I don’t usually participate in these meme things (they seem like just so much navel gazing), but I’m making an exception for three very good reasons:

First of all, I was tagged by the amazing and sexy Sapphire J. She’s amazing for a bunch of reasons and sexy for a bunch more reasons. So you see ‘amazingly sexy’ just isn’t good enough (though it would certainly apply). I’m indebted to her for saying nice things to zoe  about me and this seems like a good way balance the scales…a karma thing.

Secondly, ♀ has been saying for quite awhile now that I should do an update to my surprisingly popular 99 Things About Me list. I was just going to change the items that are different now but she felt that since that was the the truth then, I shouldn’t tinker with it.  Hopefully, she’ll be satisfied with this list of 10 things.

The third reason for participating is that it wasn’t called a meme at all. It’s an award and seriously, who can say no to an award?

 

Guidelines when winning the Honest Scrap award:

1. List 10 honest things about yourself (try to make it interesting, even if you have to dig deep!)

2. Pass the award on to 10 bloggers.

10 Honest things about Sweat Shop Sissy:

1.  ♀ is my Yoko Ono and I know that loving her and being loved by her in return is the greatest thing I will ever know.

2.  I love our boys, but I must admit  I’m really liking this ‘empty nest’  lifestyle. It turns out my mother was right. ‘Life begins when the kids move out and the pets all die.’

3.  ♀ & I have a much better understanding of what being a sissy means now then when I wrote the ’99 Things about Me’  list. This interview explains things quite well.

4.  I don’t see the evolution of Goddess/sissy/  ever ending. When we first started exploring this, I was very excited. This whole new world was opening up to me and I wanted to see everything, explore everywhere and I wanted to do it all right now. ♀ found it pretty overwhelming. Now I think we are at a place where we both know we’re going to continue to explore and grow. I don’t need to force it and she doesn’t need to be intimidated by it.

5.  However, if there was one thing I could change, it would be how she treats my ass. She loves the shape of it, she really seems to enjoy spanking/biting/scratching/pinching it, she even likes sticking this into it (we have the large one), but she just doesn’t seem to enjoy strapping one on and pegging it.

6. I think it’s very likely that other people will be invited into our bedroom. Not because there’s something missing (except for # 5), but the right people would be invited to add to our pleasure.

7.  If and when that happens I think we would both approach it from a hetero-flexible  point of view.

8.  I doubt that anybody who really knows us would be surprised to learn that I’m a sissy. I’ll go even further then that…I doubt that anybody from my past who really knew me would be very surprised. (Provided of course, they were opened minded enough to listen to what it meant)

9.  When I was in grade 8, I left a creative writing assignment until the night before it was due and when I sat down to write it I drew a blank. I panicked and copied a story out of an old Readers Digest (this was pre-internet). I think the teacher tried to shame me into admitting it was plagiarized because she entered it into a district wide writing contest. It won ‘Honorable Mention’, I never did admit that I cheated and I still feel guilty about it.

10.  I started SSS for several different reasons. It seemed like a good way to chronicle our exploration of ‘sissy’, I wanted to celebrate our relationship (in many ways it’s just one long love letter) and I hoped it would force me to sit down and write on a regular basis. There was one other less obvious, but no less important reason. I wanted needed to stave off depression (a lifelong struggle) after a disastrous access and custody battle. If I had to pick one thing about SSS that I’m most proud of, it’s that it has stayed so positive…to write and hopefully to visit as well.

 

OK, now I’m supposed to pass this on to 10 other bloggers. The problem with that is, the bloggers who I really enjoy reading dig deep every time they publish so I’m not going to pester them with this. But ♀ & I were thinking it would be nice to know who you are dear reader. We’re not asking for a whole list.  Just tell us one thing about yourself. It’ll be our version of Post Secret …without the post cards or a gazillion people reading it on Sunday morning.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

A few firsts this week… zoe (from OMG, you are such a flirt) & ♀ finally got to chat and just between you & I, I think ♀ is more of a flirt then I am. We got Fleshbotted for the first time at our new cyber-home. ♀ did the happy dance and it was very…inspirational. Thank you Madeline.  I made the first hot-cross buns of the season yesterday. And just so you know…we make our own topping. Not that gross rubbery crap they use in the grocery stores.

