Jacking-Off Log

[Olivia_Yearns]

Yesterday after catching up in the thread and reading the yaya posts, and between mech/RR/tortoise, I couldn't fucking take it anymore, despite the fact I was running late, I turned off the computer, grabbed my egg and started humping...

I was all throbby and open and creamy, I could feel my pulse in my pussy, it was achey and needy, GOD I FUCKING NEEDED IT.

I had thoughts of a girl soo horny and her daddy scolds her for being so, but holds her tight on his lap, softly stroking her hair and occasionally whispering in her ear. you little dirty bitch, you got horny again, didn't you?Oh GOD, my orgasm teetering, the fucking nerves in my clit surging, my breath ragged. "yeah, *grunt* yeah *grunt* yeahhhhhh you're making daddy's fuckpole hard, you dirty bitch OH GOD, fuckpole I say it over and over again, ohhh fuck, I cum from the word "fuckpole"

My O was like a freightrain

I love you, and your little egg too.

 

[naughtygirl69s]

FNA

I.....c an..t...breaaaaath......


shit

 

[tortoise]

[...] I cum from the word "fuckpole"

My O was like a freightrain

*growling, adjusting*

 

[naughtygirl69s]

I love you, and your little egg too.

*grope* *lick* *flirt*

 

[naughtygirl69s]

*growling, adjusting*

YOU

grrrr

 

[KravMaga]

KravMaga ~ I hope you will make a entry of your own.


workin' on it......

 

[tortoise]

Last night, I finally jacked to the inkwell fantasy. Well, I started there, but after the buildup of the past few days, my cock was too fucking snarling and impatient to linger on it too long. The fantasy fueled my fire, but my fire now demanded gasoline. My mind channel surfed between all the ways that I want to make her cum, over and over. My face buried in her, tongue lashing her clit mercilessly, my fingers fucking her tight little cunt. Having her straddle my face, teasing me with her pretty wet pussy, then lowering it to my hungry mouth, as I let her hold my cock, stare at it, see what licking her does to me, but not letting her suck it... not until she gets to the very edge, then reaching and pulling her head down, fucking up into her mouth as her climax crashes. Feeding her my cock as she fucks her cunt with her favorite toy, telling her I want to feel her cum with my cock stuffed in her mouth. Telling her to straddle my cock and use it for her pleasure, ride it, grind her taut clit against my pubic bone, my hands kneading her assflesh, growling for her to cum on my cock. Telling her that I'm going to make her cum until I'VE had my fill of her pleasure, and only then would I give her her reward. This time, I'm going to push her farther, deeper than she's ever gone. When she's positive that she can't take any more, I say, "I know you think you can't cum again, but you can. You will. Just one more, for me. I don't care if it takes all night. I'm starving for your pleasure, can never get enough, but I'm patient. Just feel. Just let it come, whenever you're ready. And it WILL. And after you've cum that one last time for me, then I'm going to mount you, take you hard from behind, fuck your spent little body, use it for MY pleasure, my little fucktoy, my damp rag doll, feed you the fucklust that you have fed to me all night long, return it to you, all of it, empty it in you, every last fucking drop of it, all for you." After that thought, my mind just lost it. I had been stroking steadily up until this point, concentrating on the visions, but now I fucked my slick fist with a vengeance, feeling her pussy clutching at me, still spasming from that one... last... orgasm, sucking at my cock, grasping, hungry for my seed. I came like a geyser, shudders wracking my entire body, almost convulsive, skin tingling almost painfully, as if needles pricked my flesh. It was cold in the room, but my chest had the slightest sheen of sweat from the primal intensity of the jack. As my seed splashed on my chest and neck, I was struck by the heat of it, almost searing against my chilled skin, splat after splat of pure molten fucklust.

 

[KravMaga]

