|
|
|
|
What I Like About anal Sex
|
Posted:Jul 25, 2014 2:08 pm
Last Updated:Jul 25, 2014 5:34 pm
4593 Views
|
The time leading up to him doing the in-out is such a mind fuck. The talking about it. Hearing him tell me that once this goes any further, I will be his and my fate will be sealed to be his submissive slut forever. There's no way I could ever be seen as anything else.
Lovely.
-Leslie
|
|
|
0
Comments
|
|
Spit Roast
|
Posted:Jul 25, 2014 1:41 pm
Last Updated:May 7, 2015 6:42 am
4756 Views
|
If you are wondering what a "Spit Roast" is.
Here is a visual for you!
-Leslie
ps: And yes, I'll volunteer!
|
|
|
3
Comments
|
|
DP Anal...Oh My (A Recurring Dream)
|
Posted:Jul 25, 2014 12:48 pm
Last Updated:Oct 13, 2014 8:22 pm
3716 Views
|
I was uncommonly browsing a site today where many of the pics and vids were categorized. A little hardcore here, blowjobs there, GB's everywhere.
The category the put visions in my head for the longest time was the DP Anal category.
A few hours of sleep was lost trying to recreate the scenarios in my head.
A continuous replay was this....
My face is impaled on a mans cock while he in on his back. I garner few moans from him from him while I gently rock back and forth through no efforts of my own. The man behind me with his member buried between my other cheeks is providing the motion.
"Ok Leslie, he says through labored breath, "You are getting looser than I want back here. Lets make you really tight again."
"What does he mean by that?" I wonder through my blissful haze.
He pulls out, slaps my ass, and says to "Scoot up!"
Good thing I had some self control sucking away or Mr. Tasty Cock would have been a few inches shorter.
I leave behind the glistening meal and scootch up the owners body and was stopped with my bottom over the cock I left behind.
"Now sit, Leslie. We have something for you." I quickly impale myself on him getting another moan from my man. They are both about the same size so I suppose I was relaxed enough to go so fast.
I begin rocking a little before I was told to stop. I am still a little confused as to what is going on. I was expecting the man behind me to move around and use my mouth a little more.
"Lay forward, Leslie dear, we are going to get you a little tighter like I said."
What the fuck! I think they intend to, maybe? what? get both cocks in my ass at the same time?
My heartbeat jumped a few beats and accelerated matching the racing thoughts in my head. Like a thunderbolt, I understood the gravity of his earlier comment. "...make you tight again."
I was without words and all I can do is to stare in disbelief at the grinning face below me. I lean forward and whisper, "Thank you" before resting my head on his shoulder.
I felt him beginning to apply pressure to the impossibly small crevice that must be overcome. Ever so gently, gently, gently. Moments later, the bulb of his cock slips in and he holds it there. A primal moan escapes my red lips of which I am not sure of it's origin. For how long he held it, I don't know.
My mind was awash in thoughts to discontented to decipher what to feel emotionally other than, "Oh shit! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! %&&#$! It's happening! Oooohhh! %*##%!!!"
The next feeling was one of increasing fullness from deep inside me while his weigh rested on my sweaty cheeks.
The former impossible thought of having 2 cocks in by ass was almost too much to bear. They were in there, at the same time, together. Ooh!
To live for the moment to be nothing more than a toy for their pleasure was overwhelming but would push that further when they began to lovingly slide in and out. They did this for me as well as a task to say they had done for themselves. That motion began to reenergize and engorge their cocks stretching my hole ever so slightly further.
Their lustful instincts began to take over and the groove was just beginning.
================
Whew! Right? I hope that there is someone close enough to me who would want to take these words and put them into action. I would surely be much obliged!
Write me with your thoughts.
Leslie
|
|
|
0
Comments
|
|
Reasons to Get with a Sissy
|
Posted:Mar 13, 2014 11:52 am
Last Updated:Apr 11, 2014 2:45 pm
5608 Views
|
Reasons to get with a CD/Sissy
1. We can dress like Whores.
2. We are easy.
3. We know how to work a cock.
4. We do what your GF won't.
5. We never turn down anal.
6. We like the taste of cum.
7. "No" means "Yes"
8. We know our place.
9. You don't have to ask twice.
10. We are never tired for sex.
11. People expect certain things from us
12. Everyone knows our desires
13. We obey orders
14. Will accept being demoted to a sexual object
15. Can be pimped out
If you have suggestions for any more, please let me know.
