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Apr 6, 2013
Jake looks delicious lying on the bed in his blue boxer briefs, his curly hair still damp from a shower.
“Want a bj?” I ask, sitting down next to him.
He looks up, smiling, “No, I hate those.”
“Oh really?” I say, gently feeling his form over fabric.
Soon he has my tank off and one breast in his mouth and the other in his hand, pinching gently.
“Last night I had a sex dream and an orgasm in my sleep,” I say as my nipples stiffen. “I was tied up and taken advantage of, and I loved it.”
My left breast is warm beneath his lips, and my right tingling in the cool air after a lick.
“At one point I remember having your cock in my mouth while being fucked by another man.”
“That’s hot,” he says, reaching beneath my panties, tracing my lips.
“Let’s play with Adam,” I say.
A little while later, I’m lying on my back, and Jake is kneeling above me, hovering and ready.
“I want your cock in my mouth,” I say. I feel Adam’s tip teasing my vulva, without entering yet.
I open, Jake thrusts, and I moan around him as my throat is filled with his hardness and at the same time my cunt with Adam’s. I take him in all the way, and suck and suck and forget to breathe until he pulls out, gasping as he rubs himself on my face. Adam moves faster now, and every push feels intensified by the pressure of his girth on my g-spot.
“I’m a good little slut, aren’t I?” I ask as I gasp for air and think about how I must remember to breathe next time.
“Yes, you are.”
He moves Adam away from me, freeing my hands.
“Put your hands on my cock,” he says. Now Adam’s pace matches Jake’s, fast thrusts that seem to echo inside of me. My bush is sticky with a mixture of juices and lube, and Jake grabs it, pulling it roughly, how I like it.
My body skips back and forth between my twitching, full cunt, and my wide, full mouth, both dripping.
Jake pulls out again, and shoves my head lower. He’s still wet with my spit, and I stroke him while I lick and suck his balls. He touches my clit for the first time, and my head swirls, my muscles tightening and aching for release.
I moan, moving even lower to his ass, until all I can see and smell is his flesh. I attack it, firing my tongue in rapid circles.
“Oh fuck that feels good,” he says, groaning.
I moan back in answer from below him, and somehow I’m able to keep licking and stroking as I come hard, clenching around Adam as my hips grind up against Jake’s fingers. My pleasure fuels Jake’s, and he joins me in orgasm, his thighs tightening as he squirts onto my neck, my chin, and a few tasty drops on my lips.
Afterwards Jake and I clean up a bit and head to the kitchen to make dinner.
Having served his purpose, Adam gets a quick shower and returns to his drawer, until next time.
Mar 6, 2013
After a Sunday evening of sex, going out for hot wings, and watching the new episode of The Walking Dead, Jake and I have just curled up in bed. Grateful for the soothing feeling of finally being completely still, my tired muscles begin to loosen and settle. I feel Jake shift towards me, and although sleep is beckoning, I open my eyes a little to find him giving me a lustful look. His right arm is beneath the comforter, and I move it to the side, revealing his hand on his erect cock.
At first I think he’s going to reach for me, to try to turn me on and awaken me fully for more sex, and I can’t help but think about how I have to be up in exactly 8 hours.
But he doesn’t. Instead, he simply smiles and says, “Babe, can I jack off while I look at your pussy?”
The calm of his voice, the mixture of affection and arousal on his face, and his simple request sends warmth between my legs, and I feel blood begin to pulse in the part of me he desires.
“Sure baby,” I say, as I shift the covers and open my legs, pulling my panties aside.
“Mmm,” he groans softly as he strokes himself, “it’s so pretty.”
I scoot my ass closer to him, and pull up my t-shirt, gently caressing my breasts. I love watching him touch himself, I love the intimacy of seeing how he plays when I’m not around. Now that I’m closer he reaches out with his free hand, and gently opens my lips a little, feeling around my bush.
“I love how hairy it is. I love everything about it,” he says.
By now my clit is more awake than the rest of me and longs for touch, and I lick a finger and gently attend to it. Jake’s still moving steadily, exploring, but in a way that implies he doesn’t need me to do anything besides lie there for him to admire. For a moment he stops touching himself, and places his face between my legs, giving me a single, long, slow lick before moving back to his original position.
