Whispers

It has been a very long while since I participated in Wicked Wednesday. In fact it has been a long while since I wrote any fiction. I am glad that I decided to challenge myself for the six weeks of  the Christmas Holidays. I hope you also enjoy my first piece of fiction in a long time.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us mum?” Alex’s piercing blue eyes shone with excitement as he looked up at his mother. Clare’s heart welled up as she reached down and stroked her son’s hair. 

“No,” she replied gently, “Mummy has a few things she needs to do this afternoon. I am sure that you will have a great time watching The Avengers with Aunty Sue.” She glanced over at her younger sister who replied with a wry smile. Sue was the tomboy of the family and nothing pleased her more than introducing her nephew to the joys of superhero movies and their gratuitous violence. 

“C’mon mate,” she reached for Alex’s hand, “we need to give ourselves enough time to get popcorn and frozen cokes.”

And with that they were gone. For a moment Clare stood stock still in the middle of her kitchen listening to the sound of the car reversing down the driveway before an unusual hush fell over the house. The walls that reverberated all day with Alex’s constant chatter and noisy play fell silent, the toys that were strewn over the lounge room floor seemed to collapse into an exhausted stupor. Clare assessed the state of the kitchen, breakfast and lunch dishes were stacked on the sink waiting for the dishwashing fairy to come and deal with them. Instinctively Clare moved towards the sink but a whisper of something at the back of her mind drew her attention to the swimming pool outside. Warm sun glinted on the water and for some reason she noticed the sun lounger sitting empty beside the pool. In her mind the whisper became louder, urging her to ignore her chores. 

A feeling of lethargy came over her and Clare began to feel like the toys in the lounge room; spent and empty of energy from being constantly in the presence of an excitable four year old. The sun lounger beckoned and Clare found herself moving towards the back door. Without consciously deciding she opened the sliding door and stepped out into the entertaining area. She paused for a moment beside the table to deposit her house dress and white t-shirt bra. Without thinking she hooked her thumbs into the waist of her knickers but caught herself in time. Nervously she glanced at the gap in the hedge that gave her a clear view of her neighbour’s deck, of course no one was home. What sane person would be home in the middle of the day? The whispering voice in her urged her to be naked in the sun. Without another moment’s contemplation she complied. 

The sun was delicious warming her skin, reminding her of days spent lying on beaches without having to worry about a child. Her nipples hardened as a sneaky breeze caressed her skin, unconsciously she opened her thighs slightly and let tbreeze caress her inner thighs. Her mind drifted away to unfamiliar eroticism. Her neighbour appeared at her side kneeling on the pavers beside her whispering in her ear. She couldn’t really hear what he was saying but the feel of his hot breath on her neck made her lift her hips towards him. His whispers became clearer,

“Such beautiful breasts,” his hand stroked the skin on the side of her breast before he trailed his fingers towards her firm, erect nipple. He took the dark pink peak between his finger and thumb and squeezed it gently. A jolt of sensation shot from her breast through her belly and a small gasp escaped her lips. 

“Such beautiful sensitive nipples,” he pitched her again, harder this time, before pulling her peak upwards, the sensation was intense and Clare found herself squirming on the warm plastic of the sun bed. Between her thighs she felt a a slow throb. As if he read her thoughts her neighbour trailed his fingers downwards over the small mound of her belly to stroke her thighs upwards. Her hips arched upwards, urging him closer to her throbbing cunt. With a small smile he teased her, stroking the mound of hair above her slit and tracing the line of her labia, wetness trickled out of her and a single word escaped her lips,

“Please,” she wanted to grasp his hand and shove it inside her but he held her wrist firmly.

“You have such nice manners,” his voice was hot on her neck before he bent down and touched her nipple with his toungue. As he lowered his lips down over her aureola his finger slid inside her opening teasing the sensitive spot just inside before sliding upwards over her swollen throbbing folds to gently touch her hard clit. He circled his finger around her clit before dipping it back into her well, juices flowed out of her covering his hand. 

“Someone is very horny,” his voice was almost a purr in her ear before he stood up beside her. He really was a magnificent man, his bare chest glistened in the sun as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his green board shorts and slid them down over his narrow hips. Jutting out in front of his his cock was tipped with a small bead of moisture.

“See what you do to me,” he grinned down at her.

Clare was unable to think of anything to say she reached up and touched the tip of his cock, smearing the slippery liquid over the sensitive head. It was his turn to moan in pleasure as her hand gripped the warm hardness of his shaft. Her hand moved up and down pulling him towards her. For a few moments he allowed his cock to touch her lips, long enough for her tongue to taste the saltiness of his pre-cum before he pulled away to kneel between her thighs. He rested his cock against her opening teasing her before he slid himself slowly inside her filling her hungry wet cunt. The slow filling sent intense sensations shooting through her before he touched her clit with his thumb. 

She could hear his rough breathing matching her own small moans of pleasure as he thrust into her in time with the circling of his thumb around her clit. Pressure was building in both of them she could hear his breathing become rougher as he thruster harder and faster. Her hips arched upwards towards him pressing her clit against the slap of his belly .his fingers gripped her hips breaching her against his strength. Suddenly he held her firmly against him as he groaned in pleasure, in her cunt she could feel the throbbing of his cock as it emptied cum into her hungry cunt. A slight touch from his thumb sent her over the edge with him, moaning and writhing through the intense orgasm. 

A screen door slammed. Clare’s eyes flew open. Groggily she looked around slowly coming to the realisation that it had been a dream. Her thighs were slick with moisture, testament to how vivid the fantasy had been. Feeling slightly guilty she glanced through the gap in the hedge. Standing on the deck holding beer and gazing out into his back yard stood her neighbour, clad only in a pair of green board shorts. 

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Wish You Were Here

Dear Fireman,

I wish you were here with Mr Jones and me today sailing in one of the most beautiful places in the world enjoying the stunning Queensland weather. 

If you were here you could fish with Mr Jones. You would never be thirsty or want for anything. I would serve you drinks and food dressed in a light cotton dress. At first you wouldn’t realise that I wasn’t wearing anything underneath until you brush against me and you feel the softness of my breasts. Your curiosity will be aroused, making you watch me as I walk towards Mr Jones to fetch him another beer. The breeze catches my dress and lifts it just far enough for you to catch a glimpse of my butt. You are still not sure so you watch me as I take a seat on the couch and pick up my book.

Suddenly fishing doesn’t seem so interesting. You put your rod in the holder and without saying a word you are kneeling at the edge of the day bed. You grab my ankles and pull me over to you before you spread my knees apart. My naked pussy smiles up at you, confirming what you already knew. 

“Were you going to tell me that you weren’t wearing anything under there?” You ask even as your thumb is sliding into my slit testing the wetness there. 

