Find me another
You stand, backlit by a street lamp, in the doorway of a bar, taking in the heavy scent of liquor and testosterone, your eyes darting greedily across the scene before you. You need a man. Two dozen or so, line an L-shaped counter, forming a cacophony of rattling laughter and glass. Almost immediately you spot three likely candidates, and having visited two bars already without luck, you are growing impatient. Almost randomly you pick the tall, tattooed guy, with carefully messed-up black hair and a Guinness. Using his savage but delicate body art as a way to open the conversation, it takes you just over three minutes for you to get to the point; does he want to fuck you? The twitch in his pants makes his eagerness evident, and you are impressed with the cool composure of his response. “Sure, why not?” he barely smiles as he pays his tab and slings a battered leather jacket over his shoulder.
“My husband will be watching,” you tell him as you both make your way to the door, “that okay?”
“Fine by me,” he shrugs, “as long as I don’t have to touch his cock.”
“Don’t worry fella,” you reassure him with a smile, “the only thing you’ll be touching, is me.”
I feel my erection begin to grow, the moment I hear you both enter the house, and by the time you walk into the bedroom I am at full mast. He looks bemused but not phased as he stares at me, tied firmly to the wooden chair, with two dozen leather straps, unable to even wriggle, black ball gag in my mouth. He glances down briefly at my twitching member and then turns to you and you kiss. Almost frantically, you undress each other, tasting each other’s bare flesh hungrily as it becomes exposed, and once naked, he throws you roughly onto the bed and buries his head between your legs. You have been wet all night and your thighs glisten as he begins to lap thirstily at you, his fingers digging into your butt, your hips pushing fiercely into his face.
You turn your head to look straight at me, letting me see the pleasure on your face, telling me how good it feels and how good he is. My cock throbs with desire, in time to the animal thrusting of your hips, drawing desperate moans from deep within me, echoing those that you and he are making. I can tell how close to orgasm you are by how hard your fingers claw at the soft cotton beneath you. Just as you are about to explode, you push him back and, panting wildly, tell him to fuck you.
He has a strong, proud shaft, thick and pulsating, veins standing out like vines climbing a great tree trunk, and I wonder how it is that you always manage to find guys with such big dicks. You gasp so loud, as he enters you, that it is almost a scream, and you tell me just how big he is and how powerful and how wonderful it feels getting fucked so hard by him. Jealousy mingles with excitement in my blood, making my mind swim and my soul fizz. In between cries of pleasure and heavy breaths, you whisper something to him. I know what it is you are saying and my aching cock bounces in anticipation.
Your orgasm crashes into you like great ocean waves battering a deserted shore, washing over you, drowning your senses, bursting into you and through you in a series of long hard shudders and spasms. Just as you asked, he pulls out as he comes and long, thick streaks of cum shoot hotly and repeatedly over your glorious, quivering breasts.
Still trembling with the aftermath of your orgasm, you climb off the bed, stagger over to me and remove the gag. We kiss and you tell me that you love me. He is impressive and already stiff again. Glancing over your shoulder, you see this and bend over in readiness, steadying yourself with your hands on my shoulders. He stands behind you and holds your hips, the tip of his rock hard prick stroking up and down between your butt cheeks, making you giggle. His cock is still drenched with both your juices and your barely wince as he drives his full length up your ass. As he builds up speed and force, you press your dripping breasts into my face, and I lick and swallow and rub my face into your tits, tasting him, covering my face with him. He reaches round and starts to rub ferociously at your clit, pounding you harder and harder, my chair rocking dangerously back and forth, and as you both come, you push back into him lifting your head, so that you can see my cum splattered face. As he bursts into you with a series of loud grunts, I ask you to touch me but you just pant and smile and wink at me.
After he pulls out you kneel and kiss me, your mouth open, his taste on your lips, his smell filling your nostrils, and by the time you stop, the stranger already has his clothes on and is headed for the door. You see him out and I hear you take a shower, and when you come back in, you are dressed and have your coat. “Where are you going?” I ask.
“Thought I’d go find me another.” you smile, giving my cock a little slap and almost making me come.
Heads or tails
we toss a coin. it lands heads up: me then. you look at me and smile and using silk scarves, you tie me, outstretched, by my wrists and ankles to the four bedposts of our massive bed – careful not tie me tightly but so that there is no way i could free myself. there is fire in your eyes tonight
at first you are gentle with me, covering me with kisses, telling me you love me, whispering it. then you mount me, dropping slowly and deeply onto me, groaning, your eyes closed, your head back. we flow into each other with purring, animal ryhthm. i yearn to touch your breasts but cannot and you laugh at me and touch them yourself. you feel me so well that you can stop nanoseconds before i reach the point of no return – and you do. you grin and shake your head when i beg you not to stop, to please please go on. you climb off me and bend down over me, kiss me and stare deep into my eyes.
the sparkle in your eye seems brighter tonight than normal, hotter somehow. i can see something wild in you. i sense mischief. you take my lower lip between you teeth playfully, your eyes fixed on mine. I shudder a little and you slide down me, kisses falling on my neck, my upper arms, my chest like a spring shower.
i feel some of the kisses become tiny little bites, not painful but sweet, but each one slightly sharper than the previous one – until one on my left bicep draws a sharp intake of breath from me. you look up at me “you felt that” you smile, breathing me a kiss. i look back, a little surprised. underneath you i press against your belly, you can feel that i am still excited, maybe even more excited. ‘no reason to stop yet’ it makes you think.
you giggle and nip my other arm and my chest, twice, and as before, each one is slightly harder than its predecssor. i emmit tiny little yelps with each one. “careful now honey, not too hard” you hear me say as you slide down my chest to my stomach. ‘his mouth tells me stop’ you think ‘but his hard-on says something else.’ under your breasts i wrestle and pulsate. you intensify your biting shower turning it from rain into a light hail, feeling me wriggle helplessly under you. i laugh, but i ask you to take it easy too. you don’t stop, you sink lower. “hey c’monl, enough’s enough eh?” i plead, a quiver in my voice and you look up at me, your eyes burning like cinders.
i pull at my bonds trying to free myself and realise it is utterly useless. you watch me, silently, laughing at my helplessness. growing wetter at my realisation of it. you find yourself wondering just how far you would go. you find the answer deep within yourself and it shocks and thrills and scares you – the answer is you don’t know. the sense of power intoxicates you and your head spins, your loin pounds with distant drumbeats and wild primative ideas dance through your mind singing in languages you don’t quite understand.
you look down at my cock, it is still hard, still throbbing, only inches from your mouth. You watch it for a long time before looking back at me. “do you know what i’m going to do to you now?” you ask. i don’t, so you tell me. i laugh, like it was a joke, but your eyes don’t laugh back they just smoulder lustfully
“p-please?” i beg “no!”
“i’ll tell you what,” you say “I’ll give you a chance.” i watch you haul yourself up so you are kneeling, astride me, towering over me. you take the coin from the bedside table. “heads: we stop now,” you say, “i untie you, we kiss, we cuddle, we make love, whatever. tails on the other hand…” you say nothing, you just look down at my desperate hard-on and back at me. i plead again but the coin is in the air, spinning, slowly – it seems as though time slows down as it carves its fateful, tumbling arc and lands coldly on my lower belly. i strain my head to see which way it has landed but cannot. you can though. you look at it, then at me, and smile.
kyle mew 