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My divorce was finalized about 6 months later. After that I started dating a few women here and there. I was being rather picky in my pursuit of the ideal mate for me to spend the rest of my life with. I vowed that I would not settle for a woman that was not a perfect fit, just because I was lonely and desperate. I resorted to Internet dating sites, with which I did not have overwhelming success.

There is nothing spectacular about me; I am average in most ways. I do work out a few times a week but I suppose I could still stand to lose a few pounds. My erect penis is an average 6” long, unlike most of the sex stories I read, in which the story teller’s dicks are ridiculously enormous. I am fairly well off financially, having worked my way up to the top of the corporate ladder during the last 30 years. I don’t divulge that information to women that I date right away for fear they would start pretending to be what I wanted them to be just to win me over for the financial security. That always backfires after marriage when the woman eventually returns to her normal habits and lifestyle.

I do have a bit of an obsession when it comes to sex. I am very oral. I love kissing every part of a woman’s body; lips, breasts, pussy, and everywhere in between. Like most men, I also love getting my cock sucked. With me, it’s more than a casual thing. I would much rather get a woman off with my tongue rather than my dick, and I would much rather cum in a woman’s mouth than in her pussy. When I jack off, I am fantasizing about oral sex or watching BJ porn. In my opinion, there is not a lot of good cock sucking porn with full swallow available. It seems like 90% of the oral or swallow porn is a guy jacking off into a woman’s mouth, with most of it ending up on her face, nose, or eyes. I prefer videos of women that enthusiastically suck and jack a cock yearning for their reward and when he cums, she eagerly swallows it down. Videos of Heather Brooks, Oral Amber, Oral Andie, Camille Crimson, Fellucia Blow, and Wifey’s World are my favs because they portray women who genuinely appear to love the art of cock sucking and swallowing cum.

The first woman I dated after my divorce was Trish. We both had just got out of recent marriages and stumbled upon each other on-line. She was 10 years younger than me and still had kids in grade school. We were both extremely deprived in the sex department. Needless to say, we were both consumed with sexual activities, trying to make up for years of neglect by our ex’s. Trish truly loved giving head and swallowing cum, which fit perfectly with my oral obsession. It was sort of a hobby with her to see how many different places she could suck me off. We would be in the most unusual places and she would get the gleam in her eye, which I quickly learned that it meant she wanted to blow me. Some of the craziest places she got me off were: Airplanes, trains, buses, taxis, cars (many times while I was driving), rest rooms, stairwells, parking lots, hot tubs, and department store fitting rooms. On many of those occasions, I fingered her or ate her afterwards to get her off as well. That all depended on how private an area we had to work in.

Even though I am not blessed with a particularly large dick, I have come to realize that the volume of semen I ejaculate is much larger than average. I came to that realization from watching porn and seeing what appears to be normal size loads as compared to mine. In most of the porn scenes I see men shooting 3-4 big ropes before the final dribble shots. When I ejaculate, I shoot up to 8 long ropes of cum before it fizzles out to the final dribbles.

 

Looking back, I think that partly why Patty (my ex-wife) wasn’t into sex anymore. Sex became a chore for her as the years went on because of the mess I made. Once she asked if I would start wearing a condom to avoid the mess. Of course I refused, which only resulted in even less sex. I thought a good compromise was to put a Chux under-pad on the bed so the cum wouldn’t soak through and mess the bed. That didn’t help with the mess on her. She hated having to wash her legs, ass, and pussy after lying in a puddle of cum when it flowed out of her pussy.

There is one other quirk that I should mention, and this is a recent discovery. Although I have always been heterosexual, I have accepted eating my cum as a part of my lovemaking activities. This revelation came when Trish confided in me that one of her biggest fantasies was to have her man eat his cum from her pussy. Her ex-husband would never do it so she begged me to fulfill her fantasy. I had never eaten or even tasted cum before so I was not too receptive to the idea at first. I did, however, decide to explore it privately before ever trying it with her. The next few times I jacked off, I shot my wad into a glass and f****d myself to drink it. It took some getting used to but it wasn’t bad tasting at all like I had read. Actually, it was very neutral tasting. Maybe that’s because it was my own.

Every time Trish swallowed my load, she made a big deal about how huge it was, so I decided to measure it when I was practicing eating my cum for her. My biggest load (after a couple days rest) was about 4 tablespoons. I did some research on the Internet and was surprised to find that the average load for a man is between a teaspoon and a tablespoon. I’m not sure if I should be proud or disappointed. Trish sure seemed to be happy about my “condition”.

