I have no idea how it happened, or how I knew it was going to happen, and I certainly had no idea what I was even doing. All I know is that I found myself sitting on a log in the woods passionately kissing a ginger-haired beauty with my fingers wrapped in her masses of hair, and it was exactly where I wanted to be. There's only so much I'm willing the share here, because the whole thing was really special and I'm keeping it for myself. But I can tell you that laying our jackets down on the ground underneath the little cave of trees and bushes that we found did little to keep the leaves out of our hair or our pants, and we brushed each other off as best we could. Evidently it was not quite enough...
Later that evening at dinner with her husband and my muse, she found a leaf in her hair that I had missed, picked it out and very deliberately placed it on top of my menu, sending us both into a fit of giggles that both the men chalked up to silly girl talk. They were both right and wrong.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
Nurse
"Turn round," commanded the muse from the bed across the room. I was standing in front of him in an impossibly tight nurse uniform that was more than a little see through, with white stockings and red platform heels, my platinum blond hair pulled up in a high, tight ponytail just the way he likes it. I gladly did as I was told and slowly turned until I had my back to him. I could feel his eyes roaming over me. "Good," he finally said after appraising me. "Now bend over that chair there, and pull your skirt up a little so I can see your ass." I knew the look he wanted. I pulled my skirt up just enough to where it was riding over my ass and leaned forward with my hands on the arm of the chair, legs spread apart slightly and arching my back to accentuate my ass jutting up in the air. I waited there unmoving while he looked me over, finally getting up from the bed and rustling around with some clothes. The sound of him pulling his belt out of his jeans was unmistakable. Despite the fact that no one had ever taken a belt to me before I thought I knew just how much it would hurt and my throbbing pussy was instantly soaked in anticipation. The muse walked around behind me, looking at me from every angle and ominously snapping the belt. He came so close to me that I felt the tip of his rock hard cock brush up against my leg, straining against his boxers. He stepped back and I sensed rather that felt him pull his arm back. I thought I knew just how much that belt would hurt.
I was wrong.
The first crack came down with such force that it knocked the breath out of me. I couldn't even scream. The pain was enormous and it radiated out from where the belt had touched my skin in waves of intense heat. I bruise easily, and later I would have a deep purple stripe across my ass exactly the width of his belt that wouldn't fade away for two weeks. I wanted to tell him it was too hard, but I couldn't speak. The second crack came down a little bit lighter than the first, but it didn't matter because by then it felt like me entire body was on fire. I sucked in my breath sharply and squeezed my eyes shut. When I visibly flinched before the third stroke of the belt, he knew I was struggling. He dropped the belt and came up behind me to finish the job with his hand, spanking me hard until every square inch of my ass was bright pink.
He stepped back from me and admired his work for a moment before growling at me, "Now turn this way. On your knees. Close your eyes and open your mouth." I knelt in front of him, mouth open and waited. I heard his boxers hit the floor and he stepped so close to me I could feel the heat coming off his body. He grabbed me by the base of my pony tail and pulled my hair hard enough to make my scalp burn, at the same time forcing his cock all the way to the back of my throat and starting to fuck my mouth, hard. It took all my concentration not to gag on him. I chanced to look up at him. I absolutely love to watch him fucking me. I love to watch his face. The muse, on the other hand, would have me keep my eyes closed nearly all the time. I think he likes the idea that I can't see what's coming next. Whatever the reason, he caught me looking and frowned. "I didn't tell you you could open your eyes, did I?" he asked rhetorically. He pulled his cock out of my mouth for a moment and slapped me across the face. "Now close your eyes, and keep them closed until I say you can open them." So chastened, I closed my eyes again and he returned his cock to my mouth, holding my face against his crotch and battering my throat even harder than before, as if he were trying to teach me a lesson (which he probably was). My eyes started to tear up and I clutched the back of his legs to keep from toppling over from the force of him banging into me.
Just about the time when I thought I might suffocate he stopped. He grabbed me by the arm and pushed me roughly toward the bed, bending me over it. He stood behind me holding my hips and buried his cock inside me, fucking me hard, so hard that I knew immediately I would be waking up very sore the next day. After a while he stopped for a moment, cock still inside me and picked something up off the bed next to my head that I hadn't noticed. But I didn't need to look to know what it was. I could feel him probing at my ass and I knew it was the anal beads. He pushed them into me, one by one, until the beads and his cock inside me made me feel full and stretched to my very limits. He started fucking me again, harder than before, his hips pressing against the beads every time he slammed them against my ass. I was close to coming but I felt so full I wasn't sure that I could. But then he reached a hand out to my face and clamped it down tight over my mouth and nose cutting off my air. I struggled in vain to get a breath while he fucked me even harder. I came hard the instant he took his hand away from my face, my pussy clenching around his cock at the same time I was gasping for air. My knees were shaking. I don't know how I didn't fall.
