I heard the click of the key-card in the lock and reached for the pocket vibe. Hubby is always fascinated watching it at work. Men love tools. Bright smile for him as he rounded the corner to see more than just calves in black pumps that he could see from the door.
"Hi, honey...getting lunch warmed up."
"I can help you with that!" he grinned as he plopped between my wantonly spread legs.
Grabbing him by the hair..I used my new Dominatrix voice and said, "NO, that is desert." Pulling him up astride me, I gave him a deep searching tongue kiss. I wasn't trying to recreate the make-out session for Marcus, or indulge in the kinky fantasy of him being able to taste him on my lips still, but both thoughts flashed through my mind. Mostly though I just wanted to make-out. Several early fumbling sessions, mostly in cars, also flashed. I wondered what kind of rental car he had gotten, I was kind of hoping for a Mustang or a Charger.
Back in the present he looked pleased as well. I was near to getting off as was he from his bulging dockers hitting me just right. I was suddenly well, cock-hungry, to coin a phrase and rolled him over. I attacked his pants after fumbling the belt out of the loops. The flash of pale blue when I unzipped the fly caught me off guard.
"Hmmm wasn't expecting that..." His cock looked tumescent to borrow from a romance novel I read once. It looked huge peeking out of the top of the distended panties. Kinda hot.
"It was sort of your idea...my jockeys weren't dry this morning after washing them in the sink."
"You could have gone commando.." I teased "But I'm glad you didn't. I kinda like you pussy whipped, so to speak."
"You have always had me whipped." he said with a confidant grin. Possibly the most romantic thing he has ever said to me.
That earned him a $500 blow-job, and as he told me later a couple of dirty looks he ignored when he was 15 minutes late coming back from a 20 minute break. apparently some kind of continuing education class and the rules on how long their butts have to be collectively in the chairs is fixed. He said I told them, sorry, my wife just got in and I lost track of time saying hello. The class roared when the instructor said "tell her hello from me later."
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Sexy Texts.
I'm sure I look horrendous...didn't even go into the bathroom to freshen up after my flight as I don't want to see the dark circles under my eyes. I was up way to late having barely slept for two hours before I had to get up to catch my 7:00am flight. I slept on the plane where I didn't even mind that no doubt one or both of the single men I was sandwiched between probably had a look down my shirt at my bra-less tits. It would have distracted them from noticing the bags under my eyes.
I went through my phone to figure out what, exactly, I had told my husband about my whereabouts and activities of the day before.
me: Alone in the hotel bar waiting to be propositioned by some traveling salesman.
~basically true but the proposition had already been made (by me) and accepted
hub: Make sure you tell him it can be a tax deductible expense.
~Well the room was. Room service and mini bar is like, what 15% deductible?
me: Can't talk, I've got my lips around his cock.
~a little out of time sequence, I'd finished the fellatio but I could still taste him on my lips, so basically true.
hub: You are killing me, I can't stand up for fear of introducing 'Woody' to a room full of accountants and he just doesn't swing that way.
~thats a good one I may have to start calling it Woody.
(a while later after grabbing the phone off the nightstand to silence the messsage waiting beep and noticing the above.)
me: Oh I could use Woody right now. I am riding him cowgirl style, tits swinging inhis face grazing his lips and my ass is presented like a bitch in heat. Now would be a good time for DP.
~this was actually true in real time but I had to straighten up to type that.
hub: DP? who's that?
me: Double Penetration. If you bring an accountant friend He could triple stuff my mouth.
~I forget sometimes that his online perving (as far as I can tell) consists of NOT reading it for the articles.
There were a few more that he sent that went unanswered basically just fishing for more 'fantasy texts' as I called them later. I did talk to him last night and spun him a fine tale that it was implied but not implicitly stated that he was stroking to. Interestingly I didn't include any of the actual details from my date...compartmentalizing, I guess.
So after reviewing those I sent him a new one:
me: You should talk to the hotel about their security.
hub: About?
me: A sleepy, bedraggled looking woman (probably some whore worn out from a night of servicing clients) told them she was your wife. They not only gave out your room number but helpfully made her a key!
hub: How much do we have budgeted for whores on this trip?
me: This one is going to cost you $500.
We determined that he has already had his lunch break but they broke for 20 minutes in about an hour...so I sent:
me: Come on up I'll tell the whore to have your lunch ready.
I went through my phone to figure out what, exactly, I had told my husband about my whereabouts and activities of the day before.
me: Alone in the hotel bar waiting to be propositioned by some traveling salesman.
~basically true but the proposition had already been made (by me) and accepted
hub: Make sure you tell him it can be a tax deductible expense.
~Well the room was. Room service and mini bar is like, what 15% deductible?
me: Can't talk, I've got my lips around his cock.
~a little out of time sequence, I'd finished the fellatio but I could still taste him on my lips, so basically true.
hub: You are killing me, I can't stand up for fear of introducing 'Woody' to a room full of accountants and he just doesn't swing that way.
~thats a good one I may have to start calling it Woody.
(a while later after grabbing the phone off the nightstand to silence the messsage waiting beep and noticing the above.)
me: Oh I could use Woody right now. I am riding him cowgirl style, tits swinging inhis face grazing his lips and my ass is presented like a bitch in heat. Now would be a good time for DP.
~this was actually true in real time but I had to straighten up to type that.
hub: DP? who's that?
me: Double Penetration. If you bring an accountant friend He could triple stuff my mouth.
~I forget sometimes that his online perving (as far as I can tell) consists of NOT reading it for the articles.
There were a few more that he sent that went unanswered basically just fishing for more 'fantasy texts' as I called them later. I did talk to him last night and spun him a fine tale that it was implied but not implicitly stated that he was stroking to. Interestingly I didn't include any of the actual details from my date...compartmentalizing, I guess.
So after reviewing those I sent him a new one:
me: You should talk to the hotel about their security.
hub: About?
me: A sleepy, bedraggled looking woman (probably some whore worn out from a night of servicing clients) told them she was your wife. They not only gave out your room number but helpfully made her a key!
hub: How much do we have budgeted for whores on this trip?
me: This one is going to cost you $500.
We determined that he has already had his lunch break but they broke for 20 minutes in about an hour...so I sent:
me: Come on up I'll tell the whore to have your lunch ready.
A First-Class Fuck.
Starting in a first class hotel probably helped, I think. I thought about that before and once during, and it felt, kind of mercenary to have that thought. Like the girl that goes out with the orthodontist's son because he will pick her up in Daddy's black Porsche 928.
But it isn't that. I'm not putting out because he is validating my worth by spending money. I am putting out because I met him, flirted with him, got to know him, wondered how he'd be sexually, fantasized about him sexually, and finally asked if he wouldn't mind fucking me. So it's about the sex.
