Bottle and Bag...
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Posted:Aug 7, 2017 3:11 pm
Last Updated:Feb 21, 2024 3:21 pm 42912 Views
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A week into Your tenancy at the Groundkeepers Cottage..... the bedroom complete... the beginnings of Your lair... the bed luxurious, inviting, misleading maybe...
I've left it too long and can't remember the exact run of events so, moments recalled......
Red rope, torso harnessed, collar around neck, leash attached... tugged down to my knees, mouth working Your cock.... You feasting on my breasts, cunt.. taking me hard from behind.... Your toy in my arse, mouth on clit.... cumming hard.... then You move, time to rest....
You get some food, put on a DVD and i join You on the sofa.... still roped beneath my cotton shift.... we sit a while... peaceful... then You move swiftly to the floor between my legs, staring up at me a 'do as you are told' look on Your face... You have Your beer bottle in Your hand, it's empty.... You open my thighs and ease the bottle neck into my cunt... its hard, unrelenting... i slide down to the edge on the chair.. hips lifting wanting Your attentions... You place the bottle deep and drag me to my feet, leading me back into the bedroom and lying me down on the bed... there follows an intense time of You exploring, using the bottle to open, stretch... my cunt aches.. my hips press, my mind pushes myself down onto the vessel... my cunt Yours.... Your tongue teasing my clit until my cunt relaxes further... I'm wanton, defiled, shameless.....
I take the collar off as We lie catching breathe.... then You stand me up .. my legs feel weak... i lean back against You when ever i can.... Your ropes are still encasing me as i stand while You move about the room... my eyes are closed not wanting to see You are doing, planning.... i feel the cling film.. wrapped around my ribs, You fold my arms under my tits and trap them there with the film.... You continue to cover my flesh, leaving my breasts free, arms bound, torso immobilised.... standing back to check Your 'work', I'm trapped... the film wrap hot...
Guiding back onto the bed... Your mouth back to my bruised bottle molested cunt... tongue caressing, teasing me back into high arousal, my mind confused by all the sensations... You put something by my head, i hear it rustle, I realise immediately what it is and what it means... Your cock thrusting in me as i lie helpless under You.. driving into me.... my breath laboured as my chest is restricted... i feel Your excitement build until we are fucking frantically, then....... You put the bag over my head.. the panic curls in my stomach but i want it... it only takes a few inhalation S for the bag to gather around my face... i feel myself gasping, unable to catch air... the material sucking to my mouth, sealing my airway.... then i can't.... i can't breathe... my hips wild, cunt convulsing as You snatch the bag away.... and We are cumming.... I'm dizzy... sweating... mind blown....
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Blissed out.....
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Posted:Aug 5, 2017 1:07 pm
Last Updated:Feb 21, 2024 3:21 pm 41274 Views
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Lying next to You, close, I'm deeply relaxed from massage given... part of self given... feeling an energy, but calm, so calm.... then Your hand cupped my face, caressing cheek, neck, head and my body suddenly is in a different dimension... mind closing, body opening... skin absorbing Your every touch, drawing You in... pressing ever closer... inhaling You, Us.... mouths meeting, hungry, passion flowing, then softening to feel lips on lips, on cheek, on ear, neck...... fully clothed so deeply aroused... moving to straddle You.. my thighs over Your hips... my cunt wet, hot, grinding...... leaning over You, my hair a veil around Our faces.... I'm transported to god knows where..... Your hands on my breasts, as they ache and want... i rise and strip, unable to wait.... Your mouth taken what is Yours to take... hands grasped flesh... touches varying from urgent to forever.... my tits feeling so right in Your mouth... in Your hands... Your hand sweeps up to my neck as Your mouth feasts.... fingers squeezing, tight.. tighter, closing... each breath getting harder... shallower.... throat crushing, i can feel my blood pounding in my head... i feel self surrender to it... even as i feel a panic rise in my chest... head so tight... dark.... then Your release and i gasp.... kissing Your neck... face... pouring myself into You... my body continuously rocking and pressing... my hands tugging Your t-shirt, needing to feel my skin on Yours..... undoing Your belt, desperate hands taking Your trousers off.... and then my own.... mouth needy for Your cock... lips grazing over Your balls... tongue finding You, lips sliding over..... i hear You speak but not what You say... You see me off You.. repeating the words.. 'I need a piss'... I lie back on the bed in my own drifting space then You stop and pull me from the bed... i stumble, legs feeling weak, pussy soaking as You lead me to the bathroom and push me to the floor.... i kneel, before You and breathe and wait and feel... my lips hovering by Your cock... panting softly... mind buzzing....