He stopped fucking me for a moment and removed the beads, replacing them with his cock and started fucking my ass, slowly at first giving me time to adjust to him and then much harder when he felt me relax. He leaned down over me, using his chest to press my torso into the mattress and holding my wrists down so I couldn't move. I turned my head to the side to kiss his mouth and he kissed me back warmly, an odd juxtaposition to the way he was brutally destroying my ass.
My knees were still weak from my orgasm and now my feet were beginning to slip. I told him I would be able to stand like that much longer. "You don't have to," he said. "Lay down on the bed, face up, and put your legs up by your head." I knew what he wanted. It's his favorite position to look at me in. I lay down and held my legs by the ankles pushing them back to where my knees were beside me ears. "Good girl," he said, looking me over. Then he climbed up to kneel in front of me and pushed his cock deep in my ass. It felt amazing. I wanted him to come and I also never wanted him to stop. He was fucking me harder than he'd ever fucked my ass before and I wasn't sure how much longer I was going to be able to take it. I begged him to come for me, to empty his load in my ass and claim it as his. When he did finally shoot his spunk deep in my ass it felt almost as good as if I had come myself. "Stay just like that," he told me, and of course I obeyed, holding me legs apart while he took photos of his freshly fucked nurse.
I was wrong.
The first crack came down with such force that it knocked the breath out of me. I couldn't even scream. The pain was enormous and it radiated out from where the belt had touched my skin in waves of intense heat. I bruise easily, and later I would have a deep purple stripe across my ass exactly the width of his belt that wouldn't fade away for two weeks. I wanted to tell him it was too hard, but I couldn't speak. The second crack came down a little bit lighter than the first, but it didn't matter because by then it felt like me entire body was on fire. I sucked in my breath sharply and squeezed my eyes shut. When I visibly flinched before the third stroke of the belt, he knew I was struggling. He dropped the belt and came up behind me to finish the job with his hand, spanking me hard until every square inch of my ass was bright pink.
He stepped back from me and admired his work for a moment before growling at me, "Now turn this way. On your knees. Close your eyes and open your mouth." I knelt in front of him, mouth open and waited. I heard his boxers hit the floor and he stepped so close to me I could feel the heat coming off his body. He grabbed me by the base of my pony tail and pulled my hair hard enough to make my scalp burn, at the same time forcing his cock all the way to the back of my throat and starting to fuck my mouth, hard. It took all my concentration not to gag on him. I chanced to look up at him. I absolutely love to watch him fucking me. I love to watch his face. The muse, on the other hand, would have me keep my eyes closed nearly all the time. I think he likes the idea that I can't see what's coming next. Whatever the reason, he caught me looking and frowned. "I didn't tell you you could open your eyes, did I?" he asked rhetorically. He pulled his cock out of my mouth for a moment and slapped me across the face. "Now close your eyes, and keep them closed until I say you can open them." So chastened, I closed my eyes again and he returned his cock to my mouth, holding my face against his crotch and battering my throat even harder than before, as if he were trying to teach me a lesson (which he probably was). My eyes started to tear up and I clutched the back of his legs to keep from toppling over from the force of him banging into me.
Just about the time when I thought I might suffocate he stopped. He grabbed me by the arm and pushed me roughly toward the bed, bending me over it. He stood behind me holding my hips and buried his cock inside me, fucking me hard, so hard that I knew immediately I would be waking up very sore the next day. After a while he stopped for a moment, cock still inside me and picked something up off the bed next to my head that I hadn't noticed. But I didn't need to look to know what it was. I could feel him probing at my ass and I knew it was the anal beads. He pushed them into me, one by one, until the beads and his cock inside me made me feel full and stretched to my very limits. He started fucking me again, harder than before, his hips pressing against the beads every time he slammed them against my ass. I was close to coming but I felt so full I wasn't sure that I could. But then he reached a hand out to my face and clamped it down tight over my mouth and nose cutting off my air. I struggled in vain to get a breath while he fucked me even harder. I came hard the instant he took his hand away from my face, my pussy clenching around his cock at the same time I was gasping for air. My knees were shaking. I don't know how I didn't fall.
