Black pencil skirt. Black button-up shirt. Garter belt, thigh-high stockings, platform stiletto heels. Black lace bra.
I go to his apartment, shifting from foot to foot on the long ride in the elevator. I've never done this before, but been thinking about it longer than I can remember. I would fantasize, feeling ashamed and mortified that I could fetishize something like this. And now, here I am. Walking down the twisting hallway to his door.
I knock. He opens. I walk into his apartment, opening my jacket and placing down my purse.
"You look nice." he says. I thank him.
"The envelope on the table is for you." he says. I thank him and place it in my purse. It is the last we will speak of it.
He sits on his couch and I walk over, kneeling between his knees. I don't know how to start this, but I'm shaking already. Trembling is a better way to describe it. I am wanton.
I begin to run my fingers over his thighs, his chest, which is hard under my fingers. He's in work clothes still. I have a fetish for a man in a suit, and the fabric of his pants is soft and rough at the same time under my skin. I can feel him harden- which is my favorite part of any encounter with a man- and here it is. His hardening cock below my fingers.
I keep rubbing his cock under his pants, and I can feel my clit starting to throb. I want to fuck him more than anything. I can't help myself and climb onto this lap, trying to grind against his swollen cock. I kiss his neck, and the sounds making the short space between his mouth and my ears are sublime. I feel myself getting wetter and wetter, and when he pushes my thighs back and I move down onto the floor, there is a large drop of my juices on his pants.
He smiles and I wipe it up with my fingers, licking it off them without even thinking. He begins to pull out his cock, and it's huge, long and thick. I want it in my mouth but he's going to choke me with it. I'm nervous. I still have a gag reflex.
I begin to squeeze it in my fingers, stroking up and down the long shaft. He fills my hand, and it is warm in my palm. He pushes my head down and I eagerly start to suck. I do more than suck. I suck and lap and lick and stroke with my tongue. I want him to know how much I want his cock desperately. I want to be a good girl for him. I want to be his best girl.
I suck eagerly, devouring his cock, with my mouth over and over. He moans, and holds my head down, and I almost panic, breathing hard. He stands and holds my head with his hands, and pushes the hand which is on his shaft away. He wants to fuck my mouth.
I want to be his good girl.
He starts slowly, and I squeeze his thighs. I'm scared. He starts to shove it deeper and deeper, choking me with his cock and I fight every urge to pull back. His cock tastes sweet, and I am choking on it. I am trying to calm myself, breathing through my nose and holding onto his thighs, and I am choking on his cock. He is fucking my mouth deeper, harder than I have ever experienced before, and his control over me is electric. I am choking on his cock. Every once in a while I pull back, he be continues to pump into my mouth, easing it back into my throat. I'm choking on his cock and I don't want to stop.
He finally pulls out, telling me what a good girl I am and I beg him on my knees to fuck me. He tells me to get up and bend over. I pull up my skirt and bend over the couch, cunt dripping down my thighs. I am desperate for him. He grabs my hips and slips all nine inches inside me without a hesitation. I cry out, and feel him stretching me. As he starts to fuck me I can feel him in my stomach, and it aches. It is the dull ache of being his little slut; his whore. It feels incredible. I whimper, turning to watch him and he grabs my hair and pulls it.
"I don't want to hear you." He growls, and it goes straight to my clit.
I try so hard not to make any noise but I still make the smallest whimpering noise and I don't want him to hear it. I just want him to keep fucking me.
He pulls out and tells me to get back on my knees, which I do eagerly. I hold onto his thighs and open my mouth, wanting his cock in my throat all over again. He slaps me in the face with his swollen, huge cock. I leave my mouth open like a good little girl, like his fucktoy, and be begins to jerk off over my face. He's going to cover me with his cum and I can't wait. I squirm beneath him, feeling my own warmth as I kneel in front of him. He continues to stroke his beautiful cock and I lean up to lick the head every time I can. He grabs my head, shoving it in one more to finally cum.
It tastes incredible; thick and sweet like honey. And I am eager to drink all of it. He pulls out and shoots more and more onto my face, letting it run down my chin and over my cheeks.
The world moves in slow motion for a minute. He steps away to clean up while I sit on the couch and tremble, trying to re-button my shirt. We make small talk, but it will never cement into my brain. I redress and tell him that he still has some time, but he says that he needs to work. We make even smaller talk and I put myself back together in what feels like slow, lamenting motions. We hug and I leave.
I am shaken. I am soaked. I am his good girl.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Monday, November 1, 2010
Three tops. One bottom. Part 1.
She's in red hot pants, a bra, thigh highs, and an apron. I'm in frilly blue panties and a frilly blue apron. Two hard, gorgeous butches are watching, one taking pictures.
She sat me straight up on my knees at first but eventually I spread my bent legs and lowered down to sit on the ottoman, with a bent leg on either side. My legs were each tied so that they would remain immobile, feet behind me. My arms were straight and pulled behind me, breasts separated and wrapped up in several feet of shiny blue rope. I was blindfolded and told to open my mouth, where two fingers were inserted. I began to suck, making the first gesture of proving what a perfect girl I would be for them. I would be a perfect girl for them.
The rope, a thick but soft nylon, was pulled slowly and I felt every inch slide over my tits, my legs, my throat, and cinch tightly. Fingers were removed from my mouth, which remained wide open and ready. A hard piece of gum was placed on my tongue and I began to chew. Another piece was popped in and I continued to chew, casually blowing bubbles as she pulled and tied more rope, constricting my limbs tighter and tighter.
