Leaving on a Jet Plane

Time to go back home to my responsibilities. I have had another beautiful and perfect weekend with Daddy and Master.  I call him both now for he has become two.  More than that really.  He is my everything.  My husband-to-be, my muse though he calls me his, my protective Daddy and my stern Master.  

I have not admitted this and granted I’m realizing this as I write it but I need challenge, I need struggle, I can become distracted and bored with less.  My mind is ever active, ever working and ever analyzing.  Daddy and I are more alike in this than I knew. 

He fits me so well.  He told me tonight that I fit him like a glove.  He’s so right. Our bodies fit together but moreso than that, our minds fit together.  He challenges me.  He is relentless in exploring our chemistry.  He finds his way inside my mind, centering my passion, delving to the depths of all that is me.  He worked his way in, he broke the fortress I had become.  With his kind heart, his reprobate swagger, and his force of will all governed by his engineer’s mind he took me and made me his. 

How do I go home tomorrow?  How do I part myself from him when I am so cleaved to him that I feel half a person?  All I want is to shut the world out and live in a dream of service to this man. I want to allow him to debase me, lay me bare, then raise me up from the ashes he created to build me again in the image he sees. 

Homework

I received this command tonight. 

I am probably heading to bed soon.  your directions. Strip. 

Kneel and insert the plug. While kneeling beside the bed think of my voice in your ears…  

When you think you have served enough climb onto the bed and caress your breasts. Pull on my nipples and feel my touch. My need.   

Then bring yourself just short of orgasm. Short of orgasm Slut. You will do this thrice. After which you will remove the plug.

YOU ARE NOT TO COME. You are my plaything. My instrument. This is my concerto. Do this for me. Do it well my love and I shall reward you.

Desecration

I knelt for him last night.  Naked in my room after the house was quiet and the world had slowed.  My thoughts filled with his presence, my breathing shallow as the pain settled into my knees.

The pain has become familiar once more.  This is my joy, my honor to bear. I sat with my ass on my heels, my arms stretched upon the bed.  I prayed as a little girl, hoping as he slept that he felt my heat and my aching desire for him over the miles and through the darkness of dreams. 

Exposed and in need, I dared not touch myself.  I have been feeling guilty touching myself of late.  It has become a perfunctory physical maintenance.  Five or ten minutes before I fall asleep or as I rise to greet the day. Is has not connected me to him.  It has not honored him or served his need.  

Today, we talked in text of our need for each other.  Master has given me a command. Tonight I am to insert a frozen wand into my pussy and then use a vibrator to come for him.  I will endure the cold pain and come for him tonight.  

I feel embraced by him now.  I feel the grip of his hand on my neck.  I will serve his dark desire as he wishes for I am his slave and no more. 

Daddy’s Not Here

We were fucking.  More accurately, he was fucking me.  We had played, I had come for him, now he was having his.  His cock stretched me wide with each thrust.  The first thrust stung.  Our first night back together we had slipped and I had torn a little.  I could feel it still. 

I knew the pain would disappear if I got past the stingy beginning.  Once he was in and my pussy swelled, I would only feel the pleasure. Liking pain, at least in the sexual arena, is helpful in some situations. 

He sped up and fucked me hard and fast.  We had been at it a while.  He wasn’t going over the edge. This was going to take something more.

“Slut, you are going to make me come. This is your job, figure it out.”  One strokes, two strokes, I had nothing.  I know me, I am a horrible actress.  If something is not my idea, not truly felt from my tiptoes on up through my sex with real passion or in subspace then it rings horribly false.  I knew he’d see right through me. 

As he was fucking me, I had desperately wanted to rub my clit. I hadn’t. I decided that was a real desire, an authentic action.  Maybe something good would come of it. 

I snaked my hand down between us and rubbed my clit.  It felt so good I rubbed it harder.  “Nice, Slut. Keep going.”  He was watching me now.  I felt his heat focusing, I felt my body quicken. I was getting hotter and needy.  Yesssss

Now I could connect with the dirty little slut inside me. She’s always there waiting.  Usually Daddy brings her out but sometimes I can too.

I rocked my hips as he fucked me. I began to lose my grip on reality and only felt him.  “I love your cock in me Daddy.  I need you fucking me. Please keep fucking me.”

Out of nowhere his hand came up and slapped my tits hard.  I whimpered piteously.  The harsh sting expanded out from my nipples.  “No Daddy, please no!” I cried.

He looked down at me all hardness and sin. “Do NOT tell me NO.  Daddy is not here anymore.”