He stopped fucking me for a moment and removed the beads, replacing them with his cock and started fucking my ass, slowly at first giving me time to adjust to him and then much harder when he felt me relax. He leaned down over me, using his chest to press my torso into the mattress and holding my wrists down so I couldn't move. I turned my head to the side to kiss his mouth and he kissed me back warmly, an odd juxtaposition to the way he was brutally destroying my ass.
My knees were still weak from my orgasm and now my feet were beginning to slip. I told him I would be able to stand like that much longer. "You don't have to," he said. "Lay down on the bed, face up, and put your legs up by your head." I knew what he wanted. It's his favorite position to look at me in. I lay down and held my legs by the ankles pushing them back to where my knees were beside me ears. "Good girl," he said, looking me over. Then he climbed up to kneel in front of me and pushed his cock deep in my ass. It felt amazing. I wanted him to come and I also never wanted him to stop. He was fucking me harder than he'd ever fucked my ass before and I wasn't sure how much longer I was going to be able to take it. I begged him to come for me, to empty his load in my ass and claim it as his. When he did finally shoot his spunk deep in my ass it felt almost as good as if I had come myself. "Stay just like that," he told me, and of course I obeyed, holding me legs apart while he took photos of his freshly fucked nurse.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Late Summer Afternoon
I was 17 or 18 when I met M. I don't remember how I met him, but I know he worked at one of the local radio stations so I'm sure it had something to do with that. M was about 30 and had an apartment in the city. On days that I didn't have afternoon classes, I would drive over there at lunch and spend the balance of the day fucking him. He didn't really stand out in any particular way, and I probably wouldn't remember him at all save for two things: he was the first in what would become a succession of people to breathlessly say to me "Wow, I don't normally come from blow jobs, but..." and one incident that happened in late summer, just before I left for college.
On this particular day, M had come to pick me up and he had a friend with him. T was tall, had long blond hair touched with gray, was a fair bit older than M and was friendly and soft spoken. We were apparently going to T's house to hang out. T lived in the way out part of town that was just in between the outlying suburbs and the edge of farm country. His house was a beautiful sprawling ranch with an in-law suite where his mother lived (she fixed us sandwiches) and an enormous backyard. In the backyard there was a small building that served as a combination tool shed, sun room and art studio. This was where we were when T said, "Well, I guess I'll leave you two alone," and slipped out the back door.
We had our clothes off in a flash. There was a floral patterned couch against one wall - In a moment I found myself laying on it with my arms pinned behind my head and M on top of me, thrusting his rock hard cock into my cunt with enough force to push the couch sideways until it hit the corner of the room and couldn't move any further. He came immediately after I did, as if my pussy clenching around his cock was more than he could handle. We found a blanket, threw it over us, spooned on the couch talking with the late afternoon sun sun slanting through the windows until I felt his cock stiffen again against the back of my leg. He kissed my neck and slipped his cock back inside me from behind, fucking me slowly this time with one arm wrapped around me holding me against his chest. This was the moment when T came back in with a pitcher of lemonade and some glasses on a tray. M froze a second, but when I didn't appear to have an objection to T being there and watching us, he slid his hand down to hold my hip and went back to fucking me, a little harder now.
It seems to me now that this was probably something they'd had planned all along, but at the time it didn't occur to me. The truth was I was immediately turned on that T was watching us. He'd set down his tray and was leaning back against a table smiling serenely at us. Despite the fact that I liked it, I became self conscious because I didn't actually know what I should be looking: at T? At M? Off into space? I solved this problem by shutting my eyes and keeping them shut, all that time while M started fucking me harder and harder. The blanket slipped down a bit, exposing my breasts. I ignored it, imagining T looking, keeping my eyes shut, until...
I felt a rough hand very gently push my hair back from my face and run a thumb softly over my cheek. I opened my eyes and looked up to see T standing just in front of me, his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly while his other hand continued to stroke my face. He was still smiling his kind smile at me. M looked up and said feebly, "Dude, what are you doing?" I still don't know whether that was play acting on his part or if he was genuinely surprised and I really don't care. T held my gaze as he moved his hand to cup my chin, lightly pressing his thumb to my bottom lip and pulling it down slightly. Obediently I opened my mouth for him and his smile got deeper as he stepped forward just a bit and fed me his cock. It was very thick and I had to squirm a bit to adjust my position so I could fit him in my mouth. He let me suck him just as I wanted, never pushing my head, only slightly thrusting his hips at me, with one hand gently cradling my head so I wouldn't strain my neck and the other hand continuing to softly stroke my hair. M in the meantime had twisted the lower half of my body so that my hips were facing downward and pulled me up to my knees. He sat up a bit on his knees and positioned me so I was basically astride his lap, except that I was leaned forward with my mouth wrapped around T's fat cock and holding my upper body up with my hands on the armrest. M grabbed my hips and started pounding my cunt ferociously, reaching one hand around and pinching my clit hard, making my pussy pulse and twitch every time he squeezed it.