She stroked my skin, teasing my pussy with her fingers through the rough fabric of my underwear. I squirmed under her hands, and she tipped her head up. I opened my mouth and she dripped vodka which had been soaking with raspberries for the last few hours from her mouth to mine. I swallowed and felt it burn down my throat at the same time it coated my lips in sweet, sticky juice.
With my nipples exposed, it took little time for the torture to start. She pinched, pulled, and slapped my nipples until they were red and swollen. I whimpered and yelped with every hard smack, and every time I paused she told me to blow more and more bubbles. She slapped my inner thighs, pulling my head roughly back with my hair.
Finally she pulled the gum from my mouth and placed it over my hard nipples. Over that she placed one clothespin after another, pinching and twisting and listening to me squeal. Two more pieces were shoved into my mouth as she prepped the other with her nails and fingers and mouth.
I was soaked by now. Even with my legs wide open, I could tell my clit was huge. And then I heard it. The familiar buzz of a vibrator tickled my ear.
She pulled out the other piece of gum and placed it on my other nipple, covering it with clothes pins. More gum was shoved into my mouth. I began chewing as she shoved more and more gum into my mouth. The wad was huge and my jaw began to ache. I tried to blow bubbles, and every time it became more challenging. There was so much gum I could barely breathe around it. Spit began to drip from my mouth, down over my chin, leaving tracks of blue Cotton Candy flavor bubble gum over my mouth and chin and down to my tits.
I tried harder to blow bubbles and when I couldn't she slapped me across the face. Hard. I gasped and tried to blow another one. She began to yell louder to blow as she flicked the clothespins on my nipples. I began to whimper. She took this as a sign to go hard, pinching my flesh and pushing the vibrator against my clit.
I was awash in everything that was happening to me then she pulled away and shoved the ottoman into the open L of the couch and pushed me on my back.
My legs were still cocked and bent, my ass exposed, and my arms pinned behind me.
And then came out the Saran wrap.
She sat me straight up on my knees at first but eventually I spread my bent legs and lowered down to sit on the ottoman, with a bent leg on either side. My legs were each tied so that they would remain immobile, feet behind me. My arms were straight and pulled behind me, breasts separated and wrapped up in several feet of shiny blue rope. I was blindfolded and told to open my mouth, where two fingers were inserted. I began to suck, making the first gesture of proving what a perfect girl I would be for them. I would be a perfect girl for them.
The rope, a thick but soft nylon, was pulled slowly and I felt every inch slide over my tits, my legs, my throat, and cinch tightly. Fingers were removed from my mouth, which remained wide open and ready. A hard piece of gum was placed on my tongue and I began to chew. Another piece was popped in and I continued to chew, casually blowing bubbles as she pulled and tied more rope, constricting my limbs tighter and tighter.
She stroked my skin, teasing my pussy with her fingers through the rough fabric of my underwear. I squirmed under her hands, and she tipped her head up. I opened my mouth and she dripped vodka which had been soaking with raspberries for the last few hours from her mouth to mine. I swallowed and felt it burn down my throat at the same time it coated my lips in sweet, sticky juice.
With my nipples exposed, it took little time for the torture to start. She pinched, pulled, and slapped my nipples until they were red and swollen. I whimpered and yelped with every hard smack, and every time I paused she told me to blow more and more bubbles. She slapped my inner thighs, pulling my head roughly back with my hair.
Finally she pulled the gum from my mouth and placed it over my hard nipples. Over that she placed one clothespin after another, pinching and twisting and listening to me squeal. Two more pieces were shoved into my mouth as she prepped the other with her nails and fingers and mouth.
I was soaked by now. Even with my legs wide open, I could tell my clit was huge. And then I heard it. The familiar buzz of a vibrator tickled my ear.
She pulled out the other piece of gum and placed it on my other nipple, covering it with clothes pins. More gum was shoved into my mouth. I began chewing as she shoved more and more gum into my mouth. The wad was huge and my jaw began to ache. I tried to blow bubbles, and every time it became more challenging. There was so much gum I could barely breathe around it. Spit began to drip from my mouth, down over my chin, leaving tracks of blue Cotton Candy flavor bubble gum over my mouth and chin and down to my tits.
I tried harder to blow bubbles and when I couldn't she slapped me across the face. Hard. I gasped and tried to blow another one. She began to yell louder to blow as she flicked the clothespins on my nipples. I began to whimper. She took this as a sign to go hard, pinching my flesh and pushing the vibrator against my clit.
I was awash in everything that was happening to me then she pulled away and shoved the ottoman into the open L of the couch and pushed me on my back.
My legs were still cocked and bent, my ass exposed, and my arms pinned behind me.
And then came out the Saran wrap.
Monday, September 27, 2010
Having some Uncle fantasties lately....
Whoops! Lots going on, so my posts are WAY behind schedule. It's ok, though, as I've been having a lot of great sex!
So.
I'm out running with my uncle. He's in town staying with us for a few days and being the only other runner in my immediate or extended family, we take jogs in the morning together. It's still early, and I'm always freezing when we leave. My nipples are so tight they ache under my t-shirt.
We finally make it out to the park where we turn around, and we've made great time so it's just barely becoming 'morning' instead of 'early morning'. Everything's still covered in dew, and our breaths still come out in frosted puffs. We usually stop here, high five, get a drink of water from the fountain and begin the sprint home.
"How are your legs feeling?" He asks. My calves are notoriously tight after a good run, and it's sweet of him to ask.