But clean (600 thread count-ish?) sheets, a nice view of a beautiful, room service, (pretending we had nothing to hide just the Mr. and Mrs. made it seem true..we WERE a couple at least for then), really good triple distilled Irish Whiskey (not my usual drink but he explained that quality is key in enjoying such spirits..when in Rome..)all conspired to give this affair an air of legitimacy.
I had spun a tale for hubby the be-careful-what-you-wish-for cuckold of me being a hooker and all the filthy degrading things the client "made me" do. In fairness I explained to him how hot I got at playing the whore, how wet his insistent violations of every orifice made me. And thinking of it that way did make me incredibly horny. The husk in my voice telling him this tale of debauchery was genuine.
The reality was not nearly as athletically kinky, but just a leg-quiveringly erotic in it's own way.
I was dressed in a plausible I'm-in-town-on-business suit, with my planned kinky underwear on beneath. I thought check-in would feel slutty. I was sure CHEATER would be written all over my expression, and his. He seemed practiced, and if my twinges of excited slutty guilt showed the very friendly, sharp girl at the counter registered nothing.
In the elevator on the way up, no bags but my small clutch, I teased, "You seemed pretty practiced at that."
"What handing over a corporate card, or the part where I asked for a room with a nice view?"
Punching him I said, "No the whole fuck a married woman in broad daylight in a fancy hotel practiced."
"I'm pretty sure you are not the first married woman to be fucked in this hotel, some even by their husband.. Why would you assume that she would have assumed that our rings don't signify fidelity to each other?"
Wow...a lot in that statement.
"Besides. I put Mr. and Mrs. Smith down on the register!"
"You DID NOT...by the way how do you get away with it as far as showing up on the card and so on?"
"Well I normally don't do this sort of thing here in town, but road trips are a thing of the past with my last promotion so there is a bit of risk this time. Since I am the one that approves expenses, I'll shift it to a guy that actually is in town tomorrow, I'll probably book him into this hotel to keep the billing simple..you should probably check out before he gets here though unless you have a thing for drug pushers in general.." (He works in sales for a pharmaceutical company. He makes that joke a lot. At first I wondered if that was a 'hey I can get you drugs' ploy but doesn't seem to be. Just what he does.
I'm starting to turn this into a novel complete with dialog, and didn't plan to get into the whole, then I said, then he put his hand, then he said...thing...
I was trying to capture the essence of the experience. I read I think in Jessica's Blog not exactly Haiku clearly prose...I don't know poetry styles well enough to describe it but she captured an experience (was it maybe a fantasy?) with a couple of words on each line the way you would in a Haiku. (It wasn't I counted the syllables......wow way off track here...)
For example I had the hooker me forced to her knees by a handful of hair before she got in the door. He led me by the hand to the bed, sat me there and then went and opened the drapes. I felt radiant and expectant with sunlight on my face.
His hand in my hair just adjusted the tilt of my head as he gave a long soulful, deep, wet kiss. That was followed my more kissing. Deep exploring getting to know you melding kisses. I hadn't made out like that since high school.
I couldn't picture how his first moves would be, how I would strip, or be undressed, how to pose to best accentuate my tits and minimize my belly.
None of that mattered, once the whole getting to know you through nonverbal oral communication started, mouths and tongues just went where they went and the brain fuzzily caught glimpses as I went along for the delicious ride.
His lips and tongue and gently grazing teeth found my nipple. I wasn't sure when or how I'd lost my cute snug button-up Liz Claiborne knit top, but I'm guessing it was a button at a time. His fingers? Mine? I don't know, but I remember being glad I had chosen the pretty bra that was folded down a bit under my ample right breast.
I blushed a bit when his roving hands found first the garter straps, stroked the tops of my stockings and then found my wet folds with no fabric as barrier. Going panty-less seemed kinky sexy when I got ready, and sort of silly when luxuriating like a grownup in a classy room.
He smiled and said, "What a sexy surprise!" which was perfect.
I mostly let him lead until as he was kissing down my belly with clear intentions, I thought about the sequence I had imagined and told him, "Wait.."
"Me first" I said and went after his belt. It was only then I realized that I looked like the victim of several bad hands in a game of strip poker and he had barely his shoes off. Puzzled I recalled my hands and his warm skin, realized I had reached under and into and somehow he'd lost the hold of his belt and the button on his pants...
I wriggled him out of his pants, and insisted on the socks. "You may NOT fuck me with your socks on!" Ever agreeable, he took them off in a mock strip tease and threw them at (as if out) the window. I laughed out loud as trite as that is these days.
I couldn't help notice that he wore the same brand (or at least the same stripe) shorts as Hubby and giggled realizing hubby had only the pair he was wearing along with the underwear I wasn't wearing that was in his suitcase...
Marcus (for that is Early Bird's name) asked what was funny. Despite having talked to Jim (my co-worker) about the whole panty thing, it seemed suddenly disloyal to set him up in that way. To encourage him to wear them, then giggle about it while cuckolding him. I mean I know that is how it's done and he might even find it arousing for all I know, but still it was a line, and I kept it to myself.
I lied a little and told Marcus I was thinking about texting hubby and telling him how my day was going. That wasn't a total lie. I had someone's blog where she did that sort of thing giving hubby updates from a date..(that particular cuck loved that. If I find the post I'll link it)
He said, "Well you have your hands kind of full you want to dictate and I'll type it in for you?"
I was groping his engorged cock with both hands through his jockeys. "No good. Can't dictate, my mouth is going to be busy." I grinned as I gently eased the waistband from being hung-up on the tip. It was a very nice cock as they go. Laying on his back it looks best I think. Standing it looks like a handle usually, (which is why men are so easily led by them) Heaven help then if the have to move about erect it looks awkward as hell.
Anyway I hear size descriptions and such in a lot of posts and I figure him for about the same size as hubby's. Hubby passes and sometimes surpasses the "dollar bill test" so maybe 6-7 inches? About "just right" for me. Much longer and I gotta watch positions. I remember this one skinny long distance runner I fucked a couple of times much to his apparent amazement. He actually hurt me once with my legs over his shoulders...I wondered at the time how much was too much and actually got out a folder I had in my book bag that had a ruler printed on the edge. Apparently 7 1/2 inches deep is where my cervix starts...well enough of the anatomy lesson...who brought that up?
He had thoughtfully shaved his balls..(Oh that sounds first class all graphic but how else do you describe it? Smooth pink testicles?) He was circumcised. It was kind of pretty. Kind of a nice mushroom shape to the little helmet. Soft point then flaring gently. Throbbing vein down the length, but that might have been my fault.
