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Subject: {ASSM} Blind Date by Delta Venus {oral}
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Date: Tue, 24 Mar 2009 07:10:02 -0400
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Blind Date - a Story
 by Delta Venus

Copyright 2009


I was down at the seawall enjoying the sunset when it happened. Being
blind, I can't actually watch the sun go down, but I can feel the
tranformation as it does, and I enjoy the smell and taste of the salt
air, and the sound of the crashing waves. Coming down here helps me
unwind after a boring day of composing comupter code for the
corportation I work for. I think being blind is actually an asset in
my job, having the code read aloud to me by the computer makes it much
easier to catch bugs and other mistakes, and I feel really lucky to
have a job at all after the accident. Little did I know that my habit
of coming down to listen to the peaceful Pacific would prove lucky as
well.


I was quite startled when a hand grasped my thigh. The only reason I
didn't scream was because I had just begun to sense that someone was
next to me. The sound of the waves had covered up whatever noise she
had made approaching, and I hadn't yet caught the subtle flower scent
of perfume (lilac? jasmine?) on the wind, so I can't say exactly how I
knew someone was there, but I did. I say she because my senses told me
it was a woman. Her scent, soft touch, smooth skin, all spoke of
feminity, but I have no real way of knowing for sure. I began to ask
who it was, but her finger touched my lips in an obvious sign I was to
be silent. She was seated to my left, and her hand grasped my right
elbow, pulling the arm back, while she also grasped my left hand
firmly, also pulling it back. Before I could react or protest, my
hands were tied firmly behind my back by what felt like a silk scarf
or handkerchief. I tugged strongly, but my hands were fastened
securely and going nowhere.


I was about to yell my bloody head off, when the finger was pressed
gently against my lips again. "Why should I be quiet?" I wondered to
myself. "Some strange woman is kidnapping me!" But I did not yell out.
The finger trailed down from my lips, brushing gently across my chest,
and before I knew it both her hands were at my fly, undoing my pants,
and pulling out my now swiftly growing penis. It might be a
kidnapping, but I was liking it so far!


I felt her long hair brushing me, as she bent her head down and gave
me a kiss right on the head of my cock. Her fingers tightened around
the base, allowing the blood to flow in (and it was flowing!), but not
to flow out. I was throbbing deeply with each beat of my heart, and my
boner felt like it might just burst, it was growing so hard. She
gently swirled her tongue around the head of my cock, giving the
little drawstring on the underside an extra flick as she did it. Then
she licked my dick like an ice cream cone, starting at the base just
above her tightly wrapped fingers, and making her way slowly up to the
head. Again she swirled the top in a circular fashion, flicking the
underside two or three times. I gasped out loud from sheer pleasure.


A thousand things were going through my mind. How could this be
happening? My god, we are in public, in plain sight! Is anyone
watching this? I could stop this by getting up and running away! I
don't want to stop this, it feels fucking fantastic! Is this a setup?
Is this a wild prank, or is this woman showing off for someone
special? Could we be part of a porno movie? God, that swirling feels
incredible! She is really good at this. Will she want money when she
is done? WTF!?


My anonymous lover kicked things up a notch, and began to suck, not
just lick. My cock slid into her velvety mouth, and she took it in all
the way to base, where her fingers still held me tightly circled, then
came back up slowly. She didn't stop doing the swirly thing at the
head of my cock, but she didn't pull me out of her mouth to do it. She
kept me inside, and swirled away with the head locked between her
lips. Fucking awesome! I no longer gave a shit if anyone was watching,
one person, a hundred, who cared! Film it and sell the DVD, what the
hell!


I was exepriencing all sorts of sensations. I could feel her body
leaning against me, the pressure of one of her breasts pushing against
my restrained left arm. I could feel her long hair, full and silky,
shifting against me with the up and down motion of her head. I could
just barely hear the sloppy noises she was making over the sound of
the surf, as she sucked and swirled her way up and down my throbbing
rod. I could hear the surf. I could feel the salt air losing its
warmth as the sun sank below the horizon, and I was growing more aware
of the light offshore breeze slowly cooling the sweat that was forming
on my skin. I could blame my goosebumps on the growing chill, but I
would be lying. Whoever this woman was, she knew how to suck a dick!


She seemed as aware of sensation as I was. She knew when I was at my
peak, about to surrender completely to her expert ministrations. Just
as I couldn't stand the growing pleasure any longer, she squeezed the
base of my cock tightly, and doubled her efforts. That tongue! It was
doing a crazy dance across every nerve ending in the head of my cock.
I began to thrust uncontrollably, but she rode my bucking spasms with
skill. I had already had two very strong contractions, starting the
cum of my life, before she relased her tight grip around the base of
my dick. I exploded! She had been holding back the tide with that
tight grip, and once it was removed, the flood began in earnest. Jets
of cum shot from deep inside my bowels, it felt like every spurt
started at the base of my spine, and rushed forward with the force of
a firehose. She kept her lips clamped around the head of my cock, and
took every spurt right into her mouth.


I felt her head raising up from my lap, and then her lips brushed
softly against mine, and I could taste just a little of what I'd been
so forcefully squirting just seconds ago. Then her kiss became very
insistant. I was practically forced to open my mouth to her kisses,
and when I did she shoved the whole load of semen into my mouth, and
our tongues played sloppily with my spend in a deep french kiss. I was
shocked, and still a little stunned from the intensity of the orgasm.
She pulled away, and I felt a tug at the silk binding my hands, and
then she was gone. The only things she left behind were the silk scarf
hanging loosely from my wrists, and the immense load of my own semen
in my mouth. I have jacked off with the scarf many times since then,
reliving the intensity of that moment in fantasy, even though fantasy
isn't even close to a match for what she did to me.


You better believe I will never miss a sunset for the rest of my life!


       DV

http://www.geocities.com/delta_venus_x/

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