It is hard for me to reply but I manage a small, “Maybe,” 

You aren’t listening, instead you have buried your face between my legs stroking the moist folds of skin, tasting my juice. Mr Jones is oblivious to what is happening even as I start to catch my breath and feel the little sounds of pleasure rising in my throat. You slip a finger into my opening while your tongue teases my clit, gently, the exact way I like it; demanding but not too hard. The first spasm is small but you are rewarded with a tiny squirt of juice which you suck eagerly from me. You put your hands around my hips holding me firmly against your mouth hungry for more juice. It is not long before you are rewarded. Your tongue and fingers work their magic until you have had your fill. You pull away from me and wipe me from your chin.

“You are such a good girl,” you say as your fingers pull open your shorts to reveal your strong, hard cock. 

My whole concentration is focussed on your cock and you know that I am starving to feel it’s soft skin sliding over my lips until you are pushing yourself against the back of my mouth. You step forward and cradle my head in your hand teasing the tip of your cock over my lips. Out of the corner of your eye you see Mr Jones watching you. An urge to push yourself past my lips and fuck my mouth is very strong but you fight it as you look back into my hungry eyes. You want to tease me, to revel in the knowledge that I am starving to worship your cock completely. Knowing that my husband is watching is an intense turn on for you, almost more than having a woman so willing to suck you. 

Eventually you cannot hold back any more and you succumb to the urge to push yourself into my mouth. You are not dissapointed, my tongue swirls over your cock and my lips press down. I suck you eagerly as if you are about to feed me the drug I have been starving for. I wrap my arms around your hips so that I can press my face against you and you feel the tiny spasm that tells you I am gagging on you. It doesn’t stop me, I take a breath and then I am sucking you again, teasing your head before taking as much of your length into my mouth as I can. My body wriggles uncontrollably as you groan in pleasure. 

Your nose catches a slight scent of my arousal and you reluctantly withdraw from my mouth. Without speaking, and acutely aware that my husband is watching you intently you flip me over on all fours so that my glistening, wet oussy is beckoning you. You catch a glimpse of Mr Jones’ bulging pants and for a moment you want to feel his cock in your mouth but my naked pussy is pushing against you, demanding to be filled. For a moment you rest your cock against my opening before sliding into the warm wet depths. It is like a homecoming. For a moment you stop, holding yourself inside me but you cannot stop yourself from starting to fuck. 

At first you take slow strokes enjoying the feeling of sliding completely out before pushing yourself back in to me. Without looking you know that my husband’s eyes are fixed on your cock and you turn slightly to give him a better view of your cock fucking my glistening wet pussy. After a few strokes you become lost in the feeling of me. Your excitement is threatening to get out of control and overwhelm you but you are not ready to cum yet. You turn your attention back to my ass and increase the pace of your strokes. Your hands grip the side of my hips, steadying me against you, controlling the speed and depth of your strokes. 

Underneath you I am sucked in to the intensity of the situation, I watch my husband’s face as he watches you fuck his wife and and I can feel your excitement building. I know I am teetering on the edge of that feeling of never wanting to stop fucking. The blissful feeling of never quite getting enough cock and always being ready to take more is overwhelming; but another need is also building in me. I am starting to crave your cum. I can feel your orgasm building and it makes me crave the feeling of your cum covering my ass and dripping down my pussy. My ass pushes against your belly asking to be covered with your warm cum. You know that is what I want, you also know that is what my husband wants. You know that he will step in as soon as you cover my ass and pussy to lick your cum from me before he puts his own cock into me to add his own stamp on me. 

Concentrating intently you hold off as long as you can. But that is not long. Soon the feeling is too strong and you whisper to both of us, 

“Are you ready?”

I can only manage a whimper but Mr Jones answers for both of us, “yes.” He has stripped off his clothing and his cock is jutting out in front of him as he leans forward to watch. He doesn’t have to wait long, after several strokes you pull out of me. I have just long enough to register a feeling of loss before I feel your warm cum splashing over my ass and pussy. You cum hard and I feel splashes on my thighs. Your hands grip me tightly until the first spasms pass and then gradually you release until you are leaning on me, breathing heavily. I hold myself still not wanting to disturb the pattern your cum has made on me until you lie down on the bed beside me to make way for Mr Jones to inspect your handiwork. 

He doesn’t dissapoint, wasting no time before he is bending over me touching your cum and smearing it around before he places his finger into his mouth to taste you. I hear the smacking of his lips before I feel his cock stroking through your cum and teasing around my opening. I know he won’t be able to control himself for much longer and my suspicions are confirmed. His cock slides into my familiar opening covered with your unfamiliar juice. I groan in excitement and push back against him in the same way that I did to you. Inviting his cum to fill me. I do not have to wait long. 

Afterwards we rest together watching the sun dip towards the horizon. A cool breeze blows over us covering us with the salt smell of the ocean. It would be easy to think that our play was over for the day but all of us know that this is just the beginning. 

You Have a Nice Cock

This is a fictional story based on an experience a friend shared with me recently 

“You have a great cock, I would love to suck it,” 

These are words that every man dreams of hearing just not from the mouth of perfect stranger standing behind you in a public toilet. When John heard them he was unsure if he had heard correctly.  It seemed so totally random. For long moments he stood, his cock in his hand staring at the wall of the urinal. He was afraid of what he would see if he turned around. But he was also afraid of what he would see if he didn’t. There were many things that he had fantasised about in his life but a man sucking his cock was not one of them. Men had never featured in any of his fantasies.  

 But now here he was standing in a public toilet holding his cock and considering a proposal from a perfect stranger whose face he hadn’t even seen yet. The thinking part of his brain told him to put his cock back in his pants and walk away into the park outside to continue his run but as with so many things in his life his cock betrayed him. He felt the stirring in his groin and then the twitch against his palm even before his mind registered a slight curiosity.

“Go on,” the unseen man behind him urged, “I suck cock good.”

How would a guy suck a cock? The thought was so unexpected that John almost had a physical reaction. Nothing could have stopped him from turning around to look at the owner of the voice. 

He was young, clean shaven and good looking in the kind of way that teenage girls find attractive. The earnestness in his eyes surprised John. He was like a puppy wanting to please. Without speaking John moved his hand offering his now fully erect cock to this young clean shaven stranger. Within moments he found himself looking down at the top of his head as the young man kneeled in front of him and slid his lips down over his hard shaft. 

The sensation was familiar and foreign at the same time. The man wrapped his hand around his ass pulling Johns entire length into his mouth. John felt the head of his cock connect with the back of the man’s throat, something he had never experienced before. Slowly he withdrew his lips, sliding them wetly up his shaft to twirl his tongue over the head of John’s cock. John staggered against the wall of the toilet unable to fully support his weight. 

Leaning against the wall, gripping the sink, feeling the pressure of his nails against the porcelain John gave himself over to the insane sensations that were washing over him. For a split second he thought he heard the sound of a footstep. He had never even thought of what would happen if someone walked in on them, but it was nothing. The stranger hadn’t even noticed. He just kep right on worshipping John’s cock in a way that was unlike any woman. John’s fears vanished and he felt himself immersed in the sheer pleasure of the younger man’s lips on his cock. 

