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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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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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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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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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My history of enjoying pain…part one

As far as I can remember I have been masochistically inclined…

I recall seeing The King and I one Christmas aged four and wanting to be the daughter lying prostrate about to be whipped, with that long thick black vicious looking whip that Yul (my first official crush) Brynner was holding.

My parents were pretty young when they had me. I think they did a good job of raising me apart from never allowing any negative emotions to be shown. I was certainly not allowed to cry – unless I had hurt myself.

Maybe this is partly where my fascination of experiencing pain came from… A release of sorts…

Aged 8, my dad had smacked my bum for something and I ran upstairs to look at my ass to see if it was red… Sadly it wasn’t, but that evening and subsequent evenings I hit myself with a leather belt trying to make welts. There was never any feeling of self destruction with this act – just a thrilling curiosity…

It only happened a few times, but between the age of 8 and 11, my mother beat me with her hand or slipper until I was pretty hysterical. She was so angry that the only way I was able to stop her was by cuddling her and telling her that I loved her over and over again. I remember from the time of that first beating swearing to myself that I would never have children – adults shouldn’t be trusted to have them…

It took me a long time to forgive my mother – even into my adult life I held a grudge for her actions… When I asked her why she had done it – she said it was because she loved me more than anything else(!)

But isn’t that what I ultimately want in my sexual relationship now? To be pushed physically to that point where its too much and I have to beg for mercy or ‘cuddle’ into him and get fucked to show how sorry I am…

After my dad left home, I used to have these recurring dreams – awake and asleep – of having an imaginary father who would beat me for any misdoings and/or of an elder brother who would consistently be incredibly cruel to me – in all sorts of ways…

I know these things in reality would have been horrendous – but in my dreams I craved this…

My husband does have sexual sadistic tendencies towards me (thank God!), but he is far too concerned for my personal welfare to beat me into submission at every opportunity. We also have kids and it just wouldn’t be right to be physically abused in front of them. But when little eyes aren’t looking, he will push me out of the way, slap my ass, pinch my nipples, punch me in the pussy, grab my hair and shove my face into his cock,  slap my cheek with his hand – or with his hard cock, hit me with a belt until I have the marks to show for it, shove open my legs to ram his cock in, make me lick his asshole, make me stand in an awkward position so my ass sticks out for him…

Long may this glorious fucking life continue…

 

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I worry that I will be repulsed…

Ooh, no knickers!

He’d had a really short haircut. We were joking around during the day – lots of salutes and ‘yes captains’.

He did look kind of dashing in a soldierish sort of way.

Yes we do have a few sick cruel army fantasies going on, but we’d already been up the night before till 1.30am fucking. I actually thought/felt it would be a good idea to get some sleep…

As usual, I get to bed a little before him, couldn’t find any knickers to wear, and fall asleep. When he comes up, he pulls the covers off and slaps each ass cheek very hard.

“Mmm, marks!” he says going off to brush his teeth.

I shiver, its so bloody cold here, as I pull the covers back up over me. I roll over onto my back – possibly to protect my ass…

On his next entrance he rips the duvet off again.

“Open!” I’m sure I detect a more dictatorial voice than normal… He taps my sleepy yet willing legs and I obediently comply.Three hard hits to my pussy makes me catch my breath.

“Why are you so wet?” he asks in an accusing, yet self assured voice.

I still think that we may have a quiet night. He sometimes torments me to such a point of being turned on and then goes to sleep…

He flicks each nipple and slaps my ass some more.

“Are you going to get me a condom or what?!” (Definitely an order!) I reach down to the floor by my side of the bed and of course I have to linger with my bare ass sticking up, a little longer than necessary. I am rewarded with a couple more smacks.

Condom on and he’s quickly on top of me pushing in.

After a few thrusts he suddenly spits at me full in the face. I’m not normally shocked – but this is certainly  one of those moments. He’s pinned my arms above my head, so I wipe my face on his vest sleeve.

“Open your mouth!”

“Whaaat?”

“Open your mouth!” He spits into it. Just before he does and I realize what he is about to do, I worry that I will be repulsed… But its fine – not unlike swallowing cum  – but a different texture.

He’s very very hard – so its definitely done something for him…

I’m actually really happy with routine if it satisfies us both, but its also very exciting to be totally shocked and at this very moment I’m reeling in it.

“I order you to cum”! Ooh, definitely a sergeant’s voice!

I have to put some effort into orgasming tonight. A couple of evenings ago he massaged my clit to quite a few climaxes (and then I had to rub a few more out). Whenever I self pleasure alot – penetrative sex orgasms aint so easy to cum by for a few days.

Anyway, trying for me means drawing up my pelvic floor muscles – which must be nice for him. With some effort it does take 5 minutes or so to go over the edge and then the next two are fairly sweet and easy…

To cut a medium story short (don’t want to lose you!) I’m just about to go for a forth when he gets a bad cramp in his leg. We have to stop and withdraw.

He recovers and wanders around the house looking for his wank cloth.

Earlier my two youngest had the job of putting away laundry – now we can’t find various items…

He comes back to bed empty handed. I offer him a pair of my silky knickers, but he declines. I begin to think of giving him a blow job, but mid thought I fall asleep…

Looks like I owe him…

 

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