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Dirty ass licking whore…

He says my tongue is one of my fortes!

He says my tongue is one of my fortes!

It was very late – of course it was!

He wasn’t feeling too well – and I felt tired. He knew I’d wanted it very badly the night before and hadn’t got any – but I didn’t want to put any pressure on him…

I thought my best ploy would be to play coy and ‘pretend’ kind of that I was going to sleep.

“Are you going to sleep?’ he said, ramming his fist into my pussy and then grabbing my ass until it hurt some…

“Mmm – maybe,” I manage to say – in between gasps.

“Condom! Where is it?!” I dive for my little box next to the bed. Realising too late that I don’t look demure anymore – just rather desperate…

Anyway, we’re fucking and he just feels absolutely so hard – a little too big – achy – but this turns me on of course…

“Whore,” I say. “I’ve always loved that word ever since I was little.” This is true – but I’m being a bit contrived and not asking him outright to use the ‘term’, but hoping that he knows what I want without me having to spell it out… I can be a little shy you see – even when fucking!

It feels like I’m close to cumming, without much effort – but it has been a couple of days I guess. My mind keeps flitting to the time before when he opened my pussy lips as if he were checking them before inserting his cock. In my mind he’s doing it again and I cum hard. No 2 cums very shortly after.

I tell him he needs to save his energy and ask him to pretty please withdraw. I get his wank cloth from under the pillow and begin to suck his nipple and play with his balls, whilst he works on his lovely cock.

He pushes my head gently down to his balls.

“Lick!” I’m very obedient.

He pushes me further down. I continue licking and then I’m pushed to his ass.

‘Are you licking my dirty sweat?”

“Yes, I am.”

“You know I haven’t washed for a couple of days…?”

“Yes I do,” I stifle a giggle. Luckily I don’t mind his taste at all and his smell turns me on…

“Your a dirty ass licking whore! What are you?”

“I’m a dirty a..”

“Your!!”
“Sorry!  I’m YOUR dirty ass licking whore!”

“That’s better. Good Girl!”

“Thank you Sir!” I stop for a moment to get a piece of hair out of my mouth.

“Come on! You’re not doing very well are you! Make me cum!” My tongue is getting tired, but I’m circling around his ass hole, sticking it in and out for all I’m worth. Scratching his balls and then rubbing his nipples.

“In! As far as you can!” I’m sticking my tongue up quite far –  in little pumping movements and I’m so into it – that I don’t even realise that he’s cum. He’s stopped moving and he’s laughing now – which he is apt to do on or after orgasm

“Such enthusiasm! Thank you!” I crawl back up to his chest and he looks at me with almost wonder in his eyes.

I smile broadly back feeling completely ravished (even though it’s maybe me that has been doing the ravishing!) Sweat and spit smeared all over my hair and face.

I smell of sex.

I am indeed his whore…

 

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Behaving like a stroppy teenager…

Behaving like a stroppy teenager…

Lying in the dark last night, he said I was behaving like a stroppy teenager. I kind of didn’t know what he was talking about and then realised my lips were so pouted, I could be mistaken for Donald Duck.

Anyway, I felt justified in my moodiness but was kind of hoping that he would take me in hand with some sort of punishment – but that was not to be…  I snapped out of it and cuddled up – trying to ignore the fact that I so wanted to be fucked – but he was not having any of it.

Tonight I went down to where he was sitting (sniffling from a flu) on the sofa.

“Please Sir, do you think if I did a little dance for you… you might do things to me? ”

I was half joking – but about to go on about maybe begging on my knees for a piece of his cock. But he showed me some clips of music from the 80’s and my bid for a fuck kind of peetered out. He isn’t 100%, so I don’t want to push it…

Later putting out some laundry, he starts pushing into my cunt with his fist – which is one of the things that gives me the most pleasure. He grabs my nipple and squeezes hard – my knees start to give way. He grabs my ass and deftly pushes me over onto the sofa and begins to rub himself against me.

Ooh, I think I might be in here – fingers and toes all crossed!

 

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The knickers that caused the offence…

The knickers that caused the offence...

I was going to end this blog, because I haven’t had time to write for it and possibly more importantly (for me) not had time to read other blogs.
Well I haven’t ended it yet as I’m hoping that at some point I will have more time – which of course – may be wishful thinking…

Anyway, I had a comment this morning from David DM – (formally known Racerx) which stated that if I didn’t post something out soon, he would spank me. Of course I very dutifully agreed to take my punishment if I didn’t manage to post out today. So although I would actually like to be a naughty girl and get my just desserts – my husband might not like another man’s hand on my wanting ass… mmmmm – something to think about though ; )

Anyway the knickers pictured…
Due to a yeast infection (hell on earth!!!) and then the first few days of time of the month, we hadn’t fucked for about a week. Which for the last couple of years is a very long time for us. We were both gagging for it…
It was the third day of menstruating for me – so I thought I’d leave my knickers on until the last possible moment. My man had his condom on and was all ready for entry when he realized my pants were still on. He wasn’t happy! He squeezed one of my nipples hard, whilst tearing off the offending article. My legs were then roughly opened and he gently squeezed my neck and then much harder. This was all rather sudden and I was – to say the least a little shocked as I wasn’t expecting it at all – although of course wet with excitement.

“Are you frightened?’ he whispered in my ear.
‘Yes I am.’ I answered truthfully.
Then his cock was in me and it felt delicious.

The next day my little masochistic self kept thinking of how roughly he’d handled me and it made me very excited every time. In fact it was like falling in love all over.

I must sound like such a loon – or maybe he’s just been too nice to me recently…

 

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