Creampie Stories

Joe was so predictable. He always got out the cognac when he wanted something. I think he thinks the expensive liquor impresses me, and I will swoon over any suggestion he makes. Either that, or he thinks the sneaky-potent stuff will break down any resistance I have. Joe has all sorts of male fantasies, and having me do what he wants must be chief among them.

In fact, though, I am naturally extra-reserved when I get tipsy. I do like the burn the cognac gives me, but that sets off a warning bell that tells me to be cautious. I don’t like to feel out of control. Thus, Joe’s expensive hooch has the opposite effect to that which he intends, putting me on guard.

Tonight was a great example. I knew he wanted something, and I merely waited until he sprang his ill-conceived idea on me. He was close on drunk before he had the courage, while I had just sipped half of one brandy glass.

“Honey, you are so sexy,” he said. Whether he knew it or not, those words were his standard introduction to his fantasies. Tonight he had poor timing. His soft cock was in my mouth, and I was trying hard to get the flaccid thing stiff. He suffered from erection problems when he drank, and he suffered from wisdom problems too.

“MMMMmmmmpfh?” I asked, my mouth full of dick. I had been contemplating faking a headache, because getting him hard was just not worth the effort.

…

To Read A Continuation Of This Creampie Stories Click Here >>

Filed by Creampie at 9:07 pm under Creampie Stories
1 Comment

“Do I look alright?” Vanessa asked. She looked undecided, and I was aware she had been looking at herself in the mirror for some time.

I regarded her with the affectionate eye of a husband who loves his wife. She looked very fetching even so, from her black patent-leather pumps (with shiny gold buckles) to her cute blonde bob with the little flip in the back. In between, she wore black hose, a red sheath dress, and a wrap of some kind that reminded me of the TV character Maude. The Maude-look was more than offset by the deep bustline that let me see more than a little of the creases between her breasts. The overall effect was festive, a bit sexy, and yet conservative enough for our friends.

“You look great,” I told her with warmth.

“You aren’t lying?” she asked, biting her blood red lower lip (I love red lipstick!). “You’re not being nice?”

I came to hug her. “I am being nice, but you look nice in any case.” We hugged firmly, but not so much that her look would be smushed.

“My hair looks OK?” she asked. I nodded, finally liking her hair again now that it had grown out. I wanted to forget the entire “Pixie Cut” episode, as we referred to it. I especially liked the sexy modern flip, and told her so.

“And my makeup is OK?”

…

To Read A Continuation Of This Creampie Stories Click Here >>

Filed by Creampie at 5:11 pm under Creampie Stories
1 Comment

“Do I look alright?” Vanessa asked. She looked undecided, and I was aware she had been looking at herself in the mirror for some time.

I regarded her with the affectionate eye of a husband who loves his wife. She looked very fetching even so, from her black patent-leather pumps (with shiny gold buckles) to her cute blonde bob with the little flip in the back. In between, she wore black hose, a red sheath dress, and a wrap of some kind that reminded me of the TV character Maude. The Maude-look was more than offset by the deep bustline that let me see more than a little of the creases between her breasts. The overall effect was festive, a bit sexy, and yet conservative enough for our friends.

“You look great,” I told her with warmth.

“You aren’t lying?” she asked, biting her blood red lower lip (I love red lipstick!). “You’re not being nice?”

I came to hug her. “I am being nice, but you look nice in any case.” We hugged firmly, but not so much that her look would be smushed.

“My hair looks OK?” she asked. I nodded, finally liking her hair again now that it had grown out. I wanted to forget the entire “Pixie Cut” episode, as we referred to it. I especially liked the sexy modern flip, and told her so.

…

To Read A Continuation Of This Creampie Stories Click Here >>

Filed by Creampie at 3:16 pm under Creampie Stories
1 Comment

The phone rang and absently I picked it up.

“Hello, Clem speaking. How can I help you?” I said. I wasn’t quite paying attention yet, which was about to change.

