Under the Table

For the month of January Brigit has chosen winter themed prompts. I try but I just can’t get my head around them! I am a child of the sun. Snow and fires have never been part of my experience. For Flash Fiction Friday this week I bring you a story of naked people enjoying a beautiful summer day.

It started as a bit of a joke. What would it be like to sit under the table and pleasure those sitting around? Could it be a game where nobody knew if they would be next. Would the men (and maybe the women) be able to keep their poker faces? 

Somehow the time never seemed right. She tested the table a couple of times. Making sure it was high enough and the legs were not going to get in the way. It was more spacious under there than she expected. The height between the table and the seat seemed enough to fit her head. Maybe it would work. 

The day was warm and everyone felt comfortable to lose some clothing. There were enough people around the table to make it a fun thing to do. Without explaining she slipped under the table. Twisting her body to fit in between the first pair of legs. She wet her lips and slid them down the shaft. This was not the game she had discussed with her husband. This was just her being a dirty greedy slut. How could she resist with so much beautiful cock just there in front of her? 

The first man didn’t hide his pleasure. He was hard in her mouth She tasted the salt of his pre-cum and she knew she had him. But there were more cocks that she could see. Sitting stiffly between legs wondering if they would get a turn. She twisted her body and positioned herself between another pair of legs. She could see his face as she took him into her mouth. Sliding her lips all the way down his shaft. She wasn’t taking prisoners today. Her fingers gripped the base of his cock firmly and she sucked him firmly. His leg trembled as she watched the pleasure on his face. 

With a grin she moved to the next one. Thick and strong. She loved this cock. Had always loved it. Even when she struggled to fit it into her mouth. She watched the familiar face as her lips pleasured him. Every crevice, every vein was familiar she knew how to pleasure and she did her best to pleasure him. 

There was one more. A new man. One she had never seen before. His cock was pretty. Neat and clean. From the first moment she saw it she knew she wanted it. But she had held back. Waiting. Not wanting to be greedy or to block the other women. Now, her sense of politeness went out of the window. She took all of him into her mouth, tasting the salt drip of pre-cum on his tip as she sucked. Cramped under the table she was limited in her exploration. But there was time. Sometime, in the future she would explore him properly. 

Friday Flashback – Lunchtime Meeting

From the vault of Erotic Adventures…

“And the projections for January are looking much better than last year,” The sales manager gestured towards a chart on the screen. 

I am not sure where you got those figures from buddy.  Marcus smirked as he watched the fawning sales manager trying to impress the company director. He lifted his hand to cover his expression from the rest of the people at the table. The aroma of her pussy filled his nostrils. His mind wandered away from exaggerated sales figures to his lunch break…

He had met her in the foyer of the five star hotel next to his building. She had been everything he had hoped for, sexy, confident and up for adventure. They had ordered drinks but the tension between them was hard to ignore. Sitting there making small talk was wasting time. He put his drink on the table, 

“Let’s get out of here,” 

He looked into her eyes seeking reassurance that she was up for it. He could feel his cock stirring as his eyes dropped to her cleavage He wanted to feel those beautiful full globes in his hands. She placed her drink on the table and grinned,

“Where are we going?”

His heart started thumping in his chest and his cock strained against the fabric of his trousers. 

“I will walk out of here and I would like you to follow me a little way behind.” 

He stood up and walked out of the room, past the concierge before turning into the bathrooms a little way down the hall. 

She followed. His heart beat faster as he pushed the door open and stepped inside. The risk and the public nature of the space gave everything an edge that made him even harder. She had barely closed the door before he stepped forward to kiss her. She leaned against the sink as he fumbled with the neckline of her dress eager to slide his hand down to cup her breast and pinch her nipples. Her breath was hot in his ear as he pressed his cock against her leg. His other hand lifted the hem of her dress and slipped inside her panties.

“You are so wet.” 

He whispered into her ear as his eager fingers slid inside her folds to enter her. She gasped as he stroked her clit and slipped two fingers into her hungry cunt. His cock was aching and he considered blowing off his afternoon meeting and taking her to a hotel to spend the afternoon fucking her. 

