Wicked Wednesday 311- (Jacqui Learns Her First Lessons)

“Relax Doll, we won’t hurt you.” And she felt warm lips leave a trail of kisses along her neck as the same pair of hands that had unbuttoned her dress began to unlace her corset, freeing her to take a deep shaky breath. Her was clothing in a heap at her feet; she was lifted free of the pile of cloth and held with her hands behind her back as the men took in her nudity. Jacqui felt something hard pressed again her bottom. She grinned and gave a tiny little wiggle. “Mmmm, feeling feisty are you? Good.” His hands reached around and stroked the tops of her breasts slowly, not quite reaching her nipples yet and Jacqui relaxed into the tall man. Despite her vulnerability, she felt safe.

The other two, the flasher and the quiet one both began to strip down and she watched in awe as their bodies appeared before her. They weren’t God-like specimens, but she was not used to the male body in all its glory and to be able to look freely was, she decided, quite a treat. Flasher was playing with himself again and she watched fascinated as his hand moved over and over in a steady rhythm. She had a vague idea of what would come next and suddenly she found herself fearing that one of these men could impregnate her. The thought was almost enough to make her call it all off, but with a low groan the man before her orgasmed, giving her a look at something she’d never seen before and she was transfixed at the way the muscles in his arm flexed and the veins in his neck stood out. It almost seemed like it should be painful in its intensity. And seeing the sticky whiteness dripping down his hand only made her wonder what it would taste like in her mouth or feel like spurting inside of her.

A gentle thrust from behind reminded her of her surroundings and she tilted her head back to look up at this man. “Well, that was educational,” as she nodded in the direction of the flasher, “but what else will you gentlemen show me tonight?” “Whatever you like Doll. I saw how you watched that one girl get all filled up. Do you think you’d like that?” Jacqui blushed, knowing exactly what the man meant and knew that the three of them could easily do it. But she didn’t think she could handle so much. “I…I don’t think I could do that. It would be too much.” “Yes, it probably would,” he mused, “but what about this?” And he tweaked her nipples hard enough to make her cry out softly and then sag further into him. He did it again and she arched into the touch, amazed at how good it felt. She felt like there were sparks shooting from her nipples to that place between her legs that had begun to ache, a place she’d never dared touch.

Finally, the quiet one, who’d spoken not a word stepped up to her and placed his hands on either side of her face. “May I?” His voice was velvet smooth, filled with a confidence that Jacqui envied and she nodded, letting her eyes fall shut as he closed in for a tender, but hungry kiss, teasing her lips with his tongue until she opened her mouth. She was supported between the two men now and while one let his hands roamed her body, the other taught her sensuality with only his lips and tongue. Soon she was wiggling and moaning ever so slightly. She felt very wet now between her thighs and felt a need begin to rise. She wanted more. Her legs parted and she felt fingers brush against her mound carefully, testing her reaction. Hips tiled towards the touch she simply whispered, “More.”

With that she quickly found herself being lifted up and draped across a large armchair her legs spread and body fully exposed to the three men. The tall one reach out and touched her again. “You’re so wet.” And sucking his finger clean of her juices, “And so sweet. I think I want a taste.” He knelt down and leaned into her his hands on her hips. Jacqui watched as his face neared her nether regions and bucked slightly the moment she felt his lips on her skin. It was so different, but felt so good and she let her head fall back as he began to tease her with his tongue, licking and sucking at her until she felt as though she might burst. She was writhing in his arms and felt a throbbing in her entire body that only became more and more intense. It seemed centered between her thighs and she was content to enjoy what was happening to her; letting this man take her body this way was more than enjoyable. She felt something against her lips and opened her eyes to find her velvet voiced man standing there, his erect member bobbing in front of her. Curiosity got the best of her and a small pink tongue darted out to touch the tip of it. So smooth she marveled and she licked him like she might lick an ice cream cone, not really sure what to do, only trying to put what she had just witnessed on the stage into practice. His hand rested on the back of her head and gave a gentle push against her lips, just as he’d done with his tongue earlier. She went to open her mouth just as the man nestled between her legs found that perfect spot and she cried out, experiencing her first orgasm. Her hips went wild instinctively trying to draw it out and make the feeling last.