Last night, I finally jacked to the inkwell fantasy. Well, I started there, but after the buildup of the past few days, my cock was too fucking snarling and impatient to linger on it too long. The fantasy fueled my fire, but my fire now demanded gasoline. My mind channel surfed between all the ways that I want to make her cum, over and over. My face buried in her, tongue lashing her clit mercilessly, my fingers fucking her tight little cunt. Having her straddle my face, teasing me with her pretty wet pussy, then lowering it to my hungry mouth, as I let her hold my cock, stare at it, see what licking her does to me, but not letting her suck it... not until she gets to the very edge, then reaching and pulling her head down, fucking up into her mouth as her climax crashes. Feeding her my cock as she fucks her cunt with her favorite toy, telling her I want to feel her cum with my cock stuffed in her mouth. Telling her to straddle my cock and use it for her pleasure, ride it, grind her taut clit against my pubic bone, my hands kneading her assflesh, growling for her to cum on my cock. Telling her that I'm going to make her cum until I'VE had my fill of her pleasure, and only then would I give her her reward. This time, I'm going to push her farther, deeper than she's ever gone. When she's positive that she can't take any more, I say, "I know you think you can't cum again, but you can. You will. Just one more, for me. I don't care if it takes all night. I'm starving for your pleasure, can never get enough, but I'm patient. Just feel. Just let it come, whenever you're ready. And it WILL. And after you've cum that one last time for me, then I'm going to mount you, take you hard from behind, fuck your spent little body, use it for MY pleasure, my little fucktoy, my damp rag doll, feed you the fucklust that you have fed to me all night long, return it to you, all of it, empty it in you, every last fucking drop of it, all for you." After that thought, my mind just lost it. I had been stroking steadily up until this point, concentrating on the visions, but now I fucked my slick fist with a vengeance, feeling her pussy clutching at me, still spasming from that one... last... orgasm, sucking at my cock, grasping, hungry for my seed. I came like a geyser, shudders wracking my entire body, almost convulsive, skin tingling almost painfully, as if needles pricked my flesh. It was cold in the room, but my chest had the slightest sheen of sweat from the primal intensity of the jack. As my seed splashed on my chest and neck, I was struck by the heat of it, almost searing against my chilled skin, splat after splat of pure molten fucklust.

I think I prefer your recipes....it may be the whole hetero thing......

 

[bridgeburner]

I have remedied the situation. Twice.

I'd been working leather this morning and my mind was wandering and eventually started ruminating over depravities as my mind is wont to do. I got the stain administered and then off to the bedroom I went to jack to the mental images of a young woman assaulted in the garden at a dinner party by two men. I O'd hard and took a breather for about five or ten minutes and then did it again. Not as good an O this time and I had to work for it a bit, but since it was the second one I was quite pleased.

Time to go wipe down the leather.

 

[tortoise]

I think I prefer your recipes....it may be the whole hetero thing......

Heh. No worries. I can take bad reviews. I had fun, that's all that matters.

You still owe me a foodgasm post about your David Bouley class. Don't think I've forgotten!

*mock stern look*

 

[rosco rathbone]

I needed to find a pic or vid of a guy touching or fingering a woman while doing something else: reading the paper, doing the dishes, whatever.

https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=327324

Third pic in post #11 has always been uber hot to me. You see the guy's Oing face. There's a lot more I could say about that. I've always been fascinated by the fact that I am more turned on by a view of a man's sexual experience-with the woman under the table, invisible-than by any depiction of a female in ecstasy.

"jacks are wild".....

I did my regular sleeping pill jack at about 4AM. Not especially joyful. My mind ran over a couple of things, but in the end I Oed to the idea of conjugal sex as it used to be practiced.

Then, on the morning train, reading last week's "alternative newspaper sex issue" out of sheer boredom, which I had put off reading because I knew it would contain the same boring articles that every alternative newspaper's "sex" issue always contains. The confessional from the ex-escort. The obligatory sop to queers. Etc. ANyhow, one of their annoying columnists, who writes a self-congratulatory weekly about her polyamorous, sex-positive adventures, had something about "refusing morning sex" and training her lovahs to just jack off when they wake up with boners instead of trying to stick them in her.

I reflected back on my recent jack; which had to do with rolling over on top of sleeping female, missionary position and sticking it in any old way, just as I pleased, regardless of protests, bad breath, or anything like that. THought I to myself, "someone ought to write an anti-column to serve as antidote to this balderdash. Young men nationwide, readers of alternative weeklys, are being spoon fed this egregious nonsense and coming to the conclusion that women call the shots."

 

[Marquis]

ANyhow, one of their annoying columnists, who writes a self-congratulatory weekly about her polyamorous, sex-positive adventures, had something about "refusing morning sex" and training her lovahs to just jack off when they wake up with boners instead of trying to stick them in her.

Lord almighty, are we that far gone?

 

[MechaBlade]

https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=327324

Thank you for this.

I've always been fascinated by the fact that I am more turned on by a view of a man's sexual experience-with the woman under the table, invisible-than by any depiction of a female in ecstasy.

Of course. Because, in the long run, their orgasms or lack thereof are rather unimportant.