He continues to gaze at my pussy as he strokes himself, and his enthralled expression makes me warm and wet, my fingers gliding easily. I can see and feel him adoring my cunt, even though he’s no longer touching me. I near the edge of an orgasm, and I can sense that he is as well by his increasing speed and intensity.
“I want you to come on me,” I say, moving towards him.
“Where?” he asks.
My first instincts make me say, “On my nipple,” since it’s closest to him, and the perked pink seems like the perfect place. But as we near our climaxes together, I change my mind.
I want more than his warmth on my skin, I want to taste him, to feel our connection.
“No, in my mouth,” I gasp as my legs tighten with my blossoming pleasure and moans seep from my lips. He moves over me.
“Now,” he says.
Just as he begins to flow, I cup his head between my warm lips, shuddering with the last moments of my own ecstasy, sucking him gently as he groans and his thrusts slow to a stop. I release him from my mouth’s grip, and he squeezes out one last bit.
I lick it off and smile up at him. We kiss and mutter words about how hot it was, and say goodnight.
And as I gently slip back into the cocoon of sleep, I savor the lasting taste of him.
Nov 21, 2012
Stretched out before me are naked women on all fours, asses in the air, heads down, in a line. I don’t know who they are or where they came from, nor do I care. All I know is that I like the view, a landscape of curving fleshy hills, hips shoved together, open, willing holes, and perched feet. Jake, towering like a God with his long curly hair and toned muscles, stands motionless nearby, awaiting my commands.
I approach a curvy bottom, attracted to her pink, dangling lips, and the mess of long, dark brown hair that covers her face near the ground like a thick curtain.
“Give her pretty little pussy 3 licks,” I say, pointing.
Her thighs twitch as he approaches, and he moves his tongue slowly, taking his time. When he’s done, she stays completely still, and so does he.
“Now, beg him to fuck you,” I say, as I run my hand between her cheeks. I move to Jake, and continue, “And you, spank her until you really believe that she wants it.”
Her voice rises like smoke from below, and starts as a soft whisper, “Please, fuck me.” The thud from Jake’s palm echoes her words, and she begins to ask louder, “Please, please, fuck me.”
“Harder!” I order, as his hand strikes each side, his hits gradually escalating in intensity.
It’s not long before her gorgeous, supple ass is bright pink, her legs are quivering, and she’s screaming, pleading, crying for his cock. I wait until I see moisture trickling down her legs.
“Now, fuck her.”
I growl as his hardness parts her swollen folds, and they both grunt in unison as his hips slap against her flushed skin.
“Now, stop,” I say after only a few moments, knowing she needs much more, knowing she’s aching to be filled and fulfilled.
“Get up and come fuck me like a good little slut,” I say, and like an eager puppy she kneels in front of me, wasting no time before she’s licking and pushing fingers into me like she’s searching for a much needed treat. I haven’t seen her face until now, and I admire her bright green eyes when she glances up to see how I’m responding as her mouth is buried. She wiggles her ass, and I pet it softly, sinking into the feelings of her hot lips, her slippery tongue, and her greedy fingers.
“Who wants to get fucked next?” I gasp loudly, trying to retain control as my legs shake and my breathing sputters.
A chorus of desperate voices cries out, “Me, please, me!”
“Start with her,” I say, pointing to the nearest woman, “and then keep going down the row, all of them.”
I watch as Jake moves from one to the next, and with each gasp, each quiver as the hot head of his cock enters, I fall deeper into my own pleasure. Women at the end of the line grow impatient, shaking and dripping, begging for him to hurry so they can have a turn.
I close my eyes and enjoy the sounds, the heavy breathing, the moaning, the screams of ecstasy. My woman’s tongue moves faster, and she pushes her wet cunt onto my leg, and groans as her now plump clit rubs against my bare skin. My pussy grips her skilled fingers, and suddenly I feel my urgent need.
“Do you want me to come on you?” I ask her, already knowing her answer.
“Yes, please,” she replies instantly. “Come on my face, on my breasts, in my mouth,” she says as she pulls her lips off, my juices smeared all over her beautiful cheeks, her fingers still pulling and rubbing me frantically.
