Almost naked - I had put a bow over each breast and one between my legs – I came out of the bathroom. Walking casually towards the bed, I then crawled onto it, beside him, and asked what else he would like for his birthday. We have been together a while, meaning that I know him pretty well, so I did not really anticipate an answer. Instead, I began undoing his pants and asked, “Would you like a blowjob”. He was soft and I was actually kind of looking forward to this. I wanted the feeling of getting him hard inside of my mouth. It’s an interesting feeling taking something so soft between my lips and feeling it harden inside of my mouth. I wanted him to watch me, so I made sure to stay on my knees, kind of curled up into a ball beside him, with my hair pulled out of the way, and his head propped on a pillow. I could see him out of the corner of my eye. He was clearly enjoying the visual. If I had any doubt about that, his hardening dick in my mouth made it obvious. We went on like this for a while. He was not making any efforts towards moving me, so I had an idea how this was going to end. Well, I thought resignedly, it was his birthday present after all. I took his dick out of my mouth just long enough to ask, “Did you want to cum in my mouth?” He nodded his head. I stopped because now I wanted a kiss first. Isn’t that just the way of it - Have a pretty girl blowing your dick and she wants to stop for a kiss. I crawled up towards him and gave him a deep kiss. “You’re going to actually have to tell me though”, I said playfully. He was being hesitant, so I simply stayed there beside him on my knees looking into his face, almost nose to nose. I think I even made a funny face. Finally, he said, “I want to cum in your mouth”. I started to move, and then decided to be cruel. “Did you want me to swallow too?” I swear that I heard him groan. Hesitantly, he said, “Rachel, I want to finish in your mouth and I want you to swallow me”. Smiling, I returned to sucking his dick. I moved myself around a bit so I could look up better into his eyes. I do not know, I just wanted to see his face when he came in me. Using my hand as well, I bobbed up and down his length. The pre-cum was my first indication, but his moaning soon spurred me on to go faster. I imagined his putting his hands into my hair and taking over. I never took my eyes off of his which were radar locked onto mine as well. “Cum in my mouth baby, I want to swallow you, I need to swallow you”. A little bit later, a gallon of cum spurted into my mouth, then again, and several more times after that. He closed his eyes after the first explosion. I never closed mine. His entire face seemed so excited and relaxed at the same time.
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Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Bet Fully Paid
I may not be “The Blowjob Queen”, but I think eight blowjobs in eight days makes me “a blowjob queen”.
Wide Load had us train our legs like demons. Sunday was four days ago and my legs only just stopped feeling sore. In Wide Load’s world, that means it is about time to go back and hurt them all over again. I do this why? But I digress. When we finished, he took us around to front office and I figured that I knew what he was up too, but he surprised me. He had me sit down while he made us each a protien shake. Then, he disappearred for a moment only to return with a Snickers candy bar unwrapped on a plate with a lit red birthday candle sticking out of its center. You can laugh – I did – but it was sweet. I said something about not needing the calories and he said that chocolate does not have calories on holidays. So, the two of us sat there, in our post workout glow, drinking our protien shakes and splitting the rare non-fattening holiday Snickers.
I joked, as the Snickers was nearly gone (they do not last nearly long enough), that it was probably about time for me to finish paying off my debt. Not for the first time, Wide Load offered to let me out of the bet. Ignoring him, I lowered myself down onto my knees while he stood behind the counter. Keep in mind, just in front of the counter were HUGE glass windows. The counter itself is wood and you can not see through it however. And, with the sun, you can not see through the window tinting either. After seven days of sucking his dick, I did not see any point to being coy, so I simply pulled down his pants and took him into my mouth. I think I prefer taking a man into my mouth when he is soft. I liked feeling Wide Load get hard between my lips. I liked looking up at him and watching him look down at me. It is hard to describe what it feels like to me having him get hard in my mouth and having him look down at me. And when he came, I made it a point not to let go of him until every drop was in me.
And yes, I said eight blowjobs in eight days. The bet with Wide Load was for a week. There was a bet with the Boyfriend too and he collected in the fourth quarter. Damned Packers!
