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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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Cum covered cock…

What I wore to entice him… (Those splashes are from toothpaste not cum ; ))

 

We’d joked that ‘you’re only as good as your last fuck!’

…and after the last session I’d gushed that ‘it was one of the most amazing fucks of my life.’

It wasn’t really kinky or anything – just extremely pleasurable both physically and psychologically. He just felt a little bit too big for me and I kept orgasming for ‘Daddy.’

Anyway – enough said of that one. This next time it was also good. Not the best ever – but still delicious.

I had two orgasms which seemed to feel enough and then we just lay still for a time – him on top of me… I had this amazing sense of the merging of our souls… It felt expansively beautiful, but at the same time incredibly sad… because we could never actually become one…

Then he got up and said we had lots of stuff to be getting on with.

“But don’t you want to cum?” I asked.

“We’ve got lots to do!”

“Oh please cum now…” I pretty much begged.

“We can carry on later!”

“I’ll push all the right buttons – it won’t take long!”

Five minutes later, he’s rubbing his cock, kneeling over me with his balls in my face. My tongue is busy licking them and diving into his arsehole every now and again – trying to get as high up as I can….

Then he spurts his load all over my breasts and tummy and shoulders and bedclothes.

He laughs at my surprised moan when I feel the hot liquid on my skin… He moves back and sticks his cum covered cock into my now tiring mouth…

Of course I lick it all clean like the very good girl that I am…

 

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The trouble with multiple orgasms (!)

sulking…

Last night I acted like a completely spoilt bitch…

I had three orgasms and was on the very tippy tip verge of getting a forth when he stopped his grinding… He’d heard the youngest coughing…

…and then we weren’t sure if she was awake or not. Anyway, I felt pissed off that he’d stopped at that very precise moment – even though I’d already had three. Should I have been satisfied with that?

I kind of pushed him off. I haven’t mentioned it yet, but there was another reason lurking in my dizzy brain that was niggling me somewhat as well. I was convinced that he’d wanked during the day…

Now I’ve got nothing against masturbating and I’m even grateful to it for all those years where it was satisfying enough for my husband that he didn’t feel the urge to stray (when I was too tired and too busy with babies to even think about having sex)

Anyway, I had the distinct feeling that he wasn’t as in to it as usual – although yes, he did have a wee bit of indigestion… Also I know his balls – and how hard he normally is etc…

So at the same time as not getting my forths, I felt annoyed at him for ‘doing it’ without me – especially when I’m so freely available these day etc… Yes, yes I know it’s not like that and it isn’t personal etc

So I know my feelings were all out of proportion. Even the next morning I felt a bit annoyed still – which isn’t normally like me – but it was quickly quashed by his sweet words concerned at my frustration the night before – which made me feel even more bratty… and he hadn’t cum, which is pretty unforgivable on my part – but I guess he could have wanked if he was desperate… (tee hee)

 

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Please hit me again Sir…

My slutty ass…

I’ve often read about those poor dears who are punished for not addressing their dom/master etc in the correct fashion. My giddy submissive self has always been somewhat envious of those crimes and punishments – but my husband has never been one to bear titles – that is until this morning…

I think I died and went to heaven…

The children were all out for the day – I asked him what his plans were – trying to sort out a timetable for working on the computer….

“First we’re gonna fuck!”

“Oh really?” I say, actually genuinely surprised.

“Yes really!” he replies, but then he wanders off.

I go upstairs and put on a see through lacy bra and some matching (but not meant to be matching) lacy boy shorts. Some dark black hold up stockings and an ‘in your face’ bright red low cut mini dress. I lie down on our bed.

“I’m wearing some fucking clothes!” I shout down the stairs.

“Oh yeh…” I hear and the laptop shutting and then he’s right there in front of me…

“Get up then! Show me your stuff!” I sit up and then walk round towards him –  for some reason feeling a bit shy…

He pushes me face down onto the bed.

“Assume the position!” I lie sprawled forwards with my ass in the air expectantly – But there’s not even a slap – he starts to undo my bra,

“But their matching and you haven’t even seen them yet!”

“You don’t need it!” he replies matter of factly and ‘helps’ me to take it off.