My protective Daddy was gone, sadistic Master had arrived.  He would not put up with any bullshit or back talk. “Yes D-d-daddy…Sir. Yes Sir.” I stammered.  In my state of arousal I had a hard enough time controlling my words but Sir and Master are so rarely used they feel foreign.

He gripped my neck and fucked me with force and heat and intensity.  When he loosened his grip on my neck I gagged my breath back into my throat.  But some evil thought was bouncing around in my oxygen deprived mind. Tell him no.

His hand slapped my tits again. “What slave?” Fuck, he could see every damned thought in my head.

The pain shook that thought away. “Ahhh, it hurts!” I said. By God it stung. 

“You poor thing. You’re mine. I’ll do what I want until you make me come.  What are you?”

“Your slut.” He fucked me continously.

“What else? Keep your hand moving.”  I kept rubbing my clit.

“Your slave.” 

“Yes, my slave but what else are you?”  He was looking for something but what?

It finally occured to me. “Your wife.” I whispered. 

“That’s right. My wife. That makes you mine…mine forever. And you will take what I give you.  You will take my come.”  At that he shuddered and filled me full of his seed. 

Worship

We watched a movie and had lunch.  The apartment had every amenity except a couch.  I was using Daddy’s big chair.  The legs had broken in the move so it was quite a bit lower to the floor but still comfy.  He was sitting in a camping chair next to me.  A very nice camping chair but still not ideal. The dining room table sans legs was propped on a box and made a serviceable coffee table. I told him I loved that set up so much I wanted to permanently cut the legs shorter.

I took our dishes to the kitchen and when I returned he pointed to the floor in front of him.  I sank gracefully to my knees.  I put my arms around his waist and held him for a moment.  

I looked up to him knowing I was here at his feet at his beckoning. “I’m going to answer a few work emails but first you’re going to suck my cock.” I smiled as he pulled down the front of his pants. 

“Do you want to suck my cock slut?” 

“Yes Daddy, I love sucking your cock.”  I do.  There is something so incredible about him allowing me to touch his most sacred part. I want every time I pleasure him to be as amazing as I can make it.  

Sure, I could be crass and say, all men want you to suck their cock.  What’s so amazing?  But why be like that?  It serves no one.  I love to give him pleasure.  I love to have a goal and a challenge.  My challenge is to make every flick of the tongue cause a reaction, every deep throat push deeper, every tongue caress hit the sweet spot.  Otherwise, why bother?  Giving my Dominant pleasure is an honor so I treat it as one.

I was languishing in the feel of him on my tongue.  I was tasting the cleanliness of him.  Aching for a drop of his seed to taste.  This wasn’t a blowjob with a direction.  We were both sated.  This was cock worship.  I could blissfully take my time. 

“Hm, you’re so clean.” I said with a little something in my voice.

“Too clean for my slut?  You want that man musk, do ya?”  He knows me.  I smiled with cock in my mouth and pulled out to answer.

“Well, yeah.  I love me some man musk.  Mm hmm.”  I licked him and chuckled.  I refocused on my task.  I love the girth of him, his cock pushing down my throat, stopping my breath, sucking and working my mouth on him.  

Damn, I was getting turned on. I felt the banter fall away and the heat overtake me.  I looked up to him with a mouthful of cock, eyes glazed with passion. I was struck by the intensity of his steely blue stare.  He was watching me and now he had me captive.  My heart jumped in my chest.  

He pulled me up and kissed me.  The fire between us blazed hot and fierce.  I became nothing more than a cinder in his embrace.  Our kissing drugged me.  I fell into a love-induced trance.  His lips trailed down my chin. He gripped my hair pulling my head back to expose my neck. His lips and teeth blazed a line down my throat. I whimpered and tried to pull away. “Stay.” He said, halting my escape. I trust him but the instinct for survival is undeniably animalistic. The fear rolls over me and I become prey.

His lips at my throat, locked together in mutual torment, he said,”Amazing. You are incredible. Three years later and you still have me rock hard and on fire for you.” His teeth dug into my throat.  
“Daddy…” I entreated. My pussy was throbbing and yet I was about to hyperventilate with fear.  “I want you.”  

“Come with me.” He stood and pulled me to my feet.  I thought we were headed to the bedroom but he led me to the other room.  He opened the door.  It was empty and cold except for the spanking bench  in the middle.