|
|
|
1
comment
|
|
"Wish i Was Here!"
|
Posted:Dec 1, 2013 9:54 pm
Last Updated:May 22, 2024 8:26 pm
6114 Views
|
I saw a picture and though "I wish I was there."
|
|
|
0
Comments
|
|
This is a Frogtie!
|
Posted:Nov 20, 2013 12:15 pm
Last Updated:May 22, 2024 8:26 pm
6174 Views
|
There are 2 parts:
1. Ankles pulled and restrained against it's own thigh
2. Wrists pulled up and restrained against it's own upper arm.
Frogtie  
|
|
|
0
Comments
|
|
an excerpt from anothers experience in a theater...
|
Posted:Jul 17, 2013 9:57 pm
Last Updated:Jan 9, 2014 9:03 pm
7407 Views
|
"As I lifted my head off my masters cock to suck on his balls again I noticed about 10 guys standing around with their cocks out. The first guy asked my master if it was ok and when he nodded yes the guys positioned them selves to make sure both holes were busy." - TVslut4use
Personally, I don't necessarily need to be in a situation where 10 guys are standing around. 2-3 to start would be just fine by me.
|
|
|
0
Comments
, 1 Pending
|
|
A Walk after a Busted Date part 2 OR My First Day as a part 2
|
Posted:Jun 12, 2013 11:55 am
Last Updated:May 25, 2014 10:58 pm
7969 Views
|
Toot-toot!
Crap that scared me! I wasn't expecting anyone to try to pick me up again. I thought it would have been a fluke. A one-off earlier with the and the handjob. Really?
Again? I can't say that I'm not flattered. I was, really. Gathering my nerves before turning to see who my next suitor was, I slowly turned without my legs shaking so much this time. Whomever was in the car, they would see me as fairly confident walking the street.
Leaning on the passenger door of the Lincoln gave me a view of a middle aged man with a pleasant smile and good looks. Kinda like Harrison Ford's brother during his younger years. Made me look for a whip and a pistol for a moment there. He snapped me out of my revelrie with a smooth radio like voice, "Hello Dear. I have a proposition for you." I'm nodding. "Come with me for a little while and I will make sure you get cab fare back here after, uhh, we, um, chat a little bit."
Ok. If he was a cop, would he make such a vague offer? I'm thinkin' no. Not really. We would just be chatting. Nothing a judge would say for that.
I stand up and before I know it, I'm sitting in yet another passenger seat. I must have surprised him, who I will call Ford for my own sake for now, because he just sat there for a moment looking at me and said, "Well. Come in. Have a seat." I just turned and smiled.
Softly saying to him, "You know I'm a little special, right?" Thinking that I'm not a GG.
"Absolutely. I was hoping to find someone like you. I was at this club a little earlier and didn't find anyone to come with me. And there you were strolling back in the directione I just left. My lucky day."
"Yes it is. For both of us. My feet would be killing me if I had to walk that far. I glad you picked me up too."
"Right. We are going to have fun," he said with a little more emphasis on we. It sounded like he was going to make sure that it just wasn't him who got all the pleasure. He's going to make sure I'm satisfied too. Cool. He must be the type of guy who gets a thrill knowing that he could make his partner get off just like himself. I think I'm going to like this guy. After a short drive the the Clock Tower Inn and a little chit chat along the way, I found out he was from Madison, wI just up the proverbial street. A small divisional convention was going on for some of the management and he decided to stay here instead of doing a two hour round trip.
While walking to the room, he put his hand around my waist and would occationally lower his hand to sweep my ass and give it a little squeeze. He was making me feel really comfortable and excited at the same time.
As We entered the Suite, a cool blast of airconditioning carried with it the smell of aftershave, chinese, and that hotel odor that seems to be the same worlwide. What's up with that? The second item made my heart stop. There were voices. More than one too. I looked at "Ford" and he must have read my shocked and confused face after hearing a man call out, "Did you get the , Bill?" And the man who said it stepped out of the bathroom and paused, harshly. He looked at me like the man did earlier and I was about to bolt. Bill steadied me and gave me a wink and outhed, "Wait here."
I could hear Bill and the other man discussing the situation. Some of the parts were "Bucket list...feels the..guy..so what..who's gonna..so..but I.." and not too much else. The door was open and if it wasn't for the shower running, i could hear better. Aah. That's better. The shower's shut off. "So it's settled. One round then let's see. Deal?" "Deal."
