Friday, December 28, 2012

Reflections



She knew at her age it would seem ridiculous to some but she didn't care.  She didn't tell anyone and didn't share it with anyone. This ritual was her dirty little secret.  He boyfriend didn't even know.  That fact drove her crazy, she often thought about him while she did it.  She thought about how much more fun it would be if she could share it with someone.  But she wasn't ready for the possibility of him rejecting this important part of herself. 
She reached up and tightened the pony tail holder on one side, then did the other.  She already had slipped the satiny babydoll nighty over her head.  She looked at herself in the mirror.  Seeing herself like this was all she needed and her mind was racing down that path.  She sat on the hardwood floor and opened her legs so that the crotch of her white cotton panties could be seen in the large antique mirror that leaned against the wall.  She bit her lip and scooted closer toward the big mirror.  Her nightgown was light pink with white lace trim and it strained obscenely across her front with her large round breasts stretching the fabric so every bump of her areola was outlined. The nightgown was not made for a person with fully developed breasts, it was much too small.  That is why it was so perfect.   She slipped her hands under the heavy meat of her tits and weighed them in her palms then began caressing them, the whole time looking at her pigtailed image in the mirror.  She opened her legs wider and looked at the way her flesh down there filled the cotton fabric, making the crotch of the panties bulge.  She let her fingertips press into the bulgy meatiness.  Finally she stood up and looked at herself and smiled a sweet smile in the mirror before pushing out her lips and making the common so called sexy duck face.  She started posing in front of the mirror in poses like she had seen in the old Playboy magazines; playing with her ripe body and showing off for an unseen audience. She bent over and let the light pink fabric rise over her full ripe ass cheeks hidden behind that white cotton fabric. She reached back and pinched the fabric to make the full back into a thong and showed off her ass in the reflection.  She put one hand on the foot board of the bed and arched her back looking back over her shoulder at herself.  She was trying hard to look like those beautiful ladies in her father’s magazines. 
She slipped off her panties and posed some more, with each lavicious grin she found her heart rate increasing and her breath becoming ragged.  Finally she opened the box she kept under the bed and sat on the floor in front of the mirror once more.  She laid out a collection of dildos in increasing sizes.  She bit her lip and looked at herself in the mirror and then glanced down at all the rubber dicks.  She was burning hot and felt herself tightening, wettening and readying.  She pulled her knees up and let her legs fall wide so her pretty pink hole was open in the mirror.  She moved closer so she could see inside when she spread the folds open.  She leaned back and raised her legs and looked at her asshole too.  She opened her cheeks and winked her hole, imagining showing off for her viewers.   Finally she reached for one slim rubber dick and watched herself lick and suck it, while making sexy moaning noises.  She opened her eyes and looked directly into the mirror and spoke “ daddy, I want you to push it in.”  She took the dildo and began pressing it into her drenched pussy.  She forced herself to hold back, she knew at she could come anytime now.  She always felt a sense of accomplishment if she could hold off cumming until she pushed the 2nd larger dildo into her wetness.  She brought the slimy cock to her mouth and licked it up and down the shaft, lapping on it like it was a lollipop smiling sweetly at her reflection. 
She grabbed the next, larger dildo and again brought it to her lips and licked and sucked it.  She said to no one “like this Daddy?”  Her heat grew as she watched herself, legs spread and her pink hole oozing while she moaned and sucked.  Finally she said ‘please daddy, I have been such a good girl, please put it inside my slutty hole, please daddy!”  She grinning proudly and as she was bringing the cock to her pussy and beginning to insert it she heard a noise.  She turned to look over her shoulder and saw her boyfriend standing in the doorway.  He had his dick out of his pants and was stroking it.  His jaw was set firmly and his eyes burned with lust as he stared at her.  Suddenly he took three big strides toward her and grabbed her by the pigtail and lifted her to her feet and shoved her down face first onto the bed.  He groaned as he shoved his throbbing dick into her soaking wet hole.  He pistoned in and out, humping her like a dog, his body leaning over her light pink nightgown and his breath coming out in grunts.  He felt her pussy tighten around him and he knew she was cumming but he did not slow.  He lasted only five more hard strokes and exploded deep inside her then plopped his body onto the bed next to her with his dick still buried and pulsating. She felt his breath on her neck and then heard him say “Daddy loves his slutty girl.”   