Wide Load had us train our legs like demons. Sunday was four days ago and my legs only just stopped feeling sore. In Wide Load’s world, that means it is about time to go back and hurt them all over again. I do this why? But I digress. When we finished, he took us around to front office and I figured that I knew what he was up too, but he surprised me. He had me sit down while he made us each a protien shake. Then, he disappearred for a moment only to return with a Snickers candy bar unwrapped on a plate with a lit red birthday candle sticking out of its center. You can laugh – I did – but it was sweet. I said something about not needing the calories and he said that chocolate does not have calories on holidays. So, the two of us sat there, in our post workout glow, drinking our protien shakes and splitting the rare non-fattening holiday Snickers.
I joked, as the Snickers was nearly gone (they do not last nearly long enough), that it was probably about time for me to finish paying off my debt. Not for the first time, Wide Load offered to let me out of the bet. Ignoring him, I lowered myself down onto my knees while he stood behind the counter. Keep in mind, just in front of the counter were HUGE glass windows. The counter itself is wood and you can not see through it however. And, with the sun, you can not see through the window tinting either. After seven days of sucking his dick, I did not see any point to being coy, so I simply pulled down his pants and took him into my mouth. I think I prefer taking a man into my mouth when he is soft. I liked feeling Wide Load get hard between my lips. I liked looking up at him and watching him look down at me. It is hard to describe what it feels like to me having him get hard in my mouth and having him look down at me. And when he came, I made it a point not to let go of him until every drop was in me.
And yes, I said eight blowjobs in eight days. The bet with Wide Load was for a week. There was a bet with the Boyfriend too and he collected in the fourth quarter. Damned Packers!
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Day 7
Going to the gym soon . . . in about 45 minutes. Figure on 90 minutes to work out (it is legs today) and I imagine that about 2pm I will busy paying off my bet. Damned Packers!
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Damned Packers!
Going to the gym this week has been a challenge for two reasons. One, I just ain’t had the drive to go. Two, and this is the part that really sucks, I made a bet that I have had to pay off every night for the past week. Damned Packers!
Feeling a bit confident about Big Ben and my Steelers, I did not hesitate when Wide Load asked if I wanted to make it more interesting. No money. Winner got whatever they wanted. I laughed and said I knew what he wanted. I rather dumbly added that this did not seem like much of a bet. I never seem to know when to shut up. Wide quickly added then that the winner got oral every day for one straight week. I asked him if he could really handle getting me off every night and his going home suffering. Do not guess I will ever know. Damned Packers!
I just returned from the gym and paying off my debt. Oh yeah, he still makes me work out first. The bastard.
Tomorrow is day seven.
Feeling a bit confident about Big Ben and my Steelers, I did not hesitate when Wide Load asked if I wanted to make it more interesting. No money. Winner got whatever they wanted. I laughed and said I knew what he wanted. I rather dumbly added that this did not seem like much of a bet. I never seem to know when to shut up. Wide quickly added then that the winner got oral every day for one straight week. I asked him if he could really handle getting me off every night and his going home suffering. Do not guess I will ever know. Damned Packers!
I just returned from the gym and paying off my debt. Oh yeah, he still makes me work out first. The bastard.
Tomorrow is day seven.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Sex as a visual?
I have heard from more than one man that sex is very visual to them. I have always understood that and have played with it on more than one occasion. Re-reading my last post, I think it became even more apparent to me. I am giving Wide Load his blow job and I can see us in the mirror. I can get so wrapped up into what I am doing – how does he feel, is he enjoying it, am I doing it right – that I forget this simple thing. Sex is visual.
It may not be true to all men and I am not suggesting that it is. It is clearly true with Wide Load. Harley also. I would say it has been true for every Lover of mine. And, while the Boyfriend has never said, I am guessing that it is probably true for him as well given his reactions at times to different outfits like the witches costume on Halloween.
Sex for me is all about the feeling. What I want to feel changes which kind of sucks for my guys who want to know how to please me. But, on the whole, I like feeling submissive or, at the very least, that my Lover is dominant. Watching Wide Load and me in the mirror, I thought I looked so submissive on my knees for him, that he looked so powerful (which he is), and that I looked sexy for him. I think I enjoyed giving that blowjob more than any I have ever done.
