Did I mention being a tad disappointed about not having turkey for Christmas?  Well,  ♀ got tired of hearing me grumble about it and she bought a big bird for New Years Day.  After we’d had our final fuck of 2009 and toasted the new year with Kir Royale  and had our first fuck of the new decade and ♀ was soundly sleeping, I got up to start doing dinner prep. I peeled and chopped and diced and sliced (I also did some mincing, but we won’t talk about that right now) I made the Drunken Rice Pudding from our new cookbook , I set up morning coffee and after dinner espresso, stocked the fridge, took out the garbage and did all the dishes. So when ♀ woke up she could pour herself a cup-a-joe and start preparing  a holiday feast with all the trimmings minus about 3 hours of prep work.

 

 

 

I didn’t get up until our guests started to arrive; Junior and girl-friend, brother-in-law and girl-friend, my mom and step-dad and my nephew. The apartment smelled delicious and ♀ looked radiant. She’d managed to lose 3kg (6.6lbs) during December and was feeling very proud of herself. In a recent post I talked about it sometimes being difficult to incorporate the Dom/sub dynamic into real life, but if both people are on the same page, it can be done in subtle ways that other people don’t even notice. For instance, ♀ mentioned that I had done all the prep work while she slept the night before and instead of sitting around drinking beer with the rest of the guys, I was very involved with the final dinner preparation, serving and clean-up. It’s not the same as being trussed up in a girdle and stockings while I kiss her feet, but I think that would have made our guests uncomfortable.

 

 

 

All through dinner ♀ did things to ramp up the sexual tension. I had just finished hanging up coats and when I closed the closet door she was at the end of the hall with her skirt up showing me she wasn’t wearing panties.  While I was smashing the potatoes, she wiped a wet finger through my moustache so all I could smell was her pussy. She pushed me up against the counter and necked with me passionately then told me to take a glass of wine out to my mother. She tweaked my nipples then told me to take a beer out to her brother. She stood behind me while I tried to carve the turkey and ran her hands all over me sending chills through me and making my cock ache. Every time she had a chance to touch me she did and every time I looked her nipples were standing out through her top and bra just begging to be sucked. It was exquisite torture.

 

 

 

Finally, everyone except Junior and his gf had left and I was just about to take ♀ to bed when Junior mentioned that he’d rented Inglourious Basterds. He asked if I wanted to watch it with him. I had told him a few days before that I wanted to see it so I couldn’t really say no. I made espresso for ♀ and hoped she’d still be horny after the movie. No such luck. By the time Aldo Raine had finished carving the swastika into the Jew Hunters forehead, ♀ was done for the night. She was tired, was starting to get a headache and her shoulder was sore. She got ready for bed and asked me to cuddle with her for awhile.

 

 

 

As soon as we got comfortable she started kissing and pinching and tweaking…all the things she knows I’m unable to resist. I asked her to stop. She didn’t. I told her I’d much rather wait until morning when she could have a big O as well. Still she continued. I told her I was serious, I didn’t want to have sex just for me and I tried to move away. She grabbed hold of my now erect penis.

 

 

“There you go trying to top from the bottom again.  Who’s the boss here?”

 

“You are.”

 

“You say it, but you don’t always mean it. You can’t have it both ways, Princess. One of the conditions for you to be treated like a sissy is I get total control over your sexual pleasure, correct?”

 

“Yes, but…”

 

“No buts. I’m in charge, period. What you don’t seem to understand is I have several options available to me right now. I could take you to the very brink then kick your sorry ass out of bed. I could let you fuck me and that might get me excited then you could give me an orgasm. I could let you fuck me and not get excited and you’d feel like even less of a man knowing that once again your little pencil dick failed to arouse me.” (That made my cock twitch)

 

 

By this time I was on top of her and she told me to rub my cock against her clit. She can do this thing with her legs where she some how hooks them behind mine and locks me  in. She tightened and relaxed her legs to force me into a thrusting rhythm, but I was unable to move away. By then, of course, I didn’t want to move away.

 

 

After a few minutes of rubbing against her clit she said, “tell me something that is sexy.”

 

“You are sexy.”

 

“Be more specific.”

 

“Your breasts are sexy.”

 

“Why are they sexy?”

 

“I adore your curves. You are so feminine. The tops you wear that show off your cleavage make your breasts look so inviting.”

 

” Are you the only person that thinks so?”

 

“No. Many women and most men notice them. We can’t help it. It’s primal.”

 

“How does it make you feel when men stare at my cleavage?”

 

“Proud.”

