Archive for January, 2011

In The Kitchen

He was standing in the kitchen when I wandered in.  Lift up your shirt, he told me.  I obeyed, and his hands flew across my tits.

He slapped them every which way.  He twisted my nipples.  And then stopped.  I stood there for a moment – the hem of my shirt in my hands – and then let it drop.

Hold up your shirt, he said.  Hold it up and keep it there until I tell you differently.

I quickly yanked it back up.  He told me to arch my back for him – as sharply as I could – to push my chest out.

And then I was just standing there.  Tits out.  Waiting. . .

He opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of beer.  He popped the top, and briefly pressed the cold bottle against a nipple.  But only briefly.  Then he took his beer and sat at the table.  He drank it down before returning to the galley of the kitchen where I was standing – waiting for him.

Would you like a drink?  He filled up a pint glass of water.  He brought it up to my lips.  And then he poured it down my chest.  My body was suddenly covered in goosebumps, and my nipples tightened up even harder.

Would you like some ice….?  He asked as he reached in to the freezer and returned with two ice-cubes.  He held them against my nipples.  Just held them there.  I squirmed.  I squealed.  I started to lose my grip on my shirt.

He dropped the melting ice on the floor.  He spun me around and placed my hands on the counter-top.   He reached around and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans.  They were pulled down and off.  The lacy thong I was wearing was pulled down just under the swell of my ass.   My legs were kicked apart.  He reached for the plastic pancake flipper and sailed it down on my ass.  Heat was rising from my body.

He told me to turn and face him.

Hold your shirt up.  Push your tits out to me.  And this time – keep your legs spread for me too.  Do not make me tell you this again.

I spread my legs as far as I could with the thong still around my thighs.

He opened up the drawer with the towels in it.  He pulled out two of them.  One was a large one that was tied across my head as a blindfold.  The other one was a regular sized dish towel.  He run it under the sink.  Then he snaked it up and smacked me with it.  It landed hard on my belly.  The next one landed lower – below my belly button.  Another landed on my breast.  He changed his grip and held it like he holds his belt when he uses it to spank me.

He told me to put my hands behind my back.  To lace my fingers together and to hold them as far up on my back as I could.  My tits jutted even further out.  He pulled the t-shirt tight and knotted it so that it was held tight up above my breasts.

The wet towel smacked hard against me – almost knocking me over.  Back and forth, it bit into my skin.  Tears wet the blindfold, and then slid down my cheeks.  But I didn’t drop my hands.

The towel was dropped and the flipper picked back up.  He had much more control – and aimed the blows with precision across my tits.  He slapped my nipples.  I was whimpering.  I was aching.  I was wet.

I heard him open up a cupboard.  My mind was racing trying to figure out what he could have reached for.  Honey.  It was the honey.  It slowly oozed out of the bottle and dropped onto my skin.  It crawled along the curve of my tits.  It hung on to the nipple and then slowly kept it’s course down my body.  It tickled.  It itched.  It was maddening against the flesh that was so hot and tender from the sharp blows it had just endured.  He held it high above me and tilted the bottle so that the thread of honey drew patterns across my red skin.  He poured some on his hand and plunged it between my legs.  He pushed it up in my slit.  He rolled it around and around on my clit.  More and more honey across my tits and in my cunt.

And then he stepped away.  I couldn’t tell at first if he just stepped back – but was still in the galley – or if he was back at the table.  And then I could hear his breath.  I knew he was watching me.

Suddenly a finger – dragging through the honey – tracing a nipple.  And another finger tracing opposite circles on the other.  His hand – spreading the stickiness across both breasts.  His tongue – licking it from my belly.  My body feeling overwhelmed with sensation.

And his tongue – dancing across my torso – slowly and slowly making it’s way further down until it’s very tip was licking the honey from my clit.

He was kneeling in front of me.  The thong pulled all the way down and one of my legs lifted up and draped on his shoulder.  His tongue working at sucking the honey from my pussy.  One of his hands still rubbing it in across my tits.

The (almost empty) bottle of honey back in his hands.  Squirting a mound of honey on his fingers.  Working those fingers into my ass.  His slick fingers fuck in and out of my ass.  His tongue bathing the honey from my clit.  I remain blindfolded – arms held behind me – tits sticking out.  Nipples and breasts hot from the tit-spanking and sticky from the honey.