T came first, holding my head still with both hands and pushing his cock in deep, filling my mouth with so much come that some of it dribbled out of the corner of my mouth, which he gently wiped away with his thumb and a smile. The taste of him in my mouth pushed me over the edge and I came, almost shrieking, reaching back and digging my nails into M's legs. Once again my orgasm seemed to trigger M's and with a loud moan he emptied his load into my pussy. I never did asked them if it was something they had planned. Instead I lay down on the couch, my legs draped across M's lap, my head resting in T's, sipping lemonade and watching the sun set on a gorgeous late summer day.
On this particular day, M had come to pick me up and he had a friend with him. T was tall, had long blond hair touched with gray, was a fair bit older than M and was friendly and soft spoken. We were apparently going to T's house to hang out. T lived in the way out part of town that was just in between the outlying suburbs and the edge of farm country. His house was a beautiful sprawling ranch with an in-law suite where his mother lived (she fixed us sandwiches) and an enormous backyard. In the backyard there was a small building that served as a combination tool shed, sun room and art studio. This was where we were when T said, "Well, I guess I'll leave you two alone," and slipped out the back door.
We had our clothes off in a flash. There was a floral patterned couch against one wall - In a moment I found myself laying on it with my arms pinned behind my head and M on top of me, thrusting his rock hard cock into my cunt with enough force to push the couch sideways until it hit the corner of the room and couldn't move any further. He came immediately after I did, as if my pussy clenching around his cock was more than he could handle. We found a blanket, threw it over us, spooned on the couch talking with the late afternoon sun sun slanting through the windows until I felt his cock stiffen again against the back of my leg. He kissed my neck and slipped his cock back inside me from behind, fucking me slowly this time with one arm wrapped around me holding me against his chest. This was the moment when T came back in with a pitcher of lemonade and some glasses on a tray. M froze a second, but when I didn't appear to have an objection to T being there and watching us, he slid his hand down to hold my hip and went back to fucking me, a little harder now.
It seems to me now that this was probably something they'd had planned all along, but at the time it didn't occur to me. The truth was I was immediately turned on that T was watching us. He'd set down his tray and was leaning back against a table smiling serenely at us. Despite the fact that I liked it, I became self conscious because I didn't actually know what I should be looking: at T? At M? Off into space? I solved this problem by shutting my eyes and keeping them shut, all that time while M started fucking me harder and harder. The blanket slipped down a bit, exposing my breasts. I ignored it, imagining T looking, keeping my eyes shut, until...
I felt a rough hand very gently push my hair back from my face and run a thumb softly over my cheek. I opened my eyes and looked up to see T standing just in front of me, his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly while his other hand continued to stroke my face. He was still smiling his kind smile at me. M looked up and said feebly, "Dude, what are you doing?" I still don't know whether that was play acting on his part or if he was genuinely surprised and I really don't care. T held my gaze as he moved his hand to cup my chin, lightly pressing his thumb to my bottom lip and pulling it down slightly. Obediently I opened my mouth for him and his smile got deeper as he stepped forward just a bit and fed me his cock. It was very thick and I had to squirm a bit to adjust my position so I could fit him in my mouth. He let me suck him just as I wanted, never pushing my head, only slightly thrusting his hips at me, with one hand gently cradling my head so I wouldn't strain my neck and the other hand continuing to softly stroke my hair. M in the meantime had twisted the lower half of my body so that my hips were facing downward and pulled me up to my knees. He sat up a bit on his knees and positioned me so I was basically astride his lap, except that I was leaned forward with my mouth wrapped around T's fat cock and holding my upper body up with my hands on the armrest. M grabbed my hips and started pounding my cunt ferociously, reaching one hand around and pinching my clit hard, making my pussy pulse and twitch every time he squeezed it.
