Thanks to a couple nice recommendations we’ve had a rather banner week for visitor stats.
Special shout-out to Koebi at Reddit for calling us an “awesome sex-blog” as well as all our other sexy friends. We love you all. Now come over and get naked with us!
Part II, continued from HERE,
SexFairy was standing, legs spread, arms leaning against the wall, as her ass reddened from the repeated caning and flogging. The drool was dripping rather steadily from her forced open mouth gag into the metal bowl on the floor. To say I was very admiring of the view is quite an understatement.
Now we had been going here for maybe 30-45 minutes and while I had been hard the entire time, I had not actually directly enjoyed any stimulations myself. So with SexFairy in this bent towards the wall position, I naturally entered her from the rear and fucked her very hard for a few minutes. This made her drool profusely. Imagine how long you’d go with your mouth forced into an open position, while being flogged and fucked. Exactly.
So she deserved a little present. I picked up the bowl of her saliva and poured it into her open mouth. Because yes my whore deserved a drink. Aren’t I thoughtful?
I went back to some more flogging…this time from behind hitting her ass so that the leather straps whipped around her ass and slapped against her dripping pussy and swollen clit. I continued giving her more of this attention until my rock hard cock could take it solo no more. Grabbing the straps of the tight leather corset she was wearing I pulled her around and forced her to her knees. The ring on the gag was far too small for my cock so I removed it, grabbed the back of her head with both hands, and started a nice face fucking session.
Normally she is very obedient and reacts appropriately to my attentions. But as to why this time she failed I am still not sure. Perhaps having her mouth forced open for so long? Perhaps she was just mentally lost? I am not sure. But I felt something I am not supposed to feel when my cock is being forced into her mouth and pushing against the back of her throat. I felt her teeth. Yes her teeth against the head of my cock.
“Did you just fucking bite me?” I demanded. “Did you?” She looked at me with a measure of fear in her eyes, shaking her head no. “Oh my fucking god I cannot believe you just bit my cock,” I said. “Now you will pay dearly for this.”
I firmly grabbed her by the corset and pulled her from the floor and pushed her into the bedroom.
…to be continued – [in part three, she is punished]
As much as I hate to admit it, it happens sometimes: I gag on Whitman’s cock. Even if I try not to, it’s definitely rather large, and he’s into thrusting, and he’s very powerful, and, well…you know… I think he likes it when I gag, and I like what he likes, I’m just terrified I’ll actually vomit one day.
I’m SO going to try THIS the next time I feel a gag coming on…
WHITMAN Comment: I would kind of like to gag her so hard she does puke up on my cock….but maybe not after pizza.
She stood there in front of me wearing stockings and heels, and nothing else. I told her to turn around.
Around her waist I put the black cincher corset. The straps I pulled very tightly, leaving her only shallow breaths as her lungs compressed against the squeezing force of the leather.
“On the floor slut” I commanded, knowing that there was more than one way to comply. Of course she tried on her knees face up. The reality is no matter how she had complied, I would have told her she had done it wrong. Sometimes I need to create situations where she is guaranteed to fail, so I can then administer the punishments. “On your knees, face down”, I said.
For a minute or so I admired the view. She waited patiently for me to notice. To do something. To give her any kind of attention. I left the room and made myself a drink, taking my time. When I got back to the room, she had not moved. Good girl I thought, but did not say.
“Stand up,” I instructed, which she did with some difficulty in her 5 inch hooker heels.
I walked her to the wall, facing a mirror. I wanted her to see her face. Around her head I put a metal open mouth gag. This was a new item in my box of toys and I was eager to see it’s effect. With a slight gasp she opened her mouth as the metal went between her teeth. The strap I pulled very tight and buckled it in the last hole.
Facing the mirror, I had her step back until she was around 2 feet from the wall. Taking her left hand, I put it against the wall to the left of the mirror. I then did the same with her right hand. She was now forced into a position where her naked ass was bent out for my pleasure. “Spread your legs”, I said. Of course that was followed by “MORE”, which she did until her wet labia was visible glistening between her open legs. So I left the room.
Taking my time I picked up a simple metal bowl, about 6” across, from the kitchen. Then out of my box of toys I carefully selected two more items. One being a leather flogger, about 20” in length with beautiful metal studs on the handle. The other item was plastic cane, about 2 feet in length. Of course, when I got back, she had not moved.