Then, on the morning train, reading last week's "alternative newspaper sex issue" out of sheer boredom, which I had put off reading because I knew it would contain the same boring articles that every alternative newspaper's "sex" issue always contains. The confessional from the ex-escort. The obligatory sop to queers. Etc. ANyhow, one of their annoying columnists, who writes a self-congratulatory weekly about her polyamorous, sex-positive adventures, had something about "refusing morning sex" and training her lovahs to just jack off when they wake up with boners instead of trying to stick them in her.

In other news, I am a master googler:

I’ve never been a morning person, and sex is no exception.

Already I hate this bitch. Morning sex is the best sex going. And I am the anti-morning person.

Nowadays, I’m no longer bothered if my bedmate sneaks away to jerk off in the bathroom, nor do I care if he performs a little wake and shake while I slumber peacefully unaware at his side.

She doesn't deserve to have sex again.

Therapist and author Esther Perel claims in her book Mating in Captivity that spontaneous sex is a myth: “Spontaneity is a fabulous idea, but in an ongoing relationship whatever is going to ‘just happen’ already has. Now they have to make it happen. Committed sex is intentional sex.”

I also hate this take on relationships. You can't tell me that, even after a few years, I won't see my wife walking naked around the house one day and just grab her from behind and ravish her. If I don't have the urge to do that anymore, we might as well divorce.

I reflected back on my recent jack; which had to do with rolling over on top of sleeping female, missionary position and sticking it in any old way, just as I pleased, regardless of protests, bad breath, or anything like that. THought I to myself, "someone ought to write an anti-column to serve as antidote to this balderdash. Young men nationwide, readers of alternative weeklys, are being spoon fed this egregious nonsense and coming to the conclusion that women call the shots."

What can you do? If you write in saying that the man should have taken her anyway, held her down if he had to, you certainly can't sign your name to that letter.

 

[tortoise]

Therapist and author Esther Perel claims in her book Mating in Captivity that spontaneous sex is a myth: “Spontaneity is a fabulous idea, but in an ongoing relationship whatever is going to ‘just happen’ already has. Now they have to make it happen. Committed sex is intentional sex.”

Utter bollocks.

*striking Esther Perel from my "people to have sex with, ever" list*

 

[MechaBlade]

Favorite quote from that comic:

"You drive me crazy, Roland. I'm starting to think you don't have a clue about the pleasure of forcing a girl!" -Gerard when Roland fucks Val's pussy instead of her ass.

Ain't that the truth? We doms want other men to know the joy of forced sodomy, not understanding men that prefer pussy and consensual sex.

 

[rosco rathbone]

What can you do? If you write in saying that the man should have taken her anyway, held her down if he had to, you certainly can't sign your name to that letter.

Somebody has to be first, eh?

I don't think that "lack of spontenaity" or "bad scheduling" or anything like that is responsible for the lesbian bed death of our modern relationships. I'd be more inclined to blame attitudes such as are seen in that article.

Which is hotter: "mm, Saturday evening-our sex time. Let's get all relaxed, sweetie, have a glass of wine and break out the candles and scented massage oils".

or

"bitch, my dick is hard and I have to get up and go to work in 5 minutes. Roll over and take it."

???

 

[MechaBlade]

Utter bollocks.

*striking Esther Perel from my "people to have sex with, ever" list*

But she has a spot for you on Tuesday at 1:15 PM!

Scheduling sex is as ridiculous as scheduling masturbation.

Somebody has to be first, eh?

I don't think that "lack of spontenaity" or "bad scheduling" or anything like that is responsible for the lesbian bed death of our modern relationships. I'd be more inclined to blame attitudes such as are seen in that article.

Which is hotter: "mm, Saturday evening-our sex time. Let's get all relaxed, sweetie, have a glass of wine and break out the candles and scented massage oils".

or

"bitch, my dick is hard and I have to get up and go to work in 5 minutes. Roll over and take it."

???

Numero dos.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Numero dos.

And as you know----if No.2 is a strong part of a relationship, No.1 becomes pretty cool as well.

Not so the other way round, as I see it.

 

[Guest]

 

[tortoise]

Which is hotter: "mm, Saturday evening-our sex time. Let's get all relaxed, sweetie, have a glass of wine and break out the candles and scented massage oils".

or

"bitch, my dick is hard and I have to get up and go to work in 5 minutes. Roll over and take it."

???

B, obviously.