The first drops trickle over my lips, then throat and breasts.... warm... my mouth opens... fills, swallows, spills.... my hands holding Your thighs for support... then the flow, drinking, gulping... flesh anointed... lips sealing around Your head, feeling the last stream wash over my tongue... sucking gently as You push deeper..... then pull away..... leading me back to the bedroom, wiping me down... "on Your back' as i sprawl in a daze .....
Your mouth sinking into my slit.... my clit stiff, aching.. mound rocking.... so wet, so hot..... Your tongue taking me to the edge again and again.. my thighs trembling.... then Your hand moving fingers slipping into me.... I'm falling. cunt rippling... my orgasm rising... almost fearful to feel it.... feeling myself press my cunt to Your fingers.. clit to Your mouth... groaning wild...... and...... cumming........ Your mouth softening as my hips jerk , clit so sensitive....
You hear a noise........
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The Groundkeepers Cottage.....
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Posted:Jul 30, 2017 3:51 pm
Last Updated:Aug 10, 2017 6:12 am 39912 Views
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You mailed me a 'task'. To look up the directions to a certain pub... You want an hour of my time, any evening....
An hour in a pub.... ? This has never been arranged before..... my first thought is we are meeting someone there.. someone who wants an initial face to face meeting....a man? Possible, even likely. Could be a woman, a woman is more likely to want an initial meeting, or a couple.... ?
So if it's a man.... what demeanour is required? Submissive? Slut? Cute? Bratty? So many possibilities.... sit quiet and listen, flirt, be coy, knickers off availale for a fondle...
A woman..... a more dominant a_mused? A reassuring presence? Encouraging? Or are You testing my response to a more domme type...... sometimes I wish I had more prior information, other times I love the unknown.....
Then thinking maybe the pub has rooms.... am I to sit for a drink with You then go upstairs? a person waiting, You waiting, or maybe leading me in......
Maybe m would be there, tied to the bed.... what would I do? Maybe that's for another mail....
Then during the day You mailed that You wouldn't have signal where You were.... ah! So You're not going to be there, at The Fox.... I check the website, no rooms... so a_mused is meeting someone on her own.... I admit I'm disappointed.....
So I arrive at the pub and wait...... I receive a mail... with directions to another place.... I feel 'conned'... is this safe? Are You at someone's house? At a dogging -place? All sorts going through my mind.... yet still I drove....
And there You were....... something quite magical.... a new feeling.... new chapter....
Standing at the side of the road, an old barn, cottage.... Your smiling as I get out.... the Cottage is Yours, the barn, some land... a fate in waiting.... You show me around, a shift in connections, so many possibilities.... the bedroom, Scorpio's lair to be.... large, wooden beamed.. perfect.... a wardrobe large enough for a girl to hide....
You lay me down.... it's so quiet.... i' m stripped and pleasured... Your mouth possessing my cunt... I feel indulged, spoilt... the calm before the now increasingly likely storm........
I left my pendant by the bed, not deliberate....
a_mused must get a chest to fill....
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Alarm bells..