She reached for his belt fumbling with the buckle. Obligingly he helped her, easing himself out of his jeans and his briefs and sighing with pleasure at the feeling of freedom. She admired him for a moment before she wrapped her hand around his shaft and began stroking. He sighed in pleasure as the pressure and rhythm of her strokes increased but he wanted more. But she wasn’t to be hurried. She bent down and touched the tip of his cock with her tongue lapping away at the bead of moisture that had formed there. Slowly she slid her lips down over him, teasing the tip of his cock with her tongue. For a few moments she held his cock in her mouth before she kneeled on the tiles of the bathroom floor.

His hand cupped the back of her head as she licked his balls, taking them one by one into her mouth before she licked the length of his cock. Her head tilted as she looked into his eyes while she licked the tip of his cock and slid her lips down over him until she was gagging on his length. The sound of other patrons entering other parts of the bathroom and the urgency of his schedule increased his excitement. He wanted this to last but he knew he didn’t have the luxury. 

Reaching down he twisted his fingers into her hair, “Suck me like a good girl,” he whispered. He wished that he had time to bend her over the sink and bury his cock into her hot wet cunt. The sight of her face in the mirror as he fucked her from behind was something that her craved but he knew he didn’t have time. 

“Let me fuck your mouth,” he whispered. Pressure was building in him, The intense rush was almost too much to bear. Obediently she opened her mouth letting him thrust into her mouth. He wished he had time to toy with the orgasm that was pressing at the base of his cock. He wanted to take the time to enjoy this. To enjoy HER.

“I am going to fill your mouth with my cum” He whispered urgently. She gave the briefest of nods as the first surge welled up his shaft. White hot pleasure burned through his body. Time slowed as she held his cock in her mouth taking in his jizz. He grunted in pleasure as the heat of his lust disappeared leaving a tingle through his body.  

He reached for a towel to wipe her face but she turned away from him to reach into her handbag. She passed her phone to him. Without speaking he tilted the camera and snapped a shot of her face with his cum dribbling from the corner of her mouth. With a grin she took the phone from him. 

“There is someone else who might want to see this.”

Friday Flashback – Working Late

“Are you going home soon?” Rebecca’s head appeared at the top of the partition that separated their work spaces.

“Soon, soon,” Jo didn’t look up from her screen. “I just want to get this finished tonight so Grumpy Arse doesn’t get on my case in the morning.”

“You work too damned hard,” Rebecca admonished her friend. “Grumpy Arse doesn’t appreciate you enough.”

“I know, I know.” Jo waved her hand absently. “I promise I will come out for drinks with you guys tomorrow night.” She looked up from her screen for a few moments to smile warmly at her friend. 

Rebecca looked unconvinced. “If you say so then.” She turned and picked up her handbag. “Make sure you aren’t here too late.”

“I won’t.”

As the lift door pinged and Rebecca left the building a hush descended. A feeling of relief came over Jo. She actually liked working in an empty office with no ringing phones or colleague’s conversations to distract her. In no time she was absorbed completely in her work. 

The first thing that alerted her to his presence was his scent. Her body registered the aroma before her mind registered his presence. The familiar smell filled her nostrils and sent a warm jolt straight to her groin.

“You always work so hard Jo,” his voice whispered against her neck as his lips brushed her hairline. Gooseflesh rose along Joe’s arms and her nipples hardened against the lace of her bra. In front of her the cursor blinked, demanding the next word in the report she had been writing. She couldn’t think of a single thing except the feeling of his hands sliding over her shoulders to cup her breasts.

She exhaled as she leaned back and let her legs fall open.

“I missed those breasts,” his breath was hot in her ear as his fingers pinched her nipple. He straightened up and turned her chair around so that she sat with her face centimetres from the fabric of his trousers that was straining to contain his throbbing cock.

For a few seconds he considered unzipping himself and freeing his cock. He knew that if he did she wouldn’t hesitate to open those beautiful lips and slide them down around his aching member. He ached to feel this lips on his shaft and twist his hands into her hair, pushing himself deeper into her. He knew that once he started down that road there would be no turning back. Tonight he wanted something else.