I took my time, not using any particular practiced or remembered technique. Just kissing and nuzzling and licking and engulfing and a little bobbing. He considerately warned me of what I already knew, that I was holding him on knife edge, suckling a little watch the smooth pink testicles tighten, ease off and back...I was really enjoying myself in its own right.
"You keep that up it's going to go off!"
"You promise?" with a real long especially lascivious slurp. "Just in case, is this re-loadable? I mean does your company stock those little blue pills?"
"As a matter of fact, I'm going to recommend the boys in R&D contact you about your lips, I think they might be the next thing, and our patent is getting close to that 'we gotta find a new drug mark!"
Flattery will get you an appreciative full-service finish, and I did, and he did. I thought about my 'new rule' and went in for a kiss. He was just as enthusiastic as he had been and actually said "Wow, thanks that was great!"
"Anytime." I said, and I think I mean that. We still had I figured more than a couple of hours before he had to be anywhere and hubby would be assuming I was at work still so I wasn't worried about "my turn." But he was.
He still had the uniquely male post-coital goofy look on his face as he tried to reposition me and him to return the favor...
"No rush, we have lots of time to get these re-filled," I said tickling those smooth pink....
He was actually still twitching and a little more trickled out onto his belly. I dipped fingertips in the small trail and brought them to my lips tenderly savoring. He visibly shuddered.
He seemingly distractedly was tracing fingers up and down my slit, and it took not much at all to get me parted and a couple of fingers in and exploring. He was more thorough than my last gyno exam and gently found ALL the right spots. It helps that I was soaked.
I wasn't sure exactly how or when as I drifted towards bliss but at some point his fingers were joined by a thumb on my clit and a probing tongue. He paid me back for the teasing and it was wonderful...right up to the edge and back and higher each time till I was just riding this crest..one long wave it felt like...part of it was technique, but looking down at his face and seeing not hubby was more of a guilty pleasure than I expected...at one point later he mentioned that I had his hair firmly in grip and was bucking up into his face. I din;t recall that..
"Good thing it wasn't a toupee!" he smiled.
When it came time for actual penetration, he had come up with a condom. I felt like an idiot..I had some in my purse, was just sure start to finish I would be safe, even wanted to try the whole roll it on with your mouth trick, but I hadn't even thought of one...I'm glad he did, and told him so. Oral is risky in and of itself but slightly less so than what was to come. I didn't like thinking about the harsh realities of risk in fucking a guy that admittedly fucks a lot of women.
We talked about it, and he said he does get tested regularly but I would be dumb to take him at his word. He says for him it is less risky he feels as he has less exposure. He says its risky but most of the women he has been with it is an anomaly for them, a fling they have with the traveling salesman only to bury their guilty secret in renewed marital bliss. He says he has a few he keeps in contact with and from time to time, well fucks.
Weirdly I felt a twinge of jealousy. About a man I was fucking behind my husbands back.
Speaking of, condom finally and a little awkwardly applied at some point he entered me, It was all part of the whole fluid coupling though so it isn't like fireworks went off at that moment and I thought make a note to describe later...it felt great and full filling and guilty and kinky and warm and human and well great.
I do remember at one point where he was really pounding into me with that great sound of bodies slapping together literally, and reaching a frenzy not so much, I think of that he was getting close or chasing an orgasm but I was getting vocal and he was picking up the pace and over and over again, like it was a race to the finish...I saw a single bead of sweat trickle down his nose and fall to my chest..It looked to me like one of those slow motion camera things where the water drop explodes or the glass breaks or something. And the whole time was like that my mind recording every detail at 1000 frames a second but only in little glimpses and snatches. I would get caught in a reverie and hold a frame while the room and events swirled by.
Midst all this I did send a couple of flirty texts to hubby which he later told me were very hot and extremely discomfiting in his seminar. I'll have to go back and see what I sent.
But it isn't that. I'm not putting out because he is validating my worth by spending money. I am putting out because I met him, flirted with him, got to know him, wondered how he'd be sexually, fantasized about him sexually, and finally asked if he wouldn't mind fucking me. So it's about the sex.
But clean (600 thread count-ish?) sheets, a nice view of a beautiful, room service, (pretending we had nothing to hide just the Mr. and Mrs. made it seem true..we WERE a couple at least for then), really good triple distilled Irish Whiskey (not my usual drink but he explained that quality is key in enjoying such spirits..when in Rome..)all conspired to give this affair an air of legitimacy.
I had spun a tale for hubby the be-careful-what-you-wish-for cuckold of me being a hooker and all the filthy degrading things the client "made me" do. In fairness I explained to him how hot I got at playing the whore, how wet his insistent violations of every orifice made me. And thinking of it that way did make me incredibly horny. The husk in my voice telling him this tale of debauchery was genuine.
The reality was not nearly as athletically kinky, but just a leg-quiveringly erotic in it's own way.
I was dressed in a plausible I'm-in-town-on-business suit, with my planned kinky underwear on beneath. I thought check-in would feel slutty. I was sure CHEATER would be written all over my expression, and his. He seemed practiced, and if my twinges of excited slutty guilt showed the very friendly, sharp girl at the counter registered nothing.
In the elevator on the way up, no bags but my small clutch, I teased, "You seemed pretty practiced at that."
"What handing over a corporate card, or the part where I asked for a room with a nice view?"
Punching him I said, "No the whole fuck a married woman in broad daylight in a fancy hotel practiced."
"I'm pretty sure you are not the first married woman to be fucked in this hotel, some even by their husband.. Why would you assume that she would have assumed that our rings don't signify fidelity to each other?"
Wow...a lot in that statement.
"Besides. I put Mr. and Mrs. Smith down on the register!"
"You DID NOT...by the way how do you get away with it as far as showing up on the card and so on?"
"Well I normally don't do this sort of thing here in town, but road trips are a thing of the past with my last promotion so there is a bit of risk this time. Since I am the one that approves expenses, I'll shift it to a guy that actually is in town tomorrow, I'll probably book him into this hotel to keep the billing simple..you should probably check out before he gets here though unless you have a thing for drug pushers in general.." (He works in sales for a pharmaceutical company. He makes that joke a lot. At first I wondered if that was a 'hey I can get you drugs' ploy but doesn't seem to be. Just what he does.
I'm starting to turn this into a novel complete with dialog, and didn't plan to get into the whole, then I said, then he put his hand, then he said...thing...
I was trying to capture the essence of the experience. I read I think in Jessica's Blog not exactly Haiku clearly prose...I don't know poetry styles well enough to describe it but she captured an experience (was it maybe a fantasy?) with a couple of words on each line the way you would in a Haiku. (It wasn't I counted the syllables......wow way off track here...)
For example I had the hooker me forced to her knees by a handful of hair before she got in the door. He led me by the hand to the bed, sat me there and then went and opened the drapes. I felt radiant and expectant with sunlight on my face.