Involuntarily he found himself thrusting against the stranger’s mouth wanting to grip the back of his head and shove himself deep into his throat the way he would fuck a pussy. It was one of the best head jobs of his life. Surprisingly he felt the pressure of an orgasm building in his groin. A flicker of panic welled up in him. What was the protocol? Could he cum in this guy’s mouth? Was that OK? John knew that when he came it would be hard. For fun he had learned how to shoot his cum into his own mouth and he didn’t mind how he tasted, but women often had an issue with it. Did other guys?  

As if he sensed John’s conflict the stranger slid his lips off John’s cock and looked up at him for a moment, 

“I want to taste your cum.” His voice was earnest and his eyes pleading. John could sense the fear of rejection that was strong in him and, strangely, it comforted him. He still couldn’t speak but he nodded his consent. A flicker of pure pleasure passed through the stranger’s eyes and he eagerly returned to the object of his affection.

John could not suppress a groan of pleasure as the lips slid down over his shaft again, enveloping it in warmth and wetness. His tongue swirled over the head of John’s cock and he sucked the tip firmly for a few seconds before sinking his lips deeper and wrapping his arms greedily around John’s hips. John could feel his hunger for cum and strangely it stirred him deeper than he ever expected. Suddenly the pressure to cum was back, stronger than before. This time John didn’t fight it, but he held back for a little while, he wasn’t ready for this surreal experience to be over so quickly. The stranger sucked him even deeper, saliva had built up around his lips and it made a slick sound as he moved his head back and forth. He made little whimpering noises as he sucked and John felt the slight grazing of his teeth over his shaft. Every sensation felt magnified, time seemed to have stopped and John felt almost as if he could step out his own body. 

Finally he couldn’t hold back. The intense heat of his orgasm washed over him and he felt his cum jetting out of him against the back of the stranger’s throat. Greedily the stranger sucked every drop of his juice down giving little moans of pleasure as he sucked. John leaned heavily against the wall, breathing hard as the orgasm continued to twitch through him. For the first time he noticed the stranger wanking himself. 

As the last fragments of orgasm ebbed away the stranger let John’s cock slide out of his lips and stood up beside him. Facing the wall he leaned one hand against the top of the urinal while his other hand worked frantically over his cock. John watched, fascinated. He had never seen a man wank himself before and it was strangely compelling. 

For a brief moment he wondered what it would be like to return the favour and suck him dry just as he had been just moments before. But it was clear that this was not what the stranger wanted. For a moment their eyes met. The pleading look had disappeared and was replaced by drunken lust. 

“See how horny you made me,” the stranger murmured, “Watch me cum.” 

The lust in his eyes was compelling, John couldn’t stop himself from looking down at the hand working over the cock. He was unsure of what made a cock attractive but to him this one looked full proud and a little tasty. He became aware of the stranger’s heavy breathing as the speed of his strokes increased. Then everything went still as the orgasm wracked him. Cum jetted out of the stranger’s cock and hit the wall of the urinal as he gave soft grunts of pleasure. 

For a few moments the stranger leant over the urinal breathing heavily. His now flaccid cock slipped out of his fingers and a sticky string of cum stretched between the stranger’s fingers and his cock. John was rooted to the spot, unsure of the protocol. He responded to the strong urge to cover himself and, slightly dazed, he pulled up his shorts and straightened his t-shirt. 

“Thank – you,” the stranger followed his lead and adjusted his own clothing before turning and leaving. Still not sure how or exactly what had just happened John followed him out into the park. The sun was shining, noisy shouts of children enjoying the climbing frame nearby reached John’s ears bringing him back to reality. For a few moments he stood watching a woman jog past him with a dog following on a lead. Looking like a regular jogger, but with his mind spinning madly John went back to his jog.  

Cuckhold

Urban Dictionary, that internet repository of popular wisdom gives several different definitions for the term cuckhold. This is my favourite one;

A husband or long term boyfriend who either likes to watch his wife with other men or is forced to watch. Often there are different levels of humiliation involved such as chastity, financial, sissification, etc. Terms surrounding cuckold include cuckolded, hotwife, bull, lover, etc.

I don’t like to think of myself as having a ‘type’ but when considering prospective partner there are a few characteristics that are known weaknesses. One of them is baldness, another is size. Not just penis size but physical size. I am not a short woman, nor am I slender but on the odd occasion that I meet a man who can manhandle me…. well you get the picture. One of the first men I met on my journey into non-monogamy was such a man, but we digress. 

Big Al is one such man. He doesn’t have the height of others in my past but he has the breadth and physical strength. He is or was a fireman, did I mention the two uniforms that I find the most attractive are firemen and the high visibility type that miners and road construction workers wear? 

I met him on an internet dating site. The details aren’t important but what is important is that after a while we met in person at a meet and greet evening. Of course the group we were with ended up at a strip club. It was my first visit to such a venue and I was a little preoccupied with observing the technique of professional pole dancers but not so much that I could ignore him. The vibe of the evening was unusual for us (meaning Mr and Mrs Jones). We are used to swingers clubs where everything is on the table but even though this was a self proclaimed group of swingers we were still a little unsure of the signals. Maybe it was because we were in a mainstream venue I am not sure but I managed to communicate my interest, to the bemusement of the dancer who was talking to us. He had communicated his but that night was not the right time. 

The right time came later after some negotiations, otherwise known as flirting. We found ourselves in a hotel room, thanks to an unexpected last minute house guest. To start with things seemed awkward, I guess he wasn’t used to the concept of “hello let’s fuck” but after two years of meeting Pet in a hotel room I kind of expect to get jumped as soon as I walked in the door. We kissed in the doorway of the bathroom and then somehow went from fully clothed and standing upright to me in a bikini and him in boxers. There was some discussion of checking out the hotel pool until I asked the question “Really? You want to swim?”

Then he was kneeling between my legs as I sprawled on the bed. He pulled aside the crotch of my bikini so that he could examine me before he started to run his tongue around my cunt. He was good, there is nothing like the feel of a tongue giving just the right pressure, he held my hips and explored deeper as I writhed in response to him. I could feel the buildup of pressure but I fought it. I wasn’t sure if he knew what to expect. Despite my best efforts I felt s small jet of warm liquid escape, his response was to to grip me harder and bury his face deeper. I relaxed a little and let more of my juice squirt into his mouth, he drank it all greedily before licking me clean and standing over me telling me what a good girl I was. 

Another trigger point. This man seemed to be ticking so many boxes, I didn’t have a hope. I sat up and removed the last of my clothingas he pulled down his shorts. His cock was hard as a rock and stuck out straight in front of him. I pulled him towards me so that I could explore him with my lips and tongue, swilling my tongue around the head of his cock before sliding my lips down his warm velvety shaft. My throat opened slightly as I pressed my lips against his belly holding his entire length inside my mouth for a moment before I started moving up and down his cock alternating between taking his entire length in my mouth and gripping his shaft with one hand while I teased his head. 

His excitement infected me as I sucked him I could not resist humping the bed like a dog in heat. Everything was so sexy and I was so caught up in everything. We separated for a moment and he suggested a breather but I couldnt stop. I rolled over and out my ass in the air demanding without words a good hard fucking. I wanted to be pounded with the cock that I had sucked so well. 

