My reader decided to share more of this fantasy with me, bring us closer to the climax, but not quite getting us there. This seems to be the conclusion to what he did to please my body, but now the tables have turned, and we need to please his body. As before, I have modified it slightly, adjusting it to my perspective, and trying to draw out more of the environment.
From a naughty reader, here is the next step in his dirty little story of me:
He paused for a minute. I licked my lips, dry now from my protests and heavy breathing. Slowly. Seductively. Hoping he was watching as my tongue poked out between my lips starting at the right side, moving across my upper lip, making it nice and moist, tasting my own lipstick. My upper lip lowered, pressing against my lower lip, sucking them in slightly, then back out, puckering as if for a kiss.
He responded, pulling me forward forcefully, putting lips against lips. His tongue darted out, thrusting deep into my willing, wanton mouth. His hands moved up to my head, holding me there, as his kiss mixed with my kiss, passion mixing with passion, tasting each other and exploring each other. Time slowed, exhale, inhale, pulling in each other’s breath, feeding off the others air. At last we parted, breathless, the oxygen from the other no longer able to sustain us.
He stood up quickly, pulling me up. As I was standing, he bent down slightly and picked me up, swinging me over his shoulder. He carried me a short ways. I squealed as I felt myself suddenly flying through the air, having lost contact with anything but myself. I hit a bed, bouncing slightly as the mattress springs caught my weight and cushioned my brief flight.
Moving around the bed, he first straightened me out on it. He untied my left hand and secured it to the headboard. He moved further down, and secured my left leg to the endpost. Moving to my right leg, he pulled, stretching my legs wide and tying my right leg to the other bedpost. Move up, secure right arm. I was now stretched out, spread eagle, at his mercy. Helpless. His play thing.
His breathing sped up, deep, almost panting breaths. What was he planning now?
He leaned onto the bed, his weight shifting the mattress. A soft kiss on my nipple, a little light sucking, then he moved away and off the bed.
A fingertip appeared on my pussy, tracing the lips, but barely touching. A soft sensation, almost not there, yet ticklish at the same time. His finger followed me as I shifted slightly this way and that, so there was never a real force, a real substance, just a ghost of a touch on my pussy. Then, a soft flick on my clit, soft as a butterfly, before even the ghost touches left.
I could feel his eyes, gazing down on me. I wonder what thoughts went through his head?
A soft touch to my face, light, fleeting, almost non-existent. It moved down, touching my cheek, beating a slow line down then across to my lips. My face moved towards it, trying to feel what was touching me. A feather, or wisp of material, with very little firm substance. I assume it is a feather anyways, so ghostly, so soft as to be barely more than a breath of air. Tickling. Softly. Slowly.
The feather continued moving, finishing its journey across my lips before moving across to my other cheek. Down it moved, its ticklish path, to my neck. The feather lifted, then made contact with my armpit, slowly continuing downward, me fighting the urge to laugh, as it tickled, and taunted, and teased.
Each time it made me react, he continued in that spot, until I was laughing, gasping, tears rolling down my cheeks. He moved it to my arm before lifting it again, to less ticklish but more erotic places.
The feather appeared between my breasts, circling them almost lazily. Slowly, it spiraled around, moving up, inward, towards my nipples. It brushed over each nipple, again and again. While it did not tickle, and did not have enough pressure to send tingles running through me, it did ignite my passion more because of its intimate placement.
He then moved the feather down my belly, towards my ticklish side, running across each rib, back to my belly, then the other side, taking care to make sure I was good and giggly before he left each side. Once he reached my fur, he moved the feather to the side, trailing it down the outside of my leg, slowly, then using it on my feet until my giggles satisfied him. Then he brought it back up, along the inside of my leg, moving it just before it made contact with my pussy, ran it across my stomach, then back down the other leg, repeating his previous actions.
This time, when he hit my upper, inner thigh, he did not veer off, instead lightly brushing it across my pussy. It was both ticklish, and highly erotic, causing me to become wetter, visible now to him as drops leaked out of me.
One hand reached down and spread my pussy lips, gently opening me up, and the feather was moved to my hood, to tease my now exposed clit. He teased my clit, tickled it, flicking back and forth, tantalizing it. A ghost touch, there, but almost nonexistent. The thought of what he was doing drove me wilder than the touch, barely there, would have by itself.
Suddenly, it stoped without warning, and I heard the soft patter of his feet fading as he walked across the carpet and left the room. When he came back, I could feel him settle onto the bed beside me, right on the edge.
“Are you thirsty sweetness?” came the question.
I nodded my head, my lips parched from my giggles and laughter brought about by his tickling, wanting to feel the cool liquid meeting my lips, entering my mouth, and moving down my throat as I swallowed each succulent drop.
Something was pushed against my lips, not hard plastic or glass that I expected, but slick and cold, and a little bit wet. An ice cube.
He placed it across my lips, sucking on it, trying to quench my thirst. Hot lips against cold ice. It quenched my thirst, a little, one cold drop at a time. It melted quickly, soon becoming a sliver, then gone. Taking another, he put it against my chin, down my neck, sending shivers up and down my body. It then traveled down, between my breasts, to spiral up, following the same path the feather had, until it reached my nipples, standing at attention from the cold, wet cube, as the water trailed from the cube sat, beaded upon my hot skin. Cold water, hot skin. I can see the drops in my minds eye, glistening, magnifying my flesh, like dew on a flower.
The cubes were pushed down hard, firmly, the cold causing my nipples to tingle, even as they became stiffer. Rubbing ice across my nipples, cold pinpricks dancing on them, cooling them down, stimulating while at the same time almost painful. A moan came from my throat involuntarily. The ice cube was removed and his mouth enveloped my attentive nipples, warming them up, causing the tingles to change, to creep up inside me, to rip a second, involuntary moan from me. Warming up, the pin pricks subside, to change into the pleasure of touch and attention.
As the cube disappeared, leaving only wetness behind where it once was, he again withdrew, removing all contact, and I heard the sound of yet another ice cube being plucked from its resting place among others. In surprise, I gasped as it appeared between my legs, pressed right up against my pussy. Rubbing up and down, side to side, the cube quickly melted, leaving me tingly with cold from where it once rested.
Another cube was grabbed, and my pussy was slightly spread, the ice cube placed directly onto my clit. Over it. Pinpricks. The naughty little cube rubbing my clit, trying to tease it back out. My nerves were on fire, becoming super sensitive as the cold crept into my pussy and clit. Until, again, the cube is quickly gone, melted away from the heat of my body.
His head moved down, his mouth finding my clit, warming it, much like my nipples. The moan was louder, longer than before, coming from deep within me. I thrust my hips towards him, pressing my pussy against his face, grinding it against his mouth. He sucked harder, pulling my clit tight, while another cube was pushed inside my pussy, causing me to scream in surprise, to thrust my hips harder against his face. Unable to stay on my clit, he instead started sucking my inner lips, pulling them tight, and plunged his tongue into my cold pussy, as if he was trying to follow the ice cube, to lick it, sitting inside me.
He continued working his tongue, in my pussy, then up to my clit, lick lick lick, in, clit, in, clit, pushing me harder, harder, until a wave of pure bliss passed through me, relieving the pressure that had been building inside. I arched my back, pushing against him, shaking, lost in my rapture.
He still didn’t let up. He continued licking, and nibbling, and sucking, sliding his tongue in and out of my pussy, sucking my clit, kissing my pussy. Tied to the bed, I was at his mercy as his face remained between my legs, continuing its naughty work.
In the living room, on the sofa, he continued, not stopping till I begged him to. Here he was, repeating it. Licking, sucking, nibbling, pleasing, teasing, doing naughty things to my pussy, until I climaxed again, again. This time my begging was ignored, as he continued, yet more, again, to pleasure me, with wonderful tormenting pleasure, until I was too weak to move, to even speak.
He untied my arms and legs, laying down next to me. I clung to him, shaking, pushed so far I could do nothing else, my body in rapture that bordered on torment. As I rested, regaining my senses, I could feel his warm, throbbing, rock hard penis pressed up against me.
He brushed my hair aside, and whispered in my ear, “My turn now…”
Friday, August 30, 2013
To dress with wind and flowers
One day, I put on my flowered summer dress and went out. I picked this particular day since the wind was enough to pick up the occasional dust devil, but was not constantly blowing. The dress was one of my favorites for this type of activity, since it had the tendency to lift in the wind (The dress was very similar to this).
I also didn't wear a bra or panties.
I walked a long ways that day, down major streets, into Circle K's to get nice, cool beverages, stopping at parks to find things to bend over and pick up, and in the mall, where I found ever opportunity that I could to bend over. The wind also found lots of opportunities to blow up my dress. I have always loved running into the little dust devils, with the wind swirling around me and my eyes shut tight so the dirt flying around in a circle did not get in my eyes. Nothing to do with showing off myself, I have done this since I was very little, but when you are wearing a light dress, and the wind caresses you just right, it happens. Especially with no panties. Sometimes I walked, sometimes I ran, sometimes I even skipped (I know, it seems silly for a teenager to skip, but I had a purpose, so didn't care what people thought of it. I even fell flat on my face in the mall once, again for a purpose, and I don't think I got any laughter).
While I am unsure how many people got naughty little glimpses of me, I know a few who did. These are their reactions (At least the ones I knew about and remember).
The first time that someone noticed was while I was running along. Making sure my dress was flipping up enough to show something, a car passed by, with two men in the front. They honked as they passed, and I stopped, sure they saw something. They slowed down a little and gave me as wolf whistle. To reward them for the whistle, I lifted the bottom so the passenger had no doubt that I was not wearing panties. I was rewarded with a loud "Whooo!" as they finished driving by. Bet they would have done more if they knew how my dirty little mind worked.
At one point, I was in the park, near a playground. A man and his wife were there with their two kids.
The kids ran off to play on the swings and slides, and the man and wife settled down to watch them. I found a nice position where I could flash the man without his wife or the kids seeing, and sat down. I spread my legs, making sure that my dress was pulled tight on top so it could not fall between my legs and obscure the view. The man kept glancing in my direction, maybe a little more than he should. The wife turned a couple times, and saw me, sitting there with my legs shut tight, reading my text messages. While I was not close enough for the man to get a good look at my pussy, I was close enough for him to see that this girl kept spreading her legs, showing her pussy. I even winked once when I caught him looking directly at me. After the second time his wife turned around to see what he was looking at, I decided it was time to move on. Too bad women get jealous when their husbands keep looking at other women (Yes, I do too...just not "as" jealous as some others...).
Moving on, I made my way down our busiest street, towards the mall. I skipped for a while, enjoying the way my dress lifted, giving passing cars glimpses of legs, thighs, sometimes more. I know some saw me, but am unsure how many, since people drive quite fast on that street. (You can get a feeling for it by reading this article, plus you can also figure out which mall from that article if you really, really want to know, and it is named in the first sentence).
I stopped by a store to get a bottle of water, bending over to reach the bottle at the very bottom of the cooler, just as the store was empty and I had noticed the clerk glancing my way. I looked up to much delight to notice him quickly averting his gaze. When I went over to pay, I leaned on the counter, giving a nice view down the front of my dress as I talked to him a little, asking a few questions, and watching him try in vain to glance down the front of my dress without appearing to. It was delightfully naughty, and I would have continued if another customer had not came in.
I proceeded to make my way to the mall. I was tempted to pour water over my head, but thought that might be pushing it too far, as if I was not already pushing it far enough.
Once at the mall, I proceeded to go through the different stores. I found lots of things to check out on bottom shelves, forcing me to bend over, and a couple times was even able to find high shelves, reaching up as far as I could, causing my dress to lift enough to show the bottom of my ass cheeks.
I went into one clothing store and asked to try on some clothes. I closed and locked the door, but made sure the door was not completely closed so the red was showing, but the door could open. With a little push, I opened the door just enough for someone to look in, but not enough to so that I might notice. I saw one of the male store attendants move to just the right place, and took off my dress, exposing my naked ass and back to him. I turned myself slightly, looking in the mirror on the side, and, glancing out of the corner of my eye, noted he still seemed to be there, watching me.
I slipped on the clothes I had selected, some very tight, short shorts and a tube top. I came out, watching him quickly turn around (and blush, how adorable). I cleared my throat and asked him how this looked on me. Fumbling around a bit, I pulled the tube top low, almost to the point of coming off, and giggled a bit as he cleared his throat and tried to avoid looking at anything but me. He told me it looked great on me in a bit of a croak. I was tempted to pull the top all the way down, but decided against it. Instead, I went back in the stall, and took the clothes off.
This time however, I decided to go farther. I opened the door, hiding behind it slightly so no one else could see me if they were in the store, but so he could see my right side, just short of actually seeing something he shouldn't. He had a nice view of my arm, slight view of the side of my breast, could see my outer thigh, almost to my fur since I had rotated my hips slightly.
"Could you please put these back and get the pink chemise I saw near the door?"
Speechless, instead of telling me that I needed underwear on to try on clothes, he took the tube top and shorts. I kept pulling them closer to me as he tried to reach for them, but instead of coming much closer (He had no choice but to move a little), he stretched out his arm. He was so cute, only two or three years older than me, and I wanted to eat him up (I have a thing for shy guys, they are just so cute and adorable).
He fetched the chemise (Sorry, they don't carry it anymore, this is the closest I can find, but imagine pink, not black), and I completely opened the door to reach for it (I also noticed another shopper in the store whipped his head towards me, a little late, so he did not get much of a look). He shoved it in my hand, and turned around quickly.
I again tried it on, slowly, with the door again cracked to give him his chance to peek, and again modeled it once I had it on (You can only put on clothes so slowly...). This time, he could only stammer as the chemise clung to me. I finally got the words "looks wonderful" out of his halfway incoherent mumbling, before deciding it might be time to leave the store. I again left the door open, just a crack, and changed back into my dress. I am not sure he got up the courage to peek this time.
When I left the room, I could not resist. I walked over to him, handing him the chemise after I had gotten very close to him, told him thanks for the help, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
I left him standing there, deer in the headlights look, and left the store.
