When Fantasy Becomes Reality

After all the fantasies in my head, it was finally going to happen today!

3.50 – I receive a text: 10 mins away

4.00 – Next text: Walking up the driveway

So, I’m presenting as commanded: kneeling on the bed, with my legs spread; and my ass in the air, facing towards the door. I hear the front door open and I take a deep breath. (camera click) I hear His shoes come off, His belt undone, His pants dropping. I feel a cold hand on the right cheek of my butt, grabbing it like a child with a Christmas present. He runs both His hands from my flanks, along my body and up to my shoulders. Then I hear Him drop to His knees. I feel the unshaven stubble against the tender skin of my bottom; then I feel the warmth of His tongue invade my asshole. I let out a trembling breath. His entire face is buried between my cheeks.

I feel one finger tentatively circle my anus then push it’s way into the tightness. Mmm…I love that feeling. His finger is replaced with a slightly thicker thumb. (camera click) Then, two fingers. Holy Shit! How many fingers do you have in there? I ask. Two. Should I try another one? He replies. Hell, yes!

The fingers are withdrawn. I feel the emptiness. Then a larger, cold tip is pushing at my still-tight hole. He pushes it in further. I feel tingles run from my ass all the way to my shoulders. ‘Tingles’ doesn’t actually describe those feelings – it was like, when I was a lot younger and I had taken an Ecstasy tablet and, when I ran my nails over my stockings and the feeling that happened then. Those feelings took my breath away. Do you want more? He asks. I want Your cock, please…

Cold lube dribbles into my ass. He spreads my ass cheeks. (camera click) He massages some lube into and around my hole. He slides His cock into my warmth. Oh, my! He fits perfectly. He slaps my butt. I startle, as if I have been shocked with a jolt of electricity. He starts with short thrusts, lengthening as He feels me relax. Then He starts thrusting. He isn’t just in my ass; He is fucking my ass. And I am groaning loudly with enjoyment. Why haven’t I done this sooner?

He removes His cock. I hear something behind me. He starts to enter my hole again. Oh! I really do like that initial entry! (camera click) He delves in deeper. (camera click) He climbs onto the bed so He is standing astride me and drilling my ass. Those primal grunts are coming from me?

Turn over. With your head down this end. He removes the condom. His cock hangs above my face. I open my mouth and His cock falls within it as He leans forward to finger, lick and nuzzle my pussy…for forever! How do I keep sucking His cock and playing with His balls when there are so many fabulous sensations being generated from my nether regions?

He stands again; grabs another condom as He moves to the other side of the bed. He gently pushes His cock inside my pussy. We are finally face to face. I look up at his face, so close to mine. I grin. So hi! How are you?

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My Scene

So, I’m lying on bed – very, very horny…knowing that there is no one who is going to help me with this pent-up frustration.

I reach over to my bag of toys and pull out my favourite toy: the butterfly kiss. I am so very horny that it goes in without any effort

I turn it on: the motor hums; the sensations – teasing.

I need much more.

I turn the speed and intensity up… then some more – this is just NOT going to do it for me.

I grab my lube and coat my baby butt plug.  Slowly, slowly I insert it.

Aaah, it’s in… and I have the wonderful sensation of being filled.

I enjoy that feeling for a moment then I reach out for my Hitachi Magic Wand. I place it where the curve of the clit tickler and inserted part meet. I turn it on – it sends the vibrator into overdrive. I can feel the inside bit moving around instead of just vibrating. My clit is buzzing with joy. I turn the speed up.

Holy shit! That’s it!

…but my legs keep clamping together and I can’t seem to allow the sensations take over. I remove all my toys and find the starter bondage set that I bought: : I take out the leg restraints, attach them to my bed; and insert my ankles.

I have kept all the toys within reach so I start again. This time I put the butt plug in first. Again that wonderful feeling. Then the vibrator. Then the Wand.

Oh….this is better.

I lay back and let the sensations flow over me.

Little do I know that I had left the front door open and you were standing at my bedroom doorway watching me.

You watch until it looks like I am about to climax.

