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I swear. True story.I’m Not Complaining (5)
Posted on September 12, 2011[Continued from "I’m Not Complaining (4).”
I’m not complaining when I say that by the time a man is in his 30s he knows how his dick measures up, so it was extremely silly when he asked me, “Is it big enough?” He knew very well that he had a pretty big cock, and I told him as much. Sure, I understand it’s nice to hear, but it’s not my job to boost a guy’s self esteem. I didn’t ask him if any of my parts were up to par; it was obvious we were going to have sex so at that point it didn’t matter.
I’m not complaining that his bush wasn’t trimmed. Everyone has the right to decide how to groom himself. I just don’t like having to stop mid-blowjob to pull hairs out of my mouth.
I’m not complaining that he didn’t fuck me hard. Nor am I complaining that when I asked him to fuck me harder that he said he couldn’t or he’d come.
I’m not complaining that when I told him to go ahead and come, just fuck me hard, he didn’t. I’m not complaining that he didn’t fuck me hard enough and didn’t come anyway. Well, he came, but not until later, and in my mouth.
I’m not complaining that after “Top Chef: Just Desserts” ended, a Kathy Griffin stand-up show came on. Actually, I am complaining. There is not much less sexy to listen to than Kathy Griffin. I must have one pretty goddamn talented mouth to make a guy come while her annoying voice talks shit about idiots.
I’m not complaining that he didn’t give me cab fare home. He had been paying all night. But it’s still nice to be sent on one’s way knowing your date cares enough to make sure you can make it home safely.
I may see him again if he’s in town.
I swear. True story.
Warren’s “Cheating” (5)
Posted on August 26, 2011[Continued from "Warren's 'Cheating' (4)."]
The two fell into a rather pleasant pattern – she made sure to always leave enough hints about to keep his suspicions up. Whenever he’d become resigned or complacent about her cheating, she’d make sure to leave a phone number with a date and time on the pad beside the phone. She began giving him just enough information to know something was going on, but never enough to fully understand the totality of it. She liked the look in his eyes when he questioned her. She liked the feeling of power it gave her to deny him the information he desperately wanted. She loved the sexual energy it provoked in him just to know that she was doing something without his knowledge.
She was cheating on him regularly, a few times a week, with any of the eight or so men she kept on her list. She felt confident that he had no idea what she was doing or how often she was doing it. He tried all of his tricks in turn. He set up a hidden camera in a pile of laundry in the bedroom, but she noticed the VCR’s record light the night before, and knew exactly what he was doing. Just to rub it in, she invited one of her lovers over for a nooner, took off her panties, and dropped them over the camera lens before proceeding to have a very heated session with him on their bed, allowing him to cum twice inside her. He never mentioned the video tape, though she caught him masturbating to the audio track a few nights later, the screen showing nothing but the out-of-focus red blur of her panties.
Her sexual freedom was unabashed; she was both deeply in love and very promiscuous at the same time, and in truth she had never been happier in her entire life. He learned to discern when she had been playing by the taste and feel of her vagina, although he never knew for sure if his guesses were right. Sometimes he had the feeling that she was fucking other men every single day, and his libido was in constant overdrive, filling her pussy with enormous loads of semen every night in his natural biological urge to compete. With few exceptions, she gave him no information at all about her habits. She liked it that way, and suspected that he enjoyed some aspect of it, also.
Now that the commitment of her primary emotional relationship was guaranteed, she began exploring her sexual horizons. She began arranging for two men to meet her at once, and began learning to please two men simultaneously in the bed she shared with her boyfriend every night. She began to grow so fond of these encounters that she began passing up one-on-one opportunities in order to schedule more threesomes. After about two months, she was exclusively seeing men two at a time, with the exception of two lovers who were so much fun that she continued to see them anytime they were available.
He announced that he had to go on a business trip to Japan for a week. He was very distraught, and said that he had fought long and hard to have someone else go instead. Unfortunately, he was the only one available, and had to go. She asked him why he was so forlorn about it, and he answered “I know what you’re going to do the entire time I’m gone.”
She laughed. “Well, you’re probably right honey, but what does that matter?”
