Still Standing

“Can I tie up your hands?” C asked, having just completed a lovely tie on my tits. “Sure,” I said, shivering with pleasure as Serge attacked my tits. He sucked and pawed with a hungry intensity, and I gave my tits to him with delighted abandon. C rapidly bound my hands behind my back. He’s getting very good at this.

Then he did something different. He lay down on the floor and slid between my legs, spreading them, helping me to a wide, strong stance (oy, can I use that phrase?) My opened pussy was directly above him. He stroked a lubed finger over my pussy lips, gently working it inside me. Having lubed me up, he pulled out his finger, and shocked me with the thrill of cold metal. He held my favorite toy, the metal vibrator, and ran its chilly hardness along my hot cunt.

Serge pulled my hair, tilting my head back, and kissed me roughly. My legs wobbled.

C pushed the cold, vibrating metal right into me. From his unique vantage point on the floor, he could watch every movement of the vibrator pushing through my fleshy folds and into the place where my greedy cunt pulled it in.

Serge continued to control my upper body by pulling my hair, alternately ravaging my tits then my mouth. My hands bound behind me, C pulled down on the rope with his free hand, making it even harder for me to move. My legs shook uncontrollably, as I rocked against the vibrator with my hips, the only part of my body I could still maneuver. So maddeningly near to some kind of release.

I’ve never managed to orgasm standing up, but I got exquisitely close. Perhaps next time.

Sorry for the posting lag… I’m entering a new phase of my creative life, a big time of transition, and something always has to suffer. But thank you so much for the continued linking and traffic, and I’ll do my best to make up for the silence.

Published in: on September 29, 2007 at 11:40 pm  Comments (4)  

fun with a subby boy

“How do you like to come?” I asked doug, as he pounded away at me in a delightful fashion.

I went to this party to get fucked, and doug was very obliging. He actually asked if he could kiss my ass. Literally. It was a lovely offer, and I accepted graciously. I lay down on the bed and presented the ass in question. It is a really big, luscious ass. He applied his lips gently, reverently. Soft little kisses along my cheeks, teasing my crack. Strong hands massaging. I luxuriated in the attention. But, as I said before, I wanted to get fucked. I thanked doug for the lovely ass-kissing, leisurely rolled onto my back, and told him to get on top of me and start fucking. He grabbed a condom, slipped it on, and climbed up. He slid easily into my wet pussy. “Good boy,” I said. “Now fuck me hard.” And he did.

I was very happy, getting the good hard fucking that I’d been needing, and was feeling very fond of sweet doug. So I asked, “How do you like to come?” thinking we could have some fun playing out a favorite scenario. He paused briefly. “I like to be tied up, forced to wear women’s clothes, and dominated.” I confess I had been expecting something more along the lines of a blowjob or a titty fuck, but here was this wonderful surprise lurking behind this clean-cut, outdoorsy, rugged guy. I love living in a kinky world!

I had to give this some thought. We took a break, and rejoined friends drinking and chatting in the living room. It was comfortable, sociable, everyone in some state of undress, with tousled hair and sticky parts. A delicious suburban orgy.

Of course! The lightbulb went off. I had brought a frilly black and pink negligee to change into when the play started, but since I had opted to go straight to nude I had forgotten about it. I grabbed my riding crop, the lingerie, and a medium length of red rope. doug was giving foot massages. I stood above him holding the crop. “I need you upstairs as soon as you are finished with that one.” Far be it from me to rob a woman of her foot massage. I went up to the guest room to prepare. I laid out the negligee, the rope, and gloves and lube.

A few minutes passed, and just when I was beginning to get impatient, doug arrived with an audience. I had enlisted a dear friend to help, and she and I rapidly pulled off his t-shirt and underwear, and dragged the negligee over his head. I circled behind him with the rope, and bound his hands behind his back. Pushing him forward, I presented him to the room. “Isn’t it a pretty girl?” I demanded, and our audience enthusiastically agreed. I turned to my friend. “Now, what are we going to do with her?” We moved our girlie toy back to the bed, and forced her down on her knees on the bed. I stroked the erect penis that dared to intrude through the sheer black gown. “Such a pretty girl.” I leaned over and whispered in doug’s ear, “I’m going to fuck you in the ass.” He nodded his assent. “Please be gentle,” he begged.

