My breast pump arrived on Saturday!!! I was giddy with anticipation until I had the opportunity to use it later that afternoon. It was quite an experience.
I pressed the cone shaped cup to my breast, turned on the pump and felt the familiar tug at my nipple that I recalled from some 9 years ago. Colostrum almost immediately began to trickle out of my nipple. I take that as a good sign that I might eventually have some success with convincing my body to lactate again. Jay also found a tea it is recommended that I drink.
I relaxed and enjoyed the sucking and tugging at my nipple by the pump as Jay lay on the bed with me and watched. After 15 minutes I switched to the other breast, my first breast leaking little droplets of colostrum from the nipple.
As the pump began its tugging at my second breast, Jay handed me my egg and suggested I pleasure myself as the pump did its work. I closed my eyes, the pump sucking at my nipple, the egg vibrating against my clit and imagined Jay and my Hot Englishman each lying alongside me, eagerly sucking milk that was flowing freely from my breasts. I imagined feeling each of their hard cocks pressed against my thighs. I imagined my breasts shooting out streams of milk as they each stroked their cocks over me until their ribbons of cum entwined with the milk pouring from my breasts. Turned on beyond restriant, I felt my cunt begin to spasm as orgasm washed over me in wave after wave. I panted and groaned as the spasms subsided and the pump continued to suck at my tit.
I had the insane idea implanted in my head the other day of experiencing an orgasm at the same time as milk letdown. It seems like more pleasure than I could endure at once, but I am more than eager to give it a try.
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Sunday, March 25, 2012
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Riding in Cars with Boys..Make that Men
“You’re late,” he observed as she hurriedly hopped into his car.
“I’m sorry,” she answered breathlessly. “I got stuck at work.”
“Hmmm,” was his only response.
Their meetings were often hurried and clandestine as they each had busy lives full of other responsibilities.
He looked at her pointedly, his green eyed gaze seeming to pierce her very soul, as his hand went to the bulge that was already forming at his crotch.
“I’ve been sitting here waiting for you for 30 minutes with THIS growing between my legs and causing me considerable discomfort,” he coldly informed her.
“I’m sorry, I really…” her voice trailed off as he put his finger to her lips.
“Take your clothes off,” he ordered.
She obediently unbuttoned her blouse, removed her bra, and unzipped her skirt until
they were all in a heap at her feet.
“Now recline your seat back”
As she did so, he reached over to pinch and tweak her nipples as she arched her back and moaned with the pleasure. He knew her inside and out. He knew this aroused her at times to the point of orgasm. She mewed in protest when he stopped.
She watched as he unzipped is pants and freed his blood swollen aching cock. He began to stroke himself slowly, precum oozing along his thumb and forefinger.
“You want this, don’t you?” he teased
“Oh yes, yes I do,” she moaned as she felt her wetness seeping onto his leather seats.
He continued to stroke, his head thrown back, his breath coming harder and faster as his eyes traveled over her body laid out before him.
When she could no longer contain her desire, she leaned over to take him in her mouth only to have him slap her face away.
“You were late. You don’t get to suck me. You get to watch.”
She leaned back to her side of the car and watched fervently as he stroked his cock, sweat breaking out on his forehead which she longed to lick if only to have some part of his saltiness in her mouth.
“Fuck, you look so hot. I want to empty this load right inside you.”
“But I can’t can I? You didn’t follow my directions, did you?”
She shook her head no as her eyes remained locked on his pumping hand.
His hips began to pump up into his hand, he got the far away look in his eye and his breath came out in a wrenching groan which she knew from countless other hours spent with him meant he was about to cum.
He reached out and gripped her left breast in his hand so hard she let out a small cry and knew she would have a memento of this time with him the next day when his fingerprints appeared on the tender flesh of her breast. With a groan that filled the cabin of the car, he looked into her eyes as he exploded into his hand.
She licked her lips, aching to taste him, to feel his cock growing soft in her mouth as his orgasm subsided.
“Clean up this mess you’ve made,” he directed.
She eagerly leaned over and began to lick his penis clean of his sweet salty cum making certain to suck each ball into her mouth swirling them clean with her tongue as he sighed and whispered what a good girl she was and what a hot little mouth she had.
“Get out of the car,” he ordered in a frighteningly serious tone.
“Baby, please, I’m naked,” she whimpered.
He considered this for a beat and replied, “As you did such a good job cleaning up the mess you made of my cock, you may put your skirt back on.”
She quickly shimmied into her skirt and haltingly opened the door, looking back at him one last time with a plea in her eyes of “Please don’t make me do this.”
When he continued to fix his green gaze on her with no hint of reprisal, she got out of the car.
“Now go to the front of the car, and lay down across the hood,” he directed.
Minutes felt like hours as she lay there against the cold hood of the car exposed in the open parking lot.
She finally heard the click of the door as he exited the car as well.
He leaned down over her and whispered softly in her ear, “You want me inside you now, don’t you?”
God help her, she did. She wanted him with a desire that often kept her awake at night, lying there aching for him, remembering his touch, his scent, his taste.
“Yes, I want it more than anything. Please give me what I need,” she begged.
Her skin burned with his touch as he lifted her skirt and slid inside her wet, needy hole.
“AHHHHHH,” escaped her lips as he pumped his way deeper inside her.
He gripped her hips and began to pound into her with a need born of too many stolen encounters, too little time together, a longing for each other that was never fully satisfied. Her breasts bounced against the hood of the car as they fucked with abandon in the open parking lot for anyone who happened by to witness.
His cock found just the right spot inside her as it always did. She felt her legs growing weak as her orgasm began to build. It spread from the flush in her breasts, to a pulse in her belly until she finally exploded with cries of pleasure as it washed over her cunt in endless spasms.
When she had spent herself, he gripped her long, curly hair in his hands pulling her upper body roughly up off the hood of the car as he plunged into her his own orgasm furiously churning in his balls. He came softly this time, pumping a few more times before allowing himself to slip out of her. Her own juices mixed with his cum flowed freely down the insides of her thigh.
They quickly re-entered the car where they spent their remaining time, touching, caressing, kissing longing for a love that would never be theirs to hold.
“I’m sorry,” she answered breathlessly. “I got stuck at work.”
“Hmmm,” was his only response.
Their meetings were often hurried and clandestine as they each had busy lives full of other responsibilities.
He looked at her pointedly, his green eyed gaze seeming to pierce her very soul, as his hand went to the bulge that was already forming at his crotch.
“I’ve been sitting here waiting for you for 30 minutes with THIS growing between my legs and causing me considerable discomfort,” he coldly informed her.
“I’m sorry, I really…” her voice trailed off as he put his finger to her lips.
“Take your clothes off,” he ordered.
