Sunday, September 29, 2013

internet history.

      What was that webpage I was reading earlier?  I can't seem to find it, no matter what I google.

      Oh, yes.  I'll just go to the internet history.  There's even a caption that says, "Earlier Today".  Great.  Hmm, let's see.  So much baseball!  I guess Jake was on my laptop today.  I feel bad looking at this, but it is quite interesting!  I can see every page he looked at while on my laptop.  Facebook, news articles, comedy sketches, google searches.  Wait.  Google search: "fake tit teen".  "Skinny big tits".  Video: "Perfect tits and a Creampie".  I know he surfs porn, but it makes me feel weird seeing exactly what he browsed.   It doesn't make me feel very good.  I mean, I have nice breasts, but I wouldn't call them big.  And we had great sex last night!  Ugh!  I'm a little angry.  How would he feel if he saw me searching "shirtless muscular hunks"?  You can click a link to go to the websites, but I don't want to look.  Of course, I do, anyway.  


      The google search, "fake tit teen", was an image search.  Tons of women with obviously fake breasts; but also, lots of good looking women whose breasts I can't be certain are fake, or real.  You know how google searches don't exactly give you what you're looking for, just a word that was in common with another word on that page.  Some are real looking women, not necessarily porn stars or models.  I go to what Jake searched for next, perhaps not finding what he was looking for.  "Skinny big tits".  Now, these women are ridiculous looking.  Enormous balloons on tiny frames.  Most are older, with botox mouths and bleached out hair, as well.  I feel better knowing that I'm better looking than most of them.  Big boobs, yes; but they're otherwise not very attractive.  It doesn't bother me anymore, looking at them.  


      The next is a porn video, labelled, "Perfect tits and a Creampie."  I click on it, and the video begins.  The camera man is talking to her, asking her how old she is, if she's done this before.  She's shy, doesn't look at the camera easily.  Turned eighteen just over a month ago.  She either a good actress, or really hasn't done this very much.  Has a surprisingly pretty face, with fair skin, dark hair and eyes.  She removes her shirt, revealing fantastic tits.  I'm not usually attracted to big boobs, but they're lovely.  Perfectly shaped, with nice nipples.  They look real, considering all the fake tits I just saw.  He asks her if she shaves; she says no.  He wants to see her pussy, so she sheepishly pulls down her pants, revealing a nicely groomed triangle of dark hair.  He tells her to turn around, and bend over.  He calls it, "uncharted territory."  Wait, how long have I been stroking myself?  She starts sucking his cock.  Where's my vibrator?  He tells her she's a natural.  And my lube?  The camera follows her ass, and she walks up the stairs to the bedroom.  It cuts to her, naked, bending over on the bed.  He spits on her pussy and eases his cock inside.  "Are you ready?  How does it feel?  Look at me.  Does it hurt?  A little bit?  It feels good though?"  I turn my vibe on, and relax back into my chair.  "You're a big girl now.  You can take it, can't you?  Thatta girl."  She's gorgeous.  Oh god.  Her brow is knit the entire time; it's precious.  He puts his finger in her ass.  "You like it?  Tell me you like it."  The way her boobs hang, while she's on all fours, make them look just delicious.  I don't fault Jake at all for liking this.  How could you not?  Each time she tries to get up a bit, he pushes her face back down into the bed, so that her ass sticks up into the air.  Oh yeah.  Now, he tells her to get on her back, spread her legs.  He holds her legs apart while he fucks her.  "Thatta girl.  Does it hurt?  It feels ok?"  Her tits looks lovely, bouncing around, while he fucks her.  Especially when he goes harder; they really start moving.  Small, sweet sounds escape her mouth.  Oh fuck.  Yeah.  "Good girl.  You're being such a big girl for me."  As I watch her, I bare down to come.  Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!  Oh yeah.  Wow.  I take a long breath.  In, and out.  


     Maybe I won't confront him about it after all.                                       

Friday, September 27, 2013

no respect.

      My boyfriend doesn't respect my body.

      He constantly grabs me in public, and never with my consent.  In fact, I've told him not to, many times.  Sometimes he does it with my family present, or friends; he'll slap me on the ass, or suddenly stick his tongue in my mouth.  I constantly tell him that it's disrespectful.  What's worse, he does it in private as well.  Always inappropriately, purely for his own amusement.  He'll try to do it when we're at home, and I'm trying to have a serious conversation with him, or when I'm clearly in a rush to go out somewhere.  He'll tackle me on the couch, trying to get his hand up my skirt, and I'll be struggling to get away, getting angrier, and angrier.  He probably laughs about it with his friends after.  My friends tell me to leave him.

