Mistress hasn’t been totally bunkered in; I’ve been enjoying getting up close [...]]]> Good Morning dear Readers! I don’t know about y’all, but this summer has been Crazy busy at the Casa de Kinky. It’s been non-stop guests since the heat hit, and that has kept me from my favorite busy work, writing here on Fem Domain.

Mistress hasn’t been totally bunkered in; I’ve been enjoying getting up close and personal over at LDW’s growing adult social network- the Enchantrix Empire. If you aren’t a Member of the Court, you really should check it out. Lately, old hands permitting- you can find me taking your early morning wood calls and hanging out in the Community Kink Free Chat Room.

Check my Yahoo Messenger status to see if sucking down java w/ our kinky chatters.

Now my darling sluts, I know you Love hearing about Mistress Viv and The Road Trip Slut - so I will bring you up to speed about the twisted little games we play, while we wait for our next journey of highway humiliation.

Panty slut wilma –spends 90% of the day working from the car and is very accessible to my whims. Most anything, a song, a sexy phone call, or even a passing comment from The Helper, can spark my need to send his tramp ass to the nearest 7-11 for a snack and a sample of Mistress’ momentary flash of perversion.

For some reason, perhaps it’s all the kinky company in the house, I feel festive and find myself wanting to control his cock & balls throughout the entire day. Of course the darling has to work, but still I want to be in the forefront of his mind while he sells his lil heart out. But I wondered how? After all, Mistress doesn’t want to compromise his job that allows him to spoil me.

Then when The Helper said in passing that my beloved hubby sub was – “A Blue Ribbon Man” it reminded me of a May I Cum essay/audio I wrote titled, The Blue Ribbon Slut, and I sent slut wilma on a mission.

Since then, I’ve gotten so much pleasure,  knowing my pet is closing a big deal with his balls tied up so pretty, and streamers of ribbons tickling at his knees.

 Mistress is Proud to say- eager slut wilma is a Blue Ribbon Slut &

 I have the pictures to prove it!

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For An Erotic Phone Or [...]]]> Boys & Gurls! Tonight! I DARE you to DANCE! Miss Cassidy is BACK & Old Mistress Viv is ready to throw her hands up in the AIRE-ER!

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Let’s Get This Party Started!

I hope you all took [...]]]> Good Afternoon Cuppy Cakes! If only you could peek in my window here in the carriage house you’d see me with my hair pulled up high on my head in a pony-tail, still in my robe and typing very slowly. Phew.. what a weekend! Is the sun over the yardarm yet?

I hope you all took advantage of Miss Ally’s generosity this past weekend & called your Favorite Mistress for FREE. I enjoyed meeting so many new members of our kinky social network and I thank many of you for choosing ME! Darlin’ lil sluts!

Big Props to our Head Mistress – who REALLY knows how to celebrate!

And where were you on Sunday afternoon? Did you join Constance & me when we were In The Boudoir, on Talk Shoe. We were entertained and enlightened by a most special call in guest, Ms Sissy St. Clair, author of Caution: Woman Inside. Honest, sane and real, the hour wasn’t near enough time to even scratch the surface, of this fascinating human. We hope she’ll be a fixture in our world. Please stop by her Empire Profile and say hello.

In the words of one of the chatters, Gummy Bear – “How Cow! What a great effin’ attitude”

Both Constance & I wish to thank Ms St. Clair for not just sharing her life, but being a great role model for our community.

The Pod Cast

Edition # 12 

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Here’s the details: 

 I was up with the birds today – puttering in the garden before the heat hit and hosing the dust that settled on  most everything. after yesterday’s gusty weather. Oh boys & gurls it is a sight to see, the 14 ft Red Cedars that front the back property were bending, [...]]]> Good Afternoon Dear Readers! How’s your day going?

 I was up with the birds today – puttering in the garden before the heat hit and hosing the dust that settled on  most everything. after yesterday’s gusty weather. Oh boys & gurls it is a sight to see, the 14 ft Red Cedars that front the back property were bending, and then whipping in crazy circles.

It is in those blustery moments that most Texans put on their boots and  check the tornado closet, as this Wise Mistress did.

Now .. as  promised, I bring you the final chapter of our erotic story …

Chance Is A Strange Mistress Part 2

Easing me onto my back on the black leather covered couch, she set about undressing me.  I reclined passively and lost myself in sensual bliss.  The pulsating music from the hi-fi had a narcotic effect upon my senses, removing the last of my inhibitions as easily as Lola was stripping me of my clothes.

