The Threesome. Part Two: The Fun Part

1 08 2009

“Let’s find a bed.”

We didn’t need any more prompting to get us off the couch and to the futon in the basement. X wasted no time grabbing my hips and getting me on all fours. He bit and kissed my neck and told me he wanted to watch me go down on The Girlfriend while he fucked me. But I was scared, I’d never done more than some kissing and groping with another girl. Eating another girl out was a big step further from that. I shook my head and said I wasn’t quite ready. So she and I switched spots.

As X began to fuck her, she slid her fingers into me. They were so tiny but they still managed to find the right spot to get me squirming. She lowered her mouth and began sucking and toying with my clit. I looked up at X who was fucking her while watching me and a wave of arousal hit me hard. It was indescribably hot watching him fuck her while her head was buried between my legs and making me moan. After a while, we shifted and X started going down on her. I took that opportunity to slide myself under his body and get his hard cock in my mouth. It only took a few moment for them to shift my body enough so The Girlfriend could finger me.

We stayed in that triangle for a little, moaning and groaning and sucking and touching. But seeing as my pussy hadn’t had cock in it yet, it was time to fix that. X grabbed my hips and slid his inside me, telling me it was my turn to pleasure The Girlfriend. She was right in front of me, legs spread. And while X began thrusting into me, I dipped my head down to taste her. My tongue explored the new territory slowly. It was hard to fully concentrate on her pussy because X was doing a good job of making me squirm.

As my tongue continued to flick over her clit, I slowly pressed one finger into her. She moaned. I curled my finger up, mouth still on her, and she moaned again. I liked this. I began fucking her with my finger just so I could continue to hear her moan. X slowed his fucking to watch as I fingered his girlfriend to what sounded like a pretty nice orgasm. I think it was right there that I officially decided that I really liked pussy. I liked it almost as much as I liked cock.

And to be honest? This is where things break down a bit. My memory of the actual events of that night are very, very fuzzy and thus hamper my ability to write out a totally detailed and coherent story. So I’ll just do a general break down of the rest of the night.

X asked us if we wanted to fulfill one of his fantasies. So The Girlfriend rode him while I sat on his face. I don’t think X has ever eaten me out with that much enthusiasm. We switched spots and this is the part that was the most fun. The Girlfriend and I ended up cumming at the same time, holding on to each other and kissing, while X just groaned and kept pleasuring us. When we both came I seriously thought we might have fried something in X’s brain. I’m surprised he didn’t shoot his load right there.

We took a breather and X mentioned something about trying to get me to squirt. The Girlfriend was curious. So I told X to get a couple towels. While he ran upstairs she and I talked a bit. She ran her fingers over my nipples and told me she was surprised she liked my piercings as much as she did. We started kissing again, with her almost on top of me. I heard X come down the stairs and just stop. I opened my eyes slightly, just enough to see that he was standing there, mouth open, touching his dick while he watched us. The memory of that still makes me giggle.

Getting me to squirt failed epically. Because of the massive amounts of sex that had been had the day prior and that morning, I was so sore. We got on the towels on the floor, me on top. And X held me and started fucking me the exact way that can usually make me squirt buckets. I pulled off of him twice, thinking I was going to squirt, but nothing happened. I swear my gspot was bruised and refusing to cooperate. The Girlfriend was watching from the futon. And I felt bad I couldn’t put on a show. I usually can soak through towels and leave X’s whole torso and thighs covered. Not that night. But X didn’t seem fazed. He pulled my body flush against his and began fucking me hard and fast. He had so much force behind each thrust that my knees were lifted off the floor each time he slammed into me. I really couldn’t do much more than just let myself take it and scream out when a huge orgasm hit me. X told me later that The Girlfriend had found watching him fuck me like that extremely hot.

Since I got a good hard fucking, it was her turn. She got on all fours and X took her from behind. She really does have an amazing ass and I would have loved to take X’s place, just so I could grab her ass while I fucked her. It was indescribably hot to watch them have sex. If I wasn’t utterly worn out I would have gotten turned on all over again. The Girlfriend came hard and then X did too.