At one point, I decided to get a little bolder. Going to the food court, I ordered my food, and, as I was walking to an empty table just past some cute boys, I fell. My dress pulled up, showing what I wasn't wearing. The boys quickly got out of the seat, helping me up, after their brief eyeful.
I am not sure if anyone else noticed my lack of panties, but they certainly did.
They helped me over to the table, and I positioned myself so that, if they looked directly at me under the table, they would have a nice peek. One of the boys replaced my drink and quickly brought it over before joining the others. I sat there, eating my food, texting my friend, peeking at the boys, peeking at me. They didn't leave until I was already gone.
It was a naughty fun time.
At one point, I was in the park, near a playground. A man and his wife were there with their two kids.
The kids ran off to play on the swings and slides, and the man and wife settled down to watch them. I found a nice position where I could flash the man without his wife or the kids seeing, and sat down. I spread my legs, making sure that my dress was pulled tight on top so it could not fall between my legs and obscure the view. The man kept glancing in my direction, maybe a little more than he should. The wife turned a couple times, and saw me, sitting there with my legs shut tight, reading my text messages. While I was not close enough for the man to get a good look at my pussy, I was close enough for him to see that this girl kept spreading her legs, showing her pussy. I even winked once when I caught him looking directly at me. After the second time his wife turned around to see what he was looking at, I decided it was time to move on. Too bad women get jealous when their husbands keep looking at other women (Yes, I do too...just not "as" jealous as some others...).
Moving on, I made my way down our busiest street, towards the mall. I skipped for a while, enjoying the way my dress lifted, giving passing cars glimpses of legs, thighs, sometimes more. I know some saw me, but am unsure how many, since people drive quite fast on that street. (You can get a feeling for it by reading this article, plus you can also figure out which mall from that article if you really, really want to know, and it is named in the first sentence).
I stopped by a store to get a bottle of water, bending over to reach the bottle at the very bottom of the cooler, just as the store was empty and I had noticed the clerk glancing my way. I looked up to much delight to notice him quickly averting his gaze. When I went over to pay, I leaned on the counter, giving a nice view down the front of my dress as I talked to him a little, asking a few questions, and watching him try in vain to glance down the front of my dress without appearing to. It was delightfully naughty, and I would have continued if another customer had not came in.
I proceeded to make my way to the mall. I was tempted to pour water over my head, but thought that might be pushing it too far, as if I was not already pushing it far enough.
Once at the mall, I proceeded to go through the different stores. I found lots of things to check out on bottom shelves, forcing me to bend over, and a couple times was even able to find high shelves, reaching up as far as I could, causing my dress to lift enough to show the bottom of my ass cheeks.
I went into one clothing store and asked to try on some clothes. I closed and locked the door, but made sure the door was not completely closed so the red was showing, but the door could open. With a little push, I opened the door just enough for someone to look in, but not enough to so that I might notice. I saw one of the male store attendants move to just the right place, and took off my dress, exposing my naked ass and back to him. I turned myself slightly, looking in the mirror on the side, and, glancing out of the corner of my eye, noted he still seemed to be there, watching me.
I slipped on the clothes I had selected, some very tight, short shorts and a tube top. I came out, watching him quickly turn around (and blush, how adorable). I cleared my throat and asked him how this looked on me. Fumbling around a bit, I pulled the tube top low, almost to the point of coming off, and giggled a bit as he cleared his throat and tried to avoid looking at anything but me. He told me it looked great on me in a bit of a croak. I was tempted to pull the top all the way down, but decided against it. Instead, I went back in the stall, and took the clothes off.
This time however, I decided to go farther. I opened the door, hiding behind it slightly so no one else could see me if they were in the store, but so he could see my right side, just short of actually seeing something he shouldn't. He had a nice view of my arm, slight view of the side of my breast, could see my outer thigh, almost to my fur since I had rotated my hips slightly.
"Could you please put these back and get the pink chemise I saw near the door?"
Speechless, instead of telling me that I needed underwear on to try on clothes, he took the tube top and shorts. I kept pulling them closer to me as he tried to reach for them, but instead of coming much closer (He had no choice but to move a little), he stretched out his arm. He was so cute, only two or three years older than me, and I wanted to eat him up (I have a thing for shy guys, they are just so cute and adorable).
He fetched the chemise (Sorry, they don't carry it anymore, this is the closest I can find, but imagine pink, not black), and I completely opened the door to reach for it (I also noticed another shopper in the store whipped his head towards me, a little late, so he did not get much of a look). He shoved it in my hand, and turned around quickly.
I again tried it on, slowly, with the door again cracked to give him his chance to peek, and again modeled it once I had it on (You can only put on clothes so slowly...). This time, he could only stammer as the chemise clung to me. I finally got the words "looks wonderful" out of his halfway incoherent mumbling, before deciding it might be time to leave the store. I again left the door open, just a crack, and changed back into my dress. I am not sure he got up the courage to peek this time.
When I left the room, I could not resist. I walked over to him, handing him the chemise after I had gotten very close to him, told him thanks for the help, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
I left him standing there, deer in the headlights look, and left the store.
At one point, I decided to get a little bolder. Going to the food court, I ordered my food, and, as I was walking to an empty table just past some cute boys, I fell. My dress pulled up, showing what I wasn't wearing. The boys quickly got out of the seat, helping me up, after their brief eyeful.
I am not sure if anyone else noticed my lack of panties, but they certainly did.
They helped me over to the table, and I positioned myself so that, if they looked directly at me under the table, they would have a nice peek. One of the boys replaced my drink and quickly brought it over before joining the others. I sat there, eating my food, texting my friend, peeking at the boys, peeking at me. They didn't leave until I was already gone.
It was a naughty fun time.
Thursday, August 29, 2013
Nickelback-Figured you out (with lyrics)
First off, yes, I understand this is suppose to paint a negative portrait of the female subject of the song (I guess the guy gets away with it because of the whole "rock and roll lifestyle"). I guess some guys take it to mean a woman is less than him if she is more deviant. That is not where I want to focus here though.
There is so much in this song that sometimes reminds me of, well, me.
Wonder if he wrote it because of someone like me.
Makes me think of lots of naughty stories, both real and fantasy.
I assume many of you have already had your own dirty little fantasies about the subjects of this song.
So, what are your dirty little stories that this song makes you think of?
Show me yours, and I will show you mine. (Stories only...)
So for you, here is some insight into how the lyrics of the song fit me:
I like your pants around your feet
-
My pants have been in this
position more than once
And I like the dirt that's on your knees
-
The forest is fun, just make
sure you have a blanket or else you end up with needles poking you in the ass
And I like the way you still say please
-
I have never done this,
personally
While you're looking up at me
-
It is extremely fun to look the
guy in the eye to see how he reacts to what I am doing to him
You're like my favourite damn disease
-
I have had a stalker or two in
my time, it seems like they have some sort of sickness, and for some reason
think I am the cure
And I love the places that we go
-
I love seeing new places, as
well as finding new places to make love in
And I love the people that you know
-
Much to most of my
ex-boyfriends dismay, most of the people I knew were other guys that I had been
with, so I can just imagine them saying this, with the sarcasm an almost visual
thing
And I love the way you can't say no
-
Depends, I can say no to many
things, but some things I am very bad at saying no to
Too many long lines in a row
-
I remember once doing 8-ball
sized lines of crank.
I love the powder on your nose
-
One of those things I was never
able to say no to
And now I know who you are
-
So, do you know who I am?
It wasn't that hard, just to figure you out
-
Have you figured me out?
(Now I did, you wonder why)
-
Are you sure you have?
And now I know who you are
-
I am me, simply me
It wasn't that hard, just to figure you out
-
But can you without seeing my
whole life, not just the naughty bits I share here?
(Now I did, you wonder why)
I like the freckles on your chest
-
I used to have freckles on my
chest, and I still have some on my face
And I like the way you like me best
-
There are a few people that all
we had was sex
And I like the way you're not impressed
-
They were just a toy, so why
should I be impressed?
While you put me to the test
-
Can you pass?
I like the white stains on your dress
-
Did you know cum is difficult
to get out of some materials?
And I love the way you pass the check
-
I did have a tendency to blame
others when I was younger for all my problems
And I love the good times that you wreck
-
Yes, I have also been known to
do this a few times
And I love your lack of self-respect
-
My self-esteem was not the best
when I was younger
While you passed out on the deck
-
I have done this more often
than you want to know, until I cleaned up
I love my hands around your neck
-
Erotic Asphyxiation can be fun
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard, just to figure you out
(Now I did, you wonder why)
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard, just to figure you out
(Now I did, you wonder why)
(Why not before, you never tried)
(Gone for good, and this is it)
I like your pants around your feet
- Better yet, I want to see your pants around your feet
And I like the dirt that's on your knees
- Should I break out a double headed dildo?
And I like the way you still say please
- Will you say please? And don't forget "Thank You"
While you're looking up at me
- I also love seeing the look on a guys face when they lick me, and have to laugh when they give me a face like they would rather be doing anything else, maybe I should keep the dildo next to me for those expressions
You're like my favourite damn disease
- I have even had the Poison Ivy style fantasies. So, can I stalk you?
And I hate the places that we go
-
I have been many places, and
some places are probably those you would never want to go
And I hate the people that you know
-
I guess there is no more need
of sarcasm
And I hate the way you can't say no
Too many long lines in a row
-
The longest I have ever been up
is about 3 days. What can I say, I liked powders a little too much.
I hate the powder on your nose
-
Fortunately, I do not even
drink anymore
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard, just to figure you out
(Now I did, you wonder why)
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard, just to figure you out
(Now I did, you wonder why)
(Why not before, you never tried)
(Gone for good, and this is it)
My first time streaking
My clothes came off, laid in a nice bundle on the back steps.
It was still daylight, with all the normal traffic this entailed, and I went out, in nothing but my shoes.
Out to the alley, I peeked around the corner of the car garage. No one was around.
I hid there for a short while, worried about getting caught, yet thrilled about the idea of being seen, wearing nothing but my shoes, by others.
Moving to the mouth of the alley, I again saw no one was there. Turn right, along the sidewalk, tingly all over from my foray out into the world clad in nothing but shoes. The breeze caressed me, flowing along my exposed nipples, between my legs, around my exposed pussy.
Down to the corner, behind a bush, for in front of me was a major street, with cars zipping by. Green cars, silver cars, black and red cars, with nothing separating their view of my naked flesh except a small, scraggly bush. I darted out as the last car drove by, only to see a car driving the opposite way, right past me, now out in the open.
Panic shot through me, wondering if they saw me, if they would turn around and call the police.
I darted back to the alley, down the alley, hiding behind the carport.
After catching my breath, and wondering if I should just go get dressed and hide inside, I decided to venture out again.
I moved to the other end of the alley, and peeked around. No one.
Moving out, I went back to the main road. This time I stood there, panicking inside, but refusing to run.
A few cars passed (I said it was a major road, not a heavily trafficked one), in either direction, and someone walked by on the opposite side of the street before I turned around and ran back to the house, to pick up my deposited clothes, rush inside, and hide for the rest of the day.
It was still daylight, with all the normal traffic this entailed, and I went out, in nothing but my shoes.
Out to the alley, I peeked around the corner of the car garage. No one was around.
I hid there for a short while, worried about getting caught, yet thrilled about the idea of being seen, wearing nothing but my shoes, by others.
Moving to the mouth of the alley, I again saw no one was there. Turn right, along the sidewalk, tingly all over from my foray out into the world clad in nothing but shoes. The breeze caressed me, flowing along my exposed nipples, between my legs, around my exposed pussy.
Down to the corner, behind a bush, for in front of me was a major street, with cars zipping by. Green cars, silver cars, black and red cars, with nothing separating their view of my naked flesh except a small, scraggly bush. I darted out as the last car drove by, only to see a car driving the opposite way, right past me, now out in the open.
Panic shot through me, wondering if they saw me, if they would turn around and call the police.
I darted back to the alley, down the alley, hiding behind the carport.
After catching my breath, and wondering if I should just go get dressed and hide inside, I decided to venture out again.
I moved to the other end of the alley, and peeked around. No one.
Moving out, I went back to the main road. This time I stood there, panicking inside, but refusing to run.
A few cars passed (I said it was a major road, not a heavily trafficked one), in either direction, and someone walked by on the opposite side of the street before I turned around and ran back to the house, to pick up my deposited clothes, rush inside, and hide for the rest of the day.
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Upcoming stories
Just thought I would leave a little note here so any readers I may have knows what is coming soon.
I have written about my first time ever streaking. It is short, I cannot figure out how to make a great story from it, but when I release it, you are free to leave thoughts and suggestions on how to improve it without actually changing it, since it is a true story, not a fantasy.
I have also written about one of my flashing experiences. I am trying to decide if I want to break it up into two, but again, it is hard to write more than "I did this, and this is what I saw", since, unlike fantasies, I do not know what people are thinking.
One of my fantasy stories I wrote is about a train groping. I will tell you this, I was wet the whole time I wrote it, and ended up chafing a bit because my panties were wet almost the whole day thinking about it. I hope that is a wonderful naughty story that you will like as much as I liked fantasizing about it.
I am also writing a somewhat darker fantasy that involves me being suffocated and stuffed, to become a permanent toy for someone/many someones. For those who do not want to read anything about erotic asphyxiation and what happens after, I suggest skipping it. I will explain more in the story heading.
I am also debating an insect fantasy (This story turned me on, soooo much, even though this is nothing I would ever think of myself [I honestly HATE bugs, but oddly was completely aroused, to the point that I saw a snail the other day, and was turned on thinking about it sliming its way across my naked flesh]. In fact, it is why I started this blog and joined tribe. Her story made me realize how much I have missed my naughty, dirty, kinky side, so my many thanks to Sarah for waking me back up. It got me thinking about other things too, as well as the insects. Just not sure I want to write about it, since I have never actually experienced it, so I am not sure I can do it justice).
I will probably also copy over one of my tribe stories that I wrote as a request. I have been thinking that it is not fair to only leave it up on tribe, since some of my readers here may never go to that website.