She obediently unbuttoned her blouse, removed her bra, and unzipped her skirt until
they were all in a heap at her feet.
“Now recline your seat back”
As she did so, he reached over to pinch and tweak her nipples as she arched her back and moaned with the pleasure. He knew her inside and out. He knew this aroused her at times to the point of orgasm. She mewed in protest when he stopped.
She watched as he unzipped is pants and freed his blood swollen aching cock. He began to stroke himself slowly, precum oozing along his thumb and forefinger.
“You want this, don’t you?” he teased
“Oh yes, yes I do,” she moaned as she felt her wetness seeping onto his leather seats.
He continued to stroke, his head thrown back, his breath coming harder and faster as his eyes traveled over her body laid out before him.
When she could no longer contain her desire, she leaned over to take him in her mouth only to have him slap her face away.
“You were late. You don’t get to suck me. You get to watch.”
She leaned back to her side of the car and watched fervently as he stroked his cock, sweat breaking out on his forehead which she longed to lick if only to have some part of his saltiness in her mouth.
“Fuck, you look so hot. I want to empty this load right inside you.”
“But I can’t can I? You didn’t follow my directions, did you?”
She shook her head no as her eyes remained locked on his pumping hand.
His hips began to pump up into his hand, he got the far away look in his eye and his breath came out in a wrenching groan which she knew from countless other hours spent with him meant he was about to cum.
He reached out and gripped her left breast in his hand so hard she let out a small cry and knew she would have a memento of this time with him the next day when his fingerprints appeared on the tender flesh of her breast. With a groan that filled the cabin of the car, he looked into her eyes as he exploded into his hand.
She licked her lips, aching to taste him, to feel his cock growing soft in her mouth as his orgasm subsided.
“Clean up this mess you’ve made,” he directed.
She eagerly leaned over and began to lick his penis clean of his sweet salty cum making certain to suck each ball into her mouth swirling them clean with her tongue as he sighed and whispered what a good girl she was and what a hot little mouth she had.
“Get out of the car,” he ordered in a frighteningly serious tone.
“Baby, please, I’m naked,” she whimpered.
He considered this for a beat and replied, “As you did such a good job cleaning up the mess you made of my cock, you may put your skirt back on.”
She quickly shimmied into her skirt and haltingly opened the door, looking back at him one last time with a plea in her eyes of “Please don’t make me do this.”
When he continued to fix his green gaze on her with no hint of reprisal, she got out of the car.
“Now go to the front of the car, and lay down across the hood,” he directed.
Minutes felt like hours as she lay there against the cold hood of the car exposed in the open parking lot.
She finally heard the click of the door as he exited the car as well.
He leaned down over her and whispered softly in her ear, “You want me inside you now, don’t you?”
God help her, she did. She wanted him with a desire that often kept her awake at night, lying there aching for him, remembering his touch, his scent, his taste.
“Yes, I want it more than anything. Please give me what I need,” she begged.
Her skin burned with his touch as he lifted her skirt and slid inside her wet, needy hole.
“AHHHHHH,” escaped her lips as he pumped his way deeper inside her.
He gripped her hips and began to pound into her with a need born of too many stolen encounters, too little time together, a longing for each other that was never fully satisfied. Her breasts bounced against the hood of the car as they fucked with abandon in the open parking lot for anyone who happened by to witness.
His cock found just the right spot inside her as it always did. She felt her legs growing weak as her orgasm began to build. It spread from the flush in her breasts, to a pulse in her belly until she finally exploded with cries of pleasure as it washed over her cunt in endless spasms.
When she had spent herself, he gripped her long, curly hair in his hands pulling her upper body roughly up off the hood of the car as he plunged into her his own orgasm furiously churning in his balls. He came softly this time, pumping a few more times before allowing himself to slip out of her. Her own juices mixed with his cum flowed freely down the insides of her thigh.
They quickly re-entered the car where they spent their remaining time, touching, caressing, kissing longing for a love that would never be theirs to hold.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Please
I like your pants around your feet
I like the dirt that’s on your knees
I like the way you still say please while you’re lookin’ up at me
You’re like my favorite damn disease
Lyrics from a Nickelback song I heard this morning on the way to work that never fail to turn me on. Of course we all know which line it is that just makes me a puddle of wet, writhing mush don’t we? Ding, ding, ding…you have won if you chose line #3!
Those four lines paint an entire picture for me, and it’s terribly erotic. It is a picture of myself on my knees on the floor of a dirty hotel room or public bathroom, my pants feverishly shoved into a messy, tangled heap at my feet. He towers over me (sometimes it is a specific “he” sometimes not, but always he is towering over me) his bulging cock inches from my face as I look up at him and whisper “please.” That “please” means so many things…please let me suck your cock for you, please relieve this ache between my legs, please fuck me, please tell me what to do, please use me for your pleasure, please let me belong to you.
I am wet just thinking about what the word “Please” means to me.
I like the dirt that’s on your knees
I like the way you still say please while you’re lookin’ up at me
You’re like my favorite damn disease
Lyrics from a Nickelback song I heard this morning on the way to work that never fail to turn me on. Of course we all know which line it is that just makes me a puddle of wet, writhing mush don’t we? Ding, ding, ding…you have won if you chose line #3!
Those four lines paint an entire picture for me, and it’s terribly erotic. It is a picture of myself on my knees on the floor of a dirty hotel room or public bathroom, my pants feverishly shoved into a messy, tangled heap at my feet. He towers over me (sometimes it is a specific “he” sometimes not, but always he is towering over me) his bulging cock inches from my face as I look up at him and whisper “please.” That “please” means so many things…please let me suck your cock for you, please relieve this ache between my legs, please fuck me, please tell me what to do, please use me for your pleasure, please let me belong to you.
I am wet just thinking about what the word “Please” means to me.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
A Moment in Time
His lips met hers with an urgency born of need and longing. His lips were richly full and soft as he poured his desire into her. He ran his fingers through her long, curly hair as they kissed, his body pinning hers against the hotel door as if to ward off any effort at escape. Far from running, she opened herself to him, her arms slack at her sides, her knees bent nearly to buckling as he unbuttoned her blouse and took what she ardently offered as his. This belonged to him...this moment, this time, this act. She ceaselessly offered this moment to him in her heart and mind despite distance, separation, her own confusion and his relentless fear.
As his mouth closed on her breast, her legs refused to support her any longer as she moaned her pleasure. As he wrapped his arms around her waist to support her failing legs, his eyes met hers with an intensity that took her breath away.
He breathed into her mouth, "Yes..." erasing years of longing, regret and might have beens with a single word.
She wrapped her legs around im as he carried them both to the waiting bed. They tumbled down together, his shirt chafing against her naked breasts as he lay atop her. She could feel his growing hardness against her thigh through both layers of their jeans. She heatedly tugged at his shirt, eager for the skin on skin contact.
