Sunday, December 28, 2008


Jay and I have been ever so busy with family/holiday obligations this week. Much more busy than either of us cared to be. Yesterday we were obligated to go on a day trip to visit yet more relatives. 2 hours in the car up with the 2 kids in the back, a day of visiting with the old folks, bad food, and bored children, capped off with the 2 hours ride back with the mercifully sleeping 2 kids in the back.

Needless to say, Jay and I were in need of some stress relief when we finally got the youngest one bathed and in bed while our 14 year old entertained himself with his new computer courtesy of his doting Grandma.

We lay on our bed, dazed and shell shocked. Jay casually mentioned he was newly smooth "down there," perfect for licking.

"What are you going to do to me if I don't want to suck you?"

"Try me," he responded.

"I'm not going to suck your cock tonight. I don't want to," I announced petulantly.

Jay got up from the bed to lock the door, directing me to take my clothes off as he did so.

I lay there still playing the willful child, still refusing to follow his lead.

He brought out the bamboo cane and whacked me on the hip with it.

"I said get undressed," he ordered again.

This time, I complied.

When I was completely naked and shivering a bit in the chill, he went to the task of cuffing my wrists and ankles with our new leather cuffs.

With the cuffs properly fastened to each limb, he went to work with a long black rope. The end result found me with my legs in the air, bound together, hands bound to legs, ass vulnerable and exposed to Jay's deviant desires.

The bamboo cane met my upraised ass over and over again with delicious, small stinging blows.

"I'm such a bad girl," I cooed.

Silence, as he continued to work my ass with the cane.

And then...

"Such a fucking slut," Jay spat out as he blows came faster, my ass beginning to burn in earnest.

He walked to the edge of the bed, and jerked me up until my head hung over the side. He then began to adjust the rope again until each breast was tightly bound.

At this point, I began to gush. I imagined the picture I would present to anyone on the outside looking in on our little scene...ankles cuffed and bound to each other, wrists cuffed and bound resting on my mound, midsection crisscrossed with rope, breasts tightly bound, nipples pink and very erect, ass crisscrossed red from my caning, head hanging off the edge of the bed, mouth open and awaiting insertion of Master's cock.

I didn't have to wait long. Jay shoved his pulsing cock deeply into my mouth, thrusting in and out as my tongue traveled hungrily around his shaft. I worked my head up and down as best I could seeking to please my Master with my mouth.

The longer the face fucking went on, the more uncomfortable I became. My jaw became tired, my neck began to ache with the uncomfortable angle. I turned my head to the side, gasping for air, asking Master for a break.

"I'm not done using you, slut. We'll be done when I cum," he growled at me before shoving his cock back down my throat forcing my aching jaws wide open.

Master fucked my face several minutes more until he was ready to let me rest. He gently helped me back onto the bed as which point he began to stroke his pulsing cock over my tits.

"Mmmmm, yes, baby, stroke your cock for me. Cum on my tits, Sir," I begged.

I waited and watched him stroke eagerly anticipating ropes of hot cum spurting onto me at any moment.

Instead, he pushed me over onto my stomach, spread my ass cheeks and began to stroke over my ass. My pussy began to throb, growing wetter and wetter as Master worked his cock over on top of my ass. I moaned and wiggled around impatiently waiting to feel his hot release rain down over my ass at any moment.

He left the bed for a moment, and walked over to rumage around in the nightstand drawer. I assumed he was coming back to spank me again with a different implement. Instead, he pushed my bound legs as far apart as they would go and crawled in between them, my raised feet resting against his back.

I felt lube being poured onto my already soaked cunt, then worked further down into my ass.

"I want your ass tonight, slut," was all he said to me before thrusting his cock between the folds of my ass cheeks and working his way into my asshole.

I couldn't imagine that he would ever succeed and took a secret pleasure in that knowledge. My legs seemed bound too impossibly close together to afford him entrance into my tight little bud.

I groaned as he pushed harder and harder until he was unbelievably inside my ass. I let out a small scream as he pushed in deeper before beginning to thrust.

He leaned over me, his hands bracing his weight on either side of my head, his cock working in and out of my little asshole.