Please also notice, I love hearing your thoughts, and I try to respond (emails and comments). Remember, you can drop me an email anytime at my dirtylittlemestorytime@gmail address and I will get it, and try to respond to it. Please remember, I am more than just your dirty little secret, I also have real opinions on real matters, and I keep everything you say between you and me only (And those naughty NSA agents that are probably spying on all of our dirty little secrets, so remember, if you don't want someone to know, don't email it, don't talk about it on the phone, don't search for it on the internet, because they are probably watching you. In fact, if you are truly worried about it, I would suggest just going back to face to face discussions and notes with a self destruct sequence...I'll shut up about it now...). I understand I am a bit of an attention whore, but I also have a kind heart and am warm and understanding, so you can share anything you want with me.
Anyways, please feel free to leave your thoughts, feelings, impressions, story ideas, and whatever else in the comments. Even what you do not like about my writing is fair game. After all, how can I improve if I don't know what I am doing wrong? Just remember, these are all of our dirty little stories, and I want to see you in the stories with me.
I have written about my first time ever streaking. It is short, I cannot figure out how to make a great story from it, but when I release it, you are free to leave thoughts and suggestions on how to improve it without actually changing it, since it is a true story, not a fantasy.
I have also written about one of my flashing experiences. I am trying to decide if I want to break it up into two, but again, it is hard to write more than "I did this, and this is what I saw", since, unlike fantasies, I do not know what people are thinking.
One of my fantasy stories I wrote is about a train groping. I will tell you this, I was wet the whole time I wrote it, and ended up chafing a bit because my panties were wet almost the whole day thinking about it. I hope that is a wonderful naughty story that you will like as much as I liked fantasizing about it.
I am also writing a somewhat darker fantasy that involves me being suffocated and stuffed, to become a permanent toy for someone/many someones. For those who do not want to read anything about erotic asphyxiation and what happens after, I suggest skipping it. I will explain more in the story heading.
I am also debating an insect fantasy (This story turned me on, soooo much, even though this is nothing I would ever think of myself [I honestly HATE bugs, but oddly was completely aroused, to the point that I saw a snail the other day, and was turned on thinking about it sliming its way across my naked flesh]. In fact, it is why I started this blog and joined tribe. Her story made me realize how much I have missed my naughty, dirty, kinky side, so my many thanks to Sarah for waking me back up. It got me thinking about other things too, as well as the insects. Just not sure I want to write about it, since I have never actually experienced it, so I am not sure I can do it justice).
I will probably also copy over one of my tribe stories that I wrote as a request. I have been thinking that it is not fair to only leave it up on tribe, since some of my readers here may never go to that website.
Please also notice, I love hearing your thoughts, and I try to respond (emails and comments). Remember, you can drop me an email anytime at my dirtylittlemestorytime@gmail address and I will get it, and try to respond to it. Please remember, I am more than just your dirty little secret, I also have real opinions on real matters, and I keep everything you say between you and me only (And those naughty NSA agents that are probably spying on all of our dirty little secrets, so remember, if you don't want someone to know, don't email it, don't talk about it on the phone, don't search for it on the internet, because they are probably watching you. In fact, if you are truly worried about it, I would suggest just going back to face to face discussions and notes with a self destruct sequence...I'll shut up about it now...). I understand I am a bit of an attention whore, but I also have a kind heart and am warm and understanding, so you can share anything you want with me.
Anyways, please feel free to leave your thoughts, feelings, impressions, story ideas, and whatever else in the comments. Even what you do not like about my writing is fair game. After all, how can I improve if I don't know what I am doing wrong? Just remember, these are all of our dirty little stories, and I want to see you in the stories with me.
A night on the corner, the last client
The last client was moderately decent looking, either late 30s or early 40s. The car was decent, and his outfit was the business casual type. When he asked me what my rate was for sex, he seemed slightly taken aback when I gave him my price, but after a few moments of thought, he agreed.
It seemed ideal. He seemed to be middle class, and I could have imagined him being one of my lovers, so, already turned on, I was more than eager to make love to him.
We went to a nearby hotel, you know the kind, pay by the hour, not by the night.
He seemed nice enough, if a little touchy, grabbing my ass a couple times on our way up the stairs to the second story. He gave me a hand as we walked up, opened the door for me to enter, the softly closed the door.
Sadly, that is where the nice ruse ended.
Immediately upon closing the door, he pulled the back of my blouse, hard, causing the buttons to rip off and my blouse to rip open, jerking me backwards and causing me to suddenly cry out in fright. He continued pulling until my blouse was gone, ripped off of me.
He grabbed my arm and flung me to the bed in the room. Over my shouts demanding to know what he was doing, to stop it, to let me up, to leave me alone, he continued ripping my clothes off. He grabbed my bra in front and pulled, scratching me with his fingernails, breaking the back clasp, stretching the straps until their clasps broke, then threw it across the room.
He slapped me, growling at me to shut up. I screamed, and he hit me across the chin, and I could feel my vision swim before me, the lights dimming slightly before coming back into focus.
He then started tugging at my skirt, not bothering to try to undo it, not even bother trying to pull it off normally, but instead ripped it off me, much like my shirt. He then ripped off my panties, the sides cutting into me until the fabric finally parted, ripping.
Finally, he pulled my shoes and socks off. I lay there, naked before him, him panting in brutal lust, me panting in fear.
Reaching down, he grabbed my nipples, pulling hard, causing me to scream again. Slap, and I stopped screaming. He then started hitting my breasts, slapping them so hard I could hear it. I felt like throwing up, but he kept on, brutally.
He forced my legs apart, then entered me, dry. I screamed again and he punched me, right in the stomach.
Breathless, I couldn't suck in air to feed my lungs, let alone to scream again. He rammed himself in me, over, and over, and over, until I could feel him shutter, cumming inside me. All together, it lasted only a few minutes, but seemed to last forever. I could feel my face getting puffy, my breasts tender and sore, my pussy hurting. He then wormed his fingers into my already aching pussy, pushing them in, all the way up to his knuckles, ramming them in over and over, feeling almost like he was hitting my pussy with a fist. Over and over, until I was openly weeping, then, penis hard again, he put it back in me and started the pounding again.
This time he kept on for longer, pausing when it seemed he was close, slapping my breasts, and my face when I was too loud. At last, he finished again, this time pulling himself out and cumming on my stomach and breasts.
Throwing down the money on the bed, he dressed, cleaned himself a bit and left, leaving me on the bed, his cum on me, inside me, drying, tears rolling down my cheeks, not quite a full throated sob.
Gathering up my clothes, I tried to put the tatters on me, tried to cover myself up with what was left of my once sexy little outfit. Hiding at every car, every sound, every shift of light, I made my way back to my car, driving home.
It seemed ideal. He seemed to be middle class, and I could have imagined him being one of my lovers, so, already turned on, I was more than eager to make love to him.
We went to a nearby hotel, you know the kind, pay by the hour, not by the night.
He seemed nice enough, if a little touchy, grabbing my ass a couple times on our way up the stairs to the second story. He gave me a hand as we walked up, opened the door for me to enter, the softly closed the door.
Sadly, that is where the nice ruse ended.
Immediately upon closing the door, he pulled the back of my blouse, hard, causing the buttons to rip off and my blouse to rip open, jerking me backwards and causing me to suddenly cry out in fright. He continued pulling until my blouse was gone, ripped off of me.
He grabbed my arm and flung me to the bed in the room. Over my shouts demanding to know what he was doing, to stop it, to let me up, to leave me alone, he continued ripping my clothes off. He grabbed my bra in front and pulled, scratching me with his fingernails, breaking the back clasp, stretching the straps until their clasps broke, then threw it across the room.
He slapped me, growling at me to shut up. I screamed, and he hit me across the chin, and I could feel my vision swim before me, the lights dimming slightly before coming back into focus.
He then started tugging at my skirt, not bothering to try to undo it, not even bother trying to pull it off normally, but instead ripped it off me, much like my shirt. He then ripped off my panties, the sides cutting into me until the fabric finally parted, ripping.
Finally, he pulled my shoes and socks off. I lay there, naked before him, him panting in brutal lust, me panting in fear.
Reaching down, he grabbed my nipples, pulling hard, causing me to scream again. Slap, and I stopped screaming. He then started hitting my breasts, slapping them so hard I could hear it. I felt like throwing up, but he kept on, brutally.
He forced my legs apart, then entered me, dry. I screamed again and he punched me, right in the stomach.
Breathless, I couldn't suck in air to feed my lungs, let alone to scream again. He rammed himself in me, over, and over, and over, until I could feel him shutter, cumming inside me. All together, it lasted only a few minutes, but seemed to last forever. I could feel my face getting puffy, my breasts tender and sore, my pussy hurting. He then wormed his fingers into my already aching pussy, pushing them in, all the way up to his knuckles, ramming them in over and over, feeling almost like he was hitting my pussy with a fist. Over and over, until I was openly weeping, then, penis hard again, he put it back in me and started the pounding again.
This time he kept on for longer, pausing when it seemed he was close, slapping my breasts, and my face when I was too loud. At last, he finished again, this time pulling himself out and cumming on my stomach and breasts.
Throwing down the money on the bed, he dressed, cleaned himself a bit and left, leaving me on the bed, his cum on me, inside me, drying, tears rolling down my cheeks, not quite a full throated sob.
Gathering up my clothes, I tried to put the tatters on me, tried to cover myself up with what was left of my once sexy little outfit. Hiding at every car, every sound, every shift of light, I made my way back to my car, driving home.
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
A night on the corner, more clients
The next John was a Hispanic man. He had a decent build, a slight belly but not overly so. He was about average in the looks category though, and he would have blended in with much of our Hispanic community.
He had a smell of oil and tar on him, probably a road construction worker, and the smell of sweat also clung to him, blending together to create a less than optimal odor. Once I got used to it, it wasn't so bad.
He looked to be in his 30s, black hair stiff and in a bit of disarray. He was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, driving an older, beat up car.
We went around the corner, and I unzipped his pants, fishing around in his underwear for his penis.
Unlike the last guy, he did not try to touch me, but sat there, tense, staring straight ahead.
I am unsure if he was nervous, or just had very good stamina, because it took about 10 minutes before I could get him to cum in my mouth.
He spoke little, and made little noise when he finally came.When I asked for the money, he handed me a $20, then started to drive me back.
"What the fuck is this? I told you, $100!"
"I'm sorry, I only have twenty. I didn't expect it to be so expensive. None of the other girls are."
Is it rape if you don't pay a prostitute (yes, I have heard this joke but not only in normal conversation)?
I yelled and screamed at him, threatened him, even tried to jerk his wheel to crash his car (it wasn't that far away, so we weren't exactly hurrying, and it wasn't long before he was rid of me).
He took it calmly until we got back to the corner, then, when I refused to get out until he paid me the rest of my money, opened the door and shoved, hard. I landed on the pavement, and once I was back up, it was too late. He had already driven off.
Trust me, I was pissed. It's about more than just the money.
I think I scared a couple of people off before I finally threw up my hands and told myself to forget it, to just get over it and get more clients.
The next client came, an old man, in his 40s, most of his hair gone. He looked me over through his thick glasses, then opened his door.
I got in and he drove me further down, under a bridge. No concern, this time I collected the money up front.
He had me lay down in the back seat, then pulled off my panties. He settled on his heels in front of the open door with my legs hanging off the edge of the seat.
He ran his hands over my legs and through the top of my skirt, rubbing my stomach.
He then brought his hands back down and started rubbing my inner thighs. He didn't massage, just rubbed.
He then moved further down, taking off my shoes. Once my shoes were off, he started rubbing my toes, one by one, between his fingers, through my socks. I started to wonder if he would burst out into the "little piggies" thing.
Removing my socks, he started sucking on my toes, one by one. This was an odd sensation, since I had never had this done to me. I let out giggles and the occasional laugh as he tickled my feet, unintentionally, but my feet are ticklish none the less.
Then, he started licking me. I do not mean like a sweet, gentle, playful lick, but more like a dog greeting his owner. This guy was definitely odd. He licked my legs all the way up, until he reached the hem of my skirt, then stopped.
My skirt was lifted until my pussy and fur was completely exposed. He then started rolling up my blouse, little by little, and continued the licking as he had done lower down.
Eventually, he reached my bra. He paused for a minute, just staring at me, looking me over from my hair all the way down to my now naked toes.
He then rolled it higher, until he could no longer roll more, all bunched around my armpits.
Then, he proceeded with his licking, running his hands over my stomach while he licked.
Lifting me slightly, he reached around and under my back and undid my bra in a single, quick motion. Pushing it up, my breasts were freed from their restraints.
Placing one hand over my nipple, he pushed my left breast up, then started licking the bottom of my breast, working around to the sides, then the top. He then repeated this for my right breast, lick bottom, lick side, lick opposite side, lick top. Until then, the only contact he had with my nipple was where his hand had touched it, without teasing or pleasing.
Now that my breasts were covered in his saliva, he moved back up so he could look down on me. Each hand cupped a breast, with my nipples between the middle and ring finger on each. His hands started gently squeezing each breast while his fingers arched upward, tugging my nipples with them, until they were completely stiff.
Mouth coming down, he licked, first one nipple, then the other, back to the first, lick, lick, lick.
His mouth formed an O and he placed it around my nipple, surrounding it without touching, before he started sucking, running his wet tongue over the top, up and down, back and forth. With my nipples stretched as much as they would go from the suction of his mouth, and his tongue running over them, as he alternated from side to side, I felt a tingle rush through me and could feel myself getting wet.
He worked my nipples over for about 5 more minutes before moving up to my face (No, he didn't lick my face).
He kissed me, with the passion of an ardent lover, tongue probing me, breath sickly sweet. His tongue entwined with mine as his hands ran along my body, running along the length of me, except my pussy.
He left my lips, my mouth, and moved down. He placed his face against my fur, drawing in deep breaths through his nose, sniffing my pubic hair. Moving down further, he repeated this, putting his nose right next to my pussy, smelling my wetness. He then started licking again, around the outside of my labia majora before moving inward.
He then licked right above my hood, lifting again and moving down to my perineum, then licked up, along my slightly parted pussy lips.
So enthralled was I, that I forgot what I was there for, and wanted him to take me, to plunge himself inside me.
