BOTH ODETTE'S BREATH AND PUSSY STANK

The meaning of the name Odette is Wealth.

The origin of the name Odette is French.

Other variations: None  

Odette’s breath and pussy always stank

Plus she would never suck my crank 

Though she let me in her hole

With my finger or pole

I still had to dump this little sperm bank  

Liverwurst and onions that are green

Odette spoke her mind, creating a scene

But by the end of the day

We still jumped in the hay

And all without any caffeine  

It’s pretty hard to mess up an Onion and Liverwurst Sandwich, because it only contains two ingredients Onions and Liverwurst. But here at the X-Rated Sandwich Shop, we do tend to blur the just lines a little bit. Plus, if you want cheese on your sandwich or decide to have us melt it for you. Who are we to stop you?

Though, might I suggest that you try a Brown (Gulden’s Spicy Brown Mustard) Onion and Liverwurst Sandwich on toasted Pumpernickel Bread with a Stop/Lot Finisher, so you can have extra, extra onions on your sandwich.  

White, Wheat, Rye, Pumpernickel, Sourdough, Whole Grain or Multi Grain. On flat bread, Pita, Baguette, Panini, Chabata or wraps (Plain or Whole Wheat). On a Sub roll (round or long) or Surprise Me, and let us pick out the bread for your Onion and Liverwurst Sandwich 

American (white or yellow), Swiss, Baby Swiss, Colby Jack, Pepper Jack, Muenster, Provolone, Mozzarella, Asiago, Feta, Gouda, Limburger, Cheese Wiz, Havarti, Aged Cheddar, Lady Blue or Surprise Me, and let us pick out the cheese for your Onion and Liverwurst Sandwich or your Melted Onion and Liverwurst Sandwich  

Select 2 slices of bread (mix or match as desired) and we will add a healthy layer of your favorite spread on your bread choices. Then we put a few thick slices of Liverwurst right in the middle of all those onion slices. Lastly, you get to pick which of Our Standard Finishers you want on your sandwich.

Plus any item or items from our additional item bar and some of our Homemade 3-P if you want us to heat up your Onion and Liverwurst Sandwich just a little bit more. Then we will wrap it up in deli paper to go or we can also plate it up for you too.  

Select 2 slices of bread (mix or match as desired) pick 2 cheese selections (mix or match as well). Next we will add a healthy layer of your favorite spread on your bread choices. Then we put a few thick slices of Liverwurst right in the middle of all those onion slices. Along with any item or items from our Extra Items Bar and some of our Homemade 3-P if you want us to heat up your sandwich to the next level.

And we cook your sandwich, open face style on our flattop until its golden brown and the cheese is melted. Lastly we assemble your sandwich with one Our Standard Finishers that you have selected, before we wrap it up in deli paper to go or we can also plate it up for you too.  

If you like onions and liverwurst, this is defiantly the sandwich for you. Start out with three bread selections, these can be mixed or matched to fit your current mood. Then just pick out your favorite spread or spreads and one of Our Standard Finishers. Along with any item or items from our Extra Items Bar, plus some of our Homemade 3-P if you want us to really heat up your sandwich for you.

And we will place thick slices of Liverwurst right in the middle of a whole bunch of onions. Then we will assemble your masterpiece for you, before we wrap it up in deli paper or we can also plate it up for you.

If you love onions and cheese, you’ve got to try this sandwich. We start out with three bread selections, these can be mixed or matched and four cheeses as well, these too can be mixed or matched. Now just pick your favorite spread or spreads and on our flattop, we will cook your sandwich open face style until its golden brown and the cheese is thoroughly melted. And right in the middle of all that melted cheese and onions are thick cut slices of Liverwurst.

Lastly pick out one of Our Standard Finishers, plus any additional items from our Extra Items Bar that you desire and some of our Homemade 3-P if you want us to make your sandwich burn. This is where you get to pile on even more onions. Then we will assemble your masterpiece for you, before we wrap it up in deli paper or we can also plate it up for you too.  

I was less than a week out of a bad breakup with Claire and I let my little brain do the thinking.

Just because a young lady looks amazing, doesn't always mean that you should take her home.