I scream and push her out, and she tilts her head back, mouth open, as my wetness showers her. When I’m done, she licks the remaining liquid from my thighs, her hands gripping my legs, her hair drenched. I grab her by the chin roughly, pulling her face up until she’s close, gazing into my eyes.
“Do you want to get back in line now my dear; do you want that hard cock inside of you?”
“Yes, oh please god yes,” she says, touching herself at the thought. I give her the go ahead and she crouches at the end of the row, sticking her ass up to match all of the others.
Jake’s still making his way down the line like I told him, and the ones who have already been fucked lay collapsed in a heap, arms and legs tangled. I walk slowly toward them, and they gaze up at me attentively. I rub one of my bare feet along a curvy blonde woman’s chest, and she swallows one of my toes, sucking gently. They all stare at me, waiting.
“Who wants another turn?” I ask to no one in particular.
“Me!” they all answer anxiously.
“You’ll have to work for it,” I tease, and they surround me, pleading with their bodies, every limb busy trying to compete for my attention. I sigh as someone’s fingers press inside, and a mouth circles my clit, teeth biting my nipples, tongues in both ears, feet covered by hot, damp lips and hands caressing every morsel of my skin.
After coming again and again, after I’ve covered them all with my sweat and come and sex, I send them back to the line, where Jake’s still busy. I take a break to give more orders, like fuck her mouth, now take her ass, now grip her neck, move to the next, now finger the pussy on each side of you as you thrust, now rub your cock between her breasts.
I touch myself as I watch, and after they’ve all been fucked, I ask, “Now, who wants his come?”
They all shout a different answer:
“No, on my big tits!”
“On my wet cunt”
“Please, on my pretty face”
“Me, on my ass”
“Inside my ass!”
“Please, in my mouth!”
They crowd around him, gaping holes, perked nipples, thrashing limbs, fighting, entwined together like a net.
I see the woman, my favorite, who so willingly drank my come like a delicacy, and I lean over and rub her head, nodding at Jake towards her. She opens her mouth again, eyes wide as he spurts into her parted lips.
When he’s done, he’s still hard, his cock trembling.
“Get back in line,” I demand, and they quickly form a new row, sticking their asses as high as possible, scrambling to get a spot close to where I stand.
I look at Jake and smile. He can’t make a move without my word, his dick is mine. He raises his eyebrows ever so slightly, questioning.
“Yes,” I answer out loud, rubbing myself roughly, “again!”
Nov 4, 2012
Every time I sit, the pressure on my finger shaped bruises makes me wince. This morning (more like afternoon) I woke up sore in all sorts of weird places: my knees, my pussy, my neck, my legs, but mainly my poor ass. I’ve been spanked before, but these strong, relentless slaps left my butt streaked with purple and red, and my skin sore to the slightest touch.
As always Jake has been giving me lusty looks all day, and I admit I’ve been trying to keep myself busy with other things. As hot as the flashbacks make me, like remembering being yanked up from the floor by my hair or whispered words of filth while he’s inside, my body says no. It says I need a fucking break, literally.
All day I’ve struggled with this, with the arousal bubbling inside me as my mind wanders to the previous night’s ecstasy, and my sore muscles and bruises protesting with every move. I park my computer on my lap like a castle moat, hoping to protect myself from Jake’s delicious but at the moment potentially painful touch. I think he’s got the hint, and although he’s made a few suggestive comments, we’ve each been busy doing other things.
In an absent minded moment, I make the mistake of pulling my tank top down below my breast to caress my sore nipple, and before I know it Jake’s lips have taken over, the bulge in his shorts hardening instantly.
“Be gentle,” I say, giggling, as he releases my other breast, “they’re still really sore.”
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he rubs his hand over my panties.
“And what about this?” He squeezes it gently, awakening my clit.
“Yes, that too. I don’t know if I can handle being fucked again yet.”
“I didn’t say anything about fucking.”
With that he licks his middle finger, reaching inside this time. I close my eyes and focus on his hands, and his warm breath alternating between my nipples and my lips. Lustful memories surface again, and when I open my eyes, I know he’s thinking the exact same thing.