Her fingers were almost icy against my skin, yet the slightest touch left behind a curiously electrifying afterglow.  An eternity seemed to pass before my cock was finally released, shamelessly erect for this strange and exciting lover.  She stroked it with her fingers, caressed it with her tongue and covered every inch in feather light kisses.  I raised myself onto my elbows, so that my eyes could participate in the orgy of sensations.  I vowed that, later, I would do for Lola exactly what she was doing for me, though hardly with such practiced finesse.

As her mouth enveloped me, her black hair cascaded over my belly.  I moaned contentedly as my shaft sank into the hot depths of her throat.  She raised her head briefly, swept back her hair, and then swallowed me again.  Her teeth lightly grazed my stalk, the slight pain being instantly soothed by the delicate caress of her lips.  All the while, her long red fingernails rasped lightly over my scrotum.

I willed away my climax, in order that this delicious torment might never end, whilst simultaneously aching for release.  Lola controlled me every inch of the way, with the artistry of her mouth and fingers, until finally she was ready to receive my tribute to her.  My very being seemed to erupt into her mouth, to be swallowed with greedy relish.  As I subsided in the rosy, breathless aftermath, I knew for certain I would never be the same again.

We shared a cigarette; neither needing words to convey the sense of mutual satisfaction.  When the smoke was finished, she led me upstairs, to a four-poster bed covered in purple satin, and the moment of truth.
 
I lay back, still the passive initiate, obediently offering my wrists to the set of handcuffs she produced.  She chained my wrists and ankles to the bedposts, kissed me briefly and allowed me to taste my own semen from her mouth, then stood up and turned her back to me.  I licked my lips as the silk robes slid from her narrow shoulders and pooled on the cream carpeted floor.  My cock head reared from my belly, in fresh anticipation.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder.

I nodded vigorously.  “Yes, Lola.  Oh God, yes!  I’ve never wanted anything so much.”

She rolled the waistband of her briefs slowly down over her hips and allowed them to freefall down her long, shiny boots.  The twin mounds of her ass, firm and neatly defined, gleamed like rich black gemstones in the light from the bedside lamp.  As she turned slowly towards me, hands on hips, my heart seemed to leap into my throat.

My mouth fell open in astonishment.  Lola was a woman!  A real woman!  No tumescent tube of manhood dangled between her muscular thighs.  Instead, I found myself staring at a neatly trimmed triangle of Venus, with lips that puckered in discreet invitation.  Before I could fully recover from the shock, she had climbed onto the bed and was offering her sex to my mouth.

I kissed, tasted, and explored her hot, moist depths; uncertain whether I was more relieved or disappointed.  I had been ready to perform deep throat, ready even to submit to the ultimate act of passivity. Smiling at my own foolishness, I buried my face in her intoxicating sex.

When I was ready once more and she was steeped in the juices of her own passion, she slithered down to my waiting erection; her soaking slit kissing me warmly en route.  Gripping my throbbing tool in her right fist, she lowered herself onto it.  As I watched it slowly disappear between her thighs, I was glad she had turned out to be a woman, after all.

My chains rattled as she rode me, fingernails raking my chest, head thrown back in ecstasy.  Just as I was once again nearing the point of no return, she stopped unexpectedly and rested against me, her bullet like nipples brushing my chest.  Her sex maintained the grip of a slick vice on my aching cock.

“You’re sure?” she breathed.

“Of what?”

“Of me.  Of us.  In a moment, there will be no turning back.  This is forever.”

“Forever,” I murmured dreamily, stirring gently within her.  “I’m yours, Lola, yours forever.”

“I knew it the instant our eyes met,” she purred.  “I just had to be certain.  You won’t regret this, my darling.”

I had a few seconds of clarity then, just enough to realize what Harry had been trying to tell me.  Lola had changed him forever, made him one of them.  Now, it was my turn.

I cannot remember how I reacted when she drew back her upper lip, revealing a pair of long canine teeth that glinted like snow-white daggers.  I know I cried out as they sank into my jugular vein and my new life began with a shattering climax.

      THE END

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Could it be?

Kinky sex -with a full [...]]]> A Bright Good Morning Dear Readers!  You know darlings, Miss Viv knows what kinds of fantasies take over your dreams and leave you all sticky in the morning.  I also know that every so often, you need to recast the characters in that perverted stage production, running in your brain.

