Jazz Swinging Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Jazz Swinging Pt. 02

... about all I listen to anymore. Stranger yet, my pussy gets absolutely sopping wet any time I hear it, no matter where I am or what I'm doing at the time: at work, driving, at the grocery store, out having a few quiet beers, taking some sun in a backyard lawn chair, you name it.

Jazz is playing? Slutwife Christiana is suddenly wet and profoundly turned on: squirming in her seat, darting furtive looks at the men in the room, scheming and plotting silently what measures might realistically be taken to relieve her intolerable, unspoken discomfort. She swears up and down she hasn't been driven to act on the overwhelming urge yet, and maybe it's so. But we all know it's just a matter of time.

So if you should ever spot me out in a bar alone, just drop a little coin in the jukebox and play some Coltrane, Monk, Ellington, or Jelly Roll Morton. If you're at least a reasonably attractive guy yourself, then the hot, leggy Slutwife with the double-D-plus titties at the bar making come-hither eyes at you from across the room will be yours for the asking. You may not even have to ask, she might very ask YOU; either way, you'll be fucking her in no time at all. She solemnly swears that you will never, EVER forget the experience.

I'll see to that, and am eminently capable of doing it, too. Tell me true, now: ever had a woman milk your cock with her pussy? I mean, LITERALLY milk your cock, wring every last drop of cum out of it? Yeah, that's what I THOUGHT, baby. I am the one, the only, the undefeated all-time champ, without rival, way beyond compare. Just check out my amateur-site vids if you don't believe me, you'll see.