“Assume the position!” I of course assume… He gives me a few hard delicious slaps to my ass.

“Look – you’re making my cock hard.” I look and sure enough it looks ready for action. I put out my hand to feel it.

“No touching!” is the stern rebuke. He then slaps me hard on the inside top of my thighs a few times (which always makes me feel like a naughty little girl being punished.)

“What do you say?” he asks.

“Ummm… Thank you?” I flounder for a moment…

“Thank you…?” he says guiding me towards something we both want and for a moment I can’t even think straight…

“Thank you SIR!” I answer.

“And?” he’s looking at me scarily sternly and what he wants I don’t know….What do I want? Of course…

“Please hit me again sir!” I answer with relief. He smiles at me.

“That’s better!” A couple of very hard spanks follow…

“Up against the wall!” I move to the wall, automatically putting my hands above my head and stick my ass out towards him. After a few stingers to my eager behind, he starts to rub one of his knuckles up into my pussy. The knuckle then moves its way to my asshole. I’m moaning now with a little bit of pain and alot of pleasure.Then he stops,

“What do you say?”

“Thank you Sir.”

“Good girl. Turn around!!” I do what he asks and he moves my arms which have dropped to my side back above my head…

“Assume the position!” I’m not sure what he means – he’s never asked me to do this facing him before… I push my pelvis towards him.

“More!” he says. Good I’m on the right track. I stick my pussy towards him for all I’m worth.

SMACK! Woah! He’s never hit me this hard on my cunt before. SMACK! And again and again. My pussy feels like it’s burning – and no understatement here. It’s hot hot hot!

“What do you say?”

“Th..th.thank you Sir.” I manage to whisper.

“And!”

“Please hit me again Sir…” Mmmmmaaaargh! His eyes are so deliciously stern and I have to keep thanking Sir and asking Sir for more… Then he stops for a moment, which at this point is somewhat of a relief…

“Have you got the condom?”

“No.” SMACK!

“No what?!” Another hard SMACK!

“Sir!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Um…” I mumble as my legs begin to  buckle…

“What’s the matter?” he asks.

“I think I’m going to wet myself.”

“What do you say?!”

“Sir, ummm please hit me again… Sir!”

“Go get the condom!” I scramble over to the side of our bed and grab one and hand it over…

“Prepare to be fucked!” I move fast…

I lie sprawled on the bed – my knickers have gone – I’m not sure when… my pussy is burning like hell!

“Spread em!” I spread. I’m always amazed that his cock is so hard – I mean – he must be enjoying this as much as me!

After my first delicious cumming, I can’t resist from using those immortal lines form Oliver Twist:

“Please Sir, can I have some more?” He of course obliges and I have another couple. I suddenly have this urge to lick him all over. I begin with his ears, his lips, his nipples, his balls.

He’s out of me now, asking if I like him wiping his balls all over my face.

“Yes Sir!” I reply..

I’m lying on the bed with my stockings and my short read dress still on. He’s kneeling over my head facing my legs, stroking his cock with his hand. My tongue is working like crazy on his balls and ass. Every now and again my dress rides up to reveal my slutty ass and pussy. Every now and again he orders me (not without some disgust in his voice!) ‘to sort out my dress!’

There is something about this attempt at modesty when I am his complete and utter whore that turns him on…Sometimes I pull my dress down too much and my nipples poke out of the top half.

My tongue is working on his asshole and he cums hard, first on the front of my outfit and then lifting up the top of my dress, the warm cream shoots all over my breasts.

I lick any left over cum from his cock and then we look into each others eyes and share one very messy, wet and sloppy, dirty kiss…

 

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The ultimate geography lesson… and a little history as well…

Geography lessons can be very interesting…

I’ve always been awful at geography.  It just didn’t happen at our school and I’m often left feeling a fool when it comes to where something is in the world.

So now I have a teacher whose specialized subject happens to be geography. He’s called Mr Goodhard.

Sometimes I go to him as a colleague, Miss Tooeasy looking for a little guidance – but mostly I’m a student -looking for help and/or extra marks.

Last night I was a very willing pupil…

“Where is Szechwan?”

