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Silky, Wet, Buzzing Silicone

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I took a bath last night. I turned the taps on high, squeezed in some gardenia bubble bath, and a few drops of oil.

In the bathroom, I flipped on the heater and shed my clothes. The bath was getting full. I climbed in – HOT – and jumped back out again. Ran some cold. Climbed back in and slowly immersed myself. The extreme heat felt wonderful on my sore muscles. I felt myself slowly relaxing.  My waterproof vibrator is always eager and ready to join me in the tub.

I teased my clit with too much vibration, then not enough, then too much again. I was getting close to orgasm, the vibrator slipping around easily in slickness beyond that of water and soap, my hips lifting out of the water.  I pushed my dildo hard inside me, then pulled it out and pressed it against my desperately throbbing clit. I came with a convulsion that thrust my legs into the air, almost bending me double.  I relaxed back into the tub. I turned off the vibration in the dildo, but held it in my hands, admiring its sculpted curves. It bends one way and then the other, in a subtle S, with pillowy ridges at aesthetically pleasing intervals. I stroked it idly, exploring its textures. My water was still hot. I slipped back into fantasy.
 I pressed the dildo back into my pussy, so the larger curve in the S was up. That felt good. Had I been using it upside down? I slid it in and out, trying to fit it all the way up.  I twisted the dildo to try it the other way up, smaller, more acute curve facing up. Also good. A little deeper. I turned the dildo back the first way with difficulty, my pussy tightening.

I started fucking myself fast and hard, hitting my cervix with every thrust.  My cunt clenched and shuddered as I came a second time. I let my silky red toy float as I drained the water. I felt pleasantly tired, as I ran the shower and rinsed the soap out of my hair. I dried off and put on my robe. Carrying the vibrator in one hand and my towel in the other, I went into my bedroom, changed, and layed under the covers. I drifted off immediately

 

Cucumber Humiliation

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I had a dinner party this past weekend and true to form this chic was feeling beheaded by midafternoon on the day of the party.  The menu was fairly simple: pan seared duck with a chipolte apricot glaze, roasted garlic mashed potatoes, mixed green salad (with avocado, cucumber, grilled onions, and blue cheese in a balsamic vinaigrette), and for dessert Mango and Strawberry Cobbler, but things kept happening that kept me from getting my butt in the kitchen where it needed to be.  One of my neighbors dogs got out and she was panicking (okay, so was i) so we went on a frantic dog search.  By the time we found the dog my florist was closed and i hadn’t picked up the arrangements for the party.  My mom called crying over a fight with my aunt and so it went, problem after problem.  That’s why i didn’t answer my phone when he called me later that afternoon.  Then he called again…

Him: Why haven’t you answered me little one?

me: i’m busy! I am just learning how to treat this new caller of mine. he is my master, and actually it quite turns me on!

Him: excuse me?

me: i’m sorry i was short with You, but i am busy washing vegetables and i had to put down cucumbers and dry my hands to text just now and things are out of control and nothing is going right and i. am. freaking. out.

Him: Are you alone?

me: yes Sir, i am now.

Him: Grab a cucumber, go to your room and get naked.

Less than two minutes later my phone rang again.  Gulp.  My heart started galloping and my tummy began filling with butterflies.  My problems were already starting to fade away into the background when i dropped to my knees and answered with a quiet, “hello.”  He wasted no time with idle chit chat. 

“You are mine georgia.  MINE.”

The words had an immediate effect on me.  My pussy contracted around the words as if they were fucking me with the depth of their meaning and the butterflies in my tummy took flight.  i was his right now and nothing else mattered.

“Your lips are mine.  Touch my lips.”

“Your breasts are mine.  Slap my breasts.  Harder.  i want to hear it.”

“Your nipples are mine.  Pinch my nipples.  Harder.  Make it hurt.”

“Your pussy is mine.  Fuck my pussy.  Use two fingers and fuck it.  Faster slave.  Faster.”

And so it went until i was breathless and begging to cum.  He tells me it takes most women a long time to reach an orgasm, but i’ve never been one for marathons and my pussy feels the same way…sprinting to the finish is just her style.  He granted permission for me to cum without even making me beg  and then before i’d had a chance to catch my breath he ordered me to cum again.

i was all a-tremble, the dinner party a forgotten nuisance when he spoke again, “clean your fingers like you clean my cock.”  i slid my fingers out of my pussy and put them in my mouth, sucking them clean and moaning as i imagined sucking my cum off of him. 

