Sunday, November 22, 2009

Bliss

Yesterday morning, in the wee hours before light, our little girl came creeping into bed with us along with her dog, whispering to me that she had a bad dream. It was a pretty scary one as she related to me later, involving witches in a cage in our hotel room (we went out of town last weekend and stayed in a hotel) laughing and cackling and coming after her.

She promptly fell back to sleep tucked safely between Jay and I. I laid there spooned up against her, an arm thrown over her, a dog snuggled on either side of my legs, and reached over to hold a sleeping Jay's hand. I realized at that moment, that this was the meaning of bliss. Right here in this bed was nearly everything I love most in this world with the exception of my son still snoozing in his own room. I realized that despite all my bitching and moaning about how hard it all is (working, raising kids, juggling bills, etc), God has smiled on me with riches beyond my wildest imaginings.

As we anticipate the coming of Thanksgiving this week, I am thankful for a sleepy moment cuddled in bed with those I love most in the world. What are you thankful for?

Monday, November 16, 2009

Her New Employee, Conclusion

When she had the girl on the edge, she stopped, slid her body along the girl's until she was inches from her face, a finger still inside her slippery cunt.


"Do you want me to bring this meeting to it's conclusion?"


"Ye, yessss ma'am, please," the girl begged.


"Are you going to be a good girl? Are you going to always do as your boss instructs you?"


"Oh yes, ma'am," she nodded earnestly, her eyes glowing with delight.


"Your little cunt is throbbing right now, isn't it?"


"Oh God, yes ma'am. Please make it stop," she pleaded.


"There, there sweetheart. I'm going to make everything alright. And in return, we will convene meetings such as this whenever I see fit," she asserted as she worked her way back down the girl's body.


"Oh yes ma'am. Whatever you say ma'am," came her reply as she spread her legs even wider apart in anticipation of her much sought after relief.


She lowered her head between the girl's legs, her mouth sucking in her clit, her tongue circling it as her lips sucked. She slipped one, then two fingers inside her vagina, fucking her steadily with them.


The girl's hand slapped against the window as her body arched off the seat, her thighs clamping down around her boss' head as she came all over her face. She flooded her boss' mouth with her juices as she moaned her ectasy.


When it was done she threw the girl's clothing at her and barked,


"Get dressed. You've wasted too much of my afternoon with your whorish needs."


"Yes ma'am," came the meek reply.


As the girl began to slip her panties back on, she reached over and took them from her.


"Uh,uh, uh," she tutted. "I'll keep these," she announced as she slipped them on underneath her skirt.


She drove the girl back to work and deposited her at her desk. She delighted in continuing her work day with the girl's wet panties pressed against her own slippery sex.


Moments before the girl's scheduled departure time, she discretely deposited the panties into the girl's lap.


"You are to put these back on dear and wear them home. When you get there, you are to take them off and breath deeply the scent of our two wet cunts."


"When you arrive tomorrow, I want a full report before I give you the day's assignments."


"Yes, ma'am. I'll do exactly as you have instructed," she replied as she scurried out the door, eager to complete her tasks.


She smiled with satisfaction as she watched the girl leave knowing the pleasure she would derive from training this newest little toy.

Friday, November 13, 2009

Her New Employee, Pt. 2

She sought her mouth again, their tongues dancing in each other's mouths as her hand roamed freely under the girl's skirt until she reached her panties already beginning to soak through with moisture.


"Why don't we get a bit more comfortable, dear," she cooed as she began to undress the girl. When the girl removed her bra, freeing her magnificent breasts for the firl time, she gasped with their loveliness.


"Wh, wha, what is it ma'am?" the girl asked self conciously as she attempted to cover her exposure with her hands.


"Oh my dear, you have such beautiful breasts," she praised as she gently lowered her hands.


She took them in her hands and squeezed, tweaking each nipple as the girl shivered with pleasure. She moved from the driver's seat to the passenger cabin as she laid against the girl and took her breasts into her mouth. She watched as she arched her back and moaned with pleasure as she sucked and nibbled each lovely, round breast.


She slowly began to lick and kiss her way down the girl's body until her face was inches from the burning heat between the girl's legs. She could smell her arousal through her visibly wet panties. She moved the panties to the side and flicked her tongue over the girl's swollen lips at which her whole body bucked off gthe seat as she let out a loud groan.


"Shall we move forward with the meeting dear?" she probed.


"Yes ma'am, please," she moaned.


With that acquiescence, she buried her face in the girl's sloppy wet cunt. She drank in her heat and scent and taste as she delicately flicked her tongue over one side of her pebble hard little clit as she slid a finger inside her wet little hole.


Her head moved ever so slightly back and forth as she drug her tongue over the girl's clit. The girl's naked body writhed and gyrated above her as she reached up to pinch her pink little nipples. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she came nearer and nearer to release...

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Her New Employee, Pt. 1

There is a girl at my office, much younger than I, mid 20's, who Jay and I find mutually attractive. We joke about it from time to time. We were having such a conversation once in which Jay suggested I should ask B if I could wear her panties. We both laughed, then both stopped cold at the same time, and gasped, "That's hot!" From that exchange grew the following smutty story in my head...


She had been keeping an eye on her new employee for several weeks now. She observed her round little ass as it left her office, gazed discretely at her breasts as she bent over her desk, watched her full, pink lips move as she spoke.


One afternoon when she decided she had seen enough, she asked her new employee to accompany her to lunch. The girl was positively giddy as she accepted her offer. She saw her slip into the restroom 15 minutes before their agreed upon lunchtime, and emerge with fresly applied lipstick, and a well powered nose. She smiled to herself at how eager her new little employee was to impress. She looked forward to discovering just how far she could push her enthusiasm.


When lunchtime arrived, she packed the girl into her car and chauffered her to a mutually pleasing restaurant. They made chit chat on the way, discussing the weather, pets, weekend plans. Once they were seated, she made a few menu recommendations to her guest as they settled comfortably into further "girl talk."


At one point in the midst of this conversation she complimented her new employee on her beautiful green eyes to which she offered a self-concious "thank you." Another point in the conversation found her gazingly openly at the girl's ample breasts until she giggled and blushed. As they wound up their meal, she announced she did have an important reason for inviting her out to lunch today, and suggested they discuss it further in the car.


She paid the bill while the girl again retreated to the restroom to freshen up. She returned seeming anxious and apprehensive about the discussion looming in the car.


When they were seated in the car, the girl immediately blurted out,


"Ma'am I hope you are pleased with my work. I trust it is up to your standard."


To which she offered a soothing, "Oh yes, dear. Everything is fine in that department," as she patted her bare knee.


She then turned to her, her own cleavage spilling out the top of her blouse and said,


"I had simply hoped we might get better acquainted. You would like that, wouldn't you?"


"Ummm hmmm," came the girl's murmered reply.


"I've taken a special interest in you dear. You're a very pleasant addition to our team," she cooed as she leaned closer to the girl.


"I'm so glad you are pleased, ma'am," came the girl's response.


"I am, dear, very please," she agreed, her face inches away from the girl's, her hand resting lightly on her thigh.


She inhaled her cinnamon scented breath just before their lips met. The girl gave a surprised little "oh" as their tongues found each other. The kiss seemed to last an eternity, growing more and more hungry as she ran her hand up the girl's smooth thigh.


She pulled back, stroking the girl's hair and asked, "Shall I continue, dear?"


"Y, ye, ye, yesss ma'am," came her breathy reply.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Mental Images

This morning found me pressed against Jay with his very hard, very well lubed cock in my hand stroking slowly, firmly as these particular images played in my head...

A nameless stranger is pressed up behind me in a hotel room bed, he wraps a hand around my forehead, violently jerking my head back as he thrusts his hard cock inside me.

"This is what you've wanted all day, isn't it slut?" he whispers in my ear.

I nod my head as his hand holds my head firmly pressed back against his shoulder.

"Yes, I know it is. Do you know how I know?" I shake my head slightly. "Because your pussy is so goddamn wet," he grunts as he fucks me harder and harder.

He guides my hand down to my cunt. I rub my own swollen clit as he whispers, "Feel how wet you are. Only a whore gets that wet for her man. Are you a whore?"

"Yes," I whisper hoarsely.

"That's right, you are," he agrees as he thrusts my fingers slick with my own desire into my mouth.

"Taste what a greedy little whore you are."

He pumps harder and harder inside me, his hand goes around my throat, squeezing harder and harder. My pussy begins to pulse around him as I lose all ability to breathe.

"That's it, cum you little cunt," he snarls as I begin to claw at his hand around my throst, my lungs desperate for air even as my body writhes in orgasm.

He flips me over on my stomach as I cough and gasp for air.

I am pulled onto my knees as he presses my face into the mattress, enters me again, and violently fucks my throbbing cunt.

"You're not good enough to look at me while I fuck you. A little whore like you needs her face shoved into the mattress while I fuck her," he spits at me.

"You're not even good enough to cum inside," he berates as he pounds his body against mine.

When his orgasm approaches, he pulls out, straddles my back, holds my head down against the mattress and unloads all over the side of my face.

As this all plays out in my head, my pussy grows more and more aroused until it is literally throbbing painfully as I stroke Jay's extremly firm erection. Finally, when I can stand it no longer, I moan that I need him to fuck me. Honestly, we are both so worked up, that it only takes a minute or two of me rubbing my clit as he fucks me until I cum. He follows seconds after, cumming like a freight train inside me.

I'm feeling so turned on as I type this, I think I may need to excuse myself upstairs for my third orgasm of the day!