It may not be true to all men and I am not suggesting that it is. It is clearly true with Wide Load. Harley also. I would say it has been true for every Lover of mine. And, while the Boyfriend has never said, I am guessing that it is probably true for him as well given his reactions at times to different outfits like the witches costume on Halloween.
Sex for me is all about the feeling. What I want to feel changes which kind of sucks for my guys who want to know how to please me. But, on the whole, I like feeling submissive or, at the very least, that my Lover is dominant. Watching Wide Load and me in the mirror, I thought I looked so submissive on my knees for him, that he looked so powerful (which he is), and that I looked sexy for him. I think I enjoyed giving that blowjob more than any I have ever done.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Halloween Sex
I detest being cold. Give me sweat any time. All summer (Florida only has two seasons, summer and winter), I listen to people bitch about how hot it is. I love it. The hotter the better, I say. Right now, it is 51 degrees outside. I am in HELL. I am so cold and that is with the heater jacked up and me wearing layers of clothing.
Fortunately, Halloween was a lot warmer.
I had planned a fairly sedate Halloween. I was going to walk along with a girlfriend of mine while she took her two kids "trick or treating". I had not been since I was a kid and was looking forward to it. I was not planning on dressing up, but at the last minute her kids really wanted her to dress up too. She did not want to do it alone and called to beg me to dress up too; I guess thinking that she'd look less foolish if I was looking foolish right there beside her. She decided to go as GI Jane (her husband is on deployment in Afghanistan). It was hard to be creative at the last minute. I put on a short black dress, black nylons, heels, and borrowed a black hat from the neighors kids to go as a witch.
The Boyfriend seemed to like it. He asked, "are you a good witch or a bad witch". I responded with "I am a naughty witch". That was essentially the end of his come on, but I knew him well enough to know he was hoping to get laid later with me still in constume.
I am headed over to my girlfriends when, not really thinking, I call Wide Load on an impulse. It was not that unusual. I typically call him whenever I have a few minutes. I was not surprised that he was at the gym. When he learned I was in costume, he would not stop until I agreed to stop and show him. I had thought to stay outside, but he was having none of it and all but carried me inside. Inside, he did carry me and lifted me onto the counter for him to kiss while he stood between my spread legs. (Oh, in case you are wondering, the gym was closed, we were not performing in front of others, no one was there – Wide Load apparently gets a key to any gym he has ever belonged too). Standing between my legs, I could feel what he wanted. To be honest, I wanted it too. But I also knew what the Boyfriend was expecting later as well. Yes, I have fucked two guys in the same day and gotten away with it. But, I did not feel like pushing my luck. I could see the Boyfriend pulling off my panties and askng what this big load of cum was doing there. Wide Load was not one to push the issue. But I did not like the thought of leaving him like that either. I got off the counter and got down onto my knees for him. He knew what I was offering and he did not hesitate to lower his pants for me to suck his dick. One thing about gyms is that they have mirrors everywhere. Out of the corner of my eye, I could just see myself, in full witches gear, on my knees with Wide Load standing in front of me and his dick in my mouth. It was kind of sexy looking, I thought.
Mission accomplished, I rushed off to go "trick or treating". It was a blast and her kids were a delight. She lived in a fantastic "trick or treating" neighborhood. GI Jane and I were also a big hit everywhere.
I returned home to the Boyfriend. Some time had passed so I was not sure he would still be in the mood. It is like that with him. I guess though he really liked the costume (and please note it was entirely G rated, okay), because he asked if it was his turn for "trick or treating" when I walked in.
Fortunately, Halloween was a lot warmer.
I had planned a fairly sedate Halloween. I was going to walk along with a girlfriend of mine while she took her two kids "trick or treating". I had not been since I was a kid and was looking forward to it. I was not planning on dressing up, but at the last minute her kids really wanted her to dress up too. She did not want to do it alone and called to beg me to dress up too; I guess thinking that she'd look less foolish if I was looking foolish right there beside her. She decided to go as GI Jane (her husband is on deployment in Afghanistan). It was hard to be creative at the last minute. I put on a short black dress, black nylons, heels, and borrowed a black hat from the neighors kids to go as a witch.