He didn’t dissapoint. He filled me with his cock, holding my hips as he eased himself into me. The room was filled with the sound of my groans of pleasure. His balls slapped against my clit in time with his thrusts sending small shudders of pleasure through me. I felt myself becoming engulfed by his power and strength. It was what I had been searching for without realising. I felt complete.

After a couple of sharp slaps on my arse he eased himself out of me and pulled me on top of him. For a moment we wrestled as he tried to slide his cock inside me, I resisted playing his cock over my clit triggering small gushes of liquid that covered his belly and slid down over his hips to leave we spots on the bed. He loved it grunting with pleasure and encouraging me to cover him in my juices. 

“We need to send your Hubby some pictures of you being fucked by your Bull.” He said.

I reached for my phone and handed it to him unlocking it so that he could take pics. For longer than I expected he gave instructions about looking at him and complimenting me on the way my hair fell. I ground my hips into his filling myself with his cock and moaning with pleasure. Subconsciously I leaned back putting pressure on my G-spot triggering a jet of liquid over his belly. His arousal reverberated through me awakening a desire to feel his orgasm. It is like a primal urge in me the desire to watch an man’s face as he climaxes inside me. The sensation of his climax often triggers my own.

This time it wasn’t to be. We were new lovers and things were a little awkward still. Sometimes these things take a little practise. I was rewarded with a view of his cum jetting out of his cock towards my mouth as he wanked himself to full climax. I slid my lips down over his shaft letting his cum fill my mouth and slide down my throat. He seemed to climax forever. Just when he was still and I thought he was done another spasm would shudder through him. I had not seen multiple orgasms in a man since my experiences with Mr Fix It. It was a beautiful thing to see such decadent pleasure in a man and to know that I was the reason that he was reaching those heights. Quickly I snapped a photo of his cum dripping down my chin to send to my husband to let him know that I was covered in another man’s cum. If he had been there I would have kissed him and filled his mouth with Big Al’s cum to let him taste the sweetness of him. Maybe next time. 

The Washing Basket Part 2

Several months ago I posted The Washing Basket Part One  of a story and only just realised that I left you all hanging. As part of my Christmas holiday clean up here is part two. You may need to refresh your memory of part one and you can do that by going here.

“So,” her voice crackled like ice across the room sending a chill down his spine. Automatically his eyes travelled to the space under the bed where he knew she kept her implements. His buttocks twitched under the skirt, inside her panties; HER panties. The look on her face left him in no doubt, she was not impressed and he would be punished. Deep inside a little flutter of excitement made itself felt tempered only the slightest bit by fear. What would his punishment be? It had been a long time since he had felt the sting of her palm on his bare buttocks but something in her tone, the way she held herself and the light in her eyes told him that he was going to be receiving something much more than a mere spanking. 

“I see that you managed to amuse yourself while you were waiting for me.” Her eyebrow raised. Howard was not fooled. He knew that glint, guilt flushed through him, he had betrayed her trust. Maybe she wouldn’t merely punish him in the way that balanced on the fine border between pleasure and pain. Maybe the consequences for his adventure would be more serious. The elation he had felt at the thought of a punishment evaporated and the cold chill of fear settled in his belly.

“Do you like wearing women’s clothing then Pet?” She walked towards him slowly. For the first time he noticed the collar in her hand. His heart skipped a beat, she did intend to punish rather than banish. She stopped in front of him, and stood for a few moments looking into his eyes. Her expression was unreadable. For a few moments he looked back at her hungrily, it had been weeks since he had seen her and he wanted to take in every detail of her face but her eyes held him captive. 

Placing the collar around his neck, she broke the spell, “You haven’t answered my question.” She whispered as she fastened the buckle, smoothing the strap and making sure it sat comfortably on him.

His throat felt as if it had closed up, “Yes Miss,” he managed to reply in a hoarse whisper.

She snapped the lead into the ring at the front of his collar, “And so you thought you would wear my clothes,” she pulled his head downwards so that his face was pushed against the bed. Every nerve in his ass was stretching out of his skin, straining to feel what was coming next. He felt the fabric of the dress being lifted upwards to expose the white cotton of her knickers stretched over his buttocks. The crack of her palm against him filled the room, the sting shot a tingle of pleasure/ pain up his body making him grunt into the bed. 

“Did you like the feeling of the dress over your cock?” She asked as she rubbed her hand over the place she had just slapped sending more tingles through him. When he didn’t reply immediately she clenched her fist digging her nails into his skin.

“Yes Miss,” his voice came easier this time even though his body was coiled with tension waiting for the next blow.

He was not disappointed, a second and third sting resounded through his body before he felt tension in the lead as she bent down to pull her case from underneath the bed. With the sting of her palm slowly fading he listened intently to the sounds of her snapping open the lock and rummaging through her implements. He heard several things being placed on the bed beside him. He desperately wanted to turn his head and see what she had put there but even more he did not want to interrupt the flow of what she had in her mind. Resolutely he kept his face planted into the bed. 

Her hand smoothed over his ass again before she pulled the leg of the knickers across into his ass crack. The elastic cut into him, squeezing his testicles together and stretching the fabric tight over his engorged cock. “Did my knickers feel nice over your cock pet?” She asked as she scraped her nails over the mark her hand had left.

This time he didn’t hesitate, “Oh yes Miss,” he almost wriggled in pleasure as he remembered the feeling of her dried juice scraping against his cock. 

The sting of her palm on his bare skin was so much more intense than her hear earlier blows. “You dirty, dirty boy.” She replied. There was a pause as she bent down and picked up her small whip and then another intense flash of pain as she flicked the thin ribbons of leather over his bare red ass cheek. His grunt of pain was echoed loudly across the room. 

“If you like dressing like a woman then maybe you deserve to be treated like one,” she spoke through her teeth as she flogged him several more times. Howard clenched his fists beside his hips, his ass felt like it was it was on fire and he was starting to wonder if this would be the day that she pushed him too far. As always though she stopped just as he was reaching that point. 

Her hands left his body and Howard found himself straining his hearing to determine what she was doing. There was the riiip sound of Velcro tabs being adjusted. Her first touch was cold and wet as she slipped her finger into his ass. He gave a small moan of pleasure in response. 

“I think if you want to dress like a woman then you should be fucked like one,” she pushed his legs apart and moved between them. Howard held his breath as he felt himself being opened by the dong she was wearing in front of her. The elastic of her panties pulled even more tightly over his scrotum and kept his cock even more constrained but he didn’t care. Every sense was focussed to the pleasure of his ass being stretched and she pushed herself deeper into him. Finally her pubic bone came to rest against his ass.

She stood resting part of her weight against him with the plastic dildo buried in his ass for a few moments, ” would you like it hard and fast like this,” she pulled out of him and plunged back in, slapping against his ass several times. Her hands gripped his hips tightly distracting him briefly from the intense feeling of being fucked. Suddenly she stopped, holding herself still with the tip of the dildo resting against his hungry asshole. He almost cried out in desperation as the sensation of pleasure drained from him. She was so still he could almost imagine she had left the room.