Thursday, November 5, 2009

The Halloween Frolic

I have been remiss in relating the details of our Halloween fun last weekend. It has been a very busy week compounded by caring for our sick son who somehow developed an ear infection at the age of 15!

I am finally here now with the details. It was, in short, a fun and sexy time! This is a very important point, as the last time we went out for Halloween two years ago, we had an awful time. Jay and I had gotten into an argument earlier in the day regarding, of all things, bumper stickers on our cars...LOL!! He had seen fit to purchase a bumper sticker endorsing Fred Thompson for President and place it on my car since mine is the family vehicle without even consulting me. I took this as free license to place bumper stickers of my own choosing on the vehicle as well. So, I purchased a Barack Obama for President bumper sticker and placed it on our vehicle. Well, a rather large battle of wills ensued which ended with me storming out of the house and ripping both bumper stickers from the car while yelling at him from the driveway!! It's a very funny story now, but at the time I was PISSED!!

So we started the evening off angry,and it just got worse from there. We were staying at a hotel downtown for the night, and I realized once we got there that I had forgotten my overnight bag which held all my make up and toiletries. We eventually made it to the party and it just wasn't our scene. It was, for lack of a better description, far too "vanilla." The music was lame Top 40's, the guests were all younger than us, and I wanted to leave almost as soon as we got there.

We were determined this year would be different,and I am pleased to say we succeeded! The party was held in a large warehouse that had been turned into a sort of a nightclub. There was a large fire breathing dragon erected outside. Inside, the music was loudly pumping with an Industrial/Goth sort of vibe. There were little snippets of a mishmash of scary movies being projected on one wall. The costumes adorning the bodies of the other guests were delightfully skimpy, erotic and/or exotic...Cleopatra with her ass all but hanging out, naughty witches, sexy kitty cats in latex, etc. Jay and I soon scouted out the area we were most interested in which was set up with a whipping cross, bench, and restraint chair as there was to be a demonstration later in the evening.

We sat and drank for a while, casually observing those around us. As the party began to liven up we began to move about until we found ourselves once again drawn to the demonstration area. We watched while a tiny little girl strapped a shirtless man to the whipping cross and began to expertly whip his back with both sensual and cruel strokes. Jay lifted my dress a bit and began to spank my bottom as we watched. I grew terribly turned on by it all. Eventually, I just bent over and told him to give me a good whack! One of the roving photgraphers for the event saw us and asked if he could photgraph us. We eventally wound up with me bent over the whipping bench, Jay behind me with the paddle he had brought in the hopes just such a spanking opportunity would arise, my skirt raised just enough to expose my bare ass sans panties as usual. I have posted one of these pics for your viewing pleasure below.

After our little spanking session, I was drawn to the dance floor by the pounding beat of the music. Somewhere in the midst of our dancing, Jay took my leash from his pocket and attached it to my collar. He used it to lead me about the dance floor as his whims saw fit. We had a great time letting loose and feeling sexy on the dance floor.

Eventually, my body began to remind me that it was late and it needed to be put to bed. We took our leave about 2 am, pleased to have had such a great time.

These folks put on events at different locations reguarly throughout the city. Jay and I used to enjoy a club here in Atlanta called The Chamber which closed about 6 years ago or so. We have been unable to find anywhere to go for a fun time ever since. I am pleased to announce this party had the same sort of feel as The Chamber, and Jay and I are so excited to have found a place to have fun again for those extremly rare evenings when we are free to go out together.


Saturday, October 31, 2009

All Hallow's Eve...

Jay and I are looking forward to a spooktacular evening! I couldn't resist sharing this extremely spooky looking picture he took last night in our bathroom with our daughter's Halloween glow stick..LOL. Happy Halloween!



Thursday, October 29, 2009

HNT: French Maid

So Jay and I are excited about Halloween night. After taking our daughter trick or treating, she is going to her grandparents, her brother is going to a friend's house and Jay and I are heading off to a Halloween "event." This is not just any event. It is billed as "Erotic Evil," with the overriding theme being BDSM oriented.

Below is the costume I have purchased for the evening's debauchery. Jay will be a "refined gentleman" attired in suit, bow tie and monocle. He plans to affix my collar around my neck and lead his little french maid around by a leash. He also tells me he will be carrying his paddle with him so that he may swat my wayward little ass periodically throughout the evening.

Oohh, I'm so excited just thinking about it. I can't wait!!


Tuesday, October 27, 2009

The Present

Daddy presented me with the most wonderful present Saturday night. As you can see in the picture below, it is a tack bra made just for me. For those of you who may not be able to decipher the picture very well, it is a bra with many tacks distributed evenly throughout the cups. I had actually read about such a thing recently and was very turned on by the idea, but didn't have the nerve to actually ask him for such a bizarre thing. He had apparently also had the same idea planted in his head by another source and had been kicking around the idea of making one for me for some time. He admitted that he didn't actually think I would be willing to wear it. He was most decidely mistaken!

He made a trip out Saturday afternoon indicating he needed to procure something for this evening, then spent an inordinate amount of time in his office "preparing" the items he had purchased. I assumed it was something for me and something sexual in nature as our son had plans to spend the night at a friend's which generally means we are free to engage in all manner of spanking and debauchery once our daughter is asleep.

Once I had the little one down, I went to our bedroom where he had an outfit laid out for me...bra, panties and silk robe. For some strange reason, I had a sense/hope that he was making just such an item for me even though we had never had any discussions about our mutual desire for me to wear a tack bra for him. When I saw a brand new bra laid out on the bed, my hopes grew. I literally squealed with delight when I picked it up and confirmed my suspicions.

I carefully strapped it on, and well, it was uncomfortable, but in a very erotic sort of way. The tacks pricked my breasts deliciously. I felt them bite into me as I gingerly moved about.

"You know I'm going to make you wear that all day one of these days." Daddy announced with an evil little smirk on his face.

"Ok," I agreed hesitantly.




The evening continued in a most erotic fashion. Jay was free to spank me as he saw fit... he chose his hand and a paddle this particular evening. He pressed me down into the bed with one hand as he paddled me with the other. I moaned in sheer ectasy as the tacks bit into the delicate flesh of my breasts as he set my ass on fire.

Somewhere in the midst of the session, Daddy paused to snap the picture of my red ass that you see below. The bruise is actually left over from our play session in the closet earlier in the week.

I was such a happy little girl afterwards!






Saturday, October 24, 2009

In the Closet

Last Tuesday Jay messaged me saying simply that I ws to pick out some panties to wear under my PJ's after my shower that evening. I replied back in agreement, and did just as I had been instructed.

After getting the 6 year old in bed, and observing that our son was engaged in video games in his room after completing his homework, I returned to our bedroom and locked the door as I had been directed to do. I found Jay busily arranging rope on the closet door, and knew I was in for a deviant evening.

When his preparations were complete in the closet, he came to me in the bedroom waiting for him in nothing but my black panties. He carefully fastened my ankle and wrist cuffs before leading me into the closet. There, he buckled my collar tightly around my neck before lashing me face first to the door by both collar and wrist cuffs, suspending my arms overhead.

He began with a few slaps to my ass with his bare hand. He soon moved to a more effective tool...the crop. He began with short, soft little slaps giving me time to sink down into that "place." The blows built in intensity, the sharp "crack" of the crop meeting the flesh of my ass growing louder and louder in the tiny closet. I felt myself sinking down into my "happy place" where I would gladly do anything for him if only he would continue to beat me black and blue.

He lowered his pants behind me and began to rub his hard cock against my panties. I pushed back into him with my growing need to be filled.

"You like that? You want that inside you?"

"Yes, Sir," I mewed.

He slapped my ass a few more times before slipping my panties off as he bent down to attach a spreader bar to my ankle cuffs. as he did this he spoke to me,

"Do you know what stuffing is, little girl?"

"No, Sir," I answered apprehensively.

"Well you are going to learn. Daddy's going to teach you," he replied.

I began to grow a bit nervous. I knew he must mean to stuff my pussy with something; it was the not knowing with what that had me worried.

When he had my legs properly restrained and parted, he took my panties in his hand and proceeded to stuff them inside my cunt until they hung there between my spread legs. He then went back to his work on my ass...spanking ever louder and harder.

When the panties eventually fell out of me, he took them and stuffed them into my mouth. The crop continued it's assault on my ass. I moaned with each delicious, stinging blow. My arms grew more and more uncomfortable suspended over my head. I began to squirm about, seeking relief. I complained around the gag of panties in my mouth, hoping he would release me.

"Did you just ask me to let you go?" he bellowed.

I nodded my head silently and mumbled, "Yes, Sir," around the gag.

"I can't fucking believe you just did that," he hissed.

He reached into his bad and I heard a distinctive "click" behind me that I knew almost immediately was a knife being opened. I had expressed my desire for knife play to him several times long ago, but had accepted that it was something he was just too uncomfortable with. I shivered with a mixture of genuine fear and arousal at the thought of a knife in his hands behind me.

He drug the edge of the knife across my burning ass, tracing it over my vulnerable skin. I believed he might have cut me, but was uncertain if it was simply the stinging of my welts I felt.

My breathing grew more labored as my arousal increased. I felt my pussy going slippery with my excitement. He lifted my breast and began to run the blade underneath it. I tried to remain very still to avoid being cut, yet my whole body shook as I snorted air in and out of my nostrils like a spooked horse.