But, sometimes, I find it fun to make the romance perverse and the perverse romantic. Throatfuck on rosepetals.

"You got romance in my perversion! You got perversion in my romance!"

 

[tortoise]

And as you know----if No.2 is a strong part of a relationship, No.1 becomes pretty cool as well.

Not so the other way round, as I see it.

Absolutely. Nail on the head.

 

[KravMaga]

the testosterone in here is spine tingling, *(among other things) ... just sayin'. 1


*sits back to read*




1Not a bad thing.

for FNA.....

She stood with her back to the jets of warm water streaming over her shoulders, her hands bound to the sides of the shower to the hooks her Master had had installed for the express purpose of holding her immobile to his ministrations. Her ankles were spread wide, to the very edges of the shower stall, per his instruction. Her Master did not speak with words, but with his hands as they roamed over her, slicked with soap, sliding over her body in gentle caresses... she moaned softly under his tender ministrations, knowing that this man, who could be as gentle as a butterfly's wing could also be as harsh as the sting of a rubber cord flogger. That was only one of the many facets of her Master this slave enjoyed... his ability to take her mind from her... and make it his own.

His hands cupped her breasts, tweaking her nipples to hardness with his thumbs, flicking his fingernail over them. She breathed his name on a sigh, "Master..", pressing her ass back against his hardness. She heard his soft laughter in her ear as he took each nipple in his fingers and squeezed, harder and harder, wringing a gasp from her throat. Her head fell back against his shoulder as he continued his gentle assault on her senses, roaming down her quivering belly to her heated cunt, slipping a single finger to her clit, gently caressing. She moaned louder now, thrusting her hips against that finger. He moved against her, allowing her to feel his body sliding against hers, the shower raining down on both of them, tiny rivulets of sensation cascading over them both. His finger moved faster, carrying her to the cliffs of ecstasy, holding her there at the edge. She could feel his fingers tugging and pulling on her nipples, that exquisite mingled pain and pleasure pushing her closer to the edge... "Please, Master... oh, god, please, may I cum?" she begged desperately for release.

"No, misha, soon..." was his whispered response, as he stepped up the intensity of his fingers on her clit, working it between them roughly. She felt herself sliding, trapped between the demands of her body and the command of her Master. Small whimpers and moans escaped her throat, as she felt him pushing her, testing her resolve to him. He moved to her side, caressing one hand over her ass, wet and warm... His. He spanked her roughly, over and over again, until her ass was glowing... the hot water streaming over it, making it burn, never taking those fingers from her clit.

He took her tortured gasps and moans into him, taking her pleasure and pain into him. When she sagged against the wall, gasping her pleas to be allowed to cum, he pulled her head back by her hair. "You will not cum until I allow it, misha. I own you. I own your pleasure. Do you deny it?"

She shook her head emphatically... "No, Master!" He removed her wrists from her bonds, turning her to face the spray of the shower. The soap sluiced from her body, his hands on her everywhere, her breasts, nipples, her steaming cunt, her cherry red ass.. warmed by his hands. When he was satisfied that the soap was gone, he turned to her, lifting her chin gently with one finger, kissing her lightly on her lips.. soft and parted for him.

"Tonight, my love, you will endure the most exquisite torture I have ever prepared for you. Are you ready to begin?" She nodded yes, not trusting her voice. He took her wrists and placed them back into the manacles. She looked at him questioningly, not voicing her queries. He saw her confusion and laughed. She watched him as he bent, reaching outside of the shower for something, bringing back a blindfold. Her look of amazement was shuttered by the blindfold. He placed his lips to the side of her ear and whispered, "The most exquisite torture...." gently kissing the racing pulse behind it.

"Place your feet as before, misha." She obeyed him quickly, leaving her moist cunt open to him, her legs spread wide. The spray of the shower teasing her nipples to stream down her body and over her clit. She felt him place something behind her, directly on her ass. "Press back on this, misha. If it falls, I will know it, and you will be punished for it," came his quiet command. She pressed back, feeling a thousand prickles pressing into her bottom, reminding her of his spanking just moments ago, wringing a shuddering gasp from her. "Like that, misha?" he asked, laughter in his voice, "You are to stay absolutely still. Do you understand?" She nodded again, feeling his fingers squeezing her nipples. He pinched them hard, then bent to capture one with his teeth, his finger returning to her clit, stroking her. "Masterrrr...." she moaned, quivering under his touch. A small yelp escaped her parted lips as she felt the unmistakable bite of a clamp replacing his teeth, another quickly followed on her other nipple, both of them now encased in clamps, the water running over them and down the chain, her breath coming in heaving gasps as she felt the water dripping from the chain, tugging on it as his fingers tugged on her clit. The words "exquisite torture" drifted through her mind...