"Alright, I'm going to have to stretch them before we go back." He nods and takes another drink as I begin flexing my legs and feet, trying to relax the muscles a bit.
"Come here, let me help you."
He's walking towards the bathroom and assume he wants me up against the wall. But as I get closer, he leads me into the bathroom. I'm confused but follow him in a step or two.
As soon as I'm in he grabs he and shoves me against the sink so hard I know I'll have a bruise on my hips for days at least. He's got all his body weight on me and I can't push away from the sink. I try and slip to the side, but he grabs my arms and holds me in place. He's smaller than Daddy but much stronger, which I didn't expect.
"Stop it stop it stop it!" I yell. I know my Daddy wouldn't like this, but I don't have much of a choice right now.
His hands start to move under my shirt, and he's tugging on my sports bra roughly. I'm afraid he's going to rip it but he's much more careful- nothing that my Daddy might see when I get home.
I can feel his cock against me from behind, pushing into me. He doesn't talk, barely grunting or showing any signs that this is a struggle for him.
"If you stop struggling, it'll hurt less, but it won't turn me on as much." He finally whispers into my ear. I start to make noise and he pulls off my shirt and shoves it in my mouth, muffling any noises I make. As soon as the shirt is off, I know he sees my nipples, still hard, as he grabs them roughly, and starts to play.
I struggle against him, hard. I push and try to make him get off me. There are so many moments where I feel so close to getting free but he pulls me right back to where I am. I look up and there is a mirror directly above the sink. I look into it and watch him as he smiles, staring back at me.
He finally pushes down my pants and I try to wiggle free. He is rock hard, precum dripping onto my thighs. His fingers find my pussy and he pushes them inside, stretching me, making it ache.
"I want to know first-hand what your Daddy's been saying." He whispers, more than in control of the situation. He takes his hard on in his hand and shoves it forcefully into my twat. It hurts- Daddy usually goes a lot slower- but I don't pull away. I know it'll just hurt more, so I push back against him like I've been taught.
The worst part of all of this is I just know he'll cum inside me, and I still have to run home, feeling it dripping out of me as I run.
He keeps shoving his cock in me, harder each time. I ache, writhing underneath him and struggling as much as I can muster.
He pulls my hair hard, pulling my head back, forcing me to watch in the mirror as he stares at me, as his face tightens and gets redder. I can tell he's going to cum and I fight one more time to pull away, jerking my hips forward.
He finally cums, and I can feel it filling me. He's just barely groaning as he unloads inside me, gripping my hips so hard I feel like I'm going to be dissolved into a pile of violated parts on the tile floor.
He pulls out and just as I predicted, I can feel it dripping from inside me onto my thighs. He walks outside and I pull my clothes back together in the bathroom. I want to cry but what's the point?
When I walk outside, he's waiting for me, stretching.
"You're better than your Daddy described." He says and smiles, taking off on a run and chiding me from several feet ahead about how I'm never going to catch up at that pace.
I'm angry with myself about how much I enjoy his comment the rest of the way home.
So.
I'm out running with my uncle. He's in town staying with us for a few days and being the only other runner in my immediate or extended family, we take jogs in the morning together. It's still early, and I'm always freezing when we leave. My nipples are so tight they ache under my t-shirt.
We finally make it out to the park where we turn around, and we've made great time so it's just barely becoming 'morning' instead of 'early morning'. Everything's still covered in dew, and our breaths still come out in frosted puffs. We usually stop here, high five, get a drink of water from the fountain and begin the sprint home.
"How are your legs feeling?" He asks. My calves are notoriously tight after a good run, and it's sweet of him to ask.
"Alright, I'm going to have to stretch them before we go back." He nods and takes another drink as I begin flexing my legs and feet, trying to relax the muscles a bit.
"Come here, let me help you."
He's walking towards the bathroom and assume he wants me up against the wall. But as I get closer, he leads me into the bathroom. I'm confused but follow him in a step or two.
As soon as I'm in he grabs he and shoves me against the sink so hard I know I'll have a bruise on my hips for days at least. He's got all his body weight on me and I can't push away from the sink. I try and slip to the side, but he grabs my arms and holds me in place. He's smaller than Daddy but much stronger, which I didn't expect.
"Stop it stop it stop it!" I yell. I know my Daddy wouldn't like this, but I don't have much of a choice right now.
His hands start to move under my shirt, and he's tugging on my sports bra roughly. I'm afraid he's going to rip it but he's much more careful- nothing that my Daddy might see when I get home.
I can feel his cock against me from behind, pushing into me. He doesn't talk, barely grunting or showing any signs that this is a struggle for him.
"If you stop struggling, it'll hurt less, but it won't turn me on as much." He finally whispers into my ear. I start to make noise and he pulls off my shirt and shoves it in my mouth, muffling any noises I make. As soon as the shirt is off, I know he sees my nipples, still hard, as he grabs them roughly, and starts to play.
I struggle against him, hard. I push and try to make him get off me. There are so many moments where I feel so close to getting free but he pulls me right back to where I am. I look up and there is a mirror directly above the sink. I look into it and watch him as he smiles, staring back at me.
He finally pushes down my pants and I try to wiggle free. He is rock hard, precum dripping onto my thighs. His fingers find my pussy and he pushes them inside, stretching me, making it ache.
"I want to know first-hand what your Daddy's been saying." He whispers, more than in control of the situation. He takes his hard on in his hand and shoves it forcefully into my twat. It hurts- Daddy usually goes a lot slower- but I don't pull away. I know it'll just hurt more, so I push back against him like I've been taught.