Could it be?

Kinky sex -with a full cast of Beautiful People?  The stage set in sumptous  opulence of a penthouse party, you taking the male lead to a Powerful and intriguing Woman. Yes darlings, Miss Viv knows, and is posting this sexy story, submitted by a favored slut,  staring his own troupe of  tainted Thespians – and coming  to a Wet Dream in your bed – soon!

Chance Is A Strange Mistress, by Christopher L

 Part 1

 Chance is a strange Mistress.  On more than one occasion, she has turned my life inside out.  It was chance that gave me my very first break in the music business, by sending Harry Raeburn to the wrong Club XS, on a talent spotting expedition.  There, he witnessed me stretching my lungs on a rack of full-blooded R&B standards, backed by a threesome of enthusiastic amateurs.  Harry liked what he heard and offered to manage me.  He would never have seen me in the first place, had my fickle Mistress not struck down the band’s lead singer with laryngitis, leaving me to stand in.

Even after I had signed my first recording deal, Mistress Chance was not through with me.  My name just happened to bear an uncanny similarity to another artist, who was already well on the way to mega stardom.  The release of my first single coincided with the follow-up to his previous chart topper and I found myself famous by accident.  I would never be the kind of star who attracted screaming teenage girls wherever he went, but I was a star nonetheless. 

 Mistress Chance had been good to me and I would be forever grateful.  But all the time, she had been saving me for Lola – the masterstroke that made even fame pale into insignificance and changed my life forever.

 I should have suspected her machinations, when my jet was delayed at the airport, leaving me late for the recording of a TV show.  I was about to go home when I remembered Harry’s party, in honor of his third divorce and decided I might as well salvage something from the evening.

 By Harry’s standards, the party was a modest affair.  No mega-breasted blondes or outrageous drag queens and only a handful of doped up rockers.  Ex-wife number three must have really taken him to the cleaners.

 The lady in red appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, like a hand grenade tossed into the party.  Jaws dropped, eyes widened, conversations curled up and died in mid-sentence and the music seemed to freeze in the air around the amplifiers.  I thought of Mistress Chance.  Had she been made flesh, she would surely have taken the shape of this dusky apparition.

 Tall and sleek, with eyes as satanic as her mane of jet-black hair, she exuded an aggressive sexuality.  Her lithe frame was poured like black coffee into a suit of shiny scarlet rubber, adorned with silver hoops, chains, padlocks and studs.  Her boots, laced almost to her thighs, twinned with her black rubber gloves and sported lethally spiked heels. 

 As Harry greeted her, she scanned his guests, like a voracious predator.  Our eyes met in that old clichéd way, across a crowded room, and I felt my mouth go dry.  In those few seconds, a lifetime passed.  When she looked away again, my soul lay naked and bleeding on the floor.

 She took her time before approaching me, allowing me to compose myself.  She’s gotta be kinky, I found myself thinking.      

 ”Chris, at last we meet,” she greeted, flashing a sparkling smile.

 Her smoky voice raised a sudden suspicion that all might not be what it seemed. 

 ”The pleasure’s all mine,” I replied, shaking her hand.  “Do you make a habit of exploding into a room like that?”

 ”First impressions last,” she answered.  “My name is Lola.”

 I smiled.  “As in the song?  L-O-L-A – Lola.”

 She smiled back.  “Zero out of ten for originality.  Harry tells me you’re only here because Mistress Chance hexed your wings.”

 I looked amazed.  “Either you’re a mind reader, or we both call twists of fate by the same name.”

 ”I’m a disciple of destiny,” she said.  “If one is to be a slave, it’s better to submit willingly and with pleasure.  You and I have a lot in common.”

 I agreed, even as I grew ever more suspicious that one of those things we had in common sat snugly in our underwear.

“Here’s to Mrs. Raeburn number four,” she said, raising her champagne glass.

 I raised mine in response.  “You must be one of Harry’s most jealously guarded friends.  Do you and he go back a long way?”

 ”You could say that,” she replied.  “I don’t see Celine Garrison here.”

 ”Celine and I are history,” I replied.  “I was just something to keep her amused, in between film stars.”

 ”I have a very interesting story about being in between film stars,” Lola purred.  “Maybe I’ll share it with you later.  Mind if I take one of your cigarettes?”

