We’ll call him Mr. L

As delicious as his pictures were, they didn’t come close to doing the man justice.  His request for my cuck on his knees and a kiss at the door was so easy to comply with as I took in my afternoon delight. He had that sexy, strong, one arm hug that nearly knocked me off balance in my heels.  When his kiss made me nearly weak in the knees, I was glad he was holding on tight.  I would have stayed in that hazy state if Mr. L hadn’t needed to turn to my cuck and say

“Am I gonna have to hold on to these things all night, or you gonna do your job?” indicating the item in his hand.  

I was so embarrassed that my usually very observant cuck had left him holding the bag for so long.  When he still hadn’t moved, I gave him a quick, sharp smack on his face.

“Get his things, bitch”

I don’t ever think I’ve seen him crawl on his knees so fast.  Muttering the whole time,

“Sorry Mama, I didn’t hear.  I’m sorry!”

We quickly forgot him as he scampered off with the bag.  Mr. L pulled me in for another kiss and that’s when I felt it.  The most magnificent cock I had ever felt.  I mean, seriously, it actually felt sexy.  The way you could feel the girth as it wound down his leg made me gush just enough that I had to sneak a peek.  I slowly pulled away from the kiss; just enough to spy on what was rubbing my leg.  As my eyes quickly traced the outline through his jeans, I could literally feel my pussy just give up.

“OMG, I need me some of that!  GIMME, GIMME, GIMME, GIMME”, was all I could hear in my head.  My proverbial version of the “little head” taking over.  Whatever battles we may get up to that afternoon, I pretty much knew I was probably gonna lose.

Mr. L took that moment to instruct my cuck to take off his shoes. We both immediately went back to kissing as my boy took to his task.  After the first shoe came off, I just couldn’t resist myself any longer.  I had to feel it.  I slowly snaked my hand down his back, across his ass (delectable, by the way), and around his thigh, until my fingers caught the outline.  In seconds, my whole hand was wrapped the outline in his jeans.  

Maybe I was being to over eager.  Maybe I should have let him have a chance to settle in first.  But by that point… the pussy had officially taken over and all I could think about was getting that cock out of his pants.  Luckily he didn’t seem to mind one bit.  As I clumsily struggled with his belt buckle, he happily swatted my hand away and took it off himself.  As my cuck pulled the pant legs down, he began unbuttoning his shirt.  I shamelessly groped him as I eagerly waited. My cuck dutifully tugged at the pant legs as Mr. L stepped out, while pulling off his shirt at the same time.  I simply stepped back just to enjoy the reveal.  What I saw made my jaw dropped to the floor.  I think my knees followed suit, as the next thing I knew I was on my knees, between his legs, mouth wrapped around his cock and my pussy in complete bliss about the fact.

The afternoon became a blur of primal, orgasmic bliss as he fucked me on the basement floor, the swing, the bed and last but not least… the couch, after I enticed him enough not to leave just yet!  

 
 He was sexy, suave, assertive, passionate, forceful, and yet a complete gentleman.  He fucked me like a primal beast that had caught his perfect prey.   Add to all that, he’s the one of the few we’ve met whose actually enjoyed taking a some control of my boy.  He was so comfortable with it; the banter the two of us could get going was just so easy and fun.

 His cock.  

OMG that cock!  It was every bit as amazing as my pussy thought it would be.  Long and thick with that slight upward curve.  I’m not sure I’ve ever actually “worshiped” a cock the way that I did Mr. L's ALL afternoon.

The Picture

We lounged back on the bed, well spent after a couple hours of primal pounding going on.  We chatted a bit about the game on TV while trying to catch our breathe.  As I traced my fingers along the outline of his chest, my mind couldn’t help but wander back to just a few moments before.  I could feel the twinge in my pussy as I recalled the gut wrenching orgasm he had mercilessly pounded out of me.  I wanted more.  I crooked my finger at my boy and simply pointed down.  

Like a good little bitch, he scampered over to the bed and carefully crawled up between my lover’s legs and took that gorgeous cock gently into his mouth.  With his mouth and lips, he caressed my lover’s cock with every ounce of deference he could summon.  As sexy and sweet as this was… somehow, it just wasn’t fitting my mood at the moment.  Instead I reached down and placed my hand on the back of his head, signaling him to pick up the pace a bit.  True to form, my boy’s head began bobbing in a nice steady rhythm.  I kept my hand on his head just feeling the beat of his rhythm.  Then, at the right moment, I applied just enough pressure to keep his head from coming back up.  All it took was a moment before I could hear the saliva started to build.  A little more pressure and his mouth sunk another half inch lower.  The sound changed into that noisy, gurgling sound that happens right before the gag reflex.  Holding it there, I could feel the tightening between my thighs.  I could tell my lover was getting hard just watching me force my boy’s mouth down on his cock.  I could hear the distress in the gurgling sounds my boy was making.  I let go of his head and watched him gasp for air.

“Dirty little whore”

As he blushed, he quickly got back to work on my lover’s cock.  I reached over and grab the camera.  Steadying it in one hand, I grabbed a fist full of my boy’s hair and held him mid-stroke.

“Nasty little slut, time to show Mama what you’re made of”

I began pumping my hand up and down, slowly speeding up the rhythm as I snapped the camera.

“Now, show Mama what a disgusting little cuck you really are.”