“I don’t know. At least when I’m here I feel like I have some idea of what’s going on. I’ve sort of figured out your habits … I mean, I think. I can usually tell when you’ve been playing, and I like that. I don’t like the idea of being on the other side of the planet and not having any idea what you’re doing,” he said.
“I know what you mean, sweetie,” she said, surprising him. “I like your involvement just the way it is – you know it’s happening, but nothing specific. I like how you’re always trying to figure it out. It wouldn’t be nearly as much fun for me if it weren’t a challenge.”
“So you’re not going to do anything while I’m gone?” he asked, his eyes pleading. “Come on, honey … have a heart, please?”
She laughed gently, nodding at him. “I’ll think about it, baby,” she said.
[To be continued ….]
Warren’s “Cheating” (4)
Posted on August 24, 2011[Continued from "Warren's 'Cheating' (3)."]
He slammed himself through the door of the apartment, aimed himself directly at the charger still sitting on the floor next to the couch, and almost completely crossed the room before noticing the strange noise – the shower. She was still in the apartment, and she was showering again – the second time in so many hours. His pulse quickened as he opened the bathroom door, steam escaping around him, half-expecting to find Jonathan in the shower with her.
She was in front of the mirror, not yet in the shower. She jumped in genuine surprise when he opened the door, then smiled at him. “Oh, hi baby. You scared me. What are you doing here? Did you forget something?”
“Yeah,” he said, “the …. What are you doing here? Why are you taking another shower?”
“Because I need one, that’s why,” she said, as she wiped her face with a tissue. She continued to wipe her face, very gingerly. He took a step closer before realizing with a start that her face was messy with something.
“Do you have cum on your face?” he asked, incredulously, not even believing it was possible. He instinctively started looking around the bathroom for the responsible penis. He peeked out the door, wondering if Jonathan was still in the apartment. “Jonathan?” he asked.
“Yes, it’s cum. No, it wasn’t Jonathan. I need a shower because it feels like there’s a lot more of it inside me,” she said, never turning her face from the mirror. She said it so nonchalantly that he wondered if she expected him to just nod and go back to work.
“There’s more than one guy?” he asked, caught in the sort of disbelief one feels immediately stupid for being caught in. She looked at him with one eyebrow slightly raised, making it clear it wasn’t the sort of question she planned to answer. He took another shot. “So you’ve been doing this in our bed all this time while I was at work? I thought you forgot all about it.”
She took a step toward him, took his hand, and pulled it toward her pussy. He felt how warm and swollen her outer lips were, still wet with a mixture of bodily fluids. She looked him directly in the eye and said softly “I had sex in this apartment with another man as soon as the movers finished, while you were still at work, even before I had sex with you. This is the way I live my life, so rest assured that I’m never going to forget about it, even if you do.” She smiled brightly and kissed him deeply. He could still taste the lingering taste of semen in her mouth, and it aroused him more than anything in his recent memory. She felt his erection through his pants for a moment, squeezing him gently, before announcing that she had better get into the shower and get her butt to work. She hugged him very tightly, and told him she loved him. The soft smile on her face said it all: she really did love him. She meant it.
As much as it amazed him, he was growing more and more confident with the whole situation with each exposure. His girlfriend was totally in control of the situation. She chose her sexual partners discreetly and presumably wisely. Her love for him continued to grow, even though she had been cheating on him for literally almost their entire relationship. He took comfort in the knowledge that he would never know for sure if or when she was cheating; it felt oddly quite satisfying to have it all beyond his control.
[To be continued ….]
Warren’s “Cheating” (3)
Posted on August 22, 2011[Continued from "Warren's 'Cheating' (2)."]
“No. I get to decide how it works. I’ve already decided it,” she said simply. She looked directly in his eyes, without the slightest hint of fear. She was aghast at her own sudden outpouring of attitude. She wanted to break his gaze and look around the room, as if to discover the source of a loud, unexpected noise that only she heard. She trembled slightly, and hoped he didn’t notice.
“I’ll find out what you’re doing anyway,” he said smugly, his face turning a bit sour. He could tap her phone line, bug her computer, follow her to work, put hidden cameras in their bedroom. “You can’t stop me.”
