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16/01/2013
Follow up #2
It has been less than a month since my last message. My job took me to Little Rock, Kansas City, and Des Moines and the boss asked me to go back to my assigned six central States and to take Martha Rogers-Munez with me. I was to train her to take my place and I was going to take over the six southeast States customers—a promotion .
Here is my follow up for my second visit to N. Dakota. I landed in Bismarck last Sunday afternoon with Martha and drove to the little town not far to the east and the same motel. My Indian friend had reserved a room for me. Martha lucked out and got one 3 doors down. My friend and I had made a plan when we had met before to do just like we had done that first time. I was to come in early just like before and pretend to hear a noise in the bathroom. Plus we were to both have abstained from self-sex until we met again.
I had only worked 5 ½ hours as planned with my friend DL. As we headed back to the motel, Martha said the trip and the training had worn her out. She was going to take a nap and then walk across the street and get a Big Mac and did I want to go? I told her no and I would see her in the morning.
Just as last time, I went to the motel bedroom and took off my clothes. I dug out the same sweater and jeans from my carry-on as last time and placed them on dresser. I had asked myself if DL was really there and would he and I be repeating everything just like last time. (His name was a corruption of Indian and French-Canadian. His great grandmother had been French—I just called him DL). DL made a small noise in the bathroom. He was there—true to his word. I was thrilled! I moved swiftly to the bathroom. There he was with glass cleaner and a soft cloth just like last time—except he was naked!
He stared at me just as before. We didn’t speak. I moved towards him. DL sat down the cleaner and opened his arms—his manhood was stiff and quivering up and down almost in time with his heartbeat. Pre-cum was shining from the large head. I knew that he had not cheated and had not masturbated while we were apart.
I fell into his arms—he kissed me passionately—his manhood throbbing against my mound. He didn’t say a word. He turned me towards the sink just as before and bent my head and shoulders downwards. This time he had folded up two fluffy towels for me to rest my head and arms upon. He was so thoughtful.
He thrust his big organ carefully into me. There was a slight pain at first—I had not had sex or self-sex since I was here last. He moved slowly at first and then faster. After 35 or so strokes, he suddenly stopped. I remember that I had said hoarsely, ‘….keep going don’t stop! You can’t stop! I’m almost there. Go! Please go!’ I was moving fast up and down on my tip toes. (I am getting horny now writing about it).
He stopped anyway. I was so pent up; I reached down and frantically rubbed my clit—I was so close I couldn’t stand it. I had to get off anyway I could. I thought of nothing else. The world around me was growing black.
He reached down and grabbed my hand. With his other hand he slapped a small plastic bag filled with ice over my mound and clit. My anxiety and excitement subsided and I calmed down. I said to him that day, ‘Oh my gawd DL, why did you stop? I was so close. I was totally caught up in climaxing.’
He never said a word. He tossed the ice bag into the sink and got behind me again. He pushed his now really rigid organ in slowly. I told him not to stop this time.
He had said that afternoon that he wouldn’t. He started thrusting again—slowly. After about 25 thrusts, he sped up. I started moving too although it was not as easy being against the sink top. I felt myself starting to peak. He sensed it. He stopped again.
‘Go! You gotta go!’ I had said to him that afternoon, ‘And you lied! Keep going! Go! Please go! I can’t stand it!’ I was bouncing on my tip toes again—my mound against the fluffy towels on the sink top. He had backed away from me a little bit.
I thrust my two first fingers inside me and started vibrating them rapidly. Again he grabbed my hand and put the bag of ice back over my mound and clit. I subsided. I then said to him, ‘You rat! Why are you torturing me?’ DL never said a word. He picked me up and carried me to the bed. He crawled next to me and said, ‘I’ll stretch this cock ring open and put it over the head—you pull my organ and my foreskin up and out as far as you can—really pull! Don’t let go until I have the ring on as far as it will go.’
I did just as he said! I had never heard of a cock ring before. He let go of the stretched cock ring. His organ turned into a steel monster. The head was like a large golf ball. I gave him a few strokes—then I moved my hand faster. He told me to stop and that he wasn’t ready to finish yet. He pulled me over next to him and started stroking my clit and my moist lips below it with his right hand.
