the night before

Waking early, even before light she surveyed the night before. She had been his last night. Cementing their love in their own world.

Leather shackles lay on the floor next to the patent black peep toe heels with cherry detail and red soles. The flogger is draped on the chair over which she bent to receive his will. The magic buzzy wand cast off and lay where it landed after she had cum and he had fucked her where she lay. Fishnet crotchless and bottomless stockings gently lay next to the red cotton twill striped corset. The corset had arrived in the post two days earlier and was approved in the previous night's proceedings.

She drifted down the hall to the living area aware that her body ached from the treatment it had been subjected to in the night. In the kitchen empty green lipped pacific oyster shells lay on the bench next to a nearly finished bottle of French champagne. She had sipped at her vintage pink glass with peacock detail while her cunt pressed down astride his trousered leg. He could feel the heat from her cunt reach boiling as he took her mouth and her nipples into his own mouth. She remembered with delight slipping to her knees and releasing his cock with her eager hands. Her hot hungry mouth found his hardness taking him into her throat. She loved the sound of his moan as she sucked and twirled her tongue finding that sensitive place just under the head of his glans. Saliva pooled at the corners of her mouth, his fist twisted in her hair, her eyes watered as he began to fuck her mouth. She loved it when he took control and fucked her like this. She met his gaze as he thrust more deeply into her throat. Her gag relaxing to let him in.

The candles had burned down, the wax cooling on the table top and she wondered if he had thought to use some of that wax for a purpose other than ambient lighting. The windows in the living room had remained open and she enjoyed the memory of dancing for him in the window, just to show the neighbours what was his.

She sighed with satisfaction as she gathered the memories of the night before and stored them away for another time.

Andrew Lucas: sourced from the interweb

A ball-sucking good time

Yesterday, Jasper was lying on the bed, naked, of course, because it's fucking HOT! and he turns to me and says, "I'd really like for you to give some attention to my balls right now."

This isn't exactly a new request, but it's one I've always ignored. I've always opted to suck his cock instead. Sure, I've played with his balls before, but never to the point of giving them my undivided attention.

I felt bad for being so tired the night before after my first evening stripping post coming soon that I laid down beside him and started licking and suckling his balls. He had recently shaven them clean and smooth and damn, if I wasn't getting extremely aroused as I drew his balls into my mouth.

He lied on his back while I lied on my side my knees and legs were way too sore for kneeling with my legs up by his head. Nothing else mattered at that moment except the feel of his balls against my tongue, in mouth.

Occasionally, he would reach over and play with my clit or tweak at my nipples, but this was mostly for him.

As it was a new experience for me, I kept asking if I was doing it right. Could I really do it wrong? :-) What else would he like me to do?

Eventually, I crawled between his legs and lied on my stomach to lick from another angle. His moaning increased along with my desire.

It wasn't long before I asked Jasper to hand me my glass dildo to put in my pussy while I continued to lick and suck and devour. I slid it into my wet cunt without even missing a beat - one end perfectly pressing against my clit.

O my god!

I was having such a fantastic time. I really couldn't get enough of his balls in my mouth while rubbing my clit with the dildo. Mmm...

I'm not sure I've ever sucked so voraciously. Certainly not on balls.

Sixty-Nine

Some nights, it's simply inconceivable for me to deep throat. My gag reflex is too high; my tummy is too queasy; I simply don't feel like it.



The other night was just one of those nights.



Normally, Jasper doesn't like the sixty-nine position because he can't get as deep down my throat.



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BUT since I wasn't feeling the deepthroat thing, I asked if we could 69 instead. I wanted to be on the bottom, and fuck if this wasn't just about the best 69 we've ever had. He was so into eating my pussy, and it was driving me wild!



He tried a couple new tricks that I thought I'd share with all of you, since it was so incredible for me.



