Thursday, May 31, 2007

Late night porn

Patience is a virtue, darlings. As I've spent almost all my life learning and am still.

My vacation synaposis: resort, sun, burned, fun, margaritas, me doing tequila, him not able, swimming, reading, sleeping, fucking [which was good], aloe vera, driving two days to see 3 ruins, me climbing the tallest, him stopping mid-way, he drove, I navigated, little towns, using my Spanish rocked, they all thought we were married and I gave up contradicting, back to the resort, sleeping, reading, sun, margaritas, my first pina colada, swimming, sunning. A week was enough. There will be pictures uploaded soon. They will be London, Paris, and Mexico.

But for now, I'm still scoping the horizon. My hopes are always too high and James laughs with me, not at me. A colleague within the circle and I have exchanged very naughty, dirty emails but his naughty is my been-there-done-that [anal, woman cumming, ripping clothes off, semi-public sex, dirty talk -- um, how is this kinky? Or, have I become so depraved that even exotic is boring to me now?]. A man online who likes Lolita as much - if not more than I do but who writes in too fancy, journalistic prose for me to take seriously -- or wonder if he's more about passion and less about fucking. Sigh. My aim is the hope of Paris. For now, I'll get butterflies saying naughty things, crossing lines, refusing to be a teacher and maybe even being a bit cold-hearted.

But all that aside, my colleague-type-person we'll call him Phillip. He requested a story.

I would warn you but you should all know by now. Read it at work only if you can drop your pants and rub off there and then. Or, run to the bathroom for some privacy. Or, if you can bend your co-worker over her desk and shove it in her unexpecting cunnie.

IE, nsfw

Again, I take liberties where I like and prefer to call it creative non-fiction. Hopefully, I will never be sued.


Him: Along those lines, how about you tell me what you think would happen if a couple professionals are working late in the office and one thing leads to another and ends up with some rough sex, dirty talk, anal, etc.


Me: God, this is really a fiction story for me. Usually the stories I write when given a theme have some kind of personal angle. I write creative non-fiction a lot better than fiction. But this theme.. Well, this job has been my first "real" professional job and frankly, I'm just not into all the women around me that much. I had such high hopes about having more men on staff....

When I think about this kind of situation, I think of 2 people with already established interest, a lot of sexual tension, and the multitudes of fantasies they'd both have running through their minds if left alone late at night.

It reminds me of the first realization that I liked it rough and I liked it bad. I had dropped out of college after my freshman year and was living in a shared house with 5 other roommates. One of them, was a tattood drummer in a local band. He was dating this big blonde punk girl and when I'd been in his bedroom I'd noticed cuffs and eyelets on his 4-poster wooden bed. He did a lot of speed and smoked a lot of pot. I'd always always had a huge crush on him but he was either dating some girl or we unconsciously had this underlying "don't date roommates" feeling.

After a while he moved out and started living with the big blonde punk girl. He'd come over once in a while to practice drums in our basement. One day I just happened to be home. No one else was home but with 4 other roommates there was always a possibility someone would come back from work. I was upstairs in my room, totally horny, hearing him bang bang bang on the drums. It was driving me crazy horny. I made the excuse to go downstairs to the basement to start my laundry. He didn't stop drumming. I went back upstairs to my room and laid there thinking god, what can I do to get him to touch me? Of course, I wasn't interested in making the first move and being blamed for his cheating on his girlfriend. Of course, I didn't want him to cheat. Of course, I didn't want to want him but I couldn't do anything about that either.

Sometimes when I'm at that very excited stage in my lunar cycle, I'm completely inconsolable and slightly obsessed with sex and getting off. And there was nothing I could do at this point to stop obsessing about wanting to have him fuck me, about wanting him to stop playing those drums and put his sweaty cock up inside me. I didn't really know about masturbation at this point in my life but knew I loved fucking and wanted him to fuck me. Now. Now. Now. What was I going to do though? How would I ensure the least amount of rejection if he didn't - or couldn't - want me back? I needed a cover-up. A way to make it unavoidable for him to want me and give us both a way out if he absolutely couldn't do it.

I just couldn't take it anymore though. Every idea I had seemed childish and stupid and I was running out of time. He'd have to leave soon or our roommates would get home soon. Fuck. I have to do something. On the count of one-two-... three...