      The thing is, that lately, this behavior turns me on.  While I'm fighting him off, I find myself getting wet.  What's worse, is that he notices, and teases me mercilessly for it.  It encourages him, making him bully me even more; going further, and further every time.  

      This morning, I'm trying to get ready for work.  I'm running late.  I'm almost out the door, and he grabs me from behind.  "Where are you going so fast?"  He's holding onto my arm.  
      "I have to go to work, baby,"  I say as sweetly as possible.  His other hand cups my breast through my blouse, and he starts to pinch the nipple.  "Please baby, I'm running late," I say, pushing his hand back down.  
      "Then why are these so hard?"  His hand reaches back up to one of my nipples, this time, under my shirt.  
      "Because you're playing with them, baby.  I have to go,"  I say, stepping away from his embrace.  
      "I think you want more," he says into my ear, grabbing me from behind now, and reaching down into my pants.  "You're wet," he whispers.  "You like it, don't you?"  I feel myself relax into him.  
     "No, baby.  Not now, ok?"  I respond, half heatedly, without making a move to get away from him.  It's over.  I'm his.  He turns me around, and plunges his tongue into my mouth.  Removing it only for a moment, just to tell me to suck it.  I do what he says.  I move my lips over his tongue, like I do when I suck his cock.  
    "You whore," he breathes.  
    "I don't want to.  Please baby," I beg one last time.  
    "Yes, you do."  He plunges his finger into my pussy.  
    "Oohh," I moan.  I'm so wet.  I hate that I am; I hate that he takes me like this.  He rips open my blouse, buttons falling to the floor, and removes my breasts from the cups of my bra, so he has a nice visual of them.  
    "Get on your knees."  Always obedient, I do; even here in the hallway, right by the front door.  He unzips his fly, and pulls out his enormous erection.  "Open up."  I close my eyes, and open my mouth.  "Look at me," he commands.  When my eyes meet his, my pussy floods moisture.  The truth is, I love the abuse, and he knows it.  He grabs my hair, and leads my head towards his cock.  I try to grab the massive thing, trying to exert some control over the situation, but he tells me not to use my hands.  He thrusts it into my mouth, just once, and it gags me slightly.  I bend forward, coughing.  But, he wants it back in.  He puts it way in the side of my mouth, stretching my cheek, and taps the outside of my face with his hand.  I reach down and rub my pussy through my panties.  "You like it, don't you, slut?  Open your mouth."  He pulls my head so that it leans back, and he spits in my mouth.  He leans down, and wetly kisses me.  Still holding onto my hair, he straightens, and roughly thrusts his cock into my mouth a few times.  He puts it into the side of my mouth, and pops it out, so that it makes a sound.  He laughs.  
     "You like being used, don't you?  You like being a dirty whore."  He grabs my hair tighter, demanding a response.  "Don't you?"  
     "Yes," I admit.  I move my underwear out of the way, and massage my clit.  
     "You want my cum, don't you?  You'll have to suck it out, slut."  I begin to vigorously work my mouth over his cock.  "Where do you want it," he continues, "On your fucking face?  Is that what you want?  That's what dirty whores get, don't they?"  I hold my mouth open, while he holds my head steady, and aggressively thrusts into it.  My pussy is absolutely dripping.  "Keep your mouth open. I'm going to fucking shoot my load on your face."  He fucks my face at a faster pace, and then at the last moment, he pulls out.  His hot cum shoots out on my tougue, into my mouth, all over my face.    

      He looks down at me with no expression.  "Get to work."  I get up, wash my face quickly in the washroom, and leave.  But I know I'll be back.                                    

Saturday, September 14, 2013

virgin.



       I'm a virgin. Still. And I'm thirty four. At this point, I just want it over and done with.