His hand in my hair just adjusted the tilt of my head as he gave a long soulful, deep, wet kiss. That was followed my more kissing. Deep exploring getting to know you melding kisses. I hadn't made out like that since high school.
I couldn't picture how his first moves would be, how I would strip, or be undressed, how to pose to best accentuate my tits and minimize my belly.
None of that mattered, once the whole getting to know you through nonverbal oral communication started, mouths and tongues just went where they went and the brain fuzzily caught glimpses as I went along for the delicious ride.
His lips and tongue and gently grazing teeth found my nipple. I wasn't sure when or how I'd lost my cute snug button-up Liz Claiborne knit top, but I'm guessing it was a button at a time. His fingers? Mine? I don't know, but I remember being glad I had chosen the pretty bra that was folded down a bit under my ample right breast.
I blushed a bit when his roving hands found first the garter straps, stroked the tops of my stockings and then found my wet folds with no fabric as barrier. Going panty-less seemed kinky sexy when I got ready, and sort of silly when luxuriating like a grownup in a classy room.
He smiled and said, "What a sexy surprise!" which was perfect.
I mostly let him lead until as he was kissing down my belly with clear intentions, I thought about the sequence I had imagined and told him, "Wait.."
"Me first" I said and went after his belt. It was only then I realized that I looked like the victim of several bad hands in a game of strip poker and he had barely his shoes off. Puzzled I recalled my hands and his warm skin, realized I had reached under and into and somehow he'd lost the hold of his belt and the button on his pants...
I wriggled him out of his pants, and insisted on the socks. "You may NOT fuck me with your socks on!" Ever agreeable, he took them off in a mock strip tease and threw them at (as if out) the window. I laughed out loud as trite as that is these days.
I couldn't help notice that he wore the same brand (or at least the same stripe) shorts as Hubby and giggled realizing hubby had only the pair he was wearing along with the underwear I wasn't wearing that was in his suitcase...
Marcus (for that is Early Bird's name) asked what was funny. Despite having talked to Jim (my co-worker) about the whole panty thing, it seemed suddenly disloyal to set him up in that way. To encourage him to wear them, then giggle about it while cuckolding him. I mean I know that is how it's done and he might even find it arousing for all I know, but still it was a line, and I kept it to myself.
I lied a little and told Marcus I was thinking about texting hubby and telling him how my day was going. That wasn't a total lie. I had someone's blog where she did that sort of thing giving hubby updates from a date..(that particular cuck loved that. If I find the post I'll link it)
He said, "Well you have your hands kind of full you want to dictate and I'll type it in for you?"
I was groping his engorged cock with both hands through his jockeys. "No good. Can't dictate, my mouth is going to be busy." I grinned as I gently eased the waistband from being hung-up on the tip. It was a very nice cock as they go. Laying on his back it looks best I think. Standing it looks like a handle usually, (which is why men are so easily led by them) Heaven help then if the have to move about erect it looks awkward as hell.
Anyway I hear size descriptions and such in a lot of posts and I figure him for about the same size as hubby's. Hubby passes and sometimes surpasses the "dollar bill test" so maybe 6-7 inches? About "just right" for me. Much longer and I gotta watch positions. I remember this one skinny long distance runner I fucked a couple of times much to his apparent amazement. He actually hurt me once with my legs over his shoulders...I wondered at the time how much was too much and actually got out a folder I had in my book bag that had a ruler printed on the edge. Apparently 7 1/2 inches deep is where my cervix starts...well enough of the anatomy lesson...who brought that up?
He had thoughtfully shaved his balls..(Oh that sounds first class all graphic but how else do you describe it? Smooth pink testicles?) He was circumcised. It was kind of pretty. Kind of a nice mushroom shape to the little helmet. Soft point then flaring gently. Throbbing vein down the length, but that might have been my fault.
I took my time, not using any particular practiced or remembered technique. Just kissing and nuzzling and licking and engulfing and a little bobbing. He considerately warned me of what I already knew, that I was holding him on knife edge, suckling a little watch the smooth pink testicles tighten, ease off and back...I was really enjoying myself in its own right.
"You keep that up it's going to go off!"
"You promise?" with a real long especially lascivious slurp. "Just in case, is this re-loadable? I mean does your company stock those little blue pills?"
"As a matter of fact, I'm going to recommend the boys in R&D contact you about your lips, I think they might be the next thing, and our patent is getting close to that 'we gotta find a new drug mark!"
Flattery will get you an appreciative full-service finish, and I did, and he did. I thought about my 'new rule' and went in for a kiss. He was just as enthusiastic as he had been and actually said "Wow, thanks that was great!"
"Anytime." I said, and I think I mean that. We still had I figured more than a couple of hours before he had to be anywhere and hubby would be assuming I was at work still so I wasn't worried about "my turn." But he was.
He still had the uniquely male post-coital goofy look on his face as he tried to reposition me and him to return the favor...
"No rush, we have lots of time to get these re-filled," I said tickling those smooth pink....
He was actually still twitching and a little more trickled out onto his belly. I dipped fingertips in the small trail and brought them to my lips tenderly savoring. He visibly shuddered.
He seemingly distractedly was tracing fingers up and down my slit, and it took not much at all to get me parted and a couple of fingers in and exploring. He was more thorough than my last gyno exam and gently found ALL the right spots. It helps that I was soaked.
I wasn't sure exactly how or when as I drifted towards bliss but at some point his fingers were joined by a thumb on my clit and a probing tongue. He paid me back for the teasing and it was wonderful...right up to the edge and back and higher each time till I was just riding this crest..one long wave it felt like...part of it was technique, but looking down at his face and seeing not hubby was more of a guilty pleasure than I expected...at one point later he mentioned that I had his hair firmly in grip and was bucking up into his face. I din;t recall that..
"Good thing it wasn't a toupee!" he smiled.
When it came time for actual penetration, he had come up with a condom. I felt like an idiot..I had some in my purse, was just sure start to finish I would be safe, even wanted to try the whole roll it on with your mouth trick, but I hadn't even thought of one...I'm glad he did, and told him so. Oral is risky in and of itself but slightly less so than what was to come. I didn't like thinking about the harsh realities of risk in fucking a guy that admittedly fucks a lot of women.
We talked about it, and he said he does get tested regularly but I would be dumb to take him at his word. He says for him it is less risky he feels as he has less exposure. He says its risky but most of the women he has been with it is an anomaly for them, a fling they have with the traveling salesman only to bury their guilty secret in renewed marital bliss. He says he has a few he keeps in contact with and from time to time, well fucks.
Weirdly I felt a twinge of jealousy. About a man I was fucking behind my husbands back.