The water stopped flowing over her, and she moaned with the loss. But, the sensation that attacked her next was brutal in its assault. Oh, my god! her mind screamed as the water returned, to attack her clit in a steady stream. Pounding into her like waves, her body straining with the urge to stay still, her ass pressing hard into the wall behind her, making her ass scream in protest. His finger slid over her clit, making sure the water was hitting its target. "Now, misha, you will stay like this until I am ready for you," he moved out of the shower, giving her clamps a final tug, listening with sadistic satisfaction to her moans of agonized ecstasy.

Ahhhh.... Masterrr.... her thoughts whirled. She felt the water pounding her, keeping her teetering on the edge... the pain of the clamps on her nipples and the prickling on her ass bringing her alive. Her entire body was nothing but sensation, burning with desire, the pain and pleasure mingling into one. Her head lolled from side to side... dizzy with desire. He left her this way... allowing sufficient time for the water to cool... still fixed firmly on her clit, her body becoming more frenzied as the water lowered in temperature. Her pleas and cries to him ignored as she struggled not to cum under the onslaught. He returned as the water turned to cold, stroking his hand over her body to lock onto the chain at her nipples. With a single tug he removed them, bringing a scream from her. He locked his lips around one nipple, caressing the other. "Master... Master... oh, God, Master, please, please....."

He pressed a finger to her lips to silence her... she whimpered. He gently released her, drying her fiery body with a soft, fluffy towel. "I told you. Torture... the most exquisite you have ever known." He laid her gently on the bed, encasing her wrists and ankles in soft leather restraints. Securing her on the bed, face down, with strong chains, he stroked her heated skin. She arched to him like a cat in heat, writhing and calling out to him softly. He dragged a soft fur over her body, watching her writhe, listening to her low moans. He began to work a flogger over her, working her up slowly, dancing across her skin with skill. A soft thud, turning to a harsh sting, stopping occasionally to massage her heated flesh with his fingers, the fur, his mouth. He moved slowly, with the skill of a thousand Masters.

Bringing her to full arousal and keeping her there, teetering on the edge of a glorious orgasm... held back by his word alone.

He moved his hand over her ass, now a dull glow in the dim light, caressing her first with his hand, the bringing it down with force, making her gasp. She arched her bottom to him, begging without words for more of the same, and he smiled, knowing what a little masochist his slave was. He took out an old leather paddle, soft, flexible and very heavy.

He spanked her with it, watching as she writhed in pleasure/pain. She again begged for release, pleading with him for his permission. He smiled again. She was ready.

He looked at the paddle in his hand with a smile in his eyes. It was more like a ruler, but heavier and thicker, coated with plastic dipped sandpaper on the side. It would sting. It would make her scream. He smiled and brought it down on her ass. She screamed, her body arching with the pain, moaning and writhing as it continued again and again. Her pleas became garbled, panted out between gasps as the paddle descended again and again. He stopped to rub a towel soaked in ice water over her fiery ass. Listening with pleasure at her reaction... she moaned, gasped, panted and begged, all in the same breath. He resumed his strokes, bringing them down with seemingly more sting with each descent on her wet bottom. When she was sufficiently incoherent, he stopped, stroking her body to calm and reassure her with his touch, his kiss.

She felt herself gently turned over on the bed, resecured. Her body shuddering as she felt the first of two snake bite suction cups being placed on her nipples... ahhh... the delicious tugging at her nipples seeming to increase in time with her arousal, as she struggled against the bonds that held her securely. Goosebumps broke out on her skin as she felt the soft fur rubbed over her damp skin, his finger dragging against the suction cup on her nipple, bringing it to the forefront of her tormented state. Ahhh...pleaseeee....

In the back of her mind, she heard music begin to play. A slow, steady beating rhythm. Her heart began to beat in time with the music, pulsing through her clit and nipples. She felt the first of many strokes of a soft, thuddy flogger, steadily massaging her... kneading her skin as her Master's hands would. It moved over her body in studied precision... striking a trembling thigh... caressing her breast... dragging over her nipple. Then, the rhythm changed, and with it came the feather soft touch of the fur. It moved over her, missing nothing, every nuance touched by it. She trembled and shook, her body assaulted with the sensations coursing through her veins. The flogger returned to torment her again, only this time, it stung her wherever it touched. Biting and clawing her skin as a fingernail would, it moved over her relentlessly. She cried out hoarsely as it struck her spread thighs, her glistening cunt, laid open to him, his pleasure and his torture. Her body arched off the bed, a half scream erupting from her as he struck her breast with it, releasing the nipple from it's encasement. "Masterrrrr!"