“Which office belongs to Mr Grumpy Arse may I ask?” He looked at her quizzically. 

“That one,” Jo pointed to the office in the corner. “Why?”

Marcus took her and and led her towards the open door. “Because I am going to fuck you over his desk,” he announced casually. 

Jo stopped in her tracks, resisting his gentle tug in the direction of her supervisor’s office.

“I can’t do that!” Her heart was racing and she could feel heat rising in her cheeks. 

Marcus grinned, “And why not? He will never know.”

Jo continued to resist, “He will find out.” 

Marcus stepped close to her. His scent was intoxicating. 

“If he does he will just be very jealous that another man was enjoying this delicious neck,” he trailed kisses down the side of her neck. “And watching these gorgeous breasts bounce while you were having the life fucked out of you.” His hands cupped her breasts as he kissed her deeply. Without a word he turned and led her through the open door. 

Inside the office he pulled the door closed and guided her towards the desk. Without speaking he sat her on the desk and hitched her skirt up around her hips. She watched as he kneeled between her legs and hooked his fingers into the leg of her panties. For a moment he studied her perfect wet pinkness before he slid his tongue into her wet musky folds. He lapped at her wetness greedily as her protests turned into sighs of pleasure. When he slid two fingers into her greedy cunt her sighs turned into little whimpers that crescendoed into deep moans as he continued to pleasure her. Only when her moans peaked as her hips bucked against his face did he stop his ministrations. 

He stood up and looked at her sprawled across her detested supervisor’s desk drunk with pleasure and lust. Only then did he reach down and open his trousers to ease out his aching cock. His hand wrapped around his shaft, “You want this?” he asked.

“Yes, yes,” she didn’t hesitate.

He only paused long enough to rip open a condom wrapper before he plunged his cock into her hot hungry wetness.

“Joanne,” the familiar voice drifted through the open office door. Even though this morning he didn’t sound angry Jo still felt a stab of dread at the sound of his summons. 

“Yes Mr Newton,” she responded as brightly as she could.

“Would you come in here please?” This was a new thing. Normally he would return her work by email covered in highlighting and scathing comments. She hoped that he wasn’t about to berate her in person. 

Like a meerkat on watch Rebecca’s head popped over the partition to give her a quizzical look. Jo replied with a shrug as she stood and made her way to her supervisor’s office. Once inside the door Jo had a vibrant flashback to the previous night when Marcus had sat her on the desk in front of where Mr Newton now sat and knelt on the floor where Mr Newton’s chair now resided to lick her pussy. 

“I just wanted to tell you that the standard of the work you submitted this morning was excellent,” Mr Newton stood up to face Jo as she stood on the opposite side of his desk.

He was standing right were Marcus had stood as he slammed his cock into her while she sprawled across the jotter that she now found herself staring at. Her screams of pleasure rang in her ears as her boss continued to praise her. 

“Sit down,” Mr Newton settled back into his chair, the one Marcus had sat on last night before she impaled herself on his cock. “I think maybe it is time to talk about your future here,” 

Jo took a deep breath as she tried to clear the disturbing images of her debauchery from her mind. Her effort was wasted. As she turned to pull a chair up to the desk she saw, sitting there, right on the seat of the chair, was an opened condom wrapper!  

Friday Flashback – Signs

I seem to be on a bit of a Succubi bent this week.

The signs were there. Right from the moment she opened the door. The way his voice quavered when he greeted her, the awkward way he walked as he followed her down to her chamber. She knew that this would be fun. Once inside she turned and stood in front of the bed facing him. Looking straight into his eyes she shrugged off her robe letting him see her nakedness. Without speaking she observed the way his Adam’s apple bobbed and the bulge in his jeans. Without breaking eye contact she sat on the edge of the bed with her knees spread wide apart. With one finger she traced the outline of her lips slowly and dipped her finger into herself before lifting it to her mouth to lick it clean.