This Week’s Picks
A 2009 Wish For Smut Writers
“Sex bloggers are on the cusp of what I see as being a new kind of sexual revolution.”

Q&A with Domina Doll
“I enjoy teaching others how to explore that aspect of themselves.”

Overtaken
“He kissed the side of my neck, sweeping my long hair out of the way, working his mouth across the side of my neck to press little bites along my collarbone.”

Sugasm Editor
Sex Work And Honesty: When The Truth Hurts

Editor’s Choice
Dictation with Davis

More Sugasm
Join the Sugasm

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Sex News, Reviews, & Interviews
Four Seasons Studded And Ribbed Condoms Review
Sari Stripping
Taking action

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Autobiography of a Masturbator: Porn O’Graphicus, Part 6
Banging on the Bongs
Horror Vacui
How NOT to Talk About Size and Sexuality
Lessons I’ve Learned (so you don’t have to )
The Recruiting Process

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Ariel (errotica archives)
da Deflowered HNT
Maria Ford Ripped Open Revealing Breasts in Passion Cove
Meggan Mallone – All Tied Up

BDSM & Fetish
20 Macaroons
Forced bisexuality revisited part 2
KSL Kontest Winner for December
Leaving The Ramrod
My First Cell Popping
Poly Mono Saturated Thoughts
A year of lustful quality

Sex Advice
Anal Sex Precautions

Ask Miss Bliss – My Wife Wants a Threesome With Two Guys
Dear Em & Lo: Help, I Can’t Orgasm with My Boyfriend!

Erotic Writing and Experiences
All woman
And With Your Eyes
Close
Dick Meets Jane…Again
Fire and Ice
If you come to a fork in the road, take it
Last Chance
Middle School Fantasy
A Quick Fuck in a Shadowed Corner
She Walks in Beauty, Chapter 2
Stripper Academy: Visiting Professor
The Summer of Roses
Weasel Journal
The Workout Part One
Your Gorgeous Polish Girlfriend Keeps Calling You Sweetie in Public

I adore women and as long as I have eyes in my head, I’ll be a girl-watcher. I recognize that not all women/girls want to be stared at so I do make an effort not to be creepy about it, but the fact is, I’m going to look. For me, it goes beyond just women I see out in public. A large part of my on-line time is spent looking at women. If we go to an art gallery,  the first thing I look for is art that celebrates the female form. If I were an artist that’s all I would paint or draw or carve or sculpt. When we go into a book store, the first thing I look for is erotica written by women. When ♀ & I are together I find it almost impossible to not touch her hair, breasts, ass, feet…I worship the Goddess and no, I don’t feel guilty about it.

 

One of the many many reasons I’m so lucky to be married to ♀ is she’s not threatened by my fascination of all things feminine. In fact she encourages it. We were at a local eatery recently known for it’s young, attractive, scantily clad waitresses and they sat us in a section with a waiter. ♀ asked to be moved to a different section. She points out attractive women who I may have missed, she enjoys going to see strippers as much as I do, she’s always on the look out for ‘girly’ stuff and best of all she never seems to get tired of me touching her.