I told him that day that he didn’t dare stop this time. He only smiled and kept moving his hand slowly. He was only teasing me and I knew it. That made it even better. He was a really considerate man and I am sure he was doing this ‘stop and go’ stuff to make me eventually explode—probably more than once! Little did I know.
I started writhing—I moved my hips faster. He stopped. I kept on writhing. I couldn’t help it. Tears were in my eyes with fear—fear that he wouldn’t ever let me climax. It was an outlandish thought. Of course he would—sometime!
The cock ring made his big organ curve upward slightly. It was beautiful. I reached for it and stroked the monster three or four times. Instead he pushed my hand away and rolled me over on my left side. He lifted my right leg up in the air and thrust his cock ringed organ into me carefully. He lay still just as the week before when I was here last. It was different this time—I had not finished for days and neither had he. And his organ was way way harder than last time. It felt fantastic inside! The cock ring did it.
I started moving against his thighs. He lay still. I moved faster. Soon so did he! This time I knew we were going to climb to the mountain top. In less than 30 strokes more, we both exploded. I lay still totally exhausted filled with feelings of both ecstasy and satisfaction. Suddenly he started thrusting again. I came almost as fast as the first time. He didn’t stop—I felt myself climbing to the top again. I exploded once more—now I was ready to rest—I was getting weak. He kept on going, he had not finished—he told me later that the cock ring made it so he was in better control and also the hard-on would not go down readily.
I couldn’t control anything—I came again for the 4th time. He kept going. It took longer the 5th time—I was breathing hard. I was moving as fast as I could—he too started breathing hard and moving faster.
I let out a moaning noise—he did too—he slammed into my buttocks hard several times. I exploded again for the 6th time and he exploded for the first time in such a blast of cum, that I could feel it inside when it erupted out of his cock. At the time, I thought that surely there must be a cup full of cum inside me. The cock ring kept his organ hard. It was throbbing and still moving inside me. He slowly stopped. We rested for a bit that afternoon.
We both were still. Finally our breathing returned to normal. After a few minutes that day, I felt a strange itch inside—very hard to explain, but it seemed like an itch. I couldn’t help myself, I started to move slowly once more. This time DL held back as before and just let me do all the work, finally he started moving in time with me. I mentally counted strokes—I have no idea why. I was up to 75 and could hardly stand it—I moved faster. He moaned and moved faster too. Soon we were thumping along at top speed. I let out a small noise and told him I was going to go again—he went faster somehow. I don’t know how he did it. He was like a rivet gun. I exploded once more. He wasn’t there yet. He knew he was getting close to his second cum! He kept pumping. The idea that he was heading for a home run once more, made me so horny that I started to climax again. He sensed it and thrust harder—we both exploded together, but not as wild. He kept moving slowly until my quivering subsided. Finally he stopped and pulled out—his organ was still rock hard. The cock ring did it again. I didn’t tell him I almost came for the 7th time as he was wiggling his organ back and forth as he slowly pulled out. When I had met him that first time, it was only then that I knew that I was a multi-orgasm woman—I had no idea as when I masturbated at college I finished just once and very very rarely twice.
We cleaned up and went out to eat at the only café in that part of town. It was a truck stop. All the drivers looked at me as we walked in. I wondered if they could tell what we had been doing. I knew my face was flushed. ’They’ll think it is the North Dakota cold air,’ I rationalized to myself.
I flew out from Bismarck the next morning close to noon. We had said to each other….we’ll have to do it again. I wasn’t sure if I would ever get back. I had told him that I was getting a new geographical location in the southeast—a promotion and with a bonus. I told him Martha would be taking my place and that I would be going to the Carolinas, Alabama, Georgia, Florida, etc. And that she was going to be here one more day. The Data Center Manager wanted to run her through the medical record automated process one more time tomorrow.
When she got back to work in Dallas and I saw her this last Monday morning she told me that she had met the nicest Indian guy in the motel—he had been cleaning the bathroom mirror when she came back early. They had talked for an hour and he had left to get a bottle of wine—she said they had a great time—she didn’t elaborate but she blushed while talking to me.
Who knows, maybe there will be a left-over Cherokee whose ancestors missed the Trail of Tears when I go to Alabama at the end of this month. I love those big cock Indian men.