Afterwards, I climbed on the bed and cuddled with the both of them. X happened to get a craving for Steak n Shake so we went and got food. I was still smiling like an idiot from the afterglow of all the sex. The three of us went back to X’s and basically got ready for bed and passed out together on the futon.

Fastforward Fantasy

21 07 2009

We’d found her at some house party.

A lame affair with cheap beer and loud music. I’d pointed her out to you: A pretty redhead over on the couch. You smiled at me and squeezed my ass. You approved of my taste. When she first started talking to us I don’t think she would have ever expected that she would end up where she did by the end of the night…

Fast Forward

My one hand is on her head, fingers threaded tightly through red hair, forcing her to gag on your hard cock. My other hand grips her hip, pulling her down onto my strap-on, fucking her. At some point during the night she told us she wasn’t into girls, when we first propositioned her I think. But the way she rolls her hips and presses her ass back against me as my cock slides in and out of her tells a different story. I force her head forward and she struggles to moan and breath and gag all at once. I laugh and let go. She pulls back gasping for air, a thin line of saliva connecting her lips and your cock.

I grab her by the hair again but this time I pull her back towards me. I pull her back so she’s forced to bounce up and down on my strap-on. She’s forced to let you watch her tits bounce up and down as she shamelessly grinds down onto me. You lean forward and bite down hard on a nipple. She yells out a little. You bite again. This time she moans. Oh. That’s not from the biting. Your fingers are on her clit.

“Do you want to cum, slut?” I ask her, tugging sharply on her hair. She nods. I grin.

I push her down on all fours. You get behind me and tug on my nipples, playing with my piercings. Your lips are on my neck as I fuck hard and fast. I feel your hands on my hips, urging me to go deeper. And she’s gripping the bed sheets, moan after moan escaping her lips. I can tell she’s close because her knuckles are white. I reach around and flick at her clit. She orgasms loudly. I can feel your cock twitching against my back.

As soon as I pull out of her, you waste no time stripping my strap-on off of me. You press the head of your cock against my slick pussy and then slide in with one fast thrust. I gasp. The girl is watching us with half-lidded eyes, still riding on the waves of her orgasm. She reaches up to pull my head down and kiss me.

I can’t help but moan in her mouth as I feel your nails dig into my hips and your cock hit just the right spot inside me. Her fingers are on my nipples, toying with the barbells.

“Good girl,” I sigh against her lips. I can feel you fucking me harder and I’m getting so close to cumming…


I’m sitting on the couch next to her, reaching up to play with her hair.  You’re on the other side of her, fingers idly stroking her arm, her hip, her thigh. You lean forward a bit to whisper something in her ear. She shakes her head vehemently no. She tells you she’s not interested in women while she steals a nervous glance over at me, still shaking her head. You laugh a little and I look over at you. Our eyes meet and we smirk. I look back down at her, my finger tracing the curve of her neck.

“I bet we can change that.”

The Threesome. Part One: The Game

21 07 2009

I think we all were a bit nervous.

The Girlfriend and I had gone shopping earlier to ‘get to know each other.’ And frankly, we had. We didn’t discuss what we both knew was coming later. But we got along pretty well. X had been right when he told me before that she and I were similar. Once we ate dinner and hung out a bit, we decided to pull out the game that X had come across while reading some of The Couqitten’s posts.

Things started simple. Basic kisses and undressing. Tickling. But as the game progressed, the stakes got a bit higher.

I was nervous. I’m not going to pretend I wasn’t. And when the game told me to kiss her hard, remove her shirt and bra, and suck on her nipples? I almost backed out. I was scared. Knowing X was there and knowing he’d be turned on kept me from chickening out. So I kissed her. The feeling of kissing someone shorter than me was odd but not unpleasant. I didn’t stop kissing as I edged her shirt up higher and higher, until I had to break the kiss to get it over her head. I fumbled with her bra before she pointed out it was a front clasp.  Once off, I kissed down her neck, stopping to pull her nipple into my mouth.