“Please,” he whimpered, fretting that she was going to withdraw from him and that she would leave him like that, crashing down from the heights of his pleasure. 

Then she pushed herself into him ever so slowly, sliding in stretching his ass open ever so slowly until her hips were resting against his ass again. 

“Or slow like this.” Her fingers gripped his hips as she began to penetrate him ever so slowly. The sensation was surprisingly intense, as if she were stretching out his pleasure making him ache for more but at the same time frightened of her slamming into him. 

“I don’t know,” he whispered, unable to think in terms of his desires. He wanted it all; all of her and every piece of pleasure or pain she desired to give him. He was completely at her mercy. 

“I like it fast,” she decided slamming her hips against his ass. 

The room was filled with the sound of her slapping against him and his groans of pleasure. He could feel the orgasm building up. He tried to dismiss it but the intensity of it was almost too much for him. Suddenly he felt a sting of her palm against his skin. For a millisecond the pressure of his orgasm was gone, but then she slapped him again. He was so lost in his experience that he couldn’t tell the difference between pain and pleasure. Every stroke from her cock, every slap of her palm, the cutting sensation of her knickers around his balls, everything was just sensation layered upon sensation. 

“You like being fucked like a woman?” She asked harshly in between slaps.

“I do, Miss, I do.” He replied with heartfelt fervour. 

“You are a dirty, dirty boy.” She slapped him again, harder. “I should tie you up somewhere and invite all my friends around so that they can all come and fuck that slutty, dirty ass of yours,” the image of being treated like a plaything for Miss and her friends was almost too much for him.

“Please Miss,” he whimpered, gritting his teeth to keep control of his body. Involuntarily he pulled away from her to prevent his orgasm.

Angrily she flipped him over and stood over him while he sat on the bed. “Suck my cock and wank yourself until you cum.” She commanded. The look in her eyes sent a small quiver through him. He didn’t argue. As he put his lips around her rubber cock he could feel the buzz of the vibrator sitting against her cunt. Se watched his hand wrap around his cock and begin to stroke intently. Her body spasmed slightly and a trickle of moisture ran down her leg. It was too much he let go of himself and groaned loudly as his cum jetted out of him covering his belly and his hands.

A Walk in the Park

As she pulled into the car park Lisa quickly scanned the area. She had guessed that it would be deserted during the day but something like that was never certain. It was a public park after all. There was only one vehicle parked several spaces down from her. A white twin cap ute with a large number on the side. The type that are used in mines and construction sites. Her heart thumped in her chest. It had to be his. The urge to flee welled up in her for a moment. It was one thing to fantasise about this kind of thing, another to actually be here in a park waiting for your lover to come and take you on an adventure. 
With fluttering nerves in her stomach she checked her hair in the rear view mirror and then forced her wobbly legs to stand up beside her car. Her guess had been right, it was his car. He emerged as the same time as her. Gravel crunched under her feet as she walked over towards him.

“Hello,” she was surprised that her voice worked. 

“Hello,” he smiled down at her sending a wave of heat through her body. Not for the first time that day Lisa was aware of her cunt throbbing between her legs. Brent reached down and took her hand, “Let’s go for a walk and see what we can find shall we?” There was a glint in his eyes that reassured her that this was not going to be an innocent walk in the park. Between her legs she became aware of a hot wetness to accompany the aching throb caused by the feeling of his body against hers. 

They came to a deck overlooking a small lake. Egrets dabbled around in the shallows and further out a pair of ducks swam peacefully. 

“Nice place,” Brent commented as he put his arms around Lisa and bent down to kiss her lips. Heat melted through her entire body as she felt herself surrounded by his body. The quiet power of his large frame almost overwhelmed her, she was entirely putty in his arms, completely at his mercy. Still kissing her he moved her around so that she was resting against the railing of the deck. His hand travelled down her back and over her arse, seeking the hem of her dress. Eagerly she opened her legs, inviting him to touch her wherever he pleased. 

He did not disappoint, without hesitation his hand found the waist of her panties and slipped down over her mound to enter her slick wet slit. She whimpered against his mouth as he stroked her lightly, all the while keeping her pressed against him with his other arm. 

“Someone is a bit excited,” he whispered, looking down at her intently. The heat in Lisa’s body was matched by the fire she saw in his eyes. In response, she pressed her hand against the front of his jeans.

“I think we both are,” she responded with a sly grin. 

“Lets see where this path goes,” he took her hand and led her into the bush. Behind them Lisa thought that she heard the crunch of a footstep. She wanted to look over her shoulder but she didn’t want to alert Brent to the secret she shared with her husband. Beside the track they had followed was a convenient log, Brent sat down and pulled her towards him so that she was standing in front of him. His hand stroked the inside of her leg as his fingers worked their way inside the elastic of her panties. Automatically Lisa parted her knees and let out a sigh of anticipation. She was not dissapointed his fingers worked their way into her dripping wet cunt. 

“If you weren’t wearing any panties I could out my tongue in there,” he whispered urgently. 

“I can fix that,” she replied equally as urgently wriggling her arse as her knickers hit the ground. 

Brent reached down, picked them up and stuffed them into the pocket of his jeans, “For later,” he grinned before he lifted the hem of her skirt to slide his tongue into her slit. Lisa let out a throaty groan as he teased her swollen throbbing clit. Her fingers gripped the back of his head, pushing his face against her pussy. For a moment she opened her eyes, long enough to catch a glimpse of a familiar figure standing against a tree about 50 meters away from them. She smiled seductively at him allowing herself to fantasise for a moment about what would be waiting for her at home tonight. 

The feeling of a finger slipping inside her brought Lisa’s attention quickly back to the present. Her knees parted further and she looked down into a pair of intently burning eyes. “I think you need something else to fill that space,” he commented as his fingers fucked her slowly. She had lost the ability to speak properly, but she managed a nod in response. 

Quickly Brent unzipped his jeans and lifted his hips to free his cock. Unable to stop herself Lisa bent down and slid her lips down over his velvety warm shaft. Her tongue swirled around the head of his erection before she took a second stroke sinking her lips down as far as she could. The head of his cock pressed against her throat but she welcomed the feeling of her throat being filled. She held her mouth there for as long as she could before he lifted her away. 

“I want to fuck you,” he said simply as he rolled a condom down his cock before he grasped her around her hips and guided her down on to him. 

As the tip of his cock touched her cunt he gripped her harder resisting her motion downwards. The urge to slam him inside her was strong and she fought him for a moment. 

“This is the best part,” he whispered, “feel it.” 

There was a faint sheen of sweat on his forehead as he struggled to control himself as well as her. Slowly he slid her down on to him the wet folds of her cunt opened over him, welcoming his hot cock as it filled her. When he was fully inside her he held her still on his lap twitching his cock inside her. 

“The only thing that would make this better would be if your husband was watching,” He said. 

