That was a delicious dinner Princess. You can get me another glass of wine before you clean up the kitchen.

 

Take off your pants. I want to watch you in your pretty knickers while you fold the laundry.

 

No, you’re not getting sex tonight, but you can let my sweater puppies out before you file and massage my feet.

 

Do you want to nurse, Baby? You don’t need a towel; just keep your panties on.

 

That’s it…rub yourself against the couch while you drink Mommy’s milk. Maybe I’ll let you do this the next time I’m with my lover…if you’re a good boy.

 

I’m still looking for a man for you to fluff. You’re going to be a good little cock-sucker, aren’t you Princess?

 

You know that eventually I’m going to expect my sissy to do more than suck cock, right?

 

Don’t worry, the first time I’ll hold you just like this. You can nurse and I’ll stroke your back and help you relax while he enters you.

 

Maybe he’ll let you call him ‘Daddy’. Would you like that Princess? Nursing on Mommy’s breast while Daddy takes your chocolate-cherry.

 

After that you can be a pretty-little fuck-toy for my lovers…a perfectly complete sissy.

 

Just picture it Baby…I can be out with one man while you service another.

 

That’s it…fill those pretty panties with your cream.

 

Sit up and let me see. Oh look, you spilled some on the couch. Lick it all up, Sissy.

 

You’d better get used to the taste. I have a feeling you’ll be drinking a lot of it soon.

 

You can get dressed for work now Princess, but leave those wet panties on…as a reminder of what’s to come.

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

I found this at bendoverboyfriend and all I can say is ‘Yes please!’

 

 

Another very effective milking technique to drive a man insane with desire.  You just have to be careful that you never, ever touch the head of his penis.  It’ll be extremely sensitive, and if you touch it, he’s likely to instantly explode with orgasm. You can grab hold of the shaft of his penis, and even stroke it a bit, just don’t touch the head or anywhere near it.  If a man has a small penis, like my hubby’s, it might mean that you don’t touch his penis at all.

 

The idea is to not let him cum, and prolong the session.  Drag it out.  Take your time.  Relish in his frustration, his desperate pleas, and erotic suffering.  You just slowly massage his prostate with your finger… you kind of flick your finger up like you’re saying “come here”, or you can use a special dildo called an Andros that has a special curve and a knob on the end that is designed to hit his prostate just right… and do it until his penis starts leaking semen. 

 

That’s how you milk his balls.  Once his penis starts leaking… and it will typically leak out slowly in small drips and dribbles… you just keep milking him like that until it empties his balls.  Typically it might take 20-30 minutes.  You’ll be amazed at how much cum leaks out.  It’s kinda freaky.

 

With enough experience… and a little technique and patience… you can actually “milk him” by fucking him with a strap-on.  The best strap-on to use for this purpose is a medium size one that has a bit of a curve to it and has a big head but has a thinner shaft behind the head so the head stays in his ass and hits his prostate while you fuck him with it. 

 

I’ve learned how to milk my hubby’s balls quite effectively this way.  But it took a while to get the technique just right. Now, after a good strap-on session, there’s usually a large wet puddle of sticky goo underneath him where it’s all leaked out. 

 

But strangely, he doesn’t really cum that way, it’s not like a real orgasm where he spurts his cum all over.  To hear him describe it, and from what I’ve read about it, it’s not really sexually pleasurable for a man.  It’s more frustrating than pleasurable.  Like intensely frustrating.  My hubby describes it as getting close to cumming… getting close… getting close… getting really close… and then “OH FUCK!”… not being able to cum. 

 

All of which, of course, keeps him on edge and wanting to please me.  You should see how anxious he is to lick out my cunt after a good strap-on session.  Like he’s never tasted pussy before, and can’t get enough. 

 

Believe me, when he’s in that “zone”, he’ll pretty much do anything for you, especially if you give him the idea that you’ll let him cum if he does.  That’s usually when I like to tease my hubby about some of my wilder fantasies. 

 

 

“Are you gonna suck a cock for me someday, sweetie?”

“Uhhhhh… ummmm… what?”

“I’m sorry.  Did you wanna cum tonight, sweetie?”

“Yes!”

“So… are you gonna suck a cock for me someday?”

“You really want me to do that?”

“Yes, I do.”

