A little while ago I had this inspiration to write SOMETHING every day. As I typed the words telling you all about this idea I knew it would fail. And it did. But like a habit that I just can’t kick here I am again.
1. Select a kink. You’re a first-time visitor to a dungeon, and you are ‘center stage’ because a sizeable crowd has gathered to watch you: a. Writhing from bare-hand spanking b. Restrained on an X-cross receiving a whipping c. Dangling in air wrapped in an ornate web of rope d. Naked on a floor mat with 3 people pleasuring you
Staying true to form I am going with d. Probably done a version of that before. Actually the three people but not with a crowd watching although that does sound awfully fun. Dangling in the air with three people pleasuring. Now that sounds like something to add to the bucket list!
2. If you selected #4 in the last question, tell us how you are pleasured?
Person A would have his face buried in my cunt. Person B would have his cock in my throat and Person C would be holding me and tantalising my nipples. Perhaps with some nibbling and a little pinching.
3. Bind, blind, tease. Write a 50-word story and include those 3 words.
Ropes on my wrists, holding me against the mattress. Fabric on my face obscuring my view. The feeling of your fingers stroking me causing me to arch against the mattress. Your lips nibble my breast as your fingers slide downwards. I moan as your fingers slide inside me. I feel your breath on my face but I cannot feel your body. My senses search for you, but I am restrained. My need is like an ache.
4. Sex Doll play: The ‘doll’ is the human version of an inflatable sex doll. The ‘doll’ must lie completely still on a bed and let their partner have at it. The partner is free to control the doll’s body and movements, and do what they please. Which will you be–the doll or the doll-master? Why?
Another item for the fucket list! A longer standing fantasy is to find a strong capable man to act out the sex doll fantasy with. Of course I am the doll. To be played by a person with skill and confidence…
Today’s word comes from a message I received from a random man on Facebook. I am a member of a couple of swinger’s groups that connect people who are interested in socialising together. The group is predominantly focused on connecting people who like cruise liner holidays both the “full take over” swingers cruises that operate from the United States as well as groups of swingers who go on cruising holidays together on regular vanilla cruises operating from Australia, or overseas I guess.
In the world of Covid the members of the group have focussed on more local travel and get togethers. The Bubbles have hosted some winery tours and Mr Jones and myself have hosted some sailing tours. Both events have been amazing, we have all met some good friends who have similar interests. So Random Man messages me with the following question
” I wanted to be sure about these excursions; are all who attend swingers and is couple play a realistic outcome if all are comfortable?”
I can’t speak for The Bubbles. I didn’t attend their events. Wine tasting is not my thing. I prefer to find a person I want to spend time with and drink the wine they recommend. But speaking for the excursions run by Mr Jones and myself, yes.
People are comfortable / attracted to / interested in the other people around.
Coming along to something like that expecting that couple play is going to happen as a matter of course is a going to result in disappointment. The second part of his message raised a few red flags;
” Are you aware of any Eyes Wide Shut style parties in Brisbane and how we could get invited?”
Right! So just to be clear Eyes Wide Shut focussed on a secret society of wealthy people and the women featured were prostitutes. They were fucking the ugly old guys because the guys were rich and they were paying them. Yes some of the scenes showed all people attending the party fucking including the rich old guys’ wives with young attractive men (also probably prostitutes or being rewarded in some monetary way). But a party of regular people with all their lumps and bumps and baggage, who haven’t met before, getting together to get naked and fuck the night away? Not as easy as just asking the first swinger you come across on Facebook for an invite.
The red flag that question raised was about expectations. In my internet meanderings I have met many men who are interested in swinging. A lot of the time their wives are not. I have even met couples at swing events in this situation. For some reason these guys seem to think that convincing their wife to just give it a try will result in them being able to fuck as many women as they want. Frequently these men don’t think about the possibility that the other people at these events might not be what they want or that they are NOT interested in fucking a guy who has coerced his wife into “giving it a go”.