I slipped my hand into a latex glove and slathered my fingers in lube. While my kind assistant played with doug’s cock, I moved my index finger against his tender hole, making small circles with the lube, feeling for signs of readiness. When it felt right, I slid my finger into his ass up to the first knuckle and rotated it gently. He opened up to my touch, and I moved in further. I began slow in-and-out movements. “I’m fucking you pretty girl,” I said, as I moved my finger faster. I asked one of our audience members to pour me some more lube, and I pulled out just enough to add a second finger on top of the first. I glided in and out of his asshole, while my friend continued to play with his cock. With my other hand, I gave a tug on his bound hands, reminding him how completely in our power he was.

“Is this what you wanted?” I demanded. “Oh yes,” he whispered. I withdrew my fingers from his ass and moved around to face him. I reached under the delicate fabric of the lingerie and grabbed his cock. “That’s what I thought. Now, I want you to fuck me some more.” My friend helped him lie back on his bound hands, and I climbed on top of him.

Published in: on July 23, 2007 at 10:58 pm  Comments (12)  

Tied Up Tits

C uncoiled the blue rope. I raised my arms and stood patiently, (which for me is a real feat, I’m not a patient woman!) while he wound the rope behind my back, then around and under my tits, then above, and between, tying it off there. We stood so that I could watch in the mirror as the rope tightened and my voluminous tits bulged between the loops of rope. We’re still working at a very basic level with rope, but even this simple tit tie was beautiful. We stood there admiring, and I insisted that we take a couple of pictures. Then it was time to activate the Starter Buttons.

That’s what I’ve taken to calling my nipples. They are so sensitive, that, as C said the other day, I go from “zero to slut” with one touch. I objected that I was already a slut, even before he touched my nipples, so the analogy was flawed. That’s what you get when you have a couple of bibliophiles fucking. We nerd out even when we’re revving up for sex. Sometimes it’s what revs us up.

The tight ropes around my breasts made my nipples even more sensitive, by an order of magnitude, and I squealed when he finally touched one. I should explain that this squeal is an enjoyable sound to most of my lovers. Especially a new one: when they reach out and touch my nipple for the first time and witness the extremity of my response, I love that moment of discovery. Last weekend a new friend spent nearly an hour making me writhe and squeal, simply by pinching and stroking my nipples.

I enjoy being pulled by the rope. I’m such a control freak in so many aspects of my life, but for the right person and at the right time, I love the surrender of being led by the rope that is tied around me. C pulled me into the bedroom by the rope around my tits.

“Suck my cock,” he demanded. I maneuvered my way to hovering just over it, and began licking and teasing the head with my tongue. Then I inhaled slowly, and lowered my mouth over his cock, taking it deep into my throat. I sucked and licked hungrily, but that wasn’t where we were landing. He grabbed the rope again, and pulled me up. “Sit on my cock.” I climbed on top of him. My bound tits bounced against the rope as I rocked back and forth on him until he groaned in orgasm.

Published in: on May 22, 2007 at 11:34 pm  Comments (2)  

Best Chanukah Present Ever

Let’s talk about fat girl sex. Not in the abstract, but about a fat girl who’s having lots of amazing sex and wants to share her stories with the world. That’s all I want to say as introduction at this time. I thought I’d start by telling you about the amazing weekend I had two weeks ago… what can only be described as the Best Chanukah Present Ever!

We sat in the living room rationally discussing how to begin; all three flushed with desire, but determined to get it right. We decided to start by restraining my arms with our under-the-bed restraints attached to big leather cuffs. I took off my clothes quickly and without much ceremony, since, as K pointed out, it would be difficult to remove them once I was restrained. Then I lay in the middle of the bed and stretched out my arms, exposing my naked curves to my two playmates. C attached one cuff to a restraint, while K got the other. My legs were free, but my arms were immobilized.

K has been a dear friend of my boyfriend C for a long time, since before we met. There has been something simmering between K and me for a long time, but we never had time to explore it, being on opposite coasts and visits being short and busy. In September, we finally went for it, and the three of us had a delicious shared adventure. I’ll write about that one some other time. K decided to visit C and me for a long weekend in mid-December.