Speaking of, condom finally and a little awkwardly applied at some point he entered me, It was all part of the whole fluid coupling though so it isn't like fireworks went off at that moment and I thought make a note to describe later...it felt great and full filling and guilty and kinky and warm and human and well great.
I do remember at one point where he was really pounding into me with that great sound of bodies slapping together literally, and reaching a frenzy not so much, I think of that he was getting close or chasing an orgasm but I was getting vocal and he was picking up the pace and over and over again, like it was a race to the finish...I saw a single bead of sweat trickle down his nose and fall to my chest..It looked to me like one of those slow motion camera things where the water drop explodes or the glass breaks or something. And the whole time was like that my mind recording every detail at 1000 frames a second but only in little glimpses and snatches. I would get caught in a reverie and hold a frame while the room and events swirled by.
Midst all this I did send a couple of flirty texts to hubby which he later told me were very hot and extremely discomfiting in his seminar. I'll have to go back and see what I sent.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
On the plane, In panties....
Unless he decided to go commando....
At least that WAS the plan...
"What's up with the panties?" he asked...
What's up, indeed....I think I am developing an honest-to-God fetish about them. Weird.
I had barely even noticed mention of them in the context of "the cuckold" in a story or two being made to wear them. My mysterious 'co-worker' thinks panties are diagnostic. If I can get him in panties, he is by definition a panty-waist cuckold. Stands to reason I guess, but I asked what's up with them.
He doesn't get it either , at least not really but he noticed it is a common theme in cuckold stories, and dominatrix themes and the like. He says that a man that will submit to that will submit to about anything...When we initially were talking about it, I mentioned hubby had cross-dressed for me on a lark years ago..I was challenged to get him into a pair and did so.
Last night, the whole crawling around the bedroom with my panties in his mouth got to me a bit. It's about control and I liked it.
Now this is convoluted to the point of being silly but here goes:
At some point (probably while reading a story about a cuckold and his hot wife), I pictured my husband sitting in a chair in the corner and watching me with a lover, stroking himself through a pair of panties. I decided to make at least in a way to make that happen, sort of...
Which brings us to his statement about "What's up with the panties?". His eyes are a little red and swollen from all the soap in his eyes, but that's another story.
He had packed his suitcase already for tonight. He is on the red-eye flight to Vegas as he has a seminar in the morning. I join him Saturday morning. I took his tighty-whiteys out of his suitcase and put them back in his underwear drawer and replaced them with a handful of my panties. I thought about substituting the pair he had laid out for when he got in the shower.
Before joining him in the shower, I did put a pair of high-cut red crushed velvet Valentines day panties on the bed next to his dockers and polo shirt. In the shower I had sort of a plan, and it had to do with watching him jerk off. I read someone else's blog and it had to do with orgasm denial, which seemed would in hubby's case not work out as taking the carrot away would tend to reduce compliance, one would think, but what I got to wondering was this...
~How long can I go without ACTUALLY fucking or sucking him off?~
This was partially because I had been daydreaming at my desk all day about tomorrow and feeling very very horny. On the one hand I figured I would jump hubby's bones while fantasizing about it, and on the other hand I thought, about my own orgasm denial, to build the anticipation...I came down in favor of letting Early Bird give me my next orgasm. It didn't work out QUITE like that. I did orgasm (twice) but I didn't give him one..
I reasoned I could touch, tease, and even taste him as long as it was all part of the game and not designed to "get him off". I would make him do that himself. Sliding the shower door open, I actually did catch him "soaping it up". Seriously. Not sure if it was a coincidence or what, but I grinned and said "I can help you with THAT!"
Grabbing his slippery cock I gave it a couple of half-hearted (but enthusiastically received) tugs. He was putty in my hands...(smirk)
I pressed my soapy breasts against him and bit his lower lip...then his earlobe. I said "You want another visit from your Dominatrix?" As I breathed in his ear.
He only managed a nod.
"Good!" I cheerfully announced then grabbed him by a handful of wet hair and pushed him to his knees on the hard tile. I thrust my hips forward and shoved his face into my pussy...he got to work very enthusiastically...lips, and tongue and teeth, (OH MY!).
I had in mind to reprimand him for some fault in technique, but it was hard to think of one while I was cumming...The best I could manage was to suppress crying out, and reached for the shampoo bottle...I actually washed and conditioned my hair during my next orgasm, which was a little to strong to bother hiding it..
He practically drowned with the suds in his face, and eyes, and mouth...Not smart, I'll probably get a yeast infection from getting "too clean" down there....
After I had gotten mine..I said, "hold out your hand" and squirted some rose scented conditioner into it. "Stroke!" I instructed....he started going at it and was making eye contact with a knd of far-away look. It was interesting...It just isn;t something we have done often. He has (and REALLY likes) watching me finger myself either during sex or just to tease, but only a couple of times have we done a mutual masturbation thing. I wasn't planning to but I ended up lightly and quickly touching myself while he sped up..I could tell he was getting close because his balls tightened up...I said "Stop!"
Cupping his balls, I said, "It looks like you were about to waste that." Wouldn't you rather shoot that in my mouth?" He almost blew the load then...
I had him stand on the little bench in the shower which didn't quite bring his cock to my mouth as planned. If it went off without warning my tits were about in the line of fire.
"What do you like best about cumming in my mouth? Seeing it on my lips and tongue? Watching me swallow? tasting it on my lips?"
"All of it." He lied We have talked about it after seeing it in porn, but its hot to talk about during but after he cums, its a little icky to kiss those lips he just defiled with his cock...So he doesn't actually taste it on my lips...
"Oh that sounds so hot to me too.." I said
This part was a little scripted in my head before.
I opened my mouth in that little porn star "O" and said slutty encouraging things, while he continued to work up a case of carpal tunnel. I kind of think he must have rubbed one out before I got in the shower because this is taking a while...
Finally he came, and almost missed as he seemed unsure whether he could grab my head and shove it onto his dick. Years of experience though and I was ready....I didn't touch his cock otherwise and didn't do any little oral tricks, just a place to cum..I pumped his own hand on his cock a couple of times to finish the last spasm...then I grabbed him by the hair and pulled him off the bench and gave him a big-open-mouthed cum-filled French kiss...
If I had had the guts to substitute his undershorts for the panties instead of just leaving him a pretty red 'option' this is how the next bit was supposed to go:
I hadn't quite figured out how that conversation would go.
Tell him I 've been perving to tranny porn? No, thats no good, I don't think he would find it hot to see himself in that role. Tell him I have a fantasy about him being a panty-wearing cuckold? hmmm No, sometimes the truth can be so inappropriate! Tell him his cock just looks so much sexier in something lacy? (It kinda does, but I don't see him buying that...)