      For so long, I've waited for the right person to come along.  It's almost happened so many times, I can't even tell you.  Lately though, my feelings towards it have changed.  For the past couple years, it's become like an obsession, controlling me.  It's been the source of a lot of anxiety, and frustration.  At this point, I want it to happen unceremoniously.  I just want it to be over with, so I can get on with my life.
      That's why I called Ted.  "A registered sex therapist," the ad says, Ted "helps women overcome sexual fears and anxieties".  I gave him a call, told him my situation, and he booked me in within the week.  Obviously, I'm torn.  I'm both nervous, and looking forward to finally conquering this thing.
      When I arrive, Ted opens the door, and greets me warmly.  He's much more normal looking than I expected.  Probably around my age, but attractive, he looks like could have a wife, and/or children.  He gestures for me to sit down.  
     "So," I launch in, "I'm here because I'm developing a lot of anxiety about ..."  
     "Sex."  Ted finishes.  I take a breath.  
     "Yes.  But ..."  
     "I'm going to stop you right there.  From what you said to me on the phone, it seems to me that you've been overfocussing a bit.  Specifically, on the negative.  Please tell me if I'm wrong, but I believe you've been doing a great deal of talking about this the last couple years."  I nod.  
     "You're not wrong."  He smiles, affectionately.  
     "I'm glad you called me.  I think it's time you started doing something about it.  So, let's get started.  In your own time, I'd like you to remove your clothing."  He takes off his shirt, to reveal a toned upper body.  This might not be so bad after all.  I can't believe I'm finally going to do this.  I take off my pants and shirt, sheepishly leaving on my underwear. 
      "Tell me about a good sexual experience you've had recently," he asks, while sitting down beside me on the bed.  
     "Well.  I like when they play with my breasts.  And kiss my neck."  
     "That's a good start," he says, gesturing me to lie down.  He looks me over.  "You have a great body.  Are you sure no one's had their cock in you?  I would think guys would be all over you."  I smile.  
     "Yeah, I'm pretty sure."  He touches my breasts lightly, almost tickling them.  
     "Feel free to touch yourself.  I want you to be completely relaxed, and contented.  Do what you would do when masturbating at home."  My hand drifts in between my legs, where I give a small amount of pressure.  "That's good," he says, "That feels nice?"  
     "Yes."  He folds down the cup of my bra, and holds my breast, gently pinching with the nipple between his fingers.  I close my eyes.  His warm mouth opens onto my neck, sending sensations all the way down to my pussy.  His other hand pets my head, my hair, pressing me closer to his mouth.  His leg straddles one of mine, and he starts to gently press himself against me.  So far, so good.  
     "Can you feel my cock?  You've gotten me so hard.  You can touch it, if you want."  I apprehensively touch it through his pants.  I'm anxious that he's going to speed things up if I do.  "Don't worry," he says, almost reading my mind, "I wont do anything before asking you."  He kisses my neck again, sending signals down to my pussy to relax.  I cup the bulge of his cock in my hand, and find that, if I know he's not going to just jump on top of me and try to fuck me, I enjoy touching it very much.  It even gets me wetter, feeling how hard he is.  "Would you like me to take my cock out?"  I feel myself smile.  
     "Yes."  My hand touches the back of his, as he undoes his fly.  He takes my hand and leads it to his cock, until I grip it.  I love feeling it in my hand, but I fumble a bit.  
     "You don't have to stroke it or anything.  It feels good just to have you hold it."         
      Ted's mouth drifts down to my breasts, and his tongue plays with the nipples.  I arch my back into him, and he unclasps my bra from behind me.  "Would you like these off, too?" He asks, and I lift my hips.  He slides my panties off, and I part myself, between my legs, feeling how truly wet I am.  I use the moisture to massage my clit, while holding his cock in my other hand.  "Would you like me to touch your pussy?  I would love to."  
     "Yes."  
     "I want to see you keep touching your clit.  It's so sexy."  I smile, and keep playing with my clit.  It's heavenly.  I can feel him touching my thighs, kneading his hand through the small patch of hair above my pussy.  Teasing the opening of my pussy, massaging it.  "I'm not going to put anything inside, ok?  I just want to play with it for awhile."  
     "Mmm. It's great."  
     "Good. You're doing so great for me.  You have such a pretty pussy."
      I'm so wet.  He's driving me crazy.  "More," I breathe.  
      "You want my fingers already?  You're being such a good girl for me."  But, he doesn't give them to me yet.  He circles them around and around the opening of my pussy,  mercilessly teasing me.  
      "Oh god, please!"  He gives me one of his fingers, but I can barely feel it, so he gives me two.  He plays with my g-spot, while I enthusiastically massage my clit.  He adds another finger.  
      "This is almost as big as my cock.  It's not too much different than what I'm doing right now."  I look at him.  
      "Really?"  He laughs. 
      "Yes.  I'm also not going to give you the whole thing.  You're going to love it."  He smiles.  "Can I touch my cock against your pussy for a bit?  Don't stop working your clit, ok?  I won't put it in until you tell me to.  I promise."  
      Ted kneels in front of me, and I feel the tip of his cock against me, slightly clumsier than his hand.  He gets it wet, and circles my opening with it, just like he was doing with his fingers.  "That's nice," he says, "I just want to do this for awhile, ok?  Can you do that for me?"  I feel it there, and it's driving me wild.  Pressing against, and sliding around my wet, swollen pussy.  Every once and a while, poking the tip slightly inside.  "You feel so good on my cock," he reassures, "I just want to do this, ok?"  
       "Oooh," I moan, almost protesting.  It would drive me completely insane if this went on much longer.  "Give it to me.  Give it to me, Ted."  He smiles.  
     "You want my cock?  You're doing such a good job for me, aren't you?"  
     "Give it to me, Ted!"  
     "The tip's already in."  What?  It feels so good!  Holy shit.  
     "Fuck me, Ted!"  He starts to slowly thrust, and now I can feel him.  But it isn't uncomfortable at all; it feels fucking fabulous.  I want more.  
     "I'm not going to go very deep, alright?  I'm going to keep it exactly like this, ok?"  He thrusts slowly, and shallow, and I'm going fucking wild on it.  I can't believe I haven't done this before.  "Keep touching yourself, ok?  Can you do that for me?"  
     "Ohh, yes," I answer, furiously rubbing my clit, now.  
    "Good girl.  You like that, don't you?  You like my cock?"  
    "Oh, fuck yes!"  
    "You're doing so good for me.  Just like that, ok?  Can you keep it up, just for me?"  
    "Oh, fuck yes, Ted!  Fuck!"  
    "You want to get me off?  Would you like that?  Is that what you want?"  
    "Oh fuck!  Yes!  Yes!  Yes!"  
    "Oooohh," Ted expels, collapsing on top of me.  His cock twitches inside of me.  

