Firecrotch

It really is true what people say.  I just played with my first red head.   Except that it wasn’t really red. 

More like orange.

Neon orange.

Fluorescent.

It may even glow in the dark it was so bright.  If you’ve ever played with a redhead you’ll know what I’m talking about: the coloring is so intense.

Thank god he didn’t look anything like Carrot Top — the sun must have darkened his hair.  But when he took off his clothes — Damn! — his furry orange chest and stomach and crotch was something else. 

I like experiencing new things so I got instantly hard.  He had a nice tight body.  More on the slim side.  Taut.  The front side of his body was really furry.  And so brightly oranged I almost had to bust out my shades.  His backside, however, was smooth and gorgeous. 

 And let me tell you about that butt…

When you stop and think about it, men’s asses are really the equivalents of women’s titties.  Some are round and voluptuous, others are shriveled and non-existent.  They even smell the same — from freshly showered to musky and funky.  Sometimes when I play with really muscular asses I imagine that’s what silicone breasts must feel like.  They look good but feel so hard in your hands.

Because he was tall and lean, this guy’s ass was small and perky.   Although bubble butts are the default standard for perfection, my personal preferences are for the small and perky.  So nubile.  It’s like a flower bud right on the cusp of blossoming.  Fits so perfectly in my hands.  Did I mention they’re soo irresistibly perky?

The only problem was that this guy had attitude.  He was like, here’s your money, now fuck me.  Maybe he didn’t like the fact he was visiting a prostitute.  Or maybe he was ashamed he wanted to get fucked up the ass.  Maybe I wasn’t pretty enough — who knows. 

But you think Cassandra’s going to put up with attitude? 

In my sweetest demeanor, I explained that I can’t just perform on demand. 

You have to coax the top girl out of me.

And just like that, I made sure Mr. Attitude got down on his knees and sucked my cock for a good ten minutes.  That’s right, motherfucker, get down on your knees and BEG me to fuck you.

Once we got around to the fucking…  it was really good.  He had a nice tight hole.  I wish someone would do some research on whether smaller asses yields smaller, tighter rectums.  I might have to write a paper for New England Journal of Medicine someday on my ass experimentations.  For the record, I think smaller asses do equal smaller tighter holes.

His ass fit my shecock so perfectly.  It was like a snug glove.  I fucked it hard.  I pounded it.  And then I slowed it down and took my candy all the way out, letting his spincter hold on to the tip of my head, before going all the way back in.  You can’t do this with big assholes (no pun intended). 

And his buns.  Silky smooth white bundles of wonder bread.  Just watching my cock go in and out.  Squeezing, kneading the dough as I punctured it again and again.

Right after he came he said, wow, your cock is perfect. 

Not too big (gee, thanks).

Not too small. 

It felt awesome. 

You have, like, the Goldilocks of cocks, he gushed.

Just think… my very first literary reference!  For my shecock! 

Oh, I was so touched. 

Secretly, I just thank God he didn’t say it was Lilliputian!

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2 Responses to “Firecrotch”

  1. Brian says:

    As attitude change goes, you made a prince out of a frog. It’s great to see how Cassandra-whipped he was by the end of the session, I envy him.
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    I sure did turn a frog into a prince — a red-spotted frog! Cass

  2. Mike says:

    Your stories are great, “that’s right motherfucker, get down on your knees and beg me to fuck you” …..instantly hard, a bit jealous too
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    Mike — Lol, I actually didn’t work up the nerve to say that in person. IT’s just what I was thinking. But I got him sucking my shecock! And he liked it! And the attitude ended! SO it worked! : ) Cass

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