Sometimes these men are looking for more sex because they don’t feel they get enough at home, or something is missing. I agree, expecting one person to meet all your sexual needs is unrealistic, but expecting swinging fix problems with your partner is also unrealistic. If your relationship is broken, and lets face it if you are coercing her to do something she doesn’t want to there is brokenness there, swinging will not fix it.
Of course I didn’t speak to this man long enough to get a clear picture of what he is looking for or of his situation. He could very well be in a completely well functioning relationship with a willing partner who is just as keen as him. He could attend an event and it could be all he and his wife dreamed of. But like I said that last question just raised a red flag.
“I want to fuck you right here, right now.” His cock was hard on her arse. His words were a secret whispered in her ear amongst the music and the chatter of drunken people all around them. His hands cupped her breasts under her shirt teasing her nipples.
Hot breath escaped from her lips and she spread her feet, bracing against the back of the chair as his fingers slid downwards into her slit. One arm held her firmly as the other hand teased her hardening clit. His beard tickled against her cheek as his breathing sounded in her ear. His finger slid down further, seeking her opening. The sounds of the party around them seemed to fade into the background. All that mattered was him, exploring and the urgency building.
There was a ripping sound of velcro being opened and she felt the hot velvety skin of his cock on her butt. Pre-cum smeared over her arse as he moved his cock between her butt cheeks. Like a dog on heat she bent forward and opened herself to him. For the briefest of seconds he paused at her opening before sliding the length of his cock into her hungry wet cunt.
She wondered who was watching, then he began pumping into her. She realised she didn’t care. All that mattered was the feeling of being fucked over a chair. His fingers worked over her clit and the juice of her arousal began to trickle down the inside of her leg. She could feel the tension building in him as he fucked her harder. The familiar yearning began to build.
Almost before she knew it he was there on the edge. His breathing changed, the rhythm of his stroke changed slightly and his fingers gripped her more tightly. She arched her back in anticipation she wanted to be filled with all he could give her.
He did not disappoint. With a long groan he emptied himself into her. She could feel his cock pulsing and relished the shuddering of his body, responding with her own cries of pleasure. He slumped over her back, breathing heavily. She rested her head on her arm and let the warmth flow through her. He pulled away from her slowly, reluctantly, his cock sliding out of her. A trickle of cum wound its way down her leg glistening in the party lights.
What is the most sexually daring thing you have done?
For many people this question is fairly cut and dry. For most people being daring sexually is a once in a lifetime or at the most once a year thing. For me, who has been consistently pushing the envelope for ten years or more it is a minefield of a question. I sometimes ask this question when I am in the initial phases of contact with prospective play partners. It is a way for me to gauge how adventurous and experienced they are. But when the tables are turned and I am asked the same question? Definitely a mine field.
Firstly, what does a person consider daring? Most vanillas would consider having sex with someone else in front of your partner daring. But most people we know in the swinging / kink world accept that is par for the course.
Having sex or doing something sexual in a public place? That is pretty daring. Mr Jones and I have done that several times. One that springs to mind is the time we took a break on a road trip and had sex on a table in a picnic area in front of a lake. There was a man who was fishing on his kayak who enjoyed the show immensely I am sure. There was the time I took a playmate to a nature reserve near my home and gave him a head job in the bird watching area while Mr Jones watched from the bushes. Oh and there was the time Mr Fix It and I went for a motorcycle ride and had sex in the rainforest next to a bushwalking trail. Like I said consistently pushing the envelope.
What about kinks and sexual things that are out of the ordinary? I have sold / given away my used underwear to men I have met on the internet. Not everyone’s cup of tea but something I actually find arousing. Similarly I have found giving men a the panties I wore to our encounter and then knowing they used it to pleasure themselves later is also extremely arousing. Getting photos of men wearing my underwear? Super fucking hot! This activity is something that I tend not to discuss with new people because I am afraid that they will think I am weird. Also it is disappointing when they tell me that is not their thing. Because I would absolutely love to find a partner who is in to that kind of thing again sometime.