I held out my cigarette pack, then my lighter.  She exhaled lazily, studying me through a nicotine cloud.  Nothing reserved about this lady.  I decided to continue thinking of her as a bona-fide member of the female sex, for the time being.  There was always the chance I might be allowing her name to lead my imagination astray.

 ”I know I may regret this question,” I said.  “But are you a fan of mine?”

 ”The truth?”

 I winced.  “Sounds painful.”

 ”I loved Butterfly Rose,” she replied.  “It had that kind of Parisian cafe, chain smoked Gitanes sensuality, if you know what I mean.  The rest of your stuff is a touch too pasteurized for my liking.  A voice like yours shouldn’t be buried beneath layers of production.  Now I’ve offended you, haven’t I?”

 ”A little constructive criticism never hurt,” I lied.  “What do you do?”

 She smiled enigmatically.  “I work black magic.  Excuse me a minute.”

 Now that I had the chance, I thought I should probably go.  But there was a simple reason why I chose to stay.  I was drawn to Lola – lady or otherwise – and certain the feeling was mutual.  It might be best to abandon myself to Mistress Chance and enjoy it.  If a rock star couldn’t take an occasional walk on the wild side, who could?

 Harry nudged me.  “You and Lola seem to be getting along nicely.”

 ”She’s an interesting lady,” I replied.

 ”More interesting than you could ever imagine.”

 My manager obviously thought I had no idea what I was dealing with.  I decided to string him along and looked at him enquiringly.

 ”What do you mean?”

 He took a deep breath.  “Lola is… different.  You could be setting yourself up for a nasty shock, to put it mildly.”

 ”You mean she’s not what she seems?” I whispered excitedly.

 ”I guess that’s what I mean,” he answered awkwardly.  “I know this might sound insane, but I have to warn you, for your own good.  Lola is a……”

 ”I have a fair idea what Lola is,” I interrupted.  “And between you and me, Harry, I don’t give a damn.”

 He whistled softly.  “Well, you’re a dark horse!  There’s no way she came out and told you, so how did you figure it out?”

 ”Let’s just say I’m not as stupid as I look,” I replied.  “I’ll bet my next royalty check you and she are more than just good friends.”

 ”Were,” he corrected.  “Lola conquers and moves on.  There are a lot of us around, Chris, and it looks like you’re ready to join the club.  I’ll warn her to be gentle with you.”

 ”Who said I wanted gentle?” I retorted.  “I’m going to grab another drink before she comes back.  I think I may need it.”

 Harry still looked uncomfortable.  He seemed on the point of saying something else, but then just shrugged, patted me on the back and disappeared.  A moment later, Lola returned.

 ”Has Harry been telling you all my secrets?” she inquired.

“He wouldn’t be such a spoilsport,” I answered.

“So you like mysteries?”

 ”I’m not overly fond of predictability,” I said, producing my cigarette again.

 She accepted another and moved closer as I lit it.  She was marking me as hers for the night, to the exclusion of all others.  I had a suspicion she would prefer a little more resistance on my part.  A determination to force the truth, perhaps.  She must surely have realized I was not taking her at face value.

 She sipped a Bloody Mary and smoked three more of my cigarettes, while I related the high points of my life story, with particular emphasis on the role of Mistress Chance.  Lola was an excellent listener, though far less inclined to reveal anything too personal, about her own life.

 ”I’m a traveler,” she said.  “I collect experiences and enjoy people, or vice-versa.”

 ”You make people sound like trophies,” I said.

 ”They are, if we’re totally honest,” she replied.  “It’s a shame we feel it necessary to coat ourselves in bullshit, don’t you think?”

 I laughed.  “If you’ll pardon me for sounding patronizing, you don’t look old enough to have such a cynical view of the world.”

 Lola smiled cryptically.  “I’m older than I look.”

 The transition from the party to her black Porsche took place as though in a dream.  I could not recall the bridge between both, even though I was far from drunk.  She slipped a CD into the hi-fi.  Reverberating to a thunderous techno beat, the Porsche bulleted us forth into the waiting arms of destiny, with a squeal of tires.

 You drive like you have a death wish,” I observed, as the needle nudged ninety.        

 Light me another cigarette,” she told me.  “I don’t want to take my hands off the wheel.”

 ”Wise,” I muttered.

 That was not a word I thought could be applied to myself, at that moment.

 ”My domain isn’t far,” she promised.