That would have paused him a bit I would imagine.
So I had it pictured that he would leave, a wan smile on his face looking maybe a bit bewildered, hitching up his pants every few steps. The shuttle picked him up so I couldn't see him wriggling out of them en-route...airport bathroom maybe? I'm betting he would have actually gone commando, his cock chafing a bit against twill, when it could have been snug and comfortable in velvet....~smirk~ Would have been interesting to hear him lie and claim he actually went through security screening like that.
So when the comment finally happened "What's up with the panties?" It was not until he was unpacking in his room. He hadn't apparently noticed the absence of Jockey shorts.
Until I told him.."I traded you for your shorts."
"What???..." pause while he must have been checking..."You aren't kidding!...Oh I am SO going to get you for this!"
"Tell you what," I said "You can make me wear your sexiest pair of boxers when we get home. Meanwhile, I'm pretty sure you aren't fucking any of the 'hostesses' in the 'hospitality suite' at least not until I get there!"
Update: he called back and I convinced him he better "pick out a subtle pair to wear to the seminar in the morning"
Predictably he said, "Uh, no..I'm thinking of going commando.."
I pointed out that if he chafed his cock from sitting in the seminar for several hours with hard-on It would probably be too sore for a blow-job when I get there.
He laughs.."I like accounting, but I wouldn't go so far as to say I have a hard-on for the tax code!"
"No but you will undoubtedly have one from the filthy texts I plan to send you during. I plan to have you shifting in your seat and something silky will feel a lot better against your cock then a zipper"
"You have a point."
I actually had him stroking himself laying on the bed in his hotel room wearing just a pair of pantys. He said it felt good in a kinky but disturbing way.
At least that WAS the plan...
"What's up with the panties?" he asked...
What's up, indeed....I think I am developing an honest-to-God fetish about them. Weird.
I had barely even noticed mention of them in the context of "the cuckold" in a story or two being made to wear them. My mysterious 'co-worker' thinks panties are diagnostic. If I can get him in panties, he is by definition a panty-waist cuckold. Stands to reason I guess, but I asked what's up with them.
He doesn't get it either , at least not really but he noticed it is a common theme in cuckold stories, and dominatrix themes and the like. He says that a man that will submit to that will submit to about anything...When we initially were talking about it, I mentioned hubby had cross-dressed for me on a lark years ago..I was challenged to get him into a pair and did so.
Last night, the whole crawling around the bedroom with my panties in his mouth got to me a bit. It's about control and I liked it.
Now this is convoluted to the point of being silly but here goes:
At some point (probably while reading a story about a cuckold and his hot wife), I pictured my husband sitting in a chair in the corner and watching me with a lover, stroking himself through a pair of panties. I decided to make at least in a way to make that happen, sort of...
Which brings us to his statement about "What's up with the panties?". His eyes are a little red and swollen from all the soap in his eyes, but that's another story.
He had packed his suitcase already for tonight. He is on the red-eye flight to Vegas as he has a seminar in the morning. I join him Saturday morning. I took his tighty-whiteys out of his suitcase and put them back in his underwear drawer and replaced them with a handful of my panties. I thought about substituting the pair he had laid out for when he got in the shower.
Before joining him in the shower, I did put a pair of high-cut red crushed velvet Valentines day panties on the bed next to his dockers and polo shirt. In the shower I had sort of a plan, and it had to do with watching him jerk off. I read someone else's blog and it had to do with orgasm denial, which seemed would in hubby's case not work out as taking the carrot away would tend to reduce compliance, one would think, but what I got to wondering was this...
~How long can I go without ACTUALLY fucking or sucking him off?~
This was partially because I had been daydreaming at my desk all day about tomorrow and feeling very very horny. On the one hand I figured I would jump hubby's bones while fantasizing about it, and on the other hand I thought, about my own orgasm denial, to build the anticipation...I came down in favor of letting Early Bird give me my next orgasm. It didn't work out QUITE like that. I did orgasm (twice) but I didn't give him one..
I reasoned I could touch, tease, and even taste him as long as it was all part of the game and not designed to "get him off". I would make him do that himself. Sliding the shower door open, I actually did catch him "soaping it up". Seriously. Not sure if it was a coincidence or what, but I grinned and said "I can help you with THAT!"
Grabbing his slippery cock I gave it a couple of half-hearted (but enthusiastically received) tugs. He was putty in my hands...(smirk)
I pressed my soapy breasts against him and bit his lower lip...then his earlobe. I said "You want another visit from your Dominatrix?" As I breathed in his ear.
He only managed a nod.
"Good!" I cheerfully announced then grabbed him by a handful of wet hair and pushed him to his knees on the hard tile. I thrust my hips forward and shoved his face into my pussy...he got to work very enthusiastically...lips, and tongue and teeth, (OH MY!).
I had in mind to reprimand him for some fault in technique, but it was hard to think of one while I was cumming...The best I could manage was to suppress crying out, and reached for the shampoo bottle...I actually washed and conditioned my hair during my next orgasm, which was a little to strong to bother hiding it..
He practically drowned with the suds in his face, and eyes, and mouth...Not smart, I'll probably get a yeast infection from getting "too clean" down there....
After I had gotten mine..I said, "hold out your hand" and squirted some rose scented conditioner into it. "Stroke!" I instructed....he started going at it and was making eye contact with a knd of far-away look. It was interesting...It just isn;t something we have done often. He has (and REALLY likes) watching me finger myself either during sex or just to tease, but only a couple of times have we done a mutual masturbation thing. I wasn't planning to but I ended up lightly and quickly touching myself while he sped up..I could tell he was getting close because his balls tightened up...I said "Stop!"
Cupping his balls, I said, "It looks like you were about to waste that." Wouldn't you rather shoot that in my mouth?" He almost blew the load then...
I had him stand on the little bench in the shower which didn't quite bring his cock to my mouth as planned. If it went off without warning my tits were about in the line of fire.
"What do you like best about cumming in my mouth? Seeing it on my lips and tongue? Watching me swallow? tasting it on my lips?"
"All of it." He lied We have talked about it after seeing it in porn, but its hot to talk about during but after he cums, its a little icky to kiss those lips he just defiled with his cock...So he doesn't actually taste it on my lips...
"Oh that sounds so hot to me too.." I said
This part was a little scripted in my head before.
I opened my mouth in that little porn star "O" and said slutty encouraging things, while he continued to work up a case of carpal tunnel. I kind of think he must have rubbed one out before I got in the shower because this is taking a while...
Finally he came, and almost missed as he seemed unsure whether he could grab my head and shove it onto his dick. Years of experience though and I was ready....I didn't touch his cock otherwise and didn't do any little oral tricks, just a place to cum..I pumped his own hand on his cock a couple of times to finish the last spasm...then I grabbed him by the hair and pulled him off the bench and gave him a big-open-mouthed cum-filled French kiss...