The first thing he did surprises me that I enjoy it because I don't normally like when he touches this area. I don't know what to call it, so if there is a better name, please let me know. At the bottom of my cunt, where it forms the lower point, is a little flap of skin that he stretched taut and flicked with his tongue.



Again, normally I don't like this, but I don't know if it was just the position of him being backwards and on top or what, but it felt really damn good.



Now the second thing he did really rocked my world. It felt so incredible, but I really couldn't describe it until I asked him (after we'd finished) what he'd done.



He spread me wide, stuck his tongue in as deep as he could, and blew air into my pussy. Absolutely phenomenal! I mean, I just couldn't get enough!









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Introduction

At your feet...

On my knees...
My chin resting in your hand...
My eyes cast up to you...trepidation.
Meeting you for the first time.
My virgin touch slides around your legs. Feeling their firm strength under my fingertips. My breath quickening as I feel your heat growing.

Your fingers pull me with purpose closer to you. My cheek feels the warmth of your hard hot cock. A kiss, the slightest touch.

Exploring your skin, smelling your excitement, the heat between my legs growing, the blood pouring into my little sensitive button. I can feel the ache growing in me as I explore your inside thigh with my tongue.
Sliding over you tightening scrotum. Licking, tasting your sweet salt. One, two I take your firm balls into my mouth. Feeling them filling my mouth. my tongue pressing them to the roof of my mouth while I breath deeply your scent.
I begin to lose myself in the warm of your groin. Finding where I belong. My tongue slides from the base of your shaft, discovering its firm softness, trailing to the tip of your glans. Tasting, drinking in your sweet pre-cum, feeling it fall from my rosy soft lips to my chin.
Your hand running through my hair, I feel with excitement you twist my blond loose curls around your fist and guide my mouth over the tip of you cock. My lips part eager to take you in as far as I can, as far as you will allow, as far as you wish.
I swallow you in, my tongue swirling around your throbbing glans, discovering you for the first time. Lost in heaven, lost on your cock. Learning your taste, your shape. My hand cradles your balls, squeezing them firmly, guided by your instruction.
Looking up at you, my eyes wanting you. You guide my mouth, teaching me how you want my mouth, guiding me forcefully, fucking my mouth, fucking my throat. I forget myself, my trepidation falling away. My nervousness swallowed up as your pre-cum marries with my saliva and oozes from the corners of my mouth, dripping from my chin.
Suck, lick and taking you all the way to the back of my throat. Being guided by you I give myself up to you, Your toy for your pleasure. Your fuck toy.

My delicious little whore raises her head and wiggles her arse. She is where she belongs. Your cock in her throat.  

sex and the sequoias



Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec

 A bright sunny day, it was going to be hot. An early bicycle ride in the national park. We rode for kilometres to the edge of the park.

At the cherry plantation planted earlier last century we got off our bikes and began to walk.

There was an inviting and shaded path reaching up further into the bush. Looking at each other silently we decided to follow it. We had no water, no gear other than a backpack with and camera and keys.

He walked behind me, propelling me firmly forward.

"That bare neck, just wanting to be held, to be directed." He placed his hand firmly on the nape of my sweaty neck and gripped the tresses of blond curls as they fell soft and wet with perspiration. He guided me along the path through the bush until we came to a clearing surround by an avenue of trees. Sequoias, tall and strong making the clearing cool.

I listened to the sounds of birds near and distant, the wind through the trees, the leaves slapping against each other..not a rumble of even distant traffic. 

He pulled me too him. His hand on the nape of my neck pressing me into him. His other hand slid to my breast and through my light cotton top pressed squeezed and kneaded it causing not an insignificant amount of pain. I took a breath quickly as he drew my mouth into his, his tongue probing inside my mouth. I melted, tingling, my pussy responding with little explosions of delight.

He guided me further down to the far end of the clearing, to a post and wire fence that sliced through the bush, heralding the end of the national park. Beyond was virgin bush.

