“Fuck, that’s amazing...” he whispered as he started to pick up a rhythm. I felt his fingers coming to find my clitoris and I guided them in their pursuit. Now my pussy was pulsating with an impending climax, something which he seemed to realise as he fucked me harder and harder.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop....” I screamed. He didn’t and within seconds my tight walls were contracting against his thick manhood, in blissful, rhythmic spasms that sent pleasure rippling through my body. Seconds later he pulled out and erupted all over me, letting out a huge euphoric cry. I took his cock into my hand and started to stroke it gently, running teasing fingers over the sensitive tip.
We washed each other down and he whispered to me, “I haven’t finished with you yet. I’d like to taste you, to feel you explode like you have just done, but this time over my tongue. What do you say?”
What could I say? My knees were still weak with the orgasm he had just bestowed upon me and now he was telling me there was more. The idea of making love to his tongue was thrilling.
“Let’s take this into the bedroom...” he went on, a plan already in action.
We crept back to my room with just flimsy towels concealing our modesty. I prayed that my flatmate wouldn’t wake up any time soon. Once back in my room, I swept up the Tarot cards off the bed, reminded of how this had all begun.
“Now it’s my turn to tell you your future,” he said, taking the cards out of my hands. I waited, curious for what he was going to say. He picked out a card of a Prince, a Queen and The Moon. He cleared his throat in mock seriousness. “Let’s see...” he started. “A naughty American boy that looks a bit look a prince is going to give a pretty English queen an orgasm that sends her to the moon...” We both cracked up with laughter.
“If you say so...” I replied.
“Yes, I do...” came his confidence. “Now, lie back please.”
I lay down on my bed and the afternoon sunlight kissed my golden body, which was trembling in expectation.
“Any handcuffs in here? I’d like you nice and still for me...” he said.
My desire for him far surpassed any remaining inhibitions, so I signalled to the drawer beside my bed. Seconds later, he was securing my wrists behind my head, so that now I was at a stranger’s mercy. I knew that I should feel nervous given that fact, but my heart beat quickly for one reason and one reason only – a need to have his tongue inside of me. Again, my psychic lover read my mind, pulling my legs wide apart and revealing my glistening sex.
He sent me a sexy smile to the top of the bed and I just knew this was going to be good. With expert hands, he opened me up and found my clitoris. He didn’t hesitate; a long tongue flicked over me and I started to wriggle.
“That feel good?” sounded his rhetorical question.
“That feels exquisite...” I answered.
He didn’t stop, his tongue started to lash down on me, sometimes hitting my clitoris, other times landing tantalisingly close but just missing. I pushed myself into his face. I felt his laughter resonate throughout my body.
“I know Baby, I know you want to come...” he teased cruelly.
“Fuck me...fuck me with your tongue...” I heard my own voice screaming, taking me aback with my own audacity.
He obeyed and I felt his erect tongue mimic our shower fun, for he thrust as deeply into me as he could, moving backwards and forwards and driving me wild. I was close to the point of explosion, but what finally sent me over the edge was what came next, when his tongue took a detour and dipped to a little sensitive hole that had never before been touched. Yes, his tongue was in my ass and it felt unbelievably good. I screamed out as he tickled me here, encircling my clit with his thumb. I came so hard that I could feel my arousal trickling down my leg. He instinctively started to lap at my climax and didn’t stop until I screamed, “stop...please!”
By now his dick was once again hard and we couldn’t resist one final time. He slipped into me so perfectly and he kissed me as he moved slowly inside. My hands were still behind my head, so I was still subject to his desire. Feeling he wasn’t going to last long, I told him, “I’d like to take you in my mouth...”
He pulled out of me, climbing on top with one knee either side of my shoulders. He fed me his cock and I sucked with generosity until he began to shudder...