Tongue licking, moving, it reached my labia minora. He first licked, then sucked the lips into his mouth, stretching out my inner pussy lips as far as they would go, sucking them into his mouth where his tongue explored them, tasting even more of me.
Once he has thoroughly sucked and licked my inner lips, he moved up towards my hood, parting it with the tip of his tongue, then gave my quivering clit a workout. More sucking and licking, with my moan rising and my torso moving of its own accord, pushing into him, grinding his face.
Then his tongue moved down, away from my clit, between my inner lips, to push itself inside my hungry, wet pussy. It moved around the outer area of my vagina, then went in as deep as it could reach. I wanted more inside me, more, more.
He stopped, backing up, to see me quivering before him, shaking as my body reacted to his touches.
Fortunately, he did not forget what be paid for. He pulled out his rock hard penis, then straddled my ribs, putting his penis between my breasts and squeezing my breasts around his shaft, with just his head poking through the top. Moving back and forth, he started thrusting between my breasts as I tried to catch the tip of his head in my mouth each time a thrust brought it into range. I say tried because it was rather awkward, my tongue lolling out, attempting to lick the head, as my mouth bobbed this way and that, as if a fish trying to catch an elusive worm.
Spitting a couple times and rubbing it over his penis, he was able to keep himself lubricated while he continued thrusting, until he exploded, cumming in my open mouth, up my nose, some even landing on my forehead and hair.
He stepped back and pulled up his pants, straightening himself up, and when he noticed I had not moved, told me I should probably get dressed again.
Snapped back to reality, I put myself back in order. He drove me back to my corner, then left. Thinking about what he did, the slightly gross feel of his licking, yet the arousal he sprung in me when he licked the right areas, I was unprepared when my next client pulled up, wanting sex instead of a blow, and willing to pay my full asking price. I wish I wasn't as turned on, because the next client is the reason I have never done this again.
He had a smell of oil and tar on him, probably a road construction worker, and the smell of sweat also clung to him, blending together to create a less than optimal odor. Once I got used to it, it wasn't so bad.
He looked to be in his 30s, black hair stiff and in a bit of disarray. He was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, driving an older, beat up car.
We went around the corner, and I unzipped his pants, fishing around in his underwear for his penis.
Unlike the last guy, he did not try to touch me, but sat there, tense, staring straight ahead.
I am unsure if he was nervous, or just had very good stamina, because it took about 10 minutes before I could get him to cum in my mouth.
He spoke little, and made little noise when he finally came.When I asked for the money, he handed me a $20, then started to drive me back.
"What the fuck is this? I told you, $100!"
"I'm sorry, I only have twenty. I didn't expect it to be so expensive. None of the other girls are."
Is it rape if you don't pay a prostitute (yes, I have heard this joke but not only in normal conversation)?
I yelled and screamed at him, threatened him, even tried to jerk his wheel to crash his car (it wasn't that far away, so we weren't exactly hurrying, and it wasn't long before he was rid of me).
He took it calmly until we got back to the corner, then, when I refused to get out until he paid me the rest of my money, opened the door and shoved, hard. I landed on the pavement, and once I was back up, it was too late. He had already driven off.
Trust me, I was pissed. It's about more than just the money.
I think I scared a couple of people off before I finally threw up my hands and told myself to forget it, to just get over it and get more clients.
The next client came, an old man, in his 40s, most of his hair gone. He looked me over through his thick glasses, then opened his door.
I got in and he drove me further down, under a bridge. No concern, this time I collected the money up front.
He had me lay down in the back seat, then pulled off my panties. He settled on his heels in front of the open door with my legs hanging off the edge of the seat.
He ran his hands over my legs and through the top of my skirt, rubbing my stomach.
He then brought his hands back down and started rubbing my inner thighs. He didn't massage, just rubbed.
He then moved further down, taking off my shoes. Once my shoes were off, he started rubbing my toes, one by one, between his fingers, through my socks. I started to wonder if he would burst out into the "little piggies" thing.
Removing my socks, he started sucking on my toes, one by one. This was an odd sensation, since I had never had this done to me. I let out giggles and the occasional laugh as he tickled my feet, unintentionally, but my feet are ticklish none the less.
Then, he started licking me. I do not mean like a sweet, gentle, playful lick, but more like a dog greeting his owner. This guy was definitely odd. He licked my legs all the way up, until he reached the hem of my skirt, then stopped.
My skirt was lifted until my pussy and fur was completely exposed. He then started rolling up my blouse, little by little, and continued the licking as he had done lower down.
Eventually, he reached my bra. He paused for a minute, just staring at me, looking me over from my hair all the way down to my now naked toes.
He then rolled it higher, until he could no longer roll more, all bunched around my armpits.
Then, he proceeded with his licking, running his hands over my stomach while he licked.
Lifting me slightly, he reached around and under my back and undid my bra in a single, quick motion. Pushing it up, my breasts were freed from their restraints.
Placing one hand over my nipple, he pushed my left breast up, then started licking the bottom of my breast, working around to the sides, then the top. He then repeated this for my right breast, lick bottom, lick side, lick opposite side, lick top. Until then, the only contact he had with my nipple was where his hand had touched it, without teasing or pleasing.
Now that my breasts were covered in his saliva, he moved back up so he could look down on me. Each hand cupped a breast, with my nipples between the middle and ring finger on each. His hands started gently squeezing each breast while his fingers arched upward, tugging my nipples with them, until they were completely stiff.
Mouth coming down, he licked, first one nipple, then the other, back to the first, lick, lick, lick.
His mouth formed an O and he placed it around my nipple, surrounding it without touching, before he started sucking, running his wet tongue over the top, up and down, back and forth. With my nipples stretched as much as they would go from the suction of his mouth, and his tongue running over them, as he alternated from side to side, I felt a tingle rush through me and could feel myself getting wet.
He worked my nipples over for about 5 more minutes before moving up to my face (No, he didn't lick my face).
He kissed me, with the passion of an ardent lover, tongue probing me, breath sickly sweet. His tongue entwined with mine as his hands ran along my body, running along the length of me, except my pussy.
He left my lips, my mouth, and moved down. He placed his face against my fur, drawing in deep breaths through his nose, sniffing my pubic hair. Moving down further, he repeated this, putting his nose right next to my pussy, smelling my wetness. He then started licking again, around the outside of my labia majora before moving inward.
He then licked right above my hood, lifting again and moving down to my perineum, then licked up, along my slightly parted pussy lips.
So enthralled was I, that I forgot what I was there for, and wanted him to take me, to plunge himself inside me.
Tongue licking, moving, it reached my labia minora. He first licked, then sucked the lips into his mouth, stretching out my inner pussy lips as far as they would go, sucking them into his mouth where his tongue explored them, tasting even more of me.
Once he has thoroughly sucked and licked my inner lips, he moved up towards my hood, parting it with the tip of his tongue, then gave my quivering clit a workout. More sucking and licking, with my moan rising and my torso moving of its own accord, pushing into him, grinding his face.
Then his tongue moved down, away from my clit, between my inner lips, to push itself inside my hungry, wet pussy. It moved around the outer area of my vagina, then went in as deep as it could reach. I wanted more inside me, more, more.
He stopped, backing up, to see me quivering before him, shaking as my body reacted to his touches.
Fortunately, he did not forget what be paid for. He pulled out his rock hard penis, then straddled my ribs, putting his penis between my breasts and squeezing my breasts around his shaft, with just his head poking through the top. Moving back and forth, he started thrusting between my breasts as I tried to catch the tip of his head in my mouth each time a thrust brought it into range. I say tried because it was rather awkward, my tongue lolling out, attempting to lick the head, as my mouth bobbed this way and that, as if a fish trying to catch an elusive worm.
Spitting a couple times and rubbing it over his penis, he was able to keep himself lubricated while he continued thrusting, until he exploded, cumming in my open mouth, up my nose, some even landing on my forehead and hair.
He stepped back and pulled up his pants, straightening himself up, and when he noticed I had not moved, told me I should probably get dressed again.
Snapped back to reality, I put myself back in order. He drove me back to my corner, then left. Thinking about what he did, the slightly gross feel of his licking, yet the arousal he sprung in me when he licked the right areas, I was unprepared when my next client pulled up, wanting sex instead of a blow, and willing to pay my full asking price. I wish I wasn't as turned on, because the next client is the reason I have never done this again.
Monday, August 26, 2013
The NSA is watching you, and all your dirty little activities (Spying Fantasy)
So, many of you have probably heard about the NSA spying revelations.
One particular story caught my attention: http://blogs.wsj.com/washwire/2013/08/23/nsa-officers-sometimes-spy-on-love-interests/
Of course, this also mingles with a couple other stories:
https://www.aclu.org/technology-and-liberty/whats-wrong-public-video-surveillance (Check out the part titled Voyeurism )
http://abcnews.go.com/Blotter/story?id=5987804&page=1#.UbYGdfZAREw
So, all together, not only is the NSA spying on us all, they are also listening in on our naughty activities for their own personal pleasure.
Now, everyone should be outraged by our invasion of privacy, but me, well, you know where my mind goes. I can just picture the following (No, I have no idea if they can do all of this, I am just reconstructing how I imagine it, and yes, thinking of this happening does turn me on, the thought that they might be doing this to me, but at the same time disgusts me. We are suppose to be secure in our person and home, yet the very government who is suppose to be made for the people, by the people, and of the people, lie to us, spy on us worse than even the Nazi's were capable of, all in the name of "a little security". It is a disgusting violation of our constitutional rights, that creates a human rights violation that the US likes use to claim why they are better than China, North Korea, yet they engage in it themselves, and flat out lie to the American people, the people they are suppose to represent. Anyways, enough ranting, on with my dirty little story):
"...and now I am licking your pussy."
click
"What was that noise?"
"I don't know, but I am almost there. Moan for me sweety."
"Ooooohhhhh, yes, lick it! Lick my clit! Put your fingers in my pussy you dirty boy!"
"Mmmmm."
click
Somewhere at a data center, two men grin ear to ear, listening in on the conversation. Punching in a phone search, they discover my name. Searching again they find my drivers license, then do a name search to find my Facebook.
"Nice!"
"Yeah, we need pass this to the next shift. They should be in soon, wonder if their call will last long enough."
"We always have the recording, if they finish too early."
They look up my IP provider, then track down my IP address.
"Hey, she has a webcam!"
"Turn it on, turn it on!"
Using one of the exploits in my computer, they gain access to my webcam.
"OMG, look at her! She is gorgeous, and naked! Look at what she is doing with that vibrator!"
The guy working the terminal hits the record button, recording me masturbating to my lovers voice, as he whispers naughty, dirty things in my ear.
Their replacements come in, and they quickly flag them over.
"Look at what she is doing! O god, I would love to be that vibrator."
They discuss me, references made of my actions, my breasts, all while, unknown to me, they silently record.
Back at home,
"I'm cumming!"
"Yes baby, cum for me, cum on me, in me, fill me up!"
I climax, listening to his moans and pants as he cums, working my vibrator, mashing it against my clit, then into my pussy, back and forth until I too climax, toes curling, as I lay there, shaking and helpless. All the while, my actions are being passed around in a data center in the opposite side of the country.
One agent is instantly enamored. My voice files, my webcam feed, are all offloaded onto a USB stick, then he leaves his terminal and goes home, logging into the system remotely.
He fires up my webcam, watching me undress for my shower, then coming back out, drying off my wet body.
After a restful night, I wake up, and the webcam fires up again as I wake my sleeping laptop.
Putting a tap on my phone, he listens in on my conversations, mundane, routine, my mom, my boss, my clients. He watches me, tracks me, hopping from CCTV to CCTV, on the subway, in my apartment lobby, watching me, admiring my dress, my legs, the cleavage exposed by my low cut shirt.
He watches me at work, as I make my way to the bathroom, and activates my cell phone camera, watching me watch my phone, reading about the latest bullshit lies from the NSA, as I relieve myself, splashing and plopping, with unlady like noises coming from me. He watches me as I set my phone to the side, and catches glimpses of my bare ass, or bare thigh, as I pull up my panties, every color being stored and recorded in his dirty little hard drive.
He watches my face contort at my desk, as I start masturbating at my seat, safely alone in the office.
My work laptop camera comes on, and he watches me as my boss bends me over, my dress shoved up, my panties pulled down, my boss thrusting into my pussy until he cums, pulling himself out.
He watches as I bring home my other lover, another woman, and as we use toys on each other, dildos and vibrators, tongues and hands, caressing flesh, pinching nipples, tasting each others pussies. He watches as I watch naughty little videos, rubbing and playing with myself until I climax.
He watches as I bump into people in the subway, as men feel my soft ass, as I almost fall over, grabbing onto the nearest guy while I fondle his package, just a little bit.
He stores and files and replays the videos and pictures and audio files and masturbates to me, cumming day after day.
He passes me around to his friends, letting his friends watch me too, to imagine in their dirty little minds that they are doing to me what they have only watched and heard and recorded.
Too bad they didn't invite me to the party, I would have shown them what they can only watch.
A night on the corner
I stood on the dimly lit corner, short skirt, sleeveless, button-up blouse almost as long as my skirt, in high heels.
A car pulled up to the corner.
"How much for a blow?"
"A hundred bucks."
"A little steep, don't you think?"
"If you don't want it, you can go find someone else further down who can match your money."
"Ok, hop in."
He opened the door to his car.
See, one time I needed money, and, not knowing how to get some quick, I decided to go to our best known "hooker" area and get some fast.
Given my age, and the fact that I had a nice body and didn't look like a strung out whore or a guy in drag, I was able to charge more. The going rate at the time was closer to $20, at least from what I was told. Before I decided to try, I found a prostitute and "hired" her. We drove around the corner, back into a residential area. She was very surprised to say the least that here was a young girl hiring her.
When we got there, she told me to get in the back seat and take off my pants. Of course, I told her no. I was not here to be serviced by a hooker. I can find a willing guy pretty much any time I wanted, and a couple willing girls who I could easily arrange things with. I wanted information.
We talked for a while, and about the 15 minute mark, she said she needed to get back. I gave her another $20 and we continued talking.
