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

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,

♀