 I guessed she would wait until we were there to reveal her true self.  I was tempted to place a hand on her thigh and feel beneath that skin of scarlet rubber for myself, but a vision of death in a speeding sports car kept me restrained.

 ”Chez Lola,” she announced shortly afterwards, swinging into the gravel driveway of ivy walled gothic mansion.

 ”Nice domain,” I commented as I followed her inside, observing the graceful poetry of her firm, rubber sheathed buttocks.

 Until that night, I had thought there was little left for me to learn about myself.  How wrong I had been!  She escorted me down a long hallway and into the lounge.  Before offering me a drink, she put a CD on the hi-fi.  Lola was obviously one of those people who could scarcely function without a soundtrack.

 ”Can’t you stand the sound of silence?” I asked.

 ”I can’t stand anything by Simon and that other guy,” she replied.

 As soon as I was settled on the couch with a drink, she excused herself, promising to be back in a minute.  What’s it going to be? I wondered.  Whips and chains?  A combination of exquisite pleasure and unspeakable pain?  Lola was almost an S&M stereotype.  The prospect of being at her mercy excited me, but not as much as my imminent “discovery”.

 I wondered how I would handle it, once the moment arrived.  Would I suddenly find myself unable to proceed, despite my best intentions?  Or might I respond with the passion of one whose darkest desire was at last being realized?

 I did not hear her return, but she was suddenly beside me, the rubber sheathed vision transformed into a white silk dream, wrapped in acres of the transparent fabric.  She still wore her boots and, underneath the flowing robes, a pair of virginal white satin briefs.

 Her red glossed lips reached hungrily for mine, long fingers straying towards the swell of my crotch.  My hands weaved clumsily through the silk web, seeking the soft flesh underneath.  Her baby smooth skin was cool to the touch.  She was almost flat chested.  The buds of her dark brown nipples swelled instantly between my fingers.  I longed to roam downwards with my hands and discover the truth of her, but the time was not yet right.  I sensed she wished to play out the charade a while longer.

 Our mouths finally parted, leaving a silvery thread of saliva dangling between us.

 ”I want to possess you!” she whispered breathlessly.

“Anything you want,” I replied.

 ”Anything?”

 ”Oh yes.  I’m yours for the taking, L-O-L-A, Lola.”

 She smiled.  “You say all the right things, darling.”

 END OF PART 1

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So while I was outside puttering and dead-heading my [...]]]> Good Morning Dear Readers! I’m just in from the garden and out of the shower, sitting here wrapped in the new bath towel that some lovely fan sent me. Happy sigh! You know Friends, it is good to be me! Thank you darlin’ I feel so yummy!

So while I was outside puttering and dead-heading my flower garden, I got to day-dreaming the morning away. Sipping my coffee in the gazebo, I could hear my naughty neighbor cleaning his pool and whistling some inane tune that I know will be stuck in my brain for the rest of the day.But he was lookin’ fine, shirtless and glistening.

He reminds me of a caller of mine, who plays the attentive cabana boy in our kinky vacation fantsies. Oh he’s a treat for sure. The perfect age, the right nature with a smoothly shaved body that showed all the extra miles he rides to stay in such tip top shape.

So sexy in so many ways, I find myself day dreaming about him with my morning coffee.

I love our setting, poolside at the resort he runs – sharing cocktails with my BFFs in a comfycabana and teasing the help. My devoted fans know the girls in my entourage, miss pink and slut tracey – both blonde and beautiful and So Much fun to run with – they make fine bait on a summer’s day.

Sometimes it takes 4 to tango. <g>

We wiled away the afternoon, keeping our buff boy stepping and fetching – till the sun went down, and he clocked out. It was then, with the canvas sides of the cabana drawn closed, that the real fun began.

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With that in mind, [...]]]> Greetings my tease and denial pets and a happy Thursday! Your Miss Viv knows what wild fantasies run through your lil brains, making you randy and so ready to pick up the phone for some sensual phone sex. Now fess up, I know you dream of being controlled by sexy and confident Woman!

With that in mind, I bring you a story I just KNOW will get you grabbing for your cock and wishing your favorite Fem Dom was there to take your call.

The Strip Tease

“How’s the love life?” she asked me soon after she arrived, “but more importantly, how long since you’ve been laid?”

Her name was Alissa. She was always very direct about sex and it wasn’t an odd question for her. I had been seeing her sporadically for six months or so but never as a steady thing. I knew she wasn’t a steady girlfriend type of woman the first night I met her and that was a disappointment but the sex had been anything but. We had a sort of fuck-buddy relationship going on and it was great.