If I had had the guts to substitute his undershorts for the panties instead of just leaving him a pretty red 'option' this is how the next bit was supposed to go:
He shouted over the blow-dryer, "I can't find any undershorts". Turning it off I said "On the bed."
He came back holding the red "undershorts" and said "just yours".
"Oh, I don't mind, you can borrow them."
"Come on, seriously..." he said.
"I am serious...put them on."
"What's up with the panties?" he would have said here. "I mean we've used them for some kinky fun at times, but you seemed obsessed with them these days.."
I hadn't quite figured out how that conversation would go.
Tell him I 've been perving to tranny porn? No, thats no good, I don't think he would find it hot to see himself in that role. Tell him I have a fantasy about him being a panty-wearing cuckold? hmmm No, sometimes the truth can be so inappropriate! Tell him his cock just looks so much sexier in something lacy? (It kinda does, but I don't see him buying that...)
"Um, I'm flying out tonight..." he would have protested..
"Yes I know, that's what makes it hot...you'll be in that hotel tonight with a bunch of drunk accountants, a couple of strippers most likely, and I'll be the only wife that knows for sure her hubby isn't taking his pants off.."
"He come on"...he protests..."I wasn't very forward with "the ladies" when I was single (an understatement) and no I'm an accountant!"
"Oh, I wouldn't mind you fucking another woman, but I get to be there to watch if you do..."
That would have paused him a bit I would imagine.
No comment.
I held the panties out and he compliantly put one leg then the other in. I pulled them up, then held out his pants. He put them on over the panties and when they sagged the top inch of the panties showed.
"Better wear a belt" I suggested.
"Maybe something shorter would be better?" he weakly ...
"Oh. don't worry a packed several choices so when you get to your hotel you can decide whats the most comfortable."
So I had it pictured that he would leave, a wan smile on his face looking maybe a bit bewildered, hitching up his pants every few steps. The shuttle picked him up so I couldn't see him wriggling out of them en-route...airport bathroom maybe? I'm betting he would have actually gone commando, his cock chafing a bit against twill, when it could have been snug and comfortable in velvet....~smirk~ Would have been interesting to hear him lie and claim he actually went through security screening like that.
So when the comment finally happened "What's up with the panties?" It was not until he was unpacking in his room. He hadn't apparently noticed the absence of Jockey shorts.
Until I told him.."I traded you for your shorts."
"What???..." pause while he must have been checking..."You aren't kidding!...Oh I am SO going to get you for this!"
"Tell you what," I said "You can make me wear your sexiest pair of boxers when we get home. Meanwhile, I'm pretty sure you aren't fucking any of the 'hostesses' in the 'hospitality suite' at least not until I get there!"
Update: he called back and I convinced him he better "pick out a subtle pair to wear to the seminar in the morning"
Predictably he said, "Uh, no..I'm thinking of going commando.."
I pointed out that if he chafed his cock from sitting in the seminar for several hours with hard-on It would probably be too sore for a blow-job when I get there.
He laughs.."I like accounting, but I wouldn't go so far as to say I have a hard-on for the tax code!"
"No but you will undoubtedly have one from the filthy texts I plan to send you during. I plan to have you shifting in your seat and something silky will feel a lot better against your cock then a zipper"
"You have a point."
I actually had him stroking himself laying on the bed in his hotel room wearing just a pair of pantys. He said it felt good in a kinky but disturbing way.
Jumped the Gun...
So, last night I was thinking about my upcoming date with Mark. I was picturing entering the hotel room and dropping to my knees and making him for a minute or two forget all the others (apparently) that had come before me in strange hotel rooms. I don;t know why the though of fucking such a Man-Slut appeals to me but it does. The plan was to tell Hubby all the details about the date but wrap it in a fantasy about how I got picked up mistaken for a hooker in our hotel bar.
I led Hubby into the bedroom, closed the door behind us and before we made it to the bed had his belt and pant's undone and was pleased that he was fully erect before his shorts hit his ankles. I dropped to my knees and took him all in. (Hubby has to be wondering at this point what he did right to get such an insatiable cock-sucker for a wife lately and how he can do it again.)
"I was thinking.." I began huskily, the way I begin a lot of 'stories'..."Maybe I should fly up Friday with you so I can play a hooker in the hotel bar while you are stuck in your boring seminar...."
He stood stock still mesmerized more by the BJ than by the story so far...I was imagining Mark as the 'client' and proceeded to give him the blow-by-blow account of how this client engaged me for "full service" unprotected sex. (I can already tell you that Mark WILL taste like latex, because regardless of which way he fucks me there WILL be a condom..possible double bagged...but its fun to fantasize..)
Hubby actually got off twice during the very detailed story, and I am feeling pretty sated today with the memory of having all three openings violated by "the client" last night.
I should write it down the way I told Hubby and then compare it with the actual event after Friday. I wonder though if writing it down will make Friday happen closer to 'script' (Not necessarily a bad thing!) but would it seem rehearsed?
I led Hubby into the bedroom, closed the door behind us and before we made it to the bed had his belt and pant's undone and was pleased that he was fully erect before his shorts hit his ankles. I dropped to my knees and took him all in. (Hubby has to be wondering at this point what he did right to get such an insatiable cock-sucker for a wife lately and how he can do it again.)
"I was thinking.." I began huskily, the way I begin a lot of 'stories'..."Maybe I should fly up Friday with you so I can play a hooker in the hotel bar while you are stuck in your boring seminar...."
He stood stock still mesmerized more by the BJ than by the story so far...I was imagining Mark as the 'client' and proceeded to give him the blow-by-blow account of how this client engaged me for "full service" unprotected sex. (I can already tell you that Mark WILL taste like latex, because regardless of which way he fucks me there WILL be a condom..possible double bagged...but its fun to fantasize..)
Hubby actually got off twice during the very detailed story, and I am feeling pretty sated today with the memory of having all three openings violated by "the client" last night.
I should write it down the way I told Hubby and then compare it with the actual event after Friday. I wonder though if writing it down will make Friday happen closer to 'script' (Not necessarily a bad thing!) but would it seem rehearsed?
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Dominatrix....
So, I looked him in the eye and said, "Horny as I've been feeling lately, Vegas could turn into a really kinky trip..."
He just mumbled with a glazed look in his eyes that said "Go on..."
Not with the the thought, but "go on" with the interrupted blowjob...I had pulled my mouth off his cock to make the statement. I have found that when giving head you can really have a guys undivided attention.
"You know how we always get kinky in strange hotels..."