      I start laughing.  I can't believe that I was afraid of it for so long!  As I can't stop giggling, his cock slips out, and I gasp.  "Sorry," Ted apologizes.  "Didn't mean to take it out that fast."  He looks at me, checking in.  "Feel good?"  He asks.  
     "Relieved,"  I sigh.  "Yes, good.  I feel great."  He lies with me awhile, as I contemplate a world of possibilities.                                                           
                                   

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

phone sex.

      Lately someone's been contacting me.  They're not supposed to; I'm not even sure how they got my email.  I use a pseudonym at work, and there are plenty of security measures in place, including what we can and can't talk about, but I have to admit, I'm new at this.  I'm supposed to report anything like this to my boss, but the messages seem harmless enough.  He seems sweet, actually.  His name is Dave.  It's not at all like the harassment, or stalking, that the other girls at the call center warn me about. 
      I'm sitting at my desk at work, on a typical day.  Most of the girls are already into phone conversations with clients.  The ads show young women, scantilly dressed and smiling, on their beds or in some other erotic setting, phone in hand.  The reality of the call center is slightly less glamourous.  A bunch of women cluttered together, in the cramped room of an office building, of varying weights, ages, and commercial attractiveness.  All with sexy voices, and an adventurous nature, however.  Most use headsets, doing everything from their nails, to homework, as they engage in phone sex with customers. 
      I browse my email on my cell phone, and find another from Dave.  The fifth or sixth, in the span of about a month.  "The last talk we had was great.  You really have improved my sex life recently, both solo, and with my girlfriend.  I think about you often, and hope you are well.  If you ever need anyone to satisfy the fantasies we talk about, please let me know.  I would love to be that person."  I give a short laugh, enough for one of the girls to ask about it.  
     "Oh, just something sweet my boyfriend said."  
    "You're not supposed to sext at work, you minx," she teases, then widens her eyes. "You're beaming!  It must have been a good one!"  I roll my eyes at her, but when her back is turned, read the email again.  As much as I know it's unprofessional, and possibly dangerous, to have any reaction but deleting the emails and notifying my manager, I've kept them all.  I read them over, and over.  I even find myself checking my email repeatedly, hoping to find another message.  At least I'm not so far gone as to reply to any of them.  I still don't know which one of my clients Dave is, since most callers use a psuedonym as well, or don't want to give a name at all.  I'm nervous for the moment that he reveals himself as the person who has been contacting me.  For then, I am contractually obligated to ban him as a caller.
      My phone rings.  "Nightlife Calling, tonight you're speaking with Lisa," I say in my sexiest voice.  "I'm so happy you called. What can I do for you tonight?"  The line is silent.  "Everything is confidential.  You have no reason to be nervous.  Do you have a first name?  I want to hear that sexy voice of yours."  Another pause.  Just when I'm about to hang up, I hear a tentative voice say something.
     "Could we skip that for now? Can we talk about what you would do to me if you were here?"  
    "I would love to.  I wish I was.  Would you like it if I was in your bedroom?"  
    "Yes.  What are you wearing?"  
    "Your favourite outfit.  A sexy lace push up bra, black lacy panties, garters, and heels.  I want you to think of how my tits look in this bra, ok?"  
     "Ok."  
     "I put this lingerie on just for you.  I wanted to look sexy for you. "  Some movement. He's starting to jerk off.  
    "Mmm," he moans.  
    "Lie back.  I want to see your cock bulging through your pants.  Do you want me to take it out?"  
     "Mmm. Yes."  
     "I unzip your fly, and pull your pants down a bit.  I can see your big cock begging to be let out.  I pull down your underwear, and it stands up straight for me.  Did I make your cock hard like that?"  
     A muffled, "Oh yeah."  
    "Do you want to feel my mouth on it?" 
    "Yes."  
    "I tease the tip with my tongue.  I love the head of your cock.  I kiss it with my lips and tongue, making out with it, putting the tip in my mouth slightly.  I lick the shaft, lick your cock all over with my wet, warm tongue.  I want you to really want it.  I put the tip in my mouth, and slowly move it in and out.  Just the tip.  Is that nice?"  
    "I want to tell you my name.  I want you to say it."  
    "Anything, baby.  What is it?"  
    "Dave."
         My heart drops.  Oh god.  I want to ask, but I can't.  It could easily be any other guy named Dave.  Carry on as normal.  "Do you want me to put the whole thing in my mouth, Dave?"  
        "Oh, yes." 
        "My mouth is salivating just thinking about it.  My lips slide down the shaft of your cock, and your cock almost touches the back of my throat.  Oh, Dave.  It's so big.  I don't think I've ever had a cock this big in my mouth."  I readjust on the chair, and realize I'm wet.  I'm thinking about him; hoping it's him.  I think of all the emails he's sent me.  How much he wants me.  I look around; I don't think anyone has noticed my predicament.  "I slowly begin to move my mouth up and down your cock.  Do you want to thrust into my mouth while I do it, Dave?  Think about putting your hands in my hair and fucking my mouth."  I press my legs together, thrusting a bit myself.  "Do you like to watch me suck your cock?  Do you?"  
       "Mmm.  Yes."  I move, so that my chair is tightly tucked under a desk.  I discreetly undo the top of my pants, and slide my hand down them.  My pussy is flooded; so completely wet.  I massage my clit, careful to move only my hand, and not my entire arm.  
       "Remove my bra.  I want you to kiss my tits while I ride you.  They're big, aren't they?  Are you thinking of my tits, Dave?"  
       "Mmm.  Oh, yeah."  
       "I'm going to fuck you, Dave.  I want to bounce on that gorgeous fucking cock of yours."  I'm so fucking wet.  I feverishly masturbate under the table.  "Do you like to watch me fuck you?  Do you like me working myself over your cock?  Can you picture my big tits as I do it?  I'm going to get myself off on you, Dave.  I'm going to come over your cock."  Oh, god.  I'm getting there.  "I'm going faster.  Fuck me, Dave.  Fuck me hard.  Flip me around and fuck me.  Fuck me, fuck me, fuck, fuck, fuck!"  Holy shit!!!  Oh fuck!!  Oh god.  Wow.  I look around.  The girl across the table gives me a thumbs up for my performance.  I wink at her, out of breath, trying to play it cool.  
      "Dave?"  I say into the phone.  
      "Wow," he responds.  "You are a goddess.  You'll be hearing from me."  
      "Thanks for the fun time, Dave.  Call soon."
     I tell one of the girls that I'm going on a smoke break.  God, I hope he never says anything that makes this come to an end.                 

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

diary of a call girl.

      I look at my watch. My next client is fifteen minutes late. 