The worst part of all of this is I just know he'll cum inside me, and I still have to run home, feeling it dripping out of me as I run.
He keeps shoving his cock in me, harder each time. I ache, writhing underneath him and struggling as much as I can muster.
He pulls my hair hard, pulling my head back, forcing me to watch in the mirror as he stares at me, as his face tightens and gets redder. I can tell he's going to cum and I fight one more time to pull away, jerking my hips forward.
He finally cums, and I can feel it filling me. He's just barely groaning as he unloads inside me, gripping my hips so hard I feel like I'm going to be dissolved into a pile of violated parts on the tile floor.
He pulls out and just as I predicted, I can feel it dripping from inside me onto my thighs. He walks outside and I pull my clothes back together in the bathroom. I want to cry but what's the point?
When I walk outside, he's waiting for me, stretching.
"You're better than your Daddy described." He says and smiles, taking off on a run and chiding me from several feet ahead about how I'm never going to catch up at that pace.
I'm angry with myself about how much I enjoy his comment the rest of the way home.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
So my work crush. Good looking, smart guy, very charismatic. Last time we were out dancing and drinking, he decided to grope my ass while his girlfriend's back was turned... all very hot. So I've been jerking off thinking about him a lot.
I've been thinking about being off at a club, and the girlfriend finally decides to go home. She's huffy that he's staying out but I really don't think I could care less. The second she's gone we're grinding on each other, trying to at least make a show for the people we're there with that we're not just dancing together. We're doing a piss-poor job of it, and everyone's giving us those looks that you give two people who haven't fucked yet, but are about 15 minutes and a dark corner away.
There's a little nook tucked away that I've noticed back towards the bathroom and I tug him in that direction. He looks around to make sure the girlfriend is gone and I can't help but roll my eyes. I tug him harder and he follows.
He's been hard for a while because of the dancing and I know I'm in full control of everything that happens next. I refuse to kiss him, instead grabbing his hair and making him kiss my neck, which he does with a fervor I've rarely seen. I tell her I want it rougher, harder, and he listens, starting to bite and suck. His hands return to my ass and I pull them away, shoving him against the wall.
"I didn't tell you to fucking touch me" I growl.
He nods and pulls his hands back, going back to my neck as I grab his hair and yank his head down and hear him whimper. Such a good boy...
I open my dress and push his head to my tits, letting him suck and bite at my nipples. His tongue works over them as I pull out his rigid cock, pumping it with my hand as I free it from his pants. I hear him grown loudly, and he stops sucking momentarily.
I pull his head back, smacking him across the face. He is startled, but I can feel precum begin to drip and he jerks forward into my hand. I can tell he's never been slapped before, especially for being a pathetic, naughty little cunt. But he'll learn.
He goes back to picking my nipples, biting them harder as I egg him on. I continue to pump his cock, feeling him precum start to fill my hand. I slide down to my knees and tell him to put his hands behind his head.
He does exactly as he's told without hesitation, and I start to pump his cock into my mouth. He beings to moan loudly, and I tell him to shut the fuck up. He does as he's told and buttons his lips, only gasping and breathing hard.
He jerks forward a little and I pull back and look up at him. I see pain across his face as he feels like he can't do anything right, but wants to so badly. I smile and suck his cock harder, pulling more and more of him into my mouth. I pump my mouth over and over, sucking him in, feeling his drip into my throat. He pushes harder, and I being to stroke his balls. I tease them, pulling the skin, stretching it and then slapping hard. I smack harder as I suck harder, flicking and pounding as I draw him deeper into my throat.
I finally pull back and tell him not to cum, that I want him to cum inside me. I continue to suck but know he can't hold on much longer. He's trying so hard, which I like.
I'm looking forward to rewarding him, letting him know he's been a very, very good boy for me. I finally pull back, his cock covered in my saliva, glistening. I tell him to sit, and he does. I pull my panties to the side and straddle him, sliding down on his cock until it's buried in my pussy.
I begin to ride him, pumping up and down on his cock. I pound faster, arching and grinding as I raise and lower my hips.
"Hands. Back of the head." I command, slapping him again. He gasps, and I grind harder, leaning back and rubbing my fingers furiously over my clit.
He feels amazing inside me and I know I'm about to cum hard, all over his lap.
"Fucking cum for me. 5. 4. 3." I pause and he moans, almost whimpering. He wants to explode. "2." He is ready, wanting. "1. Cum. Now."
He groans and bucks, almost throwing me off. I cum all over his cock, squeezing it with my cunt. He cums so hard inside me I can feel it filling it, spilling out.
He begins to gasp and I gently take his arms down, kissing his mouth softly.
He opens his mouth again to speak and I put two fingers over his lips and smile. "See you Monday?"
He nods in response, and I kiss him again, longer, deeper, feeling him breathe hard against my lips.
"See you Monday."
A.
I've been thinking about being off at a club, and the girlfriend finally decides to go home. She's huffy that he's staying out but I really don't think I could care less. The second she's gone we're grinding on each other, trying to at least make a show for the people we're there with that we're not just dancing together. We're doing a piss-poor job of it, and everyone's giving us those looks that you give two people who haven't fucked yet, but are about 15 minutes and a dark corner away.
There's a little nook tucked away that I've noticed back towards the bathroom and I tug him in that direction. He looks around to make sure the girlfriend is gone and I can't help but roll my eyes. I tug him harder and he follows.