I am moaning and whimpering and shaking.  I scream.  I come.  He gets on his feet and leans in to kiss me.  His face is wet with honey and pussy.  I savor the taste as he plunges his tongue into my mouth.

I am pushed down to my knees.  He reminds me to keep my arms behind my back as he pulls off his jeans and boxers.  He grabs the knot in the towel-blindfold and uses it to guide my head to his cock.  I lick his dick.  I suck his balls up into my mouth.  I kiss the head.  I suck it hard.  I suck it lightly.  I bob my head up and down.  He comes in my mouth – but pulls out before I can swallow him all down.  Come drips out of my mouth and down my chin.

He looks at me and tells me how much of a mess I am.  His come on my face.  Honey all over my tits and belly, running out of my cunt and smeared across my ass.  So messy, messy, messy.  I am such a dirty girl, he says.

I can release my arms for just a moment.  Just long enough for him to get me in place.   He tells me that I am too messy to walk to the bathroom, so we are going to clean up right here in the kitchen.   He lifts me up and sets me on the counter-top.  The granite is cold on my ass.

He turns me around so that I have my back to him – and I am facing the sink.  He tells me to put one leg on either side of the basin.  And then I am told to return my arms behind my back.  He stands directly behind me and I lean back against him for support.

He reaches a hand around and slides it across my pussy.  He gives it a hard slap.  And another.  He slowly rolls my clit between his thumb and finger.   I am panting.

And then he turns on the sink.  He adjusts the water to get it at just the right degree of warmth.  He splashes some up across my chest.  He takes the towel that is laying on the counter and partially wets it.  He uses it to roughly wash the honey from my tits.  Scrubbing hard.  Telling me that he has to scrub even harder to clean up my mess.  My nipples throb under the towel, under his rough touch.  He drops the towel and glides his fingers over the bare skin.

Now – he says – we need to get that pretty pussy clean.

He pulls up the side sprayer attachment to the faucet.  The hose stretches out so that the nozzle is close to my body.

He pulls the trigger and water shoots from the nozzle and blasts against my clit.  He keeps it there – and uses his other hand to change the temperature to very cold back to warm.  A few short bursts of hot.  When he sees my legs start to shake he releases the trigger and the stream of water stops.  He pulls my pussy lips apart and pushes down on my clit.  He finger-fucks my cunt.  And then – sucking on his finger – declares that it still tastes of honey, so I need more cleaning.

The sprayer is returned to my clit.  He pulses it off and on.  He plays with the distance – sometimes having the nozzle almost pressed into my pussy, and other times pulling it way back so that the water is arching through the air before it lands on my pussy.  He tilts it further up and sprays the water in my face.  And then back directly on my clit…

I press my body back against him and scream again as I come.  He holds it there – not giving me any relief – and another orgasm tears through my body.

He releases the nozzle – but keeps the water running.

Good job, baby-girl.  He whispers in my ear and kisses my neck.  You’re getting all nice and cleaned up.  But we still need to get to that sticky round ass.  You can take your arms from behind your back.  I want you to grab on to your ankles.  I need you to hold your legs back…

He helped me get into the position he had in mind.  I held on to my ankles.  My legs were spread further apart – and my arms – and legs – pulled back.  He leaned me back against him – and then took a step back from the sink.  The result was me – spread wide open – with ass and pussy centered over the basin.  The water running from the faucet fell directly on my clit.  He held the sprayer up to my ass.

When he pulled the trigger, a stream of water shot against my ass.  When he released the trigger, the water diverted back to the faucet and ran over my pussy.  Back and forth.  Ass and clit sprayed with water.

He dropped the nozzle and pushed a finger into my ass.

I need to try to feel around and see if there is any honey left in here, he said, as he twisted his finger around.  Because he wasn’t pulling the trigger on the nozzle, the water was rushing over my clit.  His finger twisted around and around – he slid it in and out.   I pulled my legs back and open further – and then screamed and shook as I came again.

Well, he said.  It looks like we finally got you all cleaned up.

He scooped me up and helped me get down from the counter.  He removed the blindfold.