      All I have is his name, Chris; and a phone number with a woman's voice on the answering machine.  For obvious professional reasons, I'm not about to leave him a message.  He still pays for the full hour, no matter what time he shows up, so I'm in no rush.  If he doesn't at all, however, I'm out of luck.  At that point, I may leave a message, just for spite.
      Finally, twenty minutes in, there's a knock at the door.   I open it, to reveal a woman.  I move behind the door, considering my attire; a silk robe, with lingerie underneath; also, protection.  You never know with women; she may be coming here to slap me clean across the face for sleeping with her husband. "Can I help you?"  I ask innocently.  
     "I'm Chris," she responds nervously. "I'm here for my appointment?"  Oh shit.  A woman?  I mean, I've slept with a couple women in my life, here and there, but never professionally.  She must see the flustered look on my face, because she continues, "I know I'm late.  Will you still take me?  It's alright if you can't. I understand."  I give my head a shake.  
     "Oh, no! Of course I can. Please, come in, Chris."  She tentatively smiles, walking past me.  I'm not in the gay or bi pages; I wonder why she called me.  Most girls would turn her away, but business is slow, and I'm not about to.  "Just so you're aware, I don't usually do women.  I need to give you a different rate.  Let's say, $80 for nude oral, $100 for full service?"  
     "That's fine," she nods. "I understand."  
     "I'm not usually the one to ask questions, but can you tell me something?" She nods again. "Why did you call me? There are plenty of girls that specialize in pleasing ..."  
     "I wanted a straight woman," and then, perhaps realizing that the most girls that work with women, only do it because their boyfriend won't let them do guys anymore, clarifies.  "I want someone that hasn't done it a hundred times.  I want it to be new for them."  So, she has a "first time" fetish.  Well, at least the expectations won't be too high, I silently muse.
      "So, Chris.  Have a seat. What can I do for you today?"  She sits beside me on the bed, and I get into working mode.  I flash her my seductive eyes, move all my hair around to one side, and arch my back, so that my curves are excentutated.  
     "Full service, please," she replies, handing over the money.  Shit. What exactly is full service when it comes to woman on woman?  I try to recall what toys I have around, and ask for a moment to get set up. 
      I retreat to the hallway, and happily find a strap on dildo that I sometimes use for pegging, and several vibrators, that I usually use on myself while the man watches.  I step into the harness, and fasten the straps.  I look at myself in the mirror, admiring my cock.  It feels different on me, now that I'm using it on a woman.  Knowing that she not only won't have any fear or apprehension towards it, but will actually fully desire it, I instantly have feelings of pride for my cock.  I'm feeling very confident suddenly.
      I turn the corner, and Chris smiles.  I let her look at me a while, as I remove my robe.  I also take the moment to finally look at her.  She is a beautiful woman, with full, chestnut hair, and large eyes, with long eyelashes.  "How would you like to get started?" I ask, as I approach her.  
      "Undress me," she replies.  I lift her dress up, revealing a lace thong similar to mine, and a gorgeously flat stomach.  She raises her arms, and I lift the dress over her head, her hair catching as I do, letting it dramatically fall by around her shoulders afterward.  A matching lace push up bra, and softly sloped shoulders.  I touch them with my fingertips, down her arms, reaching around her to unclasp her bra.  Our faces are very close, but she doesn't try to kiss me. She's done this before.  I step back, and her bra falls forward, exposing exquisitely small breasts, with soft pink nipples to match.  
