I realize I'm posting this only just an hour before the event itself (assuming I get lucky) but that's because it lessens the chance of any over enthusiastic reader's actually stalking me/us around town and potentially fucking things up. I hope that didn't sound unfriendly but tonight I'm out with 5 of my work buddies. We all pretty much have blown off most of the celebrations so far during our 4 day weekend. No dumb parades standing for hours in 98 degree heat (with screaming kids in tow). No stupid barbecues with hot dogs on the grill (and screaming kids). No ridiculous 4th of July concerts (with screaming kids in tow) filled with 2nd rate artists performing really lame music that has NOT A FUCKING THING to do with America's Declaration of Independence from Great Britain. Once in a great while (if the orchestra doesn't suck) you may get to hear the Tchaikovsky "1812" overture-which is certainly NOT a lame piece (and comes fully loaded with cannon's to prove it). But guess what bitches. Tchaikovsky was RUSSIAN for god sake, not AMERICAN.
So we six shining examples of Wall Street breeding and decorum (well most of us anyway) made plans weeks ago to celebrate the climax of summer by hopefully doing some climaxing of our own. So yes, its a bit of another contest. Not nearly as complicated or involved as the others. We are all going to be at the same lounge. We decided on the place after 2 weeks of thorough scouting. It's perfect since it's basically about the same distance to travel to for each of us. It's most decidedly a premium spot very difficult to get earlier reservations for. That's no problem for us though as we are actually going to have dinner there at 10:30. It starts becoming more of a club space around Midnight and doesn't close until 4:00 a.m. Between 1:30 and 3:00 though we've heard is prime "on the prowl" time, when you will see some of the most fantastic models and rich European babes currently in town looking for a serious "Centurion card" carrying, Alpha male hook-up. And for better or worse, that's me and my buddies.
For the contest part. We each put in $500. We each need to try and find a girl and convince her to spend the night with us. Most of the guys have already made reservations at nearby hotels in advance. I got reservations at the Chatwal (which I love) as is Jed. Time should be of the essence so assuming most everyone is doing well the last guy to land a babe automatically loses and forfeits his chance for pussy. He ends up being the "Joker" who holds the money BUT ends up getting the proof pics and ultimately selecting a winner. The CONTEST factor this time around is not going to be for who fucks the longest, best etc. The prize goes to whoever lands the most BEAUTIFUL PUSSY. This pic needs to be taken, and preferably pre-fucking of course. Pics will all be sent to the JOKER, but the guys will have to be receiving updates through the night in order to determine who that ultimately is. The deadline for the contest is the club closing time of 4:00. If more than one guy winds up pussy-less (not really likely and you'd agree I think if you could see these guys) then they just flip a coin for Joker duties.
I'm actually really looking forward to this as I'm so hungry for some real hard core premium PUSSY my eyes are starting to go blurry. I swear to god my "event" 3 weeks ago only made it worse. It's like my cock has no recollection of that. As far as it can recall it was last in "pussy bliss" the night of my Birthday (May 5th) 2 fucking months ago. What I've also discovered was that in popping off several (4) good loads that night 3 weeks ago my balls have now churned their way back with a vengeance. The lady's essentially going to be getting the equivalent of a very warm baseball slamming against her lower pussy lips. But that would be only if/when she's able to handle most of the shaft (depending on the position of course). I'm also really anxious to encounter a nice full pair of breasts, and swear I'll be able to get some milk out tonight. As far as the contest, that's where the real skills will come in. But I don't care what anyone else says. Any guy who really knows his women is already going to have at least a 70 percent idea what her pussy is going to look like long before he takes off her underwear. If he doesn't he's either a redneck, or gay. It's really all about body types, bone structures, skin tone and texture. It's survival of the fittest and most glamorous in the Darwinian -sense. It's not rocket science. If it were I'd still be a virgin.
Fuck -it's time for me to pack and start getting dressed. Just so you'll know, my buddies and me will all be at the 48 Lounge in Rockefeller center. If I land a babe I'll certainly post some updates and will get the pussy pic (if she indeed will let me take one) on my Tumblr a.s.a.p. This could be a VERY late night though.