The final thing that is more of an out there thing than a daring thing was fisting a man. Yes you read that right. Putting my fist in a man’s arse. I did it but I am not sure I will actively pursue finding someone who wants to do that again. As a rule I don’t reveal this one often in conversation. If I do it is because I am deliberately trying to shock. It is usually effective.
So there they all are. The fun, the kinky and the slightly gross.
If you want to review all of the questions I have published so far head over to the Thirty Dirty Questions Page for links to all the relevant posts.
“What is this?” Adam pulled a large cardboard box down from a shelf. The words “Lost and Found” were scrawled across the side of the box. Liz looked over her shoulder and grinned.
“I wouldn’t look in there.”
Adam placed the box on the table, “Why not?” His fingers pulled open the flaps.
“It is stuff I used to find on the floor after I had parties.”
He looked at her with one eyebrow raised, “Those parties?” The corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk.
Her brown eyes met with his across the room, “Yes, THOSE parties.”
He looked back at the box. Curiosity crowded his mind but on the other hand did he REALLY want to look in there? “Why did you keep this stuff?” He tried to sound casual. He told Liz a lot of things he thought about, but not everything.
“I honestly don’t know. I thought that people might ask about something they left behind and I didn’t want to tell them I threw their precious item in the trash.” She laughed. “But I doubt they are going to call up NOW to ask about some random thing they left at a sex party six months ago. Can you just chuck it in the bin?”
“OK.” Adam carried the box out of the room and down the stairs. Liz watched him go. For a moment she wondered. Adam thought he was subtle. But he was a man for heavens sakes.
Next to the dumpster Adam allowed himself a peek inside the box. There they were, red and satiny with lace trim. Somehow they found their way into his pocket. Two days later he found them, peeking out of his pocket as he threw clothes into the washing machine. He held them up for a few moments. Who had worn them? What had they done? Why had they forgotten to pick them up as they left? Somehow they went into the washer.
Later that afternoon he found them in the dryer, tucked between his trousers and his socks. He picked them up and ran them through his fingers. Nicely washed they smelled fresh when he touched the silky fabric to his face. The next morning the red satin gleamed at him from his underwear drawer. Without thinking he slid them over his arse. The smooth coolness of the satin stretched across his cock. Pleasantly squashing his balls against his body and bunching up his cock.
At work in the bathroom stalls he allowed himself to stroke his cock through the satin. A feeling of daring surged through him and he found himself snapping a picture of red shiny satin peeking through his trouser zip. The panties restricted him nicely as his cock leaked pre-cum.
It was time to show her.
Liz’s phone pinged. Her eyes widened as she looked at the image.
Under her desk, between her thighs her own red satin panties became a little damp.
This story is an alternate perspective of last weeks entry “In the Dark”
His ears strained listening for sounds that would tell him what was happening down the hallway. Since she had left their bed time had seemed to stop. The house was quiet in the early morning. In other rooms other people slept. Oblivious to what was unfolding. A faint sound of pleasure came from the room at the other end of the house. Jake’s ears pricked. His cock twinged in response.
In response to the sounds from the other end of the house he reached down and wrapped his hand around his cock squeezing gently. He imagined her sliding into the bed next to the other man. Her hands moving over his body as she roused him from sleep. The unmistakable sound of her pleasure came softly to his ears. He knew that she had woken him and he was pleasuring her. Was his hand sliding between those silky thighs he knew so well? Did she gush juice over his hand as he fingered her folds.
Sounds of their pleasure increased. He could hear heavy breathing as they pleasured each other. A rhythmic squeak told him they had started to fuck. In his mind Jake could see her sitting proudly astride him her magnificent breasts bouncing in time with her movements as his cock was buried deep in her cunt. A deep guttural moan excited his hard cock even more. His hand shuffled up and down as he listened to them fucking in the other room. The squeaking of the bed became more frantic before he heard the sound of his climax. Alone in his bed Jake’s body arched as he imagined him pumping his seed into her.