“Do you like that little one?”  he asked, and i mumbled a “yeth thir” around the fingers in my mouth.  “Good girl.  You do taste good.  So good in fact that I think we should share. Take the cucumber and slide it deep inside your pussy.”   i took the large, cold cucumber from the floor beside me did as he ordered.  My pussy clenched around it convulsively, still wanting to fuck, but he had other plans.

“Now pull it out, get dressed and go finish your salad.  Do NOT wash the cucumber off.  Do you understand me?”

i knelt there in shocked silence.  Surely he didn’t mean for me to serve a cum soaked cucumber to my friends.  No.  He coudn’t mean that.  He wouldn’t…

“Did you understand me slave?” he asked again in a tone that told me he did in fact expect me to serve my cum with dinner. 

“Yes Sir,” i managed to whisper past the sudden lump in my throat and after a simple ‘good girl’ he hung up the phone. 

The rest of the afternoon went by in a blur.  No longer did i worry about the recipes i cooked, or about the dress i was wearing or the way my hair turned out or about my make-up or what music to play.  All i could think about was the little chunks of cucumber in the salad that wore my cum as their dressing. 

Dinner went off without a hitch and everyone had a lovely time.  i blushed while they ate the salad, amazed that they remained unaware that they were munching on the proof of my slavery, but then they didn’t need to be reminded of what i was…

but i did. And so do you guys. Call me and let me be your little bitch tonight. I will do whatever you say.

I’m Horny!!!

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I am sooo freaking horny today!! I want to get laid, several times, hard…and licked too! Oh my!! My friends and I are going to a party tonight, hopefully that will fill my needs. I want to spread my legs open and feel a hard cock slide between them, filling me up, hitting my clit as he moves in deep, his big mushroom head spreading my lips open, making me his, at least for the moment..I can close my eyes and imagine it now, laying on my back, my legs wide open, dripping wet and slippery just waiting for that huge cock to fill up my holes. I feel like fucking myself all day till I get the real thing!

Nylon Whisper

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The sweeping nylon skirt whispers against my legs, my ankles…

it speaks of promises

promises administered by the smooth silky cups which caress my breasts
promises administered by the slip & slide of nylon nightie against nylon panties as I pad across the living room floor

my nipples respond
they harden and push
searching
waiting
wanting

in vain

because you are not here

the fabric strains, accommodating
but what silky and soft generate cannot be satisfied by the same

rough and firm is required

insistent is the cry of my nipples thrusting from their nylon embrace

insistent would be the response of your fingers,
your mouth

but you are not here, and the whispers of the nylon skirt are but mocking teases…

I run my fingers along every bit of my nylon covered flesh

searching
waiting
wanting

Here it is soft, but cool with nylon
Here they are hard, erect
Here it is soft, but warm — and slick

and I imagine my ragged breaths are yours — long, hot breaths along the gusset of my panties

more heat!

heat and friction, please

…but, you are not here

all I have are my own fingers
since you, they’ve never been enough

never enough to deliver on the promises which the sweeping nylon skirt whispers against my legs

I need you here. I need you to call and tell me what you would do to me if you were here. But for tonight, my fingers will have to be enough

Contented

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Alone in bed, my fingers draw lazy circles on my naked abdomen. The light streams through my window. In the solitude of this early morning, my thoughts are drifting…

Come to me.

Steal into my room while I slumber. I am alone and no one will need to know. How pleasant to feel your hard body pressing up next to mine. To have those hands rouse me while feathering lightly over my flesh. Not quite awake but fully aware of your presence, I stretch while your skimming hands reach for my breasts. The skin around my nipples tighten, the center stiffens as you tease. With a wry smile, hands are quickly replaced by a warm mouth, teeth and tongue. My body conceals a small shudder as the nerve endings fire throughout.