She cracked a smile involuntarily. His stern expression softened for a moment, then he began to grin. The atmosphere in the room felt like that inside a balloon just after being popped. She stood up, confidently striding toward him with small, feminine steps. “You’re right, I can’t stop you,” she said as she straddled him atop the couch. “But you can’t stop me either.” She began kissing his neck. “Besides,” she whispered, “I don’t really think you want to.”
They tore at each others’ clothes wordlessly, until finally he slipped inside her, desperate to feel her body. He started. “I can tell!” he said, with an almost boyish grin. “I can tell you’ve been fucked recently. You’re deeper, a little looser. I can tell. It must have been just a few hours ago, right?”
She began fucking him hard and fast, looking into his eyes. He fought to keep them open as he grasped her butt with both hands. “Right?” he asked again, breathlessly.
“I don’t kiss and tell,” she said. “If you manage to find out what I’m doing … well, good for you,” she cooed, “but I’m not going to tell you anything I don’t want you to know.”
With that, he lifted her off himself, turned her over, and fucked her until she was screaming in pleasure, glimpses of her naked pussy filled with a stranger’s cock appearing in his mind like flashbulbs in the distance. Within minutes, he peaked, filling her pussy with arguably the biggest load he had ever felt himself produce.
He gasped for breath, holding himself over her on his hands, and she began running her fingertips down his neck. “Mmmm,” she sighed, “that’s the third time today I’ve felt that.” His eyes opened, a brief look of alarm visible behind his exhausted lids. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of feeling that.”
Within a few days, everything returned to what seemed normal. She showered him with affection like she always had. Their endless stream of love notes went uninterrupted, and she was home from work every day by six. The novelty of the situation began to fade from his mind. He stopped thinking about this Jonathan fellow, and it seemed to him that she had, also. He got over his preoccupation with her extracurricular activities, and she never mentioned anything. He guessed that she had finally gotten bored with the whole idea, or maybe Jonathan had stopped coming by her cube.
The two woke one bright Tuesday morning and went through their normal morning routine, getting ready for two jobs on different sides of the city. He watched her take her birth control pills from her purse, and couldn’t decide if he was grateful or disappointed that she had forgotten about Jonathan. The two kissed and left for their jobs in two automobiles, exiting onto the freeway in opposite directions. He was almost to his office in the financial district – almost half an hour from their apartment – when he realized he forgot the charger for his laptop computer. Without it, he wouldn’t be able to do any work at all. He stopped at the office briefly to check his voicemail, and began calling clients back on the frustratingly long drive back to the apartment.
[To be continued ….]
We’d Already Fucked
Posted on August 04, 2011We’d already fucked that day. It had been a long couple of days without any fucking at all, which was not our style. There was no good reason we hadn’t fucked, but that day our dry spell ended.
After a long walk that included getting ousted from the outdoor patio of a restaurant because we had Isis with us – something that pissed me off even more when I saw that the patio welcomed children to the tune of a communal toy on which a kid could roll around the patio, annoying the humans – we took turns showering. We’ve developed a habit where he waits in the bedroom for me when I’m wrapped in my big, fluffy robe fresh out of the shower. He takes the opportunity of the easy-to-open robe to give my pussy, and almost always my ass, too, a nice munching.
We didn’t fuck, which I know disappointed him. I know he’s disappointed whenever we don’t fuck.
Later, when it was time to change from our street clothes to our comfy clothes, I suggested we fuck. He had a big smile on his face and said, “I was hoping you’d say that.” We fucked, and it was good.
He almost always goes to bed before me. He’s told me time and again that no matter how late I come to bed, that if I want sex, I’m to wake him up. I know that. If I wake him up for sex he will not be cranky, quite the opposite.
I had been watching some tv and reading some sexy stories. I had read, again and again, the stories the Viking wrote about the very fucking we had had and they still turned me on. At one point I realized that if reading about the fucking we had done in the past was turning me on, that I could actually have more of the same, thereby not only turning me on, but getting me off.
We’d already fucked that day. But I hadn’t come. I wanted to come.
I went to the bedroom and took off my comfy pants. He knows that if I don’t have any pants on that he is welcome to have his way with me. Sometimes he even takes my pants off and has his way with me anyway, but if my pants are already off he knows I want it.