I hadn’t been laid for four weeks. No steady girlfriend and no luck on the dating scene. The last sex I had was with her. I told her this and then asked if she knew any likely woman who could save a sex starved man such as myself with a good old fashioned hard-core session of serious love.

Her smile said yes but she said no, then paused. “Unless………..you were willing to play along with a particular kink a certain woman I know is feeling a need to feed” she said with mock seriousness, “then perhaps I could arrange a little sexual release for you.”

I asked if the woman in question was desirable woman.

“Quite” she replied.

“Nice ass?”

“Oh, a very sweet ass, I’d say its is the size and shape of mine”

“Blonde?”

“No, dark hair, in fact it’s the same color and length as mine.”

“Nice tits?”

“Of course. I’d say they are the size and shape of mine.”

“Well then, as long as this kink she is feeling involves sex, I’m in. But I have a sneaking suspicion this woman may be you.”

“My ruse is uncovered” she said with her hand to her forehead in mock distress, “stay here and I’ll be right back.”

She went outside to her car and I thanked my lucky stars. A huge erection was pushing out the crotch of my pants and it stiffened even more when she came back in and I saw what she was carrying.

She had a pair of handcuffs and a little coil of rope.

I joked that I had been a Boy Scout and knew a few good knots. She matter-of-factly told me I was going to be wearing but not tying any knots.

——–

Little does he know, the girl he thought was just a run of the mill hottie, may turn out to be the Fem Dom of his dreams.

She had seen a movie in which the male hero is taken prisoner by the bad guys and tied to a chair. One of the bad “guys” is a beautiful bad girl who is left alone at one point to watch over their hero prisoner. This bad girl straddles the hero’s lap, pulls out his dick, and rapes him. This, she said, is what she wanted to do.

I was game, although I would have liked to just throw her down on the floor and fuck her immediately without the preliminary games. My cock was about to bust through my zipper and give out a rebel yell it was so ready for action.

I sat in the chair fully clothed. She handcuffed my hands behind the chair seat and then tied the cuff’s middle chain to the chair so I couldn’t just stand up and be free. She wanted me to be helpless, she said, her prisoner, her plaything, her victim.

She came around and undid my pants and pulled them aside and pulled out my cock. It stood there throbbing at attention. She stood looking at me for a moment and then started taking off her clothes.

She was completely naked standing there in front of me and she tells me she has to make a call. I couldn’t believe it but she went and got my phone, came back and leaned naked on the table, and called a girlfriend of hers.

I was a little pissed she even made the call, but as I sat there looking at her naked body I was even more turned on. I just stared at her trimmed pussy, her tits, her flat stomach, and the little lizard-looking tattoo on the front of her hip. She was making plans for tomorrow night and there I was sitting cuffed and in dire sexual need. At one point she put her right foot up on the table spreading her pussy out for view. She saw I liked that and pulled both feet up onto the table and spread her legs further while lifting herself off the table balanced on her feet and on one hand. Not an easy move to do while holding a phone and carrying on a conversation.

Finally she finished and turned her attention to me. But she faced away from me and leaned down on the table showing me her pretty ass. “You know I loved to be fucked doggy style,” she said “hits my pussy just right and makes me come quicker than any other position. I also like to take a dick in my ass. With fingers working my clit at the same time it can be really great and it feels so invasive, not like in my pussy at all.”

I was a little shocked by this speech. I told her I’d like to have a shot at her doggy style and in any opening she wanted. She ignored me.

She sat on the table corner and then laid back on the table, pointing her legs up into the air. “I just love to fuck” she continued, working her clit with one finger. “I love the feeling of a big man on me and in me, nothing else like it and I love it and do it more than most women I think.” She was quiet for a moment, slowly masturbating with one finger. “I’ve eaten pussy a few times before too, but it’s not the same kick, trading tongues with a woman. It’s dick for me, but I do love the taste of pussy.” She brought her finger from her pussy to her mouth and sucked it

—

She sat up and stretched. I was electrified with lust and enjoying this show. She moved to the center of the table, kneeled and sat on her heels and just looked at me.

“We can start that rape thing anytime you want now” I said but she just sat there looking. She was playing me and I had the feeling she had something all planned out, she was being so deliberate.