The knife moved to my upper back as he tapped the point of the blade against me. When he had had enough, he jerked my head back by my hair, laid the smooth, cold side of the knifeblade against my throat and whispered against my ear,

"Are you ever going to ask me to let you go again?"

"No, Sir," came my obedient reply.

With that he took mercy on me, removing all my restraints. He had me step back into my panties, wet in places from my mouth.

"I'm going to fuck you in these panties and you're going to eat my cum from them," he asserted.

"Get on your knees," he ordered.

When I had complied, he told me,

"When I open this door, you are to crawl on your hands and knees to the bed. Do you understand?"

I nodded that I did.

He opened the door and I crawled as instructed with him behind me swatting my bottom with the crop as if urging a stupid animal in the right direction.

He directed me up onto the bed (he had been thoughtful enough to light a scented candle giving the bedroom a sexy aura) where he immediately pulled me to him, shoved my panties to the side and began to fuck me.

We fucked furiously, both of us sexually charged with the scene that had just played out in the closet. When he came, it was hot and sticky and messy.

We lay next to each other only for moments before he instructed me to take off the panties. I hesitantly removed my underwear knowing what was coming.

He propped himself up on an elbow and said with an evil gleam in his eye,

"Do it, baby. Eat my cum."

Now I have no problem swallowing cum as it explodes into my mouth. I have no problem holding it in my mouth for a few moments before swallowing, but somehow once it has left the body and landed on another suface to grow cold with dying sperm, it becomes less than desirable to me. Jay knows this since we've had conversations about it in the past. Which is exactly why he asked me to the lick his cum from my panties.

Ever longing to play the game with him, I did as I was told. I brought my underwear to my mouth, stuck out my tongue as he watched and slurped his cum into my mouth. I quickly swallowed lest I gag on the already cooling fluid as my pussy stirred again with the humiliation of the act.

"Good girl," he cooed as he kissed my cheek.

And that's the story of what happened in our closet on Tuesday night!

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

HNT:Daddy's Treat

I've been looking at this pumpkin on my kitchen table all week, and it struck me this evening that I had to make use of it for a Halloween HNT, and voila...the image before you is what sprang into my smutty, submissive little mind.

Happy HNT trick or treating ...

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Daddy's Pet

Because I strive to be a good girl, I took the following pictures for Daddy while I was home last Wednesday.


Because I often don't succeed in my quest to be a good girl, I needed to be reminded of my place...leashed to the closet door, naked, on all fours in the bathroom, lapping milk from a bowl like the helpless little pet that I am.



My heart's desire is to have pleased you, Daddy. My secret places grew ever so wet at the reminder of what it means to be your pet.



Love, Your Girl...
Mimi

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Fuck My Mouth

I took a much needed mental health day last Wedneday, and it was everything I thought it could be!! I slept in, I drank coffee and read blogs in a leisurely manner, I watched a movie*, I took a nap, oh and I took some photos for Jay that I am excited to share with you soon.

Let's just say I was good and warmed up for Jay by the time the evening rolled around. After proudly presenting my pictures and video to him, I locked the bedroom door. We began to kiss, our tongues delicately dancing in each other's mouth's. His hand went under my shirt to twist my nipples. The shirt and pants soon came off. My nipple went into his mouth, between his teeth.

"Pull it out," he murmured.

I did as I was told and audibly gasped with the sharp sensation of his teeth releasing my nipple.

I laid on my back, suggesting that he might want to fuck my mouth. I was hungry for it. I squirmed around as he mounted me;opened my mouth wide as his cock slid down my throat. He pushed all the way to the back of my throat as my tongue circled the base of his shaft, his pubic hairs tickling my face, his wonderful scent filling my nostrils. He pulled out, and shoved his balls in my face. I licked and sucked them, as he guided my hand down to my ass, shoving my finger in my asshole as he wanted.

And then that wonderful man gripped my hair in his hands, raised my head up by the handful of hair and began to fuck my mouth as I shoved my finger deep into my ass. I sucked and licked trying very hard to please. He rubbed his cock all over my mouth and face as I kissed his inner thighs.

He then lubed his cock up, moved down between my legs, spread them wide with one leg thrown over his shoulder, and stroked himself as he watched me finger my ass while rubbing my clit.

I began to fear I was not going to get a faceful of cum which was my heart's desire this particular evening. So I squirmed down until my face was beneath his cock again, my finger still buried in my ass, my clit growing harder and coated in my own juices. I rubbed it faster and faster, the sound of his cock slipping in and out of his hand right next to my ear sending me into a frenzy of ectasy.

"You're gonna make me cum," I grunted out between clenched teeth just before I began to pulse in orgasm.

He responded by shooting all over my face and hair, hot, sticky and wet. I stuck out my tongue to lick up what I could reach, before turning my head to gently lick his still throbbing cock.

He collapsed beside me on the bed. I reached out to gently take his softening cock in my hand, just holding it, my face still dripping with his cum as we came back down from the high.

Somehow or other cum managed to drip into my eye before I went to clean myself up. Are you aware that cum in the eye stings? Are you further aware that cum in the eye makes one's eye bloodshot for hours? I would recommend avoiding cum in the eye if at all possible...hehehe!


* For anyone who may be interested, the movie I watched was Seven Pounds with Will Smith. I had never heard of this movie until I came across it surfing channels. It is one of those rare gems I always feel so pleased with myself for finding. If you are looking for funny Will Smith or action hero Will Smith, this is not your movie. He gave however, one of the most authentic, moving performances I have ever witnessed. I dont want to reveal too much of the plot as the movie unfolds piece by piece, never revealing the full story until the last 15 minutes or so of the film. I will say it tells the story of a man in despair searching for redemption. I marveled at how he managed to carry such a genuine look of despair on his face for the entire film. It reminded me that acting truely can be an art evoking the full range of human emotions. For anyone who has seen the film, I would love to know what you thought of it.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

HNT: Wearing Panties

So a few weeks ago Jay ordered me to wear panties to work. I don't normally wear panties at all so this was quite a change for me. As I leaned over the bed to kiss him good bye that morning, I whispered that I had done as he asked, and was wearing panties.

Later that morning I was given my instructions. I was to touch myself through my panties each time I was on the phone. I am on the phone a lot during the day..at least 50% of the time. I spent much of the morning looking furtively around before sliding my hand under my dress and finger my clit through the fabric of my panties. After nearly an entire morning of this, I eventually had to excuse myself to the restroom to satisfy my burning need to cum.

While there I was also instructed to take some photos for Jay. I ended up with this one which I found to be exceptionally hot.

Happy HNT to all!



Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Lurkers Unite!

Today is a very special day I am told. Today is the day all those who have been silent so long finally get a voice. I know you're there. You are the one who pops by every few days to scan the latest smut I have offered up, or perhaps you are the one who eagerly awaits each new posting, greedily gulping down every last filthy drop, or maybe, just maybe, you are the one who sits in judgement of the experiences and desires I relate, secretly wishing you had the nerve to be so deviant in your own life. Sadly, very few of you ever tell me what you are thinking and feeling about the words I put on paper, or in this case, computer screen.

Whoever you are, I'd like to hear from you today on this very special, "Love Our Lurkers Day 2009." Tell me why you continue to read, tell me why you choose not to comment, tell me which postings have been your favorites, give me suggestions and ideas for new stories or new real life sexual adventures, say what you've always wanted to say but never took the time to write.

Come on, make a girl feel good, post a comment today

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Animals

This week has been a pretty bad one. It was the week before my period was due to arrive. As I have described in previous posts, since going off the pill in the spring, I seem to have some sort of turbo PMS each month, sinking down into some pretty intense depression and anxiety that subsides as soon as my menses arrives each month. This month was no exception. I was pleased with myself that I even managed to drag myself out of bed each day and go to work when my only desire in life was to pull the covers over my head and not see another living soul.

Poor Jay wants to help, wants to solve the problem for me and feels helpless that he cannot. He also feels deeply frustrated that he gets even less sex during this time than normal. We had a pretty intense conversation about it this weekend in which we each tried to express our perceptions, feelings and frustrations. I intend to take some steps to help myself, and help our marriage in the process.

This morning I woke up feeling much different (a trip to the bathroom would later reveal that my friend, Aunt Flo, had officially arrived). I no longer felt the overwhelming urge to bury my head under the covers and cry. I felt much more clear headed, much less burdened, much more human, and deeply aroused by the scent of my husband still sleeping next to me.

I quietly read my book (The Other Boleyn Girl by Phillipa Gregory which is a delicious read so far, if anyone is interested) and let him continue to snooze for a while. When I could stand it no longer, I snuggled up against his back, spooning him, our legs entwined, my fingers interlaced with his. The feeling was pure bliss. I could have stayed in that position all day if not for my burning need for more.

I began to slowly caress his chest, kissing the back of his neck, breathing in his unique scent that has always both comforted and aroused me. He rolled over and I reached down between his legs and began to stroke his hard cock, pressing it against my thigh as I rubbed. His hand found it's way to my erect nipple and began to pinch as I moaned my pleasure.

I rolled over on my side, my cunt engorged with blood, whispering that I wanted him to rub his cock against my ass. We have not engaged in this particular position in quite some time, but it is a huge turn on for me. To spread my ass cheeks for him, feel him stroking his cock behind me, hear his breath in my ear, anxiously awaiting his hot release all over my ass. God, it gets me hot just to think about it.

We did this for some time, his cock and my ass slathered in lube. I fully expected him to stroke himself until he came all over me. I was a bit confused when he got onto is knees, me still on my side, ass cheeks still spread. In an instant I realized what he meant to do. His swollen cock found its way to the entrance of my asshole and slowly pushed in.