The Girlfriend’s breasts are smaller than mine and perky. But for such a small frame, they’re a decent size. Her nipples are little and pink. I can’t lie, I loved the feel of them in my mouth. Running my teeth over them made her moan slightly. I was sad that I had to stop once they were hard. The game said I had to.

A few more turns and we were all undressed. I was wet and squirming. X was hard. The Girlfriend had to be just as turned on as me. I had just watched in slight envy as X fingered her to the brink of orgasm. Then stopped. I almost wanted to go over and slide my fingers into her and finish the job myself. But the game hadn’t told me to. So I didn’t. The game did tell her to pour chocolate sauce on my ass and lick it off. So we grabbed a towel and I got on all fours. X sat on the couch and watched his girlfriend dribble cold chocolate sauce on his mistress’s ass. I couldn’t help but giggle and squirm as I felt her hot tongue go to work on the chocolate. It tickled but turned me on at the same time. X says it was hot but I think he was amused that my ass is ticklish. Once we finished that, the game started getting even hotter.

Three times in a row X was told to finger me until I was highly aroused. It was torture. Once, I was facing him and I buried my face against his neck and he fucked me with his fingers. I squirmed and moaned and whined. And he stopped before I came. The second time, my hand was on his cock and my back was to him. He reached around to finger me again. I forgot about his cock as my eyes closed and I was forced to tell him to stop before I got close. I stood with my back to him, again, for the third time. I was a taut wire at that point. Push me just a little and I’d snap and cum hard. X rode that line and didn’t let me cum. Again. He later told me that The Girlfriend had watched his fingers slid in and out of my slick pussy all three times. Hearing that made me want her again.

The game then ordered her to tease X by sliding down onto him. I sat back against the couch as she eased her way down onto his cock. I could feel myself getting wetter by the second as he wrapped his arms around her body and thrust into her. She stopped him after a moment. And I was honestly disappointed. I found I liked watching them fuck. It made me hot. I could feel my arousal nearly dripping out of me. And it didnt help that the next task the game charged us with involved a lap dance.

I sat down in a kitchen chair and X put on ‘Animals’ by Nickleback and The Girlfriend began gyrating her ass in my crotch. It was honestly mesmerizing. I have no ass. I readily admit to that. But her ass? Clad in tight red panties? It was amazing.  I wanted to reach out and pull her onto my lap. I wanted to grab her by the hair and pull her head onto my shoulder so I could kiss and bite her neck, all the while letting her continue to grind her gorgeous ass against me. I wanted to grope her tits and pinch her nipples until I got her to moan out that she wanted more. And once she did, I wanted to wrap one arm around her stomach to pull her against me. And I wanted the other hand to dip below her panties and slid into her tight pussy. I wanted her to ride my fingers while she gave me the lap dance. I wanted to make her cum hard, hips moving to the beat of the music, as she fucked my fingers. Sadly, I had been told I wasn’t allowed to touch. So my hands stayed demurely on the side of the chair. Too bad.

To top the lap dance off. The game’s next turn had me bent over her lap while she fingered me. Her fingers were so tiny compared to X’s. Despite that disadvantage, it only took her a few minutes to have me moaning and squirming in pleasure. X lounged nearly in front of me. His cock was rock hard and obviously aching to be sucked. I hoped he’d move and fuck my mouth. But that was against the rules of the game. So he didn’t. He just sat and watched while his girlfriend brought my close to the edge of cumming.

I don’t remember if it was the next turn, or a few later, but The Girlfriend had been charged with sliding all the way onto X’s cock and was required to just sit there, grinding on him to tease him. I sat next to him on the couch. And once she began moaning, I couldn’t help it. I leaned over and broke the rules. I took one of her nipples into my mouth and teased it lightly. After I moment of that I moved to kiss her, then X. I felt The Girlfriend’s fingers on my nipple. And X’s hand on the curve of my ass.

“What do you say we forget this game?” X murmured as I turned to kiss The Girlfriend. I nodded in agreement as she added in, “Let’s find a bed.”

To Be Continued.

It might be about time to introduce The Girlfriend

11 07 2009

I really never thought I would get to this point.

