A Proposition: The First And Second (part 1)

[read all the entries for this series here]

When the last of them arrived, I hugged him close, like I did with all the others, and took my seat at the head of the table again. Seven pairs of eyes were glued to me in my jeans and tight gray sweater. Seven guys sat at the table with me, and I’d only met one of them before today. I was nervous, but excited. The guys were nervous, too. They all knew they’d be meeting me today, but they didn’t know anyone else would be there. The restaurant was doing a good amount of lunchtime business,  but not overly crowded. Not much chance of our conversation being overheard unless someone was deliberately eavesdropping. I took a sip from my drink and began.

“Well, boys,” I said, “I’m sorry that I’ve been so silent about everything up until now, but I wanted to get you all here before explaining anything, so I only have to do it once. I’ll cut right to the chase. I know that you all want to fuck me. I’ve already explained to you online that the chances of that actually happening are pretty slim, since I’ve got plenty of guys that I already know who’d fuck me whenever I want. But… I’ve decided to give each of you a chance, but with a catch. You get me today, and today only… and you’re all invited.” I paused to let this sink in. They all looked at each other, unsure of how to process the situation.

Finally, one of them spoke. “You want all of us?”

“Yes.”

“At the same time.”

A deep breath. “Yes.”

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Vegas Skyline

I met Jeff at the blackjack tables at the MGM Grand. I wore white heels, sheer white stockings (clipped to a garter belt, also white), a short white dress that comes down to my mid-thigh with no sleeves and plunging neckline, with a red lace bra underneath (and sometimes peeking out). I wore dangling garnet earrings and a necklace with a red heart pendant resting between my breasts.

I sat down at the table, certain that I’d finally learned enough about the game to at least let my chips last a few hours. The one open chair was between a fat cowboy with a bushy beard and an attractive guy, who gave me a quick look over and an easy smile as I sat next to him. This guy looked about 35, with short black hair and dark eyes, goatee, an athletic build, very nice smile, and just a comforting easy-going way about him. I smiled and said hi to him and the cowboy and the dealer. It was a $20 minimum bet table, and I had about $800 in chips in my purse. I made small talk with the cute guy, who introduced himself as Jeff. I also talked with the cowboy. Of course I flirted with both. I pretended to not have any idea what I was doing, and kept asking Jeff for advice. It seemed a good idea, since he seemed to be a pretty good player, with a hefty stack of chips in front of him.

Over the next 2 hours or so, the people at the table changed. Some left, some others came. We changed dealers. But Jeff and I kept talking. He’s from Chicago, here for some convention. He’s obviously pretty well-off and doing pretty good at the tables to boot. My $800 drops to about $150, then starts to rise. The drinks keep coming (god, I love Vegas for that!) and I keep downing them. The alcohol makes me flirt even more, and he’s open to it. I’m back up and past my starting stash, with about $1000 when Jeff says he’s had enough. He gathers his chips, wishes me luck, kisses my cheek, and heads off. A little disappointed, I decide to stay at the table. Three hands later, he comes back and asks if I’d accompany him for a drink and maybe a bite to eat. Of course I say yes. Read more [+]

Cumming This Week

Well, we’re less than two weeks away from the end of Bunnython 2016! Get those donations in early to make sure you get your prize (which is, of course, me)! To help with the big push, I’ll be publishing at least two new stories here this week! The first is an old one that never appeared on this site. I’m dusting it off and putting it up here tomorrow in the early afternoon, for those of you who need a little something to kill some time before the Superbowl starts. This one will probably also be my first publication on LushStories. I’ll also be putting up a brand new, never seen anywhere, freshly written story later this week. Probably on Friday. And I make no guarantees, but there might be another surprise showing up sometime this week as well!

So keep checking back all this week, and… well, just keep checking back!

 

Funny Sex

Another old question from way back when… Hope you all get a kick out of this! Expect an announcement later this evening as well….

But on to the question!

What’s your funniest moment during sex?

Hard to say…. Despite how into it I get, I try not to take anything too seriously. Sex is supposed to be fun, after all. What comes to mind first is the time I was being fucked missionary, and the guy…. fuck it. My original answer, while amusing, was a pretty straightforward, no thrills telling of the situation. This is Bunnython 2016, though, and you all deserve something a little more. So I’m going to spice it up a little bit. Same story, but this will be a more… entertaining read. Imagine this, if you will: Read more [+]