The flogger struck again, at her other nipple, releasing it in quick succession. Pain shot through her body like lightning. He bent, covering it with his mouth, biting and licking, sucking it into his mouth as if he were going to devour her. His hand moved to her dripping cunt, capturing and squeezing her clit, nearly sending her over the edge of the precipice she teetered on. Her body alternately shook and went rigid... straining to obey her Master over the screams of her mind. She begged, sobbing, pleading, "Master, please, oh, god... please Master... " He removed his fingers, traveling up her neck to kiss her deeply. "No, love. Tonight I am going to have your mind," he whispered softly into her mouth.

She felt him moving around her. Dear God... what was he doing?? She moaned as she realized he was placing an electrode to her bottom. She had no time to wonder where the other would be attached as she felt him begin to stroke her throbbing clit. She felt the orgasm building inside of her, her back arched off the bed, offering herself to him, begging for his touch. And then it began... the tingling... throbbing... pulsing. The current passed through his fingers and to her clit, traveling through her. Her scream broke loose from her throat as he turned up the TENS unit attached to his hand, rubbing her clit furiously. "Aaahhh, oh, god, pleaseeeee...Masterrr please..." ripped from her as she struggled helplessly in her bonds. Her entire being throbbing in her aching clit, threatening to rip her in two. "What, misha?" came his soft voice through her darkness, "Do you want to cum?"

"PLEASEEEEEEEEEEE!!! oh, Master... ah, please..." she could get no more past her lips. Her body began to tremble violently, her breathing coming in heaving gasps, and she could speak no more, only moan her pleas. His voice boomed in the darkness, "Cum, misha! Cum now for your Master!" The dam burst, and she screamed, feeling her body shatter into fragments. Her arms and legs jerking erratically, her head turning from side to side, lurching off of the bed. It lasted forever, wave after wave took hold, each cresting higher than the last. She felt her entire body stiffen, arching off of the bed, feeling yet another build inside of her... stronger than any before.

The shocks pulsing through her more intensely, his fingers demanding more, as he commanded again "Now, misha! Cum for me NOW!" she screamed, feeling it take her captive, setting her free. She could do no more than scream between her ragged breaths as the sensation hit her, scattering her senses to the winds. As the storm inside her began to dissipate, she felt his arms come around her, holding her safe and secure. She tried to look at him, her beloved Master. She could not focus her eyes on his face. Her body exhausted, she lay there, her head lolling back and forth on his strong arm, hearing his whispers of his love, his pride in her. She concentrated very hard, bringing his face into focus, as he lay beside her. He looked down at her, love and possession shining from his eyes, telling her how beautiful she looked while struggling, how very sexy. She looked into his eyes, moaning yet again as the aftershocks coursed through her, and whispered softly, "I love you, Master."

 

[tortoise]

the testosterone in here is spine tingling, *(among other things) ... just sayin'. 1


*sits back to read*

1Not a bad thing.

*stealing a lingering glance up your skirt as you sit back*

 

[YaYa_Sisterwho]

.....Extremely Long....

I've Been Jacking Lately, Thinking About One Specific Fantasy Over And Over Again. I'm A Bit Frightened Of It, But I Can't Stop Thinking About It.

He's Been Coming Over For A Month Now, Talking Sweet To Me, But I Know He Just Wants Sex. Only He Doesn't Know That I Know. He Thinks I Can't See What He's Going For Because He Thinks He's Smarter Than Me.

I Found Out He's Married And He's Been Lying To Me For A Month, Telling Me He Has Two Jobs. He Also Thinks I Don't Know About This, And I've Continued Letting Him Come Over To My House, Trying To Flirt With Me And Find A Way To Ask Me To Fuck Him, But I've Kept It Simple, Made Him Waste Hours With Me, Nightly, Trying To Figure Out How To Get Me In Bed.

So Finally, It's The Night I've Decided To Let It All Out, And Really Fuck Him, In More Ways Than One. More Ways Than The One He Wants.