Wait. Who shut the shower off?
Bill came out followed by mr Gruff. "Ok Leslie. Here's the deal. I promised my friend a little sex if his quota was made for this quarter and he earned it. I found you and I have been with a "Special" girl like you and I have found out that, well, you know how to please a man differently than what is expected. Jimmy hasn't had the experience yet so you get to prove me right, ok?"
How could I say no to that. It was a challenge of sorts and one I was up for taking. I just looked into Jimmy's eyes for a moment then quickly averted them down as not to make it look like I was challenging him in any sort of way. Maybe if I act more submissive he would like the control and dominance he is feeling and not feel so odd that I would soon be the instrument of his pleasure.
"Leslie, Go have a seat on the edge of the bed, please. Jimmy Will be along shortly."
I entered the room and quickly made it to a mirror to freshen up my looks. "Not bad for your first day of whoring, Leslie," I said to the reflection in the mirror after giving it a wink.
The moment I sat on the bed, the lights went out and the silouette of Jimmy was in the door. He approached me and my eyes adjusted to the dark just in enough time to see him standing right in front of me, hands on hips, legs spread, and staring down at me.
"Well . Show me what you can do."
It was all I needed to go into action. I pulled his belt completely out of the loops a little slower than necessary. Gonna make him wait a few moments more for it. I stroked his thighs and reached around to grab his manly ass and pull him to my face. This'll show him. I'm just going to nibble his cock through his pants and make him build up his anticipation again. HA! Oh my! Oops. I crotch is all wet from my mouth.
"Aww c'mon' he groaned.
Yeah, ok. I loosened his button, undid the zipper and heard it like the announcing of the coming prince. And there it was. He was going without any drawers and it nearly whapped me in the eye when it fell out. It was kinda long but skinny at the same time.
The pants were in the corner in about two seconds with a quick sling of his foot. He problably does that at home and his wife or GF no doubt bitches about it too.
A nice drop of precum was forming on the tip of his cock waiting for me to lick it off. So do I go at it slowly or give him a little jolt right off? I open my mouth and enclose the head in my red lips and hold tightly while I tounge fuck his pee hole. Yes! I got him to shiver and give a good moan right off the bat! Yay! I keep stabbing at his hole savoring the sounds he is making and that initial sweet juice. One more step. I reach around with one hand to his ass, grasp his balls with the other and quickly as I can, since he has a skinny cock, push, pull, and shove his cock as far in as it could go smashing my nose against his pubes. My tounge sticks out to lick his clean balls that are being massaged by my hand.
"Oh you fuckin' bitch! What the fuck! Damn! Unngh!" said on quivering knees and in an unsteady voice.
"What's up Jimmy?" said Bill peering into the darkened room.
"You were right, fucker. I have not had what the fuck is done to me before. Ungh. I like!" said just before I pulled away to get some air. He may have been skinny but my air supply was still cut off.
I stood up and rotated him around to the bed. Made him sit down and scoot up so he was laying completely on the bed. Off came the socks and the rest of his clothes. It didn't seem like he had any more doubts about my abilities.
I can say one thing for him. He tasted great and was not a quick cummer. It must have been too long to wait for him to cum and Bill was getting impatient for I felt a hand pawing at my ass and stroking across my bud. There was a little surprise at this but not entirely unexpected. The crinkle of a condom was heard, some lube was rubbed around my hole, then and my waist was grasped with two hands.
Any second now. It's coming. Ahh, there it is.
The cool tip of his cock resting against me. The pressure is slowly building and not letting up. Bill was right. He was going to make this nice for the both of us. The pressure continued to build and then, POP! The head went in and was held there again while I became accustomed to it. Slowly pushed until I could feel his pubes tickling my fanny. That was a good time to let out a soft wimpering womans moan like i feel right then. Women get fucked and I was getting fucked in two ways at the same time.
Maybe it was time or maybe it was the sight of someone fucking me but Jimmy was starting to breath shallow and everything was going stiff. i took a deep breath and pushed myself down onto him again and the motion of Bill fucking me was all it took. Jimmy was being made a happy man. Alot of his cum went straight down my gullet but enough leaked around into my mouth to know that Jimmy has a sweet tooth. His cum was sweet! Yummy! I held him in my throat as long as I could before I pulled out for air. I made sure to clean him up the best I could.