      "You're gorgeous," I whisper in her ear, and mean it.  I reach around, to remove my own bra.  I let the straps fall, but shyly hold the cups on my breasts.  "I've never really done this with another woman," I confess.   She smiles broadly; it's what she wants to hear. I apprehensively expose them, and she immediately grabs them, like they're her own.  And they are, for this hour.  
      "I want you to go down on me," she commands.  I redden, trying to rememeber if I still know how.   
      "I'll try," I say, playing the role. Little does she know, it's practically true.  I lean her back, and she lifts her hips, while I remove her thong.  I lick my finger, and touch the lips of her pussy.  After a little massaging, a finger slips beyond them, to her clit. "You're so wet!" I remark, surprised, as if I didn't realize that an aroused women feels wet.  
     "What did you expect?" She teases, smiling.  "Just touch me like you like to be touched."  In that case, I think, I would want my nipples played with at the same time.  I look at the gorgeous flower of her pussy; with it's delicate, lovely folds, and vibrant colour, and fragrance.  I lean in, and flick her tiny clit with my tongue.  She takes sweet, and clean, and I find myself genuinely getting excited.  This is unusual for me, because I always compartmentalize my work so well.  Appointments aren't sexually pleasurable for me, and they shouldn't be.  But, because Chris has made me shut off the autopilot, I'm forced to be present.  Here, in this room.  With a beautiful naked woman. 
      I reach up, lightly pinching her nipples, while I lick her clit.  "That's good," she moans.  "Exactly."  I massage her opening with one hand, and she's thrusting against me, getting wetter and wetter.  I enjoy a finger fuck every now and then, so I slide one into place, and tickle her g-spot, while I continue stimulating her clit.  She starts to buck her hips.  
     "Am I doing it right?" I ask, innocently.  
     "Put your cock in me," is her response.  
     "I don't know.  Does it look silly?" I get up, pout, pose for her.  She lifts her head to look at me.  
    "You look fucking incredible," she breathes.  I lube up one of the vibes, to keep on her clit.  Then, I remember that the strap on has a built-in vibe for the wearer.  I never had reason to use it, because work isn't about sexual pleasure for me, but decide now to flick the switch.  As soon as it starts, I realize how intensely turned on I am.  Now entering into dangerous and unknown territory, I bend over Chris, kissing her breasts.  I maneuver the dildo towards her clit, and rub it against her.  "Give it to me!"  She screams.  I keep teasing her by rubbing the dildo over her clit, and her opening.  The harder I press, the more I feel the vibe on my clit, the better it feels.  As I enter her, she sighs deeply, letting go of any stress she once had.  I will always love that part of my job.  I take the hand held vibrator, and hold it against her clit, while I'm inside her.  Each time I thrust, the vibe inside stimulates my clit, and I'm so aroused, I can feel myself dripping down my leg.  It encourages me to thrust, as if it was a real cock was getting pleased.  
     "Do it slowly, letting it massage the front wall inside me.  Just like you were with your finger."  I do as I'm told, but I'm going crazy, needing to fuck her harder, for my own pleasure.  "Right there.  Right there.  Oh yes.  Oh.  Oh."  I don't dare change it up.  She's going to come.  "Oh fuck.  Oh fuck.  Fuck!"  There it is; finally!  She calls out, writhes around, convulses.  But, I keeping fucking her.  Harder.  Oh, yeah.  The pressure on my my pubic bone, mixed with the vibe on my clit, is out of this world.  Oh, god!  I'm going to fucking explode.  
    "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!!!  Holy shit!!!"  
      