Even after giving Odette a Navy Shower, like the one I gave Lynn, she still smelled pretty bad.

Just because a young lady looks amazing, doesn't always mean that you should take her home. 

At least from this position, I didn't have to smell her armpits while Odette was holding me tight.

After a few days with Odette, I was more then ready to start looking for my next ex girlfriend.

After meeting Odette, I started looking back at some of my past girlfriends and lovers. Just to see if there was anything that I could have changed, to make our relationships turn out better. Because what I really wanted, I could never get back again. 

And those bridges were burnt long ago and the relationships ended with some fault or blame on both sides. Plus I could truthfully say that most of that burden or blame fell directly onto my shoulders. Well anyway, in at least the first three of my top five favorite ex girlfriends cases.

But with no true doppelgangers out there in the world and with no two people exactly alike. Trying to find one of those needles in the haystack is truly going to be an impossible feat. But with the modern technology of today, which wasn’t even on the radar at the time. In this day and age, with the internet and all, who knows what the future has in store for any of us.

And no one can ever get back what they lost or tossed away. It’s just like playing a life long game of poker. Once you discard, you’re stuck with the hand you have left until more cards are dealt your way. Which by the way, just like with do-overs, because they rarely ever happen. Maybe once in a lifetime, if you’re lucky, or twice if you are truly blessed.

Like with Eleanor’s Eggplant Parmesan Sandwich. She was my twelfth overall girlfriend and was my fifth favorite one. Though she wouldn’t get naked or have sex in public or while we were out in my Chevrolet Greenbrier Station Wagon. At least Eleanor liked to role-play sex and would make love in any position. Plus she liked having her pussy licked and enjoyed sucking dick.

As a matter of fact, at 27 years old, my cock was the very first one that she ever sucked. And she eagerly swallowed my entire load too. But the deal breaker and Eleanor’s second strike and this was a big one too. 

Plus it was also in the form of lying by omission, which at the time, I bundled them both up together and counted them as strike two (lying) and strike three (omission). So Eleanor was called out at the plate or at her kitchen table. But it was also due to Iris’s lie that I bundled up Eleanor’s omission into a lie as well.

And that was simply that Eleanor couldn’t have kids. Plus I didn’t find out about it until we started talking about moving from Seattle Washington to Charleston South Carolina. And when she finally decided to tell me, it was ironically towards the end of our nine month long relationship. Heck, she could have conceived, nurtured and delivered a baby in the time that she could have told me about not being able to have children.

But only finding out about this, sitting at Eleanor’s kitchen table, while we were making our future plans together. Was not the proper time or the place to spring that kind of news on someone. Especially after you’ve been dating and fucking that person for the past nine months. At least at the time, it was the way that I saw it anyway. And I simply decided to walk out Eleanor’s life, instead of staying with another liar, like Iris was.

You see, I was still hurt and reeling over the loss of Iris’s Italian Sandwich. Iris was my eight overall girlfriend and fell down hard while becoming my twentieth favorite ex girlfriend, all because she lied to be me in the very beginning of our relationship. And when I discovered her lie, I was in such a hurry to get as far away from her as I could.

This by the way also makes me want to put in perspective just how truly devastating Iris’s lie was. Suzan’s Sausage Parmesan Sandwich, who was my very first girlfriend back when I was a senior in high school. Suzan cheated on me more times than I could count on my fingers and toes. But she still wound up being my fifteenth favorite ex girlfriend, and is still rated five ex girlfriends higher than Iris is on that same scale.

Plus, it was also because of Iris’s lie and my haste to get away from her. That I screwed up and completely forget about where my fifth overall girlfriend and my second favorite ex girlfriend lived. You see, Sheri’s Spicy Italian Sandwich lived in Grove City Ohio. And I could have very easily made a pit-stop there as I was making a beeline from Norfolk Virginia up to North Chicago Illinois to look her up.

But by the time I remembered where she lived, it was way too late and I was already up in North Chicago. And when I finally had a chance to go there to find her, she was no where to be found. Plus with all the folks that I spoke to over the phone or in person, they kept telling me that they never heard her. And I will never get that do over either. 