The Boyfriend seemed to like it. He asked, "are you a good witch or a bad witch". I responded with "I am a naughty witch". That was essentially the end of his come on, but I knew him well enough to know he was hoping to get laid later with me still in constume.
I am headed over to my girlfriends when, not really thinking, I call Wide Load on an impulse. It was not that unusual. I typically call him whenever I have a few minutes. I was not surprised that he was at the gym. When he learned I was in costume, he would not stop until I agreed to stop and show him. I had thought to stay outside, but he was having none of it and all but carried me inside. Inside, he did carry me and lifted me onto the counter for him to kiss while he stood between my spread legs. (Oh, in case you are wondering, the gym was closed, we were not performing in front of others, no one was there – Wide Load apparently gets a key to any gym he has ever belonged too). Standing between my legs, I could feel what he wanted. To be honest, I wanted it too. But I also knew what the Boyfriend was expecting later as well. Yes, I have fucked two guys in the same day and gotten away with it. But, I did not feel like pushing my luck. I could see the Boyfriend pulling off my panties and askng what this big load of cum was doing there. Wide Load was not one to push the issue. But I did not like the thought of leaving him like that either. I got off the counter and got down onto my knees for him. He knew what I was offering and he did not hesitate to lower his pants for me to suck his dick. One thing about gyms is that they have mirrors everywhere. Out of the corner of my eye, I could just see myself, in full witches gear, on my knees with Wide Load standing in front of me and his dick in my mouth. It was kind of sexy looking, I thought.
Mission accomplished, I rushed off to go "trick or treating". It was a blast and her kids were a delight. She lived in a fantastic "trick or treating" neighborhood. GI Jane and I were also a big hit everywhere.
I returned home to the Boyfriend. Some time had passed so I was not sure he would still be in the mood. It is like that with him. I guess though he really liked the costume (and please note it was entirely G rated, okay), because he asked if it was his turn for "trick or treating" when I walked in.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
My First Affair (Part 1)
Primo was already there when I finally arrived. Right up to the hotel door, I debated turning and running. I must have changed my mind a thousand times alone just in the time it took me to walk from the parking lot to the room door. Even as I knocked, I thought to myself, “It is not too late to turn around and run away”. But, then if I had run away, I would not have nearly so much fun stuff to talk about now (blushing smile).
I half expected to be attacked the moment Primo opened the door. Instead, he took me out to dinner. He requested a booth and he sat down beside me. Awww. Call it silly, but that is the kind of thing men only do when they are first dating a girl. I could not tell you the last time the Boyfriend has sat down beside me in a booth. Dinner was the perfect blend of light conversation, romance, and naughty flirting; mixed together with the right amount of alcohol.
When we left the restaurant, I was ready to be jumped – repeatedly. Reaching the car, he kissed me and worked some magic along my neck. I was ready and willing to do whatever he wanted. He spun me around, pushing me frontside into the car, while he continued to caress my neck with his lips. I could feel his hardness pressing into my backside.
“Are you ready to be tied down to my bed”, he whispered into my ear.
“I promise I will not run away”, I said back to him.
“So you say now, but you do not know what all I have in mind for you . . . you are going to be screaming before I am done with you tonight”.
“Promise”?
He opened the door to let me into the car. I will blame the alcohol for what happened next. I stroked his hardness beneath his pants.
“Careful”, he threatened.
“Careful or what”, I teased, not stopping.
“Careful or I will bend you over right here and now”.
“You want to rape me? I might scream”.
“Then maybe I should make it so that you can’t scream instead”.
“Are you going to make me”? I do not know why I was playing like this.
He surprised me by ‘making me’. I say ‘making’; the pressure he applied to my shoulders was so light that it would not have pushed a little old lady down – not unless she really wanted too. He applied the tiniest amount of pressure to my shoulders and I descended to my knees.
We were far in the back and it just happened to be reasonably dark where we had parked.
“Please sir, I will be good”.
“Yes, you will,” was all he said in response.