“China?”

“No!” he sighs at my stupidity. “Open your legs… Wider!” A sharp hit to the clit.

“Sorry, where is it?” I mumble.

“Canada! Now, what is the capital of China?” I actually do know this, but whenever I get turned on, my mind can’t think straight. I bury my head in the pillow. I’m sure it begins with B – Its on the tip of my tongue…. But its no good – Its simply not going to come to me right now.

“I don’t know.” He grabs my hair and pushes me firmly, but gently down to his balls.

“Lick!” My tongue gets busy.

“Well, at least you’re good at something.”

I come up for air and lie my head on his chest.

“Sorry, what is it?” I ask.

“Beijing! What’s the administrative centre of Gloucestershire?”

“Gloucester?”

“Well done. What’s the administrative centre of Berkshire?”

“Oh, I don’t know…” He pauses for a moment, seemingly incredulous that I haven’t got the answer. Then my head gets pushed down  – now to his asshole…

I lick once again and I know I’m hitting the spot because he’s full of praise again. After a few minutes I come back up for air…  He’s stroking his cock now – its good and hard. I pass him the (wank) cloth.

“Which is further North, New York or…”  I know where I’m going and it’s down… Sometimes I giggle when I don’t know the answers and I hear him sigh impatiently, his hand pushing my head…

Part of me doesn’t want his cum to go into a cloth. Although I guess it could end up in my mouth… What I would really really like is his cock fucking me. But ultimately, I’m glad he feels he can use me in this way…

This was kind of how we started all those years ago… I was his fuck toy… But he was also always incredibly generous with giving pleasure as well. I was very fortunate and should have been ecstatic.

I did enjoy it up to a point, but then I felt overwhelmed. I simply wasn’t ready to give of myself completely.  I was quite young at the time and in the midst of growing up. I was also suffering from depression in which I denied myself any kind of nurturing. There was always a constant battle between life and self destruct…

Anyway – to cut a long story short, he learnt to leave me alone and pleasure himself and I was happy to leave him to it. We did have some great sex every now and again. But mostly I was too tired or indifferent to care and also maybe at a loss as to how to deal with his delayed ejaculation.

I feel guilty for all those years that I mostly neglected him physically. It’s not a good thing to get used to not being needed. We were friends though. Very good friends…

I began to get horny for him when I became broody for children. This ‘heat’ carried on throughout pregnancy – but then little children’s needs are very full on – so I was tired again a lot of the time.

Having children made me grow up though. Suddenly I wasn’t the centre of the universe and I could see things from a clearer perspective.  All depression left me completely – somehow I’d moved on. (Thank God!)

When I finally stopped being pregnant and/or breastfeeding, my body was mine again and my hormones kicked in big time.

I suddenly felt incredibly sexual and I noticed this man (who happened to have a huge cock) wandering around the house. He was gorgeous in every way I could think of and I was pretty sure he would let me play with him. He was surprised at first, but very accommodating.

It was like falling in love all over – the butterflies, the sex – even the missing him.  The delayed ejaculation became an amazing bonus. He was a real stud and I could literally cum for hours…

I’m not sure how long this honeymoon period will last. Thinking about it – maybe its not quite as intense as it was two years ago. But we are happily fulfilling each others needs.

I’m just so glad that once again, he has the confidence and desire to use me however he wishes.

Long may it last…

PS I am away for ten days starting asap – not sure if I will have wifi or not… Will reply to comments soon though. I love them!!! THANK YOU FOR READING!

 

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It was late… But I was horny as hell…

Fuck socks..

I didn’t think he’d want to do anything. It was late… But I was horny as hell…

The night before I’d given him a blowjob and no satisfaction for myself!!!

I put on my tiny black nighty, french knickers and thigh high bed fuck socks. I wait in bed, dozing every now and again.

Eventually he comes upstairs and as is the custom he rips off the covers.

“What are you wearing now?” He pushes his fist against my pussy and then walks off to the bathroom.

He’s in bed now and I snuggle up to him, lifting my top and rubbing my breasts on his chest.

“I’m really tired you know, I’m going to sleep!” he says…

“I only did two things bad today!”