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Posted:Jul 25, 2017 11:54 am
Last Updated:Jul 31, 2020 7:41 am 42328 Views
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A room booked... time arranged.... I sat in the car park, early as usual, preparing..... I watched You arrive and waited for a text or mail with instructions.... I was wearing a short summer dress, covered in butterflies, white stockings, the blue shoes You had liked before.... I can remember walking into the hotel, but not how we greeted...
We kissed, like 'the kiss'... hungry, hard... I was stripped.. lain down... Your hands, stroking, caressing, firm, possessing... lying on my tummy... Your fingers between my legs.. i' m wet, hips lifting and falling... I'm shocked at the speed of my arousal, I want to cum... I whisper, 'I want to cum, please let me cum, I want to cum'... You stop...move Your hand, turn me over.. mouth on tits.......... A loud interruption, a fire alarm going off... we freeze, laugh a little, pause and wait, either of Us moving... the noise stops, no-one seems to be moving outside.. You carry on...
Nipples sucked, chewed, tits gripped, grasped... cunt fucked with Your toy, hard, slow, deep... clit tormented with Your tongue... I'm taken to the edge, again and again... I want to cum, but I don't want to cum because I don't want the feeling to end..... but Your mouth overwhelms and my climax rips through me, shuddering....
You flipping me over, taking me from behind... then pulling out for me to suck You, licking my juices from Your cock, lips guzzling.... then I hear myself begging to sit on You, to straddle You, to fuck You...You pull me up and I slide my cunt over You, gasping in bliss at the sensation... You lie still as I rise and fall, squeeze and massage.. grind down deep... my cervix throbbing, cunt quivering, cumming,in a way I never have before... little clit stimulation but complete cunt sensation, muscles tugging, pulsing.... At some point during this time the fire alarm restarts... but We don't stop... I can't stop... I recall imagining smoke sweeping under the door and I would pass out on You, content.... nothing else mattered....
We chatted for a while after.... You said things in Your life were about to change and You would tell me as soon as everything was confirmed....
You ran a bath, hot and steamy... I dressed... kissed You as You bathed, and left...
Seeing Your car in the car park, I wanted to leave You something... I thought maybe my panties under Your windscreen wiper.. but then thought You might be meeting someone else as the room was booked for the evening and that might be awkward.... so I just left You a note..... xxx
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Words....
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Posted:Jul 24, 2017 3:24 pm
Last Updated:Mar 12, 2024 5:28 pm 38809 Views
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I realise I haven't written any accounts for a while and there are reasons for this.... the end of Whoredom, time to move on.... a failed last arranged 'attendance', where I wouldn't go..... a fading of connection between Us, somewhat re-ignited by 'the kiss'..... a struggle on both Our parts to find a path, the path.... but We never locked the door.... and We arranged to meet, to see.. an afternoon in a hotel... both hungry
Since then, We have met on four occasions in the new 'era", The Groundkeepers Cottage.... and the content of these meetings has been familiar, yet new, layers stripped, depths reached, potential imagined, there to be grasped and taken..... But... because of this I have found them harder to write about...
I have/had that inner voice, constantly thinking, checking, evaluating, processing events as they happened,... that voice was the words of my accounts.... recently that voice has got quieter and more distant, until at times it has vanished... this leaves me without words, or even coherent memories of what took place, just a flow of feelings, responses and reactions..... and this is AMAZING!!!!
However, I find myself anxious that without these words I might lose the events, not 'fix' the memories... and I want to hold on to them... so I will attempt to find the essence of Our time together......
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The Quickie....