“I’m going to come... I’m going to come...” he tried to pull out of me, but he’d given me so much pleasure that I wanted to repay him, so I sucked him hard into my mouth and felt his orgasmic time-bomb explode. I kept licking and sucking as I felt his body weaken and he eventually fell beside me, releasing me from my torturous bliss.
For the next couple of hours, we fell in and out of a carefree summer siesta and when I woke up by his side, I admired his good looks.
“Feel like getting an ice-cream?” he offered.
“Sure...” I replied, woozy in the late-afternoon heat.
We went to eat the most divine of iced creations and very shortly afterwards we parted ways forever, as I showed him the way to go home. However, that day taught me that sometimes we look so hard to find our destinies, when sometimes something delightful is right there before us and we don’t really need to try.
His Slave
I like being dominated and that is a fact. I have no idea when or where this sexual preference originated, all I know is that I love the sound of his deep voice resonating through my naked body as he gives me strict commands. Our little games of domination have become quite a habit and he really plays the role very well. His height and stature make him the perfect suitor to the title of ‘Dominant’ and my petite frame by his side would indeed point towards the submissive. However, I have to state something very important here: his will never crosses the line of my free will; I am at all times free to decide if I want to go along with his little games or not. The fact of the matter is that I thrive on such thrills and he just happens to know it. I would like to give you an example of our antics.
Take the day I was supposed to be cleaning the house and he came home early. It has to be said, the household chores are split completely equally; I am a slave to him in the bedroom, but by no means anywhere else. That day had been my day off work and the day when I should have been getting ahead of things in the house. The week before he had complied, just like the good boy he almost always is. The simple truth is that I just couldn’t be bothered to do my share of the work. It was summer, the afternoon heat was making me woozy and I decided it would be much more fun to have a sneaky glass of wine and read some of my favourite naughty stories. You see, this was quite a hobby of mine. On a cold dark night when I was all alone, I would snuggle down with some sexy words and work myself into quite a state. I would naturally need to relieve myself of such intense pent-up sexual energy. If he were here, then he would be the recipient of my carnal lust. If I were unaccompanied, then I might just take my trusty little toy and bring myself to a frantic climax. I never needed too much help to arrive to this point; I was somewhat over-sexed and needed frequent stimulation (be it by a man or a toy). He had never complained about my nymphomaniac tendencies, quite the contrary, for they worked in his favour most of the time. Except, of course, on days when my hyper-sensitive clitoris would rub so tantalisingly against my satin knickers and I would be forced to stop whatever it was that I was doing, tumble down on the giant king-sized bed and work my swollen bud to a furious orgasm, making my little pussy pulsate with desire and moisten in anticipation of what might be.
This is precisely the state I found myself in on that particular day and the state he discovered me in when he surprised me with his early return from the office. Let me paint the picture for just a second. The house around me was chaotic, with clothes strewn everywhere, books scattered randomly and the odd coffee cup or wine glass adorning somewhere it really shouldn’t. I had promised to him that I would sort all of this out; it was only fair that I did my part. Yet the heat combined with the sexy stories and the bubbles from the wine had left me crav
ing one thing and one thing only. Hence I was stark naked on the bed, my sun-kissed body glistening with the afternoon humidity, my long red hair flying in every conceivable direction as it was blown by the fan and perfectly manicured little hands manipulating the most pleasurable of battery-operated toys. My eyes were closed tightly as I gave myself to wave after wave of uncensored orgasm. So caught up in desire was I, that I didn’t even notice his entrance into the room. His heavy footsteps didn’t disturb my masturbation; it wasn’t until he coughed that I became aware of his presence. He was staring down at me intently and I could not read his mood, for his expression was a fusion of anger, disbelief and amusement. His handsome dark features almost crinkled into a smile, before he obviously thought better of it and decided to turn this to his sexual advantage. His expression became stonily serious.
“So, this is how you choose to spend you free time then Angela?” he began.
I dropped my vibrator down my side; I had been so caught up in the moment that until then it had still been resting against my engorged clitoris.
