Happy Birthday, Stranger (in a Strange and Happy Land) [CAW Entry] - Sex Stories

Happy Birthday, Stranger (in a Strange and Happy Land) [CAW Entry]

... to the headboard, so I could lean against that. "Now, boyfriend, the bitch queen wants you to come, the quicker you come, the more pleased the bitch queen will be." This was going to be easy, I'd been having difficulty not coming for a while, even when just eating her. She started blowing me, and giving me a handjob at the same time. That was really quite efficient, I came in no time. I was was primed and ready and just exploded. It was totally shattering. It felt like I was coming in gallons, when I'd finished I slid down the headboard and came to rest in a heap on the bed, rocking gently on the waves. I heard giggling, I looked in her direction, "What's so funny." She was down on her haunches, thick streams of come coating her face and boobs, slowly going clear and dripping down. "I've never known so much come, and it's all for me." She giggled again. I just smiled weakly at her from my heap. "Would you like to lick it up, boyfriend?" Before I came, I'm sure that idea would have had great merit. "At the moment, I think I just want to lie here and recover." I straightened myself out a bit so I could lie more comfortably. "Though if the bitch queen wanted me to, I'm sure I could manage something." "The bitch queen is quite satisfied, and needs a shower." With that she got unsteadily off the bed and went to the shower, leaving me lying there. I was happy, though maybe slightly disappointed the bitch queen didn't make me lick it up. But really I was past caring about most ...

... things and just floated happy. She insisted I shower after that, probably a good thing, then we just cuddled, naked, for the rest of the evening and idly watched some of the porn. Neither of us was in the mood for anything more adventurous by then. — We got up bright an early the next morning and set out back to Santa Barbara. The precious jewel of sunrise was just showing itself as we set out. The traffic was bad, we got the rush hour most of the way through LA. We didn't particularly care, we had the sun beating down on us, and the wind in our hair (when we could get moving). We made it to Santa Barbara mid morning and I dropped off Dawn at the same Denny's. I gave her one of my cards, one I'd printed all my personal contact info on the back. "If you ever want to make the boyfriend thing permanent, call me, or even temporary, I'm not proud." Disregarding the eighty percent of wisdom which is not to butt into other people's business, I asked, "Even if you don't want a boyfriend, if I can help with what you're running away from, give me a call." There's my compulsion again. "If you need anyone warned off, or beaten up, or whatever." That was bravado on my part, but if she'd asked I'd work something out. I was quite smitten. She laughed. "You're so sweet George." Then got out of the car. Unfortunately I never saw Dawn, or the bitch queen, again, except in my imagination. The bitch queen particularly was in my imagination a lot. I never knew who George was, or why Dawn was running ...