X had just stopped in my hometown with the Girlfriend for dinner after doing some sort of weekendy thing together out near where I live. The dinner was Nice. Yes. Nice with a capital ‘N’. We got Italian food. And X and I settled pretty well into our usual routine of back and forth banter and making fun of each other. I felt a bit bad because we left The Girlfriend out of the conversation a bit. And I feel like a bad ‘hostess’ (yes. hostess. they were in my hometown. i felt responsible to make sure they enjoyed it. :P ) because I sorta knew we were leaving her out and I didn’t much care. I missed X too much and I was enjoying our back and forth conversation far too much.

X left to go to the restroom at some point and The Girlfriend and I exchanged casual conversation. And I admit. It was Awkward. Also with a capital ‘A’. I suppose I should explain why things were awkward.

For those of you late to the game or who don’t bother to read older posts: X and I have been having very regular, very amazing sex for over a year and a half now. I am his Mistress. (With a capital ‘M’) We had the conversation. She is The Girlfriend. I am The Mistress. It speaks either to my desperation or my apathy that I’m perfectly okay with this title. The Girlfriend only thinks X and I are friends. Friends who are uncommonly close, who’ve kissed a few times, and who had sex once. The episode last summer explains that bit. She hated me for a while. Not surprised. And I hated her for a long while. Almost as long as I’ve known X. But this past semester at school X asked me to give her a chance. He told me I was hating her unfairly. I still think she’s treated X shitty. And I still do not like some of the places she’s put him in. (maybe I’ll write a post about it someday) But just chalk it up to me being protective of my friends.

So basically. We’ve now met twice. We’re on semi-friendly, “Tell her I say hi!” terms. And I don’t hate her. My feeling about her are a bit mixed. But bottomline: she doesn’t know about X and I.

And this is where things get semi-fucked up. After they left I was texting with X. Out of the blue he tells me ‘The Girlfriend wants to know if you were wearing rings in your nipple piercings. she was checking out your boobs.’ Needless to say, I was A BIT taken aback. I mean. I did not expect that one. The conversation then progresses to guessing bra sizes. She got mine right the first time. I was totally off on hers. 34C for me and 32D for her. Though apparently mine are bigger according to X.

We started talking a bit about sextoys. And she asked if I had a strap-on. I said no. But I was hoping to get one to review (she knows I review sex toys. but she doesn’t know about my blog, really) and she mentioned that if she got to know me better she might be interested in testing it out with me.

X of course is overjoyed. It’s been a bit of a fantasy of his to watch his mistress fuck his girlfriend. So as of right now, when I go and visit X next week, some threesome-ish things might happen. And if they don’t. I’m pretty sure they’ll happen once school starts back up.

As fucked up as it is, I’m looking forward to it. The Girlfriend is cute. She’s not drop dead gorgeous or super sexy or anything. I think she’s about on the same level of attractiveness as me. Which isn’t bad at all. But I’m not gonna lie and pretend she looks like a supermodel. I sure as hell don’t. Haha. She looks like she has a really nice body though, nicer than mine. Which will make me a bit self-conscious about hooking up with her.

The whole thing is kind of a mind fuck for me. And in a very deliscious way. She’s the girlfriend. But if we had a threesome, I’d be the one with the power. Between the two of us, I know more simply by default. I don’t know. It’s just appealing to me. Plus, I love doing things that make X happy. And this is one of those things. I feel supremely dirty for being okay with it. I feel like my moral receptors have overloaded and died so I no longer feel a twinge when I do bad things like this. Part of my thinks that might be good though. Who knows. Maybe The Girlfriend will even get her own letter some day.

I fully expect to get reamed by some people for being okay with this. I expect people to warn me about the dangers of doing this. I know people will think I’m fucked up. Go ahead and comment. Let me know how you feel. But it’s not going to change how I feel about this or if I’m going to do it or not. Judge me all you want.


25 06 2009

X is cruel. This text conversation happened while I was at work…….