After a few practice rounds of eating my own cum, I decided to give in to Trish’s fantasy. One time while we were fucking, I whispered in her ear that I wanted to eat my cum out of her pussy. That put her over the edge and we both had mind blowing orgasms. Then, true to my word, I went down on her and lapped up my cum. She writhed and screamed like a wild woman through two more orgasms as I slurped my cum out of her out of her love hole and tongued her clit. Needless to say, that activity soon became a regular part of our lovemaking routine.

Once Trish became aware of my new found appetite, she added a variation to her BJ routine, in which she would save my cum in her mouth and then share it with me during a long and passionate cum kiss. Of course, that only got her hotter and ready for more action, so what followed was a long fuck session. One serious flaw that I have always been subconscious about is that I’ve never been good at holding back an orgasm. When I feel it starting, it just happens and I don’t seem to be able to control it. With Trish, that worked very well for both of us. When we were in public places, she could kneel down pull my dick out and get me to cum in less than a minute. For our private lovemaking sessions we always started with a BJ. Once that was out of the way, we would fuck and I could last almost indefinitely before cumming a second time, which of course I would eat from Trish’s sloppy pussy afterwards. Sexually speaking, this relationship was great. I got the cock sucking that I craved, which left me with the stamina I needed to last through a long fuck session to keep Trish satisfied.

In the end, things didn’t work out between Trish and me. Due to other incompatibilities, our relationship only lasted about a year. It was a long distance relationship (over an hour drive one way). She had gotten her house as part of the divorce settlement and because her kids were still in grade school, she was unwilling to relocate. I had roots in my area also, so keeping it going was a strain. One day Trish confessed to me that a local guy was showing interest in her and she wanted to pursue it. I encouraged her to go for it, knowing that our relationship couldn’t last. For a while she dated both of us. This was very interesting because she would confide in me about her sexual exploits with Bill (her other lover). This made for some sweltering foreplay and intense love making sessions. As we made out, she would tell me every detail of what they did, including how his cum tasted, how much he came, how big his cock was, different positions; no detail was spared. Instead of being jealous, it was a huge turn-on for me. She even shared some videos of their sex sessions, which made for some fantastic jack-off material after we broke it off.

 

Once Trish and Bill started getting serious, they (mostly Bill) wanted an exclusive relationship, which left me as the odd man out. They eventually got married. That relationship taught me two things about myself. The first realization was that I suspected that I might have some bisexual tendencies, and not just because I became comfortable eating cum. I also started having fantasies about sucking a man’s cock and feeling his load squirt into my mouth as I swallowed it. I don’t have any desire to fuck a man’s ass or be fucked in the ass by a man. The only real craving I have is for the oral part of it. However, fantasizing about something and acting on it are two different things, so I just pushed that to the back of my mind.

The other realization that came out of the relationship with Trish was that I become extremely aroused at the thought of my woman being with another lover. I’m sure I’d feel differently if my woman was sneaking around behind my back. As long as I’m not being sexually ignored and my woman includes me to watch or listen to her tell me how naughty she was with another man, I think could really get into that…. good to know for future reference.

Trish was the first woman I had dated in 33 years. She loved sex of any kind, including anal… a first for me. As I said, she was great at giving head and loved eating cum. For some reason, I assumed this was a common trait with all women (except for my ex). I couldn’t have been more wrong. The next few women I dated were pretty much the opposite. After 2-3 dates with each woman, we would inevitably approach the subject of sex. After many disappointing false start relationships I began to realize that Trish was the exception rather than the rule.

Over the next year, I learned that almost all women love having their pussy licked and clit sucked, but when it comes to them giving oral to a man, they are at best, neutral about the subject and have to be coaxed. Even then, they just want it to be used as foreplay and not a fulfilling sexual experience for the man. Statistics show that most marriages fail because of sexual problems, so I have reasoned that most divorced women on the dating market are there because they have sexual hang-ups. Women who love sex and give great head don’t usually get divorced (Trish being the exception) because they have happy healthy marriages. Consequently, the dating market is saturated with the type of women like my ex-wife. This seems to be especially true with more mature women. Had I learned this before finding Trish, I may have tried a little harder to make that relationship work.

I dated for another year with one disappointment after another. The pickings were pretty slim for the type of women I was looking for. Needless to say, I was getting very discouraged about the possibility of finding a woman that was compatible with me, both inside and outside the bedroom. In retrospect, I have to laugh at some of the responses I got when asking my date about oral sex. Some typical responses were, “I don’t do that”, “you want me to what?”, “You are all sick bastards”, “it’s ok once in a while, but I don’t swallow”. Of course, all of those answers end up being on the final date with that woman.