The sounds of pleasure ebbed away and silence descended into the cool early morning air. Once more Jake found himself pricking his ears, straining for a sound to inform him of what was happening. The soft patter of feet on the wooden floor warned him of her return. What gift would she bring him?
Without a word she slid back into the warmth of his bed. They kissed briefly but his mind was focussed completely on something else. Urgently, more forcefully than normal he pushed her down on the bed and spread her legs. He dipped his fingers into her cunt feeling the different texture of her wetness. The smell of semen filled his nostrils and his desire was overpowering.
“Sit on my face.” He whispered into the darkness.
Without question she obliged spreading her thighs and smothering him in the glorious smell and taste that she had carried back to him. He tried to hold back, to savour his gift but he was incapable. His fingers gripped her hips as he pulled her down to bury his face in her cunt. Another man’s semen and his own wife’s juice covered his face. His desire for her had never been so overwhelming. He needed to fuck her. To cover his cock with cum and pussy juice. To fully enjoy her gift.
“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.”
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!
It has been several years since Mr Fix It and I were regular FWBs. Back in the day we did have a lot of fun. This particular day was one of the highlights for me. I sincerely hope it was the same for him.
My week had been pretty busy with vanilla things. A couple of months back when I was in the throes of full on full time study I had fantasised about all the things I would get up to when study took a break for a while and I had a bit of time to myself. Of course it was a fantasy. Things never work out the way we imagine but that is life However things perked up when I received this text.
Have a great hump day. Would you like to be at my place between 9 and 9.30 so I can pamper you nicely.
He is always so polite. I love that about him. And of course I wanted a morning of pamper. Who wouldn’t so I messaged back;
A morning of pamper sounds nice. I shall bring the massage table and the nail polish? Any other requests?
To which he replied;
I think that is it. I would really like it if you could wear something sexy for me.
Now even though the original offer was for pampering for myself how could I not give such a polite, caring soul a hot surprise. So I set my mind to what I could wear. I don’t have a massively extensive wardrobe so this means he has seen pretty much everything that I have. Of course he has his favourites and I could do the easy thing and go with something tried and true but I was in the mood for something a bit less routine. I flicked through my closet turning over ideas in my head. Some of my outfits had promise but then I remembered it was winter. There is nothing sexy about being cold. Then I remembered my fur coat.
It isn’t real fur of course. Writing about this now I kind of cringe a little at the cliché but even after all my adventures I had never done the sexy undressed woman in a fur coat thing. I chose some lacy things to wear underneath. Glimpses of lace are so much more titillating that bare skin. Dressing was a challenge though. Normally when I go out I have an assistant to help me with straps and suspender belts. Today I was home alone and had to manage by myself. I fumbled through it, and satisfied with the results I was all ready to go.
I never really thought about some of the ramifications of my plan until I got into my car. As I drove dressed in a coat that really didn’t button well, dressed in underwear and boots I was a little distracted. Fortunately I didn’t encounter a policeman during my short journey. As I sat at the lights in my Mazda RX8 I noticed some young men checking out my car. I laughed to myself as I thought “If you think the outside of the car is hot you should see what is INSIDE.”
I arrived at my destination and stepped out of the car. As I made my way up the driveway I kind of wished that there was a neighbour loitering around in their front yard so that I could really spark up their day. The feeling of being so undressed in public was making me feel as if I had drunk a bottle of wine or something. It made me more daring that I would normally be.
He had left the door open. When I went in I found him on the couch. He had put the heater on so the room was nice and warm. I sat beside him, being careful to keep my coat closed. He was quiet and restrained but I could see his eyes scanning me. He noticed the boots and the stockings but he couldn’t see what was underneath. We sat for a few moments, me waiting for him to make a move, him not sure what to do with me. I noticed that his boxers had started to look like a tent.
