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Crime and (my) Punishment…

Crime and (my) Punishment…

I put on my teeny tiny skin tight black shorts to go to the shops with my man.

(A little background might be needed here: the above mentioned item is probably the most talked about piece of clothing when fucking each other!)

He clocks my ass with appreciation as I walk past, but then immediately raises his eyebrows and then furrows them slightly.

“You are not going out with those on!” (Ooh just like a strict daddy!)

“Yes I am!” I say determinedly. It’s hot for once in this rainy climate and I know I look ok.

“Those are for bedroom use only!” he says sternly. (Ooh again!) I bat my eyelashes and nearly know I’m going to get my own way…

“Just this once! I won’t do it again!”

He mutters something about Lara Croft as I skip gaily down the stairs.

Well I don’t have Lara’s breasts – but I was wearing a push up bra and I’ve been very physically active lately – so feeling toned and strong and of course my ass – is it’s usual voluptuous self – so maybe I could be an action girl for the next half hour or so…

Anyway, that night – I’m not really expecting anything to happen as we fucked the two previous nights and needed to catch up on sleep… In fact I’d even begun to drift off.

But then I feel a firm hand playing with my ass cheeks and a whisper in my ear:

“Where’s the condom?” My immediate answer is to get said condom. His urgency in fucking quickly makes me eager for his big hard cock, which I can just about make out in the darkness.

I widen my legs and hold my wet lips open to let him in. He feels just too sweet inside of me. His fist presses against my ribs and then the idea of punishment makes my pussy flush with heat.

“Are you punishing me for wearing those shorts outside?”

“Yes I am!” he whispers as he pounds hard into me. I feel so deliciously naughty and take my dues like the very bad girl that I am.

He squeezes my throat, he warns me with the flat of his hand on my cheek – but he doesn’t slap my face – he doesn’t need to – his hard cock, his body pressing down on mine and some fingers pinching my nipple gently and sometimes not so gently – tell me who’s in control.

It all too soon sends me over the edge… and again… and again…and again…

 

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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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Orgasm exclamations!

Orgasm exclamations!

What do you say when you orgasm? I’m very interested to know – in a pervy sort of way…

When we fuck I have 3 or 4 climaxes – but usually I only utter words on the first one…

If the kids are out I will moan really loudly and use the opportunity to call my husband ‘daddy’ – (without the repercussions of traumatising said offspring)

When the children are asleep – I do sometimes call out ‘daddy’ – but it’s strangled and in my throat – designed not to be recognised as a word…

For the past year or so – my orgasm exclamations have been swear words such as ‘Fucking Jeeeesus Chriiiiiist Almighty’ Then more recently I have proceeded to swear at my husband : ‘You fucking bastard, asshole bastard!’ Why, I’m not exactly sure – something to do with the fact that I am completely at his mercy and he is an asshole for making me feel such an utterly willing whore…

It’s a good feeling.

Recently I have been saying his name over and over… Sounds really bland – but there is something so intensely erotic about someones name – yes also maybe a little cheesy too – but I’ve found it to be incredibly intimate to the point where it has felt almost taboo to say his name.

The very last time we fucked was very sweet in terms of words (so sweet in fact – it’s almost embarrassing) I said something I’ve never said before…

By the way – he has just walked past completely naked and danced – waving his cock around in circles for me – I think I may be lucky tonight ; )

… anyway – as I was saying (!) I looked into his eyes – which is actually quite difficult when you are in the throes of orgasm – and said ‘My love, my love, my love…’ No idea where that came from! Never seen a film with anyone saying that! But anyway that’s what came out and it felt just right for that moment…

I hear the shower turning off upstairs – I’d better get to bed and see what words come out to night…

If it’s something unusual or really silly – I’ll let you know…

Hope Christmas (for those who celebrate it!) isn’t too stressful for you lovely readers and some of it is enjoyable…

 
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Posted by on December 26, 2012 in cock, embarrassing story, fucking

 

He said he had a headache…

Freezing my ass off!

Freezing my ass off!

I can’t quite believe he refused me last night!

Well ok it was ‘a little’ after midnight and he said he had a headache…

But!! We hadn’t had sex the night before! And!! I was just about to menstruate (which means 3 days/nights of no fucking)

Put it this way, I was definitely looking forward to some hard cock and was pretty damn sure I’d get some…

AND I even put on a skimpy top, some stockings and not much else for the occasion (even though I was freezing my ass off!)

I pushed my ass in towards him and wriggled around a bit. He moves his hands over my breasts and pussy and does a few hard pushes into my arsehole which sends me momentarily to heaven. But then he trails off.

I turn to face him, trying to get to his very sensitive nipples and/or his cock.  But he doesn’t let me and it gets to the point where albeit laughs, he is wrestling me off.

I see the losing battle, so I gracefully give up and relax. But then he starts coming on to me!

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Self preservation,” he replies.

“It’s ok,” I say.

Although of course I am disappointed – I mean it – I’m not rebuffed very often – in fact I don’t usually have to try to get him to fuck me (very often!) and luckily my self esteem is big enough to take it.

He relaxes as well…

I fidget around a bit trying to get comfortable – eventually snuggling my ass in to him – wondering how I will get to sleep. I press my pussy a little for pleasure and for comfort.

“You’re just like a kitten,” he whispers in my ear.

Next thing I know, I’m waking up 3 hours later menstruating big time…

In the morning he is very touchy feely and tells me how much he loves me… As if he’s concerned that I might have taken a knock. But I’m fine – yes of course sex would have been ‘nice’ but I’m ok.

But I do appreciate his sweetness in making sure I don’t feel too bad…

 

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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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