I groaned as my asshole stretched to accomodate him. He began to slowly push in and out as I began to sink into subspace like only a good ass fucking can do for me. Not even the most vicious of beatings can take me to the same place as his cock in my ass.

I was soon panting, writhing beneath him in a mixture of pleasure and pain as he pushed in harder and harder.

"Fuck my ass, Daddy," I moaned.

"Oh I have to do as you say. I have to let you fuck me in the ass," I whispered getting myself more and more worked up.

I pulled the pillows over my head and felt my world shrink around me as I became aware of nothing but the sensations coursing through my body, and my complete submission to the man above me.

"Rub your clit," Daddy ordered as he continued thrusting into my ass.

I placed my hand obediently between my legs and gasped, "Oh, I'm so wet Daddy."

And I was. My clit was slick with my juices. My finger circled my hard clit as Daddy fucked me on and on. He bucked against me as we both emitted gutteral sounds into the room. I couldn't help but observe how animalistic it all was...his scent turning me on, his cock thrusting violently into me, taking what it wanted/needed, the non-verbal sounds spilling from each of us.

"Yes Daddy, fill me up. Cum in my ass Daddy," I begged.

His thrusts impossibly increased in violence. He gripped my hips and plunged violently into my ass, eventually spilling his release inside me, pulling out to finish cuming all over my ass.

Need I say, the rest of our day together has been most wonderfully pleasant?!

Friday, October 2, 2009

Unexpected

I got up at my usual 5 am this morning, went for a run, came home, made sure our son was up and getting ready for school, laid him some breakfast out on the table, gave him a hug and told him to have a good day, took my coffee to the bathroom, took a shower, got dressed and was ready to leave for work as is my normal morning routine.

I made my way in the darkness of the bedroom to the side of the bed as usual to kiss Jay good bye. As I kissed him, he guided my hand down to his crotch where I discovered that he was hard as a rock!! I whispered to him that I really wished I could crawl back into bed with him to which he replied, "Kiss it."

God help me, I just couldn't resist a cock that hard!! I pushed the covers back, leaned down and kissed his cock. It was so amazingly hard that I soon had my lips wrapped around the head. My mouth sucked him in, traveling the length of his shaft until I had swallowed him completely. My head was soon bobbing up and down as he moved his hips to meet me, fucking my mouth. In no more than 3 or 4 minutes he was flooding my mouth with his delicious cum.

There was no time for any more than this if I wanted any hope of making it to work on time this morning. So I headed off to work with a very wet, achingly swollen pussy, and one very happy husband. What a way to start a Friday!!

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Fun in the Porn Store Viewing Booth

Jay and I had a decidedly unboring evening last night!! It rained again yesterday and we were cooped up in the house with a stir crazy 6 year old for the majority of the day. Jay and I were positively giddy when we finally got her to sleep at day's end. We decided to leave our 15 year old home with her for a couple of hours while we embarked on a little "adventure" Jay has been wanting for some time now.

He read online of an adult store downtown that offers "viewing booths" allowing their customers to "preview" the movies they have for sale. Jay had planned for us to embark on this adventure Friday evening while our daughter was at a sleep over, however I was so exhausted after a day of work and getting the little one where she needed to be, that I just couldn't do it. To which he replied that we could simply have her brother watch her on Saturday night and embark on our little adventure then.

I made mention in my last post that I doubt sometimes that Jay is entirely into dominating me. That is not an entirely accurate statement. Where we run into problems are those instances when he wants to dominate me in a way with which I am not entirely comfortable. When he is spanking me or choking me or tieing me up, I am his perfect little submissive, however when he wants me to step outside of my comfort zone and do something that might involve some sort of exposure or potential humiliation in public, I balk. I've been working very hard to bend my will completely to his. It's hard... very hard. However, I feel the rewards could be great.

So I spent most of Saturday going back in forth in my head on whether or not I could take the leap of faith and accompany him to the porn store Saturday evening. I came up with every excuse in the book not to go...it was raining, it was too late, the place might be closed, etc, etc. In the end, I am happy to report that I chose to submit to Jay's desire.

We found the place quite easily. It was a little hole in the wall place, and I had my doubts as we went in. We browsed about for a moment or two before am employee approached to ask if he could help us. I couldn't help but notice that I found him mildly attractive. He was a bit too skinny for my taste, but dark haired and altogether appealing to me. Jay proceeds to explain to him that we understand they have viewing booths where we can preview their movies, to which the employee inquires what our tastes are. Jay proceeds to tell this guy that I am into BDSM at which I blush and lower my eyes ( I could barely meet his eyes at all anyway, so overwhelming was my embarrasment at being there). "It's ok if you are. I see the sign." he replies as he points to my choker bearing the BDSM enblem which only served to deepen my embarrasment.

We chose a movie to our liking, paid $10 to "preview" it, and were directed to our booth. The booth was about 3x3 feet, contained a stool, a monitor in the wall for viewing with fastforward and volume control, and a trash can containing all manner of tissues (Ewww!) I sat on the stool trying not to think of who had been there before me, and what they had been doing.

I began to loosen up a bit once the movie got going depicting a slave girl being disciplined by two dominatrixes. One domina rubbed the girl's naked little pussy as she kneeled while the other pulled her head back by the hair and spanked her quivering little breasts. I found myself spreading my legs, bracing my feet against the wall and rubbing my clit as I watched. Jay unhooked my bra and pulled my shirt up to pinch my nipples as I rubbed myself. He urged me to take my bra off which I resisted for several minutes before finally giving in. As my excitement mounted I removed my bra and shirt for him.

The movie progressed to the slave girl being shackled at ankles and wrists as her two dominatrixes circled her with whips while she writhed in ectasy. My pussy grew wet and swollen as I rubbed my hard clit faster and faster. My breath began to come in gasps. Jay encouraged me to "let it out" as I came, but I simply could not. I clamped my lips shut tightly together as I came on my hand.

I quickly kneeled in front of him and took his hard cock in my mouth. I took him all the way to the back of my throat as my pussy continued to pulse. My head bobbed up and down as I stroked his balls and sucked his rock hard cock. He moaned above me as I snuck glances at the movie.

He removed his shorts as I stood back up. We jostled about in the little booth trying to find a position that would allow us to fuck. I finally settled back on the stool, my legs thrown over his shoulders as he entered me. I moaned softly as he began to thrust inside me. My hand found it's way down to my clit again which was slippery with my arousal. Jay again urged me to vocalize, which I still could not do. He slapped my thigh loudly a couple of times at which I began to giggle. His thrusts came harder and faster. My head was thrown back against the wall, the stool squeaked against the floor as I thrust my hips out to meet him. Soon Jay was emptying himself inside me as we both gasped and moaned inside the little booth behind the porn store.

Jay, ever the deviant shutterbug, actually manged to snap a few pictures with his cell phone during our little interlude. I have posted the picure below for your enjoyment depicting my leg bracing against the wall as I fingered myself to orgasm.




Wednesday, September 23, 2009

I've Got a Rocket in My Pants

Well, we are finally starting to dry out our soggy mess here in Atlanta. It has been raining here for over a week straight! I was starting to consider the need to construct a family ark...lord knows we have enough creatures in this house to fill it 2 by 2...dogs, birds, butterflies,triops, ants, but that's an entirely different subject! The sun finally re-emerged yesterday which was a welcome sight for all! Our particular county was one of the harder hit areas, however Jay and I sustained no damage to our home or cars nor do we know anyone who sustained damage which we are thankful for. Traffic was a nightmare Monday and Tuesday with all the road closures due to flooding. Many roads are still closed indefinately. The kids were out of school Monday and Tuesday as well which was a real headache for us. I actually drove my son in to school in the downpours on Monday after his bus was over 20 minutes late, never dreaming school would be cancelled because of rain!! Well, it actually was not cancelled until 8 am so at 6:45 am when I was trying to drop him off, things were total chaos. So anyhow, Jay has worked from home the past two days to be with our 6 year old so that I could go into work. Needless to say we are both pleased to be back to our normal school/work routines today. The kids are not so happy about it, but we are thrilled.

I digress, for that was not the story I wanted to relate for you today. I wanted to tell you the tale of the fun Jay and I had on Friday. He messaged me at work to ask what I was wearing which he often does. Since it was Friday, I was wearing jeans and a top. He told me he wanted me to remove this handy, dandy little toy from my purse, go to the restroom, turn it on it's lowest setting, insert it into my pants and come back to my desk. I simply pondered his request for a while, and the more I thought about it, the more it turned me on until I found myself moving towards the restroom to carry out his suggestion. I quickly scurried back to my desk when the deed was done to report back to him. I sat there at my desk, pretending to be a busy worker bee as my clit was gently vibrated. I absolutely could not sit still in my chair. I discretely (at least I hope it was discretely) ground my hips against the toy. After 5 minutes or so of relating what I was doing and feeling to Jay, and describing how wet I had become, I asked for permission to excuse myself to the restroom. Jay granted permission, but he wanted to hear.

I bolted back to the restroom with my cell phone hidden in my pocket. When safely locked in the restroom, I pulled my pants down, began to masturbate myself with the toy, pulled out my cell phone and called Jay. I whispered to him that I had done as he asked, I was currently in the restroom with my pants down around my ankles and my toy buzzing against my clit. To which he replied that he was hard and stroking his cock as he listened to me. I continued to moan softly into the phone as I circled closer and closer to an orgasm. I could hear Jay's heavy breathing as he stroked himself which added fuel to the fire for me. I was soon at the point of no return. I clamped my lips tightly shut to prevent the escape of any noise as I came against my vibrating toy. I heard Jay cum soon after which made the release that much sweeter.