 

OK,  I’m going to change gears for a bit, but I’ll get back to girl-watching in a minute. During the final sad year with the mother of my son, I started having quite a bit of cyber-sex. My X and I didn’t have sex at all for two years after our son was born and in the next two years I could count on one hand how many times we had whoopee. Eventually, I realized that masturbating with someone online was better then by myself. I had become so isolated and lonely that the maybe-real-maybe-not quality of online relationships became a lifeline for me. Of course I got caught and of course it gave her a convenient excuse to never sleep with me again. We did go through the couples counselling charade. What a joke. The therapist was female and she also had a female ‘trainee’ in the room with us. Yeah, I’m a sissy, but three women in a room with me, the X in tears talking about how betrayed she was. I was doomed. The therapist said that any activity that took sexual energy away from my primary relationship was destructive and was considered cheating. I argued that there was no sexual energy in my primary relationship and could they even imagine how sad and lonely I was to make masturbating with a virtual friend online preferable to doing it by myself? It didn’t matter. I was a rat-bastard and she was the poor betrayed perfect mother and that, as they say, was that.

 

I know now that most of the ten years we spent together were a lie and my only regret is that I didn’t realize it earlier (though I did get a great son), but to this day I maintain that having cyber-sex in that situation (based on the therapists definition) wasn’t cheating. Fast forward to the present. I would never have cyber-sex without ♀ being involved because there is a huge amount of sexual energy between us and again, based on the therapists definition, it would take energy away from us and that would be cheating.

 

In the years that ♀ & I have been together I haven’t spent very much time chatting online. Not because I’m worried about going astray. It’s more a case of I type very slowly and my spelling is atrocious and even if  it’s not sucking energy, it is a distraction from ♀ and from writing. So most of my communication is by email. But, and there’s always a but, Gmail has a chat function and I’ve had the opportunity to chat with a few other sex-bloggers. I like that, it’s nice. It makes me feel like I’m part of a sexy little club. I enjoy getting to know a little bit more about these women whose writing gives me so much pleasure.

 

I’ve recently had the very good fortune to be able to chat with the reclusive zoe. In fact we’ve been chatting quite a bit about quite an astonishing array of topics. I’ve already explained why that’s unusual for me, but according to zoe, it’s unusual for her because she doesn’t, as a rule, get personal with men online who she doesn’t know and feel comfortable with in the real world. Why did she make this exception? Well for one thing, Sapphire J vouched for me and I am very grateful to her. Another reason is she’s read our blog and she knows how committed ♀ & I are to each other, she knows that I’ll forward every email to ♀ and that Gmail saves every chat and ♀ will read them. She knows that she’ll never be the other woman or a dirty little secret. In fact both zoe & ♀ want to get to know each other as well, but schedules have prevented them from chatting yet. This sense of security has allowed us to be very open and honest with each other. It’s also allowed a fair amount of sexual tension to develop. We all know it’s there (♀ words were “OMG, you are such a little flirt!”), but I don’t think it’s a bad thing at all in this situation. Everyone likes to know that other people find us attractive and engaging. I think that’s especially important in a long term relationship. It’s a  thrill knowing someone else thinks you’re sexy and it keeps your partner from taking you for granted as well. Not that ♀ ever does, but you know what I mean, right?

 

So there is this underlying sexual current and it’s fun to flirt and tease and explore knowing that it won’t go any further then that unless (or until?) ♀ is actively involved. That’s certainly not my motivation for wanting to get to know zoe better, but  I think that would be way cool if something like that did happen one day. zoe & ♀ could come up with diabolical things to do to me or they could play together and force me to just watch or…Oh my, so many possibilities.

 

(zoe, like so many other female bloggers, has a stalker. She has asked that I not use her name or link to her site. ‘zoe’ is a little inside joke.)