As you turn me onto my back, your body hovers over mine, looking at me willingly, until the color rises in my cheeks. I am fully nude and your stares are nothing short of lustful. I suddenly feel vulnerable and exposed. You tangle fingers through my hair as soft kisses begin their descent. The warmth of your tongue glides from my carotid to collar bone. Soft stream of conscious mutterings escape your lips. I try to discern them. I am lost.

Fingers and lips keep working until I am simmering in my own juices. Tantalizingly slow, you make your way to my drenched pussy. Fingers tracing lines along the outside of my labia, I feel my body squirm in response. Lips keep working along my inner thighs. I pull you toward my needy sex but you ignore me and continue. My breath is shallow and rapid. I am so wet now, fluids pouring from within. The soft pads of your hand begin to rub lightly along my swollen flesh. I thrust with need to in search of more contact. My back arches and as soft mews escape my throat. I am needy, just where you want me.

I am alive under your fingers…simmering with desperate want and hunger. I grind reaching again for your head while small “pleases” escape my mouth. Nearly delirious now, my ragged breathing comes out fitfully. With one last glance into my eyes you bury your face in between my open thighs.

“Oh fuck,” I say hips thrusting wildly beneath the mouth of a wild man. Your arms lock hold of each thigh as the darting mouth covers me from ass to labia. I twist and contort under the vulgar lewdness of your tongue, lost in the pleasures you are trying to unleash from deep within me. Two long fingers reach to press inside me, thrusting up toward my navel, while your thumb whisks along my clit. I acknowledge the stirring in my abdomen as it begins to tighten. This isn’t me, at least not any “me” I recognize. The more eroticly, indecently you use me, the wetter I become.

Intimate promises come to give me your cock if I am good. “Be a good girl now and give me your cum. I want to taste every last drop.” Obscenities and the deep cries of a raving madwoman escape my lips. Horse and pleading I let go, as the waves come crashing in, the spasms are violent, contorting my body beyond control.

I close my eyes to relish this new place…contented for now.

Tease and denial of my own body

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I really, really enjoy connecting when I have sex.  What I am talking about is when it becomes more than just a fuck.  When it becomes a connection between two people.  It can be a connection with a long-time sex partner, a significant other, or a spouse, but usually I’ve found it works best with anyone who I can connect with and who are willing to take sex to the next level with me.  

I enjoy when I can ride cowgirl style for a good hour or two and just feel that hard cock inside of me, riding, feeling my body fill up with dick, riding and enjoying the ride rather than racing towards orgasm.  I like to stroke back and forth, up and down, and really feel my body build towards climax, but not waiting for it. If a man knows my body  well enough he can get me to that point and keep me there for long periods as well by fucking me missionary style or even doggie style, but it usually takes a while to know my body well enough, otherwise I am potentially able to sneak an orgasm in there before I’m really ready to have one.

I just love that feeling of pre-orgasm, that place where I am about to go over the edge, but hold it back to continue feeling that feeling for a long, long time.  Sometimes, I have to stop moving or else I will go over that edge, and sometimes I’ve even had to pull off that dick to quelm  that feeling for a little while until my body settles back down and I can get to that point again.

Sometimes I play a game and make myself wait, say 6 times, or 8 times, or 15 times that I reach the point of orgasm to actually have one.  It gets really hot when I have a partner that knows when I’m about to have an orgasm and will help me to stop, because I’m not always that strong to stop the orgasm when the urge hits.  I’ve been known, on occasion, to have tears in my eyes or even to get angry for a moment because I want to cum so bad and I haven’t reached my limit yet… and so my knowing partner stops me from having an orgasm.  However, when I start moving on that cock again and feel it fill me up so deep, I forget all about the anger and enjoy that pre-orgasmic bliss once again.  

Because of the extreme orgasm denial, my orgasm builds and builds inside of me as I ride that wave leading to orgasm.  It is pure ecstasy when I can ride that wave, in a way that I’m having a hard time finding words for.  However, when I am finally able to cum, it is an orgasm beyond any other type of orgasm that I’ve ever felt.  It is a total release that I enjoy to the fullest.  

 

Cum Guzzling Slut

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I was recently called a cum-guzzling slut, and I suppose it should have offended me or turned me off, but it had a rather strange affect on me instead.