She told me what to do, how a John would approach, and what to look out for. She told me the going rate for oral, anal, and vaginal sex, but told me it was not worth doing more than oral since it took longer, and you could not just go around the corner to do it, which meant wasted time.
After a few more tips, I drove her back and found a place to park. I changed into my skirt and blouse, donned my heels, and walked to a different corner further down.
At first, I noticed a couple cars slow down, as if interested, but then they drove off. The next one stopped, asked how much, gave a sardonic laugh, and left.
I guess number 4 was my lucky number that night.
I got in his car and told him to drive around the corner, where the other prostitute took me. He was an older man, bits of grey showing in his hair, and looked like he needed a shave. He was slightly overweight, and a bit ugly, but was not intimidating.
He wore slacks and a button up shirt, the shirt unbuttoned, showing a sweat stained white, with a slightly yellow cast, T-shirt underneath. If he wore a tie, it was no where to be seen.
"Money up front, or I walk."
He handed me a hundred, but then started talking. I gave him my name, and we exchanged a little bit more information.
I moved my hand over his pants while we talked, and unzipped them slowly.
Once I started reaching down the front of his now unzipped pants, trying to get inside his underwear and pull out his penis, he went very silent.
I worked at his underwear until his penis was relieved from its captivity. By now it was already very hard and standing proudly.
He was slightly below average, about five or five and a half inches, but he was straining all of it for all it was worth. I gave him a smile and brought it to my mouth.
I started by licking his head before bringing the rest of his shaft all the way into my mouth. He mumbled an apology.
"Sorry, if I knew that it was someone like you, I would have washed first and used some cologne."
He had the smell of sweat, even heavier in his groin, but not the overpowering stench of an unwashed body. His smell was more the usual, hot day in constricting underwear type.
I sat back up and looked him in the eyes.
"It is fine."
Giggling a little as he flushed, I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the lips. He reacted more with surprise than anything, then gave in to the kiss. As his kiss started getting more ardent, I leaned back again.
"That is not what you paid for."
I leaned back down, burying my head in his lap, taking his penis back into my mouth. I ran my tongue up and down the shaft, then closed my mouth tight around his shaft and started bobbing up and down on him, dirty little sucking sounds coming out when air would leak in around the sides of my mouth.
I stopped and sat back up when he started to speak again.
"Do you mind if...touch you?" He gulped.
I unbuttoned three rows in the middle and guided his hand into my blouse, then leaned back down and started sucking him off again.
At first his fingers explored my bra, before finally venturing down the top to discover my breasts and nipples. He started running his fingers over my nipple, back and forth, stimulating it.
My movement started to match the movement of his hands, under my bra, as he teased my now hard nipple.
His hand reached down my breast, trying to work it out of the bra. Reaching up with my own hand, I undid the top buttons so that the shirt no longer obstructed him exploration.
He pushed my bra down, exposing my breast completely, then ran his finger over my breast, exploring the top, the bottom, the sides.
Eventually his roving hand got braver. He shifted himself over, leaning to the side, and moved his hand down to the bottom of my skirt.
Bringing his fingers up along my inner thigh, he eventually came to the wet panties between my legs.
He poked and prodded the outside of my panties, pushing them against my slit, slightly penetrating my pussy with his fingers and the fabric of my panties.
He exploded, cumming into my mouth.
I sat up, pulled up my bra, and buttoning up my shirt. He looked so sad, like he wanted to do more.
"Got another hundred?"
"Sorry, that is all I had. I didn't expect to be with someone so expensive."
He took me back to the corner as I requested, dropped me off and drove away. I almost felt sorry for him, and was wondering if I should have done more. But, as recommended by the prostitute, I tried to keep myself calm and cold and professional.
I waited around, as before, with men either driving off without stopping (my age can be a problem here...) or men unable or unwilling to pay my asking price.
Eventually, I got my second John for the day.
A car pulled up to the corner.
"How much for a blow?"
"A hundred bucks."
"A little steep, don't you think?"
"If you don't want it, you can go find someone else further down who can match your money."
"Ok, hop in."
He opened the door to his car.
See, one time I needed money, and, not knowing how to get some quick, I decided to go to our best known "hooker" area and get some fast.
Given my age, and the fact that I had a nice body and didn't look like a strung out whore or a guy in drag, I was able to charge more. The going rate at the time was closer to $20, at least from what I was told. Before I decided to try, I found a prostitute and "hired" her. We drove around the corner, back into a residential area. She was very surprised to say the least that here was a young girl hiring her.
When we got there, she told me to get in the back seat and take off my pants. Of course, I told her no. I was not here to be serviced by a hooker. I can find a willing guy pretty much any time I wanted, and a couple willing girls who I could easily arrange things with. I wanted information.
We talked for a while, and about the 15 minute mark, she said she needed to get back. I gave her another $20 and we continued talking.
She told me what to do, how a John would approach, and what to look out for. She told me the going rate for oral, anal, and vaginal sex, but told me it was not worth doing more than oral since it took longer, and you could not just go around the corner to do it, which meant wasted time.
After a few more tips, I drove her back and found a place to park. I changed into my skirt and blouse, donned my heels, and walked to a different corner further down.
At first, I noticed a couple cars slow down, as if interested, but then they drove off. The next one stopped, asked how much, gave a sardonic laugh, and left.
I guess number 4 was my lucky number that night.
I got in his car and told him to drive around the corner, where the other prostitute took me. He was an older man, bits of grey showing in his hair, and looked like he needed a shave. He was slightly overweight, and a bit ugly, but was not intimidating.
He wore slacks and a button up shirt, the shirt unbuttoned, showing a sweat stained white, with a slightly yellow cast, T-shirt underneath. If he wore a tie, it was no where to be seen.
"Money up front, or I walk."
He handed me a hundred, but then started talking. I gave him my name, and we exchanged a little bit more information.
I moved my hand over his pants while we talked, and unzipped them slowly.
Once I started reaching down the front of his now unzipped pants, trying to get inside his underwear and pull out his penis, he went very silent.
I worked at his underwear until his penis was relieved from its captivity. By now it was already very hard and standing proudly.
He was slightly below average, about five or five and a half inches, but he was straining all of it for all it was worth. I gave him a smile and brought it to my mouth.
I started by licking his head before bringing the rest of his shaft all the way into my mouth. He mumbled an apology.
"Sorry, if I knew that it was someone like you, I would have washed first and used some cologne."
He had the smell of sweat, even heavier in his groin, but not the overpowering stench of an unwashed body. His smell was more the usual, hot day in constricting underwear type.
I sat back up and looked him in the eyes.
"It is fine."
Giggling a little as he flushed, I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the lips. He reacted more with surprise than anything, then gave in to the kiss. As his kiss started getting more ardent, I leaned back again.
"That is not what you paid for."
I leaned back down, burying my head in his lap, taking his penis back into my mouth. I ran my tongue up and down the shaft, then closed my mouth tight around his shaft and started bobbing up and down on him, dirty little sucking sounds coming out when air would leak in around the sides of my mouth.
I stopped and sat back up when he started to speak again.
"Do you mind if...touch you?" He gulped.
I unbuttoned three rows in the middle and guided his hand into my blouse, then leaned back down and started sucking him off again.
At first his fingers explored my bra, before finally venturing down the top to discover my breasts and nipples. He started running his fingers over my nipple, back and forth, stimulating it.
My movement started to match the movement of his hands, under my bra, as he teased my now hard nipple.
His hand reached down my breast, trying to work it out of the bra. Reaching up with my own hand, I undid the top buttons so that the shirt no longer obstructed him exploration.
He pushed my bra down, exposing my breast completely, then ran his finger over my breast, exploring the top, the bottom, the sides.
Eventually his roving hand got braver. He shifted himself over, leaning to the side, and moved his hand down to the bottom of my skirt.
Bringing his fingers up along my inner thigh, he eventually came to the wet panties between my legs.
He poked and prodded the outside of my panties, pushing them against my slit, slightly penetrating my pussy with his fingers and the fabric of my panties.
He exploded, cumming into my mouth.
I sat up, pulled up my bra, and buttoning up my shirt. He looked so sad, like he wanted to do more.
"Got another hundred?"
"Sorry, that is all I had. I didn't expect to be with someone so expensive."
He took me back to the corner as I requested, dropped me off and drove away. I almost felt sorry for him, and was wondering if I should have done more. But, as recommended by the prostitute, I tried to keep myself calm and cold and professional.
I waited around, as before, with men either driving off without stopping (my age can be a problem here...) or men unable or unwilling to pay my asking price.
Eventually, I got my second John for the day.
Friday, August 23, 2013
A night with an (e)mail man (Fantasy Request)
So, this little story was written to me from one of my readers. Receiving permission, I modified it to fit my point of view and build upon his story. This is his vision of me, in a dirty little story:
After trading emails off and of for a while, me and him decided to meet face to face. We met at a nice restaurant, passing the time with good wine, good food, and pleasant conversation. Topics ranged, not focusing on any one thing in particular, but instead going where they led, allowing us to get to know each other better. We occasionally referenced something discussed in one of our many emails, both naughty and nice. My favorite color, or my favorite flower. My lucky number. A nipple, hard underneath my shirt as I stand on the street, the snow falling around me on a dark December night. My clit teased and pleased by his hot tongue. Altogether, it was a good dinner.
Dinner ended, and he asked me over for a nightcap. With his own naughty smile, he added, “And maybe something more…”
I flashed my own naughty smile, and replied in a barely audible whisper, “Yes, please, on both.”
We got into his car and he leaned over, twisting his head slightly so our eyes lingered, then put his mouth next to my cheek, caressing it with his hot breath. Reaching his hand over to the other side of me, he took hold of the seat belt, pulling it across me slowly, buckling it. Smiling again, he says in a soft voice, “Safety first,” while flashing another naughty little grin.
Then he opened the glove compartment, pulling out a red silk scarf. Folding it over and over until was just a band, he used it to cover my eyes, then secured it so it could not slip off but was not tight enough to be uncomfortable.
“No peeking.”
My breath quickened, and I could feel his eyes looking me over. I wondered where his gaze lingered. On my breasts, nipples stretching the fabric of my blouse? Or my legs, covered with nothing but black stockings? Or my skirt, covering my black panties, even now getting just a slight bit moist.
Without speaking, he started the car and drove to his house. While he drove, as short as it was, doubts crept into my mind. Am I sure I want to do this? Am I sure he is ok? We have only exchanged emails, and now I am going to his house. Yet at the same time, I was flush with anticipation, leaning forward slightly, wondering what naughty delights might await at our destination. It was a heady rush, both apprehension and anticipation.
He parked the car and walked around to my side, opening the door. Grasping my hand, he pulled me up and out of the car, assisting me since I was blind to what was around me due to the blindfold. He pushed me back against the side of the car, leaning in close, kissing me softly, gently.
One hand reached up and caressed my breast, palming my already stiff nipple. Moving away, he asked, “Are you ready?” to which I replied, slightly breathlessly, “Yes.”
He reached up and began unbuttoning my blouse. Top button undone. Leaning in, I could hear him inhale through his nose, smelling my perfume, nuzzling my neck.
Another button came undone, then another, another. Soon my blouse was completely unbuttoned, with his hands moving to my shoulders, pushing it off, pulling it down my arms, while we stood, pressed against his car, outside, in the cold night air.
He inhaled sharply, realizing why my nipples stiff outline was seen through my blouse, realizing that I had not worn a bra this night, expecting more to happen than a simple meal and conversation.
A thought flitted through my mind. Here I was, topless in his arms. Was anyone watching? Could anyone see what he was doing to me? I shivered with naughty desire.
His hand came up to my hard nipples, pinching them lightly, then rolling them between his fingers. A moan involuntarily escaped me as I basked in the sensation. He proceeded to lightly flick my earrings, telling me how much he loved the way they glitter in the moonlight.
Taking my hand, he led me inside. The jingle of keys, the opening of a door. He pulled me inside, closed the door, and immediately halted me.
“Wait here,” he whispered in my ear. “Don’t move.”
After being gone for a few minutes, he came up beside me. Pressing up against me, I could tell he was naked, his penis standing stiff and erect, poking me slightly in the side, while his breath came in short, hungry bursts. Taking my hand, he placed two scarves, one in each hand, and again whispered to me.
“Hold the scarves and do as I tell you.”
My breath quickened and I could feel myself blushing slightly, my skin turning rosy.
Walking slowly around me, his fingers wandered over my body, softly around my waist, over my hips, up my spine, to end under my chin.
His hands moved down to my hips, where he knelt down in front of me.
Leaning close to me, his hot breath tickled my skin before tugging on one foot, urging me to lift it. My shoe came off, and my foot came down on the soft, thick carpet. Up came the other foot, shoe removed, then back down.
His hands, now free again, softly stroked my calves up and down, caressing my legs through my black stockings, before moving behind me and unzipping my skirt. He held it up, preventing it from falling to the ground, and I could feel his eyes move up to stare at my hard, firm nipples as I bit my lower lip, my breath coming in deep gulps.
He eased my skirt to the floor, little by little, and was greeted with my now exposed garter belt, fastened tight to my stockings, and my black, slightly see through panties. A moan escaped from him as I heard him whisper, “Mmm, nice.”
One by one he undid the suspenders, until all four were removed. His face pressed against my stomach, while his hands eased the garter belt down, off, onto the floor to keep my skirt company.
His arms wrapped around me, and his hands grabbed my ass cheeks, one in each hand, then a forceful pull so I was against him, giving him a sense of urgency, a sense of lust unfulfilled. His breathing came harder, faster, and soon we were panting in unison.
Turning me around, while lifting my leg and moving my now discarded skirt and garter, he stopped me once he was directly behind my topless, skirtless body. Once behind me, he removed the scarves from my hands tied my left wrist to right elbow, then took the other scarf and tied my right wrist to my left elbow. Bound, I was now helpless before him, so he could do anything he wanted. I was his playtoy.
His hands moved down to my panties, and, taking one side in each hand, quickly pulled them down until they rested at my knees. Leaning forward, he kissed the base of my spine, then each ass cheek, before biting each cheek, a little nibble.
