "then do that nasty shit." "What nasty shit?" I asked innocently (as innocently as a man being screwed wantonly can be). "That eating me afterwards shit," she said. "Do it. You love it. So, do it. Cum in me." This time, I lasted longer than before, which was not her desire. We had time for me to ask what she thought of my stories. "I loved them," she stated. "I can't believe how inventive you are!" "Did you have a favorite?" I asked, gritting my teeth against the pleasure she was giving me. I was very close. "Any of them where the lady sits on the man's face," she said. Seeing my reaction, she added, "and if you cum soon I'll sit on your face!" Whoopsy, that did it! Being hemmed in by thighs, forced to confront a draining pussy, is one of my favorite things. I came with abandon, my nuts aching and completely drained before I stopped spurting. She didn't even ask if I was ready, but slid forward to cover my mouth with her oozing cooze after turning around to face my feet. I noticed then that she had trimmed her pussy. Not shaving it, but cutting it close enough with scissors to let me have a good view of her enflamed sex organs. I had a brief glimpse, long enough only to gasp, before her crotch began all I could think about. I felt her mouth beginning to clean my cock, sucking off the remaining creampie sticking to me. She began her grinding motion, rubbing her flowing pussy up and down my face like she had ridden my cock while trying to continue sucking me. She finally gave up and sat upright, pressing her puss on my face. The scent and taste and smell and heat were intense. She didn't last long either, but soon came, her pussy burping out my own cum. Soon after, we again said our goodbyes. At my insistence, she agreed to stop by the lounge at some point to have a drink with me. Even though she couldn't be more than a brief affair, I didn't want her to be just a one-night stand. It wasn't enough that she gave me something to smile about all day. I saw Erin again that evening, as she left for her hair appointment. She didn't have time to have a drink, but took my mobile phone number so she could call me later and have me come up to see her new hairdo. I moved to the bar and chatted up the barmaid, trying to forget that Erin was getting her beautiful bob lopped off. It was maybe two hours later that she called. I was into my third beer, having interjected a "buttery nipple" shot in-between. She invited me up to the room, and the barmaid let me take a triple shot of buttery-nipples in a plastic cup, with a beer as well. I about dropped the drinks on the floor when Erin opened the door. She was, simply, the very picture of my hot button. She wore a very smart suit, black patent leather heels giving way to legs, then to a skirt, and then to a blouse and jacket. She wore pearls and looked quite business like. But from her neck up, I thought of her quite differently. It wasn't the tasteful makeup, but rather her new haircut that gave me a hard-on stronger than mere porn could do. Her hair was slightly shorter in front, having been cut to just over chin length so that the rounded ends curled under her jaw and framed her face. Her bangs, rounded under as well, completed the framing. From the sides, you could see that her hair grew slowly shorter from front to back until her neck was revealed with just a little nape showing. That too was rounded under. The back was wedged, cut very precisely. I know this is a lot of detail on so small a thing as a haircut, but my eyes noticed every damn detail. My fetish was in overdrive. "Do you like it?" she asked, seeing that I did but wanting to hear me say it. "Oh God, Erin," I whined. "You are so fucking sexy!" "I wasn't going for sexy," she laughed, but smiling enough for me to know she was pleased. "I want my clients to think I am selling them good stuff." "YOU are good stuff," I said. She chuckled, taking the drinks from my hands before I dropped them. I realized then that I was trembling. I watched her walk to the console table and set them down, following her like a puppy. She looked at me in the mirror over the console, smiled a little, then did that little tucking-the-hair-behind-the-ear thing. I lost it. I moved behind her, and began to kiss her neck. I paused to look at her in the mirror, and saw her eyes were closed with her lips parted. I went back to kissing her nape, enjoying the bristly feeling of her freshly cut hair. She chuckled throatily, amused at my eagerness and yet turned on by it too. Now, here is another odd aspect of my fetish. For some reason, looking at napes gives me the urge to perform oral sex. I get this compulsive desire to drop to my knees and press my face between the woman's ass cheeks to lick and suck pussy, ass, or both. With Erin, who had been a sex partner, I didn't even try to contain my urge. I dropped quickly to my knees and slowly pulled up her skirt. I saw that she wasn't wearing pantyhose, and I reached up to pull down her panties. She asked me to hold on lest I wrinkle her skirt, but even so she wriggled her butt at me. Such conflicting messages! I gave into my fetish and began to lick at her pussy as best I could while she struggled to remove her skirt. Finally, she got it off and I was free to spread