He's been hard for a while because of the dancing and I know I'm in full control of everything that happens next. I refuse to kiss him, instead grabbing his hair and making him kiss my neck, which he does with a fervor I've rarely seen. I tell her I want it rougher, harder, and he listens, starting to bite and suck. His hands return to my ass and I pull them away, shoving him against the wall.
"I didn't tell you to fucking touch me" I growl.
He nods and pulls his hands back, going back to my neck as I grab his hair and yank his head down and hear him whimper. Such a good boy...
I open my dress and push his head to my tits, letting him suck and bite at my nipples. His tongue works over them as I pull out his rigid cock, pumping it with my hand as I free it from his pants. I hear him grown loudly, and he stops sucking momentarily.
I pull his head back, smacking him across the face. He is startled, but I can feel precum begin to drip and he jerks forward into my hand. I can tell he's never been slapped before, especially for being a pathetic, naughty little cunt. But he'll learn.
He goes back to picking my nipples, biting them harder as I egg him on. I continue to pump his cock, feeling him precum start to fill my hand. I slide down to my knees and tell him to put his hands behind his head.
He does exactly as he's told without hesitation, and I start to pump his cock into my mouth. He beings to moan loudly, and I tell him to shut the fuck up. He does as he's told and buttons his lips, only gasping and breathing hard.
He jerks forward a little and I pull back and look up at him. I see pain across his face as he feels like he can't do anything right, but wants to so badly. I smile and suck his cock harder, pulling more and more of him into my mouth. I pump my mouth over and over, sucking him in, feeling his drip into my throat. He pushes harder, and I being to stroke his balls. I tease them, pulling the skin, stretching it and then slapping hard. I smack harder as I suck harder, flicking and pounding as I draw him deeper into my throat.
I finally pull back and tell him not to cum, that I want him to cum inside me. I continue to suck but know he can't hold on much longer. He's trying so hard, which I like.
I'm looking forward to rewarding him, letting him know he's been a very, very good boy for me. I finally pull back, his cock covered in my saliva, glistening. I tell him to sit, and he does. I pull my panties to the side and straddle him, sliding down on his cock until it's buried in my pussy.
I begin to ride him, pumping up and down on his cock. I pound faster, arching and grinding as I raise and lower my hips.
"Hands. Back of the head." I command, slapping him again. He gasps, and I grind harder, leaning back and rubbing my fingers furiously over my clit.
He feels amazing inside me and I know I'm about to cum hard, all over his lap.
"Fucking cum for me. 5. 4. 3." I pause and he moans, almost whimpering. He wants to explode. "2." He is ready, wanting. "1. Cum. Now."
He groans and bucks, almost throwing me off. I cum all over his cock, squeezing it with my cunt. He cums so hard inside me I can feel it filling it, spilling out.
He begins to gasp and I gently take his arms down, kissing his mouth softly.
He opens his mouth again to speak and I put two fingers over his lips and smile. "See you Monday?"
He nods in response, and I kiss him again, longer, deeper, feeling him breathe hard against my lips.
"See you Monday."
A.
Monday, May 24, 2010
The Couple
So girlfriend and I met a couple. We've been trying to have sex with a straight couple for a while, and nothing's come to fruition yet for various reasons. We did meet a couple socially, though, who we have great chemistry with. Now we're trying to figure out how to trick them into a foursome. Fingers crossed!
But until that happens, this will have to suffice:
They're over for dinner (I think I'd poach some fish, and I'm really into blanched asparagus right now... something along those lines). And we're plying them with alcohol. They already know we're poly, but we haven't brought up much of the kink or group sex. Everyone loves the food, and loves the alcohol even more.
Eventually it comes up: how do you just not have jealousy that the person you love is with someone else? So we tell them that of course there's some jealousy, but blah blah blah... lets us just show you. Girlfriend and wife are next to each other and girlfriend tells wife to kiss her. She blushes and gets shy for the first time that night. I smile at wife, and tell her to go ahead, it's ok.
Wife and girlfriend kiss. Tentative turns intense and tongues begin to slide over lips, hands find necks, and eyelids flutter. I love watching Girlfriend kiss her, and I can already feel my clit swelling. I know as soon as Wife enjoys it, Husband will be in like Flynn. I can't stop watching them, though. Cute, prim Wife and hot butch Girlfriend.
Finally they pull away and we ask her how it was. She blushes, getting more flustered. And we tell Wife to kiss Husband. They do, and it's pleasant enough, and we discuss the two kisses. I can tell Husband is already hard, and the growing bulge in his pants is making it harder for me.
I announce that I'm clearly a bit left out of this mix, and it's not fair that I don't get a kiss. He gets excited, but I move to Wife, sliding a hand into her hair and pulling her mouth to mine. I flick my tongue over her teeth, teasing her a bit with my mouth. My hand starts to inch towards his thigh and finally my pinky feels the fabric of his pants. His leg moves towards my hand, and all I want is to feel his swollen cock.
Things begin slow, with kissing and trading, and eventually clothes start moving. I won't bore you with the interim parts, suffice to say everyone is groping and kissing.
I finally settle on him. I straddle his lap on the couch, grinding my pussy into his hard on. My dress is up around my waist and his hands are on my hips, pulling me harder down onto him. His shirt is long gone, and I begin biting his neck and chest. I find a nipple with my teeth and tongue and feel his fingertips digging into my flesh. I can feel his cock through his pants and my panties, and the heat is unbearable.