As he knelt over her to remove the shirt, she reached out to cup the bulge at his crotch. As if they had a mind of their own, her fingers began to unzip his fly to reveal the cotton fabric of his shorts beneath. She gently cupped his balls in her hand and stroked his increasingly hard cock through the fabric until it was straining painfully at the seams of his boxers.
In one swift movement, he shucked off the jeans and shorts while tugging her jeans over her hips to join his in a discarded pile on the floor. She watched with bated breath as he loomed over her, bracing himself on either arm. She could feel her heart thudding so hard in her chest she thought surely he could hear it too as she fervently anticipated his entry into her.
Her arousal was held on a knife's edge as he joined his body with hers but delayed the entry they each craved. He gave her the full weight of his body, the skin on skin contact heightening her senses, his chest hair exquisitely glancing across her raised nipples, his cock nestled just between her legs. She could have spent hours locked in this embrace were it not for the incessant throbbing of her greedy cunt.
When she had reached her breaking point, the anguished plea on her lips, he smoothly began to work his way down her body. He knowingly paused a moment to suckle her breasts until she helplessly arched her back, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he seemed to suck the very life from her. Her cunt felt swollen to three times it's size, small rivers of arousal flowing freely down it's edges. She became dimly aware of begging him...
"Please,please, please," she chanted.
She did not know for what exactly she was begging,only that she must have it.
She felt the warmth of his face against her swollen sex seconds before his tongue met her hard little clit. She cried out as he gently inserted a finger inside her wet hole. His mouth seemed to consume her as he sucked noisly, his tongue tirelessly massaging her sensitive nub. She felt his finger slip deeper inside her, caressing her in the most intimate of ways.
She raised her head to encounter his steadfast green gaze as he playfully winked at her. She noted her own wetness smeared across his face just as she felt the steady climb into oblivion. She felt her thighs close reflexively around his head as pleasure soared through her body. When she finally floated back down to earth, she found his arms wrapped around her hips as he tenderly kissed her engorged lips.
He purposefully climbed his way back up her body until the head of his cock, slick with the juices of his arousal, lay just at the entrance to her pulsing sex. They exhaled together as he leaned forward to push his way inside her.
This simple action stirred a need within her unlike any she had ever known. She pressed her hips up to meet him, hungry to contain every inch of him. He pumped slowly, denying her the frenzied fucking she sought as he savored the sensations of entering her at a measured pace. He balanced above her as she gripped his biceps, thrilled by the hard muscle beneath her touch.
She emitted a small cry as his thrusts grew more forceful. Her breasts bounced between them as he began to pound into her. He circled his hips as he ground deeper and deeper inside her before throwing her legs over his shoulders, seeking to sink even deeper into her as her arousal dripped onto his balls.
She opened her eyes and watched him as he fucked her, his head thrown back, jaw tense with exertion, his fingers gripping her thighs with such intensity she knew she would find bruises there the next day. His thumb found it's way to her slippery clit where he rubbed in time with the rhythm of his own thrusts. She felt her body helplessly responding to him once again. She didn't want to cum just yet. She wanted to freeze this moment , wanted it to contine on and on and on without end.
As is the way of this world, nothing lasts forever, not even mind blowing sex. She listened as his moans turned to guttural groans. Her hips rotated, grinding her clit harder against his thumb despite herself. She reached underneath them to grip his tight balls just as she began to cum all over his cock.
All she could manage as she exploded with pleasure was a mindless, "Oh, oh, oooooh!"
She heard his own cries join with hers as she felt the warmth of his semen leaking onto her thighs. He collapsed on top of her, their legs a tangled heap, their breath slowing together until they were in perfect rhythm as she absently ran her fingers through his hair.
They spent the remainder of the afternoon locked in the hotel room together alternately enjoying easy conversation, laughter, and carnal delights. She avoided looking at the clock, loathe to witness the time slipping away. When she could ignore it no longer, she rose to prepare for the inevitable return to reality.
She stood naked at the bathroom counter willing herself to do what she must when he slipped in behind her. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, his warmth at once comforting and arousing, nibbling and biting at her neck until she shivered with pleasure. She felt his cock growing against her ass as she leaned into him with a sigh.
He bent her over the counter entering her from behind. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head up to watch in the mirror as he moved inside her. She enjoyed the way her heavy breasts dangled and swayed as he pumped. He slapped her ass once, twice, three times as the echo reverberated loudly in the small enclosed space. Without warning, he spun her around lifting her onto the counter before plunging inside her once again.
They fucked with an urgency fueled by desperation as the clock ticked loudly in their heads. Her body bounced violently off the mirror as he fucked her with abandon. His hand went to her throat, applying greater and greater pressure until her eyes rolled back in her head as she came all over him one last time.
She mindlessly wrapped her legs around his hips and squeezed him even deeper inside herself. He came with a churning rush of cum, collapsing against her as she drained him.
As she sat there on a hotel bathroom counter supporting his body with her own, she was strangely at peace with her fate. She would always come when he called. She would forever listen for his call even if it never came again. She was quite simply...a slave to this desire. She would from time to time pretend none of this was true until she could no longer support the ruse. She would walk through the world filling her roles properly, wearing the visage of a sane, responsible woman while her heart would continue to yearn for this perfect moment in time, unencumbered by the past or their own human frailties.
As his mouth closed on her breast, her legs refused to support her any longer as she moaned her pleasure. As he wrapped his arms around her waist to support her failing legs, his eyes met hers with an intensity that took her breath away.
He breathed into her mouth, "Yes..." erasing years of longing, regret and might have beens with a single word.
She wrapped her legs around im as he carried them both to the waiting bed. They tumbled down together, his shirt chafing against her naked breasts as he lay atop her. She could feel his growing hardness against her thigh through both layers of their jeans. She heatedly tugged at his shirt, eager for the skin on skin contact.
As he knelt over her to remove the shirt, she reached out to cup the bulge at his crotch. As if they had a mind of their own, her fingers began to unzip his fly to reveal the cotton fabric of his shorts beneath. She gently cupped his balls in her hand and stroked his increasingly hard cock through the fabric until it was straining painfully at the seams of his boxers.
In one swift movement, he shucked off the jeans and shorts while tugging her jeans over her hips to join his in a discarded pile on the floor. She watched with bated breath as he loomed over her, bracing himself on either arm. She could feel her heart thudding so hard in her chest she thought surely he could hear it too as she fervently anticipated his entry into her.
Her arousal was held on a knife's edge as he joined his body with hers but delayed the entry they each craved. He gave her the full weight of his body, the skin on skin contact heightening her senses, his chest hair exquisitely glancing across her raised nipples, his cock nestled just between her legs. She could have spent hours locked in this embrace were it not for the incessant throbbing of her greedy cunt.
