He kisses exquisitely. His lips feel soft and embracing. He has a girlfriend. She fantasises about him being used by a woman, in their bed, when she's at work. Today I am that woman.
I trace my tongue along his neck, he tells me he's enjoying it and I tell him that I know that. He kisses me back and plays with my breasts. I suck his cock. He won't let it end.
He turns me on and heats me up and we fuck and I need to come now, badly. I suck my effluent from his fingers and he pauses to tell me it's hot. Tricks well learned. I'm playing for an audience I'll never meet. That's strange and some how encouraging.
He makes me come by forcing one of their sex toys deep inside me. I squirt and soak the bed. He tells me he's going to use that again with her later and his cock twitches, as he says it, like a bug.
He is kind, enjoyable. He likes me. I can tell. I don't really care all that much, but it felt good when I came. Intense and heavy. I thought about the way he kissed. I wanted him to kiss me goodbye. He didn't. I could have pushed for it but I didn't. It's not his fantasy, it's hers, today I was that woman.
Monday, 10 March 2014
Sunday, 9 March 2014
Just some boy
You keep calling me girl. You tell me you like my body, that I'm perfect. I'm not perfect but that doesn't matter now.
You make me come by fucking me with your fingers. It's good and hard and intense.
I don't bother to return the favour. I put my dress on and I leave.
You make me come by fucking me with your fingers. It's good and hard and intense.
I don't bother to return the favour. I put my dress on and I leave.
Friday, 7 March 2014
Mr Big
You are so tall and strong. We kiss and you grip my neck and pull me around like a rag doll. We go upstairs. I unbutton my shirt. Silk and pale white flesh. You pull down my jeans. You're on top of my body, grinding yourself into my cunt. I feel small. I reek of sex and I'm soaking wet. You push your fingers into me and rub me and I toss my head back and let my body writhe, and close my eyes up.
When you take off the last of your clothes, I see your cock, thick and hard. I slide it into my mouth and can barely fit around it. I drool and gag. I get on my knees and you thrust into my cunt. It feels good. Tight and stretched out and hot and wet. You make me come a few times with that exquisite thick cock, it's delicious.
You like to spank. You hit my bottom
hard as you screw me, you split the skin in a few places and cause me to bruise. I like how heavy and hard your hands are. You make me feel fragile and small and useable.
I make you come by taking you into my mouth. Your body shakes as you grip my skull and push your cock into my throat. So thick I can barely breath. It makes me feel sick and I like it a lot.
When you take off the last of your clothes, I see your cock, thick and hard. I slide it into my mouth and can barely fit around it. I drool and gag. I get on my knees and you thrust into my cunt. It feels good. Tight and stretched out and hot and wet. You make me come a few times with that exquisite thick cock, it's delicious.
You like to spank. You hit my bottom
hard as you screw me, you split the skin in a few places and cause me to bruise. I like how heavy and hard your hands are. You make me feel fragile and small and useable.
I make you come by taking you into my mouth. Your body shakes as you grip my skull and push your cock into my throat. So thick I can barely breath. It makes me feel sick and I like it a lot.
Sunday, 2 March 2014
Chef Michael - Thursday night/Friday morning
I'm leaning against the kitchen counter. Kissing him. He me. He runs his hands over my body and gropes me like a piece of meat.
I taste his neck, run my tongue against the sinew, feel the pulse against my lips. He does the same in return. I close my eyes and roll my head back.
Lips again. He separates our kiss. He puts his hand on my shoulder and forcefully pushes me to my knees. I look up at him. He unbelts his jeans and pulls them down.
He pushes his cock towards my mouth, fleshy, hard and swollen. I suck and lick and kiss and draw him into the heat of my lips.
He pushes his cock down my throat and holds my head in his hands. One around my throat and the other twisted up in my hair. Fuck and fuck some more. He moves his flesh into my throat as I gasp for breath. My eyes start to stream. The assault continues. I gag and hold back vomit. Swallow it down. He rubs my dripping eye make up all over my face with the heel of his palm. I look at him in begging compliance. Covered in black muck. Head pinned sharply to the cupboard, kneeling weakly on the floor, arms sprawled and limp.
He chooses not to stop. Repeatedly he thrusts and fucks and suffocates. He yanks down the cups of my bra and reaches to pinch and twist at my nipples. I yelp.
He smacks me hard across the face. Once then twice. My ear rings. I'm crying and sucking and doing my best to please him. He fingers work my flesh. I want to satisfy him so badly. My brain is awash, short of blood and breath, I can feel my cunt soak through the silk of my knickers. I can feel my heart beating. I look at him. Everything in my body says please.
He pulls back and tells me that he's going to come and he does. All over my face, in my eyes, in my hair, everywhere. It drips down my neck.
I feel completely dazed.
Later that evening the fun continues. He uses his rough calloused fingers to bring me to climax while his other hand grips my neck tightly. Restricting my breath, enhancing my pleasure, making me gush and making me want more.
The next morning as he readies for work I take his cock in my mouth again. More restraint on his part this time. Less I suffer. I swallow his come and let it travel deep into the pit of my stomach. He gets redressed, finishes his coffee and kisses me. I moan into his mouth, aching and desperate for a fix I won't get. He runs his fingers over my soaking cunt, I whimper. He pulls back his hand and he leaves me.
I touch myself in his bed while I roll the taste of him around in my mouth, arching my spine, squirting and coming all over the sheets.
Something else to remember my by.
I taste his neck, run my tongue against the sinew, feel the pulse against my lips. He does the same in return. I close my eyes and roll my head back.
Lips again. He separates our kiss. He puts his hand on my shoulder and forcefully pushes me to my knees. I look up at him. He unbelts his jeans and pulls them down.
He pushes his cock towards my mouth, fleshy, hard and swollen. I suck and lick and kiss and draw him into the heat of my lips.
He pushes his cock down my throat and holds my head in his hands. One around my throat and the other twisted up in my hair. Fuck and fuck some more. He moves his flesh into my throat as I gasp for breath. My eyes start to stream. The assault continues. I gag and hold back vomit. Swallow it down. He rubs my dripping eye make up all over my face with the heel of his palm. I look at him in begging compliance. Covered in black muck. Head pinned sharply to the cupboard, kneeling weakly on the floor, arms sprawled and limp.
He chooses not to stop. Repeatedly he thrusts and fucks and suffocates. He yanks down the cups of my bra and reaches to pinch and twist at my nipples. I yelp.
He smacks me hard across the face. Once then twice. My ear rings. I'm crying and sucking and doing my best to please him. He fingers work my flesh. I want to satisfy him so badly. My brain is awash, short of blood and breath, I can feel my cunt soak through the silk of my knickers. I can feel my heart beating. I look at him. Everything in my body says please.
He pulls back and tells me that he's going to come and he does. All over my face, in my eyes, in my hair, everywhere. It drips down my neck.
I feel completely dazed.
Later that evening the fun continues. He uses his rough calloused fingers to bring me to climax while his other hand grips my neck tightly. Restricting my breath, enhancing my pleasure, making me gush and making me want more.
The next morning as he readies for work I take his cock in my mouth again. More restraint on his part this time. Less I suffer. I swallow his come and let it travel deep into the pit of my stomach. He gets redressed, finishes his coffee and kisses me. I moan into his mouth, aching and desperate for a fix I won't get. He runs his fingers over my soaking cunt, I whimper. He pulls back his hand and he leaves me.
I touch myself in his bed while I roll the taste of him around in my mouth, arching my spine, squirting and coming all over the sheets.
Something else to remember my by.
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