Then you crawl into my room to the foot of my bed. You slowly take out the butt plug.

It feels to me that I pushed it out with my tensed muscles.

So I still don’t know you’re there.

You cup my ass with your hand and insert your thumb into my still well-lubricated ass-hole.

What the…?

Because my legs are bound, I can’t get myself up to see what’s going on – but the feeling is wonderful, so I let it keep going.

Next, you take away the Wand and put it to one side. The noise I make tells you that I’m not happy about it.

“Shhhh,” you whisper, “….close your eyes.”

I do as I’m told…because that thumb is moving in and out of ass and making me very happy. It also feels so naughty. And, even though I haven’t worked out who you are, I’m enjoying not knowing.

You remove your thumb and take the blindfold from my kit – you blindfold me, while whispering in my ear, “I won’t hurt you, little one.”

The vibrator is still inside my pussy so the sound of your voice in my ear and the humming of the little machine makes all my muscles clench.

You attach the hand restraints to my bed and to me. I am now spread-eagled naked across my bed with just a blindfold, and a lot of vulnerability.

“Oh, little one,” you say, “you look edible and I’m ravenous.”

You leave the vibrator where it is and decide to claim ownership to my body. This is beginning to scare me. But you start to run your hands and mouth over my body. Your hands dance over my boobs, followed by your tongue swirling around my nipples. Your tongue plays there until my nipples are hard little nubs…then you pinch them, both at the same time.

I cry out.

Your tongue returns to ‘heal’ them…then you bite my left nipple.

I cry out again.

Your hands have been moving down my body, over the swell of my tummy, so that when I cry out, you insert two fingers into my pussy, with the vibrator.

I am so wet and hungry.

You move yourself so that you are astride me – your face looking towards my toes.

You slide your fingers and the vibrator from my cunt and insert a very wet middle finger into my asshole, while your thumb circles my clit.

My hips are thrusting forward.

“Calm down, little one,” you say. “Open your mouth.”

I do as I’m told.

You hang your cock above my mouth and let the pre-cum drip onto my lips. I lick them and open my mouth again. You lower your cock so the tip of it sits on my lower lip. I try to take it into my mouth – you pull it away.

“Just leave your mouth open,” you order, ”I will do the rest.”

I open my mouth widely. Everything about me is exposed and under your control.

You lower your cock to my mouth again, very slowly, just to see if I will behave. I leave my mouth open and try not to move, even though your thumb is adding pressure to my clit and I think you have put another finger in my asshole.

You lower yourself further. My tongue reaches out.

“Not yet, little one,” you say.

You allow more of your cock into my mouth…and more. Finally, you are almost sitting on my face – your balls on my nose.

“Now, little one, swirl your tongue around my cock.”

I try to do as I am told.

Your thumb is mimicking the movement of my tongue. I can’t keep still despite the restraints.

You keep your cock in my mouth but remove all the other pleasurable things from my body. I make a noise, a grunt, to show my displeasure.

“Stay still, or there will be no pleasure for you,” you command.

I stop moving.

“Keep your tongue moving,” you bark.

You lean down and insert I-don’t-know-how-many fingers into my asshole. All I know is that I have never felt this full or stretched. You put the tip of your tongue on my clit. I move forward to meet you. You remove your tongue.

“I told you not to move,” you warn.

I am almost in tears. I am so frustrated. I need some release. I lay still.

Once again, the tip of your tongue touches my clit.

I stay still.

The tip of your tongue dances slowly around my clit. I want you to touch it, to lick it, to do anything you want!

I stay still, hoping for more. I swirl my tongue around your cock with more intensity, thinking if I can please you, you will please me.

The warmth of your tongue envelops my clit. You can hear my muffled sigh

“Do NOT cum!” you order, “I have more, better things planned and you will not get them if you cum.”

I lay still, praying that I can handle all these sensations.

When your tongue invades the heat and wetness of my cunt, I buck and thrash and suddenly, waves are flowing over me and your face is soaked in my juices.

“Ah,” you say, “you have no control. You will have to be taught. Now stay still.”