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Posted:Feb 28, 2017 12:41 pm
Last Updated:Aug 10, 2017 6:13 am 58915 Views
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four years ago You first sent me to this man i named 'pup' and i've probably seen him a couple of times a year.... he mails regularly, but annoys me, always trying to negotiate cost, location, time... what he's really after is an affair and i find myself being assertive with him, business like, he must like it, he doesnt cease asking.....
so arrangements were made, a hotel near Gatwick, 5.30pm meet, he knows i haven't got much time... i've told him i'm meeting him there, not collecting him or taking him back to the train station... i arrive at the hotel at 5pm, get ready in my car and sit reading to past the time.... i pick up an email from him, he's been held up, trains late, said he'd be there at 5.45pm.... i find myself hoping he won't make it, deciding i will wait until 6pm then go.... i mail him reminding him i don't have much time... he asks me to wait.....
just before 6pm i see him arrive... i pull myself together, i need this money and text You..... he sends me the room number and i go in.....
he apologises for being late, i tell him it doesn't matter.. he leans in for a kiss, he's hungry.... my phones in my hand and as he's kissing and feeling, i text You the room 4, all the time making encouraging noises and movements.... he whispers ' i can feel how ready i are for this' i chuckle, tugging at his clothes, stripping him bare... he always wants to shower, so once he's naked i tell him to go and get the shower running and wait for me... i undress slowly, folding my clothes, taking my time before stepping in the bathroom... a palm full of gel instantly coating him, slick, covering his back, chest, cock and balls..... i trun the shower off and grab the towels, drying myself quickly as he tries to hold me.... as his arms are around me i take his towel and reach around to dry his back... he tries to do it himself and i tell him to stop...murmuring 'i'm taking care of you..'
i sit on the end of the bed as he stands before me... i take his cock in my hand, caressing, teeling him what a beautiful cock it was... my tongue slowly sweeping over his hard, smooth, purple head, lips kissing... he's excited, pushing me down onto the bed.... i say 'no' and guide him onto his back, pushing his head to the pillow, telling him to relax... i suck his cock again, long slow laps, suckling his head, tongue flicking his slit.... as he groans, i move to straddle him.... pushing his head back down as he raises it to reach my tits.... i offer him one nipple, then the other... i whisper a streaam of commentary..... ' mmm, feels so good, my nipples want you, tits aching for you'... moving him from nipple to the other.... 'can you feel how wet its making me? you're doing that... would you like these tits, to play with, touch whenever you wanted, knowing that they need that...' he's writhing under me, my labia spread, split by his shaft, my clit rubbing on his cockhead.... i feel i could cum but know that it i do the flow will be broken and i'll have to 'perform and endure' the rest of the time, so i move.... roll onto my side and guide his cock into me from behind... his thursts are frantic, no rythum... i move away, pushing him over on his back... placing his hand on his cock as i suck him... he asks if i will swalllow, i said 'no, i don't, but i will watch you cum, suck you, kiss you'.... i move lower, my lips nuzzling his balls, licking, tracing the shape, asking 'do you like me licking your balls', hearing a moan in reply... i slide my finger over his perineum, pressing, massaging.... i feel the pulse as he grunts and cums over his belly and hand....
i reach for the towel and clean him softly.... laughing saying 'fuck that was good, so intense, so quick'.... i promise him more time, next time (if there ever is a next time!!!)....
i take the cash and leave, buzzing, happy i'd been in and out in 45mins, yet still left a satisfiyed guy........
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before the kiss, the pierced troll.....
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Posted:Feb 24, 2017 2:43 pm
Last Updated:Feb 21, 2024 3:23 pm 57319 Views
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A contact You forwarded to me with a 'one more try?', the last two encounters being somewhat depressing... a guy wanting a cheeky naughty girl, who knows nothing of Scorpio..... i contact him.... He talks of spankings and boobies and bad girls... i imagine an older guy, maybe even a Daddy type... i pretend to be new to all this, exicited, but nervous.... He reassures, just naughty fun.... so we arrange a meeting...
for some reason i felt anxious this time, more so than usual... i had doubts i could 'do' it.... a fun naughty girl?? I'm not really the 'giggle, wiggle, spank and cum' type... so a performance would be needed.... my nerves upset my stomach, i felt sick, had liquid bowels, shaking hands.... but i settled as i changed and parked up... texting You the 'going in'...