It took a few moment for Jimmy to gather his senses and scoot away silently from the bed only to be replaced by BILL? Bill? WTF? Who's that behind me fucking me in such a delicious way?
I turned around and he just said, "Hi." Waved and proceeded to pound me for all it's worth. "Nice and tight. I like you."
"Uh, thanks," in a wavering squeaky voice.
By this time Bill was on his knees in front of me and said, "I'll have what he had, pointing to Jimmy.
Just as I started on Bill, Mr Behind pulled me in real tight and let me feel his pulsating cock release his load into the condom. He must have like me too showing it in such a manly manner for he gave me a hard slap on the ass and said, "Good Girl!" which made me feel good inside re-energizing the butterflies from before.
Bill pulled away and he said, "On your back Honey pot."
So I did and he scootched me up to the edge of the bed where my head was just hanging over the edge.
"Open please." (Like he really had to say please) There was this immediate and unexpected gush of cum going into my mouth giving me a little choke and a cough. I could see the bubble form over my mouthin the pale light. Mr Behind dumped the contents of his condom into my cum hole and it was still warm too! Not as hot when fresh from the tap but warm enough. What a mouthful it was. It was sweet too. Note to self, Ask what these guys had for dinner. I didn't have time to think about it too much. Bill was shoving his cock into my throat and was just at the right angle to throat fuck me.
He was a little bigger than Jimmey and about as long. I was practiced already so he was able to get it in balls deep in a few tries.
He pulled my legs up to his shoulder I think to get something better to hold onto and Jimmy or Mr Behind was playing with my bud again. A little lube rubbed in and there was that familiar sound and feeling again. Wow, He recovered quick. Which he it was. Didn't really matter. The pressure continued while I focused on Bill fucking my throat. He ws good. The right angle was kept and the motion steady. Hmmmm!
Something wasn't right. The pressure on my hole was greater than ever before and it felt like, I dunno, wasn't mr behind or skinny Jimmy. Pop! A big Pop! I managed to let out a gutteral groan during the moment Bill was out of my throat (but not out of my mouth.) I couldn't see a thing since Bill's balls were slapping me in the forehead and I knew it had to be another person. His cock was definately bigger than either of the ones from before.
I hear Bill say,"Leslie? Meet David. David? Leslie." "We let him go last since he has the biggest cock and that way each one of us would have the pleasure of stretching you out just a little more. Nice, huh?"
I just felt my eyes watering up from a combination of joy, pleasure, and a reduced gag reflex and the exuberance of it all.
Later...
The cab just let me out by the club about 1:30 am with a sore jaw, a sore ass, sore nees, and Bill's number to call him when I get back to Madison. Oh yeah, and a few extra bills in my purse. I don't really care how much it was because anything would be enought to validate me as a like i was tonight.
Aw crap. The cab let me out right at the club now I have to walk to the the van down the street. I'm feelin' good and the night air relaxes me enough to put a sway in my step.
"Excuse me? Miss?" came the voice. "You're looking very inviting tonight"
It came from behind me and as I turned quickly, completely startled by the suddeness, saw a pairof men hands up saying, "Whoa!" at the same time.
"Oh. I'm sorry. Shit. I am usually aware of what going on around me. I didn't mean to scare you like that." I should have been aware. The traffic was a little heavier at this time because the crowds were letting out of the bars downtown. These must be some of the guys who struck out and are looking for one last chance for anything and i was it.
"Inviting, huh?" I said in a sexy voice. "Inviting for what?"
"Funny you should ask. We were hoping to be going home with someone tonight and, well" hesitantly.
I chirped in and said, "Ya struck out and here I am. your last resort?"
"Well yeah. You know. It's just one of those nights. We never go home alone, usually." said with all of the bravado the other guy could muster.
I stood there for a moment thinking back to all the activity so far today and I blurt out to say, "What did you have in mind?"
|
|
|
0
Comments
, 1 Pending
|
|
The Walk after a Busted Date or My First Job as a story
|
Posted:Jun 12, 2013 11:53 am
Last Updated:Nov 1, 2013 6:30 pm
6206 Views
|
The Walk after the Busted Date, Part 1 of _?
It was a Friday evening about eight just before the sun was about to set on a pleasantly cool evening. The brisk air kept me comfortable since my body was a little warm from being nervous with the coming scenario. I was going to meet Phil, my date, as a . We have been planning on this for a few weeks and our schedules finally matched enough to make it happen.