It has been less than a month since my last message. My job took me to Little Rock, Kansas City, and Des Moines and the boss asked me to go back to my assigned six central States and to take Martha Rogers-Munez with me. I was to train her to take my place and I was going to take over the six southeast States customers—a promotion .
Here is my follow up for my second visit to N. Dakota. I landed in Bismarck last Sunday afternoon with Martha and drove to the little town not far to the east and the same motel. My Indian friend had reserved a room for me. Martha lucked out and got one 3 doors down. My friend and I had made a plan when we had met before to do just like we had done that first time. I was to come in early just like before and pretend to hear a noise in the bathroom. Plus we were to both have abstained from self-sex until we met again.
I had only worked 5 ½ hours as planned with my friend DL. As we headed back to the motel, Martha said the trip and the training had worn her out. She was going to take a nap and then walk across the street and get a Big Mac and did I want to go? I told her no and I would see her in the morning.
Just as last time, I went to the motel bedroom and took off my clothes. I dug out the same sweater and jeans from my carry-on as last time and placed them on dresser. I had asked myself if DL was really there and would he and I be repeating everything just like last time. (His name was a corruption of Indian and French-Canadian. His great grandmother had been French—I just called him DL). DL made a small noise in the bathroom. He was there—true to his word. I was thrilled! I moved swiftly to the bathroom. There he was with glass cleaner and a soft cloth just like last time—except he was naked!
He stared at me just as before. We didn’t speak. I moved towards him. DL sat down the cleaner and opened his arms—his manhood was stiff and quivering up and down almost in time with his heartbeat. Pre-cum was shining from the large head. I knew that he had not cheated and had not masturbated while we were apart.
I fell into his arms—he kissed me passionately—his manhood throbbing against my mound. He didn’t say a word. He turned me towards the sink just as before and bent my head and shoulders downwards. This time he had folded up two fluffy towels for me to rest my head and arms upon. He was so thoughtful.
He thrust his big organ carefully into me. There was a slight pain at first—I had not had sex or self-sex since I was here last. He moved slowly at first and then faster. After 35 or so strokes, he suddenly stopped. I remember that I had said hoarsely, ‘….keep going don’t stop! You can’t stop! I’m almost there. Go! Please go!’ I was moving fast up and down on my tip toes. (I am getting horny now writing about it).
He stopped anyway. I was so pent up; I reached down and frantically rubbed my clit—I was so close I couldn’t stand it. I had to get off anyway I could. I thought of nothing else. The world around me was growing black.
He reached down and grabbed my hand. With his other hand he slapped a small plastic bag filled with ice over my mound and clit. My anxiety and excitement subsided and I calmed down. I said to him that day, ‘Oh my gawd DL, why did you stop? I was so close. I was totally caught up in climaxing.’
He never said a word. He tossed the ice bag into the sink and got behind me again. He pushed his now really rigid organ in slowly. I told him not to stop this time.
He had said that afternoon that he wouldn’t. He started thrusting again—slowly. After about 25 thrusts, he sped up. I started moving too although it was not as easy being against the sink top. I felt myself starting to peak. He sensed it. He stopped again.
‘Go! You gotta go!’ I had said to him that afternoon, ‘And you lied! Keep going! Go! Please go! I can’t stand it!’ I was bouncing on my tip toes again—my mound against the fluffy towels on the sink top. He had backed away from me a little bit.
I thrust my two first fingers inside me and started vibrating them rapidly. Again he grabbed my hand and put the bag of ice back over my mound and clit. I subsided. I then said to him, ‘You rat! Why are you torturing me?’ DL never said a word. He picked me up and carried me to the bed. He crawled next to me and said, ‘I’ll stretch this cock ring open and put it over the head—you pull my organ and my foreskin up and out as far as you can—really pull! Don’t let go until I have the ring on as far as it will go.’
I did just as he said! I had never heard of a cock ring before. He let go of the stretched cock ring. His organ turned into a steel monster. The head was like a large golf ball. I gave him a few strokes—then I moved my hand faster. He told me to stop and that he wasn’t ready to finish yet. He pulled me over next to him and started stroking my clit and my moist lips below it with his right hand.
