And I love it when . . .

He is stood behind you, hands pushing down on your shoulders forcing your face into the pillows of our bed, forcing your chest down against the mattress which in turns raises your ass so much closer to him. 

He digs his hips into your ass. And again. And again. You can hear the grunting in your ear and he can feel your body begging to be taken.

And I can see it all.

I can see him.

I can see you.

His cock near your ass while your own betrays your body. 

I can see the pleading in your eyes, pleading for him to fuck your ass, pleading for me to make it stop before he's really begun.  I can hear your breath, short sharp breaths as if you are struggling to get the air into your lungs to be able to exhale properly. 

And as I nod at him, telling him it is OK to proceed, the coldness of the lubricant makes you shiver as firstly you feel a finger, then two sliding between your cheeks. I see you tense, he feels you tense and you can feel his breath, hot and heavy on your neck as he pushes into you further and further. 

He pulls you up into a triangle, your ass in the air, face pushed down into the pillow and I can hear you groaning as he reaches round to your stiffened cock.  Breathing quickens, sporadic bursts of breath, sharp and fast.  You feel the tip of his cock sliding between your cheeks causing you to tense further still and I can see how much he loves to ride your ass, and there is such a desperation playing out before me. 

From him.

From you.

A frantic animalistic fucking. 

I shiver at the sight before me, it hits me right in the pit of my stomach. 

Him fucking you, while I watch you being fucked.  I do not break my gaze, not from you, not from this sight.

Your body is filled with sensations so intense, they flood your being and you are rocking against his hand, pushing back on his cock that is plunging deep in and out of your ass.  And it is clearly evident that you are loving him riding your ass. 

And still I watch.  Taking in every fucking beautiful image that is playing out before me.

You are moaning, groaning, urging him on, urging him in deeper. And there is screaming and it is him and it is you as the rhythmic thrusts into your ass that is screaming loudest, begging, pleading. 

And the blood rushes to your ears, drowning out the screams, the breathing, the gasps from you both.

His body twitches.  His cock is pulsing and as you tense your ass around him he fills you with his warm load.  Breathing is frantic.

And I am watching still as you fall into the pillow.  A beautiful sight. 

And baby, I love it when you're ass fucked.

Swallow to the root.

" Your mouth is an erogenous zone, no question about it - but in its entirety. 

The back of your mouth, tongue, palate and throat have a different range and number of nerve endings than the sensitive front of your mouth, but they transmit messages of pleasure to your brain and genitals just the same.

Sucking (suckling) and swallowing in an erotic context stimulates nerve pathways whose function is to build on your arousal levels, including the production of the arousal hormone, oxytocin. We get physical gratification from oral stimulation and we get it in spades when we swallow our lover to the root."

- Violet Blue

I wiill remind him of this (amongst other things) when the time comes.

When his time comes.

Silent Movie

I am sat next to him on the sofa, his legs outstretched they seem to go on forever.

I imagine them naked, my tongue working up the inside of his thigh, working its way gently until I reach his cock that I can see outlined beneath the material of his trousers.

My mind drifts from his legs to wondering how far down my throat his cock would reach, I am sure that it would fill me going on the bulge within his trousers.  As my eyes wander upwards, I see his eyes watching me appraise his body.  I look at him, feel my cheeks redden a little as if he can see the images that rush through my mind. 

Our gaze doesn't break, not even when you come into the room with the drink that I had asked you to fetch for us.  You stand there watching me, watching him, and I don't need to look at you to know what you're feeling or thinking.  I can sense the daggers flying from you to him, the rising jealousy coming from the pit of your stomach.  I know that you are hating him right now. Loving this right now. Knowing those feelings grow within you, make the feelings grow within me even more.  They go straight to the pit of my stomach, a flurry of excitement and deep arousal gushing through my veins, while your own body is engulfed in jealousy at the closeness of him and I.

You hold out the drinks and I am forced to break my gaze.  I stare at you, raising my eyebrows slightly.  You lower your eyes and blush and know what you have done and yet, you couldn't seem to help yourself.  You also know that I will deal with that interruption later.

You kneel down by my leg and I feel the grip that you take getting tighter by the moment, trying to draw reassurance.  I do not respond or acknowledge, instead choosing to ignore your tightening hold, as if you're afraid to let go for fear of forever losing all that you have.  You continue to watch me and him.

