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One hell of a horny morning…

Shit, it’s been one hell of a horny morning…

I’ve been trying to clean up really thoroughly – dusting, sweeping, mopping – you name it – I’ve done it!

But I have been made to suck his cock three times, made to kneel and watch him pee and lick him dry after…

Had my jeans pulled down twice in front of an open window with people walking by and been spanked (back and front)

Have had to ‘Assume the position’ and “present myself’ many times for more spankings/fingerings/knucklings…

Needless to say I am dripping wet and dying for it.

Apparently he can’t wait for tonight… Don’t think I can either!

Mystery blogger photo…

The above photo was going to be my secret photo for the ‘guess the blogger’ which Gillian Colbert was running -just before she had to very swiftly depart…

Your presence is missed by many Gillian! Hope you’re doing ok…

 

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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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I need to orgasm, but I can wait… (just!)

I knew what was happening and where I was going… I tried to resist at first, but then I felt his hand push my head down.

I stopped at his nipple and sucked and slurped… He pushed on my head again and I went down…

“Go earn your housekeeping!” I smirked in the dark; I’ve earned more than him for a while… So of course its just dirty demeaning talk, but fuck I like it…

I’m trying very hard to do my best for him at the moment, so I gave very very good head….

“That’s it… Good girl…You have your uses don’t you?”

“Yes, I do!” (Very muffled)

“Lucky you’re good at something!”

“Yes, it is!” I try to reply. He pushes my head further onto his bulging cock and I let myself go deeply onto him. I’m slightly afraid of gagging, but he holds my head, not giving me much room for movement… Gently, but firmly…Moving me where it feels best for him…

He slaps my cheek a couple of times… Gently, but firmly… His pelvis grinding into me…

I don’t feel in control at all… I love being used so completely…

Then he’s twitching and losing it, so close, the movements speed up and he cums deep in my expectant mouth…

It tastes really sweet today, usually its spicy/peppery…

I lie on his chest for a while and he says that I’ve been really good today…

I tell him I’ve been trying very hard to do everything right, but there are two….. No five things actually that I’ve done wrong…

“What are they?” he asks.

“Number one, I didn’t dry up the cutlery I put in the drawer..” (Btw, he’s pretty OCD when it comes to water!)

“Number two, when I put the cups away, I just rubbed the bottom of them on my jumper..” I hear him audibly swallow…

“Number three, I walked away from you when we were arguing…Number four, its true, I wanted you to put the rubbish out, so I could go on the computer.”(this was the start of said argument!)

“Number five, I’m thinking about sex all the time…”

“Course you are…”

We talk a while and end up playing a memory game (to stave off dementia!)

We take turns, adding a country each go – all the way to the end of the alphabet…

I’m getting really good at it. On my last turn, I run all the way through from A to Y without even a pause for breath… (God after all this time, I’m still trying to impress him!)

“Poor you! You’ve been really good, left unsatisfied and made to play a word game.”

“It’s ok,” I say, not completely sure if I mean it.

I feel uncomfortable about asking, but I’ve been thinking about it all day…

“Can you just do one thing for me before you go to sleep?”

“What is it?” he asks already getting settled.

“Please slap me for all those things that I did wrong?” He pulls my pants down under the sheets and spanks my wanting ass… Why I yearn for it I don’t know… He doesn’t do it quite hard enough – but it still feels soooo nice… I put my arms around him, rub my breasts on his back a little and feel all juicy.

I need to orgasm, but I can wait… (just!)

But love that he is confidant enough to just use me…

I guess it looks like real inequality, but its where I am right now… And I love it…

 

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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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Lots of masturbating and blowjobs…

Alot of this!

I am giving myself one hour to do a post and check some of your blogs out – which I have been so missing reading and looking at!

My husband has done his back in!!!! So I have been masturbating alot and giving many blow jobs – sometimes at the same time…

Oh the joy of pulled muscles!