X: Hi there sexy.
Z: Hiya hun.
X: What’s up?
Z: At work. Bored.
X:  Aw…..would you rather be sucking my cock?
Z: Of course baby! ;)
X: Yay. :)
Z: I horny. :P
X: So? Whaat does my slave want me to do about that?
Z: I don’t know. You’re my Master. Whatever pleases you makes me happy.
X: What does my slave think would please her master?
Z: Letting Master fuck my mouth until you’re good and hard, then bending over and letting you fuck my ass? Would that please you, Sir?
X: Yes slave, it would. What else?
Z: Good. I love being a good slave and pleasing Master. And I said, I’ll do whatever makes you happy…..
X: What else do you think I would like, toy?
Z: I’m not your toy. Slave is different.
X: Slave, you will be what I want you to be.
Z: No.
X: Spank. What was that slave?
Z: I said no. I don’t have to listen to everything you say. Bite.
X: Smack. Yes you do slave. You will do what I tell you to.
Z: And if I don’t?
X: I would grab your shoulders and force you to your knees, shoving my cock all the way down your throat, not even pulling out when you gag.
Z: I don’t feel like being a good obedient slave today….I’d fight to pull away, maybe let my teeth press into you a little bit.
X:I would hold you there.
Z: I’d bite you.
X: I would pull you away and smack you hard.
Z: I wouldn’t like that. At all. I’d be on the verge of tears and slightly more obedient…..for a little.
X: I would bend you over and slide into you, making sure you were being good.
Z: I’d struggle a bit, just to make sure you knew I wasn’t happy about obeying.
X: I would wrap my fingers around your throat and squeeze just a little to let you know I am in control.
Z: I’d squeak in surprise, then I’d try to bite your arm. But I’d love being forced to obey. It’d get me so close to cumming…
X: I would fuck you hard and fast, then stop when you got close.
Z: I’d whine. And tell you to stop being mean and let me cum.
X: I would keep doing that, saying: why should I let you cum slave?
Z: I’d pout nd say in an innocent voice: Because I’m such a good slave, Sir.
Sitting in an office chair, dripping wet and unable to imagine anything except getting fucked, is NOT FUN. Pout.

Possession Fantasy

23 06 2009

My hand is threaded in your hair, pulling your head back, making you look at me.

“I don’t take brattiness from my toys,” I emphasis my point with a sharp tug on your hair. You’re kneeling between my legs as I sit on my bed, looking down at you. “Do you understand me?” You nods as best he can.

“Good. My toy is making up for being a little brat earlier and teasing me,” I can feel you visibly prickle at my possessive tone. You’ve wanted to be the dominant one today but I had other plans. I motion for you to get onto the bed and you tries to bend me over it. Bad life choice. My hand comes up and smacks you hard across the face, leaving a bright red mark. I take advantage of your momentary shock and restrain you.

I’m no longer feeling nice.

I drop myself down onto your cock and begin to ride you hard. My hand comes up and grabs you by the back of your head, forcing your face to press into my breasts. My hips move fast against yours, my pussy squeezing your cock. You’re gasping and I can tell you’re begining to get close.

I stop all movement and force you to look me in the eyes, “Who do you belong to?”


“Wrong answer. If you don’t get it right, I won’t let you cum.”

“I belong to my Mistress.”

“Wrong again……” I see the confusion written on your face. You’d thought you’d gotten it right that time.

I move my hips slowly, teasingly. “It was that pesky little possessive pronoun there that got you in trouble. You are my slave. MY toy. And my toys aren’t allowed to own anything. You are mine. And everything you consider yours is mine when you’re my slave.”

“I belong to Mistress…..” you trail off. I just smile and begin to fuck you again, this time filth spilling from my lips.

“You heard me right toy. I own you. And I own every little bit of you.” I bite down on your neck and you groan.

“I own your dirty mouth that loves to pleasure my pussy. I own your ass and I can fuck it whenever I like. I own this cock inside of me. It’s for making me cum. That’s your sole purpose in life: pleasing me. You. Are. My. Toy.”  My words have gotten you so close to the edge. But I’m far from being done playing with you.

So I stop. I stroke the side of your face. “You know how I know that I own you?” You’re panting from being so close. And at this point will tell me pigs can fly if only to get me to continue to fuck you. You shake your head no.