T came first, holding my head still with both hands and pushing his cock in deep, filling my mouth with so much come that some of it dribbled out of the corner of my mouth, which he gently wiped away with his thumb and a smile. The taste of him in my mouth pushed me over the edge and I came, almost shrieking, reaching back and digging my nails into M's legs. Once again my orgasm seemed to trigger M's and with a loud moan he emptied his load into my pussy. I never did asked them if it was something they had planned. Instead I lay down on the couch, my legs draped across M's lap, my head resting in T's, sipping lemonade and watching the sun set on a gorgeous late summer day.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Semi-Public
The plan was to meet up with some friends at a bar and have a few drinks to catch up, since we hadn't gotten together as a group in quite a long time. It was a casual neighborhood bar and I had dressed appropriately in jeans and a t-shirt. I was enjoying a quick early dinner before I left for the bar when I got a text message from one of the guys asking if I needed a ride. I didn't really. The bar was in walking distance and I had plenty of cab fare to get home, but I told him to pick me up anyway because I'd been bored lately and I knew he was easy to seduce.
He showed up a later than we'd planned due to traffic, so when we got to the bar we were a bit late. Everyone else had arrived - we could see them at the table in the front window from the convenient parking spot we had found directly across the street. He checked his watch. "It's too bad we don't have time to fool around," he joked.
"I really don't see why not," I said. He looked at me to see whether I was being serious (I don't know why, he ought to have known that I was). I tilted my head in a gesture to the backseat.
"Wait, here?" he asked, looking around. We were parked on the side of the busiest street in the neighborhood for traffic and pedestrians, at the tail end of rush hour, directly in front of a storefront and directly across from a crowded bar containing all our friends who were right near the window, and who had no idea we were fucking behind all of their backs. I answered him by way of climbing into the backseat and giving him my "don't be such a baby" look. He glanced around furtively and followed me. He had tinted windows in the back, so we were marginally less visible from there. He kissed me, one hand wrapping my hair around his fist, the other immediately finding my belt. I helped him with the zipper on my jeans and he slid his hand down the front of them, pushing two fingers and then three inside me and twisting them so I gasped. I grabbed a fistful of his shirt and his thigh and buried my head in his chest while he fucked me with his fingers, the heel of his hand pressing hard against my clit until I came for him, hard, pressing my thighs together to still his hand from moving against my now too sensitive clit. I tuned my head up to look at him. "Why exactly do you still have pants on?" I asked.
"Um, I have no idea," he said, and pulled his jeans and boxers down just enough for his hard thick cock to spring out and into my waiting hand. I wrapped it around him and started stroking his cock slowly, intending to warm him up a little before I went down on him, and right at that moment some woman in a Ford Focus decided to park her car directly in front of us and then sit in it fixing her make up. His groan sounded pained. We watched her for almost a full minute while I gently stroked his cock, until it became clear she wasn't going anywhere fast. I decided I didn't care. "Fuck this," I said. "She's not even paying attention anyway," and plunged his entire cock into my mouth. The groan from that sounded much happier. I sucked him deep, his cock hitting the back of my throat on every stroke, my cheeks sucked in around him, gently stroking his balls, savoring the fact that there was a woman feet away from us who could be watching the whole thing if she bothered to look up. He pushed my head all the way down on his cock with both hands and started fucking my face while I fought for every breath, but just before I thought he was going to shoot his spunk down my throat he thought better of it and let go of my head. "I want to fuck you," he told me.
I certainly wasn't going to turn that down. I kicked the jeans off one of my legs and lay back with my head on the arm rest. He plunged his cock into my hole so hard that was all it took to make me come and I pulled him against me and screamed into his neck, begging him not to stop. I had one leg on the floor and the other wrapped around his waist urging him deeper as he fucked me, battering my head against the door. A crowd of people walked by on the sidewalk. I could hear them, he evidently could see them, because he picked his head up to look worriedly out the window. I grabbed the neck of his shirt to get his attention. "Don't stop," I whispered. It must have been the right thing to say, because he suddenly started to pound me savagely. I was sure we were shaking the car, sure we were going to break the headrest and possibly the entire door. I felt his cock throbbing and he came, harder than I'd even seen from him before. He crushed me against his chest and kissed me hard. We lay there like that for a moment, spent and unable to move. "That is not the way I remember car sex being like when I was in high school," I informed him.
"Um, no," he replied laughing, as we reassembled our clothes. I quickly patted my hair back into place and then we got out of the car and walked across the street for some well deserved drinks with our oblivious friends inside.
He showed up a later than we'd planned due to traffic, so when we got to the bar we were a bit late. Everyone else had arrived - we could see them at the table in the front window from the convenient parking spot we had found directly across the street. He checked his watch. "It's too bad we don't have time to fool around," he joked.
"I really don't see why not," I said. He looked at me to see whether I was being serious (I don't know why, he ought to have known that I was). I tilted my head in a gesture to the backseat.