The look on his face made Lisa wonder for a moment if he had guessed the setup she had planned. Did he know her husband was back there loitering beside a tree watching them? 

Brent moved her hips rocking the hardness of his cock against her g spot. Suddenly it didn’t matter all that mattered was the cock inside her, the strong arms around her and the pleasure that was coursing through her body. She struggled to be quiet conscious that anyone could happen along and find them but in the end she didn’t care she just wanted to be fucked, hard. 

She wasn’t disappointed. 

The Washing Basket – Part 1

The prompt for this week’s Wicked Wednesday is “Ode to your favourite sex toy”. I started out to write a piece of erotica based around a toy I recently used for the first time and have become quite enamoured with but I got a little caught up in a fantasy shared with me and the story has grown quite large. My submission this week is the first instalment of the story. 

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As he turned the key in the lock Howard was gripped by the feeling that he was doing something wrong. It didn’t deter him; instead it enticed him further. The door swung open and he stepped over the threshold. His hear pounded in his ears as he made his way through the living area towards her bedroom. Around him were signs of ordinary life, a stray breakfast bowl in the sink of the kitchen, and an open homework book lay beside an iPad on the kitchen table. For a fleeting moment he was reminded that this was where she did all the ordinary things every day with her family: cooking meals, supervising homework, discussing bills and dentist appointments with her husband. But these thoughts flitted out of his head as quickly as they had come. His visit wasn’t about that, the everyday version was not the version he was here to see, when he saw her she wasn’t that person, she was someone else entirely.

He paused in the open bedroom door taking a moment to savour the feeling of anticipation building in him. Like the kitchen the bedroom held traces of ordinary life, hastily pulled up bedcovers, a pair of shoes beside the bed, a dress thrown across the bed perhaps discarded in favour of another one as she dressed that morning. His eye travelled to the corner of her bedroom, beside the doorway to her bathroom. Here stood the laundry basket, the goal of his mission. For long minutes he stood there unable to move. He wanted so badly to rush across the room to kneel beside the basket and shove his face into it. But something stopped him: Maybe it was the feeling that he was intruding on her private space because she wasn’t there to invite him in, maybe it was just the disbelief that he was here doing this after fantasising about it for so long. 

Eventually the spell was broken and he was able to move towards the object of so many fantasies. As he moved closer he was rewarded with the sight of pink lace peeking at him from the top of the clothes piled in the hamper. One large stride and then he was on his knees in front of the basket; like a pilgrim kneeling at the entrance to the shrine they had sought all their life. Almost reverently he reached in an picked up the satiny garment. He had never seen these knickers before, she had never sent him a photo of her wearing them, nor had she ever worn them when they had met but as he lifted them to his face and inhaled the scent of them, they were unmistakably hers. 

His mind filled with the thought of the cotton gusset nestled against her cunt as she went about her day, dealing with mundane, ordinary things all the while secreting sweet juice that left the residue he now inhaled. The tightness in his jeans reminded him of his cock that had been hard the moment he had stepped off his bike and made his way up the front steps to her door. Now it throbbed painfully demanding to be released from its constraints. Slowly he stood up and made his way over to the bed where laid out the panties neatly so that he could look at them while he undressed. Teasing himself he slipped his shirt over his head and folded it neatly before reaching for the clasp of his jeans. The feeling of relief barely registered as he slid his jeans down over his knees, his eyes remained fixed on the knickers on the bed. The thought of them wrapped around his cock filled his mind, obliterating every other thought. 

His jeans added to the neatly folded pile, followed by his boxers before he allowed himself to reach down and pick up the thin, silky lace garment. Slowly, using all of his restraint he lifted the soft pink fabric to his face again. He inhaled deeply, letting the smell of her fill his senses. Automatically his hand wrapped around his cock gripping the hardness, stroking automatically in a slow steady rhythm. He had forgotten all of his fears about being caught or trespassing in someone’s private space, he was completely lost in the moment and feeling of his fantasy. After a while he took her panties away from his face and turned back to the basket. With his cock jutting out in front of him he bent down and rummaged through the clothing, a flash of white cotton caught his eye and he extracted a pair of soft white cotton knickers from the basket. The aroma he inhaled was older and more musky than the first pair.

 Acting completely on impulse he bent down and stepped into them and pulled them up over his ass. His cock strained against the cotton fabric, creating a wet spot of its own above the yellow stain of hers. He moved back to the bed, noting carefully how the fabric moved against him, restricting his erection while the elastic around the legs cut into his thighs. The dress discarded on the bed caught his eye. Suddenly the temptation was too great, he picked it up and slipped it over his head pulling it down over his body. He twisted his body back and forth focussing on the sensation of the skirt playing over his erection. This was a whole new realm of experience, nothing like anything he had ever done or felt. In the mirror on the other side of the room he caught a glimpse of his reflection. It seemed as if the person he saw there was a complete stranger, a weird clashing mix of man and woman. Not attractive in a classical sense but alluring and strangely enticing. Completely absorbed in his own thoughts he twisted this way and that noting how the skirt of his dress caught on his erection and how badly the bodice fitted over his chest, stretching at the shoulders and sagging where her breasts would normally be.

  

Waking Up

  

This week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt was “crumpled” I immediately thought of crumpled sheets in the morning. 

Morning light filters through the windows pushing away the dimness. Lorikeets begin their raucous chatter in the bottle brushes outside my window. Inside the budgies, awakened by their wild cousins outside begin to fill the house with their own piercing calls. Slowly I become more conscious as sleep slides away from me. The bed feels empty, I am alone. On the bedside table the phone buzzes telling me that it has an important message for me. 
The image on the screen makes me smile at first but then it makes me wriggle with … Something, not excitement but something. I reach down to the box beside the bed and with clumsy morning fingers I remove the glass from its protective foam and slip it down under the sheets. It is cold against the skin of my thighs and I gingerly slide it down towards my crotch waiting for it to warm a little before I start to rub its smoothness against my itching cunt.  

 A little smile plays across my face as I pull back the covers and fumble with my phone. The air is cold and it feels awkward juggling the phone and my toy while I position my body but I manage to take a pic that captures what I am doing. Awkwardly I type “Good morning” with my left hand before I press send. Then I slide back into the warmth of my bed and focus on the smoothness of the glass as it slides around my silky wet folds. The tingles increase to warm waves and I slip the head of the dildo inside me. I realise that the itching that I have been feeling the day before was not the start of a yeast invasion but rather an itch for something else. It was my body’s cry for attention.

I start it to slide the head deeper inside me feeling every ridge on the outside of my dildo. The weight of the glass fills me and increases the sensations coursing through me. On my chest the phone vibrates, alerting me to your reply. A glance at the message tells me I have your full attention. I think of you thousands of kilometres away in your small room in the midst of all those  huts dotting the red earth that red eaearth with your hand wrapped around your cock as you look at my photo. 