Sheri too, liked to role-play during sex. And she had an assortment of adult Halloween costumes to go along with it. Plus we must have bought another thirty or so more costumes to add to her collection and to start mine in the five months that we were together.

And Sheri would fuck in any position and liked to suck dick or have her pussy licked. With her only true strike being after the first time that we were both naked in public, it was also the last time. You see, we spent the night making love in my van while we were in the parking lot where Sheri worked.

And in the “wee” hours of the morning, we both had to go “wee”. So we rolled out of my van and pissed right there in the parking lot where she worked before climbing back inside making love and getting dressed before going our separate ways.

Sheri’s second strike was when she accidentally told her roommate Karen that I didn’t give her, her half of the rent money yet. And that made Karen’s freeloading boyfriend Don, look like a total ass. Because he didn’t help Karen with any of the rent or utility bills either. But that also lead to Sheri’s third strike when Karen told us that I couldn’t stay with Sheri any longer in her apartment.

Because only Karen’s and Don’s names were on the lease, granted Sheri and I still tried to make it work. And for the last two months of our five month long relationship we were staying in hotel rooms or in my van. That is until I saw and fell head over heals for Gwen who was selling eight track tapes at a local flea market. And I didn’t even have an eight track player, only the two cassette players that were in my van. 

Then there was Gwen’s Grilled Cheese Sandwich. She was my overall sixth girlfriend and ended up being my fourth favorite ex girlfriend. And the only reason that we didn’t stay together was because she truly loved her ex boyfriend. So Gwen moved back in with him when my three month lease expired.

Plus she actually married him while I was still on a major deployment. And out of respect for both Gwen and Don, who I never met. So when Gwen wrote me asking that I didn’t try to look her up when I returned from deployment. And even though I truly wanted to find Gwen when I returned, I didn’t want to be a hypocrite either. Because of what Suzan did to me, I couldn’t do that to Don. So I never tried to find Gwen. 

And while we were dating, I found out purely by accident. That Gwen liked to be tied up and fucked, especially when she was totally helpless, vulnerable and couldn’t move. Plus she had no problem getting naked or even fucking while we were out in public too. And it didn’t matter if anyone one was watching us or if we got caught. Gwen also liked to suck cock whether she was tied up and forced to do it, or while she was simply kneeling on a street corner in broad daylight.

Plus Gwen also loved it when I ate her pussy out. And it didn’t matter if she was tied up and couldn’t move a muscle or when she was free and unbound. She just loved it when I licked her twat from the very top of her clit to the bottom, no pun intended, of her asshole.

Gwen also loved it when I ate her out right after we finished making love. Also because she knew that I like it. Gwen would even start to French kiss me right after she was done blowing me. And she still had a mouthful of my fresh spunk to share with me.

And it also didn’t matter to Gwen what position she was tied up in or if she was free and unbound. All that I had to do was simply suggest a sexual position. And she was one hundred and ten percent into making love just the way I wanted her too.

Although if Gwen truly had a strike, it was never to say, “Surprise me!”

Whenever she asked, “So Larry, where would you like to fuck next?”

Because when I did, once, Gwen and I were fucking in a breezeway between buildings at the apartment complex where we lived. And anyone and their brother could have been watching us, from over a dozen other apartments. So I never told Gwen to surprise me again, when she asked.

Then there was Helen’s Hot Pastrami Sandwich. Who was my actual second girlfriend and she fell to my third all-time favorite ex girlfriend because Sheri just edged her out of that position by oral sex and a thumb in the ass.

But Helen was still a close second mainly because she didn’t mind getting naked or having sex in public.

And it didn’t matter who was in the room or saw us standing in a parking lot. As a matter of fact, Helen also loved flashing her bald beaver in front of every shoe salesman she could find. And whether they were young or old, Helen would flash them all.

But Helen’s first strike was because she didn’t suck dick, while her second strike was she wouldn’t let me lick her bald beaver either. Though she would let me finger fuck her, and stick a dildo up her ass. And combined, they could have counted for just a half strike.