I headed down the stairs to the basement. I knew he could hear my stomps because the floors were old wood. His drumming kind of slowed. I got to the second to the last set of stairs and hollared, "Joe!... Joe!...." I could hear him get up and start for the stairs.. "What? What's wrong?" I came down the last set of stairs and we met in the narrow stairway. "You've. Got. to stop drumming." He looked puzzled. "I...I just can't take it any longer." I came down the last steps and leaned toward him. "You're turning me on too much."

He grabbed my waist and pulled me in and we started kissing. He spun me around and started pushing me backwards. His hand went up my shirt, pulled my bra down under my tit, and started pinching my nipple.. hard pinches, too. I was startled by the pain but his mouth muffled my surprise. He pushed me into the wall - hard, grabbed my wrists together in one hand and moved them above my head. His other hand pushed my skirt up and shoved into my panties.

At some point he moved us over to the workbench table - freakishly perfect height and he put me up there, spread my legs and shoved his cock into me. I gripped the table edges and tried not to cry out in case someone came home.

..............

I like it when Andy visits cuz he knows how I am. He knows the deep nasty and the pretty flower. We're on the meter so there isn't a lot of talk until after and even then it's only about 20 minutes tops. He'll come in and sometimes I've had the time to shower and get dolled up - maybe a schoolgirl uniform, maybe a shiny black slip and fishnets, maybe the easily slip-on slip-off tank top so he can find that joy of springing my tits over the neckline - I think from his viewpoint they make nice somewhat pushed together and erect.

Usually I'm giddy. And, always nervous. We'll say our hellos and somehow a magnetic force makes us kiss, deep and slow, light and licking. Someone's hands go somewhere but he'll press me up against the wall and usually I'll ask with my motions if I can suck his cock.

I like unbuckling his belt and I like how his hands hold up his shirt a little bit to help me. As soon as the pants open I like to reach my hand in and pull out his cock, careful not to catch it on anything. One time he was rushed coming over and had no underwear on which was an even nicer surprise.

I'll slide his pants down while his hands will find a spot of my skin to touch, to try to fondle from that angle. Get on my knees on the floor and gently lick his cock, wetting it for the longer sucks I'll employ next.

He knows I'm practicing and he's a good homework - pressing his cock deeper down my mouth and throat while pulling the back of my head towards him, holding me down on his cock. He'll release when my hands gently push him away and I start gagging. But the sound, he says, is amazing. I wonder if he can feel my mouth tighten around him. He is the one who showed me how to lay on the bed on my back with my head hanging off the edge so he could get a better, longer angle into my throat. I have told him I'd like to be Deep Throat.

But it is Sir Max who helped train me in this. Blindfolded, naked, sitting back on my heels in the middle of his piano room atop the rug. "Lean forward onto your elbows." "Yes, Sir." "Here is the dildo. And, here is the dish of olive oil. It's gentle oil, not too strong. Dip the dildo into it. Place the base of the dildo onto the floor. Now, slowly, place it into your mouth." The oil cuts down on the rubber taste and gives a natural lube, especially as my mouth is dry in nervousness. "Slowly slide the tip of the dildo along the roof of your mouth. Slide it all the way to the back. Keep doing that until your mouth and throat are comfortable enough to let it pass your uvula. This practice will stop that god-awful gagging noise I so don't appreciate." After a long time of trying - I couldn't see time for the blindfold - I was able to feel a slight pop as the dildo passed it without gagging. I am still trying to replicate that on a real cock. Andy has kindly offered to help.

Alas, the clock keeps ticking and while Andy would like me to spend all my time sucking his cock, there are other games we'd like to play, like, let's make her blush with embarrassment. Andy likes to guide me to a standing position, bent over with my hands on my low bed and his hands opening my ass cheeks. He likes to look, which makes me squirm and blush and want to pull away. Then, he likes to stick his tongue in and flick around to make me bite my lip in shame.

Sir Max blindfolded me once and made my belly full. I thought he'd put an inflatible dildo into my ass but instead he led me shuffling up the stairs to the bathroom, sat me down and said, "Expel." Huh? "When you're done, call me and I'll help clean you." My first enema and I couldn't even feel the total humiliation I had hoped for. Although, the slow stream and seeping out my bummie was humiliating enough. Not wanting him to help me clean was worse. And getting round two was even more horrible. He told me to kneel and put my hands on the floor in front me. I had no idea my hands would go into the shower stall adjacent to the toilet. "Bow down on your elbows, raise your ass." The tip eased into my pucker and another stream of liquid flowed up inside me. This time I could feel my belly swell. [Just like the girl in "The Ultimate Guide to Anal Sex for Women" by Tristan Taromino] Then, accidentally, it came slightly spraying out the sides when I was full. I was thoroughly humiliated. "Stay there for a minute. Call me when it starts to feel uncomfortable." I wasn't sure what "uncomfortable" meant so I just waited and he had to pull me up off the floor and set me on the toilet. "Make sure to pass it all out. Be a good girl. You're our lamb this evening. And our sacrifical lamb must be clean." Of course, he wasn't going to do me harm, this was all to get my mind into the game. And it worked. I waited until every last drop was out. I was a good girl.

