I love the way my man dominates me. I’m submissive by nature, he knows all the things to do to get me hot and to keep me hot. Recently, he asked me if I knew what a pony girl was. Of course I didn’t, but I’m game for anything. We started out as we often do, me kneeling before him, unzipping him pulling out his cock and sucking on it lovingly and submissively. It so gets me in the mood, and he gets so hard. Then I undressed him and he watched me undress down to my heels, stockings, and garter. He makes me keep those on and I have to admit, I look very hot that way. He told me to assume the position and I got down on all fours. He positioned himself behind me, and I felt the sting of his slaps on my unprotected ass. The heat built up with each slap, and my cunt was just gushing. He even spread my cheeks, and spanked me right on my ass hole. I thought I would faint, I loved that so much. Then he got behind me and drove his cock into my cunt, using me for his pleasure, taking me hard and deep, just how he likes, and just how I need. When he pulled out, I whimpered in complaint. But then I felt his cock at my ass and wiggled in excitement. He bent his shaft down a little until the head pressed against the entrance to my asshole. He pressed his hips forward and my ass gave way as the head of his prick pushed aside the tight, elastic muscles of my ass. After giving me a moment to relax, he pushed forward with his hips, gradually forcing more and more of his cock up my tight ass. He paused with almost half of his hard cock shoved up my ass, so I pushed back against him, and a little more of his cock slipped into me. He thrust his hips forward and pulled me back at the same time, and his thick prick slid in a little deeper in me. Bit by bit the length of his cock disappeared as it moved into the hot tightness of my behind. God, I love to be ass-fucked by my man. He worked his cock slowly and gently, deeper and deeper into my ass. He paused, and let me grow more accustomed to my ass being stretched wide.
Archive for October, 2005
The Submissive
Tuesday, October 25th, 2005The understanding came, like a black dove over smoky waters. I’d known I was a submissive and that to pursue that would doubtless entail enduring some pain; but I had never dreamed I could enjoy it. To relish and desire it. Not until that day. Not until She had finished. I could do little more than hang by my fetters, savoring the strong, pulsing burn deep inside my violated body. I knew it was pain; that it should FEEL like pain, but it didn’t. It felt good. Pain was what was happening to my cock and balls. Pain was the feeling that they would turn black and drop off. Pain was the feeling that it would be a relief if they did. The torment there in some way helped throw the voluptuous glee I now took from my stretched and battered rectum into sharp relief. They defined one another; almost needed each other to exist. Mistress Kathleen must have noticed the drugged-out look of rapture in my eyes, for She became extremely concerned and quickly tore the penis gag away. “kevin? Are you all right?” “Yes Mistress,” I replied, my voice soft and dreamy. I don’t think She was convinced, for She began to hastily extract me from my various bondage devices, but when She got to the “jockstrap” I cried out in protest. “Please Mistress, no!” She pulled away, astonished. So, I explained the way my body felt at that moment, and how I desperately wanted it to linger as long as possible. my words then weren’t nearly as polished as they are now, but She eventually understood. And She was very pleased at this, too. Much to my great disappointment, however, She still refused to remove the shoes. As She led me across the room, She commented on my tottering gait. “We simply must teach you how to walk in those one of these days.” She sighed. “But you’re just so cute like this. Like a little newborn foal trying to stand for the first time.” She smiled at me wickedly. “And maybe someday my sweet little foal will grow up and become a nice, strong pony for his Mistress. Wouldn’t that be nice, foalboy? “Yes Mistress.”