From behind me his hand reached around my throat, fingers stretching to probe my mouth, his other hand slid down my pants and into my panties finding my clit already wet from the heat that flowed from my excited pussy. His lips touched the edge of my ear and his hot breath made me tremble as he spoke those words, "You are my little slut, my hot little whore aren't you?" 

I nodded while my eyes tried to fight rolling back in my head, darting around the bush instead. Was anyone watching? We were in such a public place. We wouldn't see anyone until they were on top of us the bush was so thick here. 

His low growl reverberated in my ear as he pulled my pants and panties down in one sure move.

"Get on your knees".

My eyes flew to his. Was he kidding? Was this real? What has got into him?

"On your knees now". 

Without further hesitation I dropped to my knees as he pulled his hard hot throbbing cock from his pants and guided it forcefully into my mouth. He fucked my mouth while I forgot myself, my trepidation falling away. My nervousness about getting caught seemed swallowed up as his pre-cum mixed with my saliva and oozed from the corners of my mouth and dripped from my chin.

He pulled out of my throat, spun me around and bent me over on hands and knees. Kneeling behind me, he thrust my knees apart with his to receive his cock all the way to the hilt in one forceful movement. He pulled my hair while fucked and thrust and reamed me hard. His strong fingers dug into my flesh, squeezing and twisting it until I yelped with the pain.

He groaned his pleasure as he came inside me. 

"Good girl...pull your pants up and feel my cum on your thighs".

He led me out of the clearing as I wiped the pre-cum from my face and mouth and felt his cum dripping down my thighs.

He was finding his way and leading me behind him.

after dinner

I cleaned the kitchen with haste but was careful to leave it spotless. The cold stone bench sparkled with smoothness and shone brightly. I loved it that way. The whole time my thighs dripped the wetness he had left me with, I could still taste myself from his fingers he had thrust into me and then into my mouth. The delicious aroma of his bitch in heat.

Every time I bent forward to wipe down the surface, I was further stirred by the ribbon pulling tightly across my arse from the suspenders I had earlier put on in a vein attempt to get some constant attention. Instead he had spanked me lightly and sent me to wash up for dinner. After dinner he had rammed his fingers in my pussy making me drip uncontrollably and demanded I clean the kitchen. But now, with the constant restriction of the suspender ribbon across my arse, with the fading sting from his hand, the taste in my mouth, I was aching for more. I was aching to come. Aching for his cock. I finished my chore quickly and well. I was sure I'd be rewarded now!

I moved t0 the lounge room where he was reading a book. I kneeled at his feet resting my head on his knee. With out lifting his eyes, his hand moved to my hair. Fingers tangling it, twisting it, pulling it. I love it when he play with my hair..when he reigns me in by it. He liked it to be kept grabable, long and loosely curled.

His book is thrown down, he pulls my hair hard, pulling me up, I slide to my feet.

"Undress...take your blouse off" I slid my blouse up over my head letting it fall to the floor at my side. The heat between my thighs grew even more intense..the whole evening it had been heightening, teasing me, frustrating me. I was wet, very wet..I wanted nothing more that to touch myself, for him, in front of him, showing him how hot he made me.

"Take everything off, show me your tits"

My hand reached around to unclasp my bra, letting it fall in front of me at my feet, at his feet. My breasts released, like the hounds baying at the moon, begging for attention, my nipples hard and erect with excitement. His hand reached to my left nipple, clasping it tightly, squeezing and twisting. My eyes began to water with the sharpness of the pain. my breath quickened and I trembled under his touch.

"Lift your skirt, I want to see my girl's sweet cunt."

Reaching down to pull the hem from above the knee to above my mound..."legs apart!"..I stepped out, anchoring my heeled feet into the floor. The gush of cool air on my precious pink flesh felt suddenly icy with the contrast of the air hitting my heat and wetness. Immediately his fingers on his unoccupied hand flew to my engorged hot slick lips...mmm. My head fell back in ecstasy and my eyes rolled further.