 

So one night last week, ♀ & I were necking on the couch and ♀ asked if I had ever seen a picture of  zoe or if she’d described herself  to me? Did I have any idea what this woman really looked like? The answer is no. I have no idea and I’ve never asked. Later on I was thinking back to my time as a cyber-slut and I realized I never asked then either. Sometimes they would send pictures or offer descriptions, but it wasn’t something I asked for. I’ve been puzzling over that for the past few days. As I mentioned at the beginning of this post, I’m all about girl-watching. I look for the female form everywhere, but for some reason it’s not that important to know what online friends look like. I’m not sure what that says about me. ♀ thinks it’s because I have a good imagination and an image develops while I’m chatting. As I get to know more about that person, that image gets adjusted…if she mentions one of her 17 cats jumping on the keyboard, or the itchiness of a new tattoo, or needing to go for a smoke (yuck), or losing her little toe when an over-zealeous lover bit it off. I’m making all of this up as I go along, but you get the idea. ♀ is probably right, but still, I think it’s a curious thing. Want to know something funny? It’ll be ♀ who asks zoe to see a picture or get a description. She’ll reason that since zoe has been reading our blog she knows what ♀ looks like. She’ll think it would only be fair to see what zoe looks like. They can sort that out themselves.

 

The night we were talking about zoe, we had wicked-good sex. I think it was only the second time she’d had an orgasm during anal sex. She usually comes after I’ve filled her ass, but not this time. Another thing that was surprising is we’d had virtually no foreplay and that’s a prerequisite for anal. We’d been necking on the couch and when we got to the bedroom, she bent over the bed and told me to grab some lube and fuck her ass. Short, sweet, and super hot.

 

I needed a twenty minute nap after and when I awoke she was playing again. This too was surprising. Usually when she’s done…she’s done, but this time she wasn’t done. I watched her play for a minute or two. Then she asked, “Have you ever had cyber-sex with zoe?”

“No.” I said. Surprised.

“Would you?”

“Only if you were there.”

“Fuck me with the glass toy and tell me what you’d say to her if you were having cyber-sex.”

 

I started to fuck her with the glass and invented this story…zoe is in our bed, laying on her stomach. You’re kneeling by her head with your knees at her shoulders. You play with her hair, then massage her shoulders and slowly work your way down her back. I’m at the other end of the bed massaging her feet, calves and thighs. We meet in the middle. My hands digging deep towards the heat of her crotch, your hands massaging the swell of her ass.

 

She’s moaning now. Can you here her, Baby? I push her legs apart with my knees and she lifts her hips up. You grab the cheeks of her ass and spread them apart and there she is Baby…tight little asshole and moistening pussy…exposed just for us. Fuck she looks delicious, doesn’t she?

 

You sit back down at the head of the bed and zoe rolls over. She rests her head in your lap. Your breasts just barely out of reach of her mouth. You play with her hair some more then slide your hands down towards her breasts. You cup one in your hands. Feel it’s weight and warmth and texture. You slowly massage inward closer and closer to her rock hard nipple, but you want to tease her. Make her wait. You take her other breast in hand and massage it the same way.

 

Meanwhile, I’m laying between her outstretched legs nibbling along her inner thighs, getting closer and closer to her cunt. Can you smell her sex, Baby. She smells so good. I lick all around her pussy, teasing her. I spread her lips apart and I can see her little clitty poking up, just begging to be licked. I look up at you and you nod your consent. I plunge my tongue deep into her cunt and Oh Fuck she tastes so good. I circle her clit with my tongue then suck it in. Gently at first then harder, then I grab it with my teeth and she jumps and moans just like you do.

 

As I’m fucking her with my tongue I look up and watch the two of you play with each others breasts and it’s the sexiest thing I have ever seen. You pinching and rolling her nipples and zoe sucking and nibbling on yours. You catch me staring, wink and motion for me to come to you. You smile down at zoe and ask if she wants me to fuck her. She says yes and I nudge my cock against her cunt. She’s so wet, Baby…we’ve got her so turned on. I slide in easily and hold it there just like I do when I first enter you. I hold still and feel her muscles massage me.

 

Do you like that visual, Baby? My cock buried deep inside zoe, your hands on her breasts, her lips on your breasts, my hand in your hair, pulling you in close to me…kissing you…loving you…Do you like that, Baby?