The club I was going to served a very eclectic clientele and right now, there were free line dancing lessons with the 70's top 40 songs. The Village People, to Sat Night Fever, Abba, and the Bee Gees were some of the groups. No doubt, some of the folks in there were just like me. A CD Milf on the prowel and were most likely going to get their prey. But crap, did the place have to be so popular? The nearest parking was 2 blocks East of the club. Not so bad though, I guess. After checking in the mirror to check and apply a dab of my red "fuck me" lipstick and any stray hairs on my head, I left the van and proceeded to the club.
"Relax," I said to myself. "Get loose, elbows in, knees in, sway the hips a little." Something must have been right enough to elicit a short "Toot-toot" of a car horn as it passed me by. It startled me a little but only after I realized why, the first butterflies of the day took off. They honked at me for my looks. To get my attention. Cool!
I slowed my walk down a little to see if I would get another before I made it to the club. I was walking with the traffic so they could only see me from behind. Sure enough there were more than a few toots get feed my ego. I wondered, "How many know what I am like under these clothes? I had on 3 inch black boots, fishnet stockings that were attached to garters under a black mini-skirt. The 3-4 length sleeve blouse had fishnet arm warmers as well as my 'net chemise was the same net as everything else. Black and white all around. I really did feel slutty and must have looked like a hookers that frequented this city. To be desired for sex in such a way, like an instrument to get off on, is a feeling that no other activity could muster. Kinda like when I'm in bondage and I couldn't do anything but take it like he wants me to. But here, it's alittle different. I'm meat just the same but literally, now just a tool.
Hey. Was that the same car that honked at me 5 minutes ago?
Not too many folks were out in this are since it was mostly an office like district during the day so I was a little nervous about the man approaching me slowly in front of me. He paused about twenty feet away. He looked at me up and down. I managed a smile. He frowned and turned and walked away. I began to feel unwanted and ugly. Cold and alone. I hated that feeling. I was rejected like that before. They were expecting someone like Christy Brinkley with a little extra in the skirt and even though they get a pic of me before.... Grrrr! I pisses me off thinking about it.
Deep breath. Walk to the club. Easy. Easy. I think it must have parked 3-4 blocks away instead. Ah well. Another block to go.
"Toot-toot." Startled me out of my wandering thoughts. I looked over and there was that same car again. I'm sure of it. It pulled up next to me matching my pace and I heard, "Hey Sweetie. You wanna take a ride with me?"
"Who me?" I said increduously.
"Yeah you. You're the only sweetness I see walking out here. Just a sec." he called out as he pulled into an access alley in front of me.
There he was. Blocking my way to my destination with my date waiting for me. Sure. Why not. See what he has to "Offer" and say I have an "appointment" with a in a few minutes to get rid of him. Cool thing to do! I'm bein' the I am goin' to play later. Except this wasn't play. This guy was for real. Deep breath.
I leaned onto the passenger window sill and looked at a cute younger guy who seemd a little nervous. Problably just as much as me. Good thing I was on the other side of the door so he couldn't see that my legs were visibly shaking.
"I need some directions. I need to get off at the I-69 highway and wandering if you could give me a hand? he said confidently emphasizing "Hand." Apparently he has done this before with the smooth way it came out.
I stammered out something about my appointment and that I may be around later. He just smiled at me as he pulled away down the alley onto the other street. That made me feel a little better than a few minutes ago when the other guy did his thing. Is this the way a street girl feels? The ups and downs of the customer rejecting or accepting you? I'm guessing it is.
Thirty minutes later after finishing my favorite shot, a lime gimlet, (A quarter lime juice and three quarters gin) I was still waiting for my date to show up. I must have looked interesting enough for a few guys would come up to the little table I was sitting at and ask if I would dance with them. I hate to see a guy's body just collapse a little like that when they get a "No" as polite as it was.
Another ten minutes later I beging to feel a little self-conscious. Nobody else came up to me. My date didn't show. A thousand thoughts went through my head. Was he like the guy on the street who just shook his head and walked away. A little lump formed in my throat and before I get all worked up about it, I headed to the door to go outside for a little fresh air.
"Ahh. I needed that. Freedom from the thoughts, the sights and sounds of the club, and a lungful of crisp air." I thought as I aimlessly wandered along the sidewalk. It must have been aimless because it was in the opposite direction from where I parked.