His eyes opened wide and he shuffled uneasily on his feet,

“Perhaps you should show me what you have,” her voice broke the silence making him jump slightly. He looked confused for a moment before he realised what she meant. His hands shook as he fumbled with his belt and unzipped himself. She could see his cock straining against his boxers as he pushed his jeans down his legs. His boxers joined his jeans in an untidy pile on the floor and he stood in front of her with his cock jutting out in front of him.

Her red lips arched into a sly smile as she wrapped her fingers around his cock. She loved this moment, when she touched them for the first time, feeling the hardness, the pent up energy, the ache for release combined with the terror that they will make a fool of themselves. This was why she chose these boys, something about their awkwardness and inability to control themselves properly turned her on more than the most skilled love makers.  His eyes closed and his ragged breathing seemed loud in her ears as she moved her hand up and down his shaft. A bead of pre cum formed at the head of his cock. She could feel his thoughts whirring desperately trying to hold back the surge.  A note of panic pushed its way through the energy she was picking up from him. Watching his face she leaned forward and touched the tip of his cock with her tongue, licking away the bead of moisture.

He whimpered in desperation, but she was relentless, she ached to prove her power over him. The excitement of knowing that he was so close to crashing uncontrollably over the edge pushed her almost to the edge herself. Something about the look in his eyes softened her a little.  

“Please,” his voice cracked like a teenager. 

For a moment she considered saving him some of the humiliation that was about to follow but her own desire was too strong. She slid her lips over his shaft. He groaned in desperation as her tongue slipped over his head. She could feel his tension as he desperately fought for control of his body. Her pussy clenched quivering as it waited for the heat of his explosion. She kept her head tilted watching him as his cock slid over her tongue and touched the back of her mouth. The first pulse came as her lips touched the top of his balls. His eyes opened wide in surprise as she wrapped her arm around his ass, stopping him from pulling away in shame. He groaned as his body spasmed uncontrollably and the second salty jet filled her mouth. Wetness streamed out of her as she felt her own shuddering climax in response. His cock muffled her own grunt of pleasure as he pulsed and quivered inside her. 

“I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry,” he repeated over and over like a mantra as the waves of pleasure died away. Only when she felt him start to soften did she release him, letting his cock slide over her lips to hang limply in front of her. Awkwardly he bent to pick up his clothes.

“I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that but you were so sexy and then you sucked me….”

 His voice trailed away as he stood in front of her holding his clothes over his member, hiding it from her gaze.

Her smile was enigmatic, one moment she looked like a kind, older sister, forgiving her brother for stealing her candy, the next she was like a cat, willing the bird to come just a little closer so she could pounce on it. He stood rooted to the spot, desperately wanting to flee and hide in shame but unable to move. Slowly she reached over and picked up a phallic piece of glass from the bedside table and passed it to him. She lay back on the bed with her legs spread open,

“Put down those clothes, come kneel here and show me what you know about women’s vaginas.”

It wasn’t a request.

Awkwardly he knelt beside her holding the glass wand in his hand.

“I want you to touch my outer lips with the wand,” she commanded.

Awkwardly he reached down and stroked her tentatively with the smooth, cool glass. She shivered at the faintness of the touch, aching for more.

“Have you ever tasted a real woman?”

“No,” He still hid his face from her, embarrassed and afraid of not measuring up.

“Bend down and suck just that one little lip,” she instructed. “Don’t get carried away and try anything else just the lips,” she warned as he bent awkwardly.

The feel of his mouth on her was electric. His first touches were tentative like butterfly wings, she bucked her hips against his face, titillated by their fluttering touch. Eventually he became braver and sucked her labia into his mouth. Wetness streamed out of her as she moaned in pleasure.

“Now show me where you think my clit is,” she gasped. He sat back and touched the swollen hard node with the cold glass wand. She gasped at the change in sensation. He jumped back a little startled. She noted that his cock was already starting to stir and unable to stop herself she reached between her legs and stroked herself before spreading her lips wide, expertly displaying her hard node for him. She noticed his cock hardening again. Soon he would be ready to mount her so that she could pull his climax from him again. She shivered a little in anticipation. It was always better when they spurted uncontrollably inside her. Her clit throbbed feeling a little naked and exposed away from its protective hood.