I lean across the sofa, leaning in to whisper into his ear "He's all yours" 

I remove my leg from your grip and stand to walk away.  From the floor you look at me, your eyes beseeching, searching for an answer, waiting for me to tell you to follow.

I don't.

You look bewildered, scared, dismayed that I am leaving you there.  You not being aware of my plans for you. 

Instead I walk out of the room, leaving you with him. Leaving the look of fear in your eyes, your reddening cheeks, your twitching cock.

I head to the garden with my drink, taking a seat on a chair that I know if I swivel around on I will be able to see you through the glazed doors. 

I sip my drink slowly, savouring the coldness of the liquid, thankful for the chance to moisten my mouth that was so dry from anticipation, from knowing what was going to happen.  The feelings that your growing jealousy sparked within me, my beast is prowling.  The beast is aching to be released and let free. I resist turning round for a short time, but what feels like an age.  I want to watch your struggles.

I want to see you.

And him.

I turn around on my chair, just in time to see you take his huge cock in your mouth.  His hands pulling you in closer by your hair, I see you gag and choke on the cock that is forcing its way into your mouth, the same cock I had only moments before, been envisaging down my own throat.

As my own arousal builds, I close my thighs tighter to revel in my own feelings, the ones that seeing you with him have created.  The ones that have gone straight to my cunt.

And I watch him.  Fucking your mouth. Complete disregard for the fact that you are choking and coughing and gagging on him every time he forces his cock deeper and deeper into your throat.  And I am watching him take you.  And I can see the tears forming at your eyes from where he is taking you.

You are Gagging. Choking. Taking him in deep, all of him.

It is like watching a most beautiful silent movie.  His hands tearing at your hair, forcing you onto him.  Forcing himself deeper in to you.  His own arousal as he approaches and releases his own orgasm.  A scene played out from start to finish.  A most beautiful scene.

I see him lean into you, whisper something in your ear, while making himself decent.  He turned, looked at me through the window, a nod. A smile. And he leaves.

I go back into the room you are still on the floor where I left you.  Where he left you.

Exhausted. Drained. Spent. 

I kiss you gently on the forehead and wait for you to come back to me, waiting for you to catch your breath.

Holding you close as you collapse into me, your arms gripping tightly around my legs as I stroke your head.

You smile.

I know that we will do this again.

I was the first . . .

I watched her face, the tears rolling down her cheeks, the moans and groans that escaped her beautiful lips, the screams that she let out as my hand went deeper still.

 

She was shy and filled with guilt and shame as she cried out for me to fuck her harder, my hand willingly obliging.

 

The pain on her face was exquisite, ecstasy swept over her body like an electric charge, as she came over my hand in a frenzy.  She bucked and twisted, as my fist plunged in and out of her, stretching her, feeling her.  I could feel her muscles twitching and straining with wave after wave of orgasm.  I didn't relent, not even when she stopped, wanting to force every last orgasm from her innocent body.

I held her when it was over, rocking her.  Stroking her hair. Kissing her gently. Wiping her shame filled tears from her beautiful cheeks as I whispered into her ear that she was beautiful when she came.

 

I was the first person to put a hand inside her. 

 

She was the first I had put my hand inside.

You knew

You leaned in and kissed him.

It was dark, yet light enough for people in the crowd to see.  You pulled him in closer, lips strong, tongues probing, as his stubble rubbed against yours.

Those close by watched with mouths agape, as tentatively his tongue began to explore your mouth, my hand pushing on the back of your head, encouraging you, forcing you in closer and deeper.

The pressure of my hand pushing you to know without doubt what I wanted.

Your legs begin shaking as your knees begin to bend.  Your mouth working its way down his body.

You knew what lay ahead.

You knew where your mouth was heading. You knew what you had to do, albeit not really wanting to do it.

You knew.

Taking it all

I sat on the edge of the bed and you knelt on the floor before me, your head lowered.  If your eyes had been open you would have only seen my naked legs and the floor before you.  You are breathing deeply, slowly.

I bring your face up to look at me, looking deep into your eyes.

I watch you for the longest of moments, I can tell that you have so many thoughts running through your mind.  You're on edge. Nervous. Scared.  I touch your face gently, my finger tracing the outline of your face, your cheeks and chin.

I kiss you gently.

You feel my fingers playing with and running through your hair, it makes you shiver, it makes you relax and pushes you into the deepest of spaces.  Your eyes drop, you lower your head and I lift your chin with my hand bringing your eyes up to meet my own.