Your tongue continues its exploration of my pussy. You wiggle your fingers in my ass. I try to remain still.  Your tongue begins to mimic a cock and thrust in and out of my pussy. Your cock starts to copy the rhythm until you are fucking my mouth. I wrap my lips around the girth of your cock as you thrust in and out of my mouth.

You move faster and faster. I think I’m about to choke. I try to take a breath, when I feel the warmth of you running down the back of my throat. I swallow it and try to breath.

You move your body from my face. You take your fingers and tongue from my body and I can hear you moving around but I don’t know what you’re doing…until I feel the tip of your cock rubbing against the lips of my cunt.

You lift my ass up and put your knees beneath it. You slowly put your cock into my cunt. I’m holding my breath. I feel the head enter my warmth, then more of you…I sigh contentedly (still trying not to move)…then more of you.

I can feel your cock in my tummy – at least that’s what it feels like.

You loosen the restraints on my feet and place my ankles over your shoulders, as you thrust the fullness of you into my inviting cunt. I grunt. You move rhythmically, with total control.

“Now you can start moving. Meet my cock with your body,” you demand.

As you plunge deeper, I lift my hips to meet you and swallow more and more of your cock. You’re holding me on an angle, so you are drilling into me. You thrust your thumbs into my asshole and grip onto my butt cheeks, so tightly that I can feel your nails.

The pumping begins to move faster. I grunt with each movement as the breath leaves my body.

You are holding onto my ass and spreading my cheeks wider and wider as you thrust as deep as you can into my body. I feel like I am about to break. Your grip tightens. I scream out. You fuck me faster and harder – harder than I have ever been fucked before.

Suddenly, it slows down as you cum inside me – yet deepens, if that’s possible, like you’re trying to milk all the juices from your body.

You remove your cock from my pussy.

I feel empty.

I feel you moving around me again.

“Lick our juices from my cock,” you command, as you place your cock on my lips.

I begin to lap the wetness from your cock, trying to get each drop, trying to make you happy.

When I have done this, to your satisfaction, you move away from my mouth.

Once again, I hear you moving.

“Stay still, little one,” you whisper, “don’t move,” as you undo the restraints around my hands.

“Stay still, even if I have let you free,” you whisper.

I don’t move.

I hear you moving around some more.

 

Then I don’t hear anything anymore.

I remove my blindfold and you’re gone.

 

My Party

She sent me a text: 

Of course, I was fuckin’ horny. She had been teasing me for weeks: sending photos of her ass, photos of her in sexy lingerie, inviting me over for drinks then sending me home with nothing. Last night, I had a drink at her place. She showed me the new sheets on her bed. She even invited me to lie down on her bed, with her; then sent me home. Yes, I was horny.

She sent me another text:

 It seemed like a good idea. She couldn’t send me home after that invitation. I went off to the reunion, looking forward to my own little after-party.

I arrived at the reunion, wondering if anyone I knew would turn up. I didn’t need to worry as, standing at the bar, was a group of my old mates. It was weird – we reverted back to our teenage selves within minutes: playing drinking games, boasting about conquests and big-noting ourselves.

All in all, it was a great night – maybe a little too much to drink. Then it was off time to go see her.

The door was unlocked, as promised. I left my clothes on the couch and quietly entered her room. She was lying under the covers with her back to me. I crept under the covers and pressed my cold body against the heat of hers. My cock nestled against her ass cheeks. I reached around her and played with her knockers. They were soft under my rough hands, except for the hard nubs that were her nipples. I drew her towards me and onto her back. I buried my face between her tits – they were great: each one was bigger than both my hands and her nipples were pale, pale pink. I licked them like I had been handed two giant ice-cream cones and I didn’t know which to eat first.

I moved my hand down to her cunt, to see if she was ready for me because I was ready to fuck her. I slid my hand through her pubic hair, my middle finger running along her slit until it reached the bottom… and found a very warm, very wet, very open hole. Dabbing my finger just barely inside, I said, “God, you’re so wet and hot. You’ve made me wait for this for too long.” I slid my now wet finger back up the slit, and began to lightly trace circles around her clit. Her response was a very pleased “Mmmmm.”