We whispered how much fun that had been before I hung up the phone, washed up and snuck back to my desk with a cheshire cat grin on my face.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

BORED

I'm bored...with EVERYTHING. I'm bored with my job, I'm bored with my daily routine, I'm bored with the food I eat, I'm bored with the clothes I wear, I'm bored with my sex life. I'm so bored, I'm in such a rut that I feel trapped in inertia. I can't even figure out what I might want to try to create excitement and less boredom in my life. So I continue to sit here at my job bored, go home to the same routine of kids, dinner, bath, TV, collapse into bed day after day, week after week and get up to do it all again the next day with the same refrain playing in my head...I'M BORED!!

It seems to be a combination of two things. One, the sex drive still hasn't improved all that much. If you recall, Jay underwent a vasectomy in March so that I could go off birth control pills in the hopes of boosting my sex drive again. Thus far, I don' feel there has been as much improvement in that area as we had hoped. I feel incredibly guilty that he underwent this unpleasant procedure seemingly for nothing. If anything, I've had negative effects from going off the pill. I've been extremely anxious and depressed nearly every month the week immediately preceding my period. It takes every ounce of strenth I can muster to get out of bed each morning and go to work instead of curling up in my bed in a scared little ball. As soon as Aunt Flo shows up, all is well again. It really sucks. What's worse is that if I speak to my OB/Gyn about it, the treatment will probably be going back on the pill and/or antidepressants, neither of which I really want.

I miss my old sex drive, miss having sex on the brain 24/7, miss feeling sexy and powerful. Instead I feel overwhelmed with responsibilities at home and work, I feel too tired and too busy to be interested in sex. I feel as if my life no longer belongs to me. I am someone's wife, someone's mother, someone's employee, someone's boss, but not just me. I read other blogs and find that while I intellectually recognize that the stories they relate are hot, I am not aroused. Jay tries to get me to watch porn either of myself or DVD's we have bought and I just have no interest. I have grown so weary of trying to force myself to be interested in sex, of trying to find that one elusive formula that is going to bring it all back to me.

I find myself longing for the life I had 6 or 7 years ago. I was a stay at home mom (I'd give my right arm to give up work again. I know I am supposed to be all liberated and enjoy helping to support my family by working, but thats a bunch of BS in my book. I despise work. I suppose mostly because I feel it is something I MUST do to keep our finances solvent rather than something I WANT to do), I was a new mom having just given birth to our daughter, I had lots of time to myself while our son was at school, I thought about sex constantly, and I was happy. I wish sometimes that I could magically transport myself back to that period of my life.

The other contributor to my ennui and ensuing discontent is this feeling that the best years of my life are behind me. I will be 40 next year, and I feel like all of my major life events... graduating from college, falling in love, getting married, having a child...are done. All that's left for me now is to live vicariously through my children as they go through these same life events someday. I feel as if I have nothing to look forward to.

So I keep pondering what it is that will make my life, in particular, my sex life, feel exciting again. Jay and I have been so adventurous in that department that I sometimes feel there is not much left to try. We've taken hundreds of pictures and more than a few videos, we have several drawers full of toys, we've played with various folks on line, we've had sex in a variety of places, this very blog was begun in the hopes of jump starting my sex drive. Our whole group sex experiment of last year was a total disaster. So much so, that I just try to blot it from my memory. It is extremly difficult, due to our lack of privacy, for Jay and I to engage in what really turns me on...being spanked, being tied up, being his "little girl." I also wonder sometimes if Jay truely is a natural dominant. I feel sometimes as if he is just playing a role to please me rather than truely wanting it for himself. I am decidely uncomfortable and often annoyed by his particular kink. He enjoys sex outdoors or in semi public places. While I've indulged him in it in the past, I don't enjoy it at all. I wonder sometimes if my BDSM kink feels the same as his exhibitionist kink does to me.

We met a potential playmate late last year who is seemingly everything I am looking for in a play partner. I find him extremely attractive, he is English and we all know how I love an English accent, he's totally into spanking me, forcing me, having me serve him. Furthermore, he's able to carry on an intelligent conversation, his occupation requires him to wear what I find to be a sexy uniform which he obligingly sends me photos of, he's in town fairly reguarly due to his occupation, and he's married, so not likely to want any more of me than Jay and I are willing to give. We talked about meeting twice now and I chickened out both times. I kept hearing this voice in my head telling me it was weird, wrong, immoral, dirty, shameful to let my husband share me with another man. But the truth is if I could just shut those voices up, I think I just might find it very hot. I so love the idea of being forced by Jay to service this man. I imagine Jay ordering me on my knees in front of him to suck his cock, I imagine being laid over his lap while Jay spanks me, I imagine one of them in my pussy while the other fucks my mouth, and it turns me on. I have not spoken with this friend for several months now. While he has been quite patient with my inability to decide what I want, I wonder if he has finally just given up.

The other idea we have been tossing around that I have also been too afraid to try is visiting one of the local swingers clubs that also has a nice little dungeon area we are told. Part of me is aching to try it while the other part is absolutely terrified of the unknown. I'm afraid I will feel out of place, I'm afraid of being on display, I'm afraid of being so publicly disciplined, I'm afraid I'll be accosted all night by strange men, I'm afraid I'll regret it as deeply as I regret the group sex of last year.

I'm really not sure what the point of this post is other than to vent what I have been feeling for quite some time, perhaps start a dialogue with Jay, and perhaps get some input or at the very least find a sympathetic ear out there in cyberspace.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

The Secretary's Mistake,Pt. 2

She did as she was told. Bent over his desk as she was directed, and laid there, head down, awaiting her next instructions as he opened his desk drawer, searching for something.

She soon felt him him bent down at her feet, the warmth of his lips on her leg kissing her ankle, before driving her legs apart. She felt her heart skip a beat as he quickly wrapped restraints around each ankle and secured her spread legs to the desk.

He walked around to the front of the desk, handcuffs dangling in his hands.

She lifted her head now, "Sir, please, no. I'll work late all next week, I'll work late for the next month. Please, Sir, dont do this."

"You made your choice earlier, Mrs. Sparks. There is no going back now. We must finish your instruction. It really is for the best, you'll see."

With a sigh, and deep resignation, she offered her wrists to him, which he cuffed in front of her.

He walked back to his chair and sat down. From this vantage point he could best observe her helpless form.....legs spread and secured to each desk leg, hands manacled in front of her, satiny white ass staring at him.

" What is this, Mrs. Sparks. Are your panties wet?" he asked as he observed the wet stain between her legs, spreading down to each thigh.

"Yes, Sir," she whispered, ashamed of her excitement.

She heard him fumbling around in his pen caddy again, then felt a cold, steel object lightly being run over her panties. When her mind registered that this object was also sharp as he applied pressure to it, she realized with a start what it was....scissors.She felt the scissors run down the inside of her thigh, ever so lightly brushing along her pussy lips.

"Sir, please, please, put those away. I'm frightened, Sir. Please put them away," she begged, tears beginnig to form in the corner of her eyes.

"Dont worry, my angel. I wont hurt you...much," he whispered, as he ran the scissors down the outside of her thigh leaving the tiniest trail of blood. With that, he swiftly cut her panties from her body, as she lay panting on the desk.

She felt him walk around to stand in front of her. He grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled her head up to look at them. The panties were rubbed against her face.

"Smell that. What do you smell, Mrs Sparks?"

"Me," she answered softly.

"Yes, you. Aroused, wet, aching for a good fuck, isnt that right, Mrs. Sparks?"

She nodded her head.

His grip tightend on her hair.

"What's that? I cant hear you," he barked.

"Yes, sir. My panties smell wet."

"Why are you wet, Mrs. Sparks?"

"Because I want you, Sir. I want you to take me, I want you to teach me to be a good girl."

With that, he stuffed her soaked panties into her mouth, and let her head fall heavily back to the desk.

She lay there trembling and anxious. Her head started up when she heard a knock on the outside door.

He leaned over, pressed the weight of his body against hers and hissed,

"Not a sound or I'll let whoever that is come in here and fuck you senseless."

He zipped himself up, and left the room, leaving her alone and vulnerable to whatever he might wish to happen next. She felt cold, she felt ashamed, but her pussy betrayed her as it throbbed and twitched in anticipation of his next move.

She heard conversation at the front door, and after some time, he returned...alone.

"I offered him a taste of you," he whispered as he bent down in front of her, "but he said he doesnt fuck whores."

"Now lets see, where were we," he mused as he returned behind her.

"Ah yes, I was about to fuck your pretty pussy," he growled as he gripped her hips and plunged inside her without warning.

"Teach....you....a....lesson," he grunted as he pounded her with all his might. Her body bounced up and down on the desk as he worked her over, her cries muffled by the sex soaked panties still stuffed in her mouth.

He reached around to rub her aching clit.

"Damn, you are such a wet little slut" he declared as he stroked her needy clit.

She felt her body giving way, giving in to the pleasure. Her hands clawed at the desk, she moaned deeply into her wet panties, her pussy gushed as she clamped down around him, pulsing, pulsing, pulsing......

His hands were in her hair again, jerking her head off the desk.

"Did you come, slut? Did I just feel you come on my cock?"