“Good girl, Doll. Now show our friend here some much needed attention.” And again there was an erect penis pushing at her lips. She opened her mouth and it was full in an instant and she almost choked. A hand moved her head back and forth until she got the idea and began to mimic the actions of a woman from the show, hollowing out her cheeks and sucking gently, then harder when her actions elicited a deep moan. She knew then that she was going to get to taste him in her mouth and she knew that she wanted to. Her skill was lacking but her enthusiasm was not and soon she felt a throb and a twitch and a hand holding her in place as a hot, viscous liquid spurted into her mouth. Salty, but not altogether unpleasant. She swallowed because she didn’t know what else to do. “Bravo. What a treat we have in you. And there’s more to yet to come. Have a glass of wine and catch you breath, then I’m going to take you the way a man takes a woman.” Jacqui shivered at the thought, obviously excited and let them pour her some wine and feed her fruit like some Goddess from the ancient times. She didn’t think she would regret this no matter what happened.

 

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Wicked Wednesday 287 – Muse – (Ropes)

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His pet was a beauty to him. Ephemeral and lovely in her cuffs and collar and nothing else. He loved the way her ass reddened from the sting of his toys, the way she wiggled and jumped at each stroke. Her obedience to him was as flawless as she could make it and he loved her so, as she loved him. She was the Jane to his Edward.

They were the inspiration for one another to live as they did and to love as they did and so it was that they fell deeper and deeper into the roles of artist and muse. He drew patterns on her body in wax, elicited music from her passionate cries, and came alive when she was with him. She craved these moments when she was his canvas and cherished them as no other.

One night, at a party, they were giving a demonstration. She was a living work of art, bound in rope, by the desire simmering in the room, and she was all his to show off with intricate ties and carefully placed knots. Before he was done the room began to buzz with energy. One submissive knelt and the wet sucking sounds of a blowjob could be heard. It only added to tension in the room. Another was bent over the back of a chair, trying not to moan as they were fucked ever so gently while watching the scene before them unfold. As the ties were completed and she was held like a bird suspended and swinging he reached for her, kissing her before sending her spinning slowly around, to display his art. And he he began to whisper to her, all the things he was going to do to her once he untied her. How she was going to suck him and if she was a good girl he’d let her come for him. How he wanted to flog her beautiful ass. They became entirely unaware of the room around them and gradually his fingers found her wet, hungry pussy.

That they were being watched was of no import. He traced a pattern against her skin, a secret “I love you”, and slipped a single finger inside of her, feeling how wet she was, how ready. He finger fucked her slowly, watching her try to squirm in the ropes. He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close to him and kissed her neck, while adding another finger to her pussy. Gods, she was amazing and so was he. Gradually the room stilled from its debauchery once more to watch another scene unfold before them. Soon her cries echoed in the silence and she bucked her hips against the ropes and his fingers as best she could, her body begging for more. Another finger. He whispered her name. She looked at him, her desire evident to all present and held his gaze, knowing what he wanted. And she nodded, just once.

Slowly, a fourth finger joined the rest and gradually as she rocked and cried out, her body opened to him. And he slid his hand inside of her her. She froze, her only movement coming from the gentle swing of the ropes as an orgasm washed through her body. Her cries became a low moan and the room watched her come for him. He moved slowly, fisting her gently, carefully, but never stopping those movements. She would come for him again.

And as she hung there, his art, his love, he drove her higher and again she gave that deep, satisfied moan as her entire body trembled in the ropes and her head dropped to hide her face. Carefully he slipped free of her body and began to untie her, unwinding her bonds and freeing her to fall into him. She did so and he carried her to a quiet corner where the was a blanket waiting with some water and a snack someone had left there. Wrapping her and holding her close he murmured soft words and caressed her warm skin. She was his muse and she had served him well.

Kink of the Week – February 1st-15th Threesomes (My First)

So, some of you might have noticed that this post has gone missing. WordPress/the Internet/something appears to have eaten the post and I can’t figure out why, nor can I retrieve the post.

With that said, while I can’t rewrite the post in its entirety I am going to write a new post here for anyone who cares to come back and check it out. So…

Threesomes. Threesomes can be a lot of fun. The first one I had our male partner, Ricky, was pretty content to receive a double teamed blowjob, pet us on occasion, but mostly he just wanted to watch. Does this still count as a threesome? To me it does, but maybe to others it won’t.