"That's very true..." he grinned. I could feel his cock twitch in my hand at the thought.
'So what shall we do? I'll get there Saturday about noon, your last seminar ends early afternoon, that leaves us Saturday afternoon through Monday night to get into trouble."
"Whatever you want."
'Whatever I want?..hmm pretty open-ended..." I mused. "How about a burlesque show?"
"Sure!"
"Maybe a swinger's club...Do they have those?"
"Sounds interesting.."
"How about if I put a leash around your neck and lead you into a Dominatrix' den?"
Big pulse then right at the base of his cock...I was holding it pretty tight, though.
"Of course I could lead you anywhere by this couldn't I?" Raising him a bit off the bed by his cock at that.
"Yes."
"Yes, what?" I insisted pushing him back to the bed..
Puzzled at first, he caught on.."Yes, Ma'am!"
"Better.." I said returning my hand to his cock..."I read an interesting article on a Dominatrix and her clients." (I'm making this up. from a combination of things of watched and read on the subject...
"Yeah?"
"Their clients are usually pretty successful guys that just want a little vacation from having to be the aggressor." I went on. "She says you can train a man to do anything with the proper motivational technique and a few training excersices. For instannce...Fetch!" I said pointing to my panties that were on the floor.
He hopped up and headed over.
"Hands an knees!"
He dropped compliantly.
"With your teeth."
He did.
As he grinned around the panties and made some panting noises, I rolled up a magazine and smacked him lightly on the forehead. "Not a game, pay attention!" His mouth slacked a bit and I fed the panties in as a gag. "That's better."
I grabbed a handful of hair and led him back up onto the bed...on his back again I grabbed his ankles and bent him in half. "Hold these for me."
He looked almost worried as he assumed this vulnerable position...I began tracing the edge of his cock with my tongue. I engulfed him in my mouth and bobbed a couple of times and pulled off. His balls were already tightening, and his little rosebud was puckering.
"She said a man will agree to anything for a simple blowjob..you can say anything, do anything as long as thats in the offing? Do you think that's true?"
"Mpph Mphhh" and an affirmative nod of his head. (The one he wasn't thinking with.)
"What if I wanted to call you Steve, or Bill, Or Clive?"
He let go of an ankle and briefly removed the gag. "Sure, just don't call me Shirley!" quite the comedian.
SMACKKKK!
"DID I SAY you could let go of your ankles???"
Head shake. Cock didn't go down any....so I flicked the base with my finger. Hard. That let the air out a bit, but not his enthusiasm.
"Why don't I call it 'Ronnie', you know after the first BJ I gave? You always liked that story.."
His cock re-rose to the occasion as I began those practiced movements up and down swirling around the head, bobbing deep..."Mmmm Ronnie, you feel so big in my mouth...." (meanwhile I'm thinking maybe I should look him up, he was an awfully kinky bastard..)
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He just mumbled with a glazed look in his eyes that said "Go on..."
Not with the the thought, but "go on" with the interrupted blowjob...I had pulled my mouth off his cock to make the statement. I have found that when giving head you can really have a guys undivided attention.
"You know how we always get kinky in strange hotels..."
"That's very true..." he grinned. I could feel his cock twitch in my hand at the thought.
'So what shall we do? I'll get there Saturday about noon, your last seminar ends early afternoon, that leaves us Saturday afternoon through Monday night to get into trouble."
"Whatever you want."
'Whatever I want?..hmm pretty open-ended..." I mused. "How about a burlesque show?"
"Sure!"
"Maybe a swinger's club...Do they have those?"
"Sounds interesting.."
"How about if I put a leash around your neck and lead you into a Dominatrix' den?"
Big pulse then right at the base of his cock...I was holding it pretty tight, though.
"Of course I could lead you anywhere by this couldn't I?" Raising him a bit off the bed by his cock at that.
"Yes."
"Yes, what?" I insisted pushing him back to the bed..
Puzzled at first, he caught on.."Yes, Ma'am!"
"Better.." I said returning my hand to his cock..."I read an interesting article on a Dominatrix and her clients." (I'm making this up. from a combination of things of watched and read on the subject...
"Yeah?"
"Their clients are usually pretty successful guys that just want a little vacation from having to be the aggressor." I went on. "She says you can train a man to do anything with the proper motivational technique and a few training excersices. For instannce...Fetch!" I said pointing to my panties that were on the floor.
He hopped up and headed over.
"Hands an knees!"
He dropped compliantly.
"With your teeth."
He did.
As he grinned around the panties and made some panting noises, I rolled up a magazine and smacked him lightly on the forehead. "Not a game, pay attention!" His mouth slacked a bit and I fed the panties in as a gag. "That's better."
I grabbed a handful of hair and led him back up onto the bed...on his back again I grabbed his ankles and bent him in half. "Hold these for me."
He looked almost worried as he assumed this vulnerable position...I began tracing the edge of his cock with my tongue. I engulfed him in my mouth and bobbed a couple of times and pulled off. His balls were already tightening, and his little rosebud was puckering.
"She said a man will agree to anything for a simple blowjob..you can say anything, do anything as long as thats in the offing? Do you think that's true?"
"Mpph Mphhh" and an affirmative nod of his head. (The one he wasn't thinking with.)
"What if I wanted to call you Steve, or Bill, Or Clive?"
He let go of an ankle and briefly removed the gag. "Sure, just don't call me Shirley!" quite the comedian.
SMACKKKK!
"DID I SAY you could let go of your ankles???"
Head shake. Cock didn't go down any....so I flicked the base with my finger. Hard. That let the air out a bit, but not his enthusiasm.
"Why don't I call it 'Ronnie', you know after the first BJ I gave? You always liked that story.."
His cock re-rose to the occasion as I began those practiced movements up and down swirling around the head, bobbing deep..."Mmmm Ronnie, you feel so big in my mouth...." (meanwhile I'm thinking maybe I should look him up, he was an awfully kinky bastard..)
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Saturday, July 10, 2010
Not happy with my blogroll...
My headings make no sense..I have only three entry's and I can;t seem to get more added to my "what I read" on my profile. I love the great variety and creative look of so many wordpress blogs, but they are a pain in the ass to comment on..I have to type my email address and name and cut and paste my blog addy...then when I try to subscribe, I have to do lots of those things again...
Blogger seems easier for these things, but its a pain to go to dashboard and add to blogroll and I am so excited reading the blogs I don't want to take the time to go back and add them...but I need to..I keep "rediscovering" great blogs that I don't have listed..not enough hours in the day!
Blogger seems easier for these things, but its a pain to go to dashboard and add to blogroll and I am so excited reading the blogs I don't want to take the time to go back and add them...but I need to..I keep "rediscovering" great blogs that I don't have listed..not enough hours in the day!
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