“Suck me!” she commanded.

He didn’t hesitate, kneeling between her legs before taking her node against his lips with the same tentative licks and sucks as before. Her hand reached down to cradle the back of his head for a few moments before she pushed herself against his mouth encouraging his tongue to touch her firmly.

“Ahhhh!” she screamed as the orgasm ripped through her. A jet of liquid spurted over his face and he pulled away, surprised.

She smiled at him, warm from her orgasm but still hungry for more,

“Now we are even,”

He smiled disbelievingly touching his face. Not sure what to make of the juice coating his chin and mouth.

She arched her body towards him, “I want you to fuck me with that big hard cock,” She wriggled a little in anticipation as he lowered his body over hers. His cock pressed against her opening for a moment before it suddenly slid inside her. His eyes opened wide as she clenched around him. His ragged breathing was loud in her ears. The signs were there again, she knew he wouldn’t last long but she didn’t care. She was confident in her ability to arouse him over and over again so that she would be able to pull orgasm after orgasm out of him all night until he was spent and drained in the morning. The thought tipped her over the edge again.

Shut Up and Drive

A friend of mine celebrated her birthday this week. As I composed her birthday post on Facebook I included a picture of Jensen Eckles (aka Dean Winchester) because she is slightly obsessed. As I read the Wicked Wednesday prompt for this week an idea geminated. It took a little bit of water and coaxing to get the story out and if the truth be told I am still nurturing it a little but here is the first part.

Because the 1967 Chevy Impala was not just a car it was the most important object in the whole universe.Chuck Shurley – Supernatural, Episode 22

“Nice car,” the girl in the drive thru smiled perfect white teeth. As she leaned forward Jensen got a good look at a pair of perky breasts nestling inside the fast food uniform. Her fingers brushed his hand as she handed him the bag.

Jensen grinned letting his gaze rest on those perfect globes pushing out nicely against the mustard shirt, “Ohh she isn’t just a car,” He patted the dashboard. “She is the only woman who has never cheated on me.”

The girl grinned, “I’d love to get to know her better,” 

There was a horn blast from the car behind them. The door to the cashier’s cubicle opened to admit a frowning manager. Jensen took one last look at the glistening red lips and the perfectly smooth cleavage before he slid his baby into gear, “Looks like we will have to take a rain check.” 

As he drove away Jensen glanced into the rear view mirror. The manager was doing his best to berate his employee but those lips and that cleavage were working their magic. Jensen grinned to himself as he shifted gear and gave the car some gas. She purred in response.

“Baby you are the only one for me,” Jensen stroked the gear shift lovingly as the lights of the hotel came into view. The smell of the burgers filled his nostrils and made his stomach rumble. With one thing in mind he parked outside their room and grabbed the food and the beers. As he opened the door she was there, leaning on the bonnet of his car. Dark hair tumbled down over her shoulders, perfect round breasts straining at the opening of the awful mustard uniform. Jensen frowned in confusion. 

“Where did you come from?” 

She grinned, red lips parting to reveal perfect teeth, “Well when a mummy and daddy love each other very much…” 

The door of the hotel room opened and Jensen’s brother appeared in the doorway, “Where have you been? I am starving.” He stepped towards Jensen and the woman and snatched the bag of food from his brother’s hand. 

The woman raised an eyebrow, “Looks like you better go eat or you may miss out,” 

Jensen was torn; food, or this delectable woman.

As if she read his thoughts the woman lifted herself from the bonnet of his car and took a step towards him. She smelled of cherry lip gloss and some floral perfume. Jensen felt his heart race and his cock stir.  “Go eat,” her face was so close he could almost feel her lips. “We will see each other again soon.” 

And then she was gone. Like a dream. He wondered if he had imagined the whole thing. 