“You’re such a good little slut,” he says.
“Yes,” I answer, smiling, “I am.”
Anxious to prove it, I pull down a blanket from the futon and kneel on it in front of him, ignoring the thudding pain from my bruises. I start from below, licking slowly, using my tongue to bounce his cock back and forth. I take my time, I take him all the way in, I kiss every inch. I close my eyes again, and I rub him over my face, on my chest, on my lips. I don’t understand why some women hate giving oral; there’s so much power in it.
His body sunk into the couch, his dick in my mouth, the glazed look in his eyes. He is mine, and I love it.
I feel him getting close, his balls moving upwards and his thighs clenching, and I stop. His hand is quickly where my mouth was, and he watches as I stand up silently. I don’t have to say what I want, he knows I’ve changed my mind; not only can I handle being fucked again, I want to be fucked again, I need it.
The next few minutes are a mess of heavy breathing, clothing flying through the air, and a race of mouths to body parts. I win, swallowing him, and he comes in a close second, three fingers inside me tugging at my g-spot like it’s war. I let out a muffled moan, and try to remember to suck as I’m quickly distracted by the rockets of heat shooting from my thighs and now a finger in my ass. I realize he’s not in my mouth anymore when I open my eyes, but his cock is still hard and ready without my assistance. I don’t protest as he buries himself between my legs, and my moaning crescendos with every lick.
I’m at the top, I can almost feel my Everest, my peak, when he gives me a taste of my own bittersweet medicine, pulling his fingers out and mouth off of my hot wetness just before I make it.
My hands storm my clit, hoping to maintain his momentum, but he flips me over, parting my throbbing lips easily. I wriggle below him, pushing back on him on him roughly. He grips my ass, and the threat of another spanking makes my muscles tighten, my breathing desperate. My right hand moves toward my pussy again; I’m so close.
“Not yet,” he says, pulling both of my arms back, leaving my clit screaming for attention.
In this position, with him thrusting from behind and pulling my arms backward, I can’t move an inch. All I can do is moan into the sheets and my knotted hair beneath me. At first I protest a little, trying to break from his grip. He holds tight.
“Oh that feels so good,” I mumble, and for a minute he lessens his hold. I take advantage of this, trying to sneak my hand around, but it’s twisted back behind me before I can say, “fuck.”
I give up, letting my pussy feel him from within instead. I can’t see anything, fused to the bed, wet and tangled. He twists a little, pulling my hips up, and gets me where I need it.
“Oh, god, please!”
“Now!” he answers, releasing my right hand but still thrusting, and as soon as I touch myself I crumble, my body flooded with a pleasure so strong it could carve rocks or uproot trees. I’m useless for a few moments, a sweaty clenching mess, but he keeps going.
Almost every time I orgasm, I think I can’t take anymore, can’t take anymore pleasure. But I can. And I feel the greed growing inside, the need for more. I climb on top of him, making sure to rub my hips for just the right amount of friction. I spin around, reverse, and hold my cheeks open as I slow down a bit. I need another one, another orgasm, another release. He senses me slowing, sees my creeping fingers, and pulls me down on top of him.
I love how he throws me around like I’m weightless, and soon I’m below him again, face to face. I can tell he’s close by the primal look in his eyes, and hoping to join him I tap on my clit.
“No,” he says, pinning my arms. He gazes into me as he moves faster, and I thrust myself up to meet him. My clit throbs and feels like it will burst open, but I ignore it. Bound and forced to focus on only the feeling of his cock, the fire inside me grows, feelings flashing like sparks in every direction. My moaning becomes screaming as he moves harder, and then I lose my breath, gasping as I erupt from inside out. Jake mirrors my explosion with his own, hot spurts sprinkling my stomach.
After, being the gentleman he is, Jake towels me off as I lay motionless on the bed, regaining my energy. He turns me over, caressing my sore bottom, tracing a sticky spot he missed over my sensitive skin.
“That was hot,” I say, “you denying me another clitoral orgasm.”
He’s done this before, kept me from touching myself, but he usually touches me instead, or eventually lets me go. For us it’s usually more about teasing than power-play.