I can see the fear in your eyes, the fear mixed with the look which says "I trust you" regardless of how filled with fear that you are.

I smile at you.

Reassuring you that you are in safe hands, gently stoking your cheek as you lean into my hand to gain a swift moment of comfort, your eyes closing slightly as you breath in deeply all of the feelings that come from the slightest of touch. And I feel you relax into my hand, lapping up its touch against your flushed face.

I continue to look into your eyes, not breaking the gaze, undressing you slowly, until you are naked before me.  I am still watching you intently until your eyes break away and look down.  I lift your chin again with a little more force and instruct you to keep it there.  I push my forefinger in between your lips, forcing them apart, your mouth opens for me, like a baby bird receiving the food from its mother. Your tongue gently circling the finger that is in your mouth

I know that you are ready, instructing you to open your mouth wider and to close your eyes.  I see the fear growing deep within them as I push you back a little, then step up and move gently away.  You close your eyes, your mouth is still wide open.  I see you moving your tongue, swallowing trying to wet the dryness of your mouth.

The door opens and he steps forward, walking into the room until he is standing before you.  You feel his cock at your lips and I see you recoil at this unknown and unwanted intrusion, my hand reaches around your head holding you still, making sure that you do not pull away from him, or from me.  I push you forward onto the length of his cock, it slowly glides into your mouth and into the back of your throat.  

You gag, cough and splutter and he withdraws a little so you can catch your breath.  My hand grips your head, reaching into and taking a fistful of your hair.  I push your mouth back down the length of his cock, you close your lips around him, dropping your throat this time to take him further. You gently suck as he pulls back out and we all hear the deep moan that escapes from your throat as I grip your hair more tightly and as you eagerly, hungrily take his cock back into your mouth.  

His cock is hard, thick and throbbing in your mouth,  your own is beginning to harden at the intrusion into your mouth. I can tell from the expression upon your face that you have tasted the precum leaking from his cock, the first time you have tasted anothers.

My hand keeps your head still as he pumps his cock harder and deeper into your mouth.  You are gagging and choking, tears forming at the corner of your eyes and running down your cheeks. I wipe them away with my other hand as he continues to fuck your mouth.  The movement speeding up, you adjust your head to allow his cock further into your throat, lessening the grip your lips have around him, allowing him in, harder and deeper. And he is speeding up. And you are taking it like a whore.  And your cock is aching and you are moaning between the choking, heaving and gagging. And I see the lust within your eyes, the longing, the pleading, and I know that you are here taking this for me, and it goes straight to my cunt.  And I am aching and longing, watching you loving the thing that you're hating, that you're loving it and taking it just for me.

And I encourage you gently, the cock whore that you are. And your eyes are glazed, glazed with desire and lust and longing.  And he is fucking your mouth and your throat and I am pushing your head further down onto him, his balls banging against your chin. 

And just when you think you're going to choke to death, you feel the warmth of his cum shoot down the back of your throat and you are gagging fiercely at the shock of the liquid.  

"Swallow it all" I whisper in your ear. "Swallow it all like the cock hungry whore that you are!" and you are milking him with your mouth, devouring him, taking him and his load into your mouth and down your throat.

And he pulls out from your mouth, your eyes moving up to meet my own, I look at you and smile, leaning forward I whisper gently in your ear "There's a good boy" and a smile spreads over your face as he pushes his cock back into your mouth as you're told to clean him up properly.  Sucking out every last drop.

"You enjoyed that didn't you?" I ask.

You nod, slowly.

Your face reddening from the humiliation that you're feeling at having sucked another mans cock.  Ashamed that you took him in your mouth, sucking him, milking him with your mouth, ashamed that your own hard cock betrayed the desire that you felt about something that you recoiled for only a moment before.

He steps back away from you and I stand before you, raising your chin up with my hand once more.  I look into your eyes, conveying how pleased I am with what you have just done for me, what you have taken for me.

"I . . .I.  ..thank you, for allowing me to be your whore" you manage to whisper.

I smile.

"Is there something else that I may do for you?" you ask smiling back.

"Maybe JoJo.Maybe"

The first time . . .

I could sense the anticipation that was building up within your body, I could see the fear within your eyes even though you were looking away from me. 

Your body trembled, we weren't even close, our skin even barely touching.  I lean forward over you, leaning close into your ear as I whisper gently into it.