Taking a video is even more awkward than taking a photo. The light in my room is still dim, my skin contracts in response to the chill of the air as I flick back the covers yet again to allow me to position my phone. It takes a couple of attempts trying to merge technology with the age old urge to ram the implement into my cunt and give in to the pleasure. The thought of you sharing this pleasure with me despite the distance is what keeps me from giving in the primal urge.
After a couple of attempts I mange thirty seconds of film. This time I don’t bother with typing, I let the images tell the story and I press send. Putting the phone back I settle back into the warmth of my bed sliding the dildo into my hungry cunt and letting my fingers play over my swelling clit. I can feel the edge of the orgasm creeping closer. This is not going to be a long play session of exploring and riding little crests and troughs of pleasure. I am on a mission Outside my bedroom door I hear the sounds of other members of my family beginning their day but I am determined not to let this opportunity pass by. 
The phone buzzes and your message reminds me or your tongue on my asshole. All the muscles of my cunt squeeze around the glass rod inserted into me as I remember the feeling of your tongue exploring that most forbidden of places teasing past the inhibitions and giving more pleasure than I ever thought possible. My fingers play quickly over my clit and with my other hand I move the dildo in and out of me. The orgasm is closer now. I can feel it pressing into my groin. At another time, in a different set of circumstances I would have played with it, letting it slide away before bringing it back stronger and faster but this time I don’t have that luxury. I welcome it with open arms, an old friend that has been away for too long. 
Afterwards I lie in bed enjoying the afterglow and I read your message, “Do you taste good?” In response I film myself licking the round glass head like a girl with a lolly pop. I smile enticingly into the camera before I send the last clip off over the airwaves to you. I know that for you this whole thing was just a teaser for you but for me it was a satisfying, if brief, start to my day. With a slight twinge of regret I leave my crumpled bed in search of some clothing and some breakfast. 

My Biggest Regret

I had the opportunity to go through the Pages app on my iPad and found all manner of half finished and scribbling of ideas. A lot of them were things I started with the very best of intentions to link to memes or as a response to something current in the news of the day. I will admit here that I am not a good finisher but I was very pleased that my rummaging did prompt me to finish this piece which was in response to a Wicked Wenesday prompt quite some time ago. I am kind of embarrased to find out how long ago, so I won’t try to look for the prompt. Instead it will be my submission for this week’s Wicked Wednesday. 

 

There was once a chance I didn’t take. It was one of those moments when your dearest fantasy is handed to you on a platter but you are too busy dealing with real life to grab it and then before you can stop it someone rips the platter away forever. I was working in this upmarket menswear store in Cardiff. Most of our customers were spoiled little rich boys who thought that their money and their fancy cars made them every poor little sales attendant’s dream man. When they came into our store they treated us like part of the merchandise, pinching our butt and ogling down our blouse at every opportunity. Our store manager was a misogynist of the worst kind and insisted that we wear tiny skirts and show plenty of cleavage because it was good for business which of course only encouraged this kind of behaviour. No wonder he had such a high staff turnover. I only stuck at the job because it was literally around the corner form the Dr Who set and I harboured a secret fantasy that one day I would run into The Doctor in the street. 

One day as I was unpacking stock a customer came in and began flicking through the jeans on the rack next to me. I was engrossed in my task and I was completely unprepared for what I would see when I looked up in response to a more polite than usual request for help.

“What do you think?” The tall gangly man in front of me held a pair of faded crinkled jeans and held them up to his body. 

There was a long moment of silence as I digested the fact that I was standing in front of Matt Smith, THE Matt Smith. Arguably the sexiest man who has ever flown the TARDIS. And now, he was standing in front of me holding a pair of jeans over his waist waiting for my opinion. He raised his eyebrow a little prompting me to remember that I was supposed to be answering his question. 

“Well,” I answered, glancing at the rack beside him, “it is really up to you, of course. But I think something like this might work better with someone of your shape.” I pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans. I am a nerd at heart, I have a weakness for slender men in tight fitting pants and here I was dressing the man who was every nerd girl’s sex symbol. 

He considered my choice for a few moments, “A little stereotypical perhaps,” he mused, “but never say never.” He took the jeans from my hands and I pointed him in the direction of the change rooms. 

Julie sauntered over to me as I returned to the boxes of stock. 

“I am guessing from the look on your face that you think this one is cute,” she smirked at me.

I looked at her for a moment trying to fathom what she was on about, “what?” I frowned in confusion.

“The guy with the jeans,” she guess turned towards the jean rack, “you seemed to melt into the floor when he spoke to you.” 

It dawned on me then that she had absolutely no idea who he was. I decided not to try and enlighten her. Her idea of good television is Geordie Shore which explains a lot really. To Julie, Matt is too nerdy, too pale and too skinny to be attractive. Her main motivation for working here was the fantasy that one day one of our customers would be attractive AND notice her long enough to sweep her off to his country estate. 

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” I slid a shirt onto a hanger.

“Whatever,” Julie replied although her face said she definitely wasn’t convinced of my nonchalance. “You should probably head on in to the change area and make sure your customer isn’t needing any help.” Julie nodded towards the changing area. 

I looked at the doorway that Matt had disappeared through a few minutes earlier. Butterflies fluttered through my stomach. I hadn’t felt this nervous about speaking to a guy since I was in high school. I considered backing out but one glance at Julie’s raised eyebrow banished the thought right out of my head. I stood up and marched towards the change rooms with determination. Once inside the door I lost my resolve. Standing there looking at the row of closed curtains I coughed nervously trying to bring myself to ask all the closed curtains if they needed some help. 

Before I had a chance, though, a head crowned with fantastic hair popped out at me.

“Oh good,” he grinned at me in a way that made me feel like I was in a Doctor Who episode, “I need you to come and give me your opinion.”

  
He stepped out of his cubicle wearing my choice. I watched carefully as he did a twirl for me as I considered carefully. He did look good, but he was right. It was a bit stereotypical. 

“And now,” he walked back towards me, still in character as The Doctor, “let’s see what my choice is like.” 

He disappeared behind the curtain. I stood awkwardly waiting, not sure what was going to happen next. The whole situation had taken a surreal twist and I was no longer sure of what the rules of normal were. After a few moments Matt’s head popped out from behind the curtain in the characteristic pose of someone who found themselves naked in a change room and in need of help. He spied me, still standing rooted to the spot where he had left me. 

“Err, could I possibly bother you for some help?” His characteristic puppy dog eyes had completely addled my brain, I could no longer distinguish between complete Doctor Who fantasy and reality. If had asked me for a Jammy Dodger I would not have been surprised. 

“Of course,” I replied with a bright professional smile as I stepped forward towards him. “What is it that you need?” 

“I just need you to check the sizing on these,” he replied disappearing behind the curtain. 

I was a little unsure of what he was expecting and I stood hesitantly outside the cubicle waiting for a further request. When none was forthcoming I opened the curtain a little. 

“Come in, come in,” his voice reassured me before I opened the curtain far enough to see him. 