“Ye...yes....” I stammered. I knew he was going to get angry; at least in his playful, sexual way.
“And the house... when did you anticipate cleaning? That doesn’t seem to be on the agenda today, does it now Young Lady?” he questioned, starting to unfasten his belt. My stomach fluttered as I imagined what was in store for me. I knew I was going to be punished for my idleness and my self-indulgence. I felt my pussy getting wetter and wetter in mere anticipation of this.
“Not only did you neglect your duties, but you also saw fit to pleasure yourself and deny me any gratification. Had I not come home right now then I wouldn’t have known you had made yourself come repeatedly. When I’d have asked you to make love, you’d have made some excuse, all the while knowing you’d had your fill. I think that makes you a rather naughty girl, doesn’t it Angela?” he went on.
“Maybe...” I was forced to agree, a smile of realisation spreading across my face, as he made his way to the armchair we have in the corner of our bedroom. I just knew my fate.
“And we know what happens to naughty girls, don’t we...” he teased. He knew I loved being spanked, feeling the sharp blows of his hand, my hairbrush, his belt...whatever he might choose to punish me with. The blows would always sting, but then feel exquisite when followed by the soft caresses on my burning backside. I knew he was going to spank me and I knew that then I would be made to serve him sexually. All of this knowledge was making my anticipation trickle down my leg, revealing my uncontrollable lust to him.
“So you better make your way over here and lean over my knee, hadn’t you?” he instructed, in that cool and calm voice that belied the desperate fury that was ravaging him and propelling him to take me.
“Yes,” I agreed, standing up slowly so that he could take in my nakedness as fully and greedily as he liked. He did indeed, devouring me with the hungry eyes of a ravenous predator.
“Now!” he commanded, clearly losing his patience at the sight of the generous curves that blessed my slim frame.
I tiptoed slowly over to him, never taking my eyes off his. He had taken his cock out of his trousers now and was holding it in one hand. I could see he was ready for me; fully grown and swollen in his anticipation. The tip was glistening enticingly and I involuntarily licked my lips at the realisation that soon I would be on my knees and sucking him. He grabbed my hand as I approached him, dragging me across his waiting knee, just centimetres away from his exposed manhood. I tried to touch it with my hand, but he pushed my hands to the floor, so that I was at his total mercy, heavy breasts pressed tightly against his knee, pert ass in the air and my legs separated just enough to give him a peek of my pussy, should he so desire.
“So Angela, I’m going to spank you for your lazy and self-indulgent attitude. Do you understand?” he questioned.
“Yes!” I replied obediently.
“Yes what?” were the words which accompanied the first blow to my right cheek.
“Yes Sir!” I corrected myself.
“That’s more like it. Now, let’s check you’ve understood the error of your ways.”
With that he began to spank me with his skilled hand, alternating slaps between each cheek and making my buttocks sting like never before. I knew he was particularly angry today, for unlike most days he did not stop to rub the tender skin before administering further punishment.
As he reached the thirtieth spank, I started to scream out, wriggling over his knee and protesting at the severity of this chastisement.
“Think you might have learnt your lesson Young Lady?” his voice came.
“Yes...yes Sir.”
I felt his hand spread my legs further apart and he slipped two fingers inside me, fucking me for just a couple of excruciatingly pleasurable seconds.
“You’re so horny Angela. You’re such a good little girl. I’m going to give you your favourite treat.”
I knew just want this meant.
“Kneel before me and open that sweet little mouth of yours,” he instructed.
I knew it was time to show off my cock-sucking skills. I crawled off him and found my way to my knees, bottom stinging from the spanking, but my pussy wetter than ever in his service. He was playing with himself, masturbating at a fairly rapid rate.
“Stick that tongue out for me and close those beautiful eyes,” he whispered.
I did just that and within seconds I felt the sweet moisture of his pre-cum on my tongue.
“Lick,” he stated.