"Don't move!" he growled in that low tone that meant business, "don't move until I tell you to."

His fingers traced and teased my slipperiness, my breath grew short and rapid, his lips moved to my mound, his tongue darting to my slit and finding my clit too easily,...heaven had just visited my doorstep! I was so on edge, so needy that I was liable to come at any moment. I could feel it building in me, it was likely to be big , I fancied with all the anticipation and teasing tonight, bigger than any other. then...

"Don't you cum!" the low growl in his voice rose t0 my ear.

Don't come!! don't come!!! I was at once frustrated and excited surely I couldn't stop it. I had to try hard. His tongue did it's worst while I tried to detach myself from this insane pleasure between my thighs. I thought about all sorts of things, fairy floss and Ferris wheels, summer frocks and cold cold water as I virtually plunged into it. But not for long, his tongue on my clit and tracing my slick slit kept pulling me back, that pleasure, that torture, I was getting closer and how was I going to hold it back.

In one movement he rose to his full height, towering over me, pushing me down, falling to the floor squatting in front of him. Sliding his belt out of its loops his hard cock straining against his zipper. His belt lightly slapping my cheeks. One, two, gently inflicting the sting on my face. My cheeks reddened as his strokes became a little harder. My pink engorged lips growing wetter...

His hand twisted in my hair and in one movement he thrust my eager mouth onto his hot, hard cock. My tongue felt the heat and throb of him. This was my heaven, what I loved and where I felt most complete. Looking up at his eyes with his cock in my mouth. Swallowing it, caressing it with my tongue. Pressing its hard softness to the roof of my mouth. Holding my gag reflex at bay while I sucked and pulled. I reached to cradle his tightening balls in my hand. Squeezing them and loving them. My other hand circling my clit, fast, hard, bringing me closer to that edge I was not allowed to cross. My eyes watered as he pulled me deeper onto his cock. He liked to see me struggle. Sometimes I thought he might push me too far; when the struggle for breath was close to being too much and dizziness would almost over power me, he would rescue me, pull me away from his cock and allow the gasps of air to fill my lungs again. Tears rolled down my cheeks, the dizziness subsided and just before I am truely recovered he pulls me back to his cock dripping with my saliva.

Now I was getting so close, I prayed he would allow me to come. Precum and saliva mingled and dripped out the corners of my mouth, spilling down my chin, dripping onto my glistening breasts and nipples. He was getting harder still, his breath deeper as his excitement grew. His hand grasped my hair so tightly, but the pain and sense of being controlled was what I craved, and I lived for it. I existed for his cock....right here, right now, was where I belonged, and at this moment, I felt that this is what I was born for. I was going to come, I didn't know how to stop it. My mind was swimming with need. He knew how close i was, he always does.

"Wait!"

Tears of frustration falling down my cheeks.

"I want you to take my present" his voice was softer than it had been. I loved it when he wrapped me in his softness after he had pushed me with his coldness, his command.

All at once he shot his thick hot ribbons of cum into my throat, "cum little one... cum NOW!".

I let it go, all at once, my body tensed, waves of muscle tension moved through me. My cunt tightened, I felt my self falling. He held me up by my hair, pulling me deeper onto his cock and his cum, shooting down my throat, swallowing, not wasting a precious drop. All the while my own body responding to his command, to his control. Wave after wave went through me. My mind turned to mush as it always does, no thinking, just the control he had over me, that delicious feeling of complete helplessness as he came in me, as my cum sprayed onto my fingers.

As the waves began to subside, as my life became complete in that one instant, he pulled me off his cock, leaned down to my mouth and kissed me firmly, stroking my hair.