He turned me around again until I was facing him, and his hot breath told me he was staring directly at my pussy as it became wetter and wetter. A hoarse “beautiful” came from him as his fingers moved to my slit, moving up and down my pussy lips slowly. Up and down. Up and down. He stopped, parting my lips. He didn't move for a couple minutes, so I only assumed he was looking at my now open, waiting pussy.
His finger slid in easily, already lubricated with my juices, then back out. I gasped as it left, wanting it back inside me. Hearing sucking noises, I realized he was sucking on the finger, wet with my juices, then croaked, “Pure Heaven”.
Hands against my hips, he pushed me backwards. After half a step, I squeal as I bumped into something, tumbling over backwards onto his couch.
He moved with me as I fell, grasping my legs when I hit the couch and spreading them wide. Face pressed up against my pussy, he opened his mouth and found my clit, sucking hard, pulling, tugging, biting softly. His tongue ran over it, around it, again, again. Two fingers penetrated my pussy, thrusting in and out as deep as he could go, urgently, wantonly. Moving his face back slightly, he panted “Cum baby, cum for me” before burying his face back into my pussy.
His mouth continued, sucking, licking, biting, kissing, his fingers pressing up against the top of my vagina, rubbing, teasing, pleasing. He continued, working on my pussy tirelessly, bringing me closer to climax. Closer. Closer. He did not let up until the pressure became unbearable, forcing my body over the edge, a wave of euphoria washing over me as I climaxed, shuddering, while his mouth continued tasting me, teasing me. I shuddered uncontrollably as he continued working over my pussy, until he paused while I lay shuddering is pure rapture.
He waited, slowing down his tasting, his teasing, but not stopping. Staying there, his tongue started probing deeper into me, penetrating my pussy alongside his fingers, tasting me, adjusting when he felt my responses were not what he wanted, until he was truly pleasing me, as if he knew me and all my naughty little buttons. He continued playing with me, pleasuring me, bringing me to climax again and again, until I felt I could take no more. I gasped, begged, pleaded for him to stop, that it was too much.
And the night was still so young.
After trading emails off and of for a while, me and him decided to meet face to face. We met at a nice restaurant, passing the time with good wine, good food, and pleasant conversation. Topics ranged, not focusing on any one thing in particular, but instead going where they led, allowing us to get to know each other better. We occasionally referenced something discussed in one of our many emails, both naughty and nice. My favorite color, or my favorite flower. My lucky number. A nipple, hard underneath my shirt as I stand on the street, the snow falling around me on a dark December night. My clit teased and pleased by his hot tongue. Altogether, it was a good dinner.
Dinner ended, and he asked me over for a nightcap. With his own naughty smile, he added, “And maybe something more…”
I flashed my own naughty smile, and replied in a barely audible whisper, “Yes, please, on both.”
We got into his car and he leaned over, twisting his head slightly so our eyes lingered, then put his mouth next to my cheek, caressing it with his hot breath. Reaching his hand over to the other side of me, he took hold of the seat belt, pulling it across me slowly, buckling it. Smiling again, he says in a soft voice, “Safety first,” while flashing another naughty little grin.
Then he opened the glove compartment, pulling out a red silk scarf. Folding it over and over until was just a band, he used it to cover my eyes, then secured it so it could not slip off but was not tight enough to be uncomfortable.
“No peeking.”
My breath quickened, and I could feel his eyes looking me over. I wondered where his gaze lingered. On my breasts, nipples stretching the fabric of my blouse? Or my legs, covered with nothing but black stockings? Or my skirt, covering my black panties, even now getting just a slight bit moist.
Without speaking, he started the car and drove to his house. While he drove, as short as it was, doubts crept into my mind. Am I sure I want to do this? Am I sure he is ok? We have only exchanged emails, and now I am going to his house. Yet at the same time, I was flush with anticipation, leaning forward slightly, wondering what naughty delights might await at our destination. It was a heady rush, both apprehension and anticipation.
He parked the car and walked around to my side, opening the door. Grasping my hand, he pulled me up and out of the car, assisting me since I was blind to what was around me due to the blindfold. He pushed me back against the side of the car, leaning in close, kissing me softly, gently.
One hand reached up and caressed my breast, palming my already stiff nipple. Moving away, he asked, “Are you ready?” to which I replied, slightly breathlessly, “Yes.”
He reached up and began unbuttoning my blouse. Top button undone. Leaning in, I could hear him inhale through his nose, smelling my perfume, nuzzling my neck.
Another button came undone, then another, another. Soon my blouse was completely unbuttoned, with his hands moving to my shoulders, pushing it off, pulling it down my arms, while we stood, pressed against his car, outside, in the cold night air.
He inhaled sharply, realizing why my nipples stiff outline was seen through my blouse, realizing that I had not worn a bra this night, expecting more to happen than a simple meal and conversation.
A thought flitted through my mind. Here I was, topless in his arms. Was anyone watching? Could anyone see what he was doing to me? I shivered with naughty desire.
His hand came up to my hard nipples, pinching them lightly, then rolling them between his fingers. A moan involuntarily escaped me as I basked in the sensation. He proceeded to lightly flick my earrings, telling me how much he loved the way they glitter in the moonlight.
Taking my hand, he led me inside. The jingle of keys, the opening of a door. He pulled me inside, closed the door, and immediately halted me.
“Wait here,” he whispered in my ear. “Don’t move.”
After being gone for a few minutes, he came up beside me. Pressing up against me, I could tell he was naked, his penis standing stiff and erect, poking me slightly in the side, while his breath came in short, hungry bursts. Taking my hand, he placed two scarves, one in each hand, and again whispered to me.
“Hold the scarves and do as I tell you.”
My breath quickened and I could feel myself blushing slightly, my skin turning rosy.
Walking slowly around me, his fingers wandered over my body, softly around my waist, over my hips, up my spine, to end under my chin.
His hands moved down to my hips, where he knelt down in front of me.
Leaning close to me, his hot breath tickled my skin before tugging on one foot, urging me to lift it. My shoe came off, and my foot came down on the soft, thick carpet. Up came the other foot, shoe removed, then back down.
His hands, now free again, softly stroked my calves up and down, caressing my legs through my black stockings, before moving behind me and unzipping my skirt. He held it up, preventing it from falling to the ground, and I could feel his eyes move up to stare at my hard, firm nipples as I bit my lower lip, my breath coming in deep gulps.
He eased my skirt to the floor, little by little, and was greeted with my now exposed garter belt, fastened tight to my stockings, and my black, slightly see through panties. A moan escaped from him as I heard him whisper, “Mmm, nice.”
One by one he undid the suspenders, until all four were removed. His face pressed against my stomach, while his hands eased the garter belt down, off, onto the floor to keep my skirt company.
His arms wrapped around me, and his hands grabbed my ass cheeks, one in each hand, then a forceful pull so I was against him, giving him a sense of urgency, a sense of lust unfulfilled. His breathing came harder, faster, and soon we were panting in unison.
Turning me around, while lifting my leg and moving my now discarded skirt and garter, he stopped me once he was directly behind my topless, skirtless body. Once behind me, he removed the scarves from my hands tied my left wrist to right elbow, then took the other scarf and tied my right wrist to my left elbow. Bound, I was now helpless before him, so he could do anything he wanted. I was his playtoy.
His hands moved down to my panties, and, taking one side in each hand, quickly pulled them down until they rested at my knees. Leaning forward, he kissed the base of my spine, then each ass cheek, before biting each cheek, a little nibble.
He turned me around again until I was facing him, and his hot breath told me he was staring directly at my pussy as it became wetter and wetter. A hoarse “beautiful” came from him as his fingers moved to my slit, moving up and down my pussy lips slowly. Up and down. Up and down. He stopped, parting my lips. He didn't move for a couple minutes, so I only assumed he was looking at my now open, waiting pussy.
His finger slid in easily, already lubricated with my juices, then back out. I gasped as it left, wanting it back inside me. Hearing sucking noises, I realized he was sucking on the finger, wet with my juices, then croaked, “Pure Heaven”.
Hands against my hips, he pushed me backwards. After half a step, I squeal as I bumped into something, tumbling over backwards onto his couch.
He moved with me as I fell, grasping my legs when I hit the couch and spreading them wide. Face pressed up against my pussy, he opened his mouth and found my clit, sucking hard, pulling, tugging, biting softly. His tongue ran over it, around it, again, again. Two fingers penetrated my pussy, thrusting in and out as deep as he could go, urgently, wantonly. Moving his face back slightly, he panted “Cum baby, cum for me” before burying his face back into my pussy.
His mouth continued, sucking, licking, biting, kissing, his fingers pressing up against the top of my vagina, rubbing, teasing, pleasing. He continued, working on my pussy tirelessly, bringing me closer to climax. Closer. Closer. He did not let up until the pressure became unbearable, forcing my body over the edge, a wave of euphoria washing over me as I climaxed, shuddering, while his mouth continued tasting me, teasing me. I shuddered uncontrollably as he continued working over my pussy, until he paused while I lay shuddering is pure rapture.
He waited, slowing down his tasting, his teasing, but not stopping. Staying there, his tongue started probing deeper into me, penetrating my pussy alongside his fingers, tasting me, adjusting when he felt my responses were not what he wanted, until he was truly pleasing me, as if he knew me and all my naughty little buttons. He continued playing with me, pleasuring me, bringing me to climax again and again, until I felt I could take no more. I gasped, begged, pleaded for him to stop, that it was too much.
And the night was still so young.
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Damaged Goods (About Me)
So, I have had a few people asking about me, and while I have shared bits and pieces here and there, it seems I get more and more questions.
So, I have decided to tell you about who I am, the real person behind the stories, and maybe that will help clarify others thoughts on why I would do things like I have done.
One quick word, some people might read this as a "boo hoo, poor me", or try to eek and gasp and "you poor thing" me. As you read this (Well, if you actually do so), please remember one key thing:
I am honestly, truly happy with the person I am today, and although I have done many things that others might regret, I honestly do not regret, not because I would have rather have avoided things that happen to me, but because everything that I have done, seen, and had done to me makes me the person who I am today, and right now, today, I enjoy who I see in the mirror looking back at me (Yes, I like Mulan). So you can leave your sympathies, your condolences, your "OMG That is soooo horrible"s, but that is not why I am writing this. I am writing this so you can understand my world a little better, and what makes me who I am today.
Anyways, on with the show (And remember, this is not a sexy little story, so you might want to skip it all together if you just want hot, slutty, sexy stories).
So, I think everyone has played doctor when they were young, with the neighbor boy or girl. You show me yours, I show you mine? House? There are many names, but all the same idea, kids finding out about the opposite gender.
However, for me, this step was bypassed.
I was 6 years old, and my babysitter was the lady across the street. She had two teenage sons. I apologize, I do not remember their exact age, but one was younger, either 14 or 15, and the other was older, either 16 or 17.
One day my babysitter drove me and her two sons to the store, with instructions to wait in the car. The older one suddenly told me he wanted me to suck his dick, threatening me that he would tell his mom that I tried to if I didn't. I do not remember exactly what he threatened, but I seem to remember it was something along those lines. I had no clue what was going on (I was six...), and after remembering it later in my life, went absolutely ballistic (I actually asked my mom if she remembered the boys, if she knew where they could be found, because I wanted to take my dad's gun and shoot them). My mom informed me that at that time I demanded that she not babysit me anymore, and I was old enough to take care of myself (I do not actually remember this myself, just know from what I was told).
To make matters worse, I made a stupid decision on who to tell, my older cousin. Hindsight being 20/20, it was not a smart decision, but I was afraid to tell anyone. So, one day when I was at my cousins house (She is 2~ years older than me), I told her what I did to the two guys. and she told me what I did was evil and wrong, and I shouldn't do that. So, now I had done something wrong, and I was going to hell (Part of my family is very religious).
After working with my psychologist, and after I remembered this, I began to find out what had happened to me. As I was told by her, when something like this happens at a very young age, it sexualizes you. Basically, to me, sexual behavior was how I expressed love. Now some people might laugh at this point because, duh, you share yourself intimately with someone you love. But, step back and think about this for a minute. How do you express love for your cousins? How do you express love for your friends? How do you express love for your favorite teacher? For me, it was sexually, I had no idea how to express myself another way. I guess we can say that I got stuck at a certain period in my social awareness growth, with something that was done to me that I cannot remember (I didn't remember this until three years ago, when I turned 18. I can still remember completely loosing it as I talked to my mom about it).
Now no, I did not portray my love for parents, aunts, uncles, etc in this way. You will need to ask a psychologist about this if you want to know more, since even I do not understand why it made me think the way I do, but to me, you expressed love to those your age range in this manner.
Before this incident, I was the outgoing girl, one of the popular kids. After this, I withdrew into myself. I became introverted, quiet, withdrawn.
I started doing things that were unusual for my age. While others would whisper to each other in class, passing notes, etc (honestly, I only remember bits and pieces of most of my childhood, and some of the things I am remembering now is from either alot of psychologists visits or because of me writing my stories here, which is why, after discussing a little with someone on tribe, I decided to write this particular blog entry. They say opening up is the most therapeutic way to deal with your demons), I was pulling up my skirt and pulling down my panties. I was crawling around under the bus seats and doing things a child should not do. You can understand why my social life in school went from hero to zero (yes, I like lots of Disney movies).
I started getting picked on, bullied, becoming the strange girl no one wanted anything to do with.
By the time I was 7, I had started taking off my clothes and running around naked, hiding from people. I can't say it made sense, doing something and trying not to get caught. I think was how my exhibitionist kink started.
By the time I was 9, I was playing house too, but not the normal, healthy kind. Instead, me and a boy down the street were trying to do the things we saw in his sisters hard core adult magazines.
When I was 13, I ended up in my dads travel trailer with three of the neighbor kids, where we would close the door, then start taking off each others clothes.
At another point, I lost my only friend when I tried to kiss her. Yes, many of the guys here will say "But a girl on girl kiss is so hot!", but not when you are 13 years old, not when the other girl is a perfectly normal, non-damaged person. She freaked, and I went through pretty much junior high as the butt of the joke, as the odd girl no one wanted anything to do with, unless it was playing doctor.