he opens the door, not what i had expected at all... a middle aged guy, short, shorter than me maybe, shaven head, east european accent, large build, solid, squat... he was expressionless, not the jolly gent i'd envisaged at all..... i assessed the surroundings... small but well decorated flat, lovely old wooden floor, cool music, chaktras on the wall and peace and quiet sign on the door, not the trappings of thug....
i took my heels off quickly, feeling too tall... he felt my tits over my dress, saying 'these are good'... i smiled and turned around, leaning over the sofa end and lifting my dress to my waist... i had no knickers on but fish net stockings and suspenders.... he rubbed my arse cheeks, asking 'why no knickers?' i rely 'You wanted a naughty girl' and he spanked my bottom.... i gasped and wriggled and moaned with encouragement... he stopped spanking and started fingering my cunt... hard and fast... i gritted my teeth... he found my piercing and rubbed my clit, then returned to spanking...
i wanted this over so i shut down my head and arched and rubbed my arse against his groin as he reached around and under my dress to grope my tits... he quickly stripped me while spanking and fingering.... i noted my bottom felt warm and tingly, a hopeful sign... he then striped.... a hairy troll, pierced ear, tongue, a bar at the bottom of his neck, double bar in one nipple and a ring in his balllsack... ah, a distraction i though and proceeded to explore the silver metal with my tongue, while he spanked and groped, he was forceful and persistence, kept trying to finger my arse and i kept wriggling away... i could his frustration and thought 'fuck this could be the time' he was small but strong.....
he then stood and grasped my wrists... 'to the bedroom' he grunted.... i wondered what was in the room, another troll waiting, a cam recording, torture instruments but it was a lovely room, hughe bed,large mirror... his computer open the side, it flashed thorugh my mind he might have the cam on, broadcasting to mates, but decided i could risk that, found the thought arousing....
on the bed he wanted sucking and sucking... on and on... he was small but i was still gagging, drooling, just wanted it over..... i gasped and pulled away, jaw aching... he said 'i'll give you 5 minutes to rest'... i told him i didnt have much time.... and carried on with the blow job, hand job, tit rub........ eventually saying 'i've got to go', waiting for his reaction.... he said 'okay' and smiled.... all the time though i felt like he was just controlling himself, working at remaining calm... it was kind of menancing....
he gave me cash, kiss on cheek and i left as quick as i could........ You know the rest......
You held me, cleansed me.... i melted.....
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Colonel Catfish...
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Posted:Feb 21, 2017 2:33 pm
Last Updated:May 10, 2018 2:51 pm 59272 Views
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its taken me so long to write up this account... i think because i felt so despondent afterwards... but here it is!!!!
the second 'delete it or do it' mail... You said a completely different kind of guy from the 'Mole'... so i contacted him and there followed an exchange of mails..... He wanted a photo, so i sent one.... then he wanted another and another, various body part requests which i eventually ignored....
then the questions.. he wanted to know my 'name' and got all offended when i said 'amorist'... he wanted to know how many men i'd attended, a question i didnt answer so he replied 'i guess you don't even know' (wanker).... then he said 'are you expecting a reward?' i replied 'yes, if i'm judged deserving'.... he said 'I'm going to make you cum lots', i laughed inside.....
so i drive to the hotel, feeling contemptous towards this guy... he was waiting for me outside... older man, typically upstanding English look, stiff upper lip, almost military.. i wondered if i'd misjudged him and maybe he would have dominance and understanding ( yes, i know i expect alot!!)...
the room is brightly lit and stark, i walk over and close the curtains... he'd asked me to wear the outfit from the photo id sent, so i removed my dress to reveal the black fishnet mini dress and stockings, with pink breast harness underneath.... he squeezed my tits roughly and tugged my nipples through the netting, i whinced and he said 'too hard'... i said 'no, i just needed to 'warm up first'.... ( i don't know about other women but for me pain without arousal and/or connection just , well, just hurts)....