But do you see that there is still honey all over the kitchen floor?  You should get that cleaned up before it dries any more.  And this puddle of water.  Get on your hands and knees and clean up the rest of your mess.

He stood behind me as I scrubbed the sticky mess from the floor.  He ordered me to keep my back arched – ass sticking out.  The plastic pancake flipper was back in his hand and he spanked me as I scrubbed.  I made sure to take my time and do a very thorough job.  I wiggled my ass at him.  When I was done I slunk up to him on my hands and knees and lowered myself down to kiss his feet.

And then I got up – and with nothing on but the wet t-shirt tied up above my tits – got him another beer and started to make us dinner.

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Fun Factory

I got home from work last night and was delighted to discover that my most recent toy purchase had arrived!  I washed it and plugged it in to charge  right away (my first rechargeable battery vibe!).

We had already planned on having a date night – so we cuddled up with a pizza and a bottle of red while we watched a movie (and the vibe ran through it’s initial 3 hour charge time). I was snuggled in front of him – my back to his belly.  Wolf had his arms wrapped around me.  Both hands were caressing and teasing my breasts and nipples through the very light and flimsy tank top I had changed in to.  He kept his touch (mostly) light – and he kept at it the entire time.  It was torture.  Really awesome torture – but still torture.  My nipples were ready for some harder play and my whole body was aching for him by the time we headed upstairs.

The night before was our first night back at it after about a two week period of forced abstinence.  It was beautiful.  It was sweet and tame.  It was nice to become reacquainted with his body.  And now I was ready for some hard play.  He was too.

Wolf threw me down on the bed.  My hands were placed on the metal bars of the headboard.  He slapped me hard across the cheek.  He pulled the sheer fabric of the tank tight across my tits and bit my nipples through the fabric.  I arched my back – trying to get my body closer to him.  Closer to his mouth.  He pushed me back down and yanked up the tank so that it went over my face and covered my eyes.  Both his hands began to slap my breasts.  Repeatedly.  My hands gripped the headboard tighter when he alternated the slaps with hard twists to my nipples.

I was groaning with that delicious combination of agony and ecstasy – and could feel the heat rising from my chest.  If I could see them – I knew my breasts would be bright pink.

My pants were pulled off and my legs were spread apart with the knees bent.  He gave my pussy a few slaps before smothering it with kisses.  His fingers rolled my nipples while his tongue probed my slit and circled my clit.  My nipples were really tender and my clit fully engorged and I came almost instantly from the mixed sensations.

Wolf yanked the tank top off and fed me a sip of water.

He straddled my face and fed his cock down my throat.  He braced himself on the headboard and fucked my mouth.  His cock was pushed in and out past my lips and over my tongue.  He slapped my cheek again, making my eyes water.  He grunted and thrust himself further into me – and I gagged on his stiff cock but still managed to swallow down all of his come.

Wolf picked up the new vibe and slid it easily in my soaked pussy.  It is curved in a way so that he can fuck me with it and I feel the vibrations all over.  Buzzing inside as it presses on the wall of my cunt, and buzzing as he rubs the outer part against my clit.  This was a very good purchase!

He rocked it in and out of my pussy with one hand, and gripped my throat with the other.  I was soaking the sheets with sweat and the river of fluid running out of my pussy.  My body shook and I screamed as I came –  gasping for air.

I released my grip from the headboard and he flipped me over on to my stomach.  He adjusted my body so that my ass was up in the air and my face was planted on the bed.   He pressed my face down in the sheets with his left hand and spanked me good and hard with his right.  House guests and then illness prevented us from having sex for a couple of weeks.  It also kept him from spanking me.  My ass was baby-tender.  I thought he would ease me back  nto it.  But that isn’t his style.  He spanked me hard.  And he didn’t stop until my whole body was shaking.

And then he gripped my cheeks and spread them apart and began eating my ass.   He picked the vibrator back up – cranked it up to top speed – and returned it to my pussy.  The sensation of his tongue in my ass, the vibrator filling up and buzzing inside my pussy,  and the pain lingering from the spanking was too much – and again I screamed and shook as I came.

My rag-doll limp body was flipped back over again so that I was facing him.

