Q: What do Blondes say after sex?
A1: Thanks Guys.
A2: Are you boys all in the same band?
A3: Do you guys all play for the Green Bay Packers?
While most people just laugh, I get horny. No, I am not a blond...
I have always dreamed of being taken by the entire football team. Slipping off my clothes in the locker room, laying down on the bench, and having all the sweaty, hot football players walk in to find me laying there, naked and wet, ripping off their clothes, and having their way with me in every way imaginable.
Well, I told you before about a girls reputation, so, while the thought got me all hot and horny, actually doing it was out of the question. You must understand, in high school I was already an outcast, the last thing I wanted to be was an outcast slut label (Not saying I didn't have a little bit of that reputation, but I was not "the girl who will open her legs for anyone". I was just the girl who had spread a couple times).
One day, me and one of my occasional older lovers was talking about this, and we started cooking up a plan (He was much older...).
See, while he was a bit of a pervy, old guy who liked young women, I didn't mind, and he was always gentle, nice and seemed to want to satisfy me. This means that I trusted him, which was important for what we planned.
Everything when according to plan, but you will have to read on to understand exactly what we came up with.
We went to a nice hotel downtown and he reserved the penhouse suite. We went up, and I proceeded to strip completely naked.
Once I was naked, he took and handcuffed my hands behind me. I purposely had him use the fuzzy ones, because the normal ones hurt my wrists.
Next, he put some ankle cuffs on me with a bar in the middle (Does anyone know what this is called? I don't think it is the leg spreader, since it is not designed to be moved up and down the legs, and I cannot for the life of me remember its name). This hobbled my movements. I could get around, but it was very awkward, causing me to waddle instead of walk, swinging it from side to side. It also made it difficult to keep my balance if I tried to move fast.
Then, he slipped on a ballgag, so I couldn't speak (Yes, maybe it would have been better to use a mouth spreader, or one of those things in the anime's that open your mouth, leaving a hole just large enough for a penis to fit inside, but I have never seen one of those anime things, and he convinced me it would be better to not be able to speak at all).
Next came the eye cover. I have enjoyed them, but honestly, I would always peek. These, however, let almost no light in. They were similar to swimming goggles, but the lenses were completely black. I could see a little light around the outside, where they didn't seal around my eyes exactly perfectly, but I could see absolutely nothing. I was effectively blind.
Last, he slipped over some noise canceling headphones. I am not sure if they actually worked as headphones, all I knew is I could hear almost nothing.
So, here I was, standing naked in the middle of the room, unable to use my hands, to move around effectively, to see, to hear, or even to speak. It is a very frightening experience, to have almost total sense deprivation.
Beforehand, we had agreed on certain touches to signify intent. They are common sense, but, a slight push on the back to move forward, right shoulder blade push to move left (It seemed more natural, since you could imagine that if someone forcefully pushes on your right shoulder from the back, you will turn to the left side), a left shoulder blade push to turn right. Push down on left or right shoulder to kneel. A push down on both shoulders to lay down on my back (We actually had to practice this a few times. You would not believe how hard it is to lay down with your hands cuffed behind your back and your legs attached to a bar). Touch on right or left side to flip over. Pull my hair slightly to stop (safety issue in case I was about to run into something, since my balance was not great in this way, and yes, I wore a ponytail for this). We figured anything else, and he could physically move me in the position needed.
He took me to the restroom and proceeded to give me an enema. Now, I had never before had an enima, so this was a very new experience, and did not feel a bit like anal. It was a bit disturbing, to be honest.
He put the tube in my anus and squeezed the warm water up and into me. I felt odd, my rectum full of water, which is the point of an enema...
He moved me over and sat me down on the toilet. In a few minutes, I suddenly knew why. I suddenly has an assplosion, as if I had ate a bad Taco Bell meal. I felt like I was spraying all over the the place. I hated thinking of myself, covered is gooey brown, watery poo as I felt it splash off the toilet bowl and back onto me. I stayed there, alternating between needing to go and feeling like I was done. I will admit though, it felt good, it felt like I had been emptied.
He then stood me back up. I could have cried. I had hoped he left, but he was there. Maybe he had just waited outside in the hotel room while I exploded all over the toilet, but the thought of him seeing me, my ass all covered in the remains of my enema and bowl material embarrassed me to no end. I thought I would die then and there from embarrassment.
He took me into the shower and washed me down, having me bend over so he could scrub my ass and pussy. Eww, did I really get some in there?
He took a fluffy towel and dried me off, although I think he spent a little too much time drying off my pussy. Maybe it was innocent, or maybe he enjoyed rubbing the towel against my pussy and watching me squirm.
He played with me for a little bit. I was standing there, nothing, then all the sudden his hand reached out and grabbed my breast. Not hard, he knew the rules. Sorry, I am just not into pain. No spanking, pinching, poking with anything more than a finger, hitting, or any other kind of pain inducing treatment.
He then signaled for me to lay down, then left me there. Suddenly, something cold, wet, oily was being rubbed on my pussy (We also agreed, in case I am dry, that all penetration, for either hole, would have lube).
He then started thrusting into me, out of me, back into me. He was really ramming my pussy, and in no time, I could feel him cumming inside me.
He stood me back up, removed one side of the headphones, and asked me if I really wanted to do this, was I really sure? I shook my head yes, and he reminded me that if I wanted to stop at any point, just to shake my head no and he would stop it.
He then left me, standing there, naked, for the next stage of play.
A1: Thanks Guys.
A2: Are you boys all in the same band?
A3: Do you guys all play for the Green Bay Packers?
While most people just laugh, I get horny. No, I am not a blond...