Sitting net to us is wife and girlfriend. Girlfriend sees him grinding into me and takes the opportunity to push up Wife's skirt. I can see how soaked her panties are, as she clearly flooded them a while ago, and watch as her hips move forward. Girlfriend, ever the tease, pulls them down slowly, letting her soaked pussy catch a bit of the air. It's crisp against her clit and she tries to close her legs. Girlfriend holds them open, pushing them wider before kneeling between them. She begins with a finger, teasing wife's lips before rubbing her clit with the pad of her thumb. Wife moans loudly and grinds against her thumb, dripping wetness into the back of her skirt.
I open his pants and pull out his cock. I stand and drop my panties to the floor. I want his cock to fill me. Now. I climb on top of him, thighs spread and cunt soaked. As Girlfriend leans forward and begging to lick Wife's clit, I lower myself down onto him, taking the head, then the shaft, inside me. He moans and bucks up, but I pull back. This needs to be slow. I want his cock to feel every fucking inch of me. I lower myself agonizingly slow. And when it feels like days have passed, I settle myself into his lap, cock swallowed to the hilt. And then I begin to grind.
He grinds back, moaning, pushing up against me in jagged jerks and pumps. He loves to fuck, and i hold his shoulders, making sure I keep my own rhythm as I begin to rub my clit. I arch back so he can see, and he holds my ass. I finally grab Wife's hand and pull it to my clit, letting her fingers rub viciously. I begin to buck harder against him as she works her fingers, desperately pushing against Girlfriend's mouth.
I hear Girlfriend move, and feel her hands on my back. She whispers in my ear and I nod, turning to kiss her with Wife's juices still on her lips. I stand, winking at Husband, as he winces at the loss of my pussy. After a bit of readjusting, we make husband lie on his back, and I crawl above him. I slowly lower my head and begin to suck his swollen cock. I can taste myself and his precum with every lick, and I suck everything off heartily. He immediately begins bucking into my mouth and I know he doesn't have long before he'll cum.
On all fours, I point my ass into the air. I feel wife's hands on my thighs and calves. Her fingers are small, and her touch is cautious. But it is her tongue I'm looking for. I feel her tongue begin to wind its way to my ass, and her fingers to my cunt.
And she begins to lick. I feel her tongue working its way around my ass as her fingers start to slide into me, pumping quickly. I love being fingered, if you couldn't tell.
Not to be left out, Girlfriend has two fingers in Wife's pussy, and one in her ass. Wife begins to writhe, pushing back against Girlfriend's hand, and swallowing her fingers up.
I can taste it as he begins to cum. I feel it hot and squirting into my throat, and swallow it by the mouthful. His cum tastes sincere, and I love how it feels my mouth.
Wife squirts when she cums, leaving a puddle on our floor. It drips down her inner thighs, and she looks mortified to have cum so hard all over the floor. I relish her embarrassment and ache to lick her clean.
Now go jerk off.
Appendix:
Poached Halibut with Saffron Orange Aioli
But until that happens, this will have to suffice:
They're over for dinner (I think I'd poach some fish, and I'm really into blanched asparagus right now... something along those lines). And we're plying them with alcohol. They already know we're poly, but we haven't brought up much of the kink or group sex. Everyone loves the food, and loves the alcohol even more.
Eventually it comes up: how do you just not have jealousy that the person you love is with someone else? So we tell them that of course there's some jealousy, but blah blah blah... lets us just show you. Girlfriend and wife are next to each other and girlfriend tells wife to kiss her. She blushes and gets shy for the first time that night. I smile at wife, and tell her to go ahead, it's ok.
Wife and girlfriend kiss. Tentative turns intense and tongues begin to slide over lips, hands find necks, and eyelids flutter. I love watching Girlfriend kiss her, and I can already feel my clit swelling. I know as soon as Wife enjoys it, Husband will be in like Flynn. I can't stop watching them, though. Cute, prim Wife and hot butch Girlfriend.
Finally they pull away and we ask her how it was. She blushes, getting more flustered. And we tell Wife to kiss Husband. They do, and it's pleasant enough, and we discuss the two kisses. I can tell Husband is already hard, and the growing bulge in his pants is making it harder for me.
I announce that I'm clearly a bit left out of this mix, and it's not fair that I don't get a kiss. He gets excited, but I move to Wife, sliding a hand into her hair and pulling her mouth to mine. I flick my tongue over her teeth, teasing her a bit with my mouth. My hand starts to inch towards his thigh and finally my pinky feels the fabric of his pants. His leg moves towards my hand, and all I want is to feel his swollen cock.
Things begin slow, with kissing and trading, and eventually clothes start moving. I won't bore you with the interim parts, suffice to say everyone is groping and kissing.
I finally settle on him. I straddle his lap on the couch, grinding my pussy into his hard on. My dress is up around my waist and his hands are on my hips, pulling me harder down onto him. His shirt is long gone, and I begin biting his neck and chest. I find a nipple with my teeth and tongue and feel his fingertips digging into my flesh. I can feel his cock through his pants and my panties, and the heat is unbearable.
Sitting net to us is wife and girlfriend. Girlfriend sees him grinding into me and takes the opportunity to push up Wife's skirt. I can see how soaked her panties are, as she clearly flooded them a while ago, and watch as her hips move forward. Girlfriend, ever the tease, pulls them down slowly, letting her soaked pussy catch a bit of the air. It's crisp against her clit and she tries to close her legs. Girlfriend holds them open, pushing them wider before kneeling between them. She begins with a finger, teasing wife's lips before rubbing her clit with the pad of her thumb. Wife moans loudly and grinds against her thumb, dripping wetness into the back of her skirt.