He Comes Over And I've Dressed Myself Up, In Some Sheer, Sexy Panties And A Bra With A Sheer, Long, Clingy Wrap, Put My Hair Up, And Some Make Up On. I've Gotten Ready For Him, And He Knows It When He Sees Me. His Cock Is Already Hard And We Haven't Even Touched. He's Standing In My Doorway, Staring At Me, Standing There Like The Loser That He Is, Wondering What's Going On.

I Decide To Do What I've Wanted To Do, And I Tell Him, "come In And Take All Your Clothes Off. Now." Of Course He Does It, Simple Bastard. Before Long He's Sitting On My Sofa, Looking At Me, Stroking His Puny Cock Like It's Something I Want, Looking At Me... Looking Like He Wants To Eat My Pussy.

So That's What He's Going To Do. He's Going To Eat This Pussy Until I Tell Him To Stop. I Tell Him To Go In My Room, He Knows Where It Is. He Goes In And While He's Getting Comfortable, I Bring Out Some Ribbon, For A Little Light Bondage Play.

Of Course, He's High With The Prospect Of Getting Some Pussy From Me So He Says Yes. I Tie Him Tight To The Bedposts, And Spread His Legs As Far Apart As They'll Go, And Smile As, Out Of The Corners Of My Eyes, I Watch Him Grimace.

I Tell Him 'you're Going To Eat This Pussy, Aren't You, Fucker?' And Of Course He Says Yes, Why Wouldn't He? Looking At This Beautiful Body, He's Dying To Get His Tongue Inside Me. 'yeah, You're Going To Shove Your Fucking Tongue All The Way Up Inside This Pussy, You're Going To Lick Every Inch Of It, You Simple Fuck.'

His Cock Is Jumping Around, And Twitching And He's Got His Hips Going. Up And Down, Up And Down, Like He's Going To Excite Me Like That. Doesn't He Know How Cheesy He Is? I Don't Think He Does, And I Think Maybe I Should Tell Him. I Tell Him 'do You Know How Stupid You Look? Humping Nothing, Tied To My Bed, Begging For Some Pussy?' And All Of A Sudden, The Humping Slows.

He Had No Clue I Was Going To Do This, And He's Traded Places, After All This Time Of Wanting To Do Anything He Wanted To Me, Now He's The One Who's Going To Get Fucked. Literally.

'yeah, Now You Understand, Don't You? You're Realizing That I'm Not Going To Pleasure You, Aren't You?' He Tries To Say Something And I Yell At Him To Shut The Fuck Up. I Leave My Robe On, But Take My Panties And Bra Off. His Cock Is Still Hard But He's Confused Now, I Can See It In His Eyes. He Wants This Pussy So Bad He Has No Idea What To Do, But He's Afraid. He'safraidhe'safraidhe'safraid!!!!

It Tastes So Good To Me, That Fear.

I Crawl Toward Him, With A Sexy Look On My Face, And Touch His Cock A Little, Just To Keep It Hard. And Then I Swing Around And Sit, Literally, Sit On His Face. I Want My Pussy All Over His Fucking Face. I Want To Rub My Pussy Juice Everywhere, I Want To Put His Nose In My Cunt Hole, And I Want To Rub My Ass All Over His Forehead, So I Do. I Rub And He Starts Gyrating His Hips.

I Know He Can't Breathe Very Well Because Of How I'm Sitting, So I Lift Up And Let Him Gasp For A Bit. He Sputters And Tries To Say Something, So I Sit Again. I Know He Likes It, His Dick Is Giving Him Away, He Wants It, Right? Yeah, He Wants It Tonight.

I Rub My Ass All Over His Head, And Then I Rub My Pussy All Over Him, Making Myself Wet With The Friction From His Face, The Hills And Valleys Of His Face. The Tip Of His Puny Little Weiner Is Wet, And I Laugh! I Lift Up And I Laugh!!!

'you Stupid, Little Dicked Bastard,' I Say And I Laugh! I Laugh! I Tell Him To Start Eating My Pussy And I Laugh, Until I Feel His Tongue Really Working My Twat Hole And My Clit, He's Licking Everything He Can, And Not Caring Where His Tongue Goes Or Abot His Technique. He's Just Licking, Tasting This Cunt He's Wanted To Taste For A Month. It's Feeling Good To Me. Really Good. This Fucker Can Eat Pussy. His Tongue Feels So Fuckin Good.