"good girl..my girl"

fucked

My sexuality has found expression over recent months, but much of the discourse in hidden and secret in my thoughts. My husband, my partner has found my new sexual expression a challenge. He has walked with me toward what I want and what I need but has been confused at times by it and my inability and reticence to convey my needs hasn't helped. Its getting better, that's for sure, he has begun to lead what was once confusing for him. This has suited me very well. He is beginning to surprise me with things I didn't know he had in him, and he is delighting in the deliciousness of his control and domination over me. I am lucky, I couldn't stand for all this to be online, and so far I have not been able to follow my heart and step outside my relationship to make it real.

So this is a story that I need to capture. A story that I don't want to lose because for me it was so hot I thought my head might explode with the same ecstasy that my body did. One Sunday afternoon quite recently, I was laying on my bed, perched on my elbows doing some long overdue fancy on the computer. I love lazy Sunday afternoons when I can take a piece of time out from being a mummy and partner and be alone, entertaining myself with my own thoughts. The sun streamed through the window making the room comfortably warm and inviting, the sun lay across the back of my legs. My partner walked into the room and closed the door. I didn't take very much notice though I was aware that my breath became slightly shallow and my pulse, if I think about it, became a little more rapid. Still i kept on with what I was doing...

He walked around the other side of the bed to my feet and I felt him crawl over me on the bed his hand sliding to the nape of my neck, his fingers spread over my neck and he squeezed firmly and constantly, the tips of his fingers reaching my throat. His hot breath wound over the side of my neck making it more difficult to continue with my work...he lowered himself on top of me pressing my head into the bed. I felt his swelling cock on my arse through my jeans, I couldn't resist pushing back into his hardness, begging him in silence to keep going, to take what he wanted, what was his. His mouth was near my ear, his hot breath whispered in a low growl that resonated with me, making me hotter for him, 'don't move!'. I waited, not moving while he raised up, standing once more. I could feel the heat between my thighs, the wetness starting to overcome my swelling pussy.


I heard the hard cold metal jangle of his belt buckle and the zip of his jeans as he took them down. I heard the swish of cotton on skin as he slid his T shirt over his head. His hand found my belt and with a hard yank he pulled me back to him, sliding back so violently on the bed that my breath flew out of my body and the computer flew to the floor. He thrust his hands round the front of my jeans, ripping at my belt buckle, my zip and in one sure movement he had removed everything leaving me naked from the waist down. Bent over for him, I thought I knew what was coming and the excitement of it made me gush with heat and wetness between my thighs. My body tingled with the anticipation of being taken by him and fucked.


He picked me up and flipped me over as his voice commanded in a low almost inaudible tone 'Get on your back'. I did..'Take of your top'.. I did. My head lay over the side over the bed, he remained standing, his cock slapping my cheek as he slid his hand over my throat to my breast, slapping my left breast, my pink nipples hard and erect with excitement. His left hand slapped and teased my breasts alternately squeezing and pinching my nipples and heightening my excitement. His right hand held his cock guiding it into my eager mouth.

I have loved cock for a very long time, but more than cock alone, I love cock in my mouth, forced into my throat, deep. I have an oral preference..my mouth tongue and teeth seek out a lovers body, explore it. Never a happier place to be than between a mans thighs with tongue and teeth exploring his inside thigh, sinking my teeth in, just to bite and have him inside my mouth. Never happier is the place where i find myself with one, two balls in my mouth, sucking and tonguing them for my pleasure. Never happier is my heart when I am laid out for my throat to be fucked deeply like I was on this sunny Sunday afternoon.