I lifted her legs onto my shoulders. I had a wonderful view of her gaping cunt and the bright pink button at the top. I dipped my knob in and watched as she closed her eyes, anticipating my entry. I teased her by taking it out again. I did this a couple of times until she whimpered with want; then I plunged my entire shaft into her. She gasped. I stroked the walls of her tunnel until I hit that back wall. I raised myself to a crouching position so I could drill her even deeper. I reached behind myself to play with her ass hole, wetting the rim with her own juices. I drenched my fingers, as well, and thrust two fingers inside that forbidden hole. She gasped but didn’t complain. She didn’t know that I was preparing her for a little surprise of my own.

I could feel Dave behind me. Dave was my best friend from Year 12. When Dave had heard about all the cock-teasing from her, we came up with a fun, little plan for revenge. Over a couple of joints, we worked out all the logistics. I was sure she was gonna love it.

She didn’t know that Dave was in the room, yet. She didn’t know that Dave was naked. She didn’t know that Dave was lubing up his cock as I fucked her. She didn’t know that Dave was now standing behind me.

I removed my fingers from her ass hole. A yearning moan escaped her lips; to be quickly replaced by a cry as Dave shoved his cock into her virgin ass. Dave had to hold on to my waist so we could maintain the same rhythm on our assault of her orifices. She was screaming. I’m not sure if it was from pleasure or pain but, right then, I didn’t care. She opened her eyes and, for the first time, noticed that there was more than one of us. She was about to shout out when John put his cock in her mouth. Her eyes were agape with astonishment.

With her mouth full, she could no longer make any loud noises. John was fucking her face while her head was tilted backwards and torturing her nipples with his fingers. She was bucking and thrashing wildly. She must have been enjoying it. Daryl and Alan joined in to hold her legs as far apart as possible so Dave and I could sink in deeper. Both Daryl and Alan used only one hand to grip her legs; with their other hands, they were wanking over her huge tits.

I was sobering up now. I looked down at her and the look of complete and utter fear in her eyes. Oh, shit, what was I doing? My cock shrivelled and I withdrew it from her open pussy. I stepped back to look at what I had created. Alan’s cock took my place immediately.

I sat down in the corner: there was nothing more I could do.

Paying For It

After another cold, sterile session with my toys, I still ached to be touched, to feel human skin.

Totally naked, I ran to my computer to Google ‘male escorts.’ Did you know that a male escort gets about $500 per hour? It’s ridiculous.

I leaned back on the couch, in the after-glow of my own orgasm, stroking my own skin and wondering how to fix this predicament. A thought struck in the back of my mind and ignited; but could I actually go through with it?

I didn’t really need a cock – I had a bag full of cock replacements: some with clit ticklers, some with flashing lights, a couple aimed at my G-spot and one with anal beads attached. I craved human touch, the feeling of some-one’s lips, skin and tongue. Did it have to be male?

Before I lost my nerve, I phoned a well-reputed brothel. Yes, they had ladies who performed girl-on-girl services…and at $200 per hour. Could I do this? Really?

Before my courage vanished, I drove to the parlour.

I surreptitiously looked around before getting out of my car. Quickly and covertly, under my hat and in sunglasses, I entered the building. The receptionist escorted me into a small room near the front door. Seven ladies pitched and paraded their wares: how do you choose a companion for an hour? Do I want to attempt this with as masculine a lady as I could find? Do I select a lady because I would like to look like her? Do I pick one whom I think a man would like?

Then Rebecca walked in – at least, that’s the way she introduced herself. She was tall and long and lean. She had generous, blood-red lips; pale, flawless skin and long, pre-Raphaelite red hair. She was stunning. She would have been stunning to either sex.

If I was going to do this, Rebecca would have to be my choice.

Rebecca held my hand and guided me down a long corridor to a room. She took my money and told me to have a shower. I waited until she had closed the door behind her and quickly took off my clothes. The warm water ran over me, slowing the trembling in my body. It was safe in the shower. I hadn’t done anything yet.