“So what is under the coat?” he asked trying to sound casual.
I wasn’t fooled, “Stuff,” I wasn’t going to give too much away. “Did you want to see?” I couldn’t help myself. He wasn’t going to get the whole dinner served on a platter. He had to work a little for it.
He was like a small child afraid to ask for too much, “Can I?”
I moved the coat a little to give him a glimpse of lace clad thigh, “Do you want to,” I really loved the teasing. It was hotter than prancing around in public nude underneath my coat.
He reached forward and opened the coat. The look on his face was priceless. I had to stop myself from clapping because of the success of my devious plan.
“I didn’t bring the massage table because I figured that after you saw this you wouldn’t be interested in massage.” I commented as he continued to look at me.
“I think that was a wise assessment of the situation,” he lay me down on the couch and sat beside me. He still hadn’t touched me; he was like a child at Christmas unsure of which part to touch first. Carefully he unclasped the suspenders and removed my underwear, I shrugged out of my coat and lay, waiting. The boxers were despatched and he stood in above me with his hard cock standing out in front of him. He kneeled between my legs and slid his fingers into my cunt.
“Mmmmm, someone is a bit horny then,” he murmured before he slid his cock inside me. It had been a while since we fucked, I didn’t realise how good he felt inside me. I wanted him to fuck me for hours and hours but of course he had other plans. After a few strokes that brought us both close to the edge he pulled out and stood up beside the couch. His cock was even harder now and it was glistening with my juice. He held it close to my face and I sucked him briefly before he took my hand and led me to the bedroom.
He laid me down on the bed, dressed in boots and stockings and proceeded to eat my wet cunt. I knew what he wanted but I wanted to make him wait. He teased and licked me I could feel the pressure building in me but I held my pussy tight, keeping my juice inside, enjoying the teasing and tasting. He built me up until I couldn’t hold it any more. A jet of juice escaped and covered his face. Like a greedy child he lapped harder, sliding his finger into me, teasing the orgasms out of me. If the neighbours hadn’t seen me earlier they certainly heard me now. I covered his face and the bed before he knelt between my knees.
He held my boots high in the air as he teased my hungry, wet pussy with his cock before sliding back inside me. We fucked like rabbits. I came again, squirting juice over his cock as it slammed into me. This wasn’t the long leisurely session we had discussed but I didn’t care. I loved this cock fucking me I just wanted more and more. I knew he wouldn’t be able to last longer but I didn’t care. I wanted to see him cumming.
As if he read my mind he pulled his cock out of me and jetted his cum over my belly, before sliding it back into me to fuck me harder as he climaxed a second time. I arched up to him, holding his throbbing cock tight inside me as he climaxed a third time.
We lay together enjoying the aftermath but I wasn’t finished. I opened the bag I had brought and pulled out some toys. He smiled with pleasure as I showed him what I had bought. I gave him the butt plug first. The novelty was back as he lubed it up and played around my ass with it. Carefully, slowly he slid it into me. I was horny and greedy, but I resisted the urge to tell him to hurry up. It slid in more easily than he expected I twisted in anticipation as he picked up my other vibe. Again, slowly, carefully he slid it into my hungry wet cunt. I loved the full feeling of the two toys stretching me, pleasuring me. He fucked me with the vibe, watching my face as I teased my hungry clit. I tried to hold off the orgasm but it was impatient. I came hard as he fucked me arching off the bed and groaning out my pleasure. The orgasm seemed to go for minutes before I collapsed, exhausted on the bed.
Since the beginning of the year I have been working through “Thirty Dirty Questions” which I found on the blog of Brigid Delaney. Along the way I have been joined by two fellow bloggers; Mike from Marriage, Sex and More and Marie from Rebel’s Notes. Make sure you check out their responses for some excellent insights.