he walked to the end of the bed and asked when i had last been fucked... and had i cum and had it been a big cock.....???? as he was asking he undressed and presented his cock to me saying 'what do think of mine? big enough for you?' i kind of murmrued non-comittal answers to all these questions.... and then he said 'suck it first...' i crawl down the bed and took him in my mouth as he stood there... i'd barely got going when he said 'okay, i want to fuck you now'..... he reached for the condoms saying 'i suppose i need these?'....
what followed was a kind of clinical run through of the standard fucking positions..... not long in each, all the time he was asking me.. 'deeper?', 'do you like my cock?', 'yes you do, dont you..' the room was hot, i asked him to open a window, he laughed and said 'have i worn you out already?', when the truth was i was dry and getting sore and needed to try and change the action... i lay on my side and he entered me from behind, i grit my teeth and rode him hard and fast.... he said 'stop, you're going to make me cum' and he pulled as he was cumming... he ..'oh god, i didnt want to cum yet'.... again i laughed inside....
then back to the questions, wanting to know about me and You, if he could contact me directly? had i cum lots? had i cum more than usual? did i like his cock?' i gave him all the answers he wanted to hear, mainly because i wanted to be paid.... then he said ' you don't really want me to give you money do i?'... i just tooka deep breathe and said 'yes, i do..' he reluctantly handed over a roll of notes... and i disappeared quick.... when i got home he had already mailed me... i've not replied.......
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'delete it or do it'
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Posted:Feb 7, 2017 11:45 am
Last Updated:Feb 18, 2017 1:37 pm 42928 Views
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where to start... i was excited when i got the 'delete or do it' mail... i had assumptions, i thought it was the Guy i'd seen before as it was a 'house visit' and he was now settled in Worthing.... so i had no worries... You wanted no prior contact, just a 'going in' and address... i made contact with 'WD', we exchaned a few short mails, i was even more convinced it was the 'Bear'.... i thought he would tell you the arrangements and maybe You would be waiting afterwards... or, as i thought more, maybe You would be there with him....
i had my usual morning thoughts, 'i don't have to go, i could just stay in bed'..... low mood makingmy bed appealing.... but i got up, dressed, long black fitted dress, stockings, high heels, pendant.... reaching the address in plenty of time, parking up, preparing..... at 10.29am i send You the text and walk to the flat...
its quite a seedy looking row of buildings, many 'for rent' signs in the gardens... i wasn't concerned as i believed i knew who i was attending.... as i approached a front door opened, i smiled, 'it must be You there, having got my text and sent him down'... but then i realised it was the next door along.... a column of scruffy door bells, i press number 6 and wait.....
a shadow moves down the stairs and along the hallway, i take my deep breathe as the door opens.... it's not him, its a new guy.... i'm on automatic now though and follow him in... he smiles, genuine smile and i can see he's pleased, relieved? i don't smile back, i'm in a darker place.. he goes to guide me up the stairs, i stop and say 'i'll follow you'... he looks puzzled and then says 'okay'.... i want the option of turning and leaving if needed....
we enter his flat, i walk through, assessing, judging... i enter the living room, curtains closed, candle buring, light from a fish tank in the corner, a low table with toys, lube, vibes, dildos, collars, pegs, suction pumps and.... red rope.... my hopes rise a little, 'is it Your rope, maybe You're here, in the bedroom, waiting...