I eventually got better at filtering out the incompatible candidates based on key words and phrases in their profile. When I began focusing more on the content of their profile data rather than looks, it opened up some possibilities I had overlooked before. One such woman was Bonnie. I had passed her over several times based on her looks, but kept coming back to her because of the high percentage of compatibility in other areas. Her appearance in the profile pictures was average; no makeup or lipstick, plain clothes, and straight short hair. I wasn’t able to ascertain much about her body from the pictures. From what little I could see, It looked like she had large breasts, and she appeared to be a little on the plump side. One red flag that bothered me was that she had been on the dating site for 3 years, so I was skeptical about our chances. Surely, there must be something more than her looks preventing her from entering into a lasting relationship. I wasn’t getting anywhere with the other candidates, and Bonnie was a local gal, so I decided to contact her.

I sent her a message and was surprised that she responded back the same day. After a few back and forth messages on the web site, we decided to exchange e-mail addresses. We e-mailed each other every day at first, then twice a day for about 2 weeks. Things seemed to be going great as we got comfortable with each other in the virtual world. We had a lot of common interests and I was getting anxious to explore the sexual side of her, but decided to wait until after we met, lest I scare her away. I learned that she lost her husband to an accident 4 years ago. She has a 13 year old daughter and two 16 year old twin sons who are in 11th grade at the local high school.

Bonnie had a few short relationships but they never lasted past a couple dates. I was beginning to get the picture. There must be some sexual issues. Although I was skeptical about our chances, I was really starting to like Bonnie, so I decided to stick it out and find out what her deal was. As is customary on a first date when meeting through the Internet, we picked a neutral location to meet and have dinner, and both drove separately. I guess the dating gods figure that way it’s easier for either party to back out of the date if things start going south.

I arrived at the restaurant first and waited inside with the customary rose, thinking I’d have no problem recognizing her from her pictures on her dating profile. When she walked in I wasn’t sure it was her, as she didn’t look like the photos I was remembering. It was her that first recognized me with, “Oh, is that for me?” All I could stammer out was, “Bonnie?” She took the rose, smiled and quickly stretched her head towards me for an introductory kiss. I obliged her by meeting her halfway and we locked lips. Wow! That took me by surprise; I didn’t expect her to be that direct. It wasn’t just a peck either; It lasted a couple seconds. The kiss was amazing. I felt some chemistry right away. As we pulled apart, I opened my eyes and looked at her. Bonnie’s eyes were still closed.

With a contented smile, she opened her eyes slowly and we made eye contact, “Mmmm, that was nice. I’m sorry Matt but I just couldn’t wait… I had to know if there is chemistry between us, one kiss is all it takes for me to feel it.” I leaned in and whispered in her ear, “I felt it too. I think we’re off to a good start. Let’s get to our table.” I took her hand and we walked to our table, “Bonnie, that was a nice ice breaker. Thank you for that.”

We sat and began conversing, which seemed so natural; not strained or awkward. I think the initial kiss is what really helped break the tension. I highly recommend that approach to you women. It might be too creepy if the man tried to do it though. One thing that puzzled me somewhat was her appearance… in a good way. Meeting someone in person after seeing ***********ive photos can be quite disappointing. Bonnie looked much better than her photos. She was a little stocky, but not really fat; more solid and toned. Even though she wore a loose fitting top, I could tell her breasts were huge. Her blouse hung loose, tenting down over her breasts so I couldn’t really tell how big her midsection was, nor did I care for that matter. Her skin color and complexion was beautiful; her hair thick and full; and her lips were absolutely gorgeous. I thought to myself, how can this possibly be the same person in the dating site photographs? Maybe she happens to be a person that does not photograph well. In any event, I was pleasantly surprised with her appearance.

I had previously learned that bringing up sex on the first date was a no-no, so we just talked more about family and things we had in common. I began to become fascinated with her mouth as she talked. She had full beautiful lips that mesmerized me taking on different shapes as she was pushing her words out and reacting to mine. Watching those lips, listening to her talk with her sexy tone, the inflections of her voice, her facial expressions, her laugh, the hand touches on my arm at just the right moments to emphasize her point…. all these attributes drew me in instantly. None of this was visible from the photographs. I mentally scolded myself for previously passing up this remarkable lady.

She confided in me that a big reason for her relationship failures was because of her kids. Men in her age group are not interested in getting involved with a woman who has three teenage kids. The few men that didn’t have a problem with the kids, had other incompatibilities that couldn’t be worked out. There it was again… it must be something sexual, I thought. I had to know, but not tonight.

