Keeping me on the orgasmic edge M performed his multi-orgasmic magic giving me at least five orgasms before I forced him to stop. Rolling him over I sat on his chest bending forward I grabbed his balls twisting them in a knot until he cried out sucking his cock at the same time. I have trained my slave to retain his erection even during painful ball torture. I never allow him to feel my lips around his cock without providing a painful reminder that I own his entire being. Sucking only on the head it didn't take long and my slave was feeding me the contents of his full balls. I counted a good twenty squirts as I sucked and swallowed taking full ownership of every single sperm cell which I safely imprisoned in my belly. I'm fully aware that my slave has the ability of looking elsewhere possibly impregnating a new Mistress. Keeping him unable to get an erection or shoot a single sperm keeps my slave happy and free from other women.
Slowly I moved my asshole over his mouth giving M the message he needed. I could feel his long tongue licking around my anus and then slithering me into my nether hole. I kept a grip around his balls reminding him he could not have me with his tongue. I even gave his butt plug a shock pulling on his cock chain reminding him who was the Mistress. Yet there's nothing I enjoy more than having someone performing analictus sending me to the moon and back. I decided to give my slave a reprieve from the thirteen stripes of the cane until we got back from dinner so that he could at least try to sit down while we dined. From the moment M started licking my asshole I decided to make him my oral slave once again. I could still be a lesbian And make love to all my lady friends but I wanted my slave always available to service my orifices. I enjoyed the deep tongue fucking fingering my clitoris at the same time until I had a rocking orgasm. I fell into my slaves arms crawling on top of him giving him a deep French kiss not caring where his tongue had been a minute ago. The case was long and passionate signaling my slave that I was thinking him for my pleasure and for being an obedient slave taking all of my painful whippings.
Before I removed the electric butt plug I gave him several long lasting jolts telling him he was going to take me out for steak and lobster and it better be good and expensive. M willfully agreed so I removed the butt plug but kept the chain around his cock and balls because I would still needed when we went out to eat. The chain attaches to one of the front loops on his pants making it easy to grab if I wanted to cause him some great discomfort in public. I took my slave to the bathroom and we both showered together taking turns soaping and cleaning each other's orifices. We both made sure their mouths for squeaky clean with our favorite bacteria killing mouthwash. I slapped M across the face several times for being such a nasty man but promising him he would be servicing my asshole quite soon.
We went out and had a fine dinner and drinks coming home to M's place about midnight. Not forgetting about my promised whipping I ordered M to strip completely naked and as he lay on the bed starting just above the knee I laddered his bare flesh with 13 stripes all the way to the top of his butt. I left him crying and squealing like a baby with orders to call me in the morning.
The End.
What To Do With A Dick
I was home thinking, thinking about dick. No, sorry guys, girls just don't site at home dreaming about dicks all the time. So let me explain why I was sitting at home thinking about dick. My husband sometimes works on Saturdays, and often when he does, I take time to go out with my girlfriends. And that's what it did this morning. You know what girls do when they get together...they shop. Oh, and they talk. And no, we don't always talk about guys, but today we did.
While two of my girlfriends and I were walking out of a store, we passed an absolutely gorgeous guy, tall, but not too tall, muscular, but not a crazy body builder, just simply hot. One of my girlfriends mentioned that as soon as she saw him, she was already envisioning him naked. At the time, I wasn't but upon hearing this, I must admit that I did the same...and it was quite a nice vision. But my other girlfriend mentioned that she just didn't see what was attractive about a naked man. She was definitely straight (and as more than a few men could verify) certainly liked sex, but she made it clear she didn't like naked men. So that started a debate.
I stayed mostly silent as my girlfriends debated the pros and cons of naked men. I initially paid attention, but must admit that in a very short while I found myself thinking of naked men. I thought of the gorgeous guy that passed us, I thought of a couple actors, but ultimately I thought about my husband. I thought about them all naked and I liked it. Oh, there was a lot that I liked about naked men, but it all kept coming back to their dick. I can't say why, but I couldn't stop thinking about it.
Of course I loved feeling of it in my pussy, but that's not what my mind was stuck on. And despite what some people say about blowjobs being for men only, I loved them too. I loved the feeling of a throbbing dick in my mouth, I love the noises that I could induce in my husband, I loved the spasms that his body would make, and I loved his hot and sticky cum in my mouth. But no, my mind wasn't thinking about that either.
Driving home and arriving at the house, all I could think about was looking at his dick. I realized that in actuality, I almost never saw his dick. Yes, I saw my husband naked all the time, but seeing your naked husband walk out of the shower doesn't really count. I almost never saw his dick hard. I'd certainly felt it hard, and sucked it hard, and fucked it hard, but I hadn't really seen it hard.