He leaned forward one hand twisting my nipple and his other hand sliding down my belly, over my trimmed mound to my aching wet pink lips.
'Open your legs...WIDER!'. He didn't really need to instruct me here but I like it when he does, I want it and need it, so I waited for the instruction. Besides I was losing my head in my throat fucking and possibly I needed the instruction more than I knew. As he leaned further forward, his hand slid into my wetness exploring it with his fingers, one, two...sliding in and out then hooking his fingers upward to that spot that drives me wild and heightens my sense of loss of control. His cock thrust deeper into my throat I was beginning to feel fucked, losing my breath and my mind in the dizziness of pure joy. Then sliding his fingers out of my aching cunt he leaned down, his tongue moving into my dripping pink engorged little beast. This of course made his cock slide ever deeper into my throat. Panic overwhelmed me ..I couldn't breath, couldn't think. I began to struggle, to gag, push against him, but he wouldn't be moved. I was becoming so dizzy with the heat in his tongue falling over my tight puckered arse and then into my deep wetness, by now I felt I was going to pass out, unable to breath, panic welling inside me. I felt myself give in, relax my throat, struggle left me, ecstasy returning. I was in heaven, all my senses were muted by the pleasure he was giving and having...then without warning, he ripped his cock away, his mouth came away from my hot pink pussy and he found my mouth, still gagging and sucking in great gulps of air. I tasted myself on his tongue.


He stood at my head and flipped me over in one movement taking my hair in his hand in a ponytail and began to drag me across the bed, 'Get up, get up, get up..', low and growling and with the slightest amount of urgency only apparent by the speed of his words. His tone was unchanged. He pulled me up by my hair. I love to be brought to heel by my hair. To be twisted and turned at his whim by my blonde loosely curled locks. One man has called it a mop that he would like to see bobbing up and down between his thighs, which of course is my idea of pretty close to heaven!


He dragged me off the bed, across the room to the walk-in robe, pulling me into its darkness and closing the door behind us. He turned me around to face the door and threw my hands above my head. I had little idea of what was in his head. He had not done this before and that was exciting, I wanted to cum then and there, to be brought to orgasm by this one exciting act, but held back aching for him to take me to that place. He was tying my wrists to the door. Either side, spread eagled.I ached to cum, his body against mine his hand round my throat his other hand in my wetness by now dripping down my thigh.


'Open your legs..' his hand pushed my head into the door and told me not to move, he pulled my hips back to him and thrust his hard, hot, throbbing cock into my aching cunt. Such pleasure as he began to fuck me from behind. I lifted my head from the door, arching my back, but his hand pushed it back. I lifted my head again in pleasure, not thinking or remembering my instruction, and again he pushed it back, but this time with such force that it banged on the back of the door..'I told you not to move!'.. I was in ecstasy, waves of pleasure were caressing my body as he fucked me from behind and fucked me harder, faster.


I can't remember the last time he fucked me when he hasn't been behind me. This suits me just wonderfully. I lost my virginity bent over for an older man and I have never looked back (so to speak). I guess there has always been in me a submissive woman wanting, needing to find expression.


He was fucking me hard, grunting like an animal. Raw sexuality being released and I could feel the tension building in me..wanting to cum..waiting to cum. His hand on the back of my neck pushing me forward into the door so hard I thought I would go through it. His fingers clutching my throat and squeezing so firmly I almost lost my breath again. As they squeezed harder I got dizzier, unable to breath properly, I felt my self cumming, wanting to let go, needing him to tell me to let go.

'Do you want to come, baby?' he grunted.

I couldn't answer and he repeated the question with some irritation. I nodded, gasping with a little air I had, 'yes!'


'Yes..what?' as he thrust harder into me..and released his hand slightly so air could rush into my lungs.


'yes, please, I want to come.' gasping for the air.


'Cum NOW!'


I let go with all that had built..such huge waves of spasm and delicious ecstasy..he pumped and rammed harder and deeper into me shooting hot jets of sticky thick cum into my cunt, coating me with it, dripping down my thighs. I let go a scream, deep and primal..grateful to him for bringing me here, loving him for allowing me to cum when he did, taking pleasure from his cry of ecstasy..sweating, hot, dizzy, tears rolling down my cheek completely over whelmed and in love.


He collapsed into my body. My cum and his dripping out of me onto the floor. He released my wrists and I collapsed onto the floor with our cum. He picked me up and took me to the bed..holding me while i cried, caressing me..


'good girl' he said, kissing my forehead..and that was all I needed.