“You are mine. My prize. Present yourself.” He said.  I pulled off my pants and mounted the bench.  I knew what was coming.  All his toys remained packed in the other room.   One hand went to my neck the other my ass.  Gripping the hair at my nape, he spanked my ass twice…then four times in quick succession.  It was hard, it was fast.  The pace matched our pheromone fueled heartbeats.

His fingers pushed into my sex.  God, I wanted him.   The more he spanked me, the more I would do anything to have him.  Damn, I had missed him.   After warming my ass and my pussy he propelled me to the bedroom for a sound fucking. 

Altered States

He gave me time.  We were full from breakfast.  We sat and read email, blogs, etc.  I didn’t think anything of it.  Life as usual. 

He got up to do some laundry and then he was by my side in the living room. “Strip.” He said with no emotion, no explanation.  I unzipped my jeans vest and pulled off my shorts.  I stood naked before him. “Nice.  Follow me.”

Into the bedroom we went.  There were ropes everywhere.  He had been busy while he was doing the laundry.  “Get into the center of the bed,” he said as he adjusted the ropes at the headboard.  A large O ring was centered at the top of the large wooden headboard. I recognized it as a piece of equipment that is usually used under the mattress so that you can tie a person spread eagle to a bed withiut a frame.  This was going to be different. 

I laid on the bed in the center.  I was nude and felt the air from the  fan play across my skin.  He took one of my wrists and looped black rope around it several times tying a knot below my palm.  Then he tied the other wrist in similar fashion.  Each wrist was then secured to a ring an each side of the headboard.  Now I was unable to move my hands.  When I pulled on one the other would become secured closer to the wooden frame.  Oh, they are linked behind the bed.  I thought. The more I move the tighter I’ll be pulled on one side or the other. Devious.

Then he looped more black rope around my thighs.  Each thigh had many loops of rope, then each was tied off around the loops at my inner thigh.  The rope would secure me but not pull on my skin. Finally he pulled each leg up by ropes through the O ring in the center of the headboard right above my head.   As I looked up I saw a network of ropes strung from the upper corners of the bed and from my thighs.  I was trapped with my knees at my breasts, my hands bound and my sex wide open to him. 

He stood over me and surveyed his work. He smiled with approval.  “I can smell your sex.  I think you like this.” Then he took out the implements he had hidden by the bed.  A crop, a feather duster, and other items I couldn’t see.  Oh, I was in for it.  He mounted the bed and settled himself between my legs.  He blew air on my pussy.

I felt his nose first.  He ran his nose over my sex and up around the clit.  Then his tongue flicked over my labia, caressed my sensitive skin.  My senses were already heightened from being tied and now his tongue lit me up. Soft fluttering caresses that set me on fire. I was whimpering and pulling on my bonds to get to him. 

He pulled back, I hoped to mount me, but he picked up a crop instead.  He smacked the top of my pussy with it.  I jumped with every strike.  I tried to calm myself and bear the impacts but I was slipping away from my control. The binding ropes trapped me yet set my mind to flight. 

As the stinging sensations accelerated so did my need to beg for mercy. Before I reached my limit he knelt again to lick my pussy.  I was out of my mind.  First gentle flicks of the tongue, then hard sucking, then back to gentleness.  I was moaning loudly, unable to stop myself. 

He picked up the crop again.  My sex was wide open, my thighs tied back, my toes barely touching the bed.  The sting of contact shot through my pelvis jolting me. “Daddy!”

“What baby girl? Don’t you like it?” He said with a devilish smile.  He knew I liked it. The stings were harder and deeper now.  The first round was to bring the blood to the surface. This was the main event. It seemed that crop strikes followed by the more subtle torment of licking were the order of the day.  Each round pushed me closer to climax.

His finger hovered around the entrance to my pussy.  Caressing the pouty lips on each side.  I arched forward.  Finally!  Some kind of fucking! As sexual play ramps up, I have a one track mind.  Fuck me! Put it in, fill my hole, fuck me! My pelvis pounded forward propelling towards surcease.  His finger lazily dropped down to my asshole.  No! Not there! He rubbed little circles getting it wet then he pushed it in my ass.  

“Daddy! Fuucckk….” I’m not sure if that was a request or an expletive.  Either way, he wasn’t listening. His tongue bathed my pulsating clit.  His finger kept prodding my ass.  My throbbing, aching, hungry pussy sat forgotten on the edge of the dance floor waiting with her cocktail glass dripping sweat down her dress.

“Daddy please.” Pitiful. He ignored it.  “Daddy please fuck your slut.”  His eyes rose to look at his trussed up prize then went back to his work. “Please fuck your dirty whore.” He finally took notice. 