Just about then, I heard his car pull into the driveway. Needless to say, I was super horny and I was definitely going to get some dick. I greeted him and the door and gave him a big hug and kiss. He knew something was up when I gave him the kiss as it wasn't the typical "welcome home" kiss. He asked how my day was and I told him I went shopping with a few friends. Right then, an idea popped into my mind and I told him to put his bag away and then come into the bedroom and I'd show him the clothes I bought. (I hadn't bought anything, and so that's exactly what I would show him – nothing.) I ran into the bedroom, stripped off my clothes, and waited for him to come in. I was standing naked next to the bathroom door when he entered. His eyes grew wide when he saw me and simply muttered, "um".
"Well babe, I didn't buy any clothes today, so I have nothing to wear."
As he approached, I decided it was time to make sure I got what I wanted, so I told him to stop. Five feet from me, with a somewhat puzzled look on his face, he stopped. "If you want to come any closer, you're going to have to get naked too." He quickly obeyed as I knew he would.
I looked him over a bit, but my eyes focused on his dick. It was clearly bigger than it had been a few minutes ago, but it certainly wasn't hard. He took another step towards me, but I stopped him again (it was time to have a little fun with him). "I thought you'd be happy to see me."
When he replied that he was, I pointed at his dick and countered, "Really? Because it looks here that you're only somewhat happy to see me."
His dick immediately bounced a bit as blood pulsed into it. Watching that made me happy. He knew that I had something up as I never really acted like this before. I decided that I'd tease him a little first, so informed him, "You know we're not going to have sex."
Again, the puzzled look returned to his face. I approached him slowly before suddenly grabbing his dick with my left hand. I wrapped my thumb and fingers around the shaft and felt it harden some more then added, "So if we're not going to fuck, what should I do with this?"
I'm not sure if he was trying to think of a response or just trying to figure out what had gotten into me, but either way he stood there speechless. I adjusted my hand on his dick while he thought. He started with, "Well..." but then trailed off. Even with the slight movement of my fingers, I could feel his dick continue to grow. I knew why he wasn't speaking – he didn't need to. Why should he speak when he had a naked girl holding his dick in her hands?
"Well, I guess I could suck it." As his eyes widened at this obviously pleasurable suggestion, I felt his dick pulsate as more blood flowed into it. Suddenly, I squeezed it tightly and
added, "No, I don't think I'm really in the mood to suck it."
Again, the confusion struck him. Who knew what was going through his mind? I certainly didn't, but I did know what was going through mine. With a firm grasp on his shaft, I walked him over to the bed and lay down. He crawled into bed after me and started to lay on top when I had to remind him that we weren't going to have sex. Finally, he managed a coherent sentence, "So what are we going to do?"
"Well," I started as I dragged him into bed. Never letting go of his cock, I guided him over me so that while I was lying on my back with my head propped against a pillow, he was kneeling over me, one leg on each side. I tugged him up towards me so that his dick was right above my breasts, a little less than a foot from my face. I continued, "Well, you're not going to do anything..." with that, I finally let my right hand join the party and with both hands on his dick, I looked him in the eyes and added, "but I'm going to make you cum."
Already I had noticed that his dick was leaking some of that oh so sweet clear and sticky juice, but certainly with that last sentence, I felt a little more ooze out. My right hand drifted to his balls and began gently massaging them between its fingers. I took my left hand off for a second so I could get a better look at what I was dealing with. Circling my right thumb and index finger around his sac, I gently squeezed and pulled down a little bit so I could get a better view.
There floating erect about my nipples was a beautiful site. Long and hard, it stood there waiting for me. I used just the index finger of my left hand to oh so lightly touch the very tip of that structure. In tiny little circular motions, I rubbed my index finger over the mouth of his cock. I watched his dick pulse and throb with each circle. As my right hand squeezed ever so tighter around his balls, I traced my left finger from the tip down the shaft. As my finger glided down his dick it left a glistening trail of sweet pre-cum.
Looking up at his face for a moment, I noticed that his eyes were closed. I smiled, as I knew that meant that he was doing just fine. When I moved my finger back up the length of his shaft to that ever so sensitive frenulum, I felt the strongest pulsation yet course through his cock and I smiled again, as I knew that as much fun as he was having, I was having even more. I watched his veins engorge with blood and the rock in my hands hardened even further, if that was even possible.
I squeezed and stroked and heard a moan. And then I realized that it wasn't really his dick that I so wanted to see, it was his orgasm. I wanted his cum and I wanted it now! I tensed my fingers and rubbed his slippery juices firmly into his dick. I made a fist around his dick and squeezed as hard as I could. I watched as a trickle of more clear fluid escaped. But I didn't want a trickle of clear fluid; I wanted an explosion of semem. I slid my fingers up and down and up and down over the front of his dick. As his moans grew louder, so my anticipation grew.