“If that’s what you want…”

“It is what I want. So are you gonna do it for me someday?”

“Yes.”

“Mmmmm… that’s a good PussyBoy.”

“I want to be a good PussyBoy for you.”

“I know you do, sweetie.  And I’m so proud of you.  Are you gonna suck a nice big black cock for me someday, and let him cum in your mouth?”

Hesitation.  Then “yes ma’am, if that’s what you want me to do.”

“Even if he cums a lot?”

“I’ll try, if that’s what you want me to do.”

“It is what I want you to do, sweetie.  I want you to feel what it’s like to suck cock.  To taste it.  To feel the heat of the meat in your mouth.  Are you going to swallow all the cum, like a good PussyBoy, or are you going to let it drip on the carpet?”

“I’ll swallow it all.”

“Do you know what will happen if you let any of it drip on the carpet?”

Hesitation.  “Yes.  I won’t let it drip.  I promise.”

“That’s a good boy.  Will you thank him afterwards, for letting you suck his big cock.”

“Yes.”

“Will you tell him how good it tasted, and how much you liked it?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to suck black dick for me, whenever I want you to?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Will you suck Johnny’s cock for me?”

“Yes.”

“Will you suck it and get it hard so he can fuck me with it?”

“Yes.”

“The next time I’m out of town, and Johnny wants a blowjob, are you going to suck it for him?”

“You don’t really want me to do that, do you?”

“Of course I do.  I want him to turn you into a little cocksucker.  I think you’d be good at it.”

“Oh God… can I please cum?”

“I don’t know, that depends.  Are you going to suck Johnny’s cock and let him treat you like a bitch?”

“Yes.  If that’s what you want me to do. Can I just please cum?  Please?  I’ll do anything for you.”

“I know you will, sweetie.  I know you will.  You’re such a good little PussyBoy, aren’t you.”

“I try to be, for you.”

“Is it OK if I tell Johnny how much you like getting fucked in the ass?”

 

sss

…teach me to be a cock-sucking slut,

 

 

just like you.

 

sss

This is the picture that’s been on our desktop for the past week…

 

 

Then a couple of days ago one of my favourite Tumblr-bloggers, Glitter Muff, featured the same picture on her site. I’m a huge fan of erotic flash-fiction and her skillage in the genre is amazing.

 

Considering that cuckolding has been very much on our minds lately, it’s not surprising that I saw something different than Muffy did. When I looked at this picture I saw a wedding night.

 

The woman is an ethical slut. She enjoys the company of a great many people. She’s not at all embarrassed by her lifestyle choice and is upfront about it with all those she plays with. The man watching was one of her lovers. He became smitten and tried to woo her. She thought he was sweet and enjoyed the time she spent with him, but had no interest in being wooed. He lavished gifts on her and pleaded with her to marry him.  He’s intelligent, funny, wealthy and a wonderful lover, but she knows herself and monogamy is simply not an option. He is not deterred.

 

Finally, she tells him what it would take to marry him. She gets to continue to fuck who she wants, when she wants and where she wants…including in their bed. He, on the other hand, will only be allowed to have sex with her. She gets to decide who the best man will be and she gets to fuck him on their wedding night while the groom watches.

 

He agrees to all her conditions. He doesn’t actually meet his best-man until the wedding rehearsal. Explaining to his mother why this man, who no one seems to know, is her sons best man is awkward. 

 

Speaking of cuckold weddings…

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

Mini was over here last week and ♀ was having a cup of chai tea (not to be confused with ‘tai chi’). He said it smelled nice and asked if he could have a cup. When I brought it to him, he inhaled deeply and said with a contended sigh, “it smells like Christmas”.

 

We went to the kids house for dinner last night and they had a real tree decorated in their living room (‘real’ as in once was living). The first thing ♀ said when we walked into the room (even before lovin’s for the grand-baby) was, “it smells like Christmas in here”.

 

I think my ‘Christmas smell’ happens much later. After the gifts and the visiting and the drinking and the laughs and/or tears and the big dinner and good, bad or indifferent the main event is over and everyone has gone to sleep, I take the turkey carcass and the bag of greens I’ve been saving in the freezer and an onion, and some garlic, pepper-corns, a few bay leaves and I make stock. It cooks for hours and I love how it makes the house smell.