It all started with a bottle of coconut rum that me, Ricky, Suzi were drinking and quickly devolved into Suzi and I making out on Ricky’s bed. He joined us shortly afterwards, got his blowjob, and then settled in to be a voyeur. Fine with me as something about being with Suzi just clicked and that eventually began a FWB type situation with her.

But back to our activities. Suzi was just as talented with her fingers as she was her mouth and apparently, despite this being my first time with a woman I must not have done too badly myself. We spent several hours touching and fucking and I remember just about losing my mind when I pulled up to sit on my face so I could eat her out. Overall it was a positive sexual experience for me.

I think if I had the chance, I certainly would have another threesome with the right people and at the right time. I don’t know how typical my first experience was, I do know it isn’t something my partner is interested in so I’m never going to push the issue, but I feel like threesomes can be a normal and healthy part of people’s aex life should they choose to engage in them.

Wicked Wednesday 221: Reading (Secret in the Stacks)

“…Clayton ripped at Lacey’s bodice, tearing it free from her breasts and bent his head lavish the tops of them with kisses before seeking lower for her pert nipples, sucking and biting at them with such fervor that Lacey couldn’t help her soft cries. He raised his head and put a finger to her lips, shushing her before they could get caught. Ruining the Lady’s reputation was not on his list of things to do. She darted her tongue out and flicked it against the tip of his finger, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight. He gave the pretty girl a wicked grin and slid his fingers under her voluminous skirts; Clay wanted this woman badly, propriety be damned. His fingers found her little nub and began to rub and stroke gently. Lacey gasped softly trying to keep quiet as she raced to a climax just from the Duke’s touch…”

A soft noise from below caught Angela’s attention and she set her book, “The Duke’s Lady” aside and peered across the way, scanning for the source of the noise. There, she spotted a couple in the lower stacks and watched as the man trailed a line of kisses down his partner’s throat. She watched the two men curiously at first as they traded kisses and gentle caresses; she wondered if they knew they were being watched. She wondered if they cared. Angela crept forward to watch closer and the two men before her got hotter.

James bit his lip to stifle a moan when Nick ground his body against him, feeling their cocks pressing into each other through their jeans. The two men ran their hands along each others bodies, occasionally glancing around to make sure they were still alone They never even thought to look up. Nick knelt and rubbed his face along James’ cock and slowly, quietly undid his pants watching his lover’s cock spring free, dripping pre-cum, and ready for sucking. Nick’s tongue flickered across the head of cock in front of him before engulfing it in his warm mouth.

Angela smiled and watched silently able to see the one man’s throat muscles working as he sucked his lover’s cock as her own arousal grew. She wanted to touch herself, but didn’t want to take her eyes off the scene unfolding in front of her, slightly awed at the bravery of the two men being so brazen in the library of all places. Watching these men, sucking cock and touching and kissing really turned her on, far more than she would have ever expected. She wondered if it was the voyeuristic  element or watching two men or maybe both. Then she decided she didn’t care right now why it turned her on to see this as she rain her hands down her body, tweaking at her nipples through her shirt and bra. The pretty brunette almost moaned as she watched Nick deep throat the cock in front of him and James throw his head back, biting his lip to keep from crying out. Suddenly his hips bucked hard thrusting into Nick’s mouth and Angela could tell that the one man was cumming and cumming hard.

She squeezed her thighs together looking for some friction of her own and slipped back into the chair before the two men happened to look up and spot her. She glanced around the upper stacks not seeing or hearing anyone and quickly plunged her fingers down the front of her skirt. Her fingers found her clit and she rubbed hard and fast biting her own lips to avoid making any noise. Her other hand pulled at her nipples through her shirt and she squirmed in her seat her hips moving gently against her hand. Angela gasped and glanced around again and suddenly her own orgasm hit and it took all she could do not to moan at the feelings rushing through her body. The woman withdrew her fingers from her underwear and licked the cum from her fingers delicately and took a deep breath. A few moments later she glanced back to the lower stacks to see that the two men were gone and had left no trace of ever having been there. She smiled a secret smile and picked her book back up and continued reading about all the dirty things the Duke of Heverwood was doing to his lovely companion. What an exciting afternoon at the library.
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