I lapped at the tip of his cock, as he pushed himself further and further into my hot mouth. I started to bob up and down on my knees, taking the full length of his wide shaft into my mouth and the further down I went, the lower his groan became. This continued for a few seconds, before he had a change of plan. Taking my head gently into his hands, he instructed,
“Lie down on the bed with your head dangling slightly off the edge.”
I knew what he wanted. He wanted to feed his cock into my insatiable little mouth. I immediately obliged, lying down on my back with my legs spread open, so that he could play with me if he wanted. Very quickly I felt him behind me as he lowered himself to my mouth. My lips were surprised not to be met by his cock, but by the heavy weight of his balls. My tongue sprang into action, encircling them with playful little flicks.
“Into your mouth!” came the instructions and I obeyed, endeavouring to fit their generous size all the way in. I sucked and he moaned, guiding my hand to his cock. I started to play with him at the same time and I could feel it was only a question of time. He pulled out of my mouth, before feeding me his dick, now awash with his imminent orgasm.
“Fuck my mouth!” were my instructions this time; he loved me to take charge close to the end. He needed no further invitation. He rocked himself backwards and forwards, sometimes touching the back of my throat. He reached for my vibrator, handing it to me, so that we could come simultaneously. I started to let the tip buzz against my clitoris as he made love to my mouth.
“I’m coming Baby, I’m coming...” he shouted, as his cock began to explode, firing the sweetest orgasm into my mouth. I didn’t move, I knew I had to take all he had to offer, so I lapped him up in his entirety. His taste, combined with the constant vibrations against my clitoris sent me into a powerful multi-orgasm, the effects of which didn’t wear off until I had licked him clean.
“Time to get on with the cleaning now!” he dared, as I made my way to the bathroom. I turned around and shot him a look.
“Only joking! “ he said, winking at me and knowing that after such generosity he would be the one with the apron on tonight whilst I put my feet up and watched TV.
The Birthday Surprise
My husband has been in the police for many years now and I have become accustomed to the sight of him in his uniform, exuberating power and masculinity. His height in itself exudes authority, for he’s a staggering six foot four and to say that he’s well-built would be a gross u
nderstatement. He frequents the gym on an almost daily basis and is in tremendous shape.
I, on the other hand, am somewhat smaller. In fact, I have oft-times been classified as ‘petite’, particularly when juxtaposed against him. I stand at around five-three and I know that when a man’s eyes cast over me, they run from my full breasts, down to my slender waist, out again to my hips and down the length of my shapely legs (usually accentuated by a pair of heels). I also happen to realise that if I turn around, I could catch the predator taking in the sight of my firm buttocks; for these are my real assets and I jog several times a week to maintain their splendour. I have long blonde hair and I have been told that I possess the face of a cherubim, alluding to the angelic, yet simultaneously blessed (or cursed) with the fullest and most sensuous of lips.
My husband and I have been married for the last fifteen years, but in spite of this we have a very active and fulfilling sex life. I’m quite sure that is due to our unquenchable thirst for new experiences, which by some people’s standards may teeter towards the unconventional and kinky.
I’d like to tell you about the greatest thrill he ever gave me, a night that I will never forget. I had long since expressed an interest in the fairer of the sexes, though had never acted upon it before then. I had fantasised about women, dreaming how it would feel to run my fingers through long hair in a soft embrace, nuzzle a sweetly scented neck that leads down to an ample cleavage... I would imagine how it would feel to take those breasts into my mouth, teasing an erect nipple with a determined tongue. I must admit, I had also wondered how it would feel to dip lower, to bury myself between some long and slender legs, opening them to reveal a smooth and inviting sex that would be glistening upon my arrival. Finally, as I made myself come, I would dream of what it would feel like to lick her pussy, tasting her arousal and sucking on her clitoris until she exploded. These thoughts had always turned me on, but I had never yet come close to fulfilling them. At least, not before that night.
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