When she had reached her breaking point, the anguished plea on her lips, he smoothly began to work his way down her body. He knowingly paused a moment to suckle her breasts until she helplessly arched her back, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he seemed to suck the very life from her. Her cunt felt swollen to three times it's size, small rivers of arousal flowing freely down it's edges. She became dimly aware of begging him...
"Please,please, please," she chanted.
She did not know for what exactly she was begging,only that she must have it.
She felt the warmth of his face against her swollen sex seconds before his tongue met her hard little clit. She cried out as he gently inserted a finger inside her wet hole. His mouth seemed to consume her as he sucked noisly, his tongue tirelessly massaging her sensitive nub. She felt his finger slip deeper inside her, caressing her in the most intimate of ways.
She raised her head to encounter his steadfast green gaze as he playfully winked at her. She noted her own wetness smeared across his face just as she felt the steady climb into oblivion. She felt her thighs close reflexively around his head as pleasure soared through her body. When she finally floated back down to earth, she found his arms wrapped around her hips as he tenderly kissed her engorged lips.
He purposefully climbed his way back up her body until the head of his cock, slick with the juices of his arousal, lay just at the entrance to her pulsing sex. They exhaled together as he leaned forward to push his way inside her.
This simple action stirred a need within her unlike any she had ever known. She pressed her hips up to meet him, hungry to contain every inch of him. He pumped slowly, denying her the frenzied fucking she sought as he savored the sensations of entering her at a measured pace. He balanced above her as she gripped his biceps, thrilled by the hard muscle beneath her touch.
She emitted a small cry as his thrusts grew more forceful. Her breasts bounced between them as he began to pound into her. He circled his hips as he ground deeper and deeper inside her before throwing her legs over his shoulders, seeking to sink even deeper into her as her arousal dripped onto his balls.
She opened her eyes and watched him as he fucked her, his head thrown back, jaw tense with exertion, his fingers gripping her thighs with such intensity she knew she would find bruises there the next day. His thumb found it's way to her slippery clit where he rubbed in time with the rhythm of his own thrusts. She felt her body helplessly responding to him once again. She didn't want to cum just yet. She wanted to freeze this moment , wanted it to contine on and on and on without end.
As is the way of this world, nothing lasts forever, not even mind blowing sex. She listened as his moans turned to guttural groans. Her hips rotated, grinding her clit harder against his thumb despite herself. She reached underneath them to grip his tight balls just as she began to cum all over his cock.
All she could manage as she exploded with pleasure was a mindless, "Oh, oh, oooooh!"
She heard his own cries join with hers as she felt the warmth of his semen leaking onto her thighs. He collapsed on top of her, their legs a tangled heap, their breath slowing together until they were in perfect rhythm as she absently ran her fingers through his hair.
They spent the remainder of the afternoon locked in the hotel room together alternately enjoying easy conversation, laughter, and carnal delights. She avoided looking at the clock, loathe to witness the time slipping away. When she could ignore it no longer, she rose to prepare for the inevitable return to reality.
She stood naked at the bathroom counter willing herself to do what she must when he slipped in behind her. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, his warmth at once comforting and arousing, nibbling and biting at her neck until she shivered with pleasure. She felt his cock growing against her ass as she leaned into him with a sigh.
He bent her over the counter entering her from behind. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head up to watch in the mirror as he moved inside her. She enjoyed the way her heavy breasts dangled and swayed as he pumped. He slapped her ass once, twice, three times as the echo reverberated loudly in the small enclosed space. Without warning, he spun her around lifting her onto the counter before plunging inside her once again.
They fucked with an urgency fueled by desperation as the clock ticked loudly in their heads. Her body bounced violently off the mirror as he fucked her with abandon. His hand went to her throat, applying greater and greater pressure until her eyes rolled back in her head as she came all over him one last time.
She mindlessly wrapped her legs around his hips and squeezed him even deeper inside herself. He came with a churning rush of cum, collapsing against her as she drained him.
As she sat there on a hotel bathroom counter supporting his body with her own, she was strangely at peace with her fate. She would always come when he called. She would forever listen for his call even if it never came again. She was quite simply...a slave to this desire. She would from time to time pretend none of this was true until she could no longer support the ruse. She would walk through the world filling her roles properly, wearing the visage of a sane, responsible woman while her heart would continue to yearn for this perfect moment in time, unencumbered by the past or their own human frailties.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Lust
She knelt between his legs, the carpeting rough on her knees, her dress tossed to the floor beside her where he had carelessly tossed it shortly after they entered the hotel room. His lips had hungrily sought hers as he took her breasts in each hand, drawing a small moan from her. She had greedily pulled his shirt over his head, desperate for the sensation of his skin against hers.
Theirs had been such a long, uncertain wait culminating in this angry, animal desire to devour each other. Now she knelt in front of him, feeling the taut muscles of his thighs under her hands as she gazed up at him. She kissed the bare skin of his belly, tracing circles around his navel with her tongue until he placed his hand on the top of her head and shoved her down, knocking her off balance, her head grazing the wall as she fell.
He advanced towards her as she righted herself against the wall, his green eyes shining with lust and unfulfilled desire. He slapped her in the face with his cock…once…twice…three times before he guided it into her waiting mouth.
She took him balls deep as he groaned his pleasure into the silence of the room. Her warm, tight mouth sucked up and down the length of his shaft, pausing at the head to swirl her tongue around the salty precum gathering there.
Her own sex pulsed and gushed between her legs as she pleasured him. Her need to have him inside her was strong, however her desire to please him was overwhelmingly stronger.
She cupped his tight balls as she stroked his wet rigid cock. He pumped his hips at her, tossing her back against the wall, her head bouncing off the hard surface with each thrust as she gagged on his swollen cock. She gripped his ass feeling the muscles there tighten as his hot, delicious cum began to flow into her mouth. She swallowed eagerly, loving the taste of him as he released into her mouth. When he was still, she gently cleaned him with her tongue, wanting to lap up every precious drop of fluid. She looked up at him as she did this their eyes locked with a mixture of desire and need.
He gripped her under the arms and lifted her to his waiting mouth, tongues swirling together as he led her to the empty bed. The weight of his body on hers increased her arousal to a nearly unbearable level. She wanted this so badly. She had been such a good, patient girl, and here was her just reward.
She could no longer control her own body, could no longer stem the rising tide of desire. She came almost as soon as he entered her, her cunt clamping down on him with such force it took her breath away. She writhed and cried out underneath him as her orgasm ripped through her. When it was over, she clung to him, her legs wrapped tightly around his hips, trembling as her whole body tingled and throbbed with their deed.
