House Dressing

One evening on the way over to Carla’s apartment, I picked up a couple of salads from Wendy’s. There was a promising night ahead. When I got there, I was already turned on, and as she got our dinner out of the bags, Carla wanted a panty report. That is, she wanted to see what panties I had worn for her that night. I was only too happy to oblige, and quickly got my pants off so I could model my panties for her. Of course, she approved with a few gropes here and there, which only served to get me all the more turned on. She even got me out for a few strokes to tease me for what was ahead after dinner.

She had put the salads into some bowls of her own, and we were going to dine on her couch. Feeling frisky, I was stroking myself and jokingly asked if she would like the “house dressing.” She replied, “Well, of course!” and her wicked smile. I acted like I was going to jerk off into her salad, but of course I was only acting. She continued to hold out her bowl.

I started to sit down. “I’m waiting for the ‘house dressing,’” she said coyly.

“Are you serious?” I asked.

“Well, you offered the house dressing, and I accepted. Now, when do I get the house dressing, waiter?”

Shit, she was fucking serious! I stood back up while she held out her bowl. She had a grin with raised eyebrows. She started a little role-play like I was the waiter in a restaurant.

“You know, I’ve heard the ‘house’ is really good… very creamy and warm… just the way I like it. I hope you’ll give me a little extra on my salad.” She started to play with my balls. “Can I pump it for awhile?”

“Yes, of fuck!” My panties were down to my thighs as Carla pumped my cock with an innocent look on her face. She continued to make her little teasing double entendre remarks in a matter-of-fact tone of voice. I took over and started to jack it faster.

“Is that dressing ready for my salad yet? I’m getting hungry!” She acted like she was getting impatient.

I started to moan and scream. She held the bowl in place to be sure she caught it just right. As I started to shoot, she rotated the bowl to get coverage of the salad with the house dressing. I couldn’t believe I was cumming on her salad.

“That looks yummy!” she said with wide eyes as she licked her lips. Another spasm of cum shot out on top of the lettuce leaves. She continued to rotate the bowl to try to catch the jizz dressing on more of the lettuce. I moaned again as she giggled. Unbelievable!

I collapsed on the couch next to her as she laughed and thanked her waiter for delivering a nice amount of the ‘house.’ She promised a nice tip for me later. Next was a mind fuck the likes of which I’ve never experienced before or since.

Slowly, Carla took her fork and selected a few leaves of cum-soaked lettuce and ate it. I was stunned that she’d actually do it. I mean, first of all, it was now cold. And secondly, it wasn’t like it was on me or something. She was just eating salad with jizz on it.

“Mmmmm…. this is very good dressing,” she reported. She took another forkful as I watched in stunned amazement. Then, by about the fourth forkful, she carefully dipped leaves into the puddles of cum still in the bowl and then held it up to my mouth to feed me. Inside, I thought ‘I can’t possibly do this,’ but Carla had this way of just doing things with full expectation that I would participate, and I would. I ate the cold salad with the cold cum dressing. Truthfully, it wasn’t really as bad as I thought it would be since the lettuce was nice and fresh. The water content diluted the taste of the cum.

She then prepared another fork-full for herself and ate it. Again it was my turn, and I obliged as she fed me. We giggled like two girls wearing our panties eating on her couch. But this was just another lesson in sissy cum eating. Carla had no shame when it came to sex, and from that shamelessness, she was teaching me to enjoy eating cum the way she loved it.

There were many shared cum eating episodes to follow. Almost every blowjob was snowballed. She might give me a handjob in the car and then lick her fingers and offer some of it to me so I could help her lick her fingers clean. She liked me giving her a "facial" so that afterward I could lick it off her face and we could share it in our kisses. In the end, Carla taught me to be a cumslut.

Carla's First Lesson

Wearing panties every time we were together was by now typical and soon progressed to my wearing pantyhose, which she just LOVED. I wondered just how far I could go with this. Could I get it to the point I was with Terri of years gone by? Could we play dress up together and wear bras and everything? Short answer: mostly yes, all in due time. More about that later.

As I mentioned in my previous post, Carla's lessons were in the form of learning acceptance. One of those lessons came in a most unexpected way. First a little background. This girl could suck cock 'til the cows came home. She was never slutty. She never acted slutty or talked dirty. It's hard to explain, but she was the only woman I've ever known who could look demure with a dick in her mouth. And, OMG, she could deep throat! I've never experienced that before or since. At first it was scary! I thought she was going to swallow my cock and consume it. She always swallowed my cum and was certain to get every last drop by stoking it in her mouth until my balls were drained and I went limp from the pain.

But this lesson is really about cum. Cum. Cum everything. Cum all over your face. Cum in your mouth. Cum down your throat. Hers... and mine. You see, while some guys are totally turned off by a woman kissing them after given them a blowjob, I've always thought it was particularly sexy to french kiss a woman after she had swallowed my load and I could taste the remnants of it. I wanted Carla to know how evolved I was by letting her know that I thought the taste of cum was sexy. I even licked it off her breast after cumming on her chest one time.

