Catfish McDaris

The Perfumed Bactrian Camel

I was daydreaming about a Canadian caramel colored hair lady; I met in the Jemez Mountains in New Mexico. She was so fine men and boys were hypnotized and vied to be in her presence. She fell hard for me and I for her. Her eyes were bluejays in flight. She rented a chapel above a hot spring. Her car was crazy fast, we would drive to a bar, she would say, “Give me a dozen Coors, a dozen Bud, and a bottle of tequila.” She put a new $50 on the bar and we would fade. We fucked all night and did kinky shit to each other, until the pink sun rose magically from the pines in the east. Her boobies were grand, like a Bactrian camel with super strawberry textured nipples and a tasty cherry on top. Amigos asked how we grew so close in such a short time? We did it standing up in the nudist colony at Spence Spring, then drove to Bandelier and did it doggie style in a kiva. My dick was getting big and hard at the thoughts. I felt hands caressing me and smelled an exotic perfume, my mail was falling onto the floor from the letter sorter. 

Lucky for me Snoozing Suzy was the boss that night, her nimble hands were massaging and teasing me almost to orgasm. She whispered, “We will continue this at lunch and after work, you will come over and help me move my couch.” At lunch, I fingerfucked her, then licked her fine ass pussy, until she was screaming for dick. I pumped her like a sex machine. Suzy said fuck work and had folks do my job and punch both our time cards out. I did everything I knew in my vast sexual repertoire. I fucked her silly, she did not know her name, or get out of bed, and didn’t come back to work for 3 days. I had lots of female attention after that incident. There was an abundance of good-looking pussy at work, I tried to stay calm and remain stoic. It usually didn’t work for me, I was and remain a cunt hound.