His muscle began to contract and I knew the moment was soon. Without thinking, I screamed, "Give it to me." His eyes opened and looked down at me while I grabbed and tugged and squeezed and rubbed. And just then it happened. I felt his dick throb as a wave of warmth surged through it and exploded. As if in slow motion, I stared as his hot and thick wad of cum shot up into the air. His dick was pointing straight towards the ceiling and so I watched his sperm fly up above my chest. But even as I watched, more cum erupted from his dick. I watched as his cum shot landed on my chest, directly between my breasts. I kept squeezing and massaging his dick while more thickness cascaded over my fingers.
My hands were a thick and sticky mess and I loved it. The best part was that I knew the night was just beginning...
The End.
Keeping My Job
A short while ago my company, a regular small run of the mill recruitment company, ran into some financial difficulties and for a while it looked to all at the firm like we were going to be just another company to go bust in the recession. Then out of the blue we were all called into a meeting by the boss to say that we were going to be merging with a much larger company who wanted to open small specialist branches for placement of varied professions.
We had all been thrown a lifeline but we would not be safe until we had gone through an internal interview and testing process by the new boss. The merger would be happening in two weeks and between now and then our outputs would be highly scrutinised by the new boss who we would not get to meet till our interview.
Over the next couple of weeks everyone tried their best to be as good at their jobs as possible which concerned me a little about how the company ended up having to be taken over. If everyone had worked this hard in the first place maybe we wouldn't be in the mess we were in! Still, not my place to motivate the other employees, so I did the same as I always do and just cracked on.
After two weeks the new boss arrived and began working her way through the interviews at the pace of three a day. I was to be last on the third day which also happened to be a Friday. "Just my luck," I thought to myself "She will be ready for home and bored of doing all these and will probably give me no time at all to sell myself. Or even worse she'll pissed off that she hasn't gone home yet."
Everyone had been forced to sign contracts, legally binding, that forbid them to talk about their interviews so I had no idea what to expect, I hadn't even seen the new boss. It was getting past 4pm and most of the other people were leaving when eventually my time came and I received a phone call at my desk to say she was ready for me. Her voice was firm but friendly I put her in her late thirties maybe early forties. I made my way to her office and knocked lightly on the door. "Come in!" I heard so I entered.
The room was well lit with big windows all the way around the room with open floor length blinds. A large oak desk dominated the room, rich mahogany and clearly worth a few quid. An oddly purple coloured sofa one of these designer jobs with only one end having an arm on it and no cushions was along the adjoining wall. A few pictures on the walls and a plant in the corner, standard if yet personalised I would describe the office.
The new boss stood up from her chair behind her desk and walked around to greet me offering her hand and saying, "Hello, nice to meet you sorry to have kept you so late I had a few issues with the last one. Karen I think her name was, not to worry she won't be here on Monday so we won't be having any issues again! Brad isn't it?"
I shook her hand a little taken aback thinking that's an intimidating way to start an interview, "Yes" I affirmed my name and she replied telling me hers was Desirae. I would say she was about 40, 5 foot 7 or 8, long dark hair about 6 inches past her shoulders and expensively styled with a full fringe and straightened. She had the look of a woman who had been well pampered so had good skin for her age. She didn't look like a regular gym user but wasn't in bad shape she just didn't appear to be overly toned.
She was dressed in a knee length black satin pencil skirt, black pantyhose and 2" black patent stiletto heels. She had a navy blue blouse that was also satin and looked very expensive with matching coloured buttons and a frill that was about two inches either side of the join that ran the full length. It was ruffled at the sleeve with an open collar that exposed a very expensive looking diamond necklace. The last button was undone and you could see just a hint of cleavage that appeared very well rounded and full whilst beginning to freckle, perhaps from all the topless sunbathing she had done when she was younger. Her outfit was completed with gold hoop earrings and black full rimmed stylish glasses. All in all Desirae looked very professional yet still maintained an air of sexuality to her.
She offered me a seat which I gladly took as she returned to her desk. Being an interview I tried to restrain myself from checking out her ass but me being me I failed and had a good ogle of a large posterior that in my opinion was clearly itching to get out of her skirt. As a lover of real asses seeing it encased in the satin tight skirt really did make my day. Before getting back to her desk she rather barked out at me. "Now, you are our best worker so there is no worries that you will be an asset to the company who will be retaining you, but
I am not one to beat around the bush and basically I need to make sure you are loyal to me not just the company. So given the fact you had a good long look at my arse whilst I was walking back to the desk I would say you are like most men enslaved to your sexual desires am I right?"
I was a little shocked and unsure of what to say next as I was conscious this was still an interview despite the assurance of my works competency. I took a breath in and before I could speak she said, "Don't try and deny it these windows are reflective," pointing over her shoulder at the glass as she sat down "I watched you watching my ass in the reflection, you really should be more careful!"
I tried my hardest to say something and all I could come up with in a short and embarrassed tone was, "Yeah sorry about that."
"No! I won't hear sorry when you aren't sorry, you enjoyed it didn't you?" Desirae exclaimed in a authoritarian tone.
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