      My eyes dart open.  Chris's jaw is dropped, and she's staring at me.  I withdraw the dildo.  "Was that good for you, baby?"  I ask, trying to contain myself.  
     "I think that was good for both of us."  She retorts, smiling.                 

Sunday, September 1, 2013

an open marriage.

      Dan and I have an open marriage.  The basic rule, is to be completely honest with each other about our affairs, but never overlapping our relationships. Also known as, clean up after yourself, if you're bringing someone home. Make sure they're long gone by the time the other walks in the door.  So far, I've been pretty good, but tonight, I don't know what happened.

      His name is Alan; we met at work.  He has a nice build, is clean cut, with a fair complexion and hair.  I approached him a couple weeks ago, getting an easy going, adventurous vibe from him, and asked if he would be interested in getting involved in our special situation.  Turns out he has a thing for women that are seeing other men.  We've slept together twice; and I enjoy his unselfish, patient way of making love.  He often asks me to tell him about my husband.  He gets off on being the 'other man'. 
      I asked Alan to meet me at my place after dinner, as Dan had some business to attend to.  True to our rule, I let my husband know that I would be having someone over, but that we would be done by the time he got home, which was around nine o'clock.  Alan ended up getting caught in traffic, and called me, letting me know that he would be a little late.  Which turned into a lot late.  When he arrived, he was very apologetic, and quite harried looking.  He seemed stressed out, perhaps about cutting short our already limited time together.  
       "Do you still want to ...?"  He asked, already preparing himself for rejection.  I felt so badly for him; he looked so sweet, and sad.  
       "Of course," I cooed, touching his ear.  
       "We may just have to skip a few things this time."  His face lit up.  I led him to the bedroom.  We kissed; I undressed him, kissed any skin I exposed.  He removed my blouse, hungrily kissed my neck, and shoulders, while he did so. I sat on the bed, he laid me back, kissing me, crawling on top of me.  He kissed my breasts, my back arched into him.  Down my stomach, towards my pussy, but I lifted his face back up.  
       "No time for that today,"  I say, my finger raised, mock disciplining him.  I grabbed his cock through his underwear; it was fantastically hard.  "You really need to get fucked tonight, don't you? Poor baby," I soothed.  He took off his underwear, smiling relief. 
      "You have no idea."  And here we are.  Alan about to stick it in, me on my back, and Dan standing silently in the hallway. 
      I see my husband; a look of shock on my face, no doubt, and a surprised "oh" escapes my mouth at the sight of him.  How long has he been standing there?  This being the exact time Alan puts his cock in me, he doesn't notice anything amiss.  Fuck!  I thought we had another half hour at least.  My jaw is dropped open, eyes locked with my husband. Alan, eyes closed, is starting to fuck me now, but, a total deer in headlights, I can't bring myself to move or say anything. 
      Then, an unexpected thing happens.  Dan smiles.  Suddenly, I'm back in my body, which is getting promptly fucked by now.  "Oh, yeah," I venture, looking Dan in the eye.  He smiles again, unzipping his pants, and letting them drop to the floor.  "Oh yeah!"  I say, genuinely enjoying myself now, throwing my head back.  From the hallway, Dan pulls out his cock, and begins stroking it.  "Alan," I whisper coyly, when he's bent over on top of me, "I think we have a visitor."  He immediately pulls out, ready to run.  But, before he tenses up too much, Dan reassures. 
     "It's ok, man.  Do you mind if I join?"  A look of hesitation across Alan's face.  "After all, she is my wife," Dan adds, laughing.  