 

“You like it when I show them off?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“What if a man wanted a closer look…would you let him?”

 

“Maybe.”

 

“What if I told you I thought he was handsome?”

 

“Than yes, I would. I’d invite him over. He’d stand close to you and look straight down your top.”

 

“What would he see?”

 

“Even more of your cleavage, the top of your lacy bra, your hard nipples poking through the fabric.”

 

“Does he like what he sees?”

 

“Yes, he has a hungry look in his eyes.”

 

“Will you let him have a better look?”

 

“Your erect nipples tell me you’re enjoying the attention and I remove your top.”

 

“What does he see?”

 

“Your pretty bra shows them off nicely, but he’s a real man and doesn’t really notice the bra. He knows for certain now that your breasts are real. He likes that.”

 

“Does he want to touch them?”

 

“Yes, very much. I tell him he can. He gently strokes the bare part of your breasts with his finger tips. Then he cups a breast in each hand. He squeezes them and pinches your nipples. I tell him that your nipples are very sensitive today and he needs to be gentle with them.”

 

“Is he surprised that you’re telling him how to fondle my breasts?”

 

“Not so much. He’s a little distracted. He’s getting bolder now and tells me to undo your bra. I comply and he pulls it off and tosses it on the floor.”

 

“What does he see?”

 

“The first thing he notices is your nipples and areolae are the identical rose colour. He’s obviously impressed. He touches both breasts gently with his fingers like he’s reading braille. He traces along the scars on the underside of your breasts, then circles your nipples so gently he barely touches them. I can feel you squirm. Then he grabs one breast with both hands right against your chest and squeezes hard. You gasp and he keeps squeezing. Your breast juts out like a torpedo and your nipple gets a little darker.”

 

 

At some point during this she had let my cock enter her pussy. Her legs had me locked in tight so I was unable to thrust my hips. She massaged my dick with her kegels while the dialogue continued…

 

 

“Does he want to put my nipple in his mouth?”

 

“Not only does he want to, but your nipple is almost screaming to be in his mouth. All I do is nod at him and he lifts your torpedoed breast to his mouth. He circles your nipple with his tongue a few times then sucks it into his mouth. I can see he’s sucking on it harder than I do and I’m just about to remind him about how sensitive they are when he lets go of your breast and the entire weight of it is being held with his teeth on your nipple. You moan, but he doesn’t let go. He smiles up at us and I can feel your legs start to quiver.”

 

“I think my other nipple is much to sensitive to be bitten that way.”

 

“He doesn’t seem to want to. After he releases your nipple, he continues to fondle and kiss your breasts, squeezing them together around his face. He’s still enjoying them, but something has changed. He’s distracted. He keeps looking up at us, like he wants to ask something, but he’s undecided if he should. We all know what he wants, but I want to hear him ask it.”

 

“If he asks, will you let him fuck my breasts?”

 

“He doesn’t so much ask. It’s more a statement. ‘I want to fuck your wife’s titties’. I lead you to a couch and kneel at one end of it. You lay down with your head in my lap and we watch as he pulls off his pants and boxers. He straddles you and rubs his semi-erect penis across your nipples. We watch as he starts to stroke himself between your breasts. After a couple of minutes he applies some lube to his cock and I squeeze your breasts together to give him more to fuck.”

“Is his cock long enough to poke out the top?”

 

“Your breasts are large so not at first, but eventually it seems to grow right out of your cleavage towards your mouth. I squeeze your breasts tight around his cock and soon you are able to lick his pre-cum off the tip of it.”

 

“Does holding my breasts together so another man can fuck them turn you on, Princess?”

 

 

To be honest, I’m pretty sure I came right about then, but was so caught up in the story I needed to finish it.

 

 

“Watching his cock slide between your breasts is the sexiest thing I have ever seen.”

 

“Where is your little pencil dick while all this is going on?”

 

“Resting against your cheek. If you turn your head in between his thrusts, you can take me into your mouth.”

 

“Two cocks pointed right at my face. I like that.”

 

“He comes without warning and he has lots for us. Most of it lands on your face, some of it is on my cock and he squeezes the last bit onto your nipples. The intensity pushes me over the edge and I grab my cock lubed with his cum and shoot my load on your face as well. Some of it drips down between your breasts and I squeeze the last bit onto your lips.”

 

“Do you like seeing my face covered in cum, Princess?”

 

“I’d never really thought of bukkake as especially erotic before, but seeing you like this is incredibly hot.”

 

“Will you kiss me like this?”

 

“With passion, Baby. With passion.”

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

 

btw: she rolled over and went to sleep after this.

 

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