When she finally stilled, he rolled off of her, planted a kiss on her cheek, and chuckled, “Let’s do that all over again in about 20 minutes!”
Theirs had been such a long, uncertain wait culminating in this angry, animal desire to devour each other. Now she knelt in front of him, feeling the taut muscles of his thighs under her hands as she gazed up at him. She kissed the bare skin of his belly, tracing circles around his navel with her tongue until he placed his hand on the top of her head and shoved her down, knocking her off balance, her head grazing the wall as she fell.
He advanced towards her as she righted herself against the wall, his green eyes shining with lust and unfulfilled desire. He slapped her in the face with his cock…once…twice…three times before he guided it into her waiting mouth.
She took him balls deep as he groaned his pleasure into the silence of the room. Her warm, tight mouth sucked up and down the length of his shaft, pausing at the head to swirl her tongue around the salty precum gathering there.
Her own sex pulsed and gushed between her legs as she pleasured him. Her need to have him inside her was strong, however her desire to please him was overwhelmingly stronger.
She cupped his tight balls as she stroked his wet rigid cock. He pumped his hips at her, tossing her back against the wall, her head bouncing off the hard surface with each thrust as she gagged on his swollen cock. She gripped his ass feeling the muscles there tighten as his hot, delicious cum began to flow into her mouth. She swallowed eagerly, loving the taste of him as he released into her mouth. When he was still, she gently cleaned him with her tongue, wanting to lap up every precious drop of fluid. She looked up at him as she did this their eyes locked with a mixture of desire and need.
He gripped her under the arms and lifted her to his waiting mouth, tongues swirling together as he led her to the empty bed. The weight of his body on hers increased her arousal to a nearly unbearable level. She wanted this so badly. She had been such a good, patient girl, and here was her just reward.
She could no longer control her own body, could no longer stem the rising tide of desire. She came almost as soon as he entered her, her cunt clamping down on him with such force it took her breath away. She writhed and cried out underneath him as her orgasm ripped through her. When it was over, she clung to him, her legs wrapped tightly around his hips, trembling as her whole body tingled and throbbed with their deed.
When she finally stilled, he rolled off of her, planted a kiss on her cheek, and chuckled, “Let’s do that all over again in about 20 minutes!”
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Oh My...A New Girl Crush!!
I caught this Christina Aguilara video for the first time while we were on vacation last week.
I've always been a bit of a closet Christina Aguilara fan, but this video has me worshipping at her tiny little feet. Who knew she was interested in the same sort of deviant festishes as moi?
I am especially turned on by the jeweled ball gag! I can't get enough of the images portrayed in this video.
I stared at this video open mouthed, my pussy growing moist and tingly. Oh to have little Christina work me over. I imagine her with a strap on dildo, spanking me, declaring me her "bitch" and forcing me to suck her plastic cock, the cloying taste sticking to the roof of my mouth.
Oh the joy if she were to force me on my knees and take me from behind with her fake phallus while pulling my hair, and spanking my ass.
Oh my dear Christina, what a naughty pair we would make!
I've always been a bit of a closet Christina Aguilara fan, but this video has me worshipping at her tiny little feet. Who knew she was interested in the same sort of deviant festishes as moi?
I am especially turned on by the jeweled ball gag! I can't get enough of the images portrayed in this video.
I stared at this video open mouthed, my pussy growing moist and tingly. Oh to have little Christina work me over. I imagine her with a strap on dildo, spanking me, declaring me her "bitch" and forcing me to suck her plastic cock, the cloying taste sticking to the roof of my mouth.
Oh the joy if she were to force me on my knees and take me from behind with her fake phallus while pulling my hair, and spanking my ass.
Oh my dear Christina, what a naughty pair we would make!
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Interviewing Katy, Conclusion
I'm happy to give you the rest of my Katy Perry fantasy this morning. I hope my readers enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed creating it.
With that Katy beckoned the cameraman over to them as both girls stripped down to their panties.
Both girls kneeled in front of him, helping him to unfasten his belt, unbutton his pants and pull them down to his ankles. His cock bobbed free in front of him.
The girls licked their lips as they took it in. Katy reached out to take it in her hand, squeeze it, and watch the precum glisten on the tip. She turned to kiss the reporter as she began to pump the cameraman’s cock in her hand.
The young reporter soon leaned over to suck her cameraman’s cock into her mouth. She sucked the head before running her tongue along the underside of the shaft as he shuddered with pleasure.
Katy reached down to squeeze the girl’s swaying breasts as she worked her mouth up and down the cameraman’s cock. When she tired, the girl came up for air, stroking the cameraman’s cock as Katy’s tongue entered her mouth again.
Katy took over for the reporter, working the cameraman’s cock to the back of her throat and gagging as he pumped in and out. Both the reporter and cameraman derived great pleasure from the sight of Katy’s heavy breasts swaying back and forth as she allowed her mouth to be fucked.
As the cameraman became unbearably excited, Katy allowed him to slip free of her mouth, both girl’s eagerly awaiting his gift. They kneeled before him, tongues dancing together at the tip of his cock as he stroked himself. The first spurts of cum landed on Katy’s beautiful breasts before he aimed the rest of his offering at the girl’s lips and face.
Katy leaned over to lick the sticky cum from the girl’s lips as wetness began to trickle down the inside of the girl’s thighs. The girl soon had Katy bent over the judge’s desk as she bent down to lick her cameraman’s cum from her firm, round tits. The girl’s hand found its way between Katy’s legs to her wet, little cunt. She slid a finger inside as Katy moaned her pleasure.
The reporter kissed and licked her way to Katy’s warm, inviting sex. She breathed in the scent of her arousal before licking her pussy up one side of each pink, wet lip. Katy gasped and shoved the girl’s head into her crotch. Her tongue soon found it‘s way to the hard nub of her clit as she fucked her hole with her finger. Moisture began to drip into Katy’s tight little ass cheeks as her arousal mounted.
The cameraman stroked his rock hard cock as he took in the sights before him…Katy splayed out on the judge’s desk, her legs thrown over the reporter’s shoulders as her head moved expertly between Katy’s legs. Katy squeezed and kneaded her own magnificent breasts as she moaned for more from the girl. It was all the cameraman could do not to blow again right there in his own hand.
Katy’s moans soon increased in intensity as the reporter circled her tongue ever more urgently around her engorged clit. She felt a rush of cum along her fingers, and Katy began to scream as her cunt clamped down in orgasm around the girl’s finger. Katy reached down and crushed the girl’s face to her pussy, as her body tensed and released with orgasmic pleasure.
When Katy’s orgasm had subsided, the reporter turned to her cameraman and kissed him long and slow, pulling back to whisper, “Doesn’t she taste wonderful?”