And her third strike was because Helen flat out refused to move to North Chicago with me when I transferred off the ship. Her only excuse was, “What the hell am I going to do in Chicago?”

But when I quickly replied, “You could be doing the exact same thing that you’re doing now. And you’ll be flashing your bald pussy to brand new group of shoe salesmen.”

She still outright refused to move with me.

Then finally there was Emily’s Egg Sandwich. Emily was my third overall girlfriend and she became my number one favorite ex girlfriend. And this was the relationship that I managed to screw up the worst. So I have no one else to blame but myself. I mean she was my perfect match and she gave just as well as she got. And she liked my off the cuff humor too. Well most of it anyway.

Plus I believe that we were meant to spend the rest of our lives together. And it was because of her sex only once a day attitude. That Emily was making progress and doing a pretty good job of taming the wild sexual beast buried deep down inside of me. But Emily truly liked to have sex early in the morning, while the sun was coming up.

Plus anytime that I needed too, Emily would let me jerk off right in front of her. Just as long as I told her a sexy story about one of my ex girlfriends while I was doing so. Then after a few days and stories passed, I would occasionally tell Emily a story about us making love.

And I quickly realized that when I told her a sexy story about us, Emily would let me jerk off on her or all over her cantaloupe-sized breasts. Then I could either lick my cum off her, or simply rub my fresh spunk all her before we went to bed. So I made sure that I told her at least one story, sometimes two, about our love making everyday when I got home from work and jerked off for her.

Plus whenever we were out in public and Emily had me take my cock out for her. Or when Emily had me sitting bottomless at the movies or in our favorite restaurant, she would reward me with extra sex when we got home. And it was because of those rewards, that I didn’t mind doing anything Emily asked me to do out in public. 

The only problem was that I would occasionally still wake up in the middle of the night horny as hell. And most nights, because Emily was a heavy sleeper, I would simply roll out of bed and go into the bathroom to relieve myself. But on some nights, I would simply lie next to her and take matters into my own hands.

And low and behold, I thought a miracle happened. Because when we got home late one night and Emily owed me a sexual favor. She let me eat her out. But right in the middle of me doing so, Emily fell fast asleep. And me not wanting to give up the ship, I continued to munch away, even after Emily started snoring. 

Then the next time I woke up horny as hell. I would start jerking off then use one of Emily’s hands at the last minute to finish me off. But by doing so and over the course of months, I only grew bolder and bolder. And I started out just finger fucking her while I was jerking off. Then that quickly escalated into me licking her pussy while I was pleasuring myself and ultimately to my downfall.

You see, because Emily was a plus sized woman. And depending on her sleeping position, which was usually on her back. She would very frequently snore. So this gave me the very stupid idea of having Emily blow me while she was sleeping. And guess what; yes I did it three nights in a row.

Then because Emily didn’t say anything to the contrary when she suddenly woke up with my stiff cock buried deep in her mouth on the first two nights. I should have read the expression on her face a little better before I even attempted it the third time.

Because also after that third time, and my third strike. Emily and I didn’t have our usual early morning romp or roll in the hay, like we did each and every other morning. So I foolishly asked, “Emily, are you alright?”

Then with tears starting to well up in her eyes, Emily shot right back. “No Larry, I’m not all right. How would you like to be raped in the middle of the night and forced to have sex against your will?”

And after I thought about it for a few brief moments, I finally said. “But Emily isn’t that what we’ve been doing since the day we met. And you would wake me up every morning either sucking my cock or rubbing your pussy juice soaked fingers slowly around my lips until I opened my mouth to engulf them?” 

Now sputtering and stammering around the bedroom, Emily finally replied. “How would you like to wake up from a sound sleep with a dick in your mouth?”

And since I personally didn’t suck cock, although I have done so via proxy when I kissed a girl after she swallowed my load or when I ate her out after I busted a nut in her pussy, so I simply said. “I wouldn’t like it at all.”

And that’s when Emily told me for the first time, by saying. “Well I don’t like it either.”

As I got up off the bed to give her a hug, I said. “I won’t do it again, I promise.”

But Emily just backed away from me as she quickly relied. “I don’t believe you and I can’t trust you anymore. So you had better leave now.”