“You want to be fucked, do you?” His voice dripped with his Cheshire smile. “Hmm.” Noncommittal though he feigned, he finally he rose.  Yes, yes, yes! 

“Yes Daddy, please!” I was gone.  I looked up to him through atmospheres of dreamy landscapes.  

“You are mine.  I own you. Do you understand?” 

“Yes Daddy. Yours.”  I was laid bare to him.  Raw and exposed. 

“You are my dirty little whore.” He was poised at my clutching hole. He thrust forward cleaving me with his meaty cock.

“Yes Daddy, god yes!” The feeling was indescribable. Shivers of pleasure covered my body.  My mind sang.  I gripped the rope that bound my wrists to the bed. I wanted to wrap myself around him but was denied.  Thrust after thrust filled my needy pussy with the cock I so desperately wanted. 

“Take it!” His face above me, his hands on me.  His intensity broke free. 

“Fuck your little slut, your whore, fuck my cunt.  Please Daddy, fuck me, fuck me.” On and on I rutted in a hypnotized frenzy.

“Take it, take my seed!” He thrust to the hilt and pumped hot come deep inside me.  I felt it spurting out between us as his cries and grunts played across the room. 

Afterwards, he untied me in sections.  I cleaned us up while still in a stupor, ropes dangling from my wrists.  I came back down sometime after that. 

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Fire

He lights a candle and holds it close.  The light is soft and lures me.  I bask in the glow.  Once he feels me respond to his subtle little flame, he adds more fuel.  

The brightness shines a light over my soul.  He looks ever so closely and sees all of me.  He sees what I want to show, he sees what I hide.  He finds my fears and notices the barriers of my walls. 

A flame thus ignites within me. I respond in kind to his beacon.  I quake in fear that he sees me, that he knows my every secret.  But his light continues to shine bright as day even though my sins are now exposed. 

I see now that he will not turn away.  He wants my sin, he wants my hidden terrors.  He wants my dirty, rotten imperfections.  I roll like a swine in mud.  He grants me freedom to be the basest of pitiful things.

His high beam of stark honesty and vision ignites.  He takes the clay before him and carves out the pure beast within.  His talons grip me, his voracious fire consumes me.  I burn, oh how I burn in his realm.

From the fire emerges a passion that seeks its match and finds it in him.  Red and tumultuous, hot and painful it engulfs us.  The flames lick and eat and take their fill.  The eager coals smolder and deprive me of all my air.

I pant and rut.  His fire turns me on a spit.  Every basted bit is lashed by his words and his tongue.  No reason allows me succor. My thoughts, my being,  the primordial spark of me bends to him.

He fears losing control.  I can’t help him with that.  All my heart and morbid desires want him to lose himself and break me.  Each speck of glorious light I sense in him is answered with a raging wildfire.  

Heaven help me, he called me an angel.  But all I want is to grovel at his feet, to debase myself completely.  The fiber of my mind crackles in the viscous lava of my subservience to him.

Please, I beg of you, destroy all meaning.  Tear my walls and protections from me.  His voice stirs wicked desires.  His dirty words bind me to him for all eternity.  I fall deeper into the abyss gladly. 

Marathon Sex – Part III

“You are going to calm down and then you will worship Daddy’s cock. Do you want to do that?”  Oh god, I had no idea at that point.

I nodded yes. “Yes, Daddy.” The good girl is ingrained.  My service is certain.  My mind and body would catch up…hopefully.

“I’ve leaked all over the floor. Look what you’ve done to me.” He took a finger with a big glob of his pre-come on it and put it on my lips.  I licked it timidly at first, still panting from my orgasm.  Then I tasted him and felt his thick finger in my mouth and sucked it voraciously.  Yes, I wanted my mouth on him. He lay on the bed and I knelt between his legs.  My breath still labored.  I licked his cock.  It was slow and steady licking, up and down the shaft until I could breathe again.  Then I began to suck his cock into my mouth.  I savored the feel and taste of him. I pushed my mouth all the way down his shaft.  I know how he loves feeling his cock in the depths of my throat.  He says he can feel a ridge and a constriction when the head pops into the canal.  I feel different things in each position.  In between his legs is the best for me or on my knees.  Both ways I can get him deeper than any other position. As I pushed down I sucked him deep into my throat.  I could feel how my jaw had been pounded by the face fucking earlier.  I could feel a tightness and tiredness there.  That was new.  I pushed past it and sucked on the head of his cock.  Daddy says men love deep throat because it strokes the tip and the base at the same time so I practice moving my throat muscles and my lips to caress him completely.