“Mmmmmm, just like honey,” came his husky reply.
The reporter reached out, took his cock in her hand and led him to Katy lying prostrate on the judge’s table. She guided his cock to her still slippery hole, and watched as he slid inside with a grunt as Katy squealed with pleasure.
The reporter sucked Katy’s breast into her mouth, her finger deftly circling Katy’s clit as the cameraman fucked her tight hole.
“Does that feel good, baby?” the girl moaned into Katy’s mouth.
“God, yes. His cock is so big,” she whispered.
“Fuck her harder,” the reporter directed her cameraman.
He fucked her until the judge’s desk shook with his efforts, Katy’s tiny body bouncing up and down against the desk as she writhed and moaned.
“That’s it honey. Let it go…cum on his cock,” the girl encouraged as Katy’s head lolled back, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
The cameraman soon threw his head back and groaned, “Oh fuck, I can feel her cumming,” as he released himself inside her while she pulsed around his shaft.
When the orgasms subsided, they all collapsed in a sweaty heap on the judge’s table giggling and a little embarrassed about what they had just done and where they had done it.
When they were all properly dressed once again, Katy shook the young reporter’s hand, and thanked her for the most stimulating interview she had ever been a part of.
With that Katy beckoned the cameraman over to them as both girls stripped down to their panties.
Both girls kneeled in front of him, helping him to unfasten his belt, unbutton his pants and pull them down to his ankles. His cock bobbed free in front of him.
The girls licked their lips as they took it in. Katy reached out to take it in her hand, squeeze it, and watch the precum glisten on the tip. She turned to kiss the reporter as she began to pump the cameraman’s cock in her hand.
The young reporter soon leaned over to suck her cameraman’s cock into her mouth. She sucked the head before running her tongue along the underside of the shaft as he shuddered with pleasure.
Katy reached down to squeeze the girl’s swaying breasts as she worked her mouth up and down the cameraman’s cock. When she tired, the girl came up for air, stroking the cameraman’s cock as Katy’s tongue entered her mouth again.
Katy took over for the reporter, working the cameraman’s cock to the back of her throat and gagging as he pumped in and out. Both the reporter and cameraman derived great pleasure from the sight of Katy’s heavy breasts swaying back and forth as she allowed her mouth to be fucked.
As the cameraman became unbearably excited, Katy allowed him to slip free of her mouth, both girl’s eagerly awaiting his gift. They kneeled before him, tongues dancing together at the tip of his cock as he stroked himself. The first spurts of cum landed on Katy’s beautiful breasts before he aimed the rest of his offering at the girl’s lips and face.
Katy leaned over to lick the sticky cum from the girl’s lips as wetness began to trickle down the inside of the girl’s thighs. The girl soon had Katy bent over the judge’s desk as she bent down to lick her cameraman’s cum from her firm, round tits. The girl’s hand found its way between Katy’s legs to her wet, little cunt. She slid a finger inside as Katy moaned her pleasure.
The reporter kissed and licked her way to Katy’s warm, inviting sex. She breathed in the scent of her arousal before licking her pussy up one side of each pink, wet lip. Katy gasped and shoved the girl’s head into her crotch. Her tongue soon found it‘s way to the hard nub of her clit as she fucked her hole with her finger. Moisture began to drip into Katy’s tight little ass cheeks as her arousal mounted.
The cameraman stroked his rock hard cock as he took in the sights before him…Katy splayed out on the judge’s desk, her legs thrown over the reporter’s shoulders as her head moved expertly between Katy’s legs. Katy squeezed and kneaded her own magnificent breasts as she moaned for more from the girl. It was all the cameraman could do not to blow again right there in his own hand.
Katy’s moans soon increased in intensity as the reporter circled her tongue ever more urgently around her engorged clit. She felt a rush of cum along her fingers, and Katy began to scream as her cunt clamped down in orgasm around the girl’s finger. Katy reached down and crushed the girl’s face to her pussy, as her body tensed and released with orgasmic pleasure.
When Katy’s orgasm had subsided, the reporter turned to her cameraman and kissed him long and slow, pulling back to whisper, “Doesn’t she taste wonderful?”
“Mmmmmm, just like honey,” came his husky reply.
The reporter reached out, took his cock in her hand and led him to Katy lying prostrate on the judge’s table. She guided his cock to her still slippery hole, and watched as he slid inside with a grunt as Katy squealed with pleasure.
The reporter sucked Katy’s breast into her mouth, her finger deftly circling Katy’s clit as the cameraman fucked her tight hole.
“Does that feel good, baby?” the girl moaned into Katy’s mouth.
“God, yes. His cock is so big,” she whispered.
“Fuck her harder,” the reporter directed her cameraman.
He fucked her until the judge’s desk shook with his efforts, Katy’s tiny body bouncing up and down against the desk as she writhed and moaned.
“That’s it honey. Let it go…cum on his cock,” the girl encouraged as Katy’s head lolled back, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
The cameraman soon threw his head back and groaned, “Oh fuck, I can feel her cumming,” as he released himself inside her while she pulsed around his shaft.
When the orgasms subsided, they all collapsed in a sweaty heap on the judge’s table giggling and a little embarrassed about what they had just done and where they had done it.
When they were all properly dressed once again, Katy shook the young reporter’s hand, and thanked her for the most stimulating interview she had ever been a part of.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Interviewing Katy, Part 1
As I promised last week,or maybe it was the week before...hell, I dont know, all my weeks run together lately...I have completed a story starring my dear little Katy Perry. Thank you to that certain someone who got this idea floating about in my head as we traded hot emails. I most certainly hope I am not committing any sort of legal offense by writing a piece of fiction about an actual celebrity. If I am I'm sure I'm soon about to find out!
The young reporter pumped her fist in the air as she wrapped up her first interview with a major celebrity after two years of slogging through debutant balls and charity fundraisers. She was both proud of her work and star struck as she found herself interviewing the American Idol panel of judges as they made a stop in Atlanta. The guest judge had been none other than Ms. Katy Perry who was the last judge remaining in the room with the reporter and her cameraman as the shoot wrapped up.
Katy was a bubbly girl who seemed in no hurry to leave while the young reporter’s cameraman packed up their equipment. Katy chatted her up about how she became interested in journalism, where she went to college, music, and fashion. The girl couldn’t keep her eyes from wandering to Katy’s chest as they chatted both admiring and envious of her ample breasts. Katy met the girl’s gaze with a playful gleam in her eyes.
“Do you like them?” she asked as she cupped her breasts in her hands.
The girl blushed unable to look at Katy as she murmured,
“Yes, they’re very nice.”
“They are, aren’t they? They’ve opened a lot of doors for me. Would you like to see them?” she asked as she pointedly looked the reporter in the eye.