 

Why am I mentioning this now? Well, the first of three (yes 3!) turkeys that will be cooked here in the next 10 days, is at this very moment (5:40 in the A of M) roasting in our oven. If you ask her, ♀ will have a very good reason for why we are cooking 3 turkeys and why the first of these needed to be in the oven at 2:30 this morning, but right now my big concern is what the hell will I do with all that stock?!

 

What about you? Is there a smell you associate with Christmas?  Maybe mincemeat or gingerbread…

 

 

I don’t suppose you’d be surprised to hear that we’ve pillow-talked the non-gingerbread version of this scenario.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

Narrated by Okusan Bitch

Transcribed by sss

 

You & I are sitting on a leather couch at the Lounge. I am wearing a leopard print bra and panty set.  You are wearing that cute blue and white baby-doll with the matching knickers. A man sits down on the other side of me. He is wearing a black leather vest, held closed with two nipple clamps on a thin silver chain. He has on a loin cloth like I imagine a cave man would wear. This man is a stranger to me, but he has a nice smile. He is not fat or overly muscular, but he is a large man. He seems to occupy a lot of space. His clear blue eyes never leave mine when he introduces himself and I get butterflies in my tummy.

 

He tells me I have nice breasts and asks if  he can touch them. Of course I say yes and when he takes one of them in his hand it looks small! This surprises me. My breasts have never looked small. They almost disappear in his grasp when he squeezes them with both hands and my nipples stiffen against the roughness of his palms. He takes one breast in each hand, puts his face in between and gives them a whisker rub.

 

When Whiskers kisses me he is firm and confident.  Being married to a sissy has many advantages, but ‘manly’ kisses are not one of them. I like how Whiskers kisses me and the way our tongues tango.

 

No sooner have you removed my panties then Whiskers hand is there; stroking my lips, spreading my wetness, tapping at my entrance. I look  and see you kneeling between his legs. You have removed his loin cloth. His semi-erect cock lies against his inner thigh and you are staring at it. We have often talked about this moment of truth. Would you really be able to take another mans cock in your mouth? I do not want the connection with this man to be broken, but I silently implore you to do this for me. You place your hands on his thighs and Whiskers slips one thick finger inside of me. I hold my breath as you lean forward and tentatively lick the tip of  his cock. Whiskers thumb starts to circle my clit. Your hands stay planted firmly on Whiskers thighs as you lick your first penis. Up and down you lick the underside of his cock. You flick his bulbous crown with your tongue and he begins to thicken and thicken and thicken. Whiskers cock appears to be about the same length as yours, but it is the girth that has me spellbound. I have never seen a cock so thick and I wonder how or even if I will be able to accommodate him.

 

A single drop of pre-cum appears and you carefully remove it with the tip of your tongue. Whiskers lifts me onto his lap. He kisses me while you arrange our naughty bits. You slide the head of his cock back and forth across my clit, preparing me for the descent. I think perhaps this is just as well. Left to my own devices, I may have chickened out or, more likely, tried to impale myself upon this massive tool and split myself in half.

 

Once the tip of his cock is inside me you keep one hand on the small of my back and the other hand greases the pole. With your guidance I  bob up and ever so slowly down. Whiskers keeps still and silent. I moan and my pussy groans in protest, but I am determined to engulf this mammoth cock. I am unable to kiss. I can barely feel the hands upon me. All sensation is focused on my cunt as I am stretched wider and wider.

 

I know that I am at the base of his shaft when Whiskers sighs and you whisper, “wow”. I am stretched so wide that I am unable to squeeze his cock with my cunt muscles. I do not want to lift myself to far up for fear that I will not be able to get back down or worse, that I will pop off the top like a cork out of a champagne bottle. All I can do is rock back and forth while Whiskers gently thrusts.

 

I am vaguely aware that there are people watching us. I look and you are beside us on the couch.  A man is standing in front of you. I do not know if you have summoned this man or he is there of his own accord. I do not look up at this man and all I see of him is his erect penis. It is very long and very thin and has a sharp hook towards his flat stomach. This time you do not hesitate. You grab the Thin Man’s ass, pull him towards you and take his cock into your mouth. I am very pleased that you have taken to cock sucking so readily. You try and take in more of him, but with that hook at the end it looks like it would be more likely to pop out your nose than go down your throat.