I told him that day that he didn’t dare stop this time. He only smiled and kept moving his hand slowly. He was only teasing me and I knew it. That made it even better. He was a really considerate man and I am sure he was doing this ‘stop and go’ stuff to make me eventually explode—probably more than once! Little did I know.
I started writhing—I moved my hips faster. He stopped. I kept on writhing. I couldn’t help it. Tears were in my eyes with fear—fear that he wouldn’t ever let me climax. It was an outlandish thought. Of course he would—sometime!
The cock ring made his big organ curve upward slightly. It was beautiful. I reached for it and stroked the monster three or four times. Instead he pushed my hand away and rolled me over on my left side. He lifted my right leg up in the air and thrust his cock ringed organ into me carefully. He lay still just as the week before when I was here last. It was different this time—I had not finished for days and neither had he. And his organ was way way harder than last time. It felt fantastic inside! The cock ring did it.
I started moving against his thighs. He lay still. I moved faster. Soon so did he! This time I knew we were going to climb to the mountain top. In less than 30 strokes more, we both exploded. I lay still totally exhausted filled with feelings of both ecstasy and satisfaction. Suddenly he started thrusting again. I came almost as fast as the first time. He didn’t stop—I felt myself climbing to the top again. I exploded once more—now I was ready to rest—I was getting weak. He kept on going, he had not finished—he told me later that the cock ring made it so he was in better control and also the hard-on would not go down readily.
I couldn’t control anything—I came again for the 4th time. He kept going. It took longer the 5th time—I was breathing hard. I was moving as fast as I could—he too started breathing hard and moving faster.
I let out a moaning noise—he did too—he slammed into my buttocks hard several times. I exploded again for the 6th time and he exploded for the first time in such a blast of cum, that I could feel it inside when it erupted out of his cock. At the time, I thought that surely there must be a cup full of cum inside me. The cock ring kept his organ hard. It was throbbing and still moving inside me. He slowly stopped. We rested for a bit that afternoon.
We both were still. Finally our breathing returned to normal. After a few minutes that day, I felt a strange itch inside—very hard to explain, but it seemed like an itch. I couldn’t help myself, I started to move slowly once more. This time DL held back as before and just let me do all the work, finally he started moving in time with me. I mentally counted strokes—I have no idea why. I was up to 75 and could hardly stand it—I moved faster. He moaned and moved faster too. Soon we were thumping along at top speed. I let out a small noise and told him I was going to go again—he went faster somehow. I don’t know how he did it. He was like a rivet gun. I exploded once more. He wasn’t there yet. He knew he was getting close to his second cum! He kept pumping. The idea that he was heading for a home run once more, made me so horny that I started to climax again. He sensed it and thrust harder—we both exploded together, but not as wild. He kept moving slowly until my quivering subsided. Finally he stopped and pulled out—his organ was still rock hard. The cock ring did it again. I didn’t tell him I almost came for the 7th time as he was wiggling his organ back and forth as he slowly pulled out. When I had met him that first time, it was only then that I knew that I was a multi-orgasm woman—I had no idea as when I masturbated at college I finished just once and very very rarely twice.
We cleaned up and went out to eat at the only café in that part of town. It was a truck stop. All the drivers looked at me as we walked in. I wondered if they could tell what we had been doing. I knew my face was flushed. ’They’ll think it is the North Dakota cold air,’ I rationalized to myself.
I flew out from Bismarck the next morning close to noon. We had said to each other….we’ll have to do it again. I wasn’t sure if I would ever get back. I had told him that I was getting a new geographical location in the southeast—a promotion and with a bonus. I told him Martha would be taking my place and that I would be going to the Carolinas, Alabama, Georgia, Florida, etc. And that she was going to be here one more day. The Data Center Manager wanted to run her through the medical record automated process one more time tomorrow.
When she got back to work in Dallas and I saw her this last Monday morning she told me that she had met the nicest Indian guy in the motel—he had been cleaning the bathroom mirror when she came back early. They had talked for an hour and he had left to get a bottle of wine—she said they had a great time—she didn’t elaborate but she blushed while talking to me.
Who knows, maybe there will be a left-over Cherokee whose ancestors missed the Trail of Tears when I go to Alabama at the end of this month. I love those big cock Indian men.
Poster:
Francine Bakker