“Clem? You sound so business-like,” the female voice chuckled. “Do you know who this is?”

I did, kinda, but not really. I looked at the phone, the caller ID telling me it was a number in my area code. Only one woman in my area had such a sexy voice. “Sure, this is Shannon,” I answered.

“Did you guess?” she laughed. That made me laugh as well.

“Well, maybe an educated guess,” I smiled. “So, how are you?” We exchanged pleasantries for a while, talking about what was going on in our lives. I got the impression that she was stalling a little bit. Finally, I asked her what was up.

“Well, I wanted to tell you about a little research I’ve been doing.”

…

To Read A Continuation Of This Creampie Stories Click Here >>

Filed by Creampie at 3:23 pm under Creampie Stories
1 Comment

“Merry Christmas,” I smiled, shaking Mitch’s hand. “I am glad you could make it down.” Mitch and his wife Caren had traveled all the way from Dallas to make our Annual Christmas Party.

“I am too,” he said, moving past me to hug my wife Perra.

That left me free to welcome Caren, who was still outside, smiling brightly at me. “Merry Christmas,” I said, reaching for her.

“Merry Christmas, Clllleeeemmmmm,” she said, in that sing-song-y voice of hers. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close. I was instantly intoxicated by her perfume, but I was even headier being in an embrace with her.

I consider Caren to be one of the sexiest women I know. She isn’t a young hottie, her body is nice for her 35 years but not ultra-fit, and her face shows laugh lines. I lusted mightily for her because of her wit and intelligence. She was playfully sexy, and we had a huge erotic tension thing going on between us that we both delighted in playing to the hilt.

…

To Read A Continuation Of This Creampie Stories Click Here >>

Filed by Creampie at 3:36 pm under Creampie Stories
1 Comment

My wife Perra and I love to throw a Christmas party. I find it wonderful to have my close friends over to enjoy the cheer and camaraderie of the season. Plus, I often find some of Perra’s friends under the misletoe, if you know what I mean. Usually, the party gets pretty vibrant, especially considering we are mostly 30- and 40- somethings. This year, it really got out of hand.

I blame myself. I invited my co-workers, and the only ones without plans were the 20-somethings. When they asked if they could bring dates, I told them it was OK. Well, someone blabbed about the party, and soon I found people I didn’t know grabbing beers from the ice barrel.

At first, I thought it was a co-worker’s date that I didn’t know, but the party got increasingly crowded. I found Perra and asked what I should do; order the crashers out or roll with it. She told me to relax, and to have fun for once. So I did.

We had sent our kids to a friend’s for the night, which removed my biggest problem with a noisy party: keeping the children awake. It also gave me a chance to hook up the Xbox I had bought my son for Christmas (hey, I had to make sure it worked, right?). I spent the time before the party ripping my son’s favorite songs and Christmas tunes to the hard disk, and then I had rented DOA3 and Halo to play at the party. When the youngsters arrived, the 5.1 surround system was cranked up while the game was played. It was loud, and it was a blast.

…

To Read A Continuation Of This Creampie Stories Click Here >>

Filed by Creampie at 3:00 pm under Creampie Stories
1 Comment

My phone buzzed during my meeting. I had set it to vibrate to not disturb the proceedings, and I didn’t look at it until the meeting was concluded because we were almost done. The missed call was from my wife, and I called her before packing up.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“What’re you doing?” Perra inanely asked. She knew I was in meetings today.

“I’m about to pack up and head home,” I told her.

“Could I convince you to stop by Caren and Mitch’s on the way?” she inquired.

“On the way?” I responded, incredulous. “They’re at least an hour there and an hour and a half back. I’ll miss my plane!”

“Doesn’t Southwest fl y every half-hour?” she pointed out.

“Yeah, but…”

…

To Read A Continuation Of This Creampie Stories Click Here >>

Filed by Creampie at 6:48 pm under Creampie Stories
1 Comment