My little piece of Chechneya

Yes, things have been quiet here at the Sausage Factory. I imagine we've lost all our regular readers.

Much has been going on; most recently I traveled to watch Zamira Dxhabrailova, the winner of the recent Miss Chechnyan contest; she's a keeper, eh? Too bad they nixed the swimsuit competition.

I wanted her to dress as a nurse during the dance portion and do a little bump-and-grind, but her handlers didn't like that idea. Too risque they thought.

Well, come on, I'm all about risque.

Of note recently is that Jane and I went to North Carolina Life recently for a hotel party. The theme was a hooker and pimp deal; Jane was the pimp; I was the hooker. Not a pretty picture, me as a hooker.

Had a pretty good time. They have this one room that's a grope room. When we first went to NCL, the room was always really dark; now they have strands of Christmas lights on the floor. If you stay in the room long enough, you can actually see what's going on. Jane thinks they added the lights to appease some men who were worried that some of those gropping on them were other men. Homophobia reigns in the swinger community.

Anyway, I was in there and there was a women on her knees giving a guy a sloppy blow job. Then she moved over to another guy. I asked if I could join in, and after a muffled yes, I moved between her legs and started licking her wet pussy. This must have gone on for a good fifteen minutes; I was beginning to get a crick in my neck. My dress -- remember, at this point, I was still dressed as a hooker -- was up around my waist and my hardon was pointed to the sky. I kept hoping some woman would come in and complete the chain. No such luck.

A little later -- after changing out of my skirt -- I was in the hallway talking with folks and one of the women I was with said she liked bald men. Not ten minutes later, she and I were in the grope room. Her pussy was sweet 'n salty tasting. Later she slurped on me, bringing me to a massive rupture, spraying all over; a fountain. We hooked up twice later in the evening, along with a half-hour bump and grind that left me dripping in sweat.

And the best of it? She's a nurse. Nurse Betty!

Hmmm, I wonder if she'd dress as a nurse for the next party. That would really fulfill all my fantasies.