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Subject: {ASSM} "Foibles" (MF cheat) by Creampie Eater
Date: Thu, 24 Oct 2002 20:10:02 -0400
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DISCLAIMER:

This is a story about sex between consenting adults.
If you are not an adult, you cannot consent, even to
read this story. Therefore, read something else. 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.

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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.

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