 

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I can’t ever remember having makeup sex… until now…

Taken another time! After a row I don"t try to be pretty... Definitely no stockings!

 

We’d had the most enormous row… The sort of argument that brings out the worst traits…

A quarrel that makes you question if you really want to be with that person…

We used to be the sort of couple who had passionate but horrible rows. But that was years ago… We don’t play games with each other any more. I think I used to be the one who initiated friction – maybe because I got a thrill out of it. But then there comes a point where you just have to grow up – and I did! Sometimes we bicker, but nothing serious.

The most recent ‘incident’ can be added to the list of about 5 in all our time together that was truly saddening…

I’m not going to go into detail apart from to say that it was both our faults, but he came out acting much more of an idiot than me…

Later, lying next to him in bed in the darkness, tears were streaming quietly out of my eyes…

We talked some about what had happened and why…

“I don’t know how I am ever going to make it up to you.” he said…

Even though my heart was aching and dispair clouded my thoughts ‘Fuck me every night’ flicked through my mind…

“Oh come here please” he said reaching out his arms. I wanted closeness, but then again I wanted distance. I found myself laying my head on his chest. He hugged me tightly.

‘”Well, there goes that blow job” he said regretfully, but not without a touch of humor.

“Yep, I was thinking about giving you one aswell… Never mind!” (We’d fucked twice in the last few days – I’d orgasmed quite a few times but he hadn’t! So its true, I had been thinking of a nice way to give him his dues…)

We just lay there for a while until I felt something poking gently at my belly button.

“Sorry, its your breathing!” he said. I felt down towards his now very hard cock. I then felt down to his balls, which strangely seemed relatively empty… I removed my hand – maybe it was too soon… But I could feel his hot breath on me and there was definite chemistry…

His hand was on my right ass cheek and it squeezed. Then he began to spank me gently, getting closer and closer to my pussy – which is kind of one of my favorite things…

To begin with it still felt as though he shouldn’t, we shouldn’t be going so close in, so quickly – but it felt good and all the hurt and pain lifted too easily away.

“What do you want?” I asked hopefully…

“Hot sex!”

He was very big and very hard – it took my breath away when he entered. He was deep and urgent in his pounding. I had two delicious orgasms and then he withdrew…

He pushed his hard cock towards my now open mouth. I played confidently with the bulging head. I think its been a while since he was so rock hard and I was anticipating the amount of cum that was going to shoot. Already quite alot of his juices were seeping out…

We were on the bed with him kneeling. I was in front of him with my ass sticking up into the air. I’m sure it looked good from his perspective – but the angle wasn’t great for depth. I encouraged him to lie down and then I had more room for manipulation… Now I could bring him deeply in…

His cock was ramming the back of my throat, my hips moving provocatively (but not intentionally) with my mouth movements – like I’m fucking all over again.

Then I concentrated more on the head – rubbing my lips up and down its prominent rim. More pre-cum oozed out and I remark on it.

“Its like your cumming or something!” and then more seeped between my lips and down my throat…

He doesn’t cum then though – although he does seem extra hard than normal… But I guess there has been a few days of a build up for him…

5 minutes…My lips are tired…

10 minutes… My lips are numb and my neck aches… I bring him over onto his side, so that I can rest my head. He fucked my mouth.

In… out… in out.. times something like 100 (or more!)

He took the back of my head and gently controlled it.

Suddenly it was there shooting into me… cum, cum and more cum. He groaned and moaned and laughed.

I licked and sucked some more until he was totally clean and he was squirming with too much teasing.

I crawled up to him and laid my head on his chest, which I think is one of his favorite places for me.

No tears now, just some whispered kisses and thankyous.

Then sleep, sweet satisfied sleep…

Just to let you lust fueled sexy readers know, that from tomorrow lunchtime, I won’t be blogging too much over the next few weeks due to work ‘stuff’ which I have to focus on. I will be around, but not around if you know what I mean…’Please leave your comments though… I do love them! I’m sure I can make a little time to reply… ; )

 

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