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A VERY happy Thanksgiving I had a lovely surprise over Thanksgiving. Several years ago I was seeing someone quite regularly, and it was disappointing when he retired of state. Before the holiday, he emailed that he would be in DFW for the weekend to visit his grandchildren, and hoped that we might spend time together. As currently available, I naturally said yes. Always creative, he had a request that he imagined I'd also enjoy. In our emails, I had mentioned that I'd let my hair grow longer than when we were seeing each other. Inspired by the news, he asked if I would like him to brush my hair. Given the fact that anything that involves playing with my hair gets me , I enthusiastically agreed, fantasizing about it and agreeing to a game plan as the approached. As always, getting things ready was a turn on. Nothing fancy, just a touch of red lipstick, stockings with a garter belt, a lace top that leaves my tits easily accessible, and making sure that everything he would need was laid on the small table next to his easy chair in the bedroom. A short phone let know that he was almost to the house. Making sure that the front door was unlocked, I went into the bedroom, lit the candle on my night stand, turned off the lights, and knelt in front of his chair, facing away from where he would be sitting to give him a nice view of my shoulder length hair when he entered the room. I heard the door open, and not needing to announce himself, he found exactly as expected. As part of our game plan, I resisted my urge to speak while he undressed and got comfortable in his chair. His hands on my shoulders silently coaxed me to back up a bit to kneel upright between his open legs. Sliding his hands down from my shoulders and down my arms, he firmly guided my hands behind my back. Knowing what he expected, I posed for him as if my wrists were bound with rope or handcuffs, tingling with anticipation. Picking up my hair brush from the little table, he gathered up a loose ponytail of my hair. My shoulders relaxed as I surrendered to him, my long hair sandwiched between his hand and the brush as he gently worked his brush strokes from my forehead to my shoulder blades. Confident that there were no tangles in my hair, he continued his erotic stroking while exploring my skin with his free hand. Purring like a kitten, I responded to his touch, emitting a grateful moan when his hand finally crept around to my front. Cupping my little breast through my lace top, his thumb and forefinger captured my stiff nipple, pulling on it as he playfully squeezed my shallow funnel of flesh through the fabric. I glanced down to watch him manipulate my little tit, but only for a moment. Setting down the hair brush, he wrapped his hand around my ponytail and pulled my head back. As I stared up at the ceiling fan, he released my hair. I knew better than to down again. Holding my position, with my hands clasped behind , my head tilted up and unable to see, his other hand moved to my front side to massage both of my tits, twisting and pulling my nipples. I imagined him behind , smiling the knowledge that I was willingly his control. I shivered ever so slightly, conveying my ecstasy as the pulsing twitch of an orgasm . Reading like a , he nuzzled my hair of the way to kiss the side of my neck and whisper "That's a good ", bringing to another tiny orgasm. Sharing a secret: If something is in my ass, getting me hard is virtually impossible. Knowing this, he intended make use of it. "I want you on all fours" Anxious to oblige, I bent over and raised my ass, presenting myself to him. Taking the butt plug that I had put on the little table, he dipped the tip into the small bowl of coconut oil next to it. "Open wide", he teased, sliding my panties down to my knees. Knowing his intention, I gripped my ass cheeks, and spread them to shamelessly expose my smooth hole. I envisioned his approving smile as the cool lubricant contacted my opening and the butt plug effortlessly penetrated my trained hole. "Such a good ", he teased as the plug nestled into place. "Thank you, Sir", I responded, wiggling my ass playfully. Gripping my ass cheeks, he kneaded them like bread dough, and I took the opportunity to show off, tightening and relaxing my muscle to appear as if an invisible hand were fucking with the latex ass toy. After several swats to my ass that left aching for more, he pulled my panties back into place and ordered . "Up on the bed" Taking my customary place, I curled up the foot of the king sized bed. Joining , he arranged the pillows to make himself comfortable, laying on his side. Scooting toward , my red lips were inches from his cock. As I had been taught not to use my hands, I kept them my sides while kissing the head of his cock, fixating on how it gradually swelled. His hand on the back of my head signaled to open my lips. Accepting the head of his cock into my mouth, I swirled my tongue around it, making a point to trace its crown with the tip of my tongue. Light pressure from his hand coaxed to take more of his length, wagging my tongue over the sensitive underside of his shaft. I orgasmed again when he gathered my hair into a ponytail, using it as a handle to hold me still as he incrementally thrusted more and more of himself into me. One of the things I loved about him, is that his cock isn't huge. Pleasantly thick, and I'd estimate 6 inches in length, he was a satisfying mouthful. Little by little, he finally gave me his full length. Burying my nose in his pubic hair, I relished how his thick cock filled my mouth. His "That's a good " comment brought on another orgasm. Still with a tight grip on my hair, he slowly thrusted with full strokes, pausing each time he withdrew, allowing me to do that little trick with my tongue whenever his cock head almost escaped my lips. Not that we had formally discussed it, but it was clear that he appreciated the fact that a tireless cocksucker, giving him the kind of attention that kept him hard with no desire to finish until he was good and ready. I lost track of time, savoring each slow stroke as he played with my hair and affectionately petted me, his teasing comments and compliments giving me one orgasm after another. When it came to mouth fucking, he was an artist, periodically changing positions to keep me comfortable and courteous not to make me gag. It was no surprise when he eventually pushed me onto my back to mount me from above. In what you'd call a reverse cowboy position, with my arms passively at my sides, he straddled my head to give him a nice view of my body. Dipping his balls to brush my lips, I responded, kissing, licking and dancing my tongue over them. Taking advantage of his position, and much to my delight, he lifted my top to expose me and began playing with my tits again. I imagine that he surely enjoyed watching me writhe and squirm as the usual wet spot in the front of my panties appeared and grew as my clear "gurl juice" oozed from the tip of my soft cock. What he had in mind next was one of those things that hesitant to do with someone I don't know very well, and he wanted to give me a treat that I routinely enjoyed back when we were seeing each other exclusively. He guided my hands up to my tits, and I instinctively took over playing with them. Bending over slightly, he pressed the palm of his hand over the snug fitting panties covering my crotch, gently massaging me and coaxing my balls to disappear up inside of me. I won't take time to explain it, suffice that having my balls "out of play" is a uniquely satisfying sensation to me. Keeping in mind that due to the butt plug in my ass, my shriveled cock was almost useless. Essentially nothing more than a clit, it's a huge turn on for me when a man perceives it that way and treats it appropriately. Using small circular movements, he ground the palm of his hand against my smooth, feminine mound, making me shiver from another orgasm. From experience, he knew that with my balls receded inside of me, he couldn't hurt me. As a result, when he began spanking my crotch as you might with any other woman, the sensation was quite pleasurable for me and in no way painful. Partly to put on a show for him, I squirmed and whimpered with each swat, secretly delighting in the jolts that traveled to the hidden "G spot" (Prostate) inside of me, mere inches away. Not difficult to reach with the heel of his palm still pressing my mound, he then used the tips of his fingers to pulse my butt plug, giving me a non-stop orgasm as each tiny tap pushed the plug to directly brush against my G spot. I imagined how all this would appear to most people, laying on my back with a man perched on top of me, licking and sucking his balls while he jacked me off like a and fucking with my butt plug. Oddly comforting though, I didn't feel degraded. Quite the opposite, knowing that I was with someone understanding and supportive of my quirky fetish. Though I was obviously unable to see, while playing with my tits, I was aware that his cock was hovering between them as my fingertips occasionally brushed his shaft. It was no surprise when he informed me, "I want fuck your tits". Something that we'd done a few times before, I happily complied. Not that my tits are very big, I can still press them together well