I open his pants and pull out his cock. I stand and drop my panties to the floor. I want his cock to fill me. Now. I climb on top of him, thighs spread and cunt soaked. As Girlfriend leans forward and begging to lick Wife's clit, I lower myself down onto him, taking the head, then the shaft, inside me. He moans and bucks up, but I pull back. This needs to be slow. I want his cock to feel every fucking inch of me. I lower myself agonizingly slow. And when it feels like days have passed, I settle myself into his lap, cock swallowed to the hilt. And then I begin to grind.
He grinds back, moaning, pushing up against me in jagged jerks and pumps. He loves to fuck, and i hold his shoulders, making sure I keep my own rhythm as I begin to rub my clit. I arch back so he can see, and he holds my ass. I finally grab Wife's hand and pull it to my clit, letting her fingers rub viciously. I begin to buck harder against him as she works her fingers, desperately pushing against Girlfriend's mouth.
I hear Girlfriend move, and feel her hands on my back. She whispers in my ear and I nod, turning to kiss her with Wife's juices still on her lips. I stand, winking at Husband, as he winces at the loss of my pussy. After a bit of readjusting, we make husband lie on his back, and I crawl above him. I slowly lower my head and begin to suck his swollen cock. I can taste myself and his precum with every lick, and I suck everything off heartily. He immediately begins bucking into my mouth and I know he doesn't have long before he'll cum.
On all fours, I point my ass into the air. I feel wife's hands on my thighs and calves. Her fingers are small, and her touch is cautious. But it is her tongue I'm looking for. I feel her tongue begin to wind its way to my ass, and her fingers to my cunt.
And she begins to lick. I feel her tongue working its way around my ass as her fingers start to slide into me, pumping quickly. I love being fingered, if you couldn't tell.
Not to be left out, Girlfriend has two fingers in Wife's pussy, and one in her ass. Wife begins to writhe, pushing back against Girlfriend's hand, and swallowing her fingers up.
I can taste it as he begins to cum. I feel it hot and squirting into my throat, and swallow it by the mouthful. His cum tastes sincere, and I love how it feels my mouth.
Wife squirts when she cums, leaving a puddle on our floor. It drips down her inner thighs, and she looks mortified to have cum so hard all over the floor. I relish her embarrassment and ache to lick her clean.
Now go jerk off.
Appendix:
Poached Halibut with Saffron Orange Aioli
Friday, January 29, 2010
I think it's a girl's turn, sort of.
I know, I know. I haven't been updating. But soon, cross my heart, I'm going to have more time soon and this is going to be updated all the damn time.
Before I forget, I wanted to mark a particular experience which I absolutely loved.
My girlfriend and I were at Summer Camp (Dark Odyssey, if you haven't heard of it, it's worth a look) and it was after a GREAT group sex scene that eventually won a camp prize (Best Group Scene! Fantastic!) and decided to run off on our own. I told her that I a) wanted to strip b) wanted to do it in public and c) wanted to top her. Yahtzee!
We went to the peep show, an area of camp where there were little nooks a little bigger than a queen sized bed with a nice little stage on the inside and all plastic curtains around it, so you can gather a rather good sized audience into the mix, and acknowledge them if you like. I was dressed in a nice cheerleader uniform, and told her to sit on the edge of the stage. She has now perfected the "Nice young guy who's never had a lap dance before" routine, and we've used it quite effectively.
I began to dance for her, stripping, with a nice, slow, grinding lap dance. We couldn't hear any music, but it seemed to work quite nicely. I had her laid down and danced over her, moving up and walking so she could see directly up my skirt and I squatted down, pulling my panties aside so my pussy was directly over her mouth. She moaned, and I could feel her breath on my clit.
That's usually enough to get me soaked. I kept dancing for her, moving over her, and slowly dropping one item after another until I was naked, save a pair of high heels. I kept grinding on her, shaking my tits and ass inches from her face, feeling her so, so close.
I finally pulled her hands up and open, telling her there was no fucking way she would ever touch me. I don't let dirty pieces of shit at strip clubs who are just there to jerk off touch me. She nodded, gulping, and obeying every word. I told her she was a dirty waste of cum, and if I fucked her, I would be less of a person. I wouldn't be able to respect myself if I touched a fucking sleeze like her.
I kept dancing, unzipping her pants and pulling them down just enough to pull out her cock. I kneeled over her, down on all fours. I stroked her cock, pulling out one of the condoms which was sticking out of her pockets. I turned around and asked if she thought I was a whore, if she assumed I would fuck some dick just because I was a stripper? She said no, but I slapped her anyway. She nodded, begging for forgiveness.
I relented, turning again and sliding the condom onto her cock. I sucked the head, jerking it into my mouth. I kept rocking my ass to her face, arching up so she could see my wet pussy. Her hips moved up to my hand, to my mouth. But she was good, held her head back. She know I would get up and leave as soon as she broke the rules.
I danced over her cock, shifting back and forth for her. I listened to her moan, and finally stood, turning and sitting back down - squarely on her cock. She slid inside me and I started to ride her, rocking and rolling my hips over her cock and she ground back up against me, fucking me as hard as I was fucking her.
I played with my nipples, rolling them in my fingers and then leaning down and licking them. My boots still on, I pulled my legs up and moved from sitting on my knees to a squat, getting her deeper inside me, and at a new angle, feeling her cock so deep inside me.