 

The thin man steps behind me.  You spread my ass cheeks apart and apply cold lube to my tight brown button. Whiskers & I stay still while the Thin Man enters me with one, very long continuous push. Who ever wrote the limerick, ‘long and thin slips right in, but doesn’t please the ladies’ did not know what I know. My mind turns to mush as these two men find a rhythm and proceed to fuck me senseless.

 

The Thin Man whispers filth into my ear while Whiskers squeezes my tits and bites my nipples. I look over to see if you are enjoying the show and you are standing on the couch beside us. You have one knee behind Whiskers head and for the first time since we  joined the Lounge your cock is fully erect.

 

I am more familiar with this cock than any I have ever known. This cock has given me untold pleasures. I truly love this cock above all others. I want to inhale it, devour it, swallow it whole. I take it into my mouth. You grab the back of my head and start to thrust. Your balls slap against my chin as you fuck my throat.

 

The destruction is complete.  I am slut. I am whore. I am nothing but lizard-brain and fuck-holes. The three of you move as one; harder, faster. I feel you thicken and lengthen inside of me. In my minds eye all three cocks are straining towards the very centre of my being. I can see them getting closer and closer to each other and when the tips of all three cocks finally touch, they explode. They fill me up. They tear me down. I try to scream, but I am dumb. The roar of men deafens me. The explosion of colour blinds me. Like the Phoenix I burst into flames and then I am reborn.

 

 

Hugs,

♀

The fantasy that drives ♀ absolutely wild these days is forcing me to have sex with another man. Not just giving head to get him ready for her, but giving head and then bending over for him or making out with another submissive and fucking each other. If there’s trash talk going on in our bedroom, those sorts of scenarios are pretty much guaranteed to get her off.

 

I’m not quite sure how I feel about that. It wouldn’t be fair to say, ‘let’s expand our horizons… this is my fantasy…your boundaries need to be pushed.’ Without it working the other way as well. I’d love to see ♀ with another woman. I think she’s open to the idea and  if the time and place and woman were all right,  she would really enjoy the experience. A few years ago her attitude was more along the line of  ‘if it ever happened it would be for your entertainment’. But even back then she enjoyed going to see the strippers…pointed out attractive women…she could see the beauty in the female form.

 

I don’t think I’ve ever looked at a man and thought ‘yummy’. The closest I come is thinking ‘oh ♀ would like him.’ So, like ♀ a few years ago, my attitude is  ’if it happens it would be for her entertainment.’  It just occurred to me that maybe that’s part of the excitement of  it…forcing me to do something that’s entirely for her amusement?

 

But…. I love eating my cum out of her freshly fucked pussy. I love licking her juices off of dildos. When she puts on her harness I try my damnedest to take her strap-on all the way down my throat before bending over for her. Trash talk that involves me going down on a man to get him ready for her or licking her juices off of  him or licking them both clean afterwards (in reality we’d use condoms) or feeling another mans cock rub against mine while we’re both inside of  her are a huge turn-on. So maybe I’m being close-minded about being with a man…

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

We went to another Exploratorium last night…the first in the new location (now with a functioning washroom). Before I tell you about all the activities WE tried, I’ve gotta say Jennifer cleans up nicely! The first few times we met her she was preggers, then just a few weeks after she’d delivered the Pickle and the last time we saw her she was hooked up to a pump. Last night she was wearing a very nice low-cut dress and sexy shoes and she looked rested and she looked great.

 

The first thing I did (in my new pink panties) was to get tied up by a Pleasure Artist.  He had ♀ do the last few knots and once I was all trussed up she took great delight in tickling and pinching me. She also encouraged anyone else to come and do the same. Later when I was untied, ♀ said she was getting concerned because my hands were turning blue, but I didn’t mind being tied up like that and being tormented by ♀ wasn’t so bad either.