 

♀ & sss

 This was in my inbox today and I thought I’d post it. With permission from C, of course…

 You know the famous sonnet by Elizabeth Barrett Browning?  “How do I love thee?”  Several years ago I profaned it up a bit.   I did it for a chuckle, but I was actually kinda pleased about how it turned out.  My apologies if you are a fan of Ms. Browning’s work.  

The original:

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

MY version:
 
 How do I fuck you? Let me count the ways.
 I fuck you to the depth and width and height
 My legs can reach, the feeling out of sight
 As we move in a dance of ideal grace.
 I fuck you to the level of everyday’s
 Most urgent need, by sun and candle-light.
 I fuck you freely, as we strive for delight;
 I fuck you purely, on my hands and my knees.
 I fuck you with my passion put to use
 To please you, and bring us both release.
 I fuck you with a love that seems to grow
 With every passing day, — I fuck you with my life,
 Smiles, tears, every breath! — and, already you know,
 I shall love you forever, as your wife.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was the temptress O who led me down the garden path and turned me into an antholagniac.  I was innocently discussing art with  O (how many others has she led astray?) and she told me about Georgia O’Keefee. She said that many of her flower paintings were ‘very vulval’ .  When I was looking at the paintings, I was reminded of  Jackie Adshead’s Queynte paintings (we’re still patiently waiting for ours) and that led to, “Hey, that Symphony Amaryllis looks good enough to fuck!”

 

♀ was both fluffer and photographer for these pics. She was teasing me about being hung like a hummingbird or maybe a bumblebee. We sissies like to be teased about our wee dicks. Anyway, when she called me a a fucking flower fucker, we started laughing so hard I had trouble keeping wood.

 

 HHNT

 

♀ & sss

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #157? Submit a link to your best post of the week by emailing me directly at radicalvixenatgmaildotcom Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
Mouth Music
“Can you feel the heat of my lips taunting you yet?”

4 a.m.
“My mouth craves skin and I dip my head to her shoulder.”

Wanting
“I want my whisper in your ear to make you shiver”

Sugasm Editor
Sex Work And Honesty: Being Too Honest

Editor’s Choice
To Richard, A Dedication. Confession #205

More Sugasm
Join the Sugasm

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Erotic Writing and Experiences
Body like a battleaxe
The Fantasy of Infidelity
Hollywood-The Diva Bull Who Hated Condoms
The Making of a Stripper With Benefits
Sex In A Bar Fantasy
Touch
Unbidden Fantasies
Yearning
Your Smug Grin

Sex News, Reviews, & Interviews
Fetish Interview with Mistress160
Immagini di un convento — Sexually Active Nuns
Top Five Tuesday: Our Favorites of 2008!

Sexual Poetry
When I think of her eyes…

BDSM & Fetish
A day in the life…
Donald D.U.C.K.
Energy Independence
Flip the switch, and make it burn…
His piss slut
Pre-Christmas Adventure
Seaside Vacation Spanking with a Switch
Seven In One Day
Short Sweet Visciousness

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Merry Christmas

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
But You Don’t LOOK Gay!
Dirty Boy
Interracial Depth
The Perverted Negress: Origins
This is Your Brain, on Masturbation [podcasturbation]
What Does a Big Penis Feel Like to a Woman?

♀ & I live on the Canadian west coast or as it’s often referred to, the ’wet’ coast. It rains here and during the winter it rains here a lot. Picture rain of biblical proportions. Seriously, 40 days and 40 nights is not that unusual. However, I don’t mind the rain and let me tell you why. You never need to shovel it. I grew up 400km inland and winter there means snow and cold and frozen pipes and icicles big enough to pull off eaves troughs. Do you remember an Agatha Christie novel where a huge icicle was the murder weapon? Anyway, in the 25 years I’ve lived on the coast I’ve never bought snow tires. Most winters there are only a few ‘snow days’ and all season tires are just fine. There have even been a few wonderful winters where I didn’t see a single snowflake.