Dear God, I was so wet. I knew it must surely be dripping down into my ass helping to lubricate as he fucked. I snaked a finger down to my clit to rub it as he fucked me.

"Your ass feels so good and tight. I love fucking it baby," he breathed as he raised up, gripped my hips and continued to thrust into me.

"That's it, baby. Cum in my ass. I want your cum dripping out my ass."

With that, he fell back down over me, muscled arms holding his weight above me as he buried his cock in me. I looked up to watch his face in the dresser mirror as he lost himself in the pleasure of my ass.

I laid there on my stomach, bound, his body looming over me, his cock buried deeply in my ass, and realized I had never been more helpless in my life. The realization turned me on more than I can possibly express in words. I was unequivocably at the mercy of my Master, and my cunt responded by growing even wetter still.

I looked up to watch my Master's face twisted with pleasure.

"Uhhhhh, I'm...going your ass now!" he grunted out just before shooting his load in me.

He collapsed on me for a moment panting and sweating before pulling out and rolling over.

He left me there on the bed, bound, prostrate on my stomach, cum leaking out my ass while he showered and cleaned up. His intent was to help me remember my place as HIS slut no doubt.

I really must run upstairs to the bedroom now as recalling this tale for you has my pussy wet and calling out for attention once again.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Taking a Ride with Master and Sir

The three of them sat at a table together in the midst of the bustling nightlife of the restaurant doing an admirable job of making small talk despite the presence of overwhelming sexual tension. She watched his mouth move as he spoke to her husband and wondered what he tasted like. Her eyes roamed down to his hands and imagined them tangled in her hair as he whispered filth in her ear. She pressed her legs together, feeling the wetness growing between them as she began to undress him with her eyes.

Her reverie was abruptly cut short by the sound of her husband’s voice calling her name. She had apparently been required to add something to the conversation, and was embarrassed to find her new friend looking at her with a knowing smirk on his face.

They made haste to finish their meal and move on to “dessert.” They walked together to her husband’s car which would take them to a discreet hotel where they intended to engage in delicious depravity. As her husband slid into the driver’s seat he nodded his permission to her, and she pushed the front seat forward, climbed into the back seat and looked up at her friend invitingly. He wasted no time climbing in beside her as the car rumbled to a start.

His mouth was soft and wet against her throat, his thumb warm as he rubbed it across her lips. She slipped his thumb into her mouth as he kissed his way up to her ear, his hardening cock pressing insistently against her thigh.

“I’m going to unzip my pants now, and you’re going to suck me like you’ve been dying to do all night,” he breathed into her ear.

As he unzipped, she leaned forward and whispered into her husband’s ear, “I’m about to suck his cock, baby.” She left him with several kisses up and down his cheek before she was roughly pulled to the backseat again.

She knelt in the seat, her dress riding up over her hips, exposing her stockings, garters, and naked ass. She circled the head of his cock with her tongue, tasting the salty wetness of the precum there. He slapped her ass firmly commanding, “Suck slut.”

She knew her husband was witness to this in the front of the car and the thought drove her wild. She swallowed her friend’s cock to the balls. Her head bobbed sensuously up and down as she gently cupped his balls, her tongue circling his head on each upstroke.

“Your wife is a good little cock sucker,” he complimented her husband.

He rubbed her ass reverently as her lips and tongue worked steadily on his swollen cock.

POP went his hand across her ass. “Suck harder, bitch,” he snarled as he gripped a handful of her hair and shoved his cock to the back of her throat.

She obediently worked her mouth harder and faster up and down his shaft as he began to groan above her.

“Mmmmm, that’s a good girl. That’s so fucking good,” he crooned.

She felt his balls tighten in her hands, sucked harder still with loud, wet slurping sounds as his middle finger entered her sopping wet hole.

“Is this making you wet, slut? Is my hard cock in your mouth making you wet?”

She nodded her head vigorously as she sucked, feeling his cock twitch in her mouth.

“Your wife is enjoying my cock in her tight little mouth,” he informed her husband.

His fingers probed her wetness as his hips thrust his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth until she was gagging and struggling to keep pace with him.