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Busty Schooling
Thursday, October 20th, 2005Ever since Amber could remember her tits were always bigger than anyone else in her class. Even in 8th grade she was a solid C-cup, and now as a sophomore she filled her bras out to a very full 36D. All this big tit flesh ran in the family, as both of her older sisters were D’s and her mom and two aunts were double D’s! It’s not as if they were big over weight cows either, the Wilson girls while not thin were nowhere near hefty, nice and healthy is how her dad referred to her mom. That described Amber to a tee. Because of her obvious attributes, Amber received a whole lot of attention from the male species, and not just from boys her own age! The male teachers always paid a little more heed than they did to other more normally endowed girls, and while Amber didn’t overtly flaunt it, she loved to make the boys (and men) squirm around her by accentuating her ripe bust. Her favorite victim was wimpy Mr. Fields the government (yuk!!!} teacher. Amber loved nothing more than to unbutton the top two buttons on her blouse, go up to a seated Mr. Fields, then bend over to ask an innocuous question for sole purpose of giving him an eye full of cleavage. She did this just to tease, really, not to cause any real trouble. Trouble however is what Amber was getting into. With two weeks left in the semester all the teachers handed out progress reports to let the students know where they stood grade wise. Amber had always done well in school, and her parents expected nothing less than honor roll type marks. Everything was OK until Mr. Fields handed out the notices that fateful Friday afternoon. A D!!! She was getting a D in government. This was not only bad, it was a disaster!!! Her folks might tolerate one C on her report card–but a D would mean a one month grounding. No social life for a whole month! Amber decided that she would talk to Mr. Fields after the days final period. If she pleaded with him maybe she could pull a C after all.
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Last Story From Rita
Friday, October 14th, 2005Today I’m doing yet another featured illustrated story. This one is about a hooker that gets led into the woods and abused.
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Beth
Saturday, October 8th, 2005At about 11:00 p.m., Beth arose from our bed and went downstairs. A while later I also got up and found her in the living room, where she was lying on the couch, on her side, still completely naked, facing the back of the sofa, in the familiar fetal position. She appeared to be asleep. I slinked onto the sofa behind her and discovered, by her gentle stirring, that she was still awake. Not knowing what she was thinking, or feeling, I turned on my side, so that my chest was pressed against her back, spoon- like, and cradled her body against mine. I reached around her to cup her small, almost girlish breasts in my hands, stroking and kneading them and feeling her nipples slowly gain erection. I moved my left hand down to her groin, pressing into the soft, curly hairs, and began stroking there too. She responded by pushing her ass back against me, parting her legs in the process, leaving her left leg raised, lazily resting on my hip. Then, in her assertive way, she reached between her legs and took my cock in her hand, guiding it to, but not into, her. Still behind her, almost passive, my half-erect cock was between her legs, and she was rubbing it in a slow, circular motion against her clitoris. When I changed my position slightly in an obvious effort to slide myself into her, she pushed the shaft back, then whispered, “Uh-uh. Not there; I want you here, in my ass.” So saying, she placed the head of my cock right in the middle of her anus, then rubbed it back and forth across the diminutive opening. At first, I thought she was teasing me. “Are you serious?” I asked, somewhat incredulously. We had never done that before, and I remember wondering if this was something about Beth’s sexuality that I hadn’t known.
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Vacation
Tuesday, October 4th, 2005Glenn Jefferies was in a funk that had lasted over two years. It had been just about that long ago that her husband of thirty five years passed away suddenly do to a massive heart attack. Now at a still young fifty six, Glenn had lost all her zest for life, and she was just going through the motions. Her sex life was nil, even though before Don’s untimely passing they had sex at least twice a week. She hadn’t had a date of any kind, so of course, there was little chance of any male attention. Her only sexual release was from the middle finger on her left hand. Every week or so the tension in her vagina would become so urgent, that she would frig her clitoris to a massive if not totally fulfilling orgasm. There were a lot of eligible men that would be proud to be seen with Glenn on his arm, but she had just about shut out the entire world! As the days passed her restlessness grew. One morning while sharing a cup of coffee with her neighbor Sharon, the subject of travel and vacations came up. “Well, I think you should go,” said an exasperated Sharon, “you’ve hardly left this house in two years, Glenn, and that isn’t healthy, and you know it!!!” What Sharon was griping about, was a chance for Glenn to take a drive from her home in Detroit to her 40th high school reunion in New Orleans. As Glenn cleaned up the dishes, she promised Sharon that she would think about going, but that she wasn’t going to commit to anything just yet. As she was opening the back door to leave, Sharon looked back over her shoulder and in a serious voice said, “It’s time you got over losing Donny, hon, it’s been two years now, you’ve gotta move on!!!” Before she could answer, the door slammed shut and she could see Sharon ambling across the back yard and into her own house next door. Standing over the sink and looking out the window Glenn all of a sudden made a decision, she would go to the reunion after all!!! It had been almost ten years since she had visited the “Crescent City”, and it would be good to get away for a few days! So it was settled, she was going home again!!!
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