She put each foot on a corner of the table and then leaned back onto her hands and lifted herself off of the table and started gyrating her body up and down. She was waving her pussy in my face almost, legs and pussy spread wide.

She stopped and stood on the table, putting her hands on the ceiling. “Excluding my pussy, which has its obvious appeal, what is the sexiest part of my body?”

In my state of arousal, it was all sexy. With her standing there looking so good to me, in my state she was like a sexual goddess. “Your breasts” I answered with a quiver of excitement in my voice.

“They are pretty good” she said and held each one up to her mouth and kissed and sucked its nipple.

“But I think my sexiest part is my ass. I think I have a great ass.” She turned and proudly poked her ass out to me. “Don’t you think so, don’t you want to fuck it?”

I told her of course I thought so, and that I wanted to fuck it now, immediately. She just turned around and smiled. Then with one hand she began to masturbate. First while standing there on the table and then on a chair right in front of me. She bought herself to an orgasm with a little squeal.

Then she took a dildo out of her purse and I began to complain. I told her it was a great show but that it was time for the second act, and with a real dick not a stand-in. All she said was “Don’t make me get out the gag, prisoner.” I shut up. This was not like anything I had ever done and I was enjoying it, although my dick was about to explode from the strain.

She fucked herself with that dildo right in front of me and it was spectacular. It turned me on so much I was shivering and I had to think about something else to avoid blowing my load at the sight of it. Her body shuddered and she moaned ever so slightly as she worked. That sound was so filled with sex, the animal pleasure of pure sex, I don’t think a woman can make a sexier sound than she did with that moan.

After she came she lay down languidly on the table and looked me in the eye. She stretched and stared and I was silent, waiting for whatever was going to come next. She got up onto her knees. She looked at my exposed dick and balls and broke out in a laugh and said “I guess blue-balls isn’t just an old joke.”

I looked and it did seem my balls had a bluish color developing. “Just fuck me Alissa” I said, the tone of begging not very hard to recognize.

“You want a fucking?” she asked. “I don’t know, I’m feeling pretty satisfied myself.”

“Please” I said.

“Say ‘pretty pretty please’.”

“Pretty, pretty pretty, PLEASE!” I said, and I meant it. I wanted her worse than I ever remember wanting a woman. It had been too long since I had sex last, too long of a prick tease.

She got down on her hands and knees and came to the edge of the table and looked down at me. Her hair draping over her left shoulder, her tits dangling down. I could smell her and see how sexually excited she was, enjoying her little sexual power trip and tease.

“Look at that hard dick” she said in a low deep voice, “I can see it throbbing with your heartbeat, I can see veins sticking out on it.”

She sat back on the table with her legs spread, and just looked at me for a minute or more. She reached her fingers down and spread the lips of her pussy, spreading her legs even further apart.

“It wants this pussy so, so bad” she said again in the low deep voice, “it wants to go in, slide in, slam in, it’s made for this pussy, to fuck it, to come in it.”

That was all I could stand. I hit orgasm. I think the words “slide in, slam in” created a mental sexual picture that was too much to resist in my excited state. Come shot into the air again and again, landing on my pants, my legs, my floor.

She just sat back watching and grinned a wicked grin.

This, she admitted, was what she was after. She wanted to make me come without touching my dick. She wanted to prick tease me to an orgasm. She said it made her feel powerful and sexy, and besides, it was fun.

She let me up and apologized very briefly for misleading me. She said it wouldn’t have worked as well if she had told me what she was attempting to do. She had been much nicer then what her first plan had called for which was tying me up and getting me hot and then leaving for awhile to let me think about it. She had decided on the phone call while nude in front of me instead. It was to heat me up to a simmer before she brought me up to a boil.

She then fucked me for two hours, with full touching of my dick, including a serious blow-job. I was ravenous for her body and I used her hard, which was probably her goal in this entire little game. I also ate my fill of that pussy that had tantalized me so much.

It was fabulous, all of it.

THE END

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It [...]]]> Good Sunday Cuppy Cakes! I’m up before the birdies today, doing a little bit of catch up work while the house is quiet. Everyone around here has been sick from all the dampness, hackin’ and sneezing and wishing for sunshine – so if I sound a little froggie on Talk Shoe today, you’ll know why.

It has been a Very busy month both at work and here at home. My garden is muddy, but blooming like Crazy! The butterfly bush in front of the carraige house is now 3 foot high and has taken over, so I’m wondering when the heck it is going to flower!

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