She nodded her head, her eyes wide with fear.

"I didnt tell you to cum. What the hell were you thinking? Such an undisciplined little whore you are."

She felt his cock slide wetly out of her. Heard him fumbling around in the pen caddy again. This time he showed her the object he had removed before he ever touched her with it...a long, silver, letter opener.

"What am I going to do with you, Mrs. Sparks. How will you ever learn to please me?" he questioned as he lightly traced the object along her bare ass.

When she felt it slide between her pussy lips, she began to struggle.He removed it, placed a kiss on her wet pussy and whispered,

"Relax. If you struggle, it will only make it worse."

He traced the object again between her lips as she held perfectly still. She felt it pressing into her clit, wanted to grind her hips against it,but didnt dare. She felt the object slide wetly back between her lips, slip just inside her wet hole. She moaned with pleasure now, the cold steel warmed by her own heat, slick with her own desire. He moved the object in and out of her, twisting it delicately inside her until she felt her legs begin to buckle with desire. She mewed as he removed it from her, leaned into her ear and whispered,

"Next time I'll shove it in deeper, my angel. Count on it."

With that, he plunged his cock back into her. Fucking her fast and hard, for his own pleasure, making a mess of her pretty little ass as he came all over it.

When he had finished, he mercifully undid her restraints and ordered her to go to the bathroom to clean herself up. When she reached for her clothes he chided,

"Uh, uh, uh, those stay here, dear"

She padded self conciously through the office hallway to the restroom. Cleaned herself up as best she could and returned to him.

He was now fully clothed. He threw her clothes at her, barking at her to put her clothes on, he was tired of her being naked in his office.

He watched with lust still smoldering in his eyes as she akwardly dressed in front of him.When she was done, he came over to her.

"Now Mrs. Sparks, I hope you have learned your lesson. Go on home and let's pretend this never happened."

"Yes, Sir," she agreed as she scurried out of his office, guiltly wondering what sort of punishment her next mistake would bring.

Friday, September 11, 2009

The Secretary's Mistake, Pt. 1

It had been a long busy day. The secretary had worked diligently to complete an important document for her boss by the close of business. She was wearily gathering her things, and preparing to leave when her boss asked her to step into his office for a moment.

She had always found him attractive which made her slightly nervous in his presence. Today was even worse as he was dressed for his business engagement later that evening...starched white shirt, blue tie, black suspenders, dress pants. She nearly swooned each time she went into his office today.

As soon as she stepped over the threshhold to his office, he slapped her completed report down on his desk and asked,

"Do you know what this is, Mrs. Sparks?"

"Yes, sir. It is your report I just finished for you this afternoon," she replied, nervously shifting from one foot to the other.

"This, Mrs. Sparks, is a piece of crap! This is the worst excuse for accuracy I have ever seen," he bellowed.

"I, I'm s-s-sorry, Sir", she stammered, on the verge of tears.

She reached for the report, promising, "I'll take it to my desk and correct it right now."

" Mrs. Sparks, this report is so full of errors and mistakes, you cant possibly correct it by the time I am to present it to the investors at 8 o'clock tonight. The way I see it, you have two options....."

She waited expectantly for her two choices.

" You may either stay late every night for the next week correcting the report for the meeting I will now have to reschedule. I doubt your husband will like that very much, now will he, Mrs. Sparks?"

She slowly shook her head no, feeling a bit apprehensive.

"Or.....you can stay late tonight and take your punishment like the good little girl I know you are."

She stood staring at him, his meaning slowly dawning on her.

"Well, Mrs. Sparks, which is it going to be?"

She paused a moment before slowly turning to close and lock his door.

"That's a good girl. I knew you would make the right choice for yourself."

"Come here and stand in front of me," he directed.

She complied obediently.He ran his hands up the sides of her thighs, underneath her skirt as she stood there. She could see a bulge forming in his pants. She tried not to notice. She tried not to think about anything right at this moment.

He took her hand and gently tugged at her while patting his lap.

"Go on, Mrs. Sparks, you know what you need to do."

She meekly laid herself across his lap. Let out a small gasp, when he lifted her skirt and pulled her white, satin panties down around her knees.

"Such a sweet little ass," he murmered as he rubbed.

She heard him fumbling around in his pen caddy on his desk. Then felt the sharp sting of the ruler he had removed from it.

" Such a shame you require such discipline, Mrs. Sparks."

"Yes, Mr. Johnson, yes," she replied softly.

Alarmed that she felt herself growing a little wet with each sting of the ruler.

Without warning, his hand slapped down on her. She jumped and cried out.He continued to slap, over and over, harder and harder until she was squirming around on his lap, his erection poking into her middle.

"Please, Mr. Johnson, I'll work harder. I'll do better, I promise, Sir."

"I know you will, dear. I'm going to see to that." he cooed as he gently rubbed her bright red ass before pulling her panties back up.

"Why dont you start by getting under my desk, and showing me what a good worker you are, sweetheart."

She crawled under his desk, and waited for her instructions.

"Take your blouse off for me, dear," he whispered softly.

She slowly undid the buttons of her blouse, her hands shaking a little, her pussy disturbingly wet.When she had removed the blouse, she looked up at him expectantly.

"Come here," he beckoned as he pulled her up to her knees in front of him.He kissed her softly as he reached around her, unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor.

He took her pink, hard nipples between his fingers and twisted viciously. She gasped, arched her back, and felt a gush of wetness between her legs even as he hissed,

"That's just a reminder of why you're here, dear. You are here because you are such an incompetant slut."

With that, he stood up and shoved her back under the desk, her head banging painfully against it.She watched as he pulled down his black suspenders, unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, pulled them down to his ankles, and sat back down in the chair.His cock stood large and throbbing, as he beckoned her,

"Come here and show me what good work you do, angel"

She cautiously crept from under the desk, to take him in her mouth.He groaned as her lips wrapped around him. She slowly worked his full length to the back of her throat, relaxing her throat as she had taught herself to do to accomodate his large cock. Her head began to bob up and down as her tongue circled his shaft. She could taste his excitement as it oozed from the tip of his cock which caused a throbbing pleasure to build between her legs. She looked up at him, wanting to enjoy the expression of pleasure her work must surely be causing on his face, only to have him roughly slap her face, barking,

"Keep your eyes down, whore. Focus on your work."

She sucked faster and harder, her hands twisting up and down his wet member. He thrust his hips at her, her hand banging against the desktop as he did so, urging his cock deeper and deeper into her throat until he released with a loud groan, his hot load spilling down the back of her throat. She swallowed greedily, silently noting the wetness that was now drenching her panties and seeping down the insides of her thighs.

"Stand up, dear. I'm not quite through with your lesson today."

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Slipping and Sliding

Jay and I have recently been rediscovering the joys of massage oil. The last two nights I have lit the "slut scented" candle in our room (Black Amethyst from Bath and Body Works, if anyone is interested), we've both stripped naked, Jay has laid face down on the bed, and I have climbed atop him, my pussy rubbing against the small of his back as I rub warm massage oil into his back.

My pussy slowly begins to pulse as my hands work out the tension in his neck and back. He moans softly as my fingers slide up the middle of his spine coming to rest in his hair as I knead his scalp. When my arousal has climbed sky high, I lie against him rubbing my breasts up and down his slippery back, my slick cunt rubbing deliciously against his tailbone.

He turns his head and we kiss feverishly until he flips me over on my side, arms and legs entangled, mouths hungrily seeking. He flips open the bottle of massage oil and drizzles it all over my breasts and belly, his hands gliding up and down my oily skin. He pinches my nipples as I gasp, reaching for his hard cock with my slippery hands. I lay his cock against my thigh, rubbing it up and down with the palm of my hand. My arousal climbs even higher as his cock grows rock hard in my hand.

When we have both reached our limit, he pushes me onto my back, legs spread in the air, pussy begging for him. I moan and squirm as I await his entry. He pushes all the way in with one swift thrust. I moan loudly as his cock hits my cervix. We begin to rock together as I rub my clit until I gasp that I want him to take me from behind. He pushes me onto all fours, and wastes no time entering me again. His finger finds its way into my ass as he fucks me, and I moan again with the pleasure. "Yeah, baby, fuck my ass," I moan. He obliges by violently thrusting what feels like two fingers in and out of my asshole as he fucks my pussy with his cock.

It takes only a few more minutes of this before I am screaming into my pillow as I cum. Jay is right behind me losing his hot, creamy load into my pussy.

Damn, but I love massage oil!!

Saturday, August 29, 2009

His Submissive Slut

Here she was again in the cramped, dingy little bathroom at the back of the local mall simply because he had desired her to be. This time her humiliation was compounded by his instruction to wear her formal collar, the one with the large O-ring attached. She walked briskly through the mall, her eyes cast down to avoid witnessing the inevitable pointing and staring as she encountered mall patrons with her braless breasts swaying heavily under her tight, white T shirt, short pleated skirt barely covering her ass, pigtails bobbing on either side of her head, 4 inch black patent leather Mary Janes, and formal collar marking her as someone’s toy.

She let herself into the designated meeting place with a sigh of relief as she sequestered herself from the brutal public scrutiny. She waited only seconds before he locked the door behind him as he joined her.

“That’s Daddy’s good girl,” he crooned as he patted her head.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, fighting back the scalding hot tears of humiliation.

“What’s this? Is Daddy’s little girl crying?” he asked with concern.

“No, nnno Sir,” she stammered.

“Don’t lie to me. I can clearly see that you are you snot nosed little brat,” he spat at her.