her asscheeks and to lick wetly at her asshole. She giggled nervously, probably never having experienced having her ass eaten. Soon she was sighing and pressing her butt back at me while removing her jacket, blouse, and bra. I soon smelt her pussy juicing up, and she rocked back and forth, letting me tongue her ass. I reached forward and began massaging her clit, fucking her with my thumb. My hand soon got soaked, and shortly afterwards she was grunting and cumming on me. I stood up and began to kiss her nape again. I thought my cock would explode, I was so hard. Erin turned around and began to kiss me hard, her tongue taking control of our mouths. Then she pushed me backward, and breathlessly told me to strip. My eyes wide, I did what she said. "Lay down on the bed," she commanded, and again, I complied. "Now, here's the deal," she smiled, "I'm gonna suck your cock, but if you cum we're done. If you can last until I am ready to fuck you, you can suck your cream from me and maybe get another chance as well." Her eyes were sparkling. "Understand?" "Yes," I croaked. I didn't know how I was going to last a second, but she had given me a reason to try. She laid on the bed, and gripped the base of my cock. Then she proceeded to torture me for what seemed like an hour, bringing me close to orgasm, yet denying me. She insisted I stroke her nape, telling me how good it felt while damnwell knowing how much that simple act aroused me. Once, she thought I was too close, and she had needs too, so she mounted my face and slid up and down it. She was tremendously wet, and burying my tongue in her was hardly something to reduce my arousal. Before she went back to sucking me, she grabbed the shots of buttery nipples and dribbled it on my throbbing cock while she licked it off. Wow! It was a playful time for her, and she loved driving me crazy. Erin knew my weaknesses, because I write about them all the time. When she went back to slowly but deeply sucking me, she asked if I would like her to fingerfuck my asshole. She brushed her nails over it for emphasis, but it was yet another tease. Then she began sucking me and licking at my precum, then moving up to deeply kiss me, calling me her cock-taste lover. Good Lord! Finally, she began telling me how much she was going to enjoy feeling me exploding inside her, knowing she was going to sit her gooey pussy onto my face. This was all torture of the best kind. The final torture was the worst. She got up on one knee, and positioned my cock at her opening. Then, she lowered herself until my head was barely inside her. Pausing then, she made me tell her how I liked her new haircut until I was actually shaking with need. Only then did she sink fully onto me, and lean down to begin kissing me. But first, she muttered a lusty, "fuck me, hard." I was in that odd state where I was so excited I couldn't cum easily. It was like my cock's swelling had cut off the supply of ejaculate. Maybe you guys know what I mean. Consequently, I was able to give her a very nice sustained cunt-pounding. But for our kissing, we would have both been moaning incessently. Her pussy was red by the time I came into her. She didn't stop kissing me, although my body was yearning for oxygen. I got quite light-headed, even while shooting glob after glob of sperm deep into her vagina. It was maybe one of my biggest orgasms ever. I kept fucking her slowly, waiting for my overly-hard erection to subside, while drowsily enjoying the sloppy seconds feel. I have pretty much beaten the "post-orgasm blues". I rarely feel tired after cumming, but this time I was plain worn out. Erin, bless her, didn't care. I hadn't yet softened before she plopped off and moved up to present her gooey orifice for cleaning. "Eat my creampie," she croaked. I did. I slowly began licking her, tonguing out the draining semen/juice mix. She at first cooed at how good it felt on her sore sex, but then began whimpering in a need to cum herself. I picked up my tempo, trying to make her cum and eat the slop at the same time. The smell was very pungent, which was another form of eroticism. She began to slide up and down my mouth, grinding so that my tongue often "caught" on her clit. She let out faint gasps, and her breath grew ragged. She quivered more frequently until she went over the edge and came. Out burped the cream, a thin mixture powerfully infused with pussy juice. Damn, it was awesome! I spent the night in her room, fucking her again after she practiced her presentation. We fell asleep after she came while I cleaned her again. In the morning, she let me brush her hair for foreplay, then I piled pillows on the bed to keep her rump in the air while I licked her ass. I kissed her nape while I humped her doggy-style, then she sat on my face to drain in to my mouth. Sadly, we both checked out before we could do it again. We talked about trying to meet again, but I know we won't. Erin will always be the fulfillment of my bob fetish, and maybe writing this story about it will purge the demons from me. Then again, probably not. ---- Comments to creampiestories@yahoo.com Copyright (2) 2002 Creampie Eater __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Y! 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