While I did this, Daddy took out his computer. “I’m going to give you my come to swallow little girl. Do you want that?” I nodded, face full of cock.  Yes, I wanted to swallow his come.  “My little come bucket. Mmm.”  He turned on porn and I continued sucking him.  Why does being humiliated verbally work to incite me so thoroughly?  Is it just the way he does it?  Is it that it puts me in a deeper place of submission and service?  I don’t know but I do know beyond any doubt that his objectifying me like that turns me the fuck on.  The sounds of the porn in the background made me wet and I doubled my efforts at sucking him.  Sexual sounds really do a number on me.  He took over several times and stroked his cock while I waited between his legs.  Finally, he said, “Take it, take my come!” and shoved his cock deep in my mouth spurting his load into my throat.  I swallowed and swallowed.  He had a lot to give. It had been a long week.

Afterwards, we were resting and talking. I was really surprised he had gotten so much out of me that night.  Even on a weeknight with crap on my mind he can get me out of my head and play.  As we were talking he wanted to show me the porn he had watched.  I was completely sated and didn’t feel anything watching the porn.  It was definitely one I would get off watching.  It was two girls and a guy.  That’s one of my favorite scenes and both the women were really hot.  But I was done.  Then I remembered that Daddy had this scene of a woman getting fucked by several fucking machines.  She was a squirter and made such great noises and facial expressions when she came.  I said I wanted to see it again sometime so he got it out right then.  I really wanted to go to bed but he put her on anyway.

As I watched this woman get fucked and heard the noises she made, I began to get turned on all over again. She is so hot and she takes so many different sizes for so long.  After a while she is in a fever of fucking need.  Each time she squirted she’d grab the dildo and shove it right back inside herself.  I feel that way with Daddy sometimes.  When porn can make you feel something you already know, something that makes you hot…it works.  Daddy looked over at me, “You’re getting turned on.” He said, surprised.  He kissed me then and we began all over again.  He flipped me over and mounted me.  He fucked me hard and fast.  I was on fire so fast.  My whole body and mind was at once soaked with the need of him.  He fucked, I responded.  The day, the stress, everything was gone.  All I felt and saw and knew was him.  His cock, his heat, his body, his sex.  He lit me up like Times Square.  I moaned, I cried out, I begged and pleaded for him to keep fucking me.  It was lightning hot.  I lost all control and soon I heard him yell and felt his come blast into me hot and thick.  Fuck, that was good.

Nox

Nox texted me that he had the afternoon free.  If we were going to play it was now.  Immediately, I was a bundle of nerves.  I hadn’t played with him since before Mr. D became my life.  Actually, it had been years.  I’d seen him and Ren many times over those years but it was always platonic.  Over the summer they had game night at their house.  They both teased me then and I played a little grab ass in the kitchen with Nox.  Innocent fun but that’s what started this up again after all.

I have a unique relationship with them as a couple. Ren is incredibly sexual.  Her Cuckquean kink drives a lot of this play.  I mentioned before that one of my favorite parts about playing with them before was my communication with her. She would text me about being horny. Then I would start telling her how hot her husband was and how much I wanted him.  After a while of this back and forth, she’d be so wound up she’d go fuck him silly.  That was the best.  It was like pulling the string on a spinning top. She says I like the power.  Maybe I do but to me it’s a way of serving their dynamic.  It puts me where I love to be, instilling passion and excitement in others.

So, I texted Ren that I was going to have a hot lunch fuck with her husband and I left work to meet him.  Daddy had given me permission to play.  This would be the first time either of us would take advantage of the openness of our relationship. I have always been in monogamous relationships. A big part of my butterflies was this. I didn’t text Daddy that I was playing.  I wanted to tell him in person and I was seeing him the next night.  I didn’t want to be in the middle of play and him feeling whatever he was going to feel from this.  I wanted to share that with him in person.

With both Nox’s partner and mine on my mind, I knocked on his door.  He had said the door would be unlocked, friends don’t have to knock.  But the door was locked.  I was smiling when he opened it. “After all that, I had the door locked?” He smiled a crooked smile.

“Looks like it.” I said, as he pulled me into the kitchen and kissed me.  I kissed him in return and put my arms around him.  I remembered his super soft kisses then.  My eyes opened a moment and I smiled up to him.  I remembered this.  He is a longtime friend now, nothing to feel nervous about.  My hands began to feel his body and after more kissing they drifted down to his crotch.  Surprisingly, his cock was poking out of the front of his sweatpants.  I took ahold of it. I massaged his member and thought of the difference between him and Mr. D.  I thought of how I watched his wife give him head.  She had such a seductive way of giving head, full eye contact. 