enough and use my fingers to press his cock into the shallow crevice. Given his position, I couldn't suck his balls anymore, and that was okay. Also disappointing that in order to support himself he needed both of his hands and couldn't play with my "pussy". What was uniquely interesting however, is that it forced me to focus on the sensation of his hard cock thrusting between my little tits, pleasing him as any other woman might please her man. Oddly satisfying. What he was really doing, was giving me a chance to recover from all the orgasms I'd just experienced and letting other delightful things happen in my head. Seeing that I'd settled down sufficiently, he dismounted. Returning to his plan of providing me my secret, forbidden pleasure, he placed my hand over my crotch. "Masturbate for me, the way I know you want to" "Yes, Sir" A shivering wave of pleasure traveled through me as I pressed my hand against the smooth crotch of my panties and began rubbing myself. My empty scrotum felt like the lips of a vagina through my panties, and my little nub of a clitoris was receiving an enticing, though less than dramatic sensation. "That's a good " Once again, an embarrassing situation that I didn't feel embarrassed about with him, he simply sat next to , watching pleasure myself and teasing verbally. One thing for certain, the words that I was hearing, combined with the thrill of performing for him was doing a bigger on than the physical stimulation. "Mmm, yes. You so right now" "Show how you like it" "Show how you like to play with your clit" "Such a good " Making it clear that I had his approval, and knowing how things were about go, he continued. "Tell that you're a good " "Yes, Sir. a good " "Tell that you want to watch you play with yourself" "Yes, Sir. I want you to watch " (even though I was admittedly self conscious and embarrassed to do it for him) "You want to watch you , don't you?" "Yes, Sir. I want to for you, Sir" He knew how it excited when he "made" say and do naughty things. "Then be a good . Don't hold back. I want you for " "Yes, Sir" "After you for , do you know what you get do then?" "Yes, Sir. I think so, Sir", I remembered from our email discussion. "If you're a good and for , then you get to suck my cock again" "Oh, yes Sir. Thank you, Sir" "Because I know your secret." "Yes... Sir." "You love how it feels, being all emptied , but still horny" "Yes, Sir" I wondered if I was going to regret confiding my dark desire. "Because that's what a real woman does" "Yes, Sir" "Finding satisfaction in pleasing your man. Just like a real woman" "Yes, Sir" He was right, and he also knew that it was a secret of mine that hesitant to share with most people. "When I for you it makes you happy and proud" "Yes, Sir. It makes happy when you " "And I will, but you have to for this way first" "Yes, Sir. I want to for you, Sir" The cat was definitely of the bag. I trusted him and wasn't going to chicken . Moving my free hand up to my breast, I twisted and pulled on my hard nipple, bringing myself closer to orgasm. Scooting down to lay beside , he sucked on my other nipple, drawing circles around it with his tongue, capturing it between his teeth and sucking the little funnel of flesh into his open mouth. "Mmmm, Ahh Ahhh" "That's a good " he whispered. " for . for NOW!" "AAAHHH, CUMMING FOR YOU, SIR!" Frantically rubbing my clit combined with his coaching and stimulation, he took over the edge as a messy puddle of sticky semen filled my panties. Much less than dramatic than a "traditional"<b> ejaculation </font></b>and comparatively unsatisfying, the physical responses were the same and had the desired effect. As the pulses diminished, I continued to massage my crotch, coaxing every last bit of from deep inside of . Shivering and spent, he put his arm around , comforting and assuring as my breathing returned to normal and the aftershocks subsided. Normally, a man loses his desire at this point, but for it opens a door that invites to fully express my feminine persona. Allowing my dark instinct to take control, I ran my hand up the inside of his thigh to cup his balls, watching his soft cock come back to life as my unique desire expressed itself. Attempting to describe the paradox, no longer able to experience physical arousal, my current state is almost entirely mental, accessing a pleasure center that's separate from what traditionally guides a man. A peculiar yet enjoyable conflict, not being horny, yet still horny on a unique level, enjoying similar electrical jolts as before, now amplified by not having the distraction of my physical responses. Without a word, my compulsion drove to take my place, kneeling