Three days later Jensen found himself driving down an alley near the hotel he was staying at. On the sidewalk he saw a girl walking by herself. Dark hair tumbled down her back, stopping at the waistband of a skirt that some people would call too short. What was she doing walking here? Jensen slowed as he drove past and then he recognised her.

“Hey,” he pulled the car over to the side to drive slowly beside her. 

She turned and those red lips pulled into a slow smile, “Hey there,” she stopped walking and leaned into the window of the car. 

“You know it probably isn’t good for you to be waking down this kind of street alone in the dark.” He tried desperately to keep his eyes focussed on her face. 

She laughed, “Oh the gallant knight in the pretty car is going to save the poor little lady walking all alone at night,” Her fingers trailed along the open window. Jensen squirmed a little at her teasing

“Get in the car,” his voice was rougher than he meant

“OK then,” he was surprised at her response, “but you really need to drop the macho shit,” She opened the door and slid in beside him. Her scent tickled his nostrils and he fancied that he could feel the warmth of her body. 

“Where do you want to go?” He asked as he felt his cock stirring in his jeans. What was it about this woman?

“Wherever you take me,” she leaned over and slid her hand down over his jeans. Jensen squirmed. His cock hardened under her hand and he couldn’t stop himself from looking down her blouse. Her red lips fell open a little and there was a glint in her eye that spoke straight to his groin. With nimble fingers she opened his belt and set his cock free. “I do like a man that goes commando,” she purred as her hand wrapped around his shaft.

Jensen exhaled, slumping a little in his seat to give her better access. With a sly grin she leaned down, “Bench seats are so much more convenient don’t you think?” she grinned up at him as her hand continued to stroke his cock. A drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip of his cock. Without warning she slid her red lips down over his shaft. A groan escaped Jensen’s lips as he struggled to concentrate on his driving. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock and he felt himself tensing as his arousal grew. Almost before he could sense it the orgasm was upon him. With a huge effort of concentration he pulls the car over to the side of the road as she slid her lips to the base of his shaft to press her nose against his belly.

He tried to fight the pleasure building at the base of his cock. He wasn’t ready to cum but she was like a greedy child sucking his cock deep into her throat. His cock exploded into her mouth accompanied by a groan of pleasure. White hot jizz pulsed out of his cock sending pulses of pleasure through his whole body. It was better than any orgasm he had ever experienced. As the orgasm subsided she held his cock in her mouth drinking the last drops of his seed before letting his spent member slide out of her mouth. 

Jensen’s head lolled back over the seat as she sat up delicately wiping the side of her mouth. He felt as if he had just run a marathon, all of the energy seemed to have drained out of his body. He couldn’t even raise his head as he heard the squeak of the door opening and his mystery passenger disappeared down the dark alley. 

Just in case you need some more Chevy Impala and Dean Winchester Spam in your lives here is a great song that inspired the title

Wicked Wednesday

Thirty Dirty Questions – Question 12

Time for another episode of Thirty Dirty Questions. If you are loving this then you can catch up on my other responses here. You can also check out some other participants over at Rebel’s Notes and Marriage Sex and More

Is there anything about sex that embarrasses you, causes shame or fear of makes you nervous?

I am a squirter. I have quite openly discussed this a few times in this blog. It is an ability that I had to work on to make happen. At the time when I started squirting it was a bit of a novelty. A lot of partners, including Mr. Jones enjoyed the sensation and obvious pleasure it gave me. Over time I became more ‘adept’ and have been known to produce liters of liquid during some sessions.

I am self-conscious about the mess it creates. Although most men like the IDEA I think the reality can be confronting. Also the reactions about getting my juice in their face while they are licking me are often mixed. For a while I didn’t advertise my ‘abilities’ with new partners because I felt that they would sometimes become fixated about it and that was the only thing they wanted. After a while I realised that while I was achieving what I wanted in that regard I was sometimes missing out on oral sex.

Once a man realised that licking me was probably going to get that result he would have one of two reactions. He would love it and try to drink me up. This reaction works well for me. I felt desired and got to enjoy an activity that gives me great pleasure. The second reaction was not so good. He would politely withdraw and oral sex on me would be stopped for the rest of our time together. I would get a hand job and a fucking. Not the desired outcome.