"Toot-toot!" said the car next to me as it interrupted my wanderings the another familiar voice said, "Your appointment over?"
It was the young man from before. He pushed the passenger door open for me and I heasitated. Frozen in time knowing exactly what this man wanted.
"Well? Get in."
I did exactly that and after a few minutes of silence while driving down the street, he turned into a side street and to the back delivery area where no one can be seen from the street. My heart was aflutter and my mind was racing to keep up.
The next thing I heard from him was, "Can you give me hand with directions. I think I'm a little lost." He peered at his crotch the right into my eyes then moved his seat back to give me the proper room to do what he, I think he wanted.
It isn't like this is the first time I have done this. Just this time, this guy think's I'm a . A real one for sure! I better do what he suggests. I've heard stories of girls getting beat up for not going along and I don't have a for protection either.
I unzipped his pants, and started to pull his cock out, which was actually pretty difficult because his cock was already hard and wouldn't bend much. As I was trying to work it out, he was responding by getting even harder. There...push his trousers down...to the side a little...watch the zipper!.. bend...ahhh, success!
I finally got his cock out and started gently stroking him off. I was really trying to focus on the head of his cock, which was obviously extremely sensitive since a passing dry rub would make him jump. I deftly worked a bit of spit in my hand and used that for lubrication. Must have worked since his cock definitely kept getting harder as I played with it and worked on it, and I soon found myself wanting really badly to lean over and see what that big hard rod would feel like to suck on, and to have him cum really hard in my mouth. He just wanted a hand job so a hand job he will get, by golly!
He was leaking a lot (a lot) of pre-cum on my hands, and was definitely ready to cum. No more saliva was needed for this bad boy but I wanted him to get his moneys worth and so I slowed down to make it last. His ideas were different than mine! His hips started pushing and he got moaning loudly like a volcano's rumble before the eruption. His eyes were occasionally closing while I hept mine open staring at his rock solid hard meat in my hands. His hips were starting to push back and forth as he literally began to fuck my hands. I wanted so badly to suck on his super hard cock so I was trying not to let him cum while I was deciding what to do.
I realized we haven't said anything since we stared. I managed to blurt out just one thing, "Yeah Baby. Cum for me!" in my best fem sexy voice I can muster.
Not sure if that was the trigger but his cock let loose a gob of pre-cum over the back of my hands. At that very instant, I made a decision. I squeezed one hand tightly on Jim's thick cock shaft and lightly grabbed his cock head with my other hand and started pumping really fast. He rolled flat on his back and started raising his hips off the seat as he got ready to cum.
I had also just made the decision to wrap my mouth around his huge cock and suck every drop of his load out but it was already too late. The very instant I started moving closer to his cock so I could suck him off, he blew the biggest load of cum that I had ever seen. There were cum spots on the car window (really!), the car door (I had at least some thought to not let him cum all over himself) there was cum running on my hands as I kept pumping, and by the time I managed to get his huge cock head into the my mouth, only a very few remaining slurps of cum continued to ooze out of his gorgeous big cock, which felt warm, huge, hard, with tasty goodness throughout flowing throughout my mouth. I sucked on him and played with him between my lips for a few more minutes before I went back to sit in my seat.
He let out a long and moaning sigh before he said, "That was fucking awesome. But dammit. I'm gonna have to was the lipstick off of my cock before I go home. The cum on the doorI can wipe off easy enough. Bu the lipstick is going to take some work. Get out of the car now and take our fucking money before I think about it too much and get mad!" He threw a couple of twenties at me and I didn't hesitate to exit like a tree, and leaf!
As I was walking back in the direction of the club, about a dozen blocks away by now, I was thinking, "Yeah, his girlfriend or wife would be pissed if lipstick would be found on his dick. Gotta to remember to do only what the guy asks next time." Then I cought myself! "Did I say next time?" I did have fourty bucks to my name and a nice aftertaste of a hard cock. Hmmm.
It wasn't long until I heard it again... "Toot-toot!"
Leslie
|
|
|
0
Comments
|
|
Would it be considered Dogging if....
|
Posted:May 19, 2013 12:05 am
Last Updated:Nov 4, 2013 10:10 am
6557 Views
|
Say I wore what was on my profile picture, (Well, something a little more street worthy) down a major street in a medium sized city. I get picked up and we get it on for a while.
No money exchanged, just fun.