between his spreading legs. As if in a trance, I planted a kiss on the head of his twitching cock before drawing his entire shaft into my mouth in one smooth maneuver. The light pressure of his hand on the back of my head gently reassured , coaxing to continue at my own pace. Feeling him harden with each slow bob of my head, my mental fireworks intensified. Absentmindedly amusing himself by playing with my hair, my long bangs hanging to the tip of my nose obscured his view as he watched his full length disappear between my red colored lips over and over. The sparks of electricity coming from a special part of my brain provided the unique arousal that I craved. Replaying the countless orgasms that he'd given me during the preceding hours, it was only natural, if not my duty, to express my gratitude. Returning my hand to cradle his balls, I heard his "Mmm" of approval and reminded myself that I can't "make" him . He'll for when he decides to and as his woman, my role is simply to entertain and keep him aroused until he chooses his moment of release. He knew me well enough to refrain from his usual commentaries and compliments, letting me enjoy the unique jolts of electricity in my brain while focusing on his own pleasure. Gathering my hair into a ponytail handle, he chose to use it to heighten my experience rather than control my movement. Likewise, it was a turn on for me to feel that he was ultimately in control, realizing that when the time comes he would use that ponytail handle to maximize his orgasm. Time became meaningless as I had little choice other than to focus on the velvety smoothness of his cock between my lips. Given my situation, unable to experience physical pleasure of my own, I wickedly fantasized about being a perverse, mindless automatron, my sole purpose being to provide his pleasure. Eventually, my feelings were again forced into conflict when he renewed his grip on my ponytail. This time with a tight grip, his moment was obviously approaching. Fulfilling as it is to know that his orgasm is imminent, it sadly means that our time together was near conclusion. My duty now is to perform however necessary to maximize his enjoyment. "Sharon, going to for you in a bit" "MMMM, HMMM" I respond as best I could with a tone that conveyed my enthusiasm to accept his gift . Encircling the base of his tightening balls with my thumb and forefinger while cradling them in my hand, I knew from experience that it would enhance his experience as he crossed the finish line, and he predictably responded with "Oh, yeah. That's it. Good " Unless told otherwise, I know that he prefers to in my mouth, and frankly, it's equally satisfying for too. Using my ponytail to hold my head motionless, he thrusted his velvety swollen shaft in and of while announcing "That's it. Good . We're almost there" Fighting to balance my own wicked pleasure while remaining attentive to his needs, I relaxed my lips and covered the underside of his cock with my flattened tongue. At this point, I was a mere receptacle for his precious semen. His breathing signaled that he was moments away from ejaculation, and I moaned to encourage him and convey my readiness to accept his load. "Here it comes, . All for you" Orgasmic sparks flew inside my head as he his first spurt fired into . Performing as taught, I held perfectly still, moaning in my own ecstasy as he predictably slowed his thrusting. His breathing returned to normal as I relished the sensation of his spent cock softening in my mouth. Kind of a big deal to , he knows how I enjoy this portion of our encounters, and I like to think that over time he learned to enjoy it as well from the way he affectionately pets me as we quietly remain joined. No movement or unwanted stimulation from me, it's just a very satisfying time for me, feeling a special sense of pride and demonstrating my appreciation of his while replaying in my head some of the more poignant moments of our encounter. Finally the silence breaks and I roll off of him to feel his arm around me. "I hope that you're not disappointed", he stated. "Not at ALL. Why would I be disappointed?" "I didn't fuck you" "I didn't expect you to, though I WAS squeaky clean for you, just in case. I had a great time, no points off (I giggled). "Well, here through the weekend. We can get together tomorrow if you like" But that's a whole other story...  |
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12/17/2020 12:28 pm |
Thanks for sharing your wonderful Thanksgiving. It sounds like you both enjoyed it. HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!!!!!! Stay safe.
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