"You ready?" I asked.

You nod your head slowly.  

"I asked if you are ready"

"I . . .I think so . . ." you said in a broken whisper and I could tell that your mouth was dry.  That the fear you were feeling was preventing you from talking.

"Tell me. Tell me that you are ready. Tell me what you want.  Tell me what you need"  I urge you, wanting to hear the words from your mouth. Wanting to hear you plead and beg, and ask for what you wanted.

"I need. . . I want . . .I oh god, I need . . .need to be . . ."

"What do you need? You need to be what?" I asked gently, encouraging you to speak, to open up.  I know that making you say it out loud will only add to the humiliation that you're feeling right now.  That you are ashamed of wanting what you want . . .what you need . . .even more so admitting it.

"I want . . .and oh god I want to be fucked.  I need to be fucked."  you speak in the gentlest of whispers.

"How much do you need it? Tell me how much you want it."

"Please. Please I want it so badly.  I need it so much."

You are almost begging now through your words, the sense of urgency screaming from the gentlest of whispers.  The tone clearly showing me the pleading from within and clearly showing the need that you have.  But yet, you also know that in begging, it sparks off the beast within me. It makes me want to hurt you.

But right now, your body is trembling as I touch you, as I run my hands over your back.  You are naked. On all fours before me.  Your arms shifting occasionally as they are shaking and struggling to keep you in that position.

"Please. Please fuck me. I. Want. It. So. Badly.  I need. It. So. Much."

You have turned your head to look at me, so that you can show me the meaning behind your pleadings.  I look into the depths of your eye as a tear forms in the corner of your eye.

"Are you sure it is what you want?"

I know that you are begging, pleading, desiring it so much. But I need to be sure.  I need to know that it is truly want you want. Even though you say it is, I give you one last chance to change your mind.

"Yes."

"Sure?"

"Yes. I want it so much. I need it so much.  Please? Please . . . " 

I stand away from you.

Watching the emotions seeping through your body.  The arousal of your cock betraying the desire that you have despite the fear in your eyes. 

And I turn and nod.

And he is stood behind you.

And he is pushing his cock into the entrance of your ass.

"Oh. My."


"Do you want to stop?" I ask, making sure that this is really what you want.

"No. God no. Don't stop.  I can feel it in me. . . .oh god . . .I can feel it going in me."

He starts to push his cock into your ass. You are gasping and sighing. Pleading and begging. Breathing and whimpering.  I am stood there watching him fucking you. 

"It's so big. Oh God. I need this so badly.  Please Sir, fuck me hard!"

And as I look at you pushing yourself back onto him. I look up at him and nod. Giving him the ok to do just what you asked for.

"Ok.  Fuck him.  Fuck him hard!"

And as I look down at you lost to the moment, that is exactly what he did.

A walk in the park

It is late. 

We left the party a short time ago, much later than planned. But we had been enjoying ourselves.  I had been teasing you relentlessly all evening.  The occasional whisper in your ear of what I was going to do to you when we finally made it home.

I could see the tricks your mind was playing on you. 

The fear of the unknown.

The arousal that this fear and these thoughts brought to your body; to your cock.  There was no hiding it.  And I would smile at your arousal, you would blush at the humiliation.

The streets are quiet and we walk home together, the only sound being our breathing, and footsteps upon the pavement, the heels of my boots, the sound of your shoes.  And even though it is the very late hours of the night, we take a short cut through the park.

"Come on, we will be fine. I will look after you" I say mockingly when he protests that it isn't safe to be walking through the park at this time of the night. 

"Isn't it I, who should be taking care of you?" he asks in return. 

I simply smile at him.

"Nothing is going to happen to me while I walk through the park.  However . . .who knows what will happen to you?" I laugh dismissively at him. Walking on ahead of him, as his mind plays scene after scene of all the things that could happen in the next 10 minutes from the tiniest of seeds I have just planted within his mind.

I want to hurt him. 

The beast has been prowling all night, it is desperate for escape.  I want to tease him, hurt him, mark him.  I want to hear him pleading and begging for me to stop as I scratch, twist, slap him.  Which makes me only want to hurt him all the more, just as his hesitancy right now makes me want to hurt him and I have to stop myself from doing so right there. 