Would it be considered dogging?
Issue is, would the police see it the same way?
|
|
|
1
comment
|
|
The Gang's All Here for a Reluctant CD
|
Posted:Apr 13, 2013 1:25 am
Last Updated:Nov 6, 2014 4:33 pm
6127 Views
|
I was at the office and I guess I must have been a little quiet because I scared my coworker, David in the next cubicle to death, almost. Sometimes I take off my shoes and work in my socks and when I stood behind him and cleared my throat, I wasn't sure if he was going to hit me, shout, sit dumbfounded, or be incredulous about it.
He was looking at some rather hardcore porn where a few guys were makin' a girl airtight while she was tied up. I guess I was looking a little too interested myself. This gave him an opportunity to save face about what he was looking at.
"You like?" he said confidently, but not too loud. Coworkers.
"Yeah. Sure. I bet she is having a great time being able to take care of all those guys," I said calmly.
He goes on and says, "Really? You know, most guys I know would say that they would love to fuck a slut like that. Not look at it from her viewpoint. You gay or somethin?"
"What the... no... not gay. Just sayin', you know... uh. Nevermind." I said nervously.
He whispered, "You would really want to be her, wouldn't you?"
"I got work to do. Here's your paperwork. The boss wants it by the end of the day," I said matter of factly.
"Oh crap!" I thought. "What the fuck did I just say? Did I really want to be her? I think. Maybe. I've dreamt about it sure enough. Bah. Just porn."
A few weeks later, my coworker tells me that there is a slut who wants to have a pair of guys take her, "You know, like the slut in the porn you saw a while back. Airtignt, remember? You in?"
I was a little flabbergasted and kinda honored he would think about me for the other guy.
After a few short moments I said, "Sure. Why not. When and where?"
The next Saturday morning about 10:00, I rang the doorbell of the address I was given and I was a little surprised to see David open the door since I knew he lived on the other side of town.
"C'mon in! Have a beer, shot, whatever. This is Nick. He's going to be joining in too when SHE gets here," said enthusiastically.
Kinda odd how he emphasized "SHE."
Small chit chat ensues and after a few more shots on my part, I am looking towards play time.
Nick speaks up like he was reading my mind, "I don't think the bitch is going to show, dammit!"
Ding-Dong!!! The doorbell rings. "There she is" It must be her. I offer to get the door and when I open it, another guy towering over me by 6-7 inches, says, "Hi Sweety. Not quite here yet, huh?"
I was a little buzzed, I admit. Did he call me Sweetie? How does he know she isn't here? Gotta be the 100 proof apple schnapps hearing that."
David was sleeping on the couch. Nick was standing and talking in hushed tones to the new Tom Sellek lookin' kinda guy.
The next moment, I'll call him Tom, hands me a small suitcase and says, "Our Girl isn't here yet. I want you to see that she does."
Looking like a hearing a whistle, my head tilted to the side. "She does, is, What?"
"Listen here. Take the suitcase, go to the bathroom down the hall, and get the girl to come out," Tom commanded in a gruffer voice than I was expecting. Crap. We just met, sort-of.
I head down the hallway and go into the bathroom adjoing the master bedroom. I can see Nick was prepared for some heavy action. I saw a pile of ropes, a few chains, cuffs, paddles, a flogger, and some other metal stuff in a pile I haven't seen before. Knocking first while opening the bathroom door, I was expecting a shout for entering. She must be shy to not come out for a hour or so past time. Nobody home? I gently pull the shower curtain aside. Nada. I sit for a moment with the suitcase on my lap. Click-click. On top of the wig, corset, and what must be other bits of fishnet and satin sits a note. Right there in large letters. "You wanted this. You have 30 minutes to get her to come out. There is a back way out of the house if you go now. No foul. Don't expect you would ever get this chance again."
So there I was, walking down the hallway the best I can with a massive dose of adrenaline running through my system, fishnet wrapped legs wobbling on the 3 inch heels given to me. I pulled the black satin robe around me a little tighter not knowing what to expect. My smokey eyes absorbing the scene and I say between my "fuck me" red lips, "Well?"
The catcalls ensue and I was almost to the point of fearful tears expecting a different reaction.
Tom says, "We weren't expecting anyone to show up. I am sure glad she did!"
Nick just nodded while looking up and down my body and when our eyes met, he just liked his lips causing a shiver down my spine and up my leg at the same time.