I told him I wanted to come. He licked my pussy. He licked my ass. The Viking knows how to lick me just right. He also knows what makes me come, and just a tongue – even a very skilled one – wasn’t going to do it.
He began putting fingers in me. I could tell by the way he was finger fucking me that he wanted to fist fuck me. I had thought I wanted to come a different way, but as I relaxed and he put more fingers into me and lubed up his hand, I wanted that whole hand.
The moment when he just pushes past the opening the first time is fucking glorious. It’s when people less experienced with fisting will back off, but those who are experienced know to push on.
By that time I had the Magic Wand on my clit. His hand was in my cunt. By then I was not feeling delicate in the least. I felt strong. He knew it. He knew he could be rough with my cunt.
After a little bit he pulled his hand all the way out and pushed it all the way back in. Again. And again. All the way out. All the way back in. Punch fucking my cunt. Absolutely no hyperbole there.
His whole hand was pounding my cunt and I still wanted more. I wanted his cock in there too. No, I wanted his cock in his hand in my cunt; I wanted him to jack his cock off inside my cunt. He’s done it before. It’s fucking dirty and fucking wrong and when I’m in the mood for it it’s fucking right.
When I’m like that I have no clue how the Viking is able to accommodate my demands. “Put your cock in my ass while your fist in in my cunt.” “Jack off inside my cunt.” “Hold my legs back while you pound me.” He’s a lot more flexible than I realize.
When I’m demanding like that I ask for things that a couple of minutes later I forget. More than once I’ve told the Viking to pull out of my pussy and come on my tits or my face, and then by the time he does actually pull out of my pussy and come on my tits or my face, I’m pleasantly surprised. I’m glad he remembers.
So when he wasn’t able to get both his cock and fist into my cunt I definitely wasn’t disappointed because by the time I had my loud orgasm that hopefully made the neighbors jealous of the great fucking sex we have, I had forgotten I had made the request.
We’d already fucked. And we fucked some more.
I swear. True story.
You’re Not Finished Yet
Posted on August 03, 2011[Another of the Viking's stories that has been on Fleshbot. I suppose they like the dirty stuff.]
We were both so horny that we groped and kissed only briefly before I forced my cock into her. We fucked primally for a while before I pulled out and made my way down to her pussy, leaving a trail of wet kisses.
I spent time using my mouth on her pussy before pushing her legs up and forcibly holding them with a hand behind each knee. With her like that I had full access to her asshole, and took full advantage, licking and tonguefucking with abandon. This continued for some time, rolling her onto her side then her belly and slipping 2 fingers into her pussy as I continued tonguing her ass. I love how she pushes her ass back onto my face when I have my tongue in her ass. So deliciously crude and nasty.
But after continuing that for a while, I rolled her onto her back and put my cock back into her pussy and pounded her until we both lie there, sweaty and breathing hard. After catching our breath, she rolls over onto her knees with her shoulders on the bed, ass in the air. “Put it in me from behind.”
That view of her pussy and ass is so exquisite that I had to take a moment and worship with my mouth once more. But only for a moment, before I slipped my cock into her cunt. As I fucked her, I teased her asshole with my thumb, eventually pushing it all the way in. That got a very favorable response. I continued fucking her ass with my thumb until she asked for more. I slipped my thumb out and replaced it with a finger. I added another and started rubbing my cock which was still in her pussy.
In time I slipped my fingers from her ass and replaced them with my cock, eventually coming deep in her ass.
“You’re not finished yet,” she said when I pulled out of her ass. Silly girl. I had no intention of being finished with her yet. She flipped onto her back and grabbed the Hitachi. I lubed up a couple fingers and slipped them into her pussy. Two, three, four. In to my thumb, then all the way out, twisting all the while, stretching her and opening her for what was about to happen.
I added more lube, tucked in my thumb and slowly pushed the rest of my hand into her. I love that point the first time my hand is going into her, when the base of the thumb clears and my whole hand gets sucked in.