Having been through many relationship failures, I could tell Bonnie was holding back, as was I. We were both a little reluctant to completely open up, but still had great conversation… enough to know that we are very compatible and definitely wanted to take it to the next step. By the end of the night, we felt like old friends. We talked, we laughed, and we touched (nothing sexual). There was definitely strong chemistry. When we finished eating, I walked her to her car and opened her door. She hesitated for a moment as if she was searching for words and then looked at me straight in my eyes and said, “Matt, I had a great time tonight and I really like you. I sense that you feel the same way. I’ve been disappointed so many times…”. Her voice started to tremble, “If we are to take this any further, I need to know with absolute certainty that you are OK being in a relationship with a woman who has kids. They mean the world to me and they are my first priority”.

I honestly didn’t have a problem with it at all and I told her, “Bonnie, you are right, I do feel the same way, and I am so looking forward to meeting your kids. I do not have any issues in that regard whatsoever”. It wasn’t a line; I was totally honest with her. She then put her arms around my neck as a signal that she wanted to kiss. I brought her in close and we shared the most passionate kiss I’ve ever experienced. Unlike our first kiss earlier, our mouths opened, our tongues met, I sucked and nibbled on those amazing lips. We kissed for a long time. I couldn’t help but get aroused. I leaned forward a little more to keep our bodies from touching so she wouldn’t feel my growing erection. We broke our embrace and made plans for our next date. I invited her to come to my house the following week to make her dinner. My motive was to have some private time with her to bring up the issue of sex to see if indeed, we were truly compatible. That was the end of the first date with Bonnie. I was overjoyed with how well it went.

During the next week before our second date, we talked on the phone and continued to exchange e-mails. I grew increasingly anxious over what might come up when the subject turned to sex. I was becoming so attracted to Bonnie, I feared that I wouldn’t be able to end it, even if there were sexual issues. With great trepidation on my part, we met for our second date. She arrived at my house a few minutes early. She looked stunning. Yes, she is a bit on the curvy side, but that is how I prefer women anyway. She was wearing a black skirt that came just above her knees and a nicely contoured blouse that accentuated her breasts. I Once again, I was captivated by her appearance. I could not put my finger on it, but there was something else. It’s not just her physical appearance that has me enthralled. What is it about this woman that makes her so attractive? She has a glow about her; she is confident but humble, she oozes sensuality….. There are so many qualities about Bonnie that make her inner beauty shine through. Is that what I am seeing and getting hooked on?

As soon as she walked in, I closed the door and took her into my arms. We kissed for a good 5 minutes before coming up for air. I spoke first, “Dinner is in the oven. We have about 15 minutes before it is ready.” I offered her a drink and she opted for a dry Riesling wine. I poured my standard – Bourbon and water. We sat on the couch and right away she asked, “We have 15 minutes before dinner?” I guess that was a rhetorical question because before I could answer, she set her drink down, and kneeled on the couch facing me and put her arms around my neck, “where were we?”

She was taking charge, which I welcomed. Once again, we began kissing, exploring each other’s tongues and mouths. My dick began to stiffen and was bent sideways, so I shifted my position to get more comfortable. Evidently, Bonnie picked up on my body-english because she immediately broke from the kiss and declared, “Matt, there is an elephant in the room and I think it is time to address it”. Before I could say anything, she put her index finger on my lips, in a shhhh motion. “Don’t talk Matt, just relax and let me do my thing. She then focused her attention to my lap, rubbing and squeezing my cock through my clothes.

She quickly went to work, unbuckling my pants and unzipping my fly, “Lift up”, she commanded, and I was happy to oblige. Bonnie slid down my pants and underwear in the same motion, allowing my cock to spring free. She wasted no time engulfing my rod in her mouth. She cupped one hand under my nut sack and gently started massaging my balls, while she pumped my member with her other hand and mouth, up and down my shaft. I could not believe what I was witnessing. This lady was amazing. Watching her beautiful lips making love to my cock was more than I could take. She looked up and as we made eye contact, she gave me a wink. It had been less than 2 minutes and already I could feel my climax coming, “Bonnie, I’m going to cum….” She showed no sign of stopping. My declaration only seemed to magnify her efforts. I could hold back no longer.

Just as the first spurt came, she tightened her grip on my balls, continued jacking me with her other hand, and locked her lovely lips on my cock head. I could feel the strong suction from her mouth as I watched her cheeks cave in. It felt like my cum was being pulled straight from by balls to her mouth. Her jacking motion synchronized with the spasms perfectly as she milked the cum out me.

She swallowed each spurt rhythmically as it exited my cock. After the third spurt, something totally incredible happened. Bonnie tensed up and started spasming in sync with my jism shooting into her mouth. With each contraction I heard a faint muffled whimper. There was no mistaking this, Bonnie was having an orgasm from sucking my cock. This realization only intensified my orgasm. Wave after wave of intense pleasure flowed through us both simultaneously. It felt like the volume of semen that she drained from me was much more than I ever discharged.