My funk was whisked away when I was slapped on my ass by Tom. "We will be sitting on the couch. You need to bring us another beer. Now!"
Too nervous to protest, I did as I was told. After giving them what they wanted. I was spun around and faced away from them and told to rest on my knees. Ok. no problem. I felt an experienced hand cuff my wrists together while another wrapped another...something around my neck! Felt like cloth and immediately realized it was a collar! What the fuck! And a leash attached to it too! What have I gotten myself into. I turn to David and see him still sleeping on the end of the couch. The other two men must have seen me getting ready to speak and a quick "Shhh" came from both of them.
I am turned around facing them. Nick stands up while placing a foot on my leash. I close my eyes and wanting to pulla sheet over my head. A zipper unzipped followed by a pair of pants hitting the floor in front of me.
Looking through my glassy eyes, there it was, a cock pointed right at my mouth about an inch away. The smell was fresh and slightly musky. "Unusual combination," I think. Looking up, all I can say was, in a very weak voice, "Please, I don't think I'm ready for this."
"I am honey. Can't you tell? Now open your mouth and say ahh!"
My lips purse slightly and before I could protest any more, Tom must have been expecting this, a something like a harness went over my head, around my head and tightened from behind. Then blammo, my painted lips were pried open and a leather wrapped ring was shoved in my mouth and hept there by the harness. Before I can protest any more, Nick's cock was quickly shoved into my mouth effectively shutting me up for the moment.
like it or not, my mouth was getting fucked, not too rough, just far enough to tease my gag reflex a little. He sat on the couch and pulled my leash to his crotch and used his hands to get my head to Bob on his meat like the meat I was becoming myself.
I could feel Tom beginning to paw my ass and when he lifted my skirt up to get a better look, he began to tease my little bum with his finger. He was testing me out sure enough. Pushing a little further with each pass. He pushed in me just a little bit and held me with his hand on my waist to keep me steady. Between a cock impailing my mouth and a finger exploring my ass, my mind was going into an odd place trying to gather what what was happening to me. Moments later, I could hear a bottle, what I would think is lube, gurling out.
Tom must have gotten tired of using his finger and began to slowly push his manly thumb into my ass. When his other hand was placed on my other hip to steady himself, I thought, "He must be a little wobbly and has to use both hands to keep steady." "Wait a sec! What the Fuck? Two hands, big thumb! That'ss not a thumb. That's a cock about to enter my ass!"
The noises I was making couming around Nick's cock combined with my hips strongly swaying back and forth breaking the imminent impalement of my nethers, I must have ticked the Guys off a little.
I figured that was the last straw and for their low tolerance of being the unco-operative.
Led forcefully to the bedroom by my leash, I was thrown upon and held down on the king size bed. Unable to resist in such a position, my legs were frogtied and my wrists thankfully uncuffed but immediately attached to the thigh cuffs. "Aww shit. Now what."
They flipped me on my back and Nick holds my head up and says, "See that cock? It's going in your ass." All I can do is stare as I watch the man, Tom, in front of me tease me with his cock at my lilttle puckered hole. My hips are rotated enough and my knees back toward my shouders, that I can see the head of his cock slowly disappear inside of me. Again, the sensations are trying to make a new place of memory in my shifting and keliedescope brain.
Before I can see him go any further, my head is let go to lay just over the edge of the bed and Nick enters my mouth again and slowly begins to fuck my throat like before. I must have been loosened enough now for his balls were pressed against my nose.
In a confused yet strangely blissful haze, I hear a doorbell ring off in the distance and moments later, I look up between Nicks legs and hear David say, "The rest of the gangs here just for you girl. Hope this is what you wanted. If not. Doesn't fuckin matter. Your'e gettin' it anyways."
############################################
Leave me a note on what you think and if you're in the area, (South Central Wisconsin,) I would surely love to make this story real.
|
|
|
1
comment
|
|
To link to this blog (LeslieStone) use [blog LeslieStone] in your messages.
|
|
|
| Sun |
Mon |
Tue |
Wed |
Thu |
Fri |
Sat |
| |
|
|
|
|
|
1
|
2
|
3
|
4
|
5
|
6
|
7
|
8
|
9
|
10
|
111
|
12
|
13
|
14
|
15
|
16
|
17
|
18
|
19
|
20
|
21
|
22
|
23
|
24
|
25
|
26
|
27
|
28
|
29
|
|