SNOWBALL

Once after giving me a particularly ball-draining blowjob one night, Carla gave me a VERY big surprise. She had sucked me completely dry to the point where I thought I might not ever cum again! I was lying there in an exhausted heap, and she returned quietly to my side and snuggled me for a moment while I caught my breath. Several minutes had passed before I started to show interest in her again and started kissing her. She slowly moved to gently kiss my lips, then moved above me. Eventually as her tongue met mine, an avalanche of warm cum began draining into my mouth as she continued a most passionate kiss. It was intoxicating. Her mouth was now sealed over mine to prevent any loss of the jizz as she stirred it in my mouth with her tongue.

There was no choice here: she was on top, and this load was mine to swallow. She had patiently saved it and brought it back to me as a gift. This kiss lasted for at least ten minutes while she silently demonstrated to me what an erotic woman does with a mouthful of her man's orgasm. It wasn't until all of it was extracted from her mouth and she was sure I had swallowed every last drop that she removed her mouth from mine and returned to my side without a word. I was speechless.

I had eaten my cum before, but this was the first time I had really experienced it, really savored it in my mouth. She had just shared with me a very intimate experience that is one normally only a woman could have. Carla gave me that experience--without any shame or guilt--as a gift.

Carla

Carla was the all-time kinkiest woman I've ever dated. She seemed to have no shame at all. We became emotionally and sexually involved on our first date. I spent the night on Friday, and we fucked our way well into Saturday. After showering, I was going to run home, get some fresh clothes and return. I thought I'd test her a little by pointing out that I didn't have any clean underwear.





This is a little game I've played with girlfriends to see if they'd offer something of theirs. It had never worked in the past.















"Well, just don't wear


any," she said with a wicked smile.

"That always feels so yucky," I whined. I'd hoped she'd come up with a helpful suggestion. She did.














She smiled coyly. "Would you like to borrow some of mine?"

I blushed and stammered. I'm such a good actor. I let her talk me into it. As she pulled opened her panty drawer, I gasped at all the sexy and silky panties she had. "You have some naughty little things here..."

She pulled out one of the more daring pairs and held them up. I protested in feigned embarrassment that I couldn't wear something like that. But I had to be careful; I didn't want her to pull out some boring cotton ones.

"Well," I said with a smile, "since you're lending me your panties, I should let you choose the ones you'd like me to wear."

Carla was like a kid in a candy store considering so many different styles to find the right one that she was going to have my wear home. As she would hold up the smaller bikinis, I would remind her that I needed some room to accommodate my equipment.

After considering at least a dozen pairs and being taken on a very nice tour of her lingerie drawer, she finally displayed a pair of silky white bikini panties with a sheer lace front inset. She held them open near the floor so I could step into them, and my dick started throbbing. As she started to bring the panties up my legs, Carla took notice of my condition which was now right in her face. She smiled approvingly, and said, "Well, are we getting a little turned on here?"

She was teasing the shit of me and loving it. Once she had pulled the panties up to the top of my thighs, she acted as if she didn't know how she would get them over my dick sticking straight out. She looked quizzically at the situation and said in a dumb voice, "Hmmm.... well maybe they won't fit after all."

"You might have to make things fit!" I suggested.

"O-o-o-o-hhhhh," she said, and then giggled.

Then she softly handled my dick in such a way as to be stroking it as she made various attempts and re-attempts to put it in the panties. The moving and stroking caused me noticeable frustration which I voiced.

"Well I'm sorry," she said in a mock apologetic tone, "I'm just trying to get everything to fit right."

"You're only making matters worse!" I countered.

"Yes, I can see that," she gleamed.

After all this fussing, she finally had me turn around so she could admire the fit. She was enjoying the view. "I love it!"

I thought I was in heaven. Here was this incredibly sexy woman who had just put me in her panties, and she was enjoying this! Could I tell her that I have my own collection at home?

I drove home with a raging hardon wearing these lacy underthings, debating all the while if I should wear them on my return. I decided I should act "normal" and return wearing men's underwear and politely thank her for the loan but also let her know that I really did have fun wearing them.

On my return, she was actually disappointed that I wasn't wearing her panties. I told her I'd be glad to wear them again. Before the weekend was over, we did have another experimentation session with some other pairs of Carla's panties. I knew this was going to be a fun ride.

I brought up the subject of panties a couple times again when we talked on the phone. This was still almost too much for me to believe. She really liked seeing me in panties! It was the subject of some coy conversation, and I hinted at the idea of wearing something "for her" upon my return.



When I returned, I was in fact wearing a pair of my own lace trimmed panties. I was really nervous about it. This would be a revealing moment as she would know that I had my own. Then again, I figured if things went terribly wrong, I could also make a joke of it and tell her that I bought a single pair as a joke just to play with her head.

After I had been there for awhile, I told her I had a surprise for her and hinted where the surprise might be. Once she took the clue, she put her hand down my pants, she smiled and said, "Well, we know what they are, but we need to find out what color they are."

Before long, she was giving me more of her panties on permanent loan and buying me frilly, lacy, bikini panties with the expectation that I would wear them for her on dates and, more importantly, in bed. She knew how much they turned me on, and she reaped the benefits thereof.

Carla seemed to have no inhibitions whatsoever about most anything concerning sex. It was only my inhibitions and fears that kept me from fully revealing myself to her.

Now you're probably thinking this was too good to be true. It only lasted less than a year for reasons that I will soon reveal to you, but in that year, Carla taught me a lot about self-acceptance.