“You have a girlfriend. You want to marry her. But here you are. Your slutty cock buried deep inside me.” I grab you by the hair again, pressing you into my chest as I start fucking you again. “You can’t get enough of me. You can’t fucking stop. And you fucking love that I can do this to you.” I’m close to cumming now and I’m griding my clit hard against you. “I turn you into a begging little toy who’s only thought is how to please me so I’ll let you cum. How sad is that?”

I lose my train of thought momentarily as an orgasm rips through my body, leaving me gasping and moaning on top of him. Once I recover, I continue. Fucking you slowly now. Teasing you. Making you insane.

“I bet I could tell you to tie her up and bring her to me and you’d let me fuck her. You’d love for me to tie you to a chair and force you to watch as I fucked your precious little girlfriend with my strapon. It’d make you so hard knowing that I could make her scream. And she’d watch you. And see you obeying my every word. What would she think toy? Oh. I would enjoy showing her just how good of a slave you are to me….”

I speed up my fucking. And you’re nearly incoherent. My words have turned you into a begging mess and you keep pleading to let you cum.

“No. Now shut the fuck up toy. I never said you could speak.” You look at me wide eyed. I’ve never told you to shut up before. It distracts you for a second. Making you forget for a moment how bad you want to cum.

“I never said you had permission to speak. My dildos don’t speak to me and I don’t expect you to either. Once I’m done using you. Only then can you cum,” I twist your nipples hard and you wince in pain.

I fuck myself on your cock as though it’s just a dildo. It doesn’t take me long to cum again. And then again. I smile. Satisfied.

I lean over and bite your ear. “Ready to cum for me slave?” You nod.

“Good.” My pussy is soaking wet and you slide in and out so easily. After all the teasing you’ve been through it doesn’t take you long to get close to orgasm. I can tell and I lean down , pushing my tits in your face as I tell you to imagine how disgusted your girlfriend would be if she saw you like this. If she saw you with another woman allowing yourself to be treated as a glorified dildo. And a good dildo you are. You’re so very good at staying hard and not making any noise. Just like a real dildo.

My hips speed up and right as you hit the point of no return, I slide up far enough that your cock slips out of me. You cum all over your stomach. But the utter lack of friction as you went over the edge left the orgasm unsatisfying. You look at me and I can see the frustration in your eyes. You look mad.

I just laugh.

“You’re my toy. I said you could cum but I never said you were allowed to cum hard. Poor little slut. You’re going to need fucked again aren’t  you?” When you nod I just laugh again.

“Too bad I have better things to do.” I smirk, grab my robe and walk out of the room.

A Gangbang Fantasy by X

20 06 2009

X usually isn’t too verbal in telling me what he wants.

He prefers to let me do most of the talking. And when you have a lover who’s a sex blogger, it’s not a surprise. Not to sound arrogant, but I think to think I’m pretty good at writing about sex. But he’s been unusually verbal about what he wants and what he wants me to do the past few days. So when he offered to write me a ’short-story about you getting gangbanged,’ I couldn’t really say no. This is far too short for my liking, but hot nevertheless.

Well, just think about this:  You’d be at my apartment and I’d tell you I needed to run off to the store really fast to grab some stuff. I’d have some friends waiting outside, 5 other guys, all interested in fucking you. I’d walk out, and tell them to come in in 5 minutes. I’d walk back in and grab you, tying you up, so that you’re in the doggie position, on all fours, your ass pointing towards the door. And then I’d call them in, every one of them would strip naked, and one by one they would shove their cocks into your mouth, fucking your face hard as you gag on their meat. I’d be behind you, toying your ass with a dildo so it was nice and stretched out. They would finish with your mouth, and I would get under you, sliding my cock deep into your pussy as they decided who would fuck your tight ass first.You would have one in your ass, one in your pussy, and one in your mouth and we’d all thrust in and out, all cumming in all your holes at once, filling you up, before the others take our places. We would keep going, hard and fast until all of us had cum in your pussy and your ass.
I like him. :)

Dressing Room Fantasy

19 06 2009

It’s always nice to have a girl friend to go shopping with. A second opinion is always key.