As our orgasms subsided she unglued her mouth from my dome and worked my shaft up and down a few more times, lapping up the final drops of my man juice. Bonnie ended the BJ with a sucking kiss on the top of my cock head, and finally released her firm grip on my nuts. With a dreamy look in her eyes, she returned to her kneeling position on the couch facing me. No words were spoken for several minutes. We just stared into each other’s eyes savoring the afterglow of our orgasmic bliss.

She spoke first, “Wow Matt! That was great. Thank you.” What? I thought. Was this amazing woman thanking ME for the blowjob? I must have had a puzzled look on my face because she guessed what I was thinking, “We have a lot to talk about Matt. I’m a bit of a freak. I’ll explain more later. We have all night. I told the kids not to expect me home unless things don’t go well with us”.

Just then the timer on the oven started buzzing indicating dinner was ready. My brain was still numb from the mind blowing orgasm; seeing her orgasm; then this vague confession about being a freak; and disclosing she planned on spending the night with me; and then “we’ll talk more later”? Talk about a cliff hanger…. I could hardly wait to continue this conversation.

Without asking, as if it were expected, Bonnie took charge in the kitchen, snooping through my drawers and cupboards, in order to set the table while I took the lasagna out of the oven, cut it , and served it onto the plates. Once again I marveled at how natural it felt working together getting the food around. If it would have been me at her house, I wouldn’t have dared touch anything in her kitchen, so It would have been a little awkward if the shoe were on the other foot. The food was too hot to eat, so while it was cooling down, I topped off our drinks and we sat at the table. One great thing about Bonnie is that she initiates the conversation before it ever gets too awkward.

She started by asking in a matter of fact tone, “How long does it usually take you to recover?” I was pretty sure what she meant, but didn’t dare assume anything, lest I embarrass myself. “Excuse me?” I stammered. “Matt”, she began, “we’re both adults here and we’ve been around the block a few times. I just sucked your cock and ate your cum. I know you wanted it as much as I did. That means we’ve taken the relationship to the next level. Let’s agree to be completely open and honest about everything, including sex. We’re going to talk a lot about sex tonight; I hope that doesn’t make you uncomfortable.

Time to fess up, “I knew what you meant Bonnie. I’m just not used to a woman being so open and frank about it, so it took me by surprise….. a pleasant surprise for sure. To answer your question, no, I am not uncomfortable discussing sex. In fact I love that you are so open about it. Back to your original question, it’s usually about 30 minutes to get hard again and about an hour to cum again. After the second time, it is a lot longer. Probably a couple hours or more.” “That’s not too bad.” She reasoned, cocking her head to one side, “I hope you are looking forward to some more fun after supper.” Making sure we had eye contact she licked her lips and said, “I’ll need another protein fix before long.” My mind was reeling. Was she saying she wanted blow be again? I could not comprehend what negative aspect of this woman could possibly keep the men away. I was falling in love with her on the second date.

“Let’s eat and then we’ll talk.” she instructed. So without too much conversation we ate. Once again, I became fixated on her lips as she fed herself and chewed her food… so very erotic. My cock was thinking ahead and began stirring. I knew I would be ready for the next round. As I finished my plate, I felt like I could eat another serving but didn’t want to be a pig, so we both finished together. Bonnie immediately got up, grabbed our settings, and began cleaning up. I would have left it in the sink but seeing that she was in control, I just followed her lead. She drew the water, put in the detergent. and started washing the dishes, including all my prep dishes already in the sink. I pulled a dish towel out of the drawer just in time to start drying the dishes as she handed them to me, as if it were the natural thing to do.

A few minutes into our task, Bonnie began her preparatory speech. Her tone was solemn, “Matt, we will be discussing some extremely personal things tonight. Before we can go any further, I need to bring you into my inner circle, which means that I will reveal everything about myself to you. Some of it, you will deem positive and some of it you may think sick or perverted. There are only a few people in my inner circle. Before we continue, you need to make me a promise. This is very serious, Matt. I need you to promise me that after I reveal everything, if you decide this is not for you, we’ll go our separate ways and you will never tell anyone about what we talked about tonight. I must confess that I’ve had the conversation we are about to have with several men over the last few years since my husband died. Of the men that made it this far by accepting the fact that I have 3 kids at home, none of them have made it all the way to the end of the night before ending the relationship. There is one difference with you though; I have never felt as strong a connection as I feel with you now, so I am very anxious and hopeful about tonight.” She passed me the last plate and pulled the plug in the sink. As I finished drying the plate, she wiped down the counter and table. This was a surreal moment, like I was experiencing something one would see in a soap opera or something. What on earth could be so bad that it drove all the men away kicking and screaming?