He unzipped his pants and thrust his dick towards my mouth. I opened for him and was prepared to bob on his length for a few minutes as he pushed himself deep into my mouth for his first entry. He was having none of that apparently. He took my hair firmly into his hands and began to pump his length into my parted lips. He was fucking my mouth! In a parking lot! He pumped fast and hard. My mouth was full and empty and full again. I focused upon keeping my lips tight and my teeth pulled back. I tried to have my tongue rub the underside as he thrust into and out of my mouth. He did not slow his pace until towards the end. I could hear him breathing harder, not from exhaustion I thought, and was correct. I prepared myself for what came a moment later. His seed filled my mouth even as he pressed himself in for that last time. His dick, his cum, filled me. I forget how many times he spurted, but each explosion seemed to bring another large load. I think I swallowed it all. I held him still between my lips while he recovered. It was only a few more moments, but it seemed like forever. He held my hair tight still. When he released my hair, I pulled back to smile up at him.
He helped my to my feet.
Yes, I made him kiss me on the lips as well. Good boy, he did.
He turned me around again and took my hands behind my back. I was light-headed from the alcohol and from what we had just done. He tied my wrists together. Huh?
“These will come off much later”.
Really, I thought to myself.
“You have only just begun to be made to do things for me”.
Really, I thought, smiling.
I half expected to be attacked the moment Primo opened the door. Instead, he took me out to dinner. He requested a booth and he sat down beside me. Awww. Call it silly, but that is the kind of thing men only do when they are first dating a girl. I could not tell you the last time the Boyfriend has sat down beside me in a booth. Dinner was the perfect blend of light conversation, romance, and naughty flirting; mixed together with the right amount of alcohol.
When we left the restaurant, I was ready to be jumped – repeatedly. Reaching the car, he kissed me and worked some magic along my neck. I was ready and willing to do whatever he wanted. He spun me around, pushing me frontside into the car, while he continued to caress my neck with his lips. I could feel his hardness pressing into my backside.
“Are you ready to be tied down to my bed”, he whispered into my ear.
“I promise I will not run away”, I said back to him.
“So you say now, but you do not know what all I have in mind for you . . . you are going to be screaming before I am done with you tonight”.
“Promise”?
He opened the door to let me into the car. I will blame the alcohol for what happened next. I stroked his hardness beneath his pants.
“Careful”, he threatened.
“Careful or what”, I teased, not stopping.
“Careful or I will bend you over right here and now”.
“You want to rape me? I might scream”.
“Then maybe I should make it so that you can’t scream instead”.
“Are you going to make me”? I do not know why I was playing like this.
He surprised me by ‘making me’. I say ‘making’; the pressure he applied to my shoulders was so light that it would not have pushed a little old lady down – not unless she really wanted too. He applied the tiniest amount of pressure to my shoulders and I descended to my knees.
We were far in the back and it just happened to be reasonably dark where we had parked.
“Please sir, I will be good”.
“Yes, you will,” was all he said in response.
He unzipped his pants and thrust his dick towards my mouth. I opened for him and was prepared to bob on his length for a few minutes as he pushed himself deep into my mouth for his first entry. He was having none of that apparently. He took my hair firmly into his hands and began to pump his length into my parted lips. He was fucking my mouth! In a parking lot! He pumped fast and hard. My mouth was full and empty and full again. I focused upon keeping my lips tight and my teeth pulled back. I tried to have my tongue rub the underside as he thrust into and out of my mouth. He did not slow his pace until towards the end. I could hear him breathing harder, not from exhaustion I thought, and was correct. I prepared myself for what came a moment later. His seed filled my mouth even as he pressed himself in for that last time. His dick, his cum, filled me. I forget how many times he spurted, but each explosion seemed to bring another large load. I think I swallowed it all. I held him still between my lips while he recovered. It was only a few more moments, but it seemed like forever. He held my hair tight still. When he released my hair, I pulled back to smile up at him.
He helped my to my feet.
Yes, I made him kiss me on the lips as well. Good boy, he did.
He turned me around again and took my hands behind my back. I was light-headed from the alcohol and from what we had just done. He tied my wrists together. Huh?
“These will come off much later”.
Really, I thought to myself.
“You have only just begun to be made to do things for me”.
Really, I thought, smiling.
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