It’s a nice perk to get to share dressing rooms.When the store is busy and all the rooms are full it’s nothing out of the ordinary for two friends to share a room. With a couple of pieces of clothing each, we step into the room. There’s been a bit of an unspoken and ongoing flirtation between us. I think you’re cute. Not sure what you think about me. But it’s not like that matters too much in my books. If I want you, I’ll have you.

I put those thoughts to the side as I slide out of my clothes and pull the dress over my head. Too big. You can see the pink of my bra clearly where the sides hang low. I glance over at you as you pull the shirt you just tried on off. I smirk to myself. The thoughts I tried to banish are rushing back.

I look at the other clothes I brought in with me and decide I don’t like them as much as before. I sit down on the stool in the corner and wait for you to finish. I’m getting antsy. That’s why I didn’t try on the rest of my clothes. I’m torn between what I want to do and what I know I shouldn’t. But the forbidden is oh so tempting.

While I’ve been musing to myself, you’ve tried on another dress and have turned to ask me what I think. I like it. A lot. And I tell you so. I stand up as you turn to look back in the mirror. You’re not paying attention to me as you examine the way the dress clings to you in just the right way. I’m glad you’re distracted, it makes making up my mind so much easier.

Quickly I clap my hand over your mouth and grab you by the hair from behind. I pull your head back onto my shoulder and ghost my lips across your ear.

“Be quiet,” I order and you glare at me. I feel your tongue against my palm, and teeth, trying to get my hand off your mouth. Sorry. I dont’ bend that easily. I bite down on your neck, then kiss the spot gentle. The more I kiss your neck , the more I feel you relax. Your breath is hot against my hand and I hear a muffled squeak as I lightly bite your earlobe, sucking it into my mouth.

“You going to be quiet now?” I say gruffly, voice just barely above the din of the dressing room. You nod and I release your mouth. My hand is still tangled in your hair but now that the other is free, I let it wander.

Your body is pressed against me as my hands explore. My eyes meet yours briefly in the mirror and I smirk at your confused yet aroused expression. I cup your breast, tweaking the nipple lightly through your clothing. That elicits a moan that sends heat shooting between my legs. I pinch harder and the moan that I get in response is loud enough for me to remind you that there are people all around us.  You swallow loudly and nod. You don’t want to get caught.

My hand trails lower and I meet your eyes in the mirror. They’re wide, unsure of how far I want to take this.  Though it only takes moments for you to figure out my intentions as my hand unabashidly slides into your underwear to find you soaking wet.

“Turned on much?” I chuckle, running my tongue along the shell of your ear. You just nod. I’m not sure why you’re cooperating so well. I expected more fight. But considering I think you’re shell-shocked by the audacity I have teasing you like this in a public dressing room, your complacentness isn’t too surprising.

My fingers find your hard clit and rub over it lightly. You gasp and then bite your lip, your eyes drifting closed. The thrill of being almost in public makes your hips squirm and press back against me. I’m soaking wet but I don’t care. I’m enthralled by watching you in the mirror as my fingers tease you. I take it one step further and slide a single finger into you. Your mouth forms an ‘o’ and your hips begin to lightly ride my finger. My thumb caresses your clit and I feel your knees weaken as you let some of your weight rest on me.

I curl my finger inside you, hitting a spot that makes you want to moan. But with a harsh bite to your ear I remind you of the people laughing and talking on the other side of the flimsy dressing room walls. I speed up, intent on making you cum right here in this dressing room. You shake your head, knowing what I want. You’re embarrassed by the fact that you’re so turned on. Only a few more minutes and you gasp loudly and I feel your pussy contract around my fingers.

I withdraw my finger and wipe it on my pants as I turn you around. I kiss you hard and long, enjoying the feel of your body against mine. I let you go and tell you to get dressed. We have more shopping to do.