So I changed tack. I tell people now, if you don’t like me squirting in your face then I am not sure this is going to work. It hasn’t been successful. Men lie. If there is a chance they are going to get sex they will tell a woman whatever they think she wants to hear. They will say yes to an activity and then give it a cursory glance before moving on to the thing THEY want.

As a side note I am working on toning down the squirting thing. The amount of laundry it generates is ridiculous. Just as I trained myself to respond in this way I can train myself to respond in other ways. My recent experiences with The Second Mate has led me to start exploring toys and I am finding I respond a little differently to vibration. I like it. It is giving me more power over my orgasms and it is making me more confident in asking for / taking what I want.

Thirty Dirty Questions – Question 6

What are your thoughts on foreplay – favourite types, best experiences, wishes?

There was a time when foreplay was not something I was particularly worried about. The reason? I didn’t know anyone who was good at it. I am sorry to say Mr Jones did fall into that category. These days he has upped his game and he is on a cycle of continuous improvement.

I am a HUGE fan of oral sex. I LOVE to give head, and by most accounts I am pretty good at it. Although if I am not particularly interested or I feel I am not getting gratitude my game might suffer slightly. I also love to give oral to a woman. If the mood takes me. Satisfying a woman orally is more challenging sometimes but the rewards can be great.

When it comes to being on the receiving end I am picky. I have said many times the number of guys who think they are amazing at giving head is much higher than the number who actually are. I don’t know why, maybe it is me. I am a bit of a princess when it comes to my lady bits and if you go at them hammer and tongs you are going to be told to leave them alone. Additionally, good oral sex makes me squirt. It is easy to tell if a man doesn’t like the feeling of my juice in his face or the taste in his mouth. If a guy doesn’t like it then he will generally stop. This will make me feel like I am missing out because he is getting his cock sucked well and I feel like I have missed a large chunk of the pleasures available.  and I will be sad. So a pre-requisite is you have to like it. And there is nothing sexier than a man who cannot get enough. I once had a man grip my thighs and press his face against my cunt to gulp every drop like he was dying of thirst. It was one of the hottest things I had felt in a long while.

Other types of foreplay can be fun. I like kissing and a little bit of teasing. Stroking and playing with different sensations but often I get impatient and want to get to the main course. What can I say? I am a bit greedy.

My current wish is to be tied and teased. Possibly with a blindfold. Hopefully with more than one person present.

Cocktails and Man Candy

A sneaky autumn breeze wound it’s way around Richard’s ankles as he knocked on the door. He shivered but he wasn’t sure if it the chill was the weather or the butterflies in his stomach. The door opened and Louise stood in front of him. With his heart hammering in his chest Richard took in the way the soft fabric of her dress clung to her curves. Her nails were freshly manicured, French polish. Simple, the way she liked it. Her hair was clean and straightened hanging down over her shoulders but the thing that made his breath catch in his throat was her eyes, slate grey, drilling down into his soul. Without breaking eye contact, she reached up and buckled the collar around his neck. He had to force himself not to look around to see if any neighbours were watching. There was an awkward pause as he stood, collared, waiting for her to invite him in.

“You are not appropriately dressed,” she reminded him.

Richard’s heart hammered hard against his ribs. She had warned him that he would not enter her house clothed but he did not expect that she would make him strip on the doorstep where any passer-by could see him. He opened his mouth to ask if he could undress in her entry way. She raised her eyebrow ever so slightly and the question died in his throat. Slowly, looking her straight in the eye he removed his shirt, his shoes and socks, and finally, his trousers. The chill wind made his skin pucker with gooseflesh, but he could feel his cock hot and hard, straining against his underwear. A drip of pre-cum moistened his boxers. Her eyes flicked downwards, somehow his cock grew harder.

She stood aside and he stepped through the door, holding his clothing awkwardly. She pointed to a hamper sitting next to the door,

“You can leave your clothes in there,” Louise turned to make her way down the hallway.