"Wait, here?" he asked, looking around. We were parked on the side of the busiest street in the neighborhood for traffic and pedestrians, at the tail end of rush hour, directly in front of a storefront and directly across from a crowded bar containing all our friends who were right near the window, and who had no idea we were fucking behind all of their backs. I answered him by way of climbing into the backseat and giving him my "don't be such a baby" look. He glanced around furtively and followed me. He had tinted windows in the back, so we were marginally less visible from there. He kissed me, one hand wrapping my hair around his fist, the other immediately finding my belt. I helped him with the zipper on my jeans and he slid his hand down the front of them, pushing two fingers and then three inside me and twisting them so I gasped. I grabbed a fistful of his shirt and his thigh and buried my head in his chest while he fucked me with his fingers, the heel of his hand pressing hard against my clit until I came for him, hard, pressing my thighs together to still his hand from moving against my now too sensitive clit. I tuned my head up to look at him. "Why exactly do you still have pants on?" I asked.
"Um, I have no idea," he said, and pulled his jeans and boxers down just enough for his hard thick cock to spring out and into my waiting hand. I wrapped it around him and started stroking his cock slowly, intending to warm him up a little before I went down on him, and right at that moment some woman in a Ford Focus decided to park her car directly in front of us and then sit in it fixing her make up. His groan sounded pained. We watched her for almost a full minute while I gently stroked his cock, until it became clear she wasn't going anywhere fast. I decided I didn't care. "Fuck this," I said. "She's not even paying attention anyway," and plunged his entire cock into my mouth. The groan from that sounded much happier. I sucked him deep, his cock hitting the back of my throat on every stroke, my cheeks sucked in around him, gently stroking his balls, savoring the fact that there was a woman feet away from us who could be watching the whole thing if she bothered to look up. He pushed my head all the way down on his cock with both hands and started fucking my face while I fought for every breath, but just before I thought he was going to shoot his spunk down my throat he thought better of it and let go of my head. "I want to fuck you," he told me.
I certainly wasn't going to turn that down. I kicked the jeans off one of my legs and lay back with my head on the arm rest. He plunged his cock into my hole so hard that was all it took to make me come and I pulled him against me and screamed into his neck, begging him not to stop. I had one leg on the floor and the other wrapped around his waist urging him deeper as he fucked me, battering my head against the door. A crowd of people walked by on the sidewalk. I could hear them, he evidently could see them, because he picked his head up to look worriedly out the window. I grabbed the neck of his shirt to get his attention. "Don't stop," I whispered. It must have been the right thing to say, because he suddenly started to pound me savagely. I was sure we were shaking the car, sure we were going to break the headrest and possibly the entire door. I felt his cock throbbing and he came, harder than I'd even seen from him before. He crushed me against his chest and kissed me hard. We lay there like that for a moment, spent and unable to move. "That is not the way I remember car sex being like when I was in high school," I informed him.
"Um, no," he replied laughing, as we reassembled our clothes. I quickly patted my hair back into place and then we got out of the car and walked across the street for some well deserved drinks with our oblivious friends inside.
Monday, January 18, 2010
A Tired Afternoon
After a long day of running around town, the muse and I retired to our hotel room to rest before going out for the night. "I'm too tired for sex," he told me, sprawling on the bed and flipping on the television.
"That's ok," I answered. It wasn't. When I'm around him, I get extremely irritated if he doesn't fuck me every few hours. Between the 6 hour drive the day before, staying overnight that evening with friends, and then spending the whole day out in the city, we hadn't had sex in about 36 hours. I was getting pissed off.
I laid on the bed face down next to him in a t-shirt and leopard print satin panties and pretended to watch football. "I'm not trying to seduce you," I said, "I just needed to get out of those pants and lay down for a while." It was a blatant lie and he knew it. I made a point of adjusting the way I was laying repeatedly so he would have to watch my ass bouncing around. This went on for 10 minutes before he stood up by the edge of the bed and looked at me.
"Get over here then. On your back," he commanded. I turned over and around so that I was laying face up with my head hanging over the edge of the bed. I looked up at him standing over me. He pulled his boxers down to reveal his rock hard cock, which he immediately slid into my already open and waiting mouth. I sucked him happily, reaching back to grab his hips and try to pull him closer. But I didn't need to. He cradled my head in his hands and started fucking my mouth, battering the back of my throat. All I could do was hold on to him and try to breathe.
Just when my eyes began to water he took his cock out of my mouth and tossed me to the middle of the bed. He kicked his boxers off entirely while I yanked off my panties and then he climbed on top of me, sliding his cock easily into my now completely drenched pussy. I wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed him. He was pounding my cunt so hard that the bedspread was starting to chafe my skin. It was exactly what I needed and I came for him almost immediately, hard, soaking his cock even more.