“I wouldn’t have had that amazing g-spot orgasm, my clit gets too greedy,” I continue, “I love how sometimes you know just what I need. Like today, mmm.”
I trace my fingers around my breasts, relishing in my post-sex naked sweatiness.
“Yea, I thought you said you didn’t want to fuck today,” he says, grinning.
Aug 29, 2012
The night was warm and wet, and small beads of sweat trickled between my breasts. I felt like walking sex with so much bare skin showing in my vintage tube top, and I felt curious eyes drift over me as I returned to our table with a fresh beer. Putting a hand on his leg as I dipped into my seat, I followed Jake’s lustful gaze.
“What about her?” he asked, eyeing a young blonde in a flowery dress.
“She looks a little prissy,” I answered, “but hot.”
“I wonder if she would be interested in both of us,” Jake mused, moving closer.
“I wonder what her pussy looks like,” I said, glancing around to gauge if anyone could hear our conversation.
If they could, they didn’t show it.
When we got home later, I told Jake I was tired and wanted go to sleep soon. I could tell he craved a late night fuck, but I wanted to torture him a little. Sitting on the futon together, I put my bare feet in his lap and told him to rub them as we talked and watched TV. Since we had been checking people out together all night, the topic of threesomes drifted into our conversation again, and I mentioned a tall, cute guy with brown hair I had flirted with while ordering a drink at the bar.
“I think he wanted to fuck me,” I said.
“Of course he did,” Jake said, kissing my toes playfully.
“Next time you should tell him to come home with us,” he continued, “if you want to get fucked extra hard.”
I couldn’t help but rub myself gently over my panties, picturing Jake and the other man standing over me, two big hands on my breasts and two squeezing my ass.
“Where would you want us to come?” he asked.
“Hmm, I guess it depends on what position I’m in,” I answered, feeling my pussy moisten through the soft cotton, my nipples perking in anticipation.
Not wasting any time, we rushed to the bedroom, peeling off our clothes along the way.
“I want to be your fuck toy tonight,” I said as he stood at the edge of the bed, his cock rising like a proud flag.
Without using my hands, I searched for his penis with my mouth, and he waved it back in forth, his hardness hitting my cheek.
“You don’t get it yet,” he said slyly, grabbing my chin with one hand and holding my face to his. I looked into his eyes and saw that his look had intensified.
“Lie on your back,” he instructed, and I quickly changed positions, with my body lying face up on the bed, my head tilted back over the edge near where he stood, almost upside down.
Without asking, he thrust himself into my mouth, and I frantically moved my tongue around him, eager to please. He held my arms down on the bed, trapping me in my deliciously vulnerable position.
“All the way,” he said softly, although still in a rough, aroused voice, “you can do it.”
I stopped moving my tongue and focused all of my effort on relaxing every muscle in my throat and moving my head so he was at just the right angle. He thrusted hard, and I was amazed with how far he went. I’ve deep throated him plenty of times, but in this position it felt like he was further inside than ever before.
“That’s it,” he said, “good girl.”
By now I could feel my pussy dripping and pulsing with excitement, even though he hadn’t touched me yet. He kept thrusting, deeper and deeper, and I gagged a few times, not enough to make me stop, but enough to make me feel even more out of control, even more that I wanted nothing other than to give him immense pleasure.
Just when the thrusting began to feel like too much, too hard, too fast, he grabbed my hair and pulled my head up towards his. His cheek now pressed roughly against mine, he held one hand tight around my neck and the other parted my throbbing lips, his fingers moving hard inside me. I could feel my spit dripping down my neck.
“You’re a good little mouth,” he said, as I moaned with the sudden powerful penetration, “and a good pussy” I answered, nodding my head slightly as he continued.
“Just imagine,” he said, “soon we will do this again, but while you’re busy sucking my dick, you’re going to get fucked too.”
His words came to life in my mind, and I pictured another hard cock filling up my mouth, silencing my moans and gasps, leaving me even more breathless and helpless, submitting to pleasure. My first orgasm rushed over me, my legs flailing beneath him, and I thought he would stop after feeling my pussy tighten and clench around his fingers, but he didn’t. He kept going.
“Oh fuck baby,” I gasped, another orgasm blossoming from deep inside.