“Why don’t I just give you something to cry about slut,” he threatened as he shoved her roughly around to face the sink, her head slamming into the mirror on the wall.

She heard his belt being removed from his pants seconds before he ripped her skirt from her waist and dealt the first blow to her naked, vulnerable ass.

A small cry escaped her lips before he jerked her head back by her pigtails, wrapped his hands around her throat and snarled,

“Scream again slut, I dare you.”

He went back to work on her ass with small, sharp blows of the belt designed to cause the most pain with the least amount of sound.

The tears rolled silently down her face as her ass began to burn and swell with his attentions.

When she began to sweat and trembled in agony, he relented. His hands caressed her abused buttocks lovingly as she moaned softly under his touch.

He pressed his body against hers, his hardened cock poking against the fly of his pants as he whispered into her ear,

“Daddy’s baby makes him so hot. Can you feel how much you turn Daddy on sweetheart?”

“Yes Sir,” she breathed.

“Do what you do best, baby. Help Daddy cum,” he directed.

She immediately kneeled in front of him, legs spread wide to reveal her glistening pussy as she unzipped his fly and took his throbbing cock in her wet little mouth.

She ran her tongue down the underside of his shaft, and circled the thick head with her tongue before plunging him to the back of her throat.

“Mmm, fuck, I love that nasty little mouth of yours,” he moaned.

She sucked and gulped, her nipples erect and bouncing up and down underneath her white T shirt, her hand twisting up and down his shaft, her pussy juices flowing freely now down the insides of her thighs.

As his cock pulsed even bigger and harder in her mouth, she shoved a finger in his ass as her head bobbed faster and harder up and down his shaft. He thrust his hips violently at her as he approached orgasm, his cock popping free of her mouth as he began to spurt all over her chest.

“FUCKING BITCH,” he screamed as he desperately sought entry into her mouth again.

She quickly slurped him back in as he emptied himself into her mouth, his asshole pulsing around her finger, cum dribbling down her chin, her body trembling in anticipation of what consequence she faced for the transgression of letting him slip from her mouth.

When his release was complete, he grabbed her by the hair, shoved her onto all fours, removed her leash from his pocket and attached it to her collar.

“What a careless little cunt you are,” he admonished as he led her across the filthy floor on all fours to the toilet.

“Get in there,” he grunted as he shoved her in the ass with the toe of his boot.

He lifted the toilet seat that loomed in front of her face, and ordered,

“Put your tongue on that rim like the dirty little cocksucker you are.”

Her mind reeled as she silently screamed “NO!” How could he ask this of her? How could she possibly comply with this order? How could she not? She belonged to him. Pleasing him was her only purpose.

She closed her eyes, and obeyed his order as her tongue touched the rim of the public toilet.

“That’s right, slut. Now lick it clean,” he directed.

She began to lick the shining, white rim and felt something within her psyche bend and give. She was awash in utter joy as she surrendered her will to this man. Her pussy began to pulse and drip with arousal as she demonstrated her devotion to him by running her tongue around the toilet rim.

"Yes, that’s a good girl,” he encouraged as he began to stroke his cock behind her.

He lowered himself to his knees behind her and buried his cock balls deep inside her drenched cunt in one swift thrust as she continued to lick the toilet.

His fingers mercifully found her hardened clit and began to circle it as his cock slipped easily in and out of her slippery cunt.

She braced herself against the toilet now, staring down into the watery bowl as her body bounced and jerked with his fucking.

She felt the warmth building between her legs as her own orgasm approached.

“Daddy, I’m going to cum” she warned between gritted teeth, desperately seeking his permission to let go.

“Yes, yes, cum for me, baby girl,” he moaned.

She moaned loudly, her face nearly inside the toilet bowl now as her pussy clamped down on his cock with the first spasms of orgasm.

He groaned fiercely behind her as she milked pleasure from his cock, his cum spurting into her hot and sticky.

When they were both spent, he gently lifted her from the floor, raised her downcast eyes to his with a hand on each side of her face, caressed her brow with his thumb, and kissed her long, slow and deep.

She was complete as his lover, his pet, his submissive.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Suckling Him

His mouth is on my breast, warm and wet and wanting. I close my eyes and swoon as he sucks forcefully on my nipple, moaning around the mouthful of pliable flesh. A rush of pleasure washes through my body as his seeking continues. My pussy begins to throb with his attentions. I caress his face, fingers seeking his mouth as it pulls at my hardened nipple, watching as he sucks. My pussy has become painfully swollen and aroused. I want only for it to go on and on and on this suckling of my husband, my lover, my life.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

I Touch Myself

Yesterday afternoon, I came home from work feeling particuarly hungry for an orgasm. I had the house to myself for just a bit, and decided to put that to good use before getting on with the evening's chores.

I carefully closed and locked the bedroom door both to protect myself from prying dog eyes (somehow I just cant manage to cum with a dog standing on the pillows by my head attempting to lick me or staring me down from the bottom of the bed like a criminal), and anyone arriving home unexpectedly. I stripped naked and flopped down on the bed with my capable dual vibrating bullets (2 bullets attached to one toy so when one bullet is worn out with overuse, you simply switch to the other, nifty, huh?!), and my trusty rabbit vibrator.

The rabbit was thrust inside my vagina first, rotating away as I touched the bullet to my clit. The pleasure was instantaneous. My mind took me to a posh hotel room where he was lying beside me, a hand wrapped around my throat, whispering to me that he wanted to watch me cum.

I swiftly felt the orgasm building inside my stuffed pussy. I seemed to hover there partially orgasming for what seemed like a minute or more which had never happened before until falling over the abyss into a full on orgasm. It was stronger than I have experienced in a very long time, so strong that I cried out loud and long as my cunt clentched and released it's pleasure over and over again. When it was done, I lay there for several moments dazed and spent. When I finally roused myself from the bed, I found that I had cum so long and hard that my vaginal muscles were actually sore.

I managed to go on with the rest of the evening...making dinner, bathing the little one and putting her to bed. I found myself unexpectedly alone again with the little one in bed as Jay and our son went out to run an errand. I realized that I wanted to cum again.

I again shut and locked the bedroom door. This time my craving was to have both my holes filled when I came. I knew this orgasm was not likely to be as intense as the first, but I didn't care. Boy was I mistaken!

I took out the trusty double bullet, rabbit, and this time also a glass dildo with a nice little butt plug on the opposite end. I lubed up my asshole and pussy. I slid the smooth glass of the anal plug inside my ass, followed by the rabbit in my pussy. Next came the buzz of the bullet to my clit. Pleasure again washed over me immediately.

I went back to the same hotel room. This time he was standing over me on the bed as I masturbated for him. He was rubbing his cock as he watched me, telling me he wanted to cum all over me. His hot cum shot out onto my tits, my face, my hair, and I was gone.

Orgasm gripped my cunt again. This time the walls of my pussy pulsed so hard they literally pushed the toys from both vagina and ass as I cried out uncontrollably again. Again I was left lying on the bed dazed and spent.

Still, not more than an hour later, I wanted more. This time I spent my sexual need on Jay. My still swollen clit rubbed deliciously against his pubic bone as he thrust in and out of my voracious hole. I felt my breasts gently swaying with his thrusts as I panted my pleasure. When he came inside me, it was hot and sticky and good, and I was finally satisfied.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

The Poolboy's Education, Conclusion

He fixed his gaze on her shiny, wet cunt unsure if he could really be this fortunate. Fearful of making a wrong move as his cock swelled and pulsed against his belly.

"Well, what are you waiting for, you silly boy? I need to be fucked, NOW!," she commanded.

He grasped her hips and thrust himself balls deep inside her.

"Oooh, such a big fucking cock, dear. Mmmmm, such a good, good boy," she moaned as they rocked together.

"Ma'am, oh ma'am I'm sorry," he gasped as he came inside her.

She wheeled around, "You stupid, fucking little boy! What did you just do? Did you just cum in me?"

"Yes, ma'am," he replied shamefully, eyes cast down.

"What a worthless piece of shit you are," she spat at him as she removed her soiled bikini bottoms.

She approached him, pulled his chin down to open his mouth, stuffed the cum stained bottoms into his mouth, and bent him over the chaise lounge.

"You stupid little cunt. You WILL learn to control yourself," she shouted as she smacked his ass with the paddle over and over again.

"That's right, suck on your own filth, you little cunt," as she put all her strength into smacking his ass.

His red ass began to squirm away from her blows, as she watched his hands grip the chair in agony.

"Don't you squirm away from me, brat," she commanded as she abandoned the paddle in favor of her hand again for the intimate contact it afforded.

"If you would just learn to be a good boy, and do as you're told all this could be avoided," she soothed as her blows grew softer and slower.

She caressed his abused ass, it's heat seeping into the palm of her hand before flipping him onto his back.

She straddled his face there on the chaise lounge and lowered her cum filled pussy to his lips.

She ran her fingers through his hair and gently whispered, "Lick it, baby," as he eagerly sought her wet cunt.

He sucked her throbbing clit into his mouth as she arched her back and moaned her pleasure.

She ground her hips against his face, their combined juices coating his face.

"That's right, slut. Clean up your own mess," she spat at him as he eagerly licked at her open slit.

She pinched her erect nipples as he sucked hard at her pulsing clit, his own cock growing aroused once again.

"Fuck, boy. Fuck, that's it, make me cum," she screamed as she came all over his eager little face.

When it was done, she quickly dismounted him, and pulled him upright.