“Oh fuck, yes,” she heard him moan as her mouth was flooded with his hot, delicious load. She sucked and swallowed until he was spent.

“Such a dirty girl,” he declared stroking her hair as she licked his cock and balls clean.

She leaned forward again, and purred into her husband’s ear, “His cum tasted so good, baby. Are you hard now?”

“Yes,” he whispered hoarsely as she kissed his head, rubbing her hands along his chest before once again being pulled into the backseat.

Her friend bent his head to her outstretched thighs, licking up the inside of one, and down the other, pausing only briefly to inhale the scent of her aroused cunt. He planted small, soft kisses all around her mound until she was squirming about desperate for his tongue to meet her clit.

“Ask for it and I might give you what you want,” he said.

“Suck my clit. Oh God, I need you to do that for me now,” she begged.

“Has she earned it?” he asked her husband.

“Not hardly,” he replied.

“Your husband says you don’t deserve to have your pussy licked,” her friend informed her.

“Baby, please,” she began, and then remembered her manners. “Please, Master, may I have my pussy sucked?”

“Do you want to please Master?” he probed.

“Yes, you know I do,” she replied.

“Then tell me why you want your pussy sucked.”

Silence echoed in the car as she could not bring herself to say the words.

“Tell me dear, or I’ll pull over right now and call your new friend a cab,” he threatened.

“Because I am a dirty slut,” she whispered feeling her pussy begin to gush just inches from her friend’s face.

“Give her what she wants,” he acquiesced.

She gasped as her friend’s tongue met her swollen, wet clit. She fought the urge to ride his face as his tongue circled eloquently. He inserted his tongue in her hole as she watched, running her hands through his hair. She imagined the sight they would present to any passing cars…her husband driving with a raging hard on, her knee high boots braced against the windows, her friend’s head bobbing between her wide open legs, and felt herself grow wetter still.

She looked down to meet his eyes as he tongue fucked her, running her hands along his smooth cheeks as his tongue roamed back up to her clit. He sucked her clit tenderly into his mouth, as her hips began to buck against him of their own accord.

“Oh yes, that’s it. Please don’t stop” she begged.

He gripped her hips, held her against him as he licked and sucked until the growing warmth in her groin exploded all over his face.

Her orgasm washed over her so strongly, her thighs clamped down around his ears, trapping him between her legs as her moans filled the cabin of the car.

When she came to her senses, she released her headlock and let her friend up for air.

“Your wife tastes marvelous,” he informed her husband. “I can’t wait to fuck her.”

“I’ve been a bad, bad girl,” she giggled into her husband’s ear as she wrapped her arms around him from the backseat.

“You have, and you’ll pay for it, my pet, trust me,” he warned.

They soon arrived at her friend’s hotel, the night’s fun just getting started…

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Ho, Ho, Ho HNT

It has been quite some time since I have participated in the HNT fun. It's good to be back.

My but that was quite a large, delicious candy cane! Happy holiday HNT'ing

Friday, December 12, 2008

Desire at the Office

She walks slowly down the hall, busy looking folders and pen in hand; however work is the fartherest thing from her mind at the moment. As she passes his office, she slows down, turns and makes eye contact with him, making sure he follows her with his eyes as she ducks into the bathroom. She waits one minute… then two until she hears the click in the door as he joins her. He locks the door to the single stall bathroom and comes up behind her as she stands at the sink watching him in the mirror.

He runs his fingers down the sides of her soft, suede business suit, stopping to cup her ass as he buries his face in her hair and releases a small moan. He gently moves her hair to one side and lowers his mouth to her neck as his fingers begin to unbutton the front of her suit coat. He removes the coat, letting it fall to the floor as their eyes lock in the mirror. He moves his fingers to her blouse. They both watch in the mirror as he methodically opens each button. She can feel her nipples straining towards his fingers, longing to feel their warmth, aching to be pinched. He removes the blouse, letting it fall to the floor as well as they continue to watch each other in the mirror. She feels his hand on the zipper at the back of her skirt. He smoothly pulls it down, wiggling the skirt down to her ankles. She braces herself against the sink and gracefully steps out of the skirt. She stands there in bra, garter and stockings, shivering just a little, needing the warmth of his skin against her as his eyes travel up and down her body lingering on her hard nipples and closely shaven pussy.