I stepped inside to be greeted with the sight of one of the most attractive naked butts I had ever seen. “The time of the Doctor” had not been released at that time and so I was seeing Matt’s naked butt for the first time. Before I could even process what I was looking at he turned to face me. The whole world seemed to flip upside down for a moment as I registered what I was looking at. I can’t exactly remember but I think my jaw was hanging open at this point. I really don’t know it was all I could do to register that I was now looking at Matt Smith’s naked cock. Not only that I was looking at Matt Smith’s naked SEMI ERECT cock. 

  
Heat flushed up my cheeks as I tried to look any where but at the thing I most wanted to study. To my immense relief he held up the jeans that he had selected earlier,

“I think I was a little too ambitious about the size of my waistline,” he grinned at me, completely oblivious to my hanging jaw which I am positive was starting to drool. 

“It seems that my producer is right and I could gain a pound or two.” 

Glad of an excuse to get out of there I took the jeans from him and left the cubicle as fast as I could. Back in the store Julie was occupied with a short, fat blonde man who was insisting that candy pink highlighted his complexion. She didn’t even notice me. 

Back in the change room I handed the jeans past the curtain not daring enough to venture in. 

“Thanks,” the cheery voice came back at me as he took the jeans from my hand. 

I waited a few moments trying to stop my ears from straining to hear the sound of denim sliding up legs and trying to remove the image of the perfect smooth skin of his ass being covered by fabric. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I remembered his cock. It really was as glorious as the rest of him. I wondered if he flashed it every time he bought pants. Did he flash it around when he was on set. Had every single person in the wardrobe section of Dr Who seen Matt Smith naked? Was he a closet nudist? I could never really understand nudists. Britain has entirely the wrong climate for nudity. 
“What do you think?” My customer’s voice interrupted my reverie. He stood in front of the mirror doing that twist people always do, trying to see what their ass looks like in the mirror. I stepped forwards,

“You were right,” I allowed myself to put my hands on his ass, “they look great,” they really did, he had lost some of that bean pole look which was great but somehow appearing as a more ‘normal’ sized person made him look even better. 

I slid my hands downwards, smoothing the denim over his butt, “this cut looks great on you.”

“You don’t think it makes my butt look big?” Our eyes met in the mirror. I was lost, completely entranced by the puppy eyes and the tiny upwards twist of his mouth smiling at his own joke. 

“No I reassured him,” still holding eye contact in the mirror. “They look amazing, you look amazing.” I couldn’t believe I had let the last statement slip out. I waited terrified that I had broken the connection. He turned to face me. His eyes travelled down my body making warm waves travel through me. Between my legs my cunt throbbed a little. 

“So do you,” he commented, tentatively he placed his hand on my shoulder for a moment before letting it fall away brushing the outside of my breast. I could feel my nipples, straining to break free of my bra as his eyes grazed over my cleavage. For an insane moment I wished he would pull my into a cubicle and fuck the life out of me but fate intervened, Julie and her rotund customer came bustling into the changing room.

We collected ourselves, “I will definitely take these,” he made his way back into the cubicle. Avoiding Julie’s eye I hurried back to the counter. 

For some reason the store was suddenly the place to be. A group of lads looking for the perfect shirt for a date one of them was going on and a couple looking for a wedding suit came in. I pointed both groups in the direction of appropriate clothing before Matt came out to pay. After he signed the credit card receipt he very deliberately turned the paper over and wrote his phone number on the back. “Call me,” he said looking straight into my eyes, “Don’t be shy,” 

As he left the store my attention was grabbed immediately by customers. I placed the receipt on the spike and went to work, the moment gone. 

I completely forgot about the receipt until later that night. Julie had finished reconciling the till and I was vacuuming the carpet. It wasn’t until our manager had taken the paperwork and we had locked up that I remembered. It was too late. My nerd girl fantasy was gone, locked in the briefcase of a misogynistic pig. 

 

Spank

Good Morning and Happy Christmas to you all! As a little gift to you I have posted a continuation from Last week’s entry “Shave”. It is only short but I know you will enjoy it.

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Howard waited, face down on the bed, his nylon covered ass in the air, quivering with anticipation. Every nerve in his body was on edge, every sensation amplified. The touch of her fingers against his nylon clad buttocks was like a jolt of electricity straight to his cock. Slowly and tentatively she began her exploration of him beginning with tracing the edges of the panties with her fingers. Her nails grazed his skin ever so slightly and triggered a memory of those same nails dragging over his back as he fucked her. Sneakily her finger slipped under the elastic wriggling between the fabric and the skin. Her hot breath and the sound of her breathing made him aware of how closely she was studying him, he wanted desperately to see her cunt again so that he could watch it swell with her arousal and study the moisture collecting.

Pink nylon tightened around his balls as she slid the elastic of the panties back to display his bare butt cheek, jolting him back to what was happening. Her fingers almost tickled him as they gently played over his ass, touching, exploring and kneading his butt cheeks before pulling them open to display his hole covered by the fabric of her panties. Inside his belly he quivered, not knowing what was coming but wanting it all, totally trusting and receptive to whatever she did, impatient for whatever she had in mind but mostly, more aroused that he ever remembered being.

The first sting of her hand against his butt cheek startled him. A gasp of surprise and pleasure / pain jolted through him followed by a shudder as her fingers stroked the area she had just slapped teasing the tingling flesh with kindness and a graze of fingernails. Unbelievably the attention heightened his senses before she slapped him again sending an even more intense sting of pleasure / pain through him. This time she followed it up with several more slaps in quick succession setting his ass momentarily on fire. He groaned into the pillow hungry for more but dreading the sharp sting her hand made as it made contact with his flesh.

Her fingernails dragging across the burning red marks her hand had just made were intense. His body convulsed in sensation he didn’t know if it was pain or pleasure or an insane mix of both, all he knew was he wanted more. She moved her attention to the other side of his ass, sliding the elastic across his butt cheek into his ass crack as she had with the first side. This time her exploration was more cursory. Like him she was more interested in the sharp connection of her palm with his bare flesh.

Sounds of bare palm connecting with bare flesh filled the room as she delivered several more slaps sending the temperature of his ass soaring. Gasps of surprise decreased into moans of feeling as the burning descended into pleasant tingling. He waited, bracing himself wondering what might be coming next. He knew she had more implements resting on the bed beside him, some of them she had used before but like him this was all new to her she was still feeling her way.

As always she surprised him. She ignored the implements she had laid out and continued with her exploration. Gently she pulled aside the knickers and spread his legs apart further. His cock was pushed into the mattress momentarily taking his attention away from her exploring fingers, tentatively she touched his butt hole. Her fingernails traced around the outline before she dipped into it slightly, testing his resistance. Every ounce of his concentration was focussed on her attention. He was aware of every detail of sensation from the slight scrape of her fingernails to the warm waft of her breath against his skin. She continued to explore further down his crack, pressing gently against the sensitive skin behind his balls.

Involuntarily he gave a little groan as she pressed against his prostate. Impossibly his cock grew harder and the pleasure shuddered through him sending a muffled groan out of his mouth. Every fibre of his body was straining towards his butt hole waiting, wanting, aching for her to enter him to stretch him open and fill him in a way that no woman ever had.