I heard the door open. I had spent too long in the shower with my thoughts. I tried to cover parts of my body – my body doesn’t look like hers did. I wasn’t ready for her to see me yet. But I wasn’t in my own domain now – this was Rebecca’s realm.

Rebecca peeled off her dress and stepped out of her heels. She stood naked before me, and then stepped slowly into the shower with me. I stepped backwards, against the cold tiles, as Rebecca allowed the water to cascade over her while she pumped some liquid soap into her hands.

The soap bubbled into large suds. Rebecca began to wash my shoulders. She looked into my eyes and with barely a nod, moved her soapy hands to my breasts. She carefully, almost maternally, lifted the weight of them to wash beneath them. I was still staring at her face as she started circling my nipples with her long fingers. Her slippery fingertips skated over the tiny bumps of my pink areola. The muscles in my pussy had already started contracting and releasing. This situation was already beyond my control. She pinched one of my nipples and heard my gasp.

This seemed to be a signal for her to taunt my tits further. Slowly, slowly, she stroked each boob, then she squeezed…hard. She soothed that quick pain by returning to a gentle massage. I relaxed. Rebecca squeezed my tit again…harder!

Rebecca’s hands floated over the curves of my waist to my hips. She pulled me closer and held me against her body. It felt strange to feel the softness of breast against breast – not bad, just different. Her hands danced across my butt cheeks until I felt one soapy hand slide into my crack. I gulped and hid my face in her shoulder. She slowly inserted something into my asshole – was it a finger? Two? I don’t know. It felt filling but comfortable. I couldn’t believe that the soap made it so easy for Rebecca to finger fuck my ass; because that’s what she did – her hand was moving faster and faster; and harder and harder. I was clutching onto her. I even bit her shoulder. I was going to fall if I didn’t hold onto her.

With her magic hands, she turned me around so her tits were pressed against my back. I could feel the warmth of her pussy against my ass cheeks. And the warmth of her hands found the lips of my cunt. Found those lips and then buried her fingers within them. Holy shit! Her hands were oh-so much better than a clit tickler and vibrator.

I could feel two of Rebecca’s fingers encouraging my cunt open and inviting themselves in. Her fingers found my G-spot. With the water, soap, my own wetness, I could hear the squelching, squishing noise coming from my pussy. Rebecca stimulated that spot by rhythmically pressing against it. She kept pressing her fingers against it, over and over, with the same kind of rhythm as if a man was sliding his dong in and out of my so-so wet pussy.

Once again, the movement of her hand increased in speed and intensity. I could hardly stand up: my legs were trembling. I tried to find something to hold onto but there was nothing in the shower. I was grabbing at nothing. Rebecca was speed-sliding those two fingers in and out of my hole. Pumping it faster and faster, and increasing the force.

When she had increased to slamming her fingers straight in and out of my cunt, Rebecca thrust a finger back into my asshole. This time I couldn’t stop myself from screaming. It wasn’t water dripping from the shower head; it was a tidal wave breaking over my body.

I leaned against the tiles trying to get my breath back. Rebecca slipped to her knees. She opened my cunt with her fingers and lapped at my still quivering clit. I still wasn’t over the first wave of delight so I was ready to explode again. Rebecca just opened me wider, now using her tongue like a small, penetrating shaft.

Now I really was fucking her face. I couldn’t help myself…I was grinding my hips on her face.

Rebecca opened me even further. Was she going to tear me apart? My pussy lips were being spread farther than they ever had before. She inserted three fingers, then another one, then, all of a sudden; her entire fist was inside my open, gaping, wet cunt. I was afraid to move. I felt that I could break at any time. Rebecca plunged her forearm in and out. I was being fucked by the hugest cock that had ever been inside me.

This was too much. There were too many sensations. I was frenzied. It was too tumultuous.

I heard a buzzer.

Rebecca slid a finger over my clit as she removed her arm from inside me. FUCK! I collapsed on the floor of the shower.

Rebecca left the room.