And just like our pre-arraigned agreement, the one that actually established our relationship, I slowly asked. “Are you sure?”

Then with tears flooding her eyes and streaking down her face, Emily finally replied. “Yes Larry, get out of my house.”

So with nothing more to be said on this topic, I grabbed my t-shirt and jeans off the floor. Then I started to get dressed and I walked out of Emily’s house and life forever. And I left my bike and the rest of my stuff in her apartment and behind me too.

So no matter how you slice it. Having sex with a sleeping or unconscious woman against her will is considered rape in all fifty states plus in a few countries around the world too. And that was the biggest regret of my life, because if I never stuck my dick in Emily’s mouth the first time. She would have never asked me to leave after the third time.

Although I never got busted for any of these, I should have never started finger fucking her, licking her pussy or blowing my load all over her hand either. Which all lead to the downfall of our relationship and in Emily’s eyes, me becoming untrustworthy. 

And even though Emily was the prosecution, judge and jury, I tried to plead my case and defend myself. But Emily still sentenced me to life without her. Dam it, I wish I had a do-over here too.

For those of you reading this and might be confused a little bit because I bounced around. Here’s everything in easy Cliff Notes form. As I skipped the original order that I dated my ex girlfriends and only listed them in favorites order. But because of what Suzan (favorite 15) and Iris (favorite 20) did to me while we were dating.

That ruined my chances with both Sheri (favorite 2) and Eleanor (favorite 5). Plus as you just read above, I also managed to screw up any future that Emily (favorite 1) and I could have had together all by my self. 

Then there was Helen (favorite 3) and Gwen (favorite 4) who both decided to move on to bigger and better things. At least that’s what I kept telling myself anyway. 

Anyway, back to the story. The day after Odette and I shared that joint Fire Watch. I got up early to grab another shower and to clean up from my night battling the Fearsome Five Fingered Fist of Fate. Then after breakfast, I started looking for Odette. But I couldn’t find her until it was around lunchtime.

And even though I didn’t have duty or was assigned a fire watch. I relieved the dude who was assigned to baby sit Odette and took his place. And our mutually agreed upon story was, if we got caught. Was that I relieved him so he could use the head, as it wouldn’t necessarily be a stretch of the truth either.

Because I did relieve him and if he just so happened to use the bathroom while he was out, then our story would be spot on. Just so I could spend some more time with Odette and ask her out on our first date.

But Kenny and I got busted, when the Fire Watch Supervisor stopped by to check up on him. And even though I told 

HT1 McNeal or Hull Technician First Class McNeal our pre-agreed upon story, Kenny was supposed to use his radio to call for a relief instead of flagging me down when I walked by.

Then just like my first Master Chief, GMCM or Gunner’s Mate Chief Master Poats once told me long ago. “Boy”

He called everyone boy. “No matter how much I chew your ass during the day, it will grow back over night.”

And like Master Chief Poats was always right. Because Kenny and I didn’t even feel the ass chewing that we got. Plus none of us got restricted to the ship or was assigned extra duty either.

But in hindsight, which is always twenty-twenty by the way. Just like it was the day I saw Iris again, I should have left when the getting as good. But stupid me, and this time too. I wanted to stick around to see what was going to happen next. So after I briefly left Odette and did a long fifteen minute orbit around the ship. Just to give HT1 McNeal time to leave and go about his business.

I was right back there again, so I could finish asking Odette out on a date. And when she said yes and agreed to meet me on the pier after work, for dinner and maybe a few cocktails after that. I too went back to work.

Anyway, for the rest of the day, I was excited about my date prospect for the evening. Especially the part about a few cocktails afterwards, because sticking my cock in Odette’s tail was certainly high on my agenda. And all I needed was for Odette to be willing to play along with a little show and tell. Because if she shows me her naked tail, then naturally I would show her my cock before I attempt to stick it into that exposed little tail of hers. 

Then towards the end of the day I cheated just a little, by jumping in the shower about forty-five minutes or so before knock-off or the end of our normal work day. And it was during that shower that I quickly jerked off to my vision of how my date with Odette tonight would end. And what I pictured in the shower is written below for your viewing and reading pleasure.