“Do you want me to fuck your mouth again?” he asked, expecting me to nod in approval.
“No,” I retorted instead, “I want you to fuck my ass.”
“Mmm,” he groaned, “stay still.”
I waited for a few minutes that seemed like forever and then felt the cool trickle of lube between my legs. I was on all fours, propped on my elbows, and I began stroking my clit lightly with one hand. I needed to relax. I focused on my breathing as I felt a finger caress my tight hole, moving in slow circles.
“That feels so good baby,” I moaned as he teased me mercilessly.
When he finally put a finger in, I was ready, and I wanted more. When he pulled out his finger I felt something harder, a glass plug.
“Time to warm up your tight little ass,” he said as he pushed it in slowly, listening for my cues. I sighed as it passed my threshold, popping into place. Before I could move he thrust his hard cock inside my soft cunt, and I felt wet and full and ready to erupt. Raw emotions bubbled inside me, exploding from my mouth.
“I want to give you a double blow job,” I moaned from below him as he kept thrusting madly, “she’ll suck your cock, and I’ll lick your balls and your ass.”
I turned around a little so I could see that look on his face when he fucks me, the wild intensity of it.
“I can’t wait to see you fuck another pussy; I can’t wait to lick her clit while you thrust into her, you’ll fuck her good baby,” I said, closing my eyes and picturing it.
“Fuck yes,” he answered, pulling out of me quickly and pivoting me roughly towards him, pumping his cock with one hand and shoving my head toward it with the other. I swallowed him again whole, and I tasted myself on his cock and smelled my juices on his balls as my nose pressed up firmly against them. I love the way my pussy smells, and I groaned and licked and moved my mouth frantically, my animal instincts taking over. When he finally pulled out again, I could barely breathe, and I tried my best to muster up an answer when he asked roughly, “do you want me to fuck your ass now?”
“Yes,” I said, moving quickly back to my position on all fours, sticking my butt up high in the air. He tugged on the plug, which made me feel like I was going to come again, but I held back, using all of my self control not to stroke myself yet.
He stopped touching me for a minute, and images flashed through my mind: sucking two cocks at once, back and forth, a woman’s moist and plump pussy lips in my face, being thrown around like a doll, four hands between my legs.
My fantasies dissipated as I felt a warm thwack on my right ass cheek, the concentrated sting of a crop that I hadn’t felt in a long time.
“Harder,” I said as he brought it down again on the other check. After a few hits, I felt close to orgasm again, and nearly came when he suddenly brought it down on my pussy, the sting sending waves of pleasure, making me twitch and writhe.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped, trying not to come yet, trying to control myself, but I could hear myself moan louder and louder, as if I was outside of my body looking in, observing. He pulled out the plug, and my right hand gravitated to my pussy automatically. I squeezed my mound and cupped my hand over myself, waiting anxiously. Jake rubbed his cock over my ass; he knew I was more than ready but kept me waiting just long enough. I gasped when he finally pushed himself into me, and now I was more than relaxed and eager.
“How’s this baby?” he asked, grunting loudly, gripping my hips and moving faster.
“Just right,” I answered, feeling myself getting closer. Every movement he made felt like an explosion of sensation, my tight ass squeezing him, feeling him, taking him in deeper. I got that familiar timeless sensation I usually get during sex, except this time it was all slow motion, and every thrust seemed to last forever, the feelings swelling and intensifying.
“Oh god I’m going to come,” I gasped, my clit throbbing frantically beneath my fingers as my pussy and ass tightened. I felt dizzy and warm and consumed as the orgasm I had been prolonging took over me, my body flushing and shaking, my heartbeat slowing to an all encompassing loud pulse, sending blood rushing through my head, my arms, my legs, my pussy, my neck.
I gasped again, almost falling off of the edge of the bed as he pulled out and came, his warm semen splashing my back. I felt like I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak. Jake must have sensed my helplessness, as he pulled me up onto the bed before I could topple over the side. I was way too tired to shower and passed out drenched in come and sweat.
The next morning, I woke up still wet, my hand on my cunt, smiling at the memory of the previous night’s ecstasy as I felt the slickness of lube between my thighs.