I fisted her and, as usually happens, started playing with her asshole. I soon had 2 fingers in her ass in addition to the hand in her pussy. The fingers in her ass, palm facing up (and toward my other hand), let me rub the hand in her pussy. That was mind blowing. I spread the fingers in her ass so that I had one on either side of my other hand.
Soon I was pounding her with my hand: pulling all the way out before thrusting it back in. The whole time with those fingers in her ass, feeling every move of my other hand. Then, with a little rearranging of my hand, I started rubbing her gspot with a couple knuckles. Between the Hitachi on her clit, my hand in her cunt, and my fingers in her ass, she was soon trashing and bucking and screaming through her orgasm.
She’d finally had enough, and we soon had fallen asleep in each other’s arms.
I Was Sleeping …
Posted on July 27, 2011I woke as she came into the bedroom to join me for the night. She slipped off her PJs before climbing into the bed, which is generally an indication that she is looking for sex. How could I refuse? We kissed for a bit, caressing and groping each other. I was rock hard by the time her hand found its way to my crotch.
“Mmm,” was all she said before moving down to take my cock in her mouth. She quickly had me moaning from what her mouth was doing to me. She sucked me and handled my balls, squeezing and pulling, driving me wild.
After a time she sat up on her knees, and swung a leg over me. She grasped my cock and positioned her pussy over it. She used her weight to force my cock into her and proceeded to rock and grind, making me arch to try to force my way deeper into her. She moved off her knees and onto her feet, leaning back to steady herself with her hands on the bed. Now she had even more control and raised and lowered herself over the entire length of my shaft. It was exquisite.
“Now it’s your turn to work,” she said before letting herself flop backwards onto the bed.
She lay on her back, legs splayed. I knelt before her. Moving between her legs, I slid my cock into her pussy. We fucked. Slow, fast, gentle, hard. I grabbed her breasts, one in each hand, the way rope would: close to her chest and encircling each as much as possible. They’re so wonderfully ample that I can’t get my hands anywhere near completely around them. I squeezed. Hard. I leaned down to give each nipple a brief suck and tug with my teeth. I shifted my grip to place a hand on the front of each breast and squeezed again. She moaned. I moved my hands away but she grabbed my wrists and placed my hands back where they were. “Ok,” I thought, “I can have fun with this.”
As I continued to fuck her, I squeezed and kneaded her breasts. I put weight on them & on her chest, crushing her into the bed. I grabbed them roughly, puling on them: not the nipples but rather a full handed grab. I used her tits as handles to pull her towards me as I pounded into her cunt. I could feel my orgasm slowly building, peaking slightly and falling off. Then peaking a bit higher, then higher until it washed over me with an intensity that I don’t recall feeling for a long time, if ever. I let out a primal, incoherent noise as I came, emptying into her. I really don’t remember ever having that intense and completely ecstatic of an orgasm before.
I continued my rutting as wave after wave of pleasure flowed through me and out my cock. Finally spent, I slipped wetly from her and collapsed on the bed.
We cuddled and talked. As we did, my hands wandered over her gently. She lay next to me on her stomach and my hands found their way to her ass. My fingers idly slipped between her ass cheeks which were slick with our mingled juices. I massaged her asshole with a fingertip, before moving further and slipping a finger into her cunt.
As I explored her with my finger she shifted to spread her legs for me, while half heartedly protesting that I should sleep. Too late for that. And I had had such a wonderful orgasm, I felt compelled to ensure that she was adequately rewarded.
I tossed back the sheets and she rolled onto her back, legs wide. I settled into my favorite place of all, and kissed her deeply. Licking her clit, I began fingering her: rubbing and probing her gspot. I could feel her pussy grabbing my finger and I added a second. Then a third and a fourth in quick succession. She was so aroused and relaxed that in no time I had my whole hand in her. My tongue on her clit made way for the Magic Wand.
I fucked her with my hand, pounding into her. Going slowly when she needed me to. Being brutal when she needed that. As is usually the case, my now hard (again) cock found its way into her ass and I started assfucking her while continuing to fistfuck her cunt.
Soon she came, arching and bucking. My cock left her ass but I continued fucking her with my hand until her eruption subsided and we both lay there, exhausted and satisfied.
True story.
[This has been featured on Fleshbot. They seem to like the dirty, sexy stories.]