Saturday, December 08, 2012

Impotent


He didn’t want to look but felt compelled to.  He sat at the bar in the basement of the house and glanced over to the couch.  He stared for a few seconds then turned back to his cocktail on the bar.  He slightly shook his head looking into the amber liquid then he abruptly turned back the action on the leather couch. Jennifer was between them.  The woman, the boss’s wife, had her mouth on Jennifer’s tit and was licking and sucking while the three of them held a conversation laughing.  He didn’t know what they were talking about; the music was loud enough that most of their words were drowned out.  He looked into the glass again and watched the ice cubes swirl in a clockwise direction. 
He and Jennifer had only been married four months.  The wedding was only two months after he was hired. The boss and his wife attended the conservative ceremony.  He and Jennifer had lived in this city for eight months while he was searching for a job. It was hard times for them both and Jennifer had turned back to stripping like she had in college.  He hated that, but she loved the attention and gifts the men gave her. Now here she was on the couch between his boss and the boss’s wife, getting all the attention she loved. 
He shifted on the barstool and looked back.  The boss’s wife was between Jennifer’s legs licking her pussy.  Jennifer had her head lying back over the back of the couch, her eyes were closed.  His boss looked at him and grinning and then stood up in front of the two women and began unbutton his jeans.  He watched as his boss pulled a rock hard cock from his pants while staring at his young beautiful wife.  As much as he hated to admit it, as he sat there and watched his wife get molested he was also rock hard. 
When he turned back again, the boss had one foot on the leather cushion of the couch and was leaning over Jennifer and she was hungrily sucking his cock while the wife continued eating her pussy.  Jennifer was a great cock sucker.  She was vigorous and ravenous and he watched as her head bobbed and her cheeks hollowed.  Her eyes were still closed.  He realized he was massaging his hard- on through his jeans and he stare at his slutty young wife.  He watched as his boss put his hand on the back of her head and pushed his dick deeper in her mouth and he saw how Jennifer, mouth stuffed, opened and let her tongue slip out and reach toward the bosses balls. 
Jennifer was now on her hands and knees on the floor and had her mouth buried in the boss’s wife’s crotch.   His boss was fucking her doggie style while the boss’s wife ground her pussy into Jennifer’s face.  He was leaning forward toward the scene; he could no longer look away.  He was energetically jerking his cock, rocking on the bar stool as he matched the thrusting of his boss into his new wife’s tight wet pussy.  Suddenly he loudly grunted and a thick gob of cum shot out of his cock to land on the brown leather of the couch cushion.  All three of them looked up from their fucking and saw him empty the contents of his balls onto the floor.  

Tuesday, December 04, 2012

Job Hunting



Sam and I joked about him needing a secretary, his job was overwhelming him.  I listened to his bitching like any good friend would.  I asked him if he had ever seen the movie The Secretary.  He had not.  I told him he had to, “Tonight, it’s on Netflix, Watch it!”  Late that night he texted me. 
Wow, u liked that movie?
Yes.
R U into that?
Yes. 
Hmmmmm. I had no idea.  ………………  wow
I had known him peripherally for a while but only recently had we started talking casually.  The truth is he was an acquaintances boy friend and I although I found him very attractive and interesting, I did not want to get in between them or cause any drama.  He had many of the qualities I find attractive in a man though, clever, intelligent, he didn’t seem to take himself too seriously, into the outdoors, open minded and he appreciated women.  This last thing was something I could tell intuitively.  I secretly stalked his facebook page though.  I looked at his photos and checked out the bands he liked.  I knew he was really into mountain biking and when I rode my bike I imagined us side by side on the trail.  I guess I had a crush. 
I had just broken it off with a boyfriend recently who did not truly appreciate women, was not interested in the outdoors and was not very clever.  He was extremely handsome though, so I forgave most of his flaws until I grew bored of his beauty.  Since that ended I had reverted to my booty call list for my needs and even that seemed a little one dimensional. 
Since the movie night I hadn’t heard from Sam.  I was feeling a little weird about the whole thing.  I imagined I was just too much of a freak for him.  I felt like there was unfinished business between us and needed to fix our friendship.  One day I skipped out of work during lunch and picked up some burgers and headed downtown to where he worked.   He worked in an office on a construction site.   I walked up to the office and opened the door.  There was a little reception area and then an open doored office. I heard a voice call, In here. 
I took a deep breath and watched through the doorway.  His head was down and he had papers spread over a drafting table that stood in as a desk.  He looked up and was visibly shocked.  “holy Crap!  I did not expect to see you !” He looked me up and down. “Nice outfit.”  I work as an assistant to a managing editor of a magazine, and every day is casual day in our office, expect once a month when the Board of Trustees comes for meetings and tours.  It happened to be a Board of Trustees day and I was wearing a conservative above the knee navy dress skirt and a crisp white blouse and black pumps and a strand of pearls. 
He leaned back in his chair and stared.  I could not help but notice there was a substantial tent in the front of his slacks.  “So… are you here for the secretary position?”  A stabbing heat exploded in my crotch.  I nodded.   He leaned his head to one side, “what was that?”  I raised my eyes and met his.  What I had previously seen in his eyes was casual, caring and fun loving.  Now what I saw in his eyes was confidence, lust and pure raw animal need.  I felt myself melting.  I opened my mouth to speak but the words were lost, I felt my mouth grow dry.  I felt like a child called to the principal’s office.  I felt guilty and small but so very very aroused. 
“Can you speak girl?”
I tried to get the words out, once more I was unable to say a word.  I opened my mouth and closed it again, licking my lips and clearing my throat.  “I,… I… I…” 
He stood up from his desk chair and walked over to where I stood.  He pressed the length of his body against mine and reached up and brushed the hair from my shoulder to reveal my ear.  His other hand rose up to my chin.  He grasped my chin with this thumb and index finger and gentle squeezed to open my mouth then he spoke into my ear, “now you say Yes Sir…” 
I bite my lip and let my eyes dart to his.  His eyes were dark and piercing.  He was moving his lips, encouraging me to speak while raising and lowing my jaw bone with his fingers.  Finally he shock his head and glared at my face.  After a long moment he brought his lips even closer to my ear.  I felt his hot breath and finally he said “maybe that mouth isn’t made for speaking, maybe we need to find something else for it to do.”