Without speaking Richard placed his clothes carefully into the hamper.

“And your underwear,” she didn’t even look back as she gave the last command.

Quickly Richard pulled his underwear down over his butt and dropped them into the hamper. His cock stood out proudly in front of him as he scurried down the hallway after her. He caught up with her in front of a large wooden door. Her eyes flicked downwards. Automatically his hands covered his cock.

“Don’t do that,” she said firmly.

“Sorry,” he felt like a small child being chastised by his teacher. There was a moment’s silence.

“It will be OK,” her voice softened a little. “If you don’t want to do this you can halt any time,” she lifted his chin so that their eyes met again. It was the first time she had touched him that evening. His skin responded to the heat of her touch. Her eyes flickered with desire. Did she want him as much as he wanted her? He nodded,

“I am ready.” He straightened himself up with his hands by his sides.

“OK then,” she turned the handle of the door and pushed it open.

Inside her den two other expensively dressed women reclined on the ornate leather couch. Soft clinging dresses displayed their curves. Low necklines showed the swell of their breasts and sheer black stockings encased their legs. The women looked at him brazenly taking in every detail of his body. With the collar weighing around his neck, Richard forced himself to stand proudly. He didn’t want to disappoint his mistress.

“Ladies,” Louise purred, did Richard hear a note of pride? “This is Richard. He is at your disposal for the evening however please remember the rules. His safe word is kaleidoscope.” She turned and smiled at Richard. “Would you mind making us a drink? The ingredients for expresso martinis are all at the bar.”

“Certainly,” Richard made his way to the bar and busied himself with the drinks. He was glad of something mundane to do. The methodical process of measuring and mixing calmed his nerves. As he prepared the drinks, he took quick peeks at the two other women. They were a similar age to Louise, early forties, both had the same look of elegance and grooming that can only be bought with a significant amount of money and leisure time to burn.

One of the women caught him looking at them. Heat flushed Richard’s face as he quickly looked away. As he served their drinks she looked him straight in the eye as she spread her legs and casually lifted her skirt. The edge of the fabric revealed smooth skin above the top of her stockings and a freshly waxed mound. Taking her drink from him she ran her other hand over the smooth mound before sliding a finger down into her slit.

“Louise says you are very good at pleasing,” she said as she took a sip of her drink.

“Mistress is too kind,” Richard placed the empty tray on the coffee table and stood before her, waiting.

The woman stroked her finger up and down her pussy as she spread her legs wider, “I think I would like a demonstration of your skills.”

Obediently Richard knelt between her legs and touched the skin of her outer labia before leaning down and gently running his tongue over her outer lips. The woman sighed in pleasure and leaned back on the couch. Beside them Louise and her other friend continued their conversation as if nothing was out of place.

Richard’s tongue travelled over his new friend’s folds, tasting, sucking and probing. As he had been trained, he listened intently to her response tailoring his attention to her responses. Her hands curled into the back of his hair as he slipped a finger inside her opening and moved it slightly against her G-spot. Responding to the increasing moans and thrusting of her hips, Richard began to stoke her swollen clit harder and faster. Juice from her pussy coated his chin before her back arched off the couch as the orgasm gripped her.

The room was quiet as Richard sat back on his heels with his hands resting on her knees. After a few moments she sat up and regained her composure. Richard got to his feet and bent down to collect the empty cocktail glasses.

“Another round of drinks ladies?” he asked calmly.

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A Small Reminder

Something that struck me when I looked at this image was my wedding ring. Often I notice it in images taken when I am playing. I remember once a lover telling me that it was the sexiest thing I was wearing because it meant I belonged to another man and that man was allowing me to be with him. Ever since then I have always noticed my ring in images. It makes me think about the unconventional nature of my marriage and how fortunate I am that I found myself here.

In this image I am performing oral sex on Mr Jones because he indicated he would like me to give him a “road head job” while he was driving the yacht. Not one to deny him a fantasy I complied when the opportunity arose. He enjoyed it but not so much that he forgot to capture the moment!

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