She took my hand and led us over to the couch, where we sat turning our torsos toward each other. We held hands and she looked at me and with the most sincere tone, she asked, “Well, what is your answer Matt? I need to know now that you will keep my secret to your grave no matter what. If you can’t commit to this, I have to leave now and we are through. We may be through anyway, once you hear what I have to say.”

“Bonnie, I need to know more. I can keep a secret. I will not betray you, I promise. I am falling in love with you. I am as anxious as you are about this conversation. I can’t imagine what could be so bad as to drive me away.” She responded in a distressed tone, “I know Matt, I’ve heard that before. I’m just hoping that you are the one. I’m going to start with the less serious aspects of my abnormalities and work my way to the foulest”. That woke me up. OK, now she has my attention.

“Matt, I’ll start by telling you that I am an addict. I have been an addict since I was 13 years old. It’s not drugs. It’s sex and it’s cum. I’ve never had an orgasm solely from vaginal sex or clitoral stimulation. There are only a couple ways I can orgasm, one of which you have already seen. The other way, we’ll discuss much later if we are still talking. Not only do I need to climax many times a day, I have a physical need to ingest a man’s sperm. There have been a couple times in my life that I have had to exist without my habit…. Believe me, ‘to exist’ is an overstatement. We can go into the vivid details and proof later but suffice to say, I am not the same person without my daily requirement of cum. It controls my mood, and many of my physical attributes. Without it, I suffer from depression, muscle weakness, exhaustion, insomnia, migraines, poor complexion, and other various disorders. These conditions are not psychosomatic. They are real. I need cum to survive…. A lot of it.”

She paused for a moment to get my reaction and formulate her next statements. “Bonnie”, I started, “How much cum is a lot?” After a nervous chuckle, she continued, “Believe it or not, that is always the first question I get asked. My “minimum daily requirement” (using her fingers to form the air quotes) is about one cup a day. As you probably know from cooking, one cup equals 16 tablespoons. Normally, one load of cum is about a tablespoon, unless you are on my special nutrition regimen. We’ll discuss that later if things work out. Judging from the blow job I just gave you, I can tell yours is much more than that. I am guessing that your load is three to four times what would be considered normal. That only makes me more anxious, because your special gift fits perfectly with my habit. So before you ask, the second thing the men in your shoes want to know is if they will be expected to provide a cup of sperm a day to feed my addiction. The answer is no, I would not expect you to perform consistently at that level. There are several men in my inner circle that allow me to harvest their sperm on a regular basis. This brings us to the second hurdle.”

My mind was racing. I knew what Bonnie was saying but her tone was so casual and rehearsed that I was having a hard time believing it. I was expecting that any minute she would say, “Gotcha!” and we would resume normal conversation. Well, that didn’t happen. This was all too real. She continued,” Matt, you need to be ok knowing that I will be blowing multiple men on a daily basis to get my fix. Of course you will be included and will be allowed to cum in my mouth as many times a day as you want. I am hoping it will be at least three times a day. It would always be within the same group of men that are in my circle. I will never go outside that circle. If it becomes necessary to bring someone else into our circle, it will be discussed and agreed upon by all.”

That made me wonder. “So did I have to be ‘voted’ on to get into your inner circle?” Bonnie reached out and touched my arm reassuringly, “No, Matt. Who I fall in love with and bring into my circle is my decision. I only meant that if there becomes a need to bring in someone else, we’ll discuss it and decide as a group.” She paused in anticipation, “So Matt, can you accept the fact that I will harvesting cum from other men in my inner circle by sucking their cocks on a daily basis? Before you answer, I also need to make something clear. One of the most important qualities I need in a mate is synchronism. That means that our life goals are completely aligned. If you’re thinking you need to cure me or fix me, this absolutely will not work. I have accepted this condition as a life sentence, so my mate must accept me as I am and work with me to live under these circumstances.”

She waited nervously for my response. I thought back at how turned on I got watching the videos of Trish sucking off Bill and I genuinely felt like I could handle this with one caveat, “Bonnie, this may sound a little perverted, but it pales in comparison to what’s already been discussed here. The only thing that would bother me about what you are suggesting is not being able to share it with you. If you go off in some room alone with a guy, it might make me a little crazy. If I am there with you, watching you do your thing, maybe even helping in some way, I would not only accept it, I would love to be a part of it. Is that something you would be comfortable with?”