At that, I felt him open up his throat, holding his mouth open as wide as he could.  I began bobbing his head even faster, every so often pushing his head down a little lower and snapping pictures all the while.  Listening to his gagging and gurgling, I could feel my excitement growing out of control.  

“Oh, you nasty, filthy, disgusting little whore.  That’s the grosses sounding Blow job ever.  Wet and sloppy.   You’re making a mess down there, aren’t you?”

A muffled responds and more gurgling noise was all he could muster.  I could see that pained look in his face, the tears welling up in his eyes and yet… the adoration never stopped shining through.  I wanted to remember that look.  That look that I know means he is completely and utterly all mine.  I begin to shove his head even deeper  than before.  Hitting his gag reflex a few times, the first tear started to roll.  I shove him down on that cock, as deep as I could make it go.  His body tightens in panic.

“That’s it bitch, take it in deep.  You’re nothing but a filthy, disgusting little fuck hole.  Good for nothing, but being used and abused. Isn’t that right little bitch?”

And at that moment, I pulled his mouth right up to the tip of my lover’s cock and 

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Snapped the picture.

It's Raining Men!

For Thanksgiving this year, I’m thankful for having such a good bitch who knows how to keep his Mama happy for the entire 4 day weekend.  Poor guy needed nearly 11 hours of sleep to recover and still begged for a two hour nap, once breakfast was done.

Sometimes, when the stars align just right, things just seem to work out so well for me.  This past year has been a little trying on both of us.   It kinda felt like someone had hit the pause button on our lives.  Oh sure, we had fun along the way and we’ve talked about making some shifts in our dynamic.  But things were just so up and down, that it was hard to put much into practice.  But the past month, things have been settling down and we’ve been able to get back into a more steady rhythm to life again.  So with the upcoming, long, holiday weekend… seemed like a good time to kick things off.   What I was to discover was a little magic from a good cuck ensured I would spend the entire weekend happily singing, “It’s raining men!”

The Wanderings of a Sadistic Mind

I saw this post over on Dumb Domme and I licked my sadistic lips.  My mind leapt to dreamy thoughts of his head pinned beneath my foot while I ran this toy all over his ass.  I could just imagine the way his body would start writhing in pain.  I pictured his body tensing up as the pins touched his skin because his mind couldn’t help but dread what was next.  The quick intake of air, as he tries so hard to steel himself from the pain.  Even in my mind, I was anticipating that moment when those steeled nerves finally crack… and I swear I could feel myself get moist.

As I came back to reality and looked over at my boy, snoring so peacefully on the couch… and the fantasy came crashing down.  My boy would take one look at that thing and scream “HELL NO!  Hard Limit” .  See, he isn’t a masochist.  There’s no joy for him, when it comes to pain.  Not to say he doesn’t have a pretty good tolerance for the pain, or isn’t willing to take what I dish out.  It even speaks to his submissive nature at some base level.  But he will never get excited at the thought of being on the business in of my sadism.

As I wandered up stairs to delve into the fantasy even deeper, my mind took a quick left into the thoughts of what it might be like to actually play with a masochist.  Would the experience be all that much different than with my boy?  Do they actually get excited and turned on?  Is it more mental, or do they actually get an erection from it?  Do they scream and cry and fuss from the pain, or is it more moans of pleasure, or maybe a mixture of both?  Are they hot and horny and raring to go when it’s all said and done?  Or do they get soft and small like my boy does?

Another left turn and my mind wonders if I would even like that.  Admittedly, I derive some sick pleasure from my boy’s strong reactions.  I know if I hit him just so, he’s likely to try and rear up, cussing and growling in a way that makes me drool. I love the way his body tenses with the anticipation of the next strike.  I get a little moist from the hurt look in his eyes when I playfully smack him just a little too hard.  

Then somewhere the cheesy porn music starts in the back of my head and I start imagining a scene with some faceless backside that acts just like my boy, but stays rock hard through it all.

Then comes the AHA moment… I just want my boy’s cock to stay hard while I beat on him so I can smack that hard cock too.  Because I do know it would be far more enjoyable (not to mention easier) to smack the crap out of a hard cock then a soft one.

What’s a girl to do?

The Ebbs and Flows

So how have the boy and I been?  Amazingly wonderful!!!  Over the past few months, I’ve noticed a nice easy flow to our lives now.  I’ve been working on deepening his submission to me and he’s enjoying every minute of it.  Oh sure, he occasionally complains when I spoil his fun, but he is thriving under the heightened expectations.  Oh, he’d love it if I was a bit more stern, bossy and even a bit bitchy... but it’s really not my style.  I am finding that I enjoy being a bit more sadistically mean and a bit more  demanding then I suspected, and it’s seems to create a better motivation within him on a more daily basis.

Cuckolding has been a bit more stop and start lately.  Between surgery, work and kids, we just haven’t had a whole lot of time to play.  But we’ve used what little time we’ve had to our advantage and met a new lover to add to the mix.  We’ll call him AJ.  He has a quiet dominance that I find rather enticing.  He actually gets off on watching me dominate my cuck, and has even joined in a bit.  He’s also not afraid of getting really rough and has this hard, steady pounding to the way he fucks that literally has my poor cuck peeling me off the floor by the time he’s done. 

All in all, I’ve been pretty content with how the year has been going , except for keeping up this poor blog.  I’ll have to work on that, though I make no promises!