i haven't been able to look at him... i didnt want to.. i see his size... he's young, head shaven, bearded, glasses.... i can't look at him so i just stand still, eyes closed.... he stands close, his hands gentle on my face before moving over my body, feeling my curves ... he takes off Your pendant and puts it on the table, i wonder if this is deliberate on his part, does he know its Yours... but i dont do anything, i don't want to interact with him... i turn around and strip... he fumbles with my bra strap, then turns me around to face him... hands on my tits... tugging at my nipples, pressing them in, stroking the sides of my breasts.... a few slaps.... then guiding me down onto the sofa.... he speaks softly and i like his voice... he says 'do you know what I'm going to do to you', i open my eyes briefly, shaking my head, murmuring 'no''... 'I going to fuck you and fill you with my cum, and then use all my toys on you'.... he strips, kneels on the floor and spreads my legs wide.... his stubby fingers poking at my slit... he takes a vibe to my clit and cunt... i reflect its been a while since i used one and decided i liked it.... he stops and leans forward, i realise he's going to fuck me, but he's small and fat and he can't get close enough to properly get in me... he pulls me to the floor and tells me to suck.... he's not quite as small as i first thought, but what he has is buired in his bulk... his cock is tapered, like a dining candle, foreskin tight... he's doesnt seem to want me to use my hands... he holds my head and tries to fuck my face..... then pushes me back on the sofa... lifting my legs up high, using the vibe again... his finger teases at my ass and i say 'no'.... 'no?' he replies, but he's smiling.... i'm a fatalist, but at this point i think i'm going to be safe...
he moves and lies on the floor, telling me suck again, then trying to get me to straddle and fuck him... but we are not compatible, it aint going to happen! he says 'just suck him'... so i do, i try.... he wont let me 'do my thing', he just wants to hold my head a fuck my mouth... i feel us both frustrated... i'm thinking ' i could just stop, go, say this isnt working..' but i can't..... instead i hear him say ' is that enough for today, or can you take more?' i want to giggle but i don't, for the first time i look him directly in the eye and say 'depends what more is?', he replies 'what would you like it to be?' i say, 'this, doesnt work that way' and he laughs... i decide he has nice eyes... he moves back onto my tits, asking me if he can be firmer, i say he can.... he pushes me back on the sofa, slaps on my bottom and tits, then uses the suction cups on my nipples, tugging them hard, then fingering my clit.... my nipples hurtafter a while and he asks i want the pumps off and i nod... he releases them and holds me close, arms wrapped around me... i lean into him and i feel that this is what he really wants..... i softly kiss his cheeks and stroke his velverty head .... 'i said i'd do just one more thing' he states.... easing me back on the sofa, reaching for something from the table... 'a gift' he whispers.... i hadnt been expecting money, this was a bonus and sadly lifted my spirits slightly... he pushed a roll of cling wrapped notes into my cunt... i stood, turned away from him, dressed... said goodbye and left.... reaching for the 'gift' on the stairs and returining to my car... seeing the texts from You, accepting now that You weren't going to be anywhere close.....
sitting in my car... processing... feeling stupid, feeling small... cross with myself as i felt i failed, he didnt cum, i think he was disappointed... i was cross i couldnt 'perform' more....
it was a low point.. i didnt want to believe You sent me there knowing, so i ask You if You knew Him... i don't get a straight answer, so i ask again... You comment on him being 'grunt level realm' which i decide makes me 'grunt level ' by proxy.... i sit in my car and cry.. i havent done that for a long time....
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triggers
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Posted:Jan 13, 2017 1:57 pm
Last Updated:Feb 18, 2017 1:38 pm 44145 Views
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i'd had them waiting for a while, waiting until i needed.... and i needed, cash and to trigger a reaction, a response from You.
the day started with my usual morning apathy, thinking ways to cancel, reasons not to go... but i worked through it, You had seemed unbothered by Our demise, or at least the change in Our connection, and i needed to pull that trigger...