He stopped and kissed me while I was still shaking. "Better?" he asked, smiling sweetly. I was so breathless I could only nod. "Good," he said. He pulled his cock out of me and moved up to kneel over my face. "Now suck my balls." I took his balls in my mouth and sucked, rolling my tongue around them as I did and tried to watch him as he stroked his cock less than an inch away from my face. But he wasn't having that and he ordered me to close my eyes. I settled for running my hands up his legs. Every once in a while he'd pull back from me a bit to slip his cock into my mouth for a few seconds, holding me still by my hair and then pulling back out again and stroking it some more while I licked and sucked at his balls. When he pulled back from me the last time I knew he was ready and I opened my mouth for him without having to be told. I felt his sweet come hit my tongue as he emptied a full day's load into my eager mouth and I moaned happily. I swallowed and sat up, wrapping my arms around his waist and looking up at him. "See?" I said. "I knew you weren't too tired."
"That's ok," I answered. It wasn't. When I'm around him, I get extremely irritated if he doesn't fuck me every few hours. Between the 6 hour drive the day before, staying overnight that evening with friends, and then spending the whole day out in the city, we hadn't had sex in about 36 hours. I was getting pissed off.
I laid on the bed face down next to him in a t-shirt and leopard print satin panties and pretended to watch football. "I'm not trying to seduce you," I said, "I just needed to get out of those pants and lay down for a while." It was a blatant lie and he knew it. I made a point of adjusting the way I was laying repeatedly so he would have to watch my ass bouncing around. This went on for 10 minutes before he stood up by the edge of the bed and looked at me.
"Get over here then. On your back," he commanded. I turned over and around so that I was laying face up with my head hanging over the edge of the bed. I looked up at him standing over me. He pulled his boxers down to reveal his rock hard cock, which he immediately slid into my already open and waiting mouth. I sucked him happily, reaching back to grab his hips and try to pull him closer. But I didn't need to. He cradled my head in his hands and started fucking my mouth, battering the back of my throat. All I could do was hold on to him and try to breathe.
Just when my eyes began to water he took his cock out of my mouth and tossed me to the middle of the bed. He kicked his boxers off entirely while I yanked off my panties and then he climbed on top of me, sliding his cock easily into my now completely drenched pussy. I wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed him. He was pounding my cunt so hard that the bedspread was starting to chafe my skin. It was exactly what I needed and I came for him almost immediately, hard, soaking his cock even more.
He stopped and kissed me while I was still shaking. "Better?" he asked, smiling sweetly. I was so breathless I could only nod. "Good," he said. He pulled his cock out of me and moved up to kneel over my face. "Now suck my balls." I took his balls in my mouth and sucked, rolling my tongue around them as I did and tried to watch him as he stroked his cock less than an inch away from my face. But he wasn't having that and he ordered me to close my eyes. I settled for running my hands up his legs. Every once in a while he'd pull back from me a bit to slip his cock into my mouth for a few seconds, holding me still by my hair and then pulling back out again and stroking it some more while I licked and sucked at his balls. When he pulled back from me the last time I knew he was ready and I opened my mouth for him without having to be told. I felt his sweet come hit my tongue as he emptied a full day's load into my eager mouth and I moaned happily. I swallowed and sat up, wrapping my arms around his waist and looking up at him. "See?" I said. "I knew you weren't too tired."
Waiting
I had a friend who I regularly had over for dinner. He was incredibly funny and entertaining to hang out with. He also very obviously wanted to fuck me. Unfortunately, he was too much of a chicken shit to say so outright, and so the dinner nights went on free of molestation. I was getting really aggravated with it.
One night I'd finally had enough of the polite nice guy routine and decided I was going to have to back him into a corner. He showed up and found me in the kitchen cooking, in stilettos with bright red lipstick and what can only be called a dress in the most academic sense of the word. I made drinks while he found ways to maneuver himself behind me so he could continue to stare without my seeing him. I smirked to myself - he was failing miserably at it.
With dinner in the oven and drinks in hand, we sat on the sofa talking. Except, as I had planned, he was struggling mightily to carry on a conversation. Finally, FINALLY he gave up. "Look," he said. "I don't know how I am supposed to sit here and talk to you without touching you with you looking like that."
"And I don't know," I replied coolly, "where you got the idea that you should." He didn't answer, just held my gaze with a look that said If you don't look away now you're not going to be able to get out of this. I didn't.
