Phone Denial Outtake #23 15 Comments
“Do you like to deny different people for different reasons?”
“Yes. I like denying you because you’re a Mac person.”
-from a conversation with a very special caller on my philosophy of tease and denial
Sugasm #74 1 Comment
The best of this weeks blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #75? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.
This Week’s Picks
History: Marlene on the Wall (http://thismuse.blogspot.com)
“3AM, showering, head, his hands soapy on my breasts, I’m thankful I’ve dropped weight, the water is warm and cool enough to feel like bed.”
Afternoon Debauchery (http://junohenry.wordpress.com)
“Occasionally he’d push it further inside me, from where it had involuntarily escaped due to slickness and enthusiastic vibrations.”
Too Many Choices (http://bikersballsandteacherstits.blogspot.com)
“We’d been naked most of the time since getting here on Friday, so I wasn’t surprised when I reached under her skirt and found that she wasn’t wearing any panties.”
Mr. Sugasm Himself
Circumcision? Bullshit. (http://sugarbank.com)
Editor’s Choice
Spanking Models Run For Charity, AKA Bums on the Run (http://adelehaze.com)
Lovely picture of C. courtesy of Polyamorously Perverse.
On the Road Again 20 Comments
My man and I have a mutual fixation: his cock. And instant gratification is a high priority. When I simply must have it in my mouth, I’m not one to wait for silly things like privacy or propriety. Fortunately for my (so far) pristine arrest record, he’s got a little more self-control.
I did say a little.
He is all. About. The road head.
He sings when he drives, so I like it when he drives. And if we’re in my car… my car has bench seats in front. Yes, I did this on purpose. You know me.
It’s the last red light before we’re out of cop central. He looks at me and he’s got that evil perverted twinkle in his eye. I lick my lips. He’s already loosening his buckle. I. Can’t. Wait. He’s pushing his pants down, pulling aside his underwear and it’s too long for this red light, I swear. No lips around his cock until we’re safely out of view.
(Mostly.)
Precious seconds to move the armrest. Cups go flying. Styrofoam’s mashed under my boot, but I won’t find it til after. I glance up. Red turns to green and I bend down - halfway to contact and his hand’s already in my hair. I like to lavish his cock with my tongue but right now I just want to sink every thick inch into my mouth.
And he’s talking to me. I love it when he talks dirty. Especially when it’s so complimentary.
“Just like that… slow and sensual. Mmmm. That feels so luxurious. Your mouth is like velvet, I love what you’re doing with your tongue…”
…talking the entire time and I can’t help but mmmmmm. His hand is reaching back and grabbing my ass, rough like he knows I like it, giving it a good hard squeeze. My lips are stretched just right around the base of his cock and wetly sliding up and down. My tongue’s working over the mushroom head and flexing against his shaft. I’m hearing his voice and it’s just what I need to get me squirming and turned on enough to come just from sucking him off. And he knows it.
I’ve got a slow, pulling suction going and he’s egging me on, telling me to come, ordering me to come on his cock. I sink his cock into my throat as far as it’ll go, then pull back - I need that last inch to breathe enough to come.
And I do.
We’re on a curving country road now. I look up just enough to sort of see the dashboard, and I know where we are. I glance around for deer, push my hair out of my mouth and get back to the business at - or rather in - hand. He’s closer now, I can feel it. His cock always tightens and flexes, then expands… like the come is pumping through his cock, ready to shoot out. It’s a hot image and I know I’m going to come again and oh damn his hand is down my jeans and his finger just pushed into my ass and I’m moaning and I pick up my pace. There’s saliva dripping down from the corner of my mouth. His hips are bucking, fucking my mouth while I hold my head in place, fierce motion with just a few inches of room to maneuver and all that pent-up energy is going to be down my throat in a moment. The seat is squeaking and I find that the hottest thing in the world just then, that he’s completely uninhibited and thrusting up into my lips and holding steady on the road just the same.
His cockhead is popping in and out of my mouth and it’s making that wet suction sound that he just goes crazy for and I love the way it feels. Wet and sloppy and satisfying.
Oh, and I’m coming around his cock, moaning and pressing my ass back into his hand. I move my hand to my clit, then back to his cock because I don’t need it. Just the action right in front of me and his voice saying those words. I want to taste him, I want to feel him come in my mouth.
“Tighten up those lips, tighten up on that cock, sink down on it, I’m going to come…”
Thick and sticky and pumping over my tongue. I dart it out so I don’t miss a single drop. He’s got a big toothy shit-eating grin and I’m taking my sweet time cleaning up as always. I’m addicted to this whole scenario.
“That’s what I was craving tonight… your cock in my throat, your finger in my ass, and that smile on your face.”
Ever the gentleman, he even said thank you.
Yeah, I could get used to this. Happy anniversary babe.