I have always dreamed of being taken by the entire football team. Slipping off my clothes in the locker room, laying down on the bench, and having all the sweaty, hot football players walk in to find me laying there, naked and wet, ripping off their clothes, and having their way with me in every way imaginable.
Well, I told you before about a girls reputation, so, while the thought got me all hot and horny, actually doing it was out of the question. You must understand, in high school I was already an outcast, the last thing I wanted to be was an outcast slut label (Not saying I didn't have a little bit of that reputation, but I was not "the girl who will open her legs for anyone". I was just the girl who had spread a couple times).
One day, me and one of my occasional older lovers was talking about this, and we started cooking up a plan (He was much older...).
See, while he was a bit of a pervy, old guy who liked young women, I didn't mind, and he was always gentle, nice and seemed to want to satisfy me. This means that I trusted him, which was important for what we planned.
Everything when according to plan, but you will have to read on to understand exactly what we came up with.
We went to a nice hotel downtown and he reserved the penhouse suite. We went up, and I proceeded to strip completely naked.
Once I was naked, he took and handcuffed my hands behind me. I purposely had him use the fuzzy ones, because the normal ones hurt my wrists.
Next, he put some ankle cuffs on me with a bar in the middle (Does anyone know what this is called? I don't think it is the leg spreader, since it is not designed to be moved up and down the legs, and I cannot for the life of me remember its name). This hobbled my movements. I could get around, but it was very awkward, causing me to waddle instead of walk, swinging it from side to side. It also made it difficult to keep my balance if I tried to move fast.
Then, he slipped on a ballgag, so I couldn't speak (Yes, maybe it would have been better to use a mouth spreader, or one of those things in the anime's that open your mouth, leaving a hole just large enough for a penis to fit inside, but I have never seen one of those anime things, and he convinced me it would be better to not be able to speak at all).
Next came the eye cover. I have enjoyed them, but honestly, I would always peek. These, however, let almost no light in. They were similar to swimming goggles, but the lenses were completely black. I could see a little light around the outside, where they didn't seal around my eyes exactly perfectly, but I could see absolutely nothing. I was effectively blind.
Last, he slipped over some noise canceling headphones. I am not sure if they actually worked as headphones, all I knew is I could hear almost nothing.
So, here I was, standing naked in the middle of the room, unable to use my hands, to move around effectively, to see, to hear, or even to speak. It is a very frightening experience, to have almost total sense deprivation.
Beforehand, we had agreed on certain touches to signify intent. They are common sense, but, a slight push on the back to move forward, right shoulder blade push to move left (It seemed more natural, since you could imagine that if someone forcefully pushes on your right shoulder from the back, you will turn to the left side), a left shoulder blade push to turn right. Push down on left or right shoulder to kneel. A push down on both shoulders to lay down on my back (We actually had to practice this a few times. You would not believe how hard it is to lay down with your hands cuffed behind your back and your legs attached to a bar). Touch on right or left side to flip over. Pull my hair slightly to stop (safety issue in case I was about to run into something, since my balance was not great in this way, and yes, I wore a ponytail for this). We figured anything else, and he could physically move me in the position needed.
He took me to the restroom and proceeded to give me an enema. Now, I had never before had an enima, so this was a very new experience, and did not feel a bit like anal. It was a bit disturbing, to be honest.
He put the tube in my anus and squeezed the warm water up and into me. I felt odd, my rectum full of water, which is the point of an enema...
He moved me over and sat me down on the toilet. In a few minutes, I suddenly knew why. I suddenly has an assplosion, as if I had ate a bad Taco Bell meal. I felt like I was spraying all over the the place. I hated thinking of myself, covered is gooey brown, watery poo as I felt it splash off the toilet bowl and back onto me. I stayed there, alternating between needing to go and feeling like I was done. I will admit though, it felt good, it felt like I had been emptied.
He then stood me back up. I could have cried. I had hoped he left, but he was there. Maybe he had just waited outside in the hotel room while I exploded all over the toilet, but the thought of him seeing me, my ass all covered in the remains of my enema and bowl material embarrassed me to no end. I thought I would die then and there from embarrassment.
He took me into the shower and washed me down, having me bend over so he could scrub my ass and pussy. Eww, did I really get some in there?
He took a fluffy towel and dried me off, although I think he spent a little too much time drying off my pussy. Maybe it was innocent, or maybe he enjoyed rubbing the towel against my pussy and watching me squirm.
He played with me for a little bit. I was standing there, nothing, then all the sudden his hand reached out and grabbed my breast. Not hard, he knew the rules. Sorry, I am just not into pain. No spanking, pinching, poking with anything more than a finger, hitting, or any other kind of pain inducing treatment.
He then signaled for me to lay down, then left me there. Suddenly, something cold, wet, oily was being rubbed on my pussy (We also agreed, in case I am dry, that all penetration, for either hole, would have lube).
He then started thrusting into me, out of me, back into me. He was really ramming my pussy, and in no time, I could feel him cumming inside me.
He stood me back up, removed one side of the headphones, and asked me if I really wanted to do this, was I really sure? I shook my head yes, and he reminded me that if I wanted to stop at any point, just to shake my head no and he would stop it.
He then left me, standing there, naked, for the next stage of play.
Pain is also not a part of my fantasy play, and I could picture almost every aspect of this play, and as an older, trustworthy man who is also attentive and keyed to my partner, I found it easy to immerse myself in his persona, too. I'm already anticipating the next stage. ;-)
ReplyDeleteI tried writing the entire thing in one post. After getting about 1/4 of the way through, I realized I needed to break it up so it was in smaller bites for people to savor, plus it would have taken much longer before a new post went up.
DeleteThis story is much more delicious than this single part.