Moments passed in tense silence. "Put that drink down," he finally ordered, his hands already sliding inside my dress. "You're going to spill it".
One night I'd finally had enough of the polite nice guy routine and decided I was going to have to back him into a corner. He showed up and found me in the kitchen cooking, in stilettos with bright red lipstick and what can only be called a dress in the most academic sense of the word. I made drinks while he found ways to maneuver himself behind me so he could continue to stare without my seeing him. I smirked to myself - he was failing miserably at it.
With dinner in the oven and drinks in hand, we sat on the sofa talking. Except, as I had planned, he was struggling mightily to carry on a conversation. Finally, FINALLY he gave up. "Look," he said. "I don't know how I am supposed to sit here and talk to you without touching you with you looking like that."
"And I don't know," I replied coolly, "where you got the idea that you should." He didn't answer, just held my gaze with a look that said If you don't look away now you're not going to be able to get out of this. I didn't.
Moments passed in tense silence. "Put that drink down," he finally ordered, his hands already sliding inside my dress. "You're going to spill it".
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Arrival at the Airport
I stand nervously in the arrivals area at the airport fixing my too red lipstick and scolding myself for being ridiculous. There is nothing to be nervous about, I tell myself, he'll be happy with you. I have the platinum blonde hair he asked for up in the high ponytail I know he loves. Red fingernails to match my lipstick. The shiny black thigh high boots I'd bought just for him and practiced walking in for weeks. And I have the dress - black, vinyl, extremely short, plunging neckline, tightly hugging every curve of my body due to the corset lacing up the entire back of it, which also prevents me from wearing any underwear. I'd bought it specifically to wear when I picked him up. I'd shown it to a couple of girlfriends beforehand and they'd all had the same reaction: You are not wearing that to the airport. Yet here I am standing in the airport, feeling conspicuous as the eyes of everyone walking past rake over me, and worried that he won't like his surprise.
The muse came through the gates smiling and greeted me with a kiss. We walked the short distance to the car, chatting about his flight while I opened the trunk and he put his bags inside. Any doubts I had about my appearance were quelled when he reached an arm around my waist and pulled me against his chest, kissing me hard as he ran his hands up the back of my thighs and under my skirt, his nail digging into the cheeks of my ass. A moment later he let me go. We got in the car. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked me when I tried to put my key in the ignition. "We aren't going anywhere yet." He pushed my knees apart and slid his hand up the dress to find my pussy already soaking wet. He pushed his fingers inside me, his thumb pressing hard on my clit while I buried my face in his neck whimpering. After not having been touched in five months, I was ready to come almost immediately, but just when I was on the brink he abruptly pulled away from me. "People," he said by way of explanation and I looked up to see a group of them walking right in front of my car. I moaned with the agony of being so close to orgasm and then having it taken away from me, but they were gone as quickly as they'd appeared and he was back inside me, expertly fucking me with his fingers as I clung to his shoulders and begged him for more. When I came for him it was all the more intense from being made to start all over again, my whole body shuddering as waves of pleasure rushed over me. "God, I missed you," I said when it was over.
He slid his fingers out of my pussy. "Good," he replied while he pushed them in my mouth for me to suck clean. When I'd finished, he kissed my mouth softly. "We can go now," he said.
The muse came through the gates smiling and greeted me with a kiss. We walked the short distance to the car, chatting about his flight while I opened the trunk and he put his bags inside. Any doubts I had about my appearance were quelled when he reached an arm around my waist and pulled me against his chest, kissing me hard as he ran his hands up the back of my thighs and under my skirt, his nail digging into the cheeks of my ass. A moment later he let me go. We got in the car. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked me when I tried to put my key in the ignition. "We aren't going anywhere yet." He pushed my knees apart and slid his hand up the dress to find my pussy already soaking wet. He pushed his fingers inside me, his thumb pressing hard on my clit while I buried my face in his neck whimpering. After not having been touched in five months, I was ready to come almost immediately, but just when I was on the brink he abruptly pulled away from me. "People," he said by way of explanation and I looked up to see a group of them walking right in front of my car. I moaned with the agony of being so close to orgasm and then having it taken away from me, but they were gone as quickly as they'd appeared and he was back inside me, expertly fucking me with his fingers as I clung to his shoulders and begged him for more. When I came for him it was all the more intense from being made to start all over again, my whole body shuddering as waves of pleasure rushed over me. "God, I missed you," I said when it was over.
He slid his fingers out of my pussy. "Good," he replied while he pushed them in my mouth for me to suck clean. When I'd finished, he kissed my mouth softly. "We can go now," he said.
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