Now, I am sure that there are many things I have forgotten, or things that I may or may not someday remember. But, I guess now you have an idea of why I am damaged.
I lost my virginity at the age of 14, halfway through puberty. At 15 I got into the drug scene. The good part is, we moved to the other end of the valley, so I was able to apply some of the things I learned not to do (I said my social growth was stunted, not dead), but I was still that weird girl with no self esteem, the butt of the jokes. Hair pulled by the boys, bra snapped, fights with the other girls, humiliated, tripped, poked, punched, even followed home a few times so they could torment me more. Pushed down, kicked, stuff thrown at me, called every name you can think of. I was luckily able to escape the "slut" image (not saying I was chaste, just that I was very careful, and for the most part avoided boys my own age, and by this point, wanted generally nothing to do with anyone at school).
So, here was me, 15, craving positive attention, and wanting to feel like I was somebody. I found myself with older lovers. They were more attentive, they seemed to like pleasing me, and they did not demean and ridicule me. I had found what felt like some sort of validation of myself. I held no delusions, I knew what they wanted, but I could forget that, especially in those times that I was the center of their world. I know someone will cry something about a "bear", but lets face it, it was better me, someone who knew what she was doing, than someone who was still young and innocent.
For the drug scene, I have done pretty much everything you can imagine that does not include needles. I have a particular taste for coke, crank, meth. But I have been drunk, stoned, tripped on LSD, tripped on shrooms, high on x, done speed a couple times, and a few other things I cannot remember off the top of my head. I was stoned pretty much anytime I was awake, and the others depended on what was available. Guess I even came close to being a coke whore at one point.
Once when I was 15, and another time when I was 16, I tried to commit suicide. Honestly, I wanted to, but I also did it in a way that I was almost sure to be found and "saved". Looking back on it, I think it was more of a ploy for attention than a full hearted attempt.
Sexuality for me became a connection to other people, a connection I didn't have any other way. Remember the whole love/sex thing? I have been with 5 different cousins (before you eww at me, they were not related by blood, but by my dads adoption of me).
I felt good there, being the object of guys attention. If lust was the only positive emotion I could get, then lust it was.
I also want to let you know right up front, I will not tell you my age when I did the things I did.Why? Because, you look at the world today, and you have teenagers going through their puberty, being charged with the crime of having a photo of themselves, or sending the photo to another. You have people exhibiting normal behavior, being a stupid teenager, and getting a criminal record. How much more for me, over the age of 18, describing what I did, when I was underage?
All the things I would do eventually turned me into the kinky, naughty person I am today. However, there is the complication. You see, I love my husband with all of my heart. He is the one who honestly made me feel a sense of self worth without the usual emotions I received from men. He complimented, me, not to get in my pants, but because he genuinely felt that way. He believed in me when no one else was able to. He is utterly devoted to me, treats me with respect, and always does his best to take care of me. He makes me feel safe, secure, and utterly loved. But, there is one area where he is lacking. He is a good guy, who likes traditional things, and the sexual preferences I have developed over my life is something that he cannot handle. O, he enjoys making love (Really, he does have a penis after all!), but I find I have a larger sex drive. Forget trying a three way, I have offered, and he either treats it like a joke and then goes on to another topic, or acts like he wasn't listening.
This is where those of you come in. You see, now that I actually feel good about myself, I have found enjoyment in remembering all those things, in fantasizing about all those things I would love to try. I am dirty and naughty, but enjoy it now, instead of it being my dirty little secret. Will I try more fantasies? No, it is not worth it. But, I can have these fantasies here, with you. I can flash a few naughty bits, get into bathtubs full of cum, see what I can do with a snail here, with you. Because honestly, I am not willing to give up everything I get from my love for a few more kinks.
That is where my imagination comes in. I cannot stop my mind from running naked, wild, dirty, naughty, doing things that I have done, things I would like to try (I do a few things still without crossing that fine line, like rubbing up against someone "accidentally"=P), and things I like to imagine but would never try. Even things that would probably kill me if I tried. For those, I have my words, your attention, and hope that, although I cannot bring my dirty little mind to reality, I can help paint you a dirty little picture that will hopefully help you release your needs, fulfill your desires, and bring you joy to read and reread as you visualize all of your, and my, dirty little stories. Remember, it is our dirty little secret. (´ε｀ )♡
So, I have decided to tell you about who I am, the real person behind the stories, and maybe that will help clarify others thoughts on why I would do things like I have done.
One quick word, some people might read this as a "boo hoo, poor me", or try to eek and gasp and "you poor thing" me. As you read this (Well, if you actually do so), please remember one key thing:
I am honestly, truly happy with the person I am today, and although I have done many things that others might regret, I honestly do not regret, not because I would have rather have avoided things that happen to me, but because everything that I have done, seen, and had done to me makes me the person who I am today, and right now, today, I enjoy who I see in the mirror looking back at me (Yes, I like Mulan). So you can leave your sympathies, your condolences, your "OMG That is soooo horrible"s, but that is not why I am writing this. I am writing this so you can understand my world a little better, and what makes me who I am today.
Anyways, on with the show (And remember, this is not a sexy little story, so you might want to skip it all together if you just want hot, slutty, sexy stories).
So, I think everyone has played doctor when they were young, with the neighbor boy or girl. You show me yours, I show you mine? House? There are many names, but all the same idea, kids finding out about the opposite gender.
However, for me, this step was bypassed.
I was 6 years old, and my babysitter was the lady across the street. She had two teenage sons. I apologize, I do not remember their exact age, but one was younger, either 14 or 15, and the other was older, either 16 or 17.
One day my babysitter drove me and her two sons to the store, with instructions to wait in the car. The older one suddenly told me he wanted me to suck his dick, threatening me that he would tell his mom that I tried to if I didn't. I do not remember exactly what he threatened, but I seem to remember it was something along those lines. I had no clue what was going on (I was six...), and after remembering it later in my life, went absolutely ballistic (I actually asked my mom if she remembered the boys, if she knew where they could be found, because I wanted to take my dad's gun and shoot them). My mom informed me that at that time I demanded that she not babysit me anymore, and I was old enough to take care of myself (I do not actually remember this myself, just know from what I was told).
To make matters worse, I made a stupid decision on who to tell, my older cousin. Hindsight being 20/20, it was not a smart decision, but I was afraid to tell anyone. So, one day when I was at my cousins house (She is 2~ years older than me), I told her what I did to the two guys. and she told me what I did was evil and wrong, and I shouldn't do that. So, now I had done something wrong, and I was going to hell (Part of my family is very religious).
After working with my psychologist, and after I remembered this, I began to find out what had happened to me. As I was told by her, when something like this happens at a very young age, it sexualizes you. Basically, to me, sexual behavior was how I expressed love. Now some people might laugh at this point because, duh, you share yourself intimately with someone you love. But, step back and think about this for a minute. How do you express love for your cousins? How do you express love for your friends? How do you express love for your favorite teacher? For me, it was sexually, I had no idea how to express myself another way. I guess we can say that I got stuck at a certain period in my social awareness growth, with something that was done to me that I cannot remember (I didn't remember this until three years ago, when I turned 18. I can still remember completely loosing it as I talked to my mom about it).
Now no, I did not portray my love for parents, aunts, uncles, etc in this way. You will need to ask a psychologist about this if you want to know more, since even I do not understand why it made me think the way I do, but to me, you expressed love to those your age range in this manner.
Before this incident, I was the outgoing girl, one of the popular kids. After this, I withdrew into myself. I became introverted, quiet, withdrawn.
I started doing things that were unusual for my age. While others would whisper to each other in class, passing notes, etc (honestly, I only remember bits and pieces of most of my childhood, and some of the things I am remembering now is from either alot of psychologists visits or because of me writing my stories here, which is why, after discussing a little with someone on tribe, I decided to write this particular blog entry. They say opening up is the most therapeutic way to deal with your demons), I was pulling up my skirt and pulling down my panties. I was crawling around under the bus seats and doing things a child should not do. You can understand why my social life in school went from hero to zero (yes, I like lots of Disney movies).
I started getting picked on, bullied, becoming the strange girl no one wanted anything to do with.
By the time I was 7, I had started taking off my clothes and running around naked, hiding from people. I can't say it made sense, doing something and trying not to get caught. I think was how my exhibitionist kink started.
By the time I was 9, I was playing house too, but not the normal, healthy kind. Instead, me and a boy down the street were trying to do the things we saw in his sisters hard core adult magazines.
When I was 13, I ended up in my dads travel trailer with three of the neighbor kids, where we would close the door, then start taking off each others clothes.
At another point, I lost my only friend when I tried to kiss her. Yes, many of the guys here will say "But a girl on girl kiss is so hot!", but not when you are 13 years old, not when the other girl is a perfectly normal, non-damaged person. She freaked, and I went through pretty much junior high as the butt of the joke, as the odd girl no one wanted anything to do with, unless it was playing doctor.
Now, I am sure that there are many things I have forgotten, or things that I may or may not someday remember. But, I guess now you have an idea of why I am damaged.
I lost my virginity at the age of 14, halfway through puberty. At 15 I got into the drug scene. The good part is, we moved to the other end of the valley, so I was able to apply some of the things I learned not to do (I said my social growth was stunted, not dead), but I was still that weird girl with no self esteem, the butt of the jokes. Hair pulled by the boys, bra snapped, fights with the other girls, humiliated, tripped, poked, punched, even followed home a few times so they could torment me more. Pushed down, kicked, stuff thrown at me, called every name you can think of. I was luckily able to escape the "slut" image (not saying I was chaste, just that I was very careful, and for the most part avoided boys my own age, and by this point, wanted generally nothing to do with anyone at school).
So, here was me, 15, craving positive attention, and wanting to feel like I was somebody. I found myself with older lovers. They were more attentive, they seemed to like pleasing me, and they did not demean and ridicule me. I had found what felt like some sort of validation of myself. I held no delusions, I knew what they wanted, but I could forget that, especially in those times that I was the center of their world. I know someone will cry something about a "bear", but lets face it, it was better me, someone who knew what she was doing, than someone who was still young and innocent.
For the drug scene, I have done pretty much everything you can imagine that does not include needles. I have a particular taste for coke, crank, meth. But I have been drunk, stoned, tripped on LSD, tripped on shrooms, high on x, done speed a couple times, and a few other things I cannot remember off the top of my head. I was stoned pretty much anytime I was awake, and the others depended on what was available. Guess I even came close to being a coke whore at one point.
Once when I was 15, and another time when I was 16, I tried to commit suicide. Honestly, I wanted to, but I also did it in a way that I was almost sure to be found and "saved". Looking back on it, I think it was more of a ploy for attention than a full hearted attempt.
Sexuality for me became a connection to other people, a connection I didn't have any other way. Remember the whole love/sex thing? I have been with 5 different cousins (before you eww at me, they were not related by blood, but by my dads adoption of me).
I felt good there, being the object of guys attention. If lust was the only positive emotion I could get, then lust it was.
I also want to let you know right up front, I will not tell you my age when I did the things I did.Why? Because, you look at the world today, and you have teenagers going through their puberty, being charged with the crime of having a photo of themselves, or sending the photo to another. You have people exhibiting normal behavior, being a stupid teenager, and getting a criminal record. How much more for me, over the age of 18, describing what I did, when I was underage?
All the things I would do eventually turned me into the kinky, naughty person I am today. However, there is the complication. You see, I love my husband with all of my heart. He is the one who honestly made me feel a sense of self worth without the usual emotions I received from men. He complimented, me, not to get in my pants, but because he genuinely felt that way. He believed in me when no one else was able to. He is utterly devoted to me, treats me with respect, and always does his best to take care of me. He makes me feel safe, secure, and utterly loved. But, there is one area where he is lacking. He is a good guy, who likes traditional things, and the sexual preferences I have developed over my life is something that he cannot handle. O, he enjoys making love (Really, he does have a penis after all!), but I find I have a larger sex drive. Forget trying a three way, I have offered, and he either treats it like a joke and then goes on to another topic, or acts like he wasn't listening.
This is where those of you come in. You see, now that I actually feel good about myself, I have found enjoyment in remembering all those things, in fantasizing about all those things I would love to try. I am dirty and naughty, but enjoy it now, instead of it being my dirty little secret. Will I try more fantasies? No, it is not worth it. But, I can have these fantasies here, with you. I can flash a few naughty bits, get into bathtubs full of cum, see what I can do with a snail here, with you. Because honestly, I am not willing to give up everything I get from my love for a few more kinks.
That is where my imagination comes in. I cannot stop my mind from running naked, wild, dirty, naughty, doing things that I have done, things I would like to try (I do a few things still without crossing that fine line, like rubbing up against someone "accidentally"=P), and things I like to imagine but would never try. Even things that would probably kill me if I tried. For those, I have my words, your attention, and hope that, although I cannot bring my dirty little mind to reality, I can help paint you a dirty little picture that will hopefully help you release your needs, fulfill your desires, and bring you joy to read and reread as you visualize all of your, and my, dirty little stories. Remember, it is our dirty little secret. (´ε｀ )♡
Public Use, The finale
Warm liquid was streamed down on me. Some went on my face before it was suddenly stopped, so I could smell the stink of pee, even taste it as some went into my mouth, past the gag. Fortunately, I don't mind pee (I have drank my own before, when I was even younger), it was just a shock that someone was doing this. I am familiar with golden showers, but that was not a fantasy I have ever had. It turned me on slightly, the thought of me being used as a toilet, but I could think of many things I would rather have done to me (And no, I had never had the bathtub fantasy before this. This is probably what started my thoughts about it though).
Either the person who likes this drank alot, or another/others decided they liked this idea, because soon the bathtub stopper was put in and soon there were a few more streams, coming about two or three at a time. I could feel them peeing all over me, some aiming at a particular spot. One person seemed like he wanted to pee everywhere on me, moving his stream up and down. One person had even peed in my hair. I could feel it around my back, a slight amount that caressed the skin not touching the bathtub. It seemed they weren't doing a good job of filling the tub, but my back was now laying in pee.