The cameraman ceased his packing up routine to watch the scene playing out before him.
“Well, ummmm, I……I…” the girl stammered.
“How about you, would you like to see my breasts?” she inquired of the cameraman.
“Well, I certainly couldn’t turn down such a generous offer from such a beautiful woman,” he artfully replied.
“You are the charmer, aren’t you?” she giggled as she unbuttoned her blouse, and removed her pink satin bra to reveal the most magnificent set of breasts God has ever bestowed upon a woman.
The reporter couldn’t help but gasp as she took them in. They were round, firm, milky white with erect pink nipples.
Katy sauntered over to her and whispered, “Go ahead, you can touch them. I know you want it.”
The reporter hesitantly stood and lifted her hands to Katy’s breasts. She gently took them in each hand, carefully kneading them between her fingers as Katy murmured her approval.
The cameraman stood quietly in the background, his erection steadily growing in his pants, fearful of making a sound lest the girls remember his presence and kick him out.
Katy placed her hand under the girl’s chin, lifted her head, and brought her lips to within an inch of the girl’s. They hovered there a moment as the cameraman reached down to rub his aching crotch. The girl could feel Katy’s sweet breath entering her mouth moments before their lips met. Her lips were full, soft and warm. Her tongue gently swirled inside the girl’s mouth as the girl began to roll Katy’s nipple between her fingers. Katy moaned her approval as she ran her fingers through the girl’s dark, curly hair.
Katy passionately helped the reporter remove her own top and bra before they embraced again, breasts pressed tightly together as they continued to kiss.
“I think we are neglecting someone,” Katy announced as she glanced over at the cameraman whose erection was nearly splitting his pants.
“Shall we ask him to join us?” Katy asked her new friend.
“Yes, let’s,” came the girl’s reply...
The young reporter pumped her fist in the air as she wrapped up her first interview with a major celebrity after two years of slogging through debutant balls and charity fundraisers. She was both proud of her work and star struck as she found herself interviewing the American Idol panel of judges as they made a stop in Atlanta. The guest judge had been none other than Ms. Katy Perry who was the last judge remaining in the room with the reporter and her cameraman as the shoot wrapped up.
Katy was a bubbly girl who seemed in no hurry to leave while the young reporter’s cameraman packed up their equipment. Katy chatted her up about how she became interested in journalism, where she went to college, music, and fashion. The girl couldn’t keep her eyes from wandering to Katy’s chest as they chatted both admiring and envious of her ample breasts. Katy met the girl’s gaze with a playful gleam in her eyes.
“Do you like them?” she asked as she cupped her breasts in her hands.
The girl blushed unable to look at Katy as she murmured,
“Yes, they’re very nice.”
“They are, aren’t they? They’ve opened a lot of doors for me. Would you like to see them?” she asked as she pointedly looked the reporter in the eye.
The cameraman ceased his packing up routine to watch the scene playing out before him.
“Well, ummmm, I……I…” the girl stammered.
“How about you, would you like to see my breasts?” she inquired of the cameraman.
“Well, I certainly couldn’t turn down such a generous offer from such a beautiful woman,” he artfully replied.
“You are the charmer, aren’t you?” she giggled as she unbuttoned her blouse, and removed her pink satin bra to reveal the most magnificent set of breasts God has ever bestowed upon a woman.
The reporter couldn’t help but gasp as she took them in. They were round, firm, milky white with erect pink nipples.
Katy sauntered over to her and whispered, “Go ahead, you can touch them. I know you want it.”
The reporter hesitantly stood and lifted her hands to Katy’s breasts. She gently took them in each hand, carefully kneading them between her fingers as Katy murmured her approval.
The cameraman stood quietly in the background, his erection steadily growing in his pants, fearful of making a sound lest the girls remember his presence and kick him out.
Katy placed her hand under the girl’s chin, lifted her head, and brought her lips to within an inch of the girl’s. They hovered there a moment as the cameraman reached down to rub his aching crotch. The girl could feel Katy’s sweet breath entering her mouth moments before their lips met. Her lips were full, soft and warm. Her tongue gently swirled inside the girl’s mouth as the girl began to roll Katy’s nipple between her fingers. Katy moaned her approval as she ran her fingers through the girl’s dark, curly hair.
Katy passionately helped the reporter remove her own top and bra before they embraced again, breasts pressed tightly together as they continued to kiss.
“I think we are neglecting someone,” Katy announced as she glanced over at the cameraman whose erection was nearly splitting his pants.
“Shall we ask him to join us?” Katy asked her new friend.
“Yes, let’s,” came the girl’s reply...
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
My New Girl Crush
Did anyone see Katy Perry on American Idol last night? She's been on my radar ever since "I Kissed a Girl", but holy boobies, Batman...she's smokin' HOT!
I watched her last night with her ample cleavage, and I just wanted to lick her all over. I'd like to start by kissing her full,red lips. I'd watch her close her eyes, part her lips and sigh softly for me as she awaited my kiss. Our lips would meet just a moment before my tongue slid gently into her mouth. She would place her hand on the back of my head, pulling me closer and whisper,"Yes, more," as my hand found its way to the soft orbs of her breasts.
I would cup her beautiful breasts in my hands, rolling her nipples this way and that as they grew hard and erect beneath my fingers. My tongue would travel from her lips down her neck to those pink, erect nipples. It would flick over the delicate skin there just before sucking her flesh into my mouth. She would let out a little moan of delight as I began to suckle her. I would bury my face between her breasts, squeezing them to each side of my face as I licked her sternum.
My hand would travel down between her legs to find she was moist as she parted her legs wide for me, inviting me to play there. My tongue would wander further south to her navel. I don't know if she has a pierced navel, but in this fantasy she would. I would lick circles around her cute little belly button while furtively sliding a finger inside her slippery hole.
She would gasp and arch her back as my tongue found her clit while my finger remained inside her. I've never tasted a woman before I imagine she would taste like ambrosia. My tongue would leap from my mouth ever more ugently circling her clit as her hips began to gyrate above me.
Her hands would entangle in my hair as my hands sought out her breasts, kneading and pinching the nipples to increase her pleasure. Soon her sweet little voice would cry out, "Oh, oh, oh," and her warm juices would flood my mouth as she came.
Ah yes, I've had some very dirty thoughts about voluptuous little Ms. Katy Perry today!
I watched her last night with her ample cleavage, and I just wanted to lick her all over. I'd like to start by kissing her full,red lips. I'd watch her close her eyes, part her lips and sigh softly for me as she awaited my kiss. Our lips would meet just a moment before my tongue slid gently into her mouth. She would place her hand on the back of my head, pulling me closer and whisper,"Yes, more," as my hand found its way to the soft orbs of her breasts.