I Slide My Hand Down To His Balls And I Squeeze Them Softly, I Say 'eat My Fucking Pussy You Stinking Bastard, Lick It!' And I Pinch His Balls. Hard. I Hear Him Moan In Pain Through His Licks, And Maybe He Thinks It Was An Accident, So I Do It Harder, Again. I Hear Him Yell, 'ouch!' Through My Pussy, He Stops Licking. That's What I Wanted.

'fucking Lick My Pussy You Worthless Motherfucker!!'

I Can Feel Him Squirming And Shaking Under Me, I Can Feel His Fear, Inching Up Through My Pussy Hole, Into My Heart. I Can Feel It, And I Love It. I Love How Afraid He Is. Iloveitiloveitifuckingloveit!!!

He Starts Licking Me Again, Licking To Try And Please Me So I Don't Hurt Him Again, But That's Not Going To Happen, I'm Going To Hurt Him Again, I'm Going To Rape Him. I'm Going To Make Him Cry Tonight. I Squeeze His Balls Harder, And Use My Other Hands To Squeeze That Puny Little Cock Of His, And I Hear His Scream This Time, Really Scream.

'shut The Fuck Up And Keep Licking My Pussy, You Cheating Bastard,' I Moan, He's So Good At Eating Cunt, I Wonder If He Does This To His Wife.... So I Ask Him.

'do You Eat Your Wife's Twat Like This? Eat My Pussy Like You Eat Your Wife's Pussy. Do It!' And He Begins Licking In Earnest, Trying To Make Me Cum, He Thinks It'll Be Over Then, I Know. And I Laugh Again. She Must Love Him If He Eats Her Pussy Like This, I Think. But I Won't Tell Him That.

I Start Rubbing His Dick Hard, Without Lube, But I Can Tell That's Feeling Good To Him, So I Decide To Complicate Matters By Shoving A Finger In His Asshole, With No Warning.

God, That Hurt Him. I Can Tell.

I Stop. And I Breathe. And I Smile.

'fucking Eat My Pussy! Don't Stop Until I Cum!' I Scream At Him And Start Kneading His Dick Again. He's Shaking Under Me, Confused And Scared And Hurting. I Think He's Crying. He'scryinghe'scryinghe'scrying!! I Laugh Harder And Shove A Second Finger In His Ass, Hoping I Rip It A Little Bit.

He'd Told Me He Could Love Me, He Needed Me, I Could Make Him Happy, He'd Never Been Happy, He Loved Me. And He's Got A Wife And Family, Lying Fuck.

I Fuck Him With My Hand, Rhythmically Jacking His Little Bitty Todger. I Fuck Him Hard, I Know I'm Hurting Him, But He Keeps Licking Me, Licking And Crying, I Feel His Tears On My Thighs. Those Tears Feel Delicious. Those Tears Feel... Broken.

I Know I Broke Something In This Fucker... And That's What I Wanted To Do.

I Broke Him, And That Makes Me Want To Cum All Over Him, Cum All Over His Mouth And His Lips And His Tongue And His Face And Leave Something On Him To Replace What I Took.

'eat My Pussy, Shove That Tongue All Over It,' I Say While Rubbing My Pussy On His Face As Hard As I Can. I'm Screaming At Him Not To Stop Eating My Pussy, I've Forgotten About My Hand And My Fingers, Musn't Forget To Fuck Him, Isn't That What He Wanted? That's What He Wanted, To Get Fucked, So I Begin Again. I Begin Shoving My Fingers Inside His Asshole, Fucking Him, While He Screams Into My Pussy, And His Cock Is Rigid... Rigid And Hard With The Fear, With Teh Pleasure, With My Pussy And The Fear.

I'm Going To Do This Until I Cum, And By Now He Knows This, I Can Tell By How Fast And Hard He's Licking My Pussy, Shaking And Crying, And His Feet Are Moving, His Legs Are Moving Everywhere, I Can't See His Hands But I Imagine They're In Fists.

I Ride Him, I Call Him Names, I Laugh While I Come Closer To My O, While I Come Closer To Splashing His Pretty Face With My Hate Juice. I Fuck Him So Hard With My Hand That He's Licking Me And Trying To Get His Ass Away From Me At The Same Time. God This Is Lovely.

And This Is Why Married Men Should Stay At Home, Where They Belong.

O Was Fantastic.

 

[naughtygirl69s]

B, obviously.

But, sometimes, I find it fun to make the romance perverse and the perverse romantic. Throatfuck on rosepetals.

"You got romance in my perversion! You got perversion in my romance!"

*claps*