During dinner, Odette would keep rubbing her bare foot up and down my leg. Which made me horny as hell; because it reminded me of how almost all of Gail’s amazing foot jobs started out. Then after we finished dinner Odette and I stayed to have a few cocktails. With Odette drinking three rum and coke’s while I had three gin and tonics.

And before we left the restaurant, Odette handed me her keys and asked me to drive her home. Which I quickly agreed to, because not only am I a nice little Italian boy from a good family. But I’m also a gentleman, when I want to be. And this was one of those occasions, and I thought about Odette giving me a little oral highway or at least a highway hand job along the way.

And because I was in the shower stroking my own cock, I simply pretended that Odette was giving me the latter. Then in less than five minutes, I busted a nut and watched my load slowly head towards the drain. 

Then after drying off and getting dressed. I made my way down to the pier and the actual start of my official date with Odette. And when I saw her standing there waiting for me, I could have sworn that my heart skipped a beat. Because Odette was no longer wearing the baggy green coveralls that she wore around the shipyard. But she put on this pale green dress that ended midway between her knee and crotch.

And since I already told Odette that my favorite colors were purple, pink and green, I started to wonder if she wore that particular dress just for me. Anyway her dress also had a modest “V-shaped” neckline that perfectly accented her orange-sized breasts. 

Plus with the cleavage that Odette was showing, there was no way that she was wearing a bra tonight. And that instantly made my dick hard, as I started to wonder if Odette was also going commando like I was.

Then as I got closer to her and leaned in for a kiss, Odette eagerly kissed me back before we started walking hand in hand towards her car. And during our walk, Odette softly asked. “Larry, would you mind skipping the cocktails tonight, because there’s this movie that I want to see?”

And on the outside, I simply replied. “Odette tonight is your night and we will do whatever you desire to do.” 

But on the inside or using my little voice, I just thought. “Dam, there goes my shower dream about getting a little highway action tonight.”

But Odette quickly stopped walking, turned and leaned in for another kiss. Except this one was a full lip’s to knees body press type of kiss. Then before our lips parted ways this time, Odette knew full well just how excited I was to see her. And I could feel her upper thigh and hip pressing firmly against the hard as steel little shipyard worker hidden underneath my jeans.

And once our lips finished touching and completely disconnected, Odette in an almost whisper quiet voice said. “Thank you Larry, I don’t know how to make it up to you.”

But again, using my inside voice, I quickly thought. “As long as it involves you getting out of that dress, I will consider your debt to me repaid. Or if you’re shy or a bit modest, a simple blow job will do nicely too.”

Then once we started walking again and cleared the last building before rounding the corner to continue our walk towards the parking lot. I got a whiff of this strange odor. At first I thought it was an incinerator, a paper mill or maybe even a diesel generator lighting off. But I quickly scanned the area and didn’t see anything of the sort nearby.

And that’s when I noticed that one of the wind socks that the shipyard uses to detect smoke and to fight fires with was blowing from Odette’s direction towards me.

Also that fowl odor quickly deflated the boner that I got when I saw Odette wearing a dress for the first time. Along with the reinforcement of blood that soon followed. Because of that truly amazing kiss that Odette and I just finished having. 

Talk about cock-blockers. This horrific smell instantly replaced the stench that was in Lynn’s refrigerator when I inadvertently opened the door. Plus this new odor was powerful enough to get rid of my hard-on in half the time too.

 So now I had two go to memories when I wanted to conceal a boner from an undeserving female onlooker. But as I leaned in for a closer sniff, the smell was definitely coming from Odette. 

Odette even tried to trick fuck me into thinking that her very offensive body odor was only caused by her working and not having the time to grab a shower. But after being with her for part of that first weekend, that wasn’t the case at all. Odette really stunk to high heaven and didn’t use the water closet or shower once.

Then just like Nostradamus could have easily predicted with one of his quatrains over four hundred years ago. I was still going to be licking and fucking Odette’s nasty pussy for the next two months, whether she used the shower or not.

Because as far as Odette was concerned. If I wanted her to suck my pole, I had to lick her hole.