He took my other hand and led the way to the bedroom.  He said the usual things you’d expect from a husband, excuse the mess, etc. Once in the bedroom I began taking off my clothing while he had gone back out for a glass of water.  When he returned I was half undressed.  “Good girl.” He said.  I know nudity is his favorite thing.  Once, he made me strip on his doorstep and then knock to come in.  Good times.

He told me to lay on the bed and then he laid completely on top of me, his body pressing me into the mattress.  “Are you cold?” He asked as his hand caressed my hip.

“No, I’m fine.” I replied. I had been cold when I first undressed but I wasn’t now with the body contact.

“Good.  Well, you do have a full man blanket on you.”  We laughed. “My daughter always asks me why I’m so warm.” Men always seem to run warmer than women but I was smiling at the cute pillow talk.  Then he kissed me again and the atmosphere changed.  He moved his hands to my breasts and pinched and rolled my nipples in between his fingers. He pulled them and pinched them harder. I began to pant at the feelings of pleasure and a little pain.  He used his elbow and forearm to pin my neck to the bed while he continued the onslaught. I got wet quickly from his treatment of my breasts and from being pinned down.  He put his hands around my neck and looked into my eyes, “I want to taste you.” You can do whatever you want after that, I thought to myself.

He traveled down my body until he was between my legs.  His fingers pushed up against my sex and slid inside me easily.  “Wet girl, mmm nice.” He said. He began to fuck me with his fingers and eventually after he had me squirming he bent his head to taste me.  His tongue sent me further into abandon. With his fingers still working inside me he bit me on the thigh hard.  That was new.  I was shocked and yet it was erotic.  I kept thinking, that’s going to leave a mark, wonder what Daddy will think about that?

He got me very turned on.  I started moaning.  I thought about how his wife loved to hear the sounds I make.  I wondered if he was taping this for her.

He rose and got on top of me.  He rubbed his cock over my mound several times, teasing. “Our rules are condoms, right?” I nodded, that was what we agreed. “For vaginal and anal sex?”

“Yes.” I replied.  Nox sometimes had difficulty staying hard with me.  We worked through it years before and found that it was a mental block having to do with the perceived cheating of the their kink. Condoms don’t help but that was Daddy’s rule and I was sticking to it. We’d figure it out.  Safety is important.

“I want you to pleasure me now.” He said. So, we traded places and I took him in my mouth.  I used the techniques Daddy taught me and took him in deeply. I pulled him into my throat and worked him slowly as I had been taught.  “Wow, I didn’t remember how good you were.” I had been completely different before.  Daddy has been training me.  I was so proud right then.

Nox told me he wanted to have anal sex with me.  We had done that before many years back. “Turn over.” He said. Then he got up and found a butt plug he has.  It is a small one which is good because Daddy had used me just days before and it had been an intense and thorough reaming.  I was still sore.  I almost begged out of it but I thought I’d let him try. I didn’t want to ruin the fun the first time out.   He played with my ass and lubed the area.  I really was sore but a lot of times the soreness goes away after a bit. He put in the plug then he began to play with my pussy while I was face down.  He kept pushing his fingers inside me until I was so worked up and needy. 

He put on a condom and I knew he was ready to start. He pulled the plug out and pushed himself against my backdoor.  He wasn’t ready enough.  You have to be really hard to get past the sphincter.  I was relieved.  I had been close to calling him off. He had me flip over and stroke him until he was really hard.

He said, “I’m going to fuck you now.” I nodded.  He pushed into me and I raised my legs up. We were face to face.  He talked to me while he fucked me. “I like that you are our friend.  I like that you are safe company in our vanilla life and can hang out with anyone.” All the while he thrust into me. “I like that we can invite you to dinner and I could make some excuse and take you into a room away from the other guests and do dirty things to you.” His words and his movements were making me pant.  “I like that you’re a kinky  girl. I like that we can trust you.”  Then he thrust harder and more swiftly. Shortly he said,”I’m going to come now.” 

He had such control to say it so matter-of-factly and when I said okay he came.  He comes in a really hot way.  He shudders and then he is completely taken away by the shuddering sensations of coming. He comes for a long time.  It is very fun to be a part of that.

Afterwards, we got dressed and spent a little time talking about life and kids.  Then I went back to work.  What a very hot lunch session!