“What are they?” he sighs.

“I trapped the handle of the bag (very expensive backpack that he bought me and that is really his ideal!) in the carboot door. The other ‘bad’ thing is the usual thinking about sex…

I think I can feel his cock stirring to attention… But I don’t acknowledge it yet…

“Look, I just want to go to sleep,” he sighs again.

“Ok, but please turn towards me.” He does and he puts his arm around me. I seize the opportunity and wriggle my ass against his cock, which I now know for sure is hard…

“Where’s the condom?” he asks (I think I detect another sigh – but not sure…)

I quickly retrieve it from under my pillow and he puts it on…

He opens my legs and goes for entry… Mmm he’s gone soft…

“You’re tired, maybe we should just go to sleep.” He doesn’t move, so I lick his nipples and he gets hard once more… We try again…. Shite! Soft again…

“Can we try one more time?” I ask almost pleading.

“Yeah, just give me a moment… ” He gets off and lies next to me… I rub myself against him again, I push my pussy up and down on his thigh… But what really does it for him is when he slaps my clit a few times.

Third time lucky! He’s in and feels really really good…  I know he’s tired, so I’m giving him as much  help as I can – licking his nipples (they are so sensitive!) fondling his balls and reaching round for his asshole…

He in turn plays with my breasts, slaps my thighs and the first delicious orgasm seems to last forever…

The next one is deep inside – must be right on my G spot… Sooooo good…I kind of want to go for more, but then I don’t think it would be fair on him etc

“You can go to sleep now.” I say.

“Not finished yet,” he says pushing my knees together and helping me to turn over, so he can get more leverage from behind.

He feels enormous and so good. He’s definitely into it now. His balls are hardening and I feel him getting close. Pretty quickly for him too.

I’m not sure exactly what position we are in… Half way down the bed  – he’s kind of behind me, but I”m nearly over on my back with one leg in the air and he is nearly on his front…

He is about to cum… Patter of tiny feet in the dark. WTF!!! Youngest child is getting into the bed with us. We make a mad dash for the duvet.

“Mummy and Daddy are the wrong way round!” She’s between us now (as she usually is most nights when she wakes up) But he is still hard as a rock in me… He pulls out.. She’s cuddling me and nearly asleep.

“I’m going to take her back.” I say.

“No, its ok’ he says.

“No, you were so close, I’ll take her back!” As soon as youngest is back in bed, she is fast asleep again..

I give him the wank cloth. I lick low – Long flat of the tongue ones from his asshole to the base of his balls… He cums hard…

We drift into sleep sated… It was definitely worth the effort – for both of us…

 

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Where have you been all my life…

For a change, my top half rather than my bottom ; )

He was pressing, caressing, slapping, nipping, pounding me into happy submission.

My mouth wide in pleasure, I couldn’t help but work down his body with tender licks and kisses to his hard waiting cock…

‘Its ingrained in my memory bank how to get you to give me a blow job.’ I remember him saying this to me and I know what he’s doing and I know where I’m going and I really can’t help myself…

I linger at his balls…. I take in his scent… I brush my lips gently against his cock head….I keep him waiting… Like he sometimes keeps me waiting…

His cock keeps jerking and jumping in anticipation… I wait a little longer with just my hot breath touching him….

Then I go for the kill…. Teasingly at first and then right where he needs it….

Up and down the head, rubbing the flat of my tongue on his male clit. My fingers tease his balls, his ass, the inside of his thighs. I can hear him gasping and making little grunting sounds and feel him swelling still more in my mouth.

His hand wraps around the base of his cock and rubs up and down and then much much sooner than either of us are used to, he shoots his load into my throat… I make a deep sound in the back of my mouth… I’m not expecting this for at least another ten plus minutes…

Somehow, I still manage to finish my job well and keep it all in my mouth…

“Sorry!” he says.”It took me by surprise!”

I make my way up his body for a hot embrace.

“Where have you been all my life?” he whispers.

 

This is my 100th post! My first was on impulse – and I’m still not sure what I expected….. I am amazed at how much I enjoy doing this… THANK YOU so much for reading, I really do appreciate it…

 

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