 

Next we did a couples yoga session. That was a really big eye-opener. First she did an assessment of both of us and it turns out ♀ is really quite flexible and just needs to work on maintenance. I on the other hand have serious flexibility/mobility issues that will only get worse and could lead to big problems if I don’t address them soon. She recommended twice weekly yoga for me.  ♀ & I were thinking that might be something fun to do together. Next we were introduced to 3 sexual positions we hadn’t tried before. Watching yoga can be sexy, but I had no idea it could be sexy for us, if you know what I mean. We tried one of the positions when we got home. ♀ was on her side with one leg pulled up, I knelt behind her and straddled the other leg. Either entrance was accessible (I chose pussy) she could touch her clit and we had a visual connection. I don’t think we had the position quite right, but I’m sure we’ll try it again. The one I’m really looking forward to trying is she sits in a lotus position, I sit on her feet and she can give me a blow-job and finger fuck my ass. Gets me excited just thinking about it.

 

After that we tried silk scarf bondage. ♀ went first and I must admit that I was amazed that she tried it. She won’t even let me use the little velcro cuffs in our bedroom. Being restricted, giving up control is…difficult for her. The guy doing it was really nice and talked to her constantly while he was tying her and she really liked the feel of the silk. She also, admitted that even though she couldn’t escape she could still move her hands a bit in the scarves so it wasn’t as scary.  Her hands were tied behind her back and then he tied two more around her…just above and below her breasts. They sure looked yummy. I got tied-up after and it was a totally different sensation than the ropes (the silk really does feel nice) I could picture us doing that at home. I can’t see us ever trying the ropes at home.

 

It was ♀ who wanted to try caning next. I’ve spanked her with my hand and used a small flogger on her a couple of times with mixed results so I never would have guessed that was something she’d want to try. OK, it wasn’t so much the caning that got her to get completely naked on his bench, it was that she was very attracted to the man doing the caning. In fact we had only been at the Lounge for about 15 minutes and she had him fondling her breasts with a hand-held vibrator. The canes he used were not what I had pictured at all.  These were strands of ‘cane’ tied together at a handle. He made them himself and each one had a different size of cane in it. I tried to find pictures on-line, but haven’t been able to find any. Imagine floggers with different thicknesses of falls, but instead of leather, these were cane.  He started out with really thin ones and before he moved up to thicker ones, he’d sprinkle some powder on her and rub it in with his hands. It was so sexy watching him caress her back, ass, hips thighs, legs. We’ve talked lots about what might translate well from fantasy to reality…I’m pretty sure I would have enjoyed watching that go further.

Her back was a nice rosy-red when she was done and she was just so amazed at how relaxing it was. She really enjoyed it. I went next and the sensation was different than when I got flogged, but what was going on in my head was kinda the same…going to a different place sort of…it’s hard to explain. Honestly, what I enjoyed the most about it was how musical it was. He really got a rhythm going and it was almost hypnotic.

 

One of the things that has caused us trouble at the Lounge is when ♀ feels like I’m not listening to her. I get caught up in the moment and I think I’m just being encouraging and she takes it as being pressured. She knows that there’s a fine line between the two and that depending on mood and circumstances that line moves so unless I’m being especially pig-headed she doesn’t get really pissed with me when I cross it, but still, it’s a challenge. There were two examples of that last night with two different results…

 

There was a mummification booth set up and we’d watched several women get wrapped in shrink-wrap then tickled and flogged and spanked. Of all the things we didn’t try, that was the one she watched the most. Even though I know being restricted like that would be a challenge for her I sort of thought she might be coaxed. Then the guy who was helping Jennifer came by and suggested we try getting done together. Neither of us had even thought of that possibility and I had the impression that she was leaning towards doing it. If she were to try, it would have been with me but she really didn’t want to and the combination of me saying ‘yeah lets’ and the other guy saying it would be fun…♀ felt like we were ganging up on her. Rather than stewing about it and letting it derail our evening, ♀ took me aside and told me she didn’t feel like I was listening to her and then we moved on.  That was a huge accomplishment for us.

 