It happened just as I got finished giving a special guy a killer blow job and he was lying there in post-orgasmic bliss.  He looked down at me and said, “damn girl, you’re a cum-guzzling slut aren’t you?”  I stared at him for a second as I contemplated my real reaction as opposed to how I know I should react, because I suppose a “normal girl” in her “right mind” would have reached out and slapped him for calling her such an offensive name.  Instead, however, I felt a deep sense of pride in what he had just called me.  A cum guzzling slut.  Yeah, that would be me, and I am proud because I worked on giving head to perfection for a long, long time.

Long before I ever had actual sex, I could be found giving blow jobs and later masturbating to my erotic recollection of that hard, throbbing cock in my mouth.  Recalling the feel of each and every pulsating vein as my tongue ran the length of his dick.  How I discretely studied his reactions to my every movement, every stroke of my tongue, movement of my lips, and caress of my fingers on the manliness he was so proud of.  His cock and balls like eye candy waiting for me to feast upon his body that he splayed out in front of me. 

I learned all about those spots that made him wild, and explored to my hearts content before bringing him to a huge orgasm, and my reward was that hot, sticky cum he produced and squirted out for me.  Sometimes I had to fight to get it all down my throat, and other times it oozed out in globs on my wet, waiting tongue, all the while my pretty little pussy quivered with excitement, and I could feel my panties and thighs getting wetter and wetter as she ached to be filled. 

So, yes, I’m a cum guzzling slut, and I’m rather proud of it too!  Sucking cock is one of my favorite things to do…

Oh, Dirty Girl!!

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It may have been the six shots, it may have been the fact that my boss had been really hard on me that week or it may have been the fact that Dillon made me so horny that I went into the bar’s bathroom to touch myself between rounds, but that night I ended up with my pants off, lying on the side of a deep ditch behind the bar getting licked out and fucked by my sexy co-worker.

It was a good night!
That night at work had been a real hard one, the bar was slammed and it was all I could do to keep from falling over. By the time I got finished cleaning, restocking and locking down the bar it was midnight,and I was definitely ready for a drink…or five.
I scoot into the first bar and meet my friends, talk shit and down two drinks and a shot, we move on to the next bar, but only a few of us. Dillon, Barrett, and Cindy all come along with me to our favorite shabby little bar and sit down for another couple of shots and drinks.

I’m one of those girls who if you dare her, she has to do it because she can’t handle being called a chicken shit!

Dillon is looking through my photos on my phone and says “You should go into the bathroom, rub one out and take a picture and come back here and show me.”

“Dare me.” I said

“I dare you.” he says as smooth as caramel.

I grab the phone from him and click my little heels to the bathroom where I drop my pants and my panties, sit on the back of the toilet, rub my soaking little slit until Im just about to cum and snap a quick photo as I’d been dared.

When I pop my little booty back onto my bar stool I hand him the cell phone, a cat’s grin on my face.

His only response is a moan and a smile that could turn an angel into a devil; it was at that moment that I knew I needed him to take me and take me dirty.

After the bar had last call, we all softly staggered out to the parking lot where we all milled until I got into my car…and Dillon got in with me. He plopped himself into the passenger seat and says,“So, where are we going?”  I smile and respond, “Wherever you want to go.”

So he tells me to park around the back of the bar, next to the big tree-filled ditch and I do, knowing whats going to happen next.

In a moment, his lips are on mine, greedy and needy and hurting me and I love it. We kiss until I can feel the slippery wetness trickling out of me and soaking my panties. His hands are feverish on my breasts, pulling on the bra’s edge and digging into my soft flesh.

My heart skips when I hear his zipper open and instantly I have his cock in my mouth, invading and hot. I suck and swallow around the thick shaft until I choke and his moans are amazing. I can feel where my throat will be sore in the morning but I don’t care and instead, just take him deeper.

In my opinion, a blow job isn’t worth anything until you choke.

It isnt long before he’s coming around the back of the car, pulling me from my seat and guiding me down toward the trees.

I slip a little on the side of the little hill, and am caught by surprise when he pulls me under him, his hands quick and needy on my zipper, his hands hot as they touch my skin and his hands strong when they pull my pants along with my panties all the way off and throws them into the trees. One high heel falls down into the bottom of the woodsy ditch while one remains on.

