Surprises and a loaded gun

Surprises are part of this hobby. The new girl who's just your type. The smoking hot Latina who just plunges her sweet, young pussy down on your cock without so much as a hint. (Yes, that happened to me).

Then there is another category of surprise ...

I'm not even referring to that most common "oh no" category: the breast reveal. Ever since the introduction of the "wonder bra" a couple of decades ago, tit estimation has become a gamble. Who hasn't bought a dance with a promising rack only to be underwhelmed by over-promising undergarments?

That's an everyday risk. What this is about is those moments we couldn't - and certainly didn't - see coming.

Like a giant clit. I took a chance on this newbie even though she seemed shy. She was pretty enough at around 25. But her demeanor said uptight. Sure enough, in the back, she told me there would be no dick sucking. She doesn't do that. If I would lick her pussy, however, we'd fuck. Hell yes.

Oh hell ... I had never seen anything like it before. Her clit was like a pinky finger pointing down her slit. I rolled it around in my mouth. I licked and loved it. When we fucked, I blasted a huge stream up her belly and over that huge clit. I chose her again several times after. Haven't seen anything remotely like it since.

I met a different girl from that club at a hotel once things began to open after Covid. We'd fucked in the club before. Now with all the clubs closed for pandemic, we met for lunch, then headed for a hotel bed. She was a skinny little thing, which contributed to my amazement when I pulled down her pants. I'd never seen a bush so big - and I came of age in the era before girls shaved down there. There was nothing in her club past that suggested in anyway that her body hair would be a feature. Yet here she was, less than 100 pounds, pale, demur and sporting a tropical rain forest jungle. Five or so months of celibate lockdown had left her with a thick, dense black carpet. I plunged in. Was great for a change. When we met a month or so later at another hotel, the shaved slit was back. Oh well.

When the clubs are on a declining trend, I seek out AMPs for my pleasure. In the suburbs where I live, Asian massage places seldom sport prime young models. More likely the girls are older (though often beautiful). Sometimes, the place is mostly for massage with the handjob as an obligatory extra. Those places typically can be identified by the street dress of the operators. No bikinis. Definitely no lingerie. So you're probably not fucking.

She was in street clothes, so it's probably a handjob. Average-looking, she seemed sure to be going no further - and maybe pretty average at that. Surprise. Moment of truth comes and she ask what I want. Nothing ventured ... so I ask for a blowjob. And she delivered. Nothing in the 30 or so minutes preceding suggested sexy. Clothes were drab and ill-fitting. Face was drab too, even sad. Hands stayed away from the good parts.

What a cocksucker. Without a word about money or anything else, she took my dick in her mouth until it was fully erect. Now measuring the distance with her eyes, she smiled down at me, lowered her lips to the tip again and then took me deeper than any girl before or since. How exquisite when my swollen head passed through that narrow opening and sank all the way into her throat. So deep. This was what they meant by deepthroat. Other girls have taken me all the way. None so deep in her throat. You better believe I went back.

That place closed. I'll never know what happened to Grace and her magic mouth. The bush girl went nuts. Our sex ended after a few demented messages via text. And big clit went to school to be an armed guard. I hope she made it. So hot thinking about her and a loaded gun.