After riding her for a few minutes I felt a little belt hit my back. I was confused but ignored it. Turns out one of the presenters -read: one of the professionals- at Camp had thrown some change at us, because she was loving our show. It was a lovely little moment.
I finally stood, climbing up and walking a foot or so up before lowering myself over her mouth. I grabbed her head, pulling it up for her to lick my wet pussy. Her tongue was all over my clit, and I arched against her mouth. She licked and sucked on my clit, covering her mouth, chin, face with my cum. I felt her tongue inside me, on me. She sucked my clit into her mouth, and her teeth grazed the sides. I was grinding on her so hard I almost came.
When I knew I was so, so close, I pulled back and waited, gathered my breath to slide back down and sit back on her cock and started to fuck her painfully hard. I felt her cock so deep inside me it absolutely ached, but I was relentless on how hard I fucked her. Her hands remained exactly where I put them, but I could see them tensing as she knew I was ready to cum.
I bucked hard, tightening my pussy and cumming, screaming, all over her cock. I collapsed, barely breathing, absolutely spent on top of her. I kissed her cheek and ended our scene, a whole troupe of people watching. They scattered, realizing that a) there was no more fucking and b) this was just two people in love who are absolute whores comforting each other in an oddly private moment.
anyway. Sorry for the delay! Updates soon! XOXO.
Before I forget, I wanted to mark a particular experience which I absolutely loved.
My girlfriend and I were at Summer Camp (Dark Odyssey, if you haven't heard of it, it's worth a look) and it was after a GREAT group sex scene that eventually won a camp prize (Best Group Scene! Fantastic!) and decided to run off on our own. I told her that I a) wanted to strip b) wanted to do it in public and c) wanted to top her. Yahtzee!
We went to the peep show, an area of camp where there were little nooks a little bigger than a queen sized bed with a nice little stage on the inside and all plastic curtains around it, so you can gather a rather good sized audience into the mix, and acknowledge them if you like. I was dressed in a nice cheerleader uniform, and told her to sit on the edge of the stage. She has now perfected the "Nice young guy who's never had a lap dance before" routine, and we've used it quite effectively.
I began to dance for her, stripping, with a nice, slow, grinding lap dance. We couldn't hear any music, but it seemed to work quite nicely. I had her laid down and danced over her, moving up and walking so she could see directly up my skirt and I squatted down, pulling my panties aside so my pussy was directly over her mouth. She moaned, and I could feel her breath on my clit.
That's usually enough to get me soaked. I kept dancing for her, moving over her, and slowly dropping one item after another until I was naked, save a pair of high heels. I kept grinding on her, shaking my tits and ass inches from her face, feeling her so, so close.
I finally pulled her hands up and open, telling her there was no fucking way she would ever touch me. I don't let dirty pieces of shit at strip clubs who are just there to jerk off touch me. She nodded, gulping, and obeying every word. I told her she was a dirty waste of cum, and if I fucked her, I would be less of a person. I wouldn't be able to respect myself if I touched a fucking sleeze like her.
I kept dancing, unzipping her pants and pulling them down just enough to pull out her cock. I kneeled over her, down on all fours. I stroked her cock, pulling out one of the condoms which was sticking out of her pockets. I turned around and asked if she thought I was a whore, if she assumed I would fuck some dick just because I was a stripper? She said no, but I slapped her anyway. She nodded, begging for forgiveness.
I relented, turning again and sliding the condom onto her cock. I sucked the head, jerking it into my mouth. I kept rocking my ass to her face, arching up so she could see my wet pussy. Her hips moved up to my hand, to my mouth. But she was good, held her head back. She know I would get up and leave as soon as she broke the rules.
I danced over her cock, shifting back and forth for her. I listened to her moan, and finally stood, turning and sitting back down - squarely on her cock. She slid inside me and I started to ride her, rocking and rolling my hips over her cock and she ground back up against me, fucking me as hard as I was fucking her.
I played with my nipples, rolling them in my fingers and then leaning down and licking them. My boots still on, I pulled my legs up and moved from sitting on my knees to a squat, getting her deeper inside me, and at a new angle, feeling her cock so deep inside me.
After riding her for a few minutes I felt a little belt hit my back. I was confused but ignored it. Turns out one of the presenters -read: one of the professionals- at Camp had thrown some change at us, because she was loving our show. It was a lovely little moment.
I finally stood, climbing up and walking a foot or so up before lowering myself over her mouth. I grabbed her head, pulling it up for her to lick my wet pussy. Her tongue was all over my clit, and I arched against her mouth. She licked and sucked on my clit, covering her mouth, chin, face with my cum. I felt her tongue inside me, on me. She sucked my clit into her mouth, and her teeth grazed the sides. I was grinding on her so hard I almost came.
When I knew I was so, so close, I pulled back and waited, gathered my breath to slide back down and sit back on her cock and started to fuck her painfully hard. I felt her cock so deep inside me it absolutely ached, but I was relentless on how hard I fucked her. Her hands remained exactly where I put them, but I could see them tensing as she knew I was ready to cum.
I bucked hard, tightening my pussy and cumming, screaming, all over her cock. I collapsed, barely breathing, absolutely spent on top of her. I kissed her cheek and ended our scene, a whole troupe of people watching. They scattered, realizing that a) there was no more fucking and b) this was just two people in love who are absolute whores comforting each other in an oddly private moment.
anyway. Sorry for the delay! Updates soon! XOXO.
Monday, December 21, 2009
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