GUEST POSTER #1!!! - Siren presents "Slick Stuff"


Ask and you shall receive! I stated in my new year's blog resolutions that I wanted to have a few guest posters to confess some hot stories with all the dirty details. It took no time at all for my good friend Siren to rise to the challenge. In fact, within hours of asking her if she'd like to be a part of this experiment I received an email from her with a HOT story! Siren is as sexy as she sounds in this thing and boy did she rise to the occasion (as did I - LOL). Here's her confession:

Slick Stuff

I remember that night so clearly, it was the type of night that still makes my “lips” throb when I flash back to it …even for an instant. Powerful and I had decided that we needed space … and furniture that we didn’t care about ruining. So this “motel” was going to serve as the stage for our performance.

Powerful was the sort of man that commanded your body – not always with words (although his sex voice was a force in itself) but with movements, looks and intensity. He also had the most beautiful dick I’ve ever had the pleasure of sucking. It made me want to make love to it…worship it almost. He earned the name.
So there I was, laying in the blue glow of the light provided by this seedy but well frequented love palace. I happen to enjoy a little porn with my meal from time to time and lo and behold a little threesome action was playing just for me. The blond chick on the screen was nibbling the clit of a very pretty Latina while being pounded from behind by average porn guy. Girl on girl always makes me wet. It was perfect.

Powerful was rummaging through the bag that I liked to call his “whore kit.” You know – it came complete with a utility belt and all that.

“What are you looking for baby? Everything you need is right here.” I said.

“Be patient…” He didn’t even look at me, but I sensed that what ever it was – it would be worth the wait.

“Alright baby – whatever you say”

“As always…”

God I craved this cocky bastard! And I was never disappointed when he talked that smack to me. He finally turned to me, holding whatever it was behind his back.

“Lay back and spread yourself wide for me baby.” He commanded.

“Like this?” I bit my lower lip and lowered my eyes. My caramel tinted legs were spread eagle for him. With my right hand I massaged my throbbing clit – hips undulating in slow rhythmic motion …in time with my fingers. My left hand held my pretty lips apart for him to see.

“Yeah that’s good – now close your eyes”

“Anything you want baby”

“As always”

Cocky bastard!

Just at that moment I felt it, cold liquid pouring down all over me. It ran down my torso and between my legs. He continued to pour until I was soaked in it. The sensation was shocking but good all the same. I started to open my eyes…

“I didn’t tell you to look – now do as you’re told. Rub that in …yeah just like that …rub my clit … get it wet for me.”

His clit – told you he was cocky.

But God… this felt so good. The smell was familiar, but I couldn’t place it. And it was so cold. My nipples were rock hard with anticipation of his mouth and covered in the slick liquid. It was like Powerful was reading my mind. I felt him rubbing the liquid into my breasts and then the heat of his mouth on my right nipple. His tongue was feverish and he bit just a little. I arched my back to meet him. He stroked the other nipple with his left hand. Powerful’s nipple play alone had gotten me to the point of orgasm on many a day.

His right hand found my clit and he rubbed it slowly with me - both of us working my clit - the cold liquid, mixed with my wetness – dripping onto the sheet. Damn…he knew how to touch me. He took his hand from my clit and touched my slightly parted mouth. I sucked furiously at his fingers.

“Do you like the way you taste? Do you taste ready?”

“Yes baby… please … I need it now.” My voice was low and urgent. I opened my eyes and looked at him, pleading.

He was enjoying my torture. His smile was pure evil and pure sex. It was a smile I loved. That smile meant his dick was hard to the point of bursting. That smile meant he had gotten me where he wanted me, wet and begging for it. Before I had time to think, he threw my legs over his glistening shoulders and was inside me. I swear - the first stroke from Powerful should be bottled and sold. The liquid made us so slippery. I loved feeling him sliding in and out and the slick grinding of his movements. My clit was rubbing along the top of his beautiful shaft with each motion … in… out… back… forth… slowly… deeply. I was about to explode…

And then suddenly he stopped.

By the time I opened my eyes to see what was happening, Powerful’s mouth found the source of my need and… I …just…let…go……

From a distance…some where in the blue glow of that room I heard Powerful saying,

“You are so beautiful when you cum.”

His last word came out as sort of a half moan or grunt. He was jerking himself off furiously, listening to my cum sounds and watching my face. His moaning became louder and his breathing ragged.

“Please…”

That was all I could manage from my cum haze and I opened my mouth to receive him….

The porno was done. The blue light made the beads of sweat on Powerful’s back look the same color of raindrops in bad velvet paintings,the kind that would hang in this seedy love palace. The sheets were soaked in our sweat and our cum and that slick cold liquid. The poor cleaning lady!

“What was that stuff anyway?”

“You told me once, about a story in that Black Erotica book you love. It was about two people and a bottle of Olive oil. Well I didn’t have time to get to the supermarket but I figured this would do. Sorry it was so cold; it was in my car all day.”

I giggled at the familiar bottle “That was a very nice touch. I knew I recognized that smell!”

Johnson’s Baby Oil – a must have for any motel adventure!

I am Siren – and Fury was nice enough to let me cum and share with you.


....ahem..told you it was hot. Show your love in the comments for Siren...I need a moment alone;-)