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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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Oh DADDY!

Stockings are more in your face… These are my bed socks…

I’m not sure anything is going to happen… But the kids are out!

I’m feeling a little frumpy and of course I know what he likes, so I go and change out of my tracksuit bottoms…

Stockings or tights? I opt for tights – I don’t feel like being too obvious. Just in case he isn’t up for it…

So one fairly conservative, but tight cotton knit dress later, I go downstairs ‘all innocent like’ and do some catch up on the computer…

He doesn’t seem to notice what I’m wearing. I ask him for a little technical advice and after 5 minutes he says,

“Well you’re all dressed up! Get up them stairs!”

“Really?” I ask (probably with my tongue out and panting)

“Really!” he almost tuts.

I’m upstairs pretty quick. He arrives soon after and  begins to slide his belt off. (I love that sound!!)

“Assume the position!” I assume.

“Stick your ass out more!” I stick out for all I’m worth. What follows is some delicious whipping with the belt. I nearly have to ask him to stop… But then mid whip he collapses next to me.

“Argh!!” he’s giggling in pain.

“The…belt…just…hit…me…on the head of the penis….It’s soooooo sore! I joined in the giggling and offered to kiss it better. Suddenly, he becomes sultry serious again.

“Get your clothes off!’ I strip quickly and dive under the covers (it’s cold!) He takes off his trousers and boxers. I lean across to lick his balls. He soon gets rock hard… Too hard for the condom! So I lay off…

“Spread em!” I open my legs wide. It’s lovely doing this in daylight. I can see his face and he can see mine – Eyes and mouth wide open with the anticipation and pleasure of fitting him in…

“It’s not all in yet!” he says pushing all the way to the base, which never fails to emit a gasp from me.

When it’s night and the kids are hopefully asleep, he very rarely talks dirty to me. Now we have the place to ourselves – its a different story…

“Are you gonna cum for daddy?”

“Oh, yes… Yes!… I am…. Ah, ah, ah, ah ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…

“Good girl! what a good girl you are! Are you gonna cum again for daddy?

“Oh yes, yes I am… Ah…Ah… Ahhhhhhhhhhhh…. Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

Normally, he clamps his hand over my mouth when little ears might hear – but now he lets me scream my fill…

For some reason one of my orgasm cries finishes with ‘You fucking bastard!’

His legs are troubling him at the moment, so he withdraws… I get his wank cloth and he self pleasures… I lick his nipples… I go down to his balls.

“Are you licking daddy’s sweaty balls?”

“Mmmm, yes I am.”

“What a good girl.” I stick my ass up into the air provocatively for him to see. He plays with my nipples… Then my tongue gets to his arsehole…

“Are you licking daddy’s dirty arsehole?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Tell me what you’re doing!”

“I’m licking daddy’s dirty arsehole.”

“Good girl! What a good girl to clean daddy’s dirty arsehole!”

My mouth and tongue are numb when he cums, but it’s worth it… The sheets under my pussy are soaking with my wetness…

 

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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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Looks like I’m in Daddy’s bad books… I can’t wait…

Can't wait!

The wank cloth had been used the night before and I could feel him pushing my head down to his cock which he was stroking rather vigorously.

I willingly complied, gently scratching and pinching his balls into the bargain. He felt fit to burst and after about a minute of me using my tongue in one of the best ways I know how, some sticky liquid was filling my throat and spilling down my chin.

Not 5 minutes earlier I was in that delicious state called orgasm myself – still incredibly turned on – thinking of some naughty thoughts which I will expand on…

Usually during fucking, I don’t think of anything else apart from what I/we are doing. The here and now and the physical sensations are what do it for me. Sometimes I’m just orgasming because it feels so good – not necessarily because I’m turned on…

Last night I was incredibly turned on throughout my pounding and grinding for three climaxes…

I was thinking about something, which in real life would be the worst turn off in the world for me…

I was imagining that my husband was my daddy and I was his special little girl and he was showing me some really sweet loving…

The thought of having sex with my real father would be unthinkable and definitely not a turn on.. I have never been abused by a man (against my true will!) so maybe I allow such visualizing to be present because it doesn’t cause me any emotional pain. I want to apologize to you big time if you are reading this and it’s offending you.  The idea must be appalling for anyone who has experienced sexual abuse from a male relative.

I was thinking about not posting this because of the possible offence it could cause – but then its a big part of my sexual psyche at the moment…So it belongs here… I keep thinking about it… Even now it makes me wet and horny…

He says he’s going to make me ‘suffer’ later… Looks like I’m in Daddy’s bad books… I can’t wait…

 

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A very delicious rut…

Poor me having to possibly do it myself...

We have been getting into a rut. A very delicious rut, but a rut nonetheless…

We are very sexual with each other alot of the time and I certainly wouldn’t want to change any of that…We maybe fuck 5 times a week… which is not too bad…

But when we fuck it always starts with missionary position and slight variations of. I usually have 4 orgasms and then he comes out and I either give him a blow job or help him to self pleasure to cum.

Lack of time to get it on (usually only at night when we are pretty tired), maybe one of the reasons, or just that it is satisfying…

But I fear that if we carry on in such a fashion, he will start to resent the fact that he is just pumping away for my end and not getting much out of it for himself… I have started to worry about whether he is enjoying himself or not…

Anyway, my solution is that for the next few fucks, he comes in from behind and goes for it. I may not necessarily cum – but I can always self pleasure afterwards if needs be…

He thinks its a good idea anyway…

 

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