Bonnie let out a sigh of relief, “Oh my God, I am so glad you said that Matt. It is exactly what I want and would expect if we are to become one. I am happy but still anxious because there is much more to my twisted story that I must reveal. Before we get into that, let’s take a break. I want to play a little show and tell. First, I will tell you that I have a fixation about body hair, especially around the genitals. My cunt is completely shaven and I will expect that your pubic area will be completely shaven. Once we are together I would anticipate that you will help me with my grooming. It is very difficult for me to shave my pussy with my breasts hanging down in the way. I would of course reciprocate by shaving your pubic area for you. This will be part of our normal morning routine. How does that sound?”

I could not hide the shit-eating grin on my face, “Bonnie, that sounds so erotic. I would love to do that for you. I can’t wait. Surely this isn’t the other ‘twisted’ thing you were going to tell me is it?” That broke the tension a bit as I was able to get a laugh out of her, “No, silly. We are playing show and tell, remember? The next thing is to tell you, and show you in a few minutes, is that I am a squirter. Do you know what that term means?” I had seen some porn about it, so I responded, “Does it mean that you ejaculate fluid when you have an orgasm?” She nodded her head, ”Yes, quite a bit of ejaculate in fact. I have a mini-pad on right now that is soaked from when I blew you earlier and it is starting to chaff my freshly shaved pussy. Do you mind if I take it off?”

Again, a rhetorical question, because before she finished the sentence, she stood up, reached up under her skirt, and pulled her panties down, revealing the mini-pad. She stepped out of her panties and peeled off the mini-pad, playfully waving it in front of my nose, “Wanna taste?” She didn’t wait for me to respond, but pulled it back and excused herself to go to the powder room, saying “You’ll get plenty of it soon enough”. While she was gone, I replayed all the events and discussion of the evening so far. This was bizarre for sure, and there was more to come. I admitted to myself, I love this woman. There is no turning back now. There could be nothing she could throw at me that I wouldn’t be able to overcome.

She came back into the room, sat back down next to me, and proclaimed, “There, cunny is all freshened up. A couple more things, and then we’ll have some fun. Matt, I have a little bit of a deformation. I want to tell first you so you won’t be surprised later.” I didn’t say anything, just had an inquisitive but concerned look on my face. Bonnie continued, “It’s my clit. It’s kinda large. When I say large, I mean huge…. It’s like a little penis.” She smirked and said apologetically, “Oh, don’t worry Matt, it’s not as big as yours. It is normally about an inch or so, but when it’s fully erect, it can grow to about three inches. I only wanted to warn you so you don’t think I’m a hermaphrodite or something. Even though I can’t have an orgasm unless I have a hard cock squirting cum in my mouth, I do love to have my clit sucked and my pussy licked. I have the most intense orgasms when I do sixty-nine with a lover who is good at pleasuring me orally while I am sucking his cock. Wanna give it a try?”

Could this get any better? I thought about my dormant fantasy of sucking a cock. This gorgeous woman has a little pecker waiting for me to pleasure. All I could say is,” My God Bonnie, that is so exciting. I would love to suck your clit and eat you. Just so you know I am very good at oral.” She had a big smile on her face, saying “I’ll be the judge of that…. Now get over here and suck my dick!” She raised up her skirt and pressed two fingers against either side of her clit to expose it.

We both had a good laugh at her statement, which sounded very odd coming from a woman. I kneeled down and couldn’t wait to get that beautiful clit into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it feeling it grow in my mouth. As it got erect, I bobbed my head up and down as if I were giving a blow job. I couldn’t believe how aroused I was. This was a dream come true. Bonnie was really getting into it also. She put her hands on the back of my head, holding it in place as she moved her hips back and forth fucking my mouth with her clit. She began moaning in pleasure as she rocked back and forth in sync with my sucking motion. After a couple minutes, Bonnie put her hand on my forehead to signal me to back off, “Matt, we need to continue this in the bedroom. I need to have your cock in my mouth”.

I started to panic a little, as I knew she would be expecting a big load like before. It had only been about two hours since Bonnie’s pre-dinner appetizer. From experience, I knew that it takes me a good six hours to recover 100% in terms of semen volume. I took Bonnie’s hand and lead the way to the bedroom. As we entered the bedroom, Bonnie took charge, “Matt this works better if I am on top. You will need a pillow under your head to get the best angle on my pussy and clit. You better get a towel and put it under your head and then wrap it across your chest and neck so the bed won’t get wet. I am going to cum all over your face sweetie so you need a bib”. We embraced and began kissing… long, slow, passionate kisses. As I kissed her, I gently sucked her lower lip into my mouth and bit it gently, then repeated with her upper lip. I kissed her face, then worked my way down to her neck, flicking my tongue and sucking ever so gently. She began melting in my arms and breathing heavily, “Matt, I need you so bad. I need your cock in my mouth; I need your lips on my pussy. Please Matt…..”