Update: FUCK ME!!!! I just now woke up. It's like 12:50 p.m. --so I obviously missed checkout time again. I fucking hate when I do that. I'm fuck naked and woke up with another hardon -but am rather flumuxed to discover my babe isn't here?!!! I have no idea when she left as I truly slept like a dead horse. WTF???? I had been dreaming of waking her up with one hell of a "something to remember me by" session. FUCK IT!! I need to take a shower and see about some room service--assuming I can find some underwear. I think she may have destroyed a pair in her enthusiasm last night. I have no idea about the state of the contest yet, or any of that. All I know is I'm hungry for some brunch. Her pussy wore me out. Seriously.
So we six shining examples of Wall Street breeding and decorum (well most of us anyway) made plans weeks ago to celebrate the climax of summer by hopefully doing some climaxing of our own. So yes, its a bit of another contest. Not nearly as complicated or involved as the others. We are all going to be at the same lounge. We decided on the place after 2 weeks of thorough scouting. It's perfect since it's basically about the same distance to travel to for each of us. It's most decidedly a premium spot very difficult to get earlier reservations for. That's no problem for us though as we are actually going to have dinner there at 10:30. It starts becoming more of a club space around Midnight and doesn't close until 4:00 a.m. Between 1:30 and 3:00 though we've heard is prime "on the prowl" time, when you will see some of the most fantastic models and rich European babes currently in town looking for a serious "Centurion card" carrying, Alpha male hook-up. And for better or worse, that's me and my buddies.
For the contest part. We each put in $500. We each need to try and find a girl and convince her to spend the night with us. Most of the guys have already made reservations at nearby hotels in advance. I got reservations at the Chatwal (which I love) as is Jed. Time should be of the essence so assuming most everyone is doing well the last guy to land a babe automatically loses and forfeits his chance for pussy. He ends up being the "Joker" who holds the money BUT ends up getting the proof pics and ultimately selecting a winner. The CONTEST factor this time around is not going to be for who fucks the longest, best etc. The prize goes to whoever lands the most BEAUTIFUL PUSSY. This pic needs to be taken, and preferably pre-fucking of course. Pics will all be sent to the JOKER, but the guys will have to be receiving updates through the night in order to determine who that ultimately is. The deadline for the contest is the club closing time of 4:00. If more than one guy winds up pussy-less (not really likely and you'd agree I think if you could see these guys) then they just flip a coin for Joker duties.
I'm actually really looking forward to this as I'm so hungry for some real hard core premium PUSSY my eyes are starting to go blurry. I swear to god my "event" 3 weeks ago only made it worse. It's like my cock has no recollection of that. As far as it can recall it was last in "pussy bliss" the night of my Birthday (May 5th) 2 fucking months ago. What I've also discovered was that in popping off several (4) good loads that night 3 weeks ago my balls have now churned their way back with a vengeance. The lady's essentially going to be getting the equivalent of a very warm baseball slamming against her lower pussy lips. But that would be only if/when she's able to handle most of the shaft (depending on the position of course). I'm also really anxious to encounter a nice full pair of breasts, and swear I'll be able to get some milk out tonight. As far as the contest, that's where the real skills will come in. But I don't care what anyone else says. Any guy who really knows his women is already going to have at least a 70 percent idea what her pussy is going to look like long before he takes off her underwear. If he doesn't he's either a redneck, or gay. It's really all about body types, bone structures, skin tone and texture. It's survival of the fittest and most glamorous in the Darwinian -sense. It's not rocket science. If it were I'd still be a virgin.
Fuck -it's time for me to pack and start getting dressed. Just so you'll know, my buddies and me will all be at the 48 Lounge in Rockefeller center. If I land a babe I'll certainly post some updates and will get the pussy pic (if she indeed will let me take one) on my Tumblr a.s.a.p. This could be a VERY late night though.
Update: FUCK ME!!!! I just now woke up. It's like 12:50 p.m. --so I obviously missed checkout time again. I fucking hate when I do that. I'm fuck naked and woke up with another hardon -but am rather flumuxed to discover my babe isn't here?!!! I have no idea when she left as I truly slept like a dead horse. WTF???? I had been dreaming of waking her up with one hell of a "something to remember me by" session. FUCK IT!! I need to take a shower and see about some room service--assuming I can find some underwear. I think she may have destroyed a pair in her enthusiasm last night. I have no idea about the state of the contest yet, or any of that. All I know is I'm hungry for some brunch. Her pussy wore me out. Seriously.