"I do hope you've learned something here today about how to treat your employer, dear," she chastised as she wrapped a robe about her.

"Now get the fuck out of my sight," she commanded as he hurried away, naked, cock still painfully hard, and ass marked with their encounter.

Friday, July 10, 2009

The Poolboy's Education, Pt. 2

She emerged from the pool, water running off her body as she retreated into the poolhouse with a backward glance indicating he was to follow her.

When he entered the poolhouse, she was waiting for him, leaning against one wall, an object mysteriouly hidden behind her back.

"What a miserable, disrespectful little brat you are," she spat at him.

"Ma'am?" he quiered, clearly bewildered as to how he had offended.

"You are well paid to come to my home to clean my pool, and you think that gives you permission to use me for your own sick gratification?" she accused.

He simply stared at her, dumbfounded.

"WELL, WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF?" she screamed at him, the high notes of her voice echoing off the walls of the small shelter.

"Ma'am, I thought, but you..." he stammered.

"Shut up, I've heard enough. Get over here and face the wall, brat," she demanded.

He approached her haltingly until he stood in front of her, searching her face for clues as to what he was to do next.

"Are you DEAF, boy? I said face the wall," she shouted as she shoved him into the wall behind her.

"And just for the record, if you raise your eyes to me again, I'll slice your fucking balls off, dear," she hissed into his ear.

She felt his body stiffen at those words as she took each white buttock in her hands and squeezed, her nails digging into the soft flesh where his legs met his ass.

SMACK, came her first blow to his ass as he jumped with surprise.

SMACK, SLAP, SMACK as she continued her discipline, and his sweet, round ass began to grow pink.

"A boy like you needs to learn his place in my house," she instructed as she rubbed the cool, smoothness of her leather paddle against his ass.

He snapped his head around in pursuit of a fearful glance at what she held in her hand.

She slammed his head against the wall, his cheek pressed painfully against the rough concrete, as she hissed, "Do that again, and I promise, you'll wish you hadn't, dear."

THWACK went the first strike of the paddle against his pliable flesh. She heard him exhale with the pain, but his stance remained frozen in place.

THWACK, BLAM, SLAP as the poolhouse was filled with the sounds of the poolboy's discipline. His breath was coming in labored gasps, a sheen of sweat covered his body, but still he remained obediently in place before her.

"That's a good boy," she cooed as she gently rubbed his burning ass. She got down on her knees behind him to apply her tongue to his welts. He moaned with relief as her tongue roamed freely over his ass, soothing in it's soft wetness.

She stood behind him again, took his cock in her hand and began to stroke.

"Mmmmm, do you like this, dear?" she whispered.

"Yes, ma'am," he moaned.

"How about this?" she queried as she brought the paddle down on his ass again.

"Yes, ma'am," he grunted.

She stroked his cock and paddled his ass until he was throbbing in her hand, clearly close to another orgasm.

"Would you like to fuck my pussy, brat?"

"Yes, ma'am. I very much would," he replied.

She bent over a chaise lounge on her hands and knees, pulled her bikini to the side and waved her wet pussy invitingly at him...

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

The English Neighbor

A most peculiar, yet hot thing occured in our bedroom last night which I have been eager to relate for you all day.

Last night as Jay and I retired to bed, he reached over and began to tweak my nipples which almost always gets me going. This time was no exception. Soon I was begging for my vibrating bullet and greedily applying it to my wet clit as he sucked my tits, and wrapped his hand around my throat.

Let me back this up a bit, and tell you that we have neighbors two doors down from us that we see fairly often as their 3 girls play with our daughter. I have commented in passing to Jay before that I found the husband rather attractive. The icing on the cake is the fact that he is English. The accent dissolves me into a pool of jelly. They were at our house several days ago to retrieve their girls, came in to chat for a moment, and I became even more keenly aware of how attractive I found our English neighbor.

Fast forward to last night...my bullet is buzzing away on my clit, Jay's hand is wrapped tightly around my neck, and I begin to fantasize about my English neighbor.

I am on my knees in front of him, his cock is in my mouth, his hands are tangled in my hair and he is forcing his cock violently in and out of my mouth. Then he is suddenly behind me, fucking me doggie style, slapping my ass and telling me in a menacing way, "Your Daddy sent you to me. He said I could do anything I want with you. I'm going to use you all night, slut."

My eyes were soon rolling back in my head as I came harder than I have in quite some time. So hard that I was on the verge of those tears I discussed earlier.

I wasn't sure whether I should tell Jay of this little fantasy or not. But of course, I couldn't resist telling him this morning,and was pleased to find that he was highly aroused by the idea. We bantered back and forth about it via AIM all day long.

This evening as I was out on my run, the aforementioned neighbor was pulling in to his driveway as I ran by, and threw up his hand in greeting. I couldn't help developing a little grin on my face. By the time I had circled around for a 2nd pass on my run, he had changed clothes and come out to play with his girls in the front yard. I imagined him watching me as I passed by, my skin slick with sweat, my legs nicely tanned from the beach trip and the pool, my breathing heavy with exertion, and another grin spread across my face.

God help me the next time I actually have to speak with him. I can see Jay and I now standing there like 2 teenagers trying not to snicker in front of him!!

Monday, July 6, 2009

The Poolboy's Education, Pt. 1

This story is a sharp departure from anything I have ever written before. It is a complete role reversal for me, and has opened my eyes to what it means to be a "switch." It came to me one Sunday morning as I lie in that state of drowsy wakefulness only a lazy Sunday morning can afford. My pussy grew dripping wet as the wheels of my mind raced, until I attacked Jay with an aching need to be fucked.


She lie there sunning on the chaise lounge, naked save her bikini bottom, sweat beginning to pool underneath her breasts, as the pool boy arrived for his daily duties. She scrutinized him behind the shade of her sunglasses, and found him more than acceptable. He was tall, perhaps 6'3" she judged, dark haired, broad shouldered, firmly muscled, well tanned, and not possibly a day over 21.

She noticed him sneaking furtive glances her way across the glimering blue of the water as he went about the business of tending to her pool. She slowly rubbed more oil onto her breasts and belly, allowing her hand to disappear for a whisper of a moment into her bikini bottoms for the sheer pleasure of seeing him drop all pretense of working simply to watch her.

She pointedly removed her sunglasses, looked him brazenly in the eye, and beckoned him to her with a wiggling index finger. He swiftly obeyed, as she had known he would.

She stretched herself back onto the chaise lounge, and looked up at him as he stood beside her.

"Were you watching me just now, boy?" she asked.

"No, ma'am, Uh, I mean yes, I mean no, not really," he stammered.

"It's ok dear. I don't mind," she soothed.

"Really?" he blurted out, astonished at his good fortune.

"That's right. Not at all," she encouraged as she rubbed her breasts, slick and shiny with suntan oil.

He licked his lips as he watched her.

"Oh dear, I see I've caused you some trouble," she cooed as she gestured towards the growing bulge in his pants.

He stood frozen, at a loss for what to do.

"Take them off, dear," she stated quietly.

"Ma'am?"

"You heard me. Take off your shorts, and show me your cock," she ordered.

He hesitantly did as he was told, and stood before her; his cock hard and resting against his taut belly, unsure what he was to do next.

"Turn around, dear," she guided.

Again he did just as he was told, and she gazed at his tight ass, it's whiteness a stark contrast to the bronze tan which covered the rest of his body.

"Oh," she murmured as she reached out to stroke one smooth buttock, before giving it a good, hard slap.

"Turn around again, and take it in your hand for me," she directed

"Yes, ma'am," came his breathless reply.

He gripped his cock in his hand, his thumb resting lightly against the oozing head, and began to stroke.

She reached out and slapped both cock and hand.

"Did I tell you to do that, boy?" she hissed.

"No, ma'am," he winced.

"You will do as you are told, or you will leave right now. Am I understood?"

"Yes, ma'am" the boy agreed.

"That's a good boy. Now come here and stand over me," she told him.

He straddled her chair, his cock hovering over her oiled breasts as beads of sweat ran down off his chest to land on hers.

"Now, stroke it for me, love," she breathed.

He began to stroke, his hands moving deftly up and down his shaft.

"Slowly, dear. We don't want to blow too soon now do we?" she soothed.

With obvious effort, and a quivering of his belly, he slowed his efforts. His hand aching to move more swiftly.

"Yes, that's right, baby," she whispered as she ran her hands up and down his hard thighs.

"Does baby want more? Does my poor dear want to cum?" she teased as she reached up to squeeze his tight balls.

"Yes ma'am," he gritted out between clenched teeth.

She coated her middle finger in suntan oil and thrust it into his asshole as he gasped with shock while his cock began to freezly ooze excitement all over his hand.

"Does that feel good, boy?" she cooed as she thrust her finger higher into his ass, and watched him shiver with delight.

"Mmmmm, Ma'am, yes ma'am," he moaned.

"Makes you want to cum, doesn't it slut?" she spat as her middle finger twisted inside his asshole.

"Go ahead," she assented releasing him from his prison of need.

His strokes instantly grew swifter and stronger. His head tilted back, his shoulders slackened as he worked his rigid cock for her.

"I'm right here. I'm waiting for it, baby," she moaned as she writhed beneath him, awaiting his precious gift, her middle finger viciously fucking his open asshole.

With a load moan, he began to unload all over her. Ropes of white hot cum shot out of him all over her tits, her belly, her face as he came and came.

"Such a good boy," she crooned as she stood up, kissed him deeply, and dove into the pool to wash him from her body.