     "Oh!  God!  Of course!"  Alan appears to relax a bit, smiling, but his boner has definitely gone down.  I take it in my mouth, while my husband finishes undressing.  It hardens almost instantly, perhaps remembering how badly it needs to get off right now.
      "That's nice, baby," Dan says from behind me.  "Show me that ass, while you do it."  I slide my mouth over Alan's cock, intensely turned on that Dan is watching me.  I'm on my knees, sticking my ass out at him, begging to be touched.  He touches it, grabbing flesh in his hands, giving it a little spank.  I moan, mouth full of cock.  I feel his tongue between the cheeks, then down to my pussy.  "Oh, you're wet, baby.  Would you like me to fuck you while your mouth's full of cock?"  With Alan's cock filling my mouth, I manage an affirmative "mm hmm".  I feel him slide inside me, and I want it so badly I could scream.  "Don't take it out of your mouth, baby.  Not for a second.  Ok?"  
      "Mm hmm!"  He fucks me at a good, solid rhythm, and it's already driving me wild.  But Dan soon stops short, pulls me around, flipping me over on my back, so that my head is at the end of the bed, towards him, who has been fucking me, standing beside the bed.  He pulls me close to him, so that my head is hanging back over the side.  This is my favourite way to fellate a man, and Dan knows it. 
      "Do you want to get fucked while you do this to me, baby?"  
      "Oh yeah, baby," I breathe.  Alan is quick to do as he's told, finding my pussy with his cock, and slowly starts to move in and out of me.  I let my neck slacken, my head falling back off the bed, and Dan's familiar cock enters my mouth from his standing position.  He too, thrusts into me, but in quick, shallow strokes.  Someone touches my breasts; as I can feel them jiggling around as I get fucked.  Probably my husband, as I know he can't stand to see them move like that without grabbing them.  
     "I love to see your tits move while you're on your back, baby," he confirms.  He pulls his cock out.  "Where you a bad girl tonight?  Did I catch you with another man?  Hmm?  Do you deserve this?"  
     "Yes, baby!"  He kisses me, upside down.  
     "Get on the bottom," he orders Alan.  "I want to see you ride him, baby."  Alan does what Dan says, getting on his back, ready to receive me.  Dan grabs his own cock, as I mount Alan, and bounce on him, until he starts his eyes start to roll back.  "Bend forward now, baby.  I want to see your asshole."  This is my favourite position, and again, Dan knows it.  I get on my knees, and I feel Dan grab my ass, pulling it apart.  I feel myself wanting to come already.  His fingers are trying to get inside.  He spits on my asshole.  
     "Ohh," I moan, "Fuck!"  He has a few in there, I find myself wanting his cock, too.  
     "Greedy, girl,"  He chastises.  "You want both, don't you? Do you want to know what bad girls get?"  
     "Oh, yes, baby!"  I feel the tip enter my ass, but he doesn't go any further.  
     "Oh, you're so full, baby.  Your ass is so tight.  I can barely get my cock in there."  A loud noise escapes my mouth.  I'm going to come.  
     "Ohh god!!!  Fuck, yeah!!"  I hear myself say.  Dan pulls out, smiling. 
     "Oh yeah, baby," always so pleased to have made me come.  Alan continues to fuck my pussy quite hard, clearly approaching an orgasm, as well.  I love getting fucked after I come, and am yelling, "Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah!"  Alan cries out, everything tenses, then relaxes.  
     "Whew," I exhale, dismounting.  I lie on the bed beside Alan, looking at Dan, who is still standing beside the bed.  
    "You ok, baby?"  As in, do you want to get off, too?  
    "Oh yeah, baby.  I'm going to take a shower.  Can you guys finish up by the time I come out?" 
    "Yep," Alan and I reply, in unison.  
    "Great," he smiles, and shuts the door behind him.

      By the time my husband gets out, I've remade the bed with fresh sheets, showered in the other bathroom, and gotten into my pajamas.  He comes over to the bed, and hugs me.  I get us a snack, and we settle in to watch a movie together.