Video Games and Gangbangs

19 06 2009

How to turn a conversation about video games into a conversation about gangbangs:

X: I’m shooting terrorists
Z: fun! what game?
X: indeed! rainbow 6 vegas 2
Z: fun!  oh! i told you we have my brother’s xbox and his copy of left4dead and all his 360games for this year right? lol
X: I know. I’m bringing this too
Z: yay! is it fun?
X: AMAZING! you’ll suck at it though. lol
Z: why?!?!?!?!
X: because it takes some actual thought.  not just shooting randomly
Z: i can do that!!!!!
X: it’s really complicated
Z: hmph. i am insulted by your insinuation that i can’t do complicated video games. i played RPGs my whole childhood! those are complicated!
X: lol. this isn’t RPG complicated
X: this is “oh god there are 14 guys shooting me at once” complicated
X: then again,  you’re a whore
X: you’re used to that ;)
Z: hahahaha. true. i mean, i think i’d be okay with taking on 14 guys at once.
X: I’d be impressed
Z: why is that?
X: if you took on 14 guys? you would be REALLY fucking sore
Z: mmm. but it’d be really fucking fun!
X: lol oh?  you should put up flyers “looking for extras in a gangbang experiment”
Z: hahahahaha. you’d enjoy watching me get gangbanged. lol.
X: I would. I’d film it for you
Z: hehe. why? you wouldn’t want to participate?
X: lol, I’d be the first guy to dump his load in your pussy. the first of many. ;)
X: and then maybe we could find a girl who would be willing to eat it out of you
Z: hehehe. fun! i’d make you take me to get plan B as soon as it was over. fyi. haha
X: lol why is that?
Z: that much cum in my pussy? not sure i’d trust my birthcontrol with mass amounts of sperm
X: you’d love it though
Z: why do you think that? haha
X: you would love the thought that you had just had 14 guys dump load after load of cum deep in your pussy
Z: mmmm. true.

And this is why X is my best friend. Hahahahaha.

Girl Fantasy

1 06 2009

I wrote this fantasy for X over Christmas break and I thought it was fun so I’d post it.

To begin, I can’t get that girl off my mind. The one who hit on me. The one who I think we’d have SO much fun playing with. She was hot. She was tiny, so, so tiny but with a tight, toned body that I’d kill to see naked. I can’t stop thinking about pressing her against a wall and letting my hands roam her body as I kiss her. In my daydreams, we’d keep kissing but it would get harder and needier as we got more and more turned on.

Our hips would be grinding, seeking friction to ease the heat pooling in our stomachs. And you’d be nearby, watching us. Your cock would get so hard as we kissed, and you’d know all that I would let you do is watch. Though the promise of joining us another time wouldn’t be out of the question. You’d watch in pleasant agony as my hand slid slowly up her thigh only to disappear beneath her skirt. (She always has a skirt on in my fantasies because she was wearing an adorable, pleated, plaid school girl skirt that night.) You’d only be able to imagine what my fingers were doing to her under her skirt. Her moans and gasps and the way her kisses got breathier would be your only clues as to whether my fingers were gliding lightly over her hard, little clit or thrusting and curling inside her.

But then I’d be nice. I’d lift her skirt up as I dropped to my knees and I’d let you get a good veiw as I tasted her. You’d watch, stroking your hard, thick cock, as my tounge flickered over her clit, as I teased her and took joy in making her knees weak and her breath catch in her throat. I’d only stop after I made her cum, riding my fingers and griding her clit against my tounge until she couldn’t take anymore. At least at that point.

After watching me make her cum, you’d be so close to the edge yourself. You’d be thrusting into your hand wishing to the gods that it could be one of our mouths or pussies.

Despite telling you that you were just there to watch, she and I would break the rules. We’d cuff your hands behind your back and go to work on your cock. The sight of two heads of two gorgeous girls competing and working together to suck your cock would make you weak. But you’d be so hard for us. I’d take you in my mouth and as deep down my throat as I could. And then she’d take a turn to do the same. It wouldn’t take long for you to cum. You’d explode in my mouth and I’d swallow every drop while she kissed and licked whatever part of you I could not. We’d kiss and I’d share your flavor with her. But soon you’d be forgotten and she’d be on top of me and you’d feel your cock starting to get hard again……..