i was worried, about how i would be, if i would be able to 'perform' as id been so 'flat feeling' recently... still, i comforted myself by the thought that if they were in any way disappointed then they wouldn't want me again.... so a morning drive, changing and primping in a layby.... black dress, black fishnet stockings, heels....sending You a 'going in text', waiting for the first reply before walking into the house the usual way, letting myself in, looking through the door, wondering where he was... flinching slightly as He appears, laughing as i jump.... he grabs me, kissing, feeling, hungry... i feel him already hard, pressing against me... i writhe and respond, helping him to remove my dress... then squatting down in my stockings and heels to undo his belt and release his cock.... instantly sucking.... he groans, his hand holding the back of my head, fucking my mouth, then pulling me upwards... i turn and kean over the back of an armchair.. his fingers exploring my slit.. i arch invitingly, hips lifting high, rocking... he eases his cock in, slowly fucking into me as i rock onto him.... then the floor... he pushes me on my side, hand around my belly, reaching down to my clit, His cock grinding against my arse, then plunging back into the wet hole that is my cunt..... i moan and clench, trying to 'lose' myself into it..... a smile on my face as i hear my text tone, knowing You were responding....
he pulls out and takes my hand, pulling me up and we make our way upstairs.... i push him onto the bed and sit astride him.... i slide my clit and slit up and down his shaft, feeling some arousal... his hands and mouth are on my tits... i feel a response, my breasts so sensitive.. clit rubbing onto him.... my head begins to sink... almost.... almost..... then the moment passes.... i turn and he takes me from behind, i'm fucking him hard, driving back onto him.... he stands up, takes his cock in his hand and finishes himself off over my bottom.... i feel the splash of his cum on my skin, it feels hot, heavy.... we rest... chat a while... then i dress, kiss, act out a reluctance farewell, take the cash and go.... text You a 'done' when im back at my car..... changing back into my day clothes, wiping smeared make up off.... reading Your texts... and driving home....
i get home shower and nap, tired.... then get on with my day........
6pm... in my car once again... this time changing in the car park of the hotel.... same outfit... walking into the hotel lobby, feeling strangely conspicuous... i have to take a seat as i need to find his phone number... im paraniod that staff are watching me, knowing why i'm there..... i'm unusually flustered, but find the number, text Him, get the room number... and text You the second 'going in'.... i loved You reply, knowing i had surprised You... You send a string of short texts.. cursing, joyous, i cherish them as i make my way to the hotel room....
He's there waiting... he's so familar to me now... i feel safe with him, in control, valued, desired.... i lean into him, hands caressing, nuzzlin into hi neck, soft and tender.... my fingers undoing his shirt, my lips on his chest, suckling on his nipples, hands reaching down to undo his belt..... i uide him down onto the bed and kneel between his legs, removing his shoes, socks, trousers pants, slowly, careflly.. kissing flesh as i bare it then push him onto his back and climb alongside him..... i lean over him, lips meeting, so gentle.. kissing slow, soft... i shift and slide a nipple over his face, he sucks.... i move aain, whispering for him to take the other one..... he lies back, his eyes closed, low moans ans whimpers from his throat.... i feel how much he needs this, to feel wanted, touched, loved and i 'pour' myself into him.... my mouth soft, passive on his.. breasts full, heavy caressing all over his body.... opening my legs for his finers to dip into open, wet, hot folds of pussy..... his finers moving, stroking, my cunt melting.... womb relaxing... so wet.... again i feel an orgasm rise, but i don't want to cum, because if i cum then i'll lose the feeling and the performance will be hard.... so i fake it.... and slide down to his cock.... kneeling between his legs, kissing thighs, balls, cock... he's small, soft... i suckle and the image of gentle mouth on a teat comes to mind.... my fingers hold him, lift the limp cock to my mouth... and i kiss, suck, lap, love him almost hard.... then i hear his whimper and moan and my mouth fills with cum... i draw it all and hold it in my mouth... tongue washing it all around his cockhead, then pull away... his seed spilling over his groin and my fingers caress.....
i stand and get a towel, gently cleaing him... then kissing again..... we chat a while.... i dress, he pays, i leave.... texting You 'done' as i walk to the lift... there are people waiting, i feel flustered again, reading Your texts....
then home..... mission accomplished
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