 

We had a show shovel when we lived in the townhouse, but I in my infinite wisdom, decided we should leave it for the pretty young woman who was buying our house. What possible reason, I asked ♀ when she said we should take the shovel,  would we need a snow shovel on the 2nd floor of an apartment building? Sure we only have one underground parking stall, but I was certain we would find someone in the building willing to rent us a second stall.

 

We are now well into our 4th week of snow and I know that none of you who deal with snowy winters every year will have any sympathy at all, but this hasn’t been a lot of fun. We haven’t been able to procure a second underground parking stall and even though my Mini (Cooper that is) is just fine on slippery roads, it’s very low to the ground and if I park on the street and a snowplow comes along…I’m knackered. On Boxing Day we managed to get both our cars stuck and because I’d given our snow shovel away and none of the stores that were open and within walking distance had any, we had to resort to digging her car out with a plastic dust pan. Oh sure, I hear you laughing.

 

One of the worst thing about 4 weeks of snow is that there are a lot of people here that don’t know how to drive in it. They either drive waaaay to slow or they don’t slow down at all.  I saw a Hummer in the ditch yesterday and yeah, I laughed…actually I honked my horn and waved. The thing is, if there’s only a few ‘snow days’ a certain percentage of the truly awful drivers just don’t drive, but now they’re all out on the roads and it’s scary. The other crappy thing is, when it stops snowing we’re still in for another 3 months of rain and when it starts the storm drains will be blocked with ice and snow and boy-oh-boy it’s going to be messy.

 

So after digging her car out with a plastic dust pan…quit laughing, it’s not that funny, ♀ found a snow shovel. A $30 snow shovel! You would think that after spending that much money on a shovel, we wouldn’t see another snowflake…ever!  But no, it’s snowed quite a bit since then. We haven’t need to use it to dig a car out yet. However, we’ve needed to use it on our deck. Even though it’s covered, the wind blows the snow in and when it melts it could damage the unit below us.

 

So do you want to see what a $30 dollar snow shovel looks like?

cheers,

♀ & sss

So, ♀ has decided we must win this contest…

 

Yeah, I know I posted this a couple of months ago , but I don’t think very many people saw it and I think it’s hot. Besides that I’m working on a couple of stories for submission and I thought I should put something up on our sexy new site…

The move was a challenge, but ♀ is amazingly well organized and things unfolded pretty much as they were supposed to. Saturday was moving day and by Wednesday morning there wasn’t a cardboard box left in our nice new condo. Our storage locker down the hall is stuffed full of boxes and we haven’t hung anything up on the walls yet, but it’s starting to feel like home.

There were a couple of glitches on moving day. The guys delivering the new living room furniture decided there was no way in hell our new couch was going to fit in the elevator and they needed to be persuaded. It might be hard to imagine a sissy getting tough with a couple of burly movers, but I can turn it on if I really need to.

The other bit of excitement happened at the very end of the day. I’d only had about three hours sleep from when I got home from work Saturday morning and when the movers arrived and ♀ hadn’t had much more then that so by 10 pm we’d had enough. We decided we’d sleep better if we had a quick shower first (obviously our first in our new home). I was all soaped up and her hair was full of shampoo when the top half of the shower head popped off and landed on the bridge of her nose. She was between me and the tap and was bent over swearing a blue streak and there was water spraying everywhere…and yeah…exciting stuff.

The second night went way much better. We got lots of unpacking done and she even cooked a lovely roast dinner. It was the first time in almost a month that we’d had a home cooked meal that was actually cooked in our own home. It was so nice. After dinner she decided she wanted to have a bubble bath (there’s a very nice deep soaker tub in the ensuite. So I got it all ready for her; candles, soft music, a glass of red wine….the works.

I washed her back and filed her feet and marvelled at how it’ll be 7 years this month and I am still so madly in love with her. I wasn’t going to get in the tub with her, but she persuaded me and of course I was glad I did. Her skin was soft and silky from the bubble bath and she looked amazing in the candle light. We took turns using the wash cloth to drizzle warm water on each other. We kissed and touched and worked each other into a fine lather.