I leave him standing there as I walk on ahead of him, my feet are now aching and tired.  I am needing a drink and am feeling aroused at being out in the open air.  There is something about being out in the open, the feel of the air against skin, the danger of being seen and found.  My mind drifts to thoughts of the last time we were in this park. Walking through I had sat on the bench, him kneeling between my legs, his face buried between my thighs as he brought me to an orgasm with his tonguue.  I had then made him walk the rest of the way home with my juices all over his face.  He hadn't been able to look up at anyone all of the way home for fear that someone would know what he had just done.

I smile at the memory of his humiliation.  My body reacting to the memory of the wonderful orgasm that he had brought me.  

"Will you hurry up!" I say to him, as he increases the pace of his walk to catch up. 

He seems on edge. Nervous somehow.  He looks around, not really being able to see anything in the darkness of the unlit park, but looking around anyway as if someone is going to jump out at us at any time. 

A short distance later, in the middle of the dark park, I sit down on the same bench we had before. I tell him that my feet are aching, that I need to remove my boots and that I will walk the rest of the way bare foot.  

He stands before me, and just as he leans down to unzip my boots the back of my hand comes swiftly across his face, knocking him off balance and onto the ground. 

He is stunned, shocked by the force of the slap, the few drinks he had earlier at the party rushing straight to his brain, his eyes have glazed over as I know that it hit his submissive psyche with the same force of contact that it made on his skin. 

Before he has time to recover, before he has any time to realise that we aren’t alone, that someone is behind him, grunting as they grab him by the hips and flip him over onto his stomach. He is still dazed from the slap across his face but realisation is starting to hit and he begins to lash out, trying to push this unknown person away.

He is struggling now.  Kicking. Lashing out. Trying to push him away.  He is shouting. Swearing.

A hand forces its way into his hair, pushing his face down hard into the dirt. 

He is beginning to plead now, begging to be let go, but instead he is forced further forward, a mouth full of dirt, he coughs and splutters up the bits of soil that found its way into his mouth.  

From his head, the hand slides down his back, pushing him down harder, pinning him between his shoulder blades. The other hand groping and finding their way in the dark to the top of his trousers.   

"Oh god. Please. No! Please stop!"  he begs. 

Hearing his begging; hearing his pleas goes straight to my cunt. 

But the stranger does not stop.

Instead he pulls them down harder, yanking the trousers down over his naked ass, catching them on his cock, which despite the pleas and the begging to stop is obviously aroused at the force in which he is being taken at that moment.

As the trousers reach his knees, he stops.  You are exposed.

“Please NO! No. No. . no . . .no . . . no . . .n . . . “ 

You realise you are fighting a battle that you can only lose.  You hear the stranger unzip his trousers and feel the hardness of his cock against your naked, exposed ass.  You are crying now. Slow tears beginning to fall into body wrenching sobs.

“Please don’t hurt us” 

You are pleading. 

You have no idea that I am still sat on the bench watching you.  Watching him hurting you.  I make no noise. No sound. No movement. 

Instead you begin to scream as you feel the head of his cock at the entrance to your ass.  And you scream louder still as you feel him force himself inside you.  He grunts and moans with each thrust, groping at your body, scratching you, hurting you. All of the things that I have been wanting to do to you all evening.

Your screams have turned into moans and groans. 

Moans and groans which turn into a state of arousal despite that you are there in the park, on your hands and knees being fucked in the ass by an unknown stranger. Your own cock is hard and protruding from your body.  Just as you begin to find your voice again, pleading with him to stop, he forces you down further into the ground.

He is fucking you.

Slapping you.

Hurting you.

With each thrust his grunts get louder, deeper, throatier.  You feel his body begin to spasm as you feel him come deep inside of you. 

“Noooooo . . .” you cry out “Please help  me, I am begging you to help me”

You are laid there, semi naked.

Your trousers still around your knees.  You are scared to move, scared of what may come next. Your body quivering.  You feel him move away from you as he pulls his cock from out of you.   And what seems like an eternity but is only a matter of seconds, you turn to look for me. Your mind trying to make sense of the invasion of your body. 

The stranger on the other hand, is stood in front of me. Where you had been only a short time before as you had bent to remove my boots.

I look at him.

Leaning into him as he embraces me.  My mouth making contact with his as I devour his mouth with my own.  His hands gripping my breast through the blouse I am wearing.

“I love you” he says.

I smile at him.

I look down where you are still exposed on the floor.

And then I smile at you.