Having two people suck on my breasts at once is one of my favorite experiences. I’ve been lucky to experience it many times, but this time was exceptional. My arms pulled apart, my double-D breasts splayed out, fully available. Once you touch my incredibly sensitive nipples, there is no going back. I go from 0 to 60 instantly. C and K each took one erect nipple in their mouth. The two sets of lips, the two tongues, the two mouths, each working… The image of the two sexy shaved heads with mouths pressed against my big, fleshy breasts… an image hot enough to make me come on the visual alone. I arched my back to shove my fat tits deeper into their hungry mouths. Moans were already rising up from my guts, and my clit was throbbing. I pushed out my pelvis, begging for attention to my pussy.

Two hands from two different men obliged. C went right for my special spot right above my clit on the slope of my fleshy mound; he knows my body so well, knew exactly what I was demanding. K, the new adventurer, plunged his fingers deep into my cunt, applying strong pressure to my g-spot. The combination is so delicious… the familiar touch that knows exactly what to do working my clit, the bold new fingers exploring my hungry pussy. I had my first orgasm of the night right then and there. C and K shared a look of satisfaction as I writhed beneath them. They were off to a great start.

Both men undressed and put on their black leather cock rings. I’m a big fan of cock rings. Not only do they assist with longer, fuller erections, but the cock ring itself can add to the experience by the way it rubs my clit when I’m being fucked.

Ever the generous host, C offered K the first fuck. I strained at my cuffs, longing to reach out and touch K as he climbed on top of me. K found my wet opening and pushed inside my tight pussy. “You’re on fire,” he whispered. I just smiled and lifted my legs, which he grabbed and held between his arms, fucking me deeper. “So dirty,” he purred, “such a dirty girl.”

C stood beside the bed, eagerly watching, reaching out to stroke my leg, then K’s back, then my hair. I love watching my boyfriend watching me getting fucked by another man. His naughty, delighted smile made me even wetter. He positioned himself so that I could take his straining cock in my cuffed hand. As K thrusted more and more energetically into my pussy, I summoned enough concentration from my fuck-addled brain to send a message to my hand to stroke C’s cock. It’s always a little dangerous for me to attempt such a thing while I’m being so thoroughly fucked, I can’t always maintain proper motor skills. But I had to reward that naughty smile. And the very thought of taking care of two cocks at once added to my own pleasure, as K fucked me harder and harder.

K offered to switch places with C. So deliciously naughty to be tag-teamed in this way. I reminded C to put on a condom, “for sharing purposes,” I teased. K jumped off and C climbed on, plunging his cock into the snug, slick warmth of my cunt. Again I struggled at my restraints, reaching for my lovely boyfriend, but then releasing into the strange freedom of bondage. K helped C to lift my legs higher. He pulled away the pillows that were keeping me from adjusting to a better position, flatter on the bed. Teamwork. The three of us smiled at each other, so much fun. I love sex that is playful and funny. K urged us on as I used the muscles deep inside me to clench my boyfriend’s cock, pulling him deeper inside me, and bringing him to orgasm.

C rolled off me and lay at my side, while K moved around to my other side. They released the restraints holding my cuffs, but left on the cuffs. Both men snuggled against my curves, K stroking his semi-erect cock right back to attention. C found my Hitachi magic wand on the bedside table, and tormented my stimulated nipples with it, while his fingers gently stroked around my red-hot clit. I giggled and rolled away as the magic wand tickled me, pressing myself against K for rescue. But K was not about to let me off that easily. He pushed me onto my back, grabbed my legs, and plunged back into my cunt with renewed ferocity. “Such a dirty girl,” he groaned, “now you are going to get it.” He grabbed the loose cuffs that were still around my wrists, and pulled my arms up above my head. He was working hard; a drop of his warm sweat hit my tits. He rubbed the sweat over my tits, mingling it with my own wet warmth, teasing my straining nipples. I tried to say something to him to express my pleasure, but it came out as a distorted moan. The muscles of my mouth were giving up; my body was completely focused on that place inside where K’s cock pushed again and again, harder and harder. “She’s gone pre-verbal,” K managed to say to C, before he joined me in that state, a primal beast. He clawed at my tits and gnashed his teeth as I screamed my pleasure, and he came fiercely, growling. His body shook on top of me; he buried his face between my tits. I stroked K, and reached out to C, who joined us again on the bed for some delicious three-way cuddling.

I giggled, as I nestled comfortably between the two men. “Happy Chanukah,” I said.

Published in: on December 30, 2006 at 9:37 pm  Comments (2)