She turns around and slowly begins to unknot his tie, tossing it to the floor as she pull his suspenders from his broad shoulders and carefully opens each button down the front of his shirt. As she pulls it off of him, she can’t resist reaching out to run her hands over his chest, touching her tongue to each pink nipple. He lets out a low, rumbling groan as she lets her hands slide down his stomach to his belt. She unbuckles the belt, unfastens the pants, and kneels in front of him to remove them. This maneuver places her face even with his bulging cock. She reaches around behind him, slipping her fingers under the waistband of his boxers and letting her nails graze his skin as she slowly pulls the boxers off. His cock bobs out, bouncing against her face as she slowly stands up and turns back around to face the mirror.

He teases her nipples through the mesh material of her bra before opening the clasp in the front and letting the bra fall to the pile of clothing at their feet. She feels his erect cock poking against her backside, as she leans back against him, clasping her arms around the back of his neck as he kneads the flesh of her breasts in his hands. She turns her head to kiss him; his tongue slips warm and wet into her mouth at the same instant he begins to roll her nipples between his fingers sending ripples of pleasure through her body. She feels her pussy gushing as he tugs harder and harder at her erect nipples. She slides her hand down between her legs gathering some of the flowing juices there and bringing it up between their lips. They both lick and suck the sweetness from her finger moaning into each other’s mouths, their tongues melting together. She turns her head to watch for just an instant as he tugs viciously at her nipples, his cock spearing her backside until he urgently turns her around, seats her on the faucet, and sinks to his knees before her open legs.

She watches as he runs his tongue up the inside of her thigh, pausing to take in the aroma of her aroused cunt before burying his tongue inside her swollen hole. He presses his nose against her clit and begins to slowly rock it back and forth while his tongue slips in and out of her. She leans her head back against the mirror, spreads her legs even wider to him, closes her eyes and loses herself in the joy this man is bringing to her. He gradually picks up the pace, massaging her clit faster and harder in a smooth, steady rhythm. She opens her eyes to see him lost in the pleasure of the moment. His eyes are closed as he tirelessly works her clit, his face shoved deeply into her pussy, his hands clasping her thighs so tightly she will find tiny bruises there the next day. The sight of this, combined with the view of her rock hard nipples, and stiletto heeled feet digging lightly into his back bring her to a powerful orgasm. She clasps her hands over her mouth to muffle the moans as her hips buck and thrash, her other hand digging into his head, trapping his face against her pussy. He opens his eyes and looks up at her clearly enjoying watching her tremble and struggle to remain quiet as she showers him with her glistening cum.

When she has spent herself on his face, he stands up before her. He leans in to kiss her with the aroma of her pussy all over his face as she reaches down, takes his throbbing cock in her hands and teases it by rubbing it against her slick pussy. What she wants is to stand up, turn around and watch in the mirror as he fucks her from behind. However, she is so overcome with the need for his cock inside her, that she cannot coordinate communication between her brain and her limbs. He is also crazed with the need to be inside her. He thrusts towards her, seeking entry, seeking relief from the burning need for release between his legs. With his next thrust, she guides him inside her. She wraps her legs around him, her heels digging into his ass, her torso leaning back against the mirror, tits bouncing heavily as he plunges deeply inside her, over and over again.

She thrusts her hips at him, whispering, urging, “Harder, baby. Fuck me harder.”

Her head bangs against the mirror as he pounds his body against hers. He reaches out to roughly twist a nipple as she runs her nails down his chest leaving angry, red welts. She places her middle finger in his mouth urging him with her eyes to suck it, wet it for her before moving the finger to her clit, circling it lightly as he continues to move inside her. She can hear him groaning softly, his head thrown back, his face contorted in a grimace. She knows he is close, she knows he is waiting for her. That thought alone does it for her. Her pussy grips his cock in orgasm as he leans into her and covers her mouth with his own to quiet her moans. He swiftly pumps load after hot load of cum into her as he buries his face in her breasts.

The rest of her day is carried out with his scent all around her, his cum dribbling out between her thighs and thoughts of their next encounter running through her mind