The thought going through my head at that moment was that that I was experiencing two different sides to this amazing woman, both of which I was in love with. Earlier I had seen the part of her that is strong and in control. Now, she is helpless and submissive. In either case, it motivates me to do whatever she commands of me or whatever she is in need of. We began undressing quickly. Seeing her naked except for her bra she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. In porn terms, I would not classify her body as a BBW, but she was plump in all the right places, including her magnificent breasts, which were still hidden. “Matt, would you mind if I leave my bra on. I want to save something for later.” I obliged and feigned a disappointing pout. I positioned the pillow at the bottom of the bed in the vicinity of where I thought her pussy would be and laid a large beach towel from the bathroom closet over the pillow. Bonnie smiled and winked at me, which I took to mean, “Good boy Matt. You know how to follow directions. That is a plus.” She was getting her composure back as she instructed, “You first Matt.”, patting the pillow to encourage me. “Don’t worry, I won’t bite you… unless you are in to that sort of thing.” She said with a wicked smile.

Bonnie wasted no time climbing on top of me, positioning her now dripping cunt over my face and sucking my semi-hard cock into her mouth. She sucked rather hard at first, engorging my member quickly. She started by slowly and methodically sliding her lips up and down my shaft all the while maintaining constant suction. One hand was fondling my balls while the other was stroking my rod following the motion of her lips up and down.

Meanwhile, I was busy with my own mission. Before I even started, she was sopping wet, just the way I love it. My biggest challenge would be to not drown during this wonderful love making session. I alternately sucked on her enlarged clit and tongued her pussy while swallowing her delicious juices. So far I had not let any of her nectar go to waste, but I knew the flood gates were about to burst. Bonnie’s rhythm was slowly increasing and the muffled moans were getting louder. I felt the unmistakable pre-orgasm tingling in my abdomen signaling me that I was approaching the point of no return. Knowing that Bonnie would not orgasm until I fed her my cum helped me prepare for the impending flood. I gave one last furious suck session on her clit and then signaled her with a low involuntary groan that I was about to cum. I then locked my lips around her love hole to prepare for what would come next. I shot the first blast of cum into her mouth, and she was ready. I felt the familiar tightening of her grip on my balls, and the increase of the suction of her mouth. By the third spasm she was cumming in unison with me. With each blast of my cum shooting into her mouth I felt her body shudder in a wave of orgasm, which produced a stream of fluid from her pussy into my mouth. I was able to swallow in sync with her contractions, just as she was swallowing with mine. It was hard to say how much I actually came. The orgasm was more intense with more spasms than the one earlier today but I could not tell if the amount of cum was more or less.

Bonnie milked me for a few more strokes as I lapped up the trickling juices that still flowed. After a few minutes she lifted herself off me and laid to the side. She silently signaled me by using her index finger in a come here motion. I crawled up to the top of the bed and lay next to her. My face must have looked like a glazed doughnut. She chuckled when she looked at me and then her face took a more serious tone. She leaned over and started kissing and licking my face ever so gently. “Mmmm, I taste pretty good don’t I?” I didn’t know if she expected me to answer but I felt compelled to offer, “Wow Bonnie, you weren’t kidding when you said you were a squirter. I’m proud to reveal that the towel is completely dry. I swallowed every drop and it was fantastic.”

I thought she would have a more positive reaction, but she only managed a half smile with a worried look that followed. “I’m sorry I’m not more enthusiastic Matt. That’s just another indication that we were made for each other in every respect, but until you know my whole story, I can’t be sure you will want to continue with me. So I can’t be too happy until I know for sure. You must know that with my addiction, I’ve done this many times, thousands in fact. I can honestly say I have never swallowed that much semen from one man. That was one of the greatest orgasms of my life. The amount of cum was even more than the first BJ before supper. That has a lot to do with the intensity of my orgasm. My orgasmic waves keep coming and coming, getting more intense with each shot and swallow of your magic load. The longer it lasts, the better the orgasm.”

Bonnie cuddled up next to me and placed her head on my chest, “Matt, I wish this moment could last all night. I feel so content and happy right now. You are a great lover… for me. I don’t need a huge dick to satisfy me, in fact yours is the perfect size. I don’t do deep throating, so anything more than a mouthful is a waste, as the saying goes. I don’t need a man that can last for hours, that is just a waste of my time. What I need is you, with me, for the rest of our lives…. which reminds me that we should get dressed. The next thing I am about to tell you is something that no man has been able to accept about me, so before we go there, let’s sit in the living room to talk. If we get to a point where you have heard enough, I will leave.”