The plug was pulled and the warm fluid no longer caressed my back. My legs were pulled up, so I was at an odd angle, my right shoulder and head pressed against the tub while my legs dangled over the side. Suddenly, there was a glass object, curved, pressed against my pussy with the top facing up. Then, it was tipped so the open end was pushed into my pussy, and cold liquid streamed inside me. I could smell the beer as it overflowed and started streaming down my naked body, already wet with pee, now being washed away with beer.
Then, the person who was holding the bottle started pushing it in and out. At first it felt fine, because I was nice and wet, but after a short while, it started to hurt. I started shaking my head no slowly. The bottle holder stopped suddenly. I am not sure if he was worried that I would suddenly end the play, or if my friend stopped him when he noted, but no one lifted my headphones and asked if I wanted to continue. I just wanted him to stop trying to pound me with a bottle.
I was stood back up, but not removed from the tub. The shower was turned on, and suddenly cold, cold water hit me. It warmed up slowly, then was pulled off the hook. Suddenly, the head was brought against my pussy. I was pushed down until I was half squatting, then the shower head was placed against my pussy. It was set to pulse, and it was like a wet vibrator going off on me. Water pushed past my lips and inside me, washing away the beer and cum. So, they wanted to clean me up again.
The shower head was put back on its hook and I was pressed against the wall. I was bent over the man's lap, with his penis starting to thrust inside me. Now, water does not make good lubricant, and I was already sore from everything else being done to me, so I shook my head no, forcefully. The man let go of me and moved back, and my slipped the headphones off my ears after a couple of minutes.
"So you want to stop?"
I thought about it. This had been a deliciously exciting night, but I didn't want to come this far without going until I couldn't anymore. I shook my head no.
"Is something wrong?"
Well, obviously, this did not work out so well. I mean, how can you get someone to understand that you wanted him to use lube without being able to speak, let alone move and show him you were not lubricated enough for someone to pound you? Finally understanding that there was no way I could tell him, he removed the gag from my mouth.
All that came out of my mouth at first was a long moan, followed by some heavy panting.
"I...am...to...dry...hurt...please...lube"
Finally understanding, he put the gag back in my mouth and the headphone back over my ear.
I was left standing there for a few more minutes before hands again appeared on my body. There had to have been at least two people, because there were 4 hands, touching me everywhere. Fondling my nipples, grabbing my ass, trying to worm their way into my pussy. The hand trying to access my pussy stopped, and the shower was turned back on.
This time, they gave me a real shower, running a lathered up washcloth over me, making sure to pay extra special attention to my pussy, breasts and ass. They bent me over, pulled the beads out of my ass, then sat me down on the toilet.
My body was on overdrive by now, so I didn't feel like I needed to go. I especially didn't want to do so if people were watching me, and I didn't hear the door close, so everyone could be watching me from outside the bathroom for all I knew. I sat there for a couple minutes, and then the realization that I did need to go, both sides, hit me. I was suddenly nervous again. I had never went to the bathroom with a man (well, not to actually pee and poo), and I didn't want to do it.
I focused on relaxing, of trying to think of the bathroom as empty, and was finally able to relieve myself.
After that, I found myself back in the bathtub, getting a second shower. This time, my pussy was only washed, not overly fondled. A little play with the lips, a couple swipes at my clit, but that was all.
They toweled me off, then brought me somewhere else. The next time we stopped, I was being laid down on the bed. They flipped me over so I was on my stomach, then the anal beads were put back in, one by one, until my rectum was filled again.
I was placed so my legs were bent over the edge, my face laying against the blanket.
Someone got on the bed and laid down just above my head. He started running his fingers through my hair and occasionally caressing my face, my lips, my forehead, my shoulders. The others decided it was time for a train.
This time, four guys took me. Each one was pretty standard, pump and dump, so I will not go into details about it. Two came in my pussy, one came on my stomach, and the third came on my face.
It suddenly got a little strange. The ankle cuffs were taken off, and I started wondering if we were done. I would not have minded, my pussy was getting very sore by now. Oddly though, goggles, headphones, and handcuffs were not being taken off. What was going on?
I was pulled further up the bed until my head was resting on a pillow. My legs were pulled apart slightly and someone started massaging my inner thighs. They screamed out in protest, sore from all the activity I had tonight and the fact they had been forced to stay spread open all night.
His (bigger hands, so sure they belonged to a him) hands kneaded the stiff, sore muscles for a little bit, until they started to relax. Then, my legs were pulled further apart, and I felt hair against my thighs.
A nose was pushed into my pussy, and I could feel his panting as he licked the bottom of my slit. O my, this person seemed to like smelling me. He continued for a few minutes before parting my lips with his fingers, then running his tongue up and down me, finding its way to my clit, which he started sucking and nibbling on.
Meanwhile, I could feel the bed shift ever so slightly to the right, then to the left, as two more people sat down to either side of me. Their hands started roaming all over me, touching my neck, shoulders, stomach, breasts, even the outside of my thigh where even now someone was working over my pussy.
The person to the left placed my nipple in their mouth. Their skin was smooth, so either they had shaven recently or it was a girl.
The other was teasing my nipple in his hand while kissing my face and neck, then shifting to kiss my breasts and stomach.
Eventually, between my clit being stimulated, my left nipple being sucked and teased, and my right nipple and breast being teased and being kissed all over, I climaxed. And I thought I wouldn't be able to again...
With that, the two people on the sides left the bed and the one between my legs moved his body up, his weight pressing down on my pubis.
He pushed his penis inside me slowly, carefully, and proceeded to make love to me, gently, kissing and licking and touching and fondling.
He thrust faster and faster until, right before cumming, he pulled out and shot all over my breasts.
The next settled between my legs, but, more like a normal boyfriend, husband, finished himself much faster. He also played with my breasts, cupping them, catching my nipples between his fingers. He pushed one final time, then came inside me.
The last one pushed my legs up, as if he wanted my legs behind my ears. My legs groaned in pain at the position and I shook my head no once. He let off the pressure, and instead turned me onto my side. He pushed his penis into my pussy, while reaching over to run his hands all over my breast, until he, too, finished in a short time, pulling out and cumming on my back and side.
I am unsure if more were waiting their turn, because I was done. I shook my head vigorously no, signalling the end. I was too sore to go on.
I lay their, oblivious to the world, for a couple minutes. Off came one ear of the headphones.
"Do you want to stop?"
I shook my head yes.
A few more minutes passed, and then my friend came back, taking off first the handcuffs, then the headphones, and last the goggles.
No one was around but me and him now.
"Did you enjoy yourself?"
I shook my head yes, and snuggled into his arms, still naked and unwashed, falling to sleep almost immediately.
I still do not know to this day how many people played with me that day, or who they were. I could have met some later, who knew me, who played with me, but if so, they never said a word. Maybe someone out there is reading my stories, and remembers that night, but remember the rules of play. You are not allowed to tell me. It is your dirty little secret.
Either the person who likes this drank alot, or another/others decided they liked this idea, because soon the bathtub stopper was put in and soon there were a few more streams, coming about two or three at a time. I could feel them peeing all over me, some aiming at a particular spot. One person seemed like he wanted to pee everywhere on me, moving his stream up and down. One person had even peed in my hair. I could feel it around my back, a slight amount that caressed the skin not touching the bathtub. It seemed they weren't doing a good job of filling the tub, but my back was now laying in pee.
The plug was pulled and the warm fluid no longer caressed my back. My legs were pulled up, so I was at an odd angle, my right shoulder and head pressed against the tub while my legs dangled over the side. Suddenly, there was a glass object, curved, pressed against my pussy with the top facing up. Then, it was tipped so the open end was pushed into my pussy, and cold liquid streamed inside me. I could smell the beer as it overflowed and started streaming down my naked body, already wet with pee, now being washed away with beer.
Then, the person who was holding the bottle started pushing it in and out. At first it felt fine, because I was nice and wet, but after a short while, it started to hurt. I started shaking my head no slowly. The bottle holder stopped suddenly. I am not sure if he was worried that I would suddenly end the play, or if my friend stopped him when he noted, but no one lifted my headphones and asked if I wanted to continue. I just wanted him to stop trying to pound me with a bottle.
I was stood back up, but not removed from the tub. The shower was turned on, and suddenly cold, cold water hit me. It warmed up slowly, then was pulled off the hook. Suddenly, the head was brought against my pussy. I was pushed down until I was half squatting, then the shower head was placed against my pussy. It was set to pulse, and it was like a wet vibrator going off on me. Water pushed past my lips and inside me, washing away the beer and cum. So, they wanted to clean me up again.
The shower head was put back on its hook and I was pressed against the wall. I was bent over the man's lap, with his penis starting to thrust inside me. Now, water does not make good lubricant, and I was already sore from everything else being done to me, so I shook my head no, forcefully. The man let go of me and moved back, and my slipped the headphones off my ears after a couple of minutes.
"So you want to stop?"
I thought about it. This had been a deliciously exciting night, but I didn't want to come this far without going until I couldn't anymore. I shook my head no.
"Is something wrong?"
Well, obviously, this did not work out so well. I mean, how can you get someone to understand that you wanted him to use lube without being able to speak, let alone move and show him you were not lubricated enough for someone to pound you? Finally understanding that there was no way I could tell him, he removed the gag from my mouth.
All that came out of my mouth at first was a long moan, followed by some heavy panting.
"I...am...to...dry...hurt...please...lube"
Finally understanding, he put the gag back in my mouth and the headphone back over my ear.
I was left standing there for a few more minutes before hands again appeared on my body. There had to have been at least two people, because there were 4 hands, touching me everywhere. Fondling my nipples, grabbing my ass, trying to worm their way into my pussy. The hand trying to access my pussy stopped, and the shower was turned back on.
This time, they gave me a real shower, running a lathered up washcloth over me, making sure to pay extra special attention to my pussy, breasts and ass. They bent me over, pulled the beads out of my ass, then sat me down on the toilet.
My body was on overdrive by now, so I didn't feel like I needed to go. I especially didn't want to do so if people were watching me, and I didn't hear the door close, so everyone could be watching me from outside the bathroom for all I knew. I sat there for a couple minutes, and then the realization that I did need to go, both sides, hit me. I was suddenly nervous again. I had never went to the bathroom with a man (well, not to actually pee and poo), and I didn't want to do it.
I focused on relaxing, of trying to think of the bathroom as empty, and was finally able to relieve myself.
After that, I found myself back in the bathtub, getting a second shower. This time, my pussy was only washed, not overly fondled. A little play with the lips, a couple swipes at my clit, but that was all.
They toweled me off, then brought me somewhere else. The next time we stopped, I was being laid down on the bed. They flipped me over so I was on my stomach, then the anal beads were put back in, one by one, until my rectum was filled again.
I was placed so my legs were bent over the edge, my face laying against the blanket.
Someone got on the bed and laid down just above my head. He started running his fingers through my hair and occasionally caressing my face, my lips, my forehead, my shoulders. The others decided it was time for a train.
This time, four guys took me. Each one was pretty standard, pump and dump, so I will not go into details about it. Two came in my pussy, one came on my stomach, and the third came on my face.
It suddenly got a little strange. The ankle cuffs were taken off, and I started wondering if we were done. I would not have minded, my pussy was getting very sore by now. Oddly though, goggles, headphones, and handcuffs were not being taken off. What was going on?
I was pulled further up the bed until my head was resting on a pillow. My legs were pulled apart slightly and someone started massaging my inner thighs. They screamed out in protest, sore from all the activity I had tonight and the fact they had been forced to stay spread open all night.
His (bigger hands, so sure they belonged to a him) hands kneaded the stiff, sore muscles for a little bit, until they started to relax. Then, my legs were pulled further apart, and I felt hair against my thighs.
A nose was pushed into my pussy, and I could feel his panting as he licked the bottom of my slit. O my, this person seemed to like smelling me. He continued for a few minutes before parting my lips with his fingers, then running his tongue up and down me, finding its way to my clit, which he started sucking and nibbling on.
Meanwhile, I could feel the bed shift ever so slightly to the right, then to the left, as two more people sat down to either side of me. Their hands started roaming all over me, touching my neck, shoulders, stomach, breasts, even the outside of my thigh where even now someone was working over my pussy.
The person to the left placed my nipple in their mouth. Their skin was smooth, so either they had shaven recently or it was a girl.
The other was teasing my nipple in his hand while kissing my face and neck, then shifting to kiss my breasts and stomach.
Eventually, between my clit being stimulated, my left nipple being sucked and teased, and my right nipple and breast being teased and being kissed all over, I climaxed. And I thought I wouldn't be able to again...
With that, the two people on the sides left the bed and the one between my legs moved his body up, his weight pressing down on my pubis.
He pushed his penis inside me slowly, carefully, and proceeded to make love to me, gently, kissing and licking and touching and fondling.
He thrust faster and faster until, right before cumming, he pulled out and shot all over my breasts.
The next settled between my legs, but, more like a normal boyfriend, husband, finished himself much faster. He also played with my breasts, cupping them, catching my nipples between his fingers. He pushed one final time, then came inside me.
The last one pushed my legs up, as if he wanted my legs behind my ears. My legs groaned in pain at the position and I shook my head no once. He let off the pressure, and instead turned me onto my side. He pushed his penis into my pussy, while reaching over to run his hands all over my breast, until he, too, finished in a short time, pulling out and cumming on my back and side.
I am unsure if more were waiting their turn, because I was done. I shook my head vigorously no, signalling the end. I was too sore to go on.
I lay their, oblivious to the world, for a couple minutes. Off came one ear of the headphones.
"Do you want to stop?"
I shook my head yes.
A few more minutes passed, and then my friend came back, taking off first the handcuffs, then the headphones, and last the goggles.
No one was around but me and him now.
"Did you enjoy yourself?"
I shook my head yes, and snuggled into his arms, still naked and unwashed, falling to sleep almost immediately.
I still do not know to this day how many people played with me that day, or who they were. I could have met some later, who knew me, who played with me, but if so, they never said a word. Maybe someone out there is reading my stories, and remembers that night, but remember the rules of play. You are not allowed to tell me. It is your dirty little secret.
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