His mouth is on my wet little cunt and he licks and sucks with such fervor that I can hardly contain my moaning and whimpering. Halfway through his fun he stops, looks up at me and says,” your pussy tastes so good.”

I moan out and give him a dirty little satisfied smile and whimper even more as his mouth once again attacks my little, dripping kitten.

I slip a little as he slides on a condom and have to put my foot against a nearby tree to keep from falling all the way down. Leaves and rocks scratch my tender flesh all over my body as he lowers his weight over me and slides his cock all the way into my slick, needy pussy.

I moan so loud I cover my own mouth as he’s fucking me, in the dirt, on the side of a ditch behind a bar at 3 am. I kept thinking to myself  “Oh fuck, this is the hottest night ever.”

He talks to me as he fucks me too,

“Oh lord, yeah that pussy is amazing. You’re so wet. You’re so wet.”

He pulls out quickly and helps me onto my hands and knees, facing upwards on the hill. He fucks my pussy harder now, his hips smacking against my ass and making that tell-tale sound. I begin to laugh as I see people in the parking lot, just twenty feet away; they have no idea whats going on, the trees and bushes keep us hidden from prying eyes and Dillon just keeps on fucking me.

As I feel I can take it no longer, he rubs my asshole with his finger and without my even realizing it, he pulls his dripping wet cock out of my pussy and pops it into my ass. I cry out in surprise/pleasure/pain and push up against his cock to take him deeper.

I came there in the dirt, in the ditch behind the bar at 3 am with Dillon’s cock in my ass and I cried out as I felt his cum shooting out of him, his cries mingling with mine. I remained there on my hands and knees for a few moments as I collected my tipsy mind.

I smiled and laughed and looked over to Dillon as he too smiled back and pulled off the sticky condom.

“Hey Dillon, can you please go find my panties?”

He just laughed and nodded, and disappeared into the trees.

                                                                                                                                                                                                            Later The next day, when I went home after sleeping off my drunken stupor at a best friend’s house, I noticed bruises and fingernail scrapes all over my body. I just smiled and laughed to myself as I remembered what a “dirty girl” I was last night!  Such are the battle scars of a lovely, slutty lifestyle  🙂

Wanna join me in making a new and better story to tell? Anytime boys!! I am always horny! Give me a call.

TIFFANY 

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My Brazilian wax turns me on!

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Hey guys! It’s Sunday and I’m feeling sooooo horny. I got a Brazilian wax today and I just love getting that done to myself. It feels so clean and smooth afterwards. My pussy is so soft like I was a little teenager again. I just can’t stop touching my pussy. It feels so incredible against my red silky thongs. After I got it done I came home and showered and ever since I’ve been masturbating. I need you to call me so we can get off together. I need to hear that masculine voice on the other end of the phone so I can cum hard! Let’s play!

Masturbation Lessons with Toby

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Is it being told exactly what to do? Or just that you don’t know how to masturbate? Yeah, you know how to jerk off, but calling a girl on the phone who gives you specific instructions on how to get those nuts pumped up with cum drives you wild. You love all those euphemisms I use. How the hell do I know so many words for jackin’ off? When I whisper “monkey stroker” you are about to lose it every time. I love hearing you jerkin it till your prick is about ready to puke, but only when I tell you. I have total control over your cock and what you do. The ultimate would be if I taught you how to suck your own cock! Self cock sucking at my command!!

Sometimes I will surprise you with a detailed technique, a new male masturbation tip, controlling your orgasm until you cum. Your nuts get so full you think they are going to bust! I’m such a good teacher or are you that good of a student eager for a phone sex lesson? I  have you cumming prepared with lube and when I give the list of things to have ready before the call, your horny prick drips with precum in anticipation of what I might have you do. Your mutual masturbation sex talk gets us both stroking until you have to cum!

It’s like that nasty teacher student fantasy game you play during phone sex. It makes you hard thinking about it. To jerk your dick off to my sexy voice and when you cum you spew it all over! Even though we are on the phone, I will make you jack it off on the floor or your desk so that you leave a mess to clean up afterwards. And even then, you end up jacking off again as you try to clean up all that jizz. What do you think I will have you do today? You should call me and see what masturbation lessons I have planned just for you.