Andy and I don't have time for elaborate cleansing rituals. Plus, we're too hot for each other to be that patient. His tongue, lord have mercy.. I do try to clean as best as I can. And I hate to think of the strong scent down there but I love that he licks and forces his tongue into my ass until I forget that it's dirty and nasty and wrong and start pushing back, reaching around to pull my cheeks open further, pushing back and moaning.

When I was the lamb I was tied up and flogged. Once, I had horribly mean clothespins attached to my tender, pert tits. Once, I was hung from my wrists with my only toesies touching reality and beaten on the inside of my legs while they were pulled apart by a spreader bar at my ankles. And, many lovely times I was on a cross with a flogger across my back and ass - working out all the kinks in my muscles and sending me flying out to sparkle palace where the waves roll gently and every sting is a kiss.

Andy flips me over and pushes my pulsing body back up the bed. His mouth covers my cunnie and finds my opening and my clit and somehow this sends my hips rising and falling, making a game for him of follow the leader. His finger, soaked in saliva and cum running down from my cunnie, finds its way to my bummie and slowly, gently, quarter-inch by quarter-inch slides in and out. It's really the in-out that gets me. Not so much the in-twist, but the thrusting. I can understand why they make ribbed condoms and ribbed dildos and fucking machines.

When we're not tense full of passion, he'll take his time and take the whole time slowly sinking his cock into my ass - while I'm on my back or when I'm like a doggie. Although when we're too fired up, he pushes my legs so far apart like I'm 6 years old and that flexible, and he'll slide his cock into my cunnie. Sometimes he'll perch above pounding me so my head bounces off the bed and my orgasm comes wild. Sometimes he'll get close to my ear and whisper, "You wanna be just like mommy, don't you? You want to be daddy's special girl. You won't tell anyone how we love each other." Or maybe "God, you're like a fucking 16 year old. You're a dirty, nasty teenager fucking an older man." And when I'm on top, "Your fucking tits.... god, your body... it's like you're a fucking high schooler."

When Sir Max is in me it's the same thing. Our little secret. Daddy loves his little baby. Baby wants to be a big girl, doesn't she? Do it for Daddy. Daddy has to have you. Daddy needs to fuck his little girl.

I've asked for this. It seems to be the ultimate taboo and the dirtiest place I can sink. Well... there are dirtier, but for now this is what I'll share.

And when they're inside, I like to clench my cunnie around them. I don't intend to suck the condom off, I don't intend to keep them inside for forever. I push out and suck in. I don't need them to tell me to touch myself. It's better for both of us when I do. But sometimes they tell me, or they make my finger go on my button because they know how it's the next level.

And, when Andy is in my ass, picking up speed sliding in and out, out all the way to the tippy tip of the head and back slowly in all the way to his belly, my finger on my clitty makes it slide that much better, that much smoother, that much wetter and I can lose myself and fuck fuck fuck fuck god yes yes yes fuck yes oh my god the nerves exploding and I can't help but strain against his cock, pushing it out and sucking it back deeply into my bowels. Fuck fuck yes yes and as my muscles clench around him and his hands are on my hips pulling my ass back to him and pushing me away and my one hand clenched around the sheet and the other sliding furiously back and forth back and forth fuck fuck yes yes oh fuck I'm gonna cum Daddy fuck are you gonna cum too? yes? fuck Daddy I'm gonna cum fuck I'm gonna cum all over your cock fuck all over your fucking hard cock Daddy!!!!....

3 comments:

a said...

Fantastically written.

You mention patience in one moment, and I think "Patience was never my strong suit." To my great chagrin. To my great chagrin.

And I'm sure you know what I mean.

I'm smiling, ruefully, now.

To my great chagrin.

Monster said...

Being virtuous never felt so dirty.

Hooray.

Tom Paine said...

Alix Lakehurst sent me here. Lo-lo-lo-la-lola! Nicely done.