Shortly after that Jennifer suggested we try the erotic kissing booth…as a couple (something we hadn’t considered). She reads our blog and knows playing with others is something we’ve often fantasized about, but… Jennifer said that until you try something you really don’t know. She told ♀ to set the boundaries…no kissing on the mouth for instance. She told her the Cheryl would be sure to listen and respect ♀ wishes. Sissy or not, I’m still a hetero male and I really wanted to see ♀ with a woman..funny, it never occurred to me that I’d be getting kissed. Anyway, ♀ of course knew my feelings on the subject, but she wasn’t so sure. We were fighting the clock a bit by this time. Should she, shouldn’t she? Finally, she said yes. The three of us sat of a couch with ♀ in the middle. It was a little awkward at first because ♀ couldn’t really say what her boundaries were. I was the one who said no kissing on the mouth and the way we were sitting made it clear ♀ was to be the centre of attention. Cheryl started off  kissing ♀ neck and nibbling on her ear. I did the same on the other side and started fondling her breasts. I found out later that my kisses and caresses were sort of over powering compared to what Cheryl was doing and I really was trying to be gentle. After a couple of minutes of that, ♀ lifted my chin up from between her breasts just in time for me to see ♀ turn her head and start kissing Cheryl on the mouth. That probably sounds like a really minor thing, but it was incredibly erotic to see and not something I will soon forget.

 

And then just like that, 3 hours were gone and it was time to go home. I could probably write another post just as long as this one telling you about all that we’ve talked about since leaving the Lounge, but it’s getting late and I need to make breaky for my sleeping Goddess and get my own sorry ass to bed.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

Just when I think the Writing Muse has left me forever, she comes back. But she’s a big tease. She gives me just enough inspiration to amuse the readers of somebody else’s blog.

 

I’ve been thinking about this post card from this weeks Post Secret

Do you think the deception really matters to either of them? Speaking as one who had many online relationships before I met ♀, I’d have to say as long as they both stay true to their character, than no, it doesn’t matter at all.

 

I must admit I don’t read Secrets of a Blue-Eyed Vixen every day (have you seen how big our blog-roll is?) so it is possible that she’s talked about cuckolding her hubby before and I missed it. I don’t think her hubby is quite as submissive as I am, but apparently the thought of being cuckolded has been a huge turn-on for him for a long time. Last week during a girls trip to Vegas, Vixen went from fantasy to reality. She writes about it here and here. What I found absolutely fascinating was her hubby’s comments on the posts. Whether it’s from the male or female point of view pretty much everything I’ve read about cuckolding has been fantasy,  like here at SSS, or very established cuckold relationships. It was so cool to read not only how Vixen felt about it, but also the internal conflict her hubby is having with it.

 

Speaking of internal conflicts, ♀ & I took another step towards getting more involved with the Libido Lounge.  We went to the Play Party Etiquette class on Sunday. Jennifer was amazing as always. I know I rave about her every time I mention her and if you know her, I’m preaching to the choir and if you don’t you’re probably saying ‘OK, we get it. she’s super-duper-awesome’.

 

Anyway, the class had tons and tonnes of information, ideas and suggestions. As with other visits to the Lounge, we stopped on the way home to debrief. We talked about what we learned, saw, felt, thought…

 

The class did what it was supposed to. There’s a couples only play party in a couple of weeks and we’re seriously thinking of attending. Before the class, we’d both said that was more than we were ready for. I think the apprehensions we still have are internal more than external. We both trust Jennifer and the people we’ve met so far have all been nice so we’re not really worried about being treated badly or being pressured to do things (or people) we don’t want to do.

 

One of the first things Jennifer said was to know your own boundaries, but ♀ pointed out that we’re still exploring so it’s really hard to say definitively this is in and that is out and in the heat of the moment when one or both of us are thinking with our little brains and not our big brains, it’s not hard to imagine things going sideways. We both know that experience will be the best teacher, but still, at this stage of our development it’s a little intimidating.

 

I know everyone reading this thinks I’m the one pushing to do more and more, but I have reservations as well. ♀ still has some body image issues, but seriously…long blond hair, big beautiful breasts, gorgeous hips, she’s approachable, has an infectious laugh..all she needs to do is wear something sexy and just be herself and even if she doesn’t actually play with anyone, the only way she wouldn’t have a good time would be if she was trying hard not to have a good time.

 

I, on the other hand…when we decided to join the lounge I told ♀ that I would be joining as a sissy. There really isn’t any point in going to events wearing one of my two pairs of boxers. We joined to meet like-minded people and to expand our horizons and ‘sissy’ is definitely a part of that. I believe her when Jennifer says shame and ridicule aren’t allowed in, but a middle-aged guy in a pink baby-doll is (I think) more than just a little outside the box and yeah, it’s a bit intimidating.

 

We’re leaning towards going to the next play party in a couple weeks. Stay tuned!

 

Cheers,

 

♀ & sss

 

 

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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