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The Complex Effects of Sex

It’s official now
I need more sex
So I shall require
A willing subject

Fucking is great exercise
Getting ready to cum
Is a cardiac work-out
To which I will succumb

A weight loss routine
That keeps you in bed
Or the couch or floor
Or out back, in the shed

Missionary position can provide
Some major training for your ass
The more I squeeze my butt
The more I can reduce its mass

Doggy style is my favourite
And it engages the core
Working my quads and glutes
While stabilizing on all fours

Or modify the position
By positing my hands,
In front, on a wall
Providing upper body demands

Yee Har! Cowgirl position
Just like riding a horse
Using my abs and pelvic muscles
Hmmm, I’m in charge, of course

Squatting over you
Makes it more extreme
By turning around
I can make you cream

Or I face upwards
Holding myself up
With arms and legs
While you pump my cunt

I’ll need to steady myself
So I don’t crash
Might be time to learn yoga
Or train as a gymnast

By resting on my shoulders
I can adapt that stance
A much safer position
But a bit too advanced

Fucking is great exercise
Burning two-fifty calories per half hour
Experimenting with different positions
But never, ever in the shower

Looking for a long-term sex partner
Probably in their prime
The idea here is to feel the burn
And pleasure at the same time!

The Massage

My first ever erotic story:

Muscles tender with pain, I stagger towards the studio.

Gently, I peel off my clothes and place them in the basket.

I climb onto the table, covered only by a towel.

A young Asian girl enters the cubicle. With appropriate modesty, she folds back the towel to expose my shoulders, my back and the top of my buttocks. Slowly, she dribbles oil, warmed by her small hands, down my spine. The oil seeps between my cheeks.

The girl begins kneading my shoulders with the heels of her hands. She uses her elbows along my spine. Her knuckles massage my abundant curves. She pushes at the tender points on the side of my buttocks. Her hands, the oil – so warm.

My eyes flutter closed as her fingers dance across my arse…

…Cooler oil oozes from the bottle. I feel a warm hand slide under the towel and between my legs. Her fingers skim across my clit and my body shudders.

Without hesitation, without qualms and with complete alacrity, she pushes her fingers into my hungry cunt. With oiled fingers and a well-lubricated hole, my pussy almost swallows her hand. The tips of her fingers press against my g-spot. She begins to rhythmically glide her hand in and out. My minge expels squelching, wet sponge-like sounds – I don’t care. She keeps pressing her fingers into my g-spot, over and over, steadily, as if a hard, hot cock is thrusting in and out of my pussy. She begins to increase the speed and intensity.

I’m getting wetter and wetter. I can almost feel my juices dribbling down my thighs. The girl drives her hand harder, faster, more forcefully. I try to stay on the massage table but my body is both thrashing around, fighting her hand; while aching for her to keep going.  She climbs astride my back, facing my feet. Her weight holds me down.

Oh my God! My masseuse is forcefully finger-fucking me. Not only that but she is speed-sliding her hand in and out of my hole. Faster and faster, she is slamming into me with reckless abandon, yet she still hammers my g-spot with every pumping motion.

I burrow my face into the cushion. I can’t make a noise. I’m in a semi-public place. Although how we’ll explain the squelching, squishing, squirming sounds, I have no idea. I don’t care – I am loving this.

Holy shit – I think I’m going to pee on the table but I don’t want her to stop. This is fucking ecstasy and I’m about to explode into a thousand pieces.

The girl leans forward and positions her shoulders between my thighs. Her face is almost in my cunt. Her shoulders are stopping me from clamping my legs together. And the hand inside me doesn’t stop. In fact, I think she stabs in and out, even faster, even harder.

Waves of heat, stemming from my pulsating cunt, flow like lava over my slippery, oiled body. I grunt and groan. That’s fucking it – I scream out, over and over again.

Clear liquid shoots out of my pussy into the girl’s face. It soaks her. It soaks the towels. It soaks the massage table.

The girl slides off my back, down from the table. She grabs a fresh towel and slips out of the cubicle.

…I guess my 70 minutes are over.