He was hard again and rammed his cock in my slit.  He told me to hold the vibrator against my clit.  He used one hand to hold on to a leg, and the other hand latched on to a nipple.

Convulsions rocked my body as I came for a third time.  He continued pounding me and squeezed my nipple even harder.  Another orgasm rolled out of my body.  He quickened the pace and the strength and fucked me even harder.  I was screaming as he exploded inside me.

We both quickly fell asleep.  I woke up during the night with the vibe under my back.  This morning before I left for work I washed it and returned it to it’s charging cradle.  He won’t be home until late tonight – and I plan on taking this wonderful new toy for a solo run.

(And maybe once he returns I will let him watch me as I do it again.)

Back in bed

The day before our house guests left Wolf got sick. And then I got sick. It is now over two weeks later and we are just finally starting to feel better.

A couple of these nights we have slept in different rooms – to avoid waking each other up with coughing/sneezing/sniffling. It has sucked.  But we figured it was necessary for us to get sound sleep and feel better.  We are both back in our bed – but neither one of us are feeling 100% yet. So last night I pulled on an old t-shirt and a pair of pj pants and crawled in to bed. I was almost asleep when I felt the bed creak under his weight.

I mumbled a ‘g’night’ and dropped my head back down on the pillow – nestling further underneath a pile of blankets.

I don’t know how much later it was when I woke up to the feeling of his warm breath on my neck.  His teeth sunk into the flesh just a second before his fingers found their way underneath my t-shirt and onto a nipple.  Suddenly I was wide awake.

He rolled me onto my back and pulled the t-shirt up over my tits.  His mouth latched on one, his fingers toying with the other.  Then hands on them both and his mouth pressed down hard against my own.  Kissing me hard and deep and rolling my nipples between his fingers.  I tried to turn my head – to break his kiss and get some air.  A hand quickly reached up and slapped my cheek.  And then his mouth was on mine again.

I reached a hand down and wrapped my fingers around his engorged cock.  I stroked him while he continued playing with my nipples.  The pressure from his fingers steadily increased.  My nipples were pinched hard.  Pulled and twisted.  Flicked.  Slapped.

His mouth found it’s way back to one of my tits and his tongue made circles across it.  His teeth clamped down onto my nipple.  He bit into the side of my breast.

His free hand was sliding down my belly.  He pulled the pants down to my knees.  His finger skirted around my pussy.  They found their way – slowly- to my clit.  They lightly pressed down on it.  I lifted my hips up – trying to get closer to him.  In one move he removed his one hand from my pussy and the other from my breast and planted them on my hips.  He rolled over, pulling me on top of him.

I used my teeth to lift up his t-shirt.  My tongue snaked it’s way down his belly.  I lowered myself down further – and over his boxers – pulled his cock into my mouth.  He grew larger.  I pulled the boxers off and washed his dick with my tongue.  I sucked his balls up into my mouth and swirled my tongue over them.  His hands pinching and pulling my nipples while I sucked down his cock.

And then I was back on my back.  My pants pulled all the way off.  My legs spread.  Fingers dipped into my mouth.  Rolling my nipples.  Sliding down my belly.  Pausing momentarily at my pussy.  And then slapping the insides of my thighs.

Fingers slowly pulling my lips apart.  Pinching the clit.  Dipping inside and coming out all wet.  Rubbing my clit with his thumb and sinking his fingers inside me.

Me – wet and hot and wanting more.

Him – in control of it all.

He slowed down when he could tell I was close to coming.  And then he would speed up.  Faster. Slower. Faster. Harder. Slower. Lightly. Faster.  He kept me right at the brink of explosion.

And then he moved down between my legs.  And spreading them even further apart – he started lapping up the juices that had been soaking my legs and his fingers.

My body started shaking when he sucked my clit up into his mouth.  He sucked harder – and held onto my legs as I screamed and came.

My legs were pulled up over his shoulders and he crushed me underneath his body.  Fast and furious and hard and strong he plunged his cock in and out of me.  My nails scratching up his back.   And just as quickly as he had sucked the orgasm from me, he was emptying his balls inside my pussy.

And then we both slept.

It’s nice being back in the same bed.  It’s nice being able to scream and moan as he make me come.   Things are returning to normal – finally!