Once we were out of the tub though she wanted to slow things down a bit. I brushed and braided her hair then shaved her pussy. I must admit it was hard to concentrate because I could smell how horny she was, but a mistake down there with a razor would have been unforgivable and there was no blood shed.

Once I was done I had to give it the tongue test because that’s the best way to find any missed hairs and of course that led to things heating up again quite quickly. But after only a few short minutes she pushed my head away and said she was thirsty. She keeps a bottle of water on her night-stand and rolled over to get it. After a good long drink she backed up towards me (she was on all fours). I started licking her pussy again, but she had other ideas.

“Kiss my ass, Baby.” I didn’t need to be told twice. I spread her cheeks apart and started kissing and licking and it didn’t take long for my tongue to be as deep into her rosebud as I could get it. She started rocking back and forth against me. “That’s it, Baby, tongue-fuck my horny little ass!”

Don’tchya just love it when spontaneous stuff like that happens? We were both so tuned on. It was amazing. She rolled over on her back and put a pillow underneath her hips. “Do you want to fuck me now?”

“Oh gawd, yes!” The head of my cock was shiny with precum.

“What hole do you want, Baby?” Her legs were pulled up against her chest and she wiggled at me.

“Your ass. I need to fuck your ass.”

She reached up and twisted one of my nipples so hard I thought I might come right there. “Beg me for it, Bitch.”

I moved up close to her so my cock rubbed against her clit and I whisped in her ear, “Please Mommy. Please let me fuck your tight little ass-hole.”

“Do you really think you deserve it? I only let good little boys fuck that hole.”

“Probably not Mommy, but I’ll try to be better and it’s been so long since you let me go there. Please oh please let me have your ass.”

“Well…OK. It’s not like that little pencil dick of yours is going to stretch me out to bad. Pass me my glass dildo, I want to at least feel like I have something inside me. She slowly started to fuck her cunt with the glass toy while I lubed her ass. Once I had two fingers inside of her she said, “OK now Bitch, now you can come and fuck Mommy’s tight little ass.”

Oh fuck I love that feeling when I pop inside of her. It’s so different then her mouth or cunt. Of course I love being there as well. It’s just that this doesn’t happen very often and we were so connected and turned on and fuck yeah it was hott. She twisted the toy around so I could feel it rubbing against my cock and I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. “You like that don’t you Bitch? You like feeling another guys cock rubbing against yours, don’t you? One day I’m going to let you have that for real. You’d love to see me stuffed full of cock wouldn’t you? Maybe I’d invite another guy so I could have a cock in my mouth as well.”

That visual pushed me to the brink. “Oh Mommy I’m there. Please my I come in your ass!!”

“MMMM yes Baby. Fill my ass with all that sweet hot cum. That’s it Baby.”

It felt like I came buckets. I pumped stream after stream deep inside of her and when I slipped out I watched as a little trail of white oozed out of her ass. She twisted the toy around so it was hitting her G-spot and she kept playing with her clit. “Eat me Baby.”

Her inner thighs were covered with pussy juice and I eagerly started licking. She let go of the toy and slapped me hard across the face, “Not there, Bitch. Eat my ass out!”

“Oh no Mommy. Please not that.”

She slapped me again. “You do as you’re told, Bitch. Eat that cum out of my ass!”

I did as I was told. I kissed and licked and pushed my tongue as deep as it would go inside her freshly fucked ass as she kept fucking her cunt with the big glass toy and working her clitty. “Keep eating your cum out of my ass you dirty little boy. You’re a filthy little ass licking cum sucking bitch, aren’t you? AREN’T YOU???!!!”

She was screaming at me as wave upon wave rolled through her body and I kept eating as her juices poured out of her cunt and ran down to her ass and mixed with my juices and fuck yeah it was hot.

I wonder if any of our new neighbours could hear us?

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