I would cup her beautiful breasts in my hands, rolling her nipples this way and that as they grew hard and erect beneath my fingers. My tongue would travel from her lips down her neck to those pink, erect nipples. It would flick over the delicate skin there just before sucking her flesh into my mouth. She would let out a little moan of delight as I began to suckle her. I would bury my face between her breasts, squeezing them to each side of my face as I licked her sternum.
My hand would travel down between her legs to find she was moist as she parted her legs wide for me, inviting me to play there. My tongue would wander further south to her navel. I don't know if she has a pierced navel, but in this fantasy she would. I would lick circles around her cute little belly button while furtively sliding a finger inside her slippery hole.
She would gasp and arch her back as my tongue found her clit while my finger remained inside her. I've never tasted a woman before I imagine she would taste like ambrosia. My tongue would leap from my mouth ever more ugently circling her clit as her hips began to gyrate above me.
Her hands would entangle in my hair as my hands sought out her breasts, kneading and pinching the nipples to increase her pleasure. Soon her sweet little voice would cry out, "Oh, oh, oh," and her warm juices would flood my mouth as she came.
Ah yes, I've had some very dirty thoughts about voluptuous little Ms. Katy Perry today!
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Somnolent Smut
I enjoyed quite the dirty dream while luxuriating in sleeping late this morning. I awoke aroused and wet,but unfortunately was awoken by our 6 year old bounding into bed with us announcing, "Mommy, Daddy, it's time to get up!" As it was nearly 10:30 in the morning, we had to acquiese to her demands and forgo any morning marital relations. The day is young, however, and I'm still aroused.
My dream was not something I would normally fantasize about, but did leave me extremely ecited as erotic dreams do seem to be incredibly powerful as the subconcious leads me into territory I would never dare dream to tread in my waking life.
Jay and I were in bed with another couple, all of us sleeping after a night of debauchery together. Jay and I awoke and began to have sex as the other couple slept next to us. When we finished our lovemaking I turned to the other man in bed with us, Jay's cum still leaking from me and began to have sex with him. I was very turned on by the fact that his cock was entering me as Jay's cum still dripped out, and that his wife slept next to us completely unaware of our fucking.
I'm not entirely sure what that dream says about me. I have been considering yet again the idea of inviting another man into our bedroom. I have been extremly aroused by the idea. I suppose the idea has been so much on my mind lately as to express itself in my subconcious. Anyone want to play amateur psyciatrist and take a shot at interpreting it further for me?!
My dream was not something I would normally fantasize about, but did leave me extremely ecited as erotic dreams do seem to be incredibly powerful as the subconcious leads me into territory I would never dare dream to tread in my waking life.
Jay and I were in bed with another couple, all of us sleeping after a night of debauchery together. Jay and I awoke and began to have sex as the other couple slept next to us. When we finished our lovemaking I turned to the other man in bed with us, Jay's cum still leaking from me and began to have sex with him. I was very turned on by the fact that his cock was entering me as Jay's cum still dripped out, and that his wife slept next to us completely unaware of our fucking.
I'm not entirely sure what that dream says about me. I have been considering yet again the idea of inviting another man into our bedroom. I have been extremly aroused by the idea. I suppose the idea has been so much on my mind lately as to express itself in my subconcious. Anyone want to play amateur psyciatrist and take a shot at interpreting it further for me?!
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
The Return of Self Pleasure
It's been a long time since we last met,dear reader. That's mostly because life has been alternately dull, and terribly busy with the holidays with little sexy moments of note. I am happy to say I had one such sexy moment this afternoon with a little self pleasure.
My sex drive was kick started yesterday with a couple of naughty conversations with a couple of willing partners. Only the presence of a housefull of children prevented me from engaging in much desired cam sex with one of them...does anyone remember my hot Englishman??(scroll down to nearly the end of the post to find said refernce) That will simply have to be anticipated for another day. Jay greatly benefited from my dirty conversations last evening as I begged for a face fucking and sucked him in balls deep before eventually spreading my legs wide for a nice hard fuck.
This afternoon found me with a little time to lock myself away in my bedroom and tend to my carnal desires. After several frustrating sessions of having trouble reaching a satisfactory orgasm, I finally deduced that my dual vibrating eggs needed new batteries...DUH! So I slid 4 fresh batteries in my little friend and she hummed happily away on my clit as I slid my rotating little rabbit inside my slippery hole.
My mind soon wandered off to a scene involving me spread eagle on a hotel bed, my English friend deep inside my pussy as Jay's cock slid in and out of my mouth. They both held me down at the shoulders, the Englishman pounding me harder and faster as my mouth sucked Jay eagerly. My hot Englishman let out a moan as he spurted his load inside of me, seconds before Jay began to shoot his hot cum in my mouth, then pulled out to unleash it all over my face and tits as they both informed me what a dirty little slut I was.
Need I tell you that I came, and I came HARD as this scene played out in my mind. I was literally gasping for air by the time it was over, my pussy sore from the intense spasms of orgasm. I write this now with a still tingly pussy.
Ah, how I've missed this feeling!!
I hope everyone has a most joyous and sexually fruitful New Year!
My sex drive was kick started yesterday with a couple of naughty conversations with a couple of willing partners. Only the presence of a housefull of children prevented me from engaging in much desired cam sex with one of them...does anyone remember my hot Englishman??(scroll down to nearly the end of the post to find said refernce) That will simply have to be anticipated for another day. Jay greatly benefited from my dirty conversations last evening as I begged for a face fucking and sucked him in balls deep before eventually spreading my legs wide for a nice hard fuck.
This afternoon found me with a little time to lock myself away in my bedroom and tend to my carnal desires. After several frustrating sessions of having trouble reaching a satisfactory orgasm, I finally deduced that my dual vibrating eggs needed new batteries...DUH! So I slid 4 fresh batteries in my little friend and she hummed happily away on my clit as I slid my rotating little rabbit inside my slippery hole.
My mind soon wandered off to a scene involving me spread eagle on a hotel bed, my English friend deep inside my pussy as Jay's cock slid in and out of my mouth. They both held me down at the shoulders, the Englishman pounding me harder and faster as my mouth sucked Jay eagerly. My hot Englishman let out a moan as he spurted his load inside of me, seconds before Jay began to shoot his hot cum in my mouth, then pulled out to unleash it all over my face and tits as they both informed me what a dirty little slut I was.
Need I tell you that I came, and I came HARD as this scene played out in my mind. I was literally gasping for air by the time it was over, my pussy sore from the intense spasms of orgasm. I write this now with a still tingly pussy.
Ah, how I've missed this feeling!!
I hope everyone has a most joyous and sexually fruitful New Year!
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!
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!
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.
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."
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."
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.
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.
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.
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.
"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.
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