What do you tend to fantasize or dream about when it comes to sex? What kinds of porn or kink are you drawn to?
I am excited by the idea of playing with a dominant. I am attracted to men who take charge and give directions. My experiences with The Second Mate expanded on this attraction. Being given specific instructions that expanded my boundaries and helped me to learn more about my own body were very satisfying and left me wanting more. Johnny also ticked some of these boxes. He had a specific order he liked to do things in and he gave clear instructions. In addition he had “the look” that he gave me when he knew I was on the verge of orgasm and he wanted to see me come. The Second Mate also had a “look” that he would give when he knew I was holding back or getting distracted. I find the thought of being instructed when to orgasm intensely exciting.
Mr Jones and I have discussed the idea of me finding a dominant. Until we met The Second Mate Mr Jones felt that any man that was strong enough to dominate me would not be a very nice person. Part of his thinking was because I didn’t communicate clearly what I really wanted. Since we have played with The Second Mate and I was able to give him a more specific example of what I really like he is a little more on board with the idea.
Even though I like this idea and Mr Jones is OK with it in theory I am not about to embark on a specific search for a man like this. My experience with meeting people through Fetlife has been very bad. I can select for dominant men through the dating app I currently use but it is primarily for swingers and sex and so any kind of kink often has a loose interpretation. Although I did meet The Second Mate and Johnny on it so there is hope. My current approach is to let things happen organically. It has enabled me to have some great experiences so if I have a more specific goal I am hopeful that I will be having a lot of fun.
The Second Mate led Lucy down the stairs. Once inside The Captain’s cabin he stripped away the strips of clothing that she had been permitted to wear before taking her to the shower. After he made sure the water was the right temperature, he guided her into the warm stream before gently soaping her all over. His hands lingered over the fullness of her breasts holding the round globes in his palms and teasing her nipples with his thumbs. She gave a little whimper of pleasure as he leaned down and took each of her nipples into his mouth.
His hands wandered down over her body to cup the cheeks of her butt before sliding between her thighs to caress her pussy.
“You were such a good girl today. Did you enjoy yourself?” he asked as he looked intently into her eyes.
She gave a sly smile, “Yes I did, although I wish that you had let me have more.”
He turned off the water and she stepped out of the shower into the towel he was holding.
“I told you. There will be more.”
When she was dry, he led her out of the bathroom to the Captain’s bed where The Captain was waiting for her. As always, the sight of his thick cock caused a throb in her cunt. Lucy grinned like a little girl with a treat as she climbed onto the bed. The Captain lay back as she kneeled over him and teased herself with the head of his cock. A shudder went through her body and a warm jet of liquid covered his cock. The Second Mate felt his cock harden.
With a satisfied sigh Lucy lowered herself onto The Captain’s cock as his hands gripped her hips. She moved slowly at first until he encouraged her to move faster. The Second Mate stood at the end of the bed watching as the speed of her movements increasing. Unconsciously his hand wrapped around his cock. He began to stroke slowly. He stepped forward straddling The Captain’s legs. His cock was hard against Lucy’s arse. Pre-cum glistened over the tip.
“Would you like more?” his voice was hot in her ear.
“Lean forward,” he instructed.
Lucy leaned down so that her breasts were pressing against The Captain’s chest. She felt The Second Mate’s cock against her pussy.
“What are you doing,” Lucy gasped
His voice was hot in her ear, “You wanted more,”
She felt her pussy stretch as the tip of the Second Mate’s cock sought entry. For a moment she wondered if he was attempting the impossible but then she felt herself opening to him. Her mouth opened in a gasp of pleasure as he slowly stretched her wide enough to fit his cock in beside The Captain. The three of them were still for a moment breathing and feeling each other. The Second Mate began to move with slow thrusts. Lucy could feel every tiny movement of him. She never would have imagined the intense pressure of being so stretched could be so amazing.