Gently, I let the leather flogger drape against her shoulders, her face, her neck, and then her ass. I pulled it off her skin and paused. As I did her body stiffened as she knew what was coming next. So instead I kissed her, briefly, and then, stepping back, put my full effort into a very long swing hard whip of the flogger against her bare ass. She gasped but said nothing. Perfect.
I kept flogging her for a few minutes, watching her ass redden with each hit. Looking up at her face I notice two things. One, her eyes were closed, in violation of my instruction to keep them open. So I repeated it and she opened her eyes. What she saw in her face was the pleasure and the pain of her flogging and the saliva dripping down her mouth and chin onto the floor. Remember she could not close her mouth with the gag. I said “you had not kept your eyes open and so you will be punished for not strictly doing as I say. But you have also drooled onto the carpet, so this will be taken care of as part of your punishment.” I picked up the metal bowl and put it on the floor where her saliva was dripping. “Don’t let any more spit hit the carpet. It all better drip into the bowl.”
I then went back to behind her and grabbed the cane. This is a very stiff length of hard plastic. It gives very little and being thin it has very little give. Hence, it hurts like hell and can leave quite a nice mark. With carefully aimed hits against her ass, I caned my initial into her ass. The deep red lines were quite appealing to me, and painful to her. She so loves attention. Her lovely letter to me posted here explains that.
…to be continued – [in part two, she does a very bad thing]
You arrive late in the night from a long, long journey. We hug, then kiss, then collapse on the bed, you on top of me, my arms and legs wrapped around you. I can’t hold you tightly enough. I want to eat you up. Your weight, your smell, your skin feels so familiar, so hot, and yet so comforting. FINALLY.
Just seeing you makes me wet, but now is not the time. We break our embrace and arrange ourselves under the covers, each trying to touch every part of the other with some part of our own. The sound of your breath makes me love you even more. I’m amazed by the feel of your hands roaming over my body, squeezing a handful of breast here, stroking a soft lip there, your hand holding tightly to my waist as we fall asleep breathing the same breath.
Whitman and I got dressed up for Halloween. I wish I could post a photo, but alas, then we wouldn’t be anonymous sex bloggers anymore, would we??
DAMN, WE LOOKED SEXY!!! I’ll leave it at this:
We were coordinated. I was an assistant wearing a short hot skirt. He was in charge.
(Did I mention how hot we looked??)
We went drinking at a funky little dive bar nearby. This was no strip club or swingers’ bar. 
Just a dive bar.
We got groped by a fairy princess with cotton-candy-blonde hair.
I do mean GROPED.
Thoroughly.
I was doing a little rump-shaking for the blondie as she sat at the bar next to Whitman. (Okay, it was close to a lap dance). Suddenly, I felt fingers from behind make their way into my panties, then fingers inside of my pussy.
I wasn’t really sure if it was the fairy princess or Whitman, but I kept dancing, kept grinding…
Meanwhile, with her other hand, apparently she was giving Whitman a good rubdown through his pants before giving him a taste of my juices on her fingers. She asked him if we were into threesomes, then she disappeared. She probably had some sex-game playing of her own going on with HER date, and we were just sexy little pawns. I guess we’ll never know, but WOW, what a hot moment.
I’m hungry for you.
Your mouth, your hands.
Your breath, your soul.
Your mind, your mouth, your cock.
I want you around me, in me, on me, over me, under me.
NEAR ME.
It’s been too very long.
Whitman and I aren’t known for waking-up-in-the-night sex. We ARE known for having sex, (lots of it), and fairly crazy sex (most of the time), and drinking a little (as previously mentioned). As much as we like all of those things, we sort of like to sleep at appropriate times, too.
Not last weekend.
OH MY GOD, what an ongoing, never-ending three day and night tease-fest! As so many weekends do, this one started out with a little drinking, a little playing, a little sex. Whitman brought me to the edge of orgasm with his tongue over and over and over. He had just inserted the big ol’’ Rippler into my wet pussy, which was causing me to moan and cry out as he pressed it into my g-spot, when we heard a car door. Oh no! Teenagers home….Grrrr. That was too much like an audience for me. I reluctantly removed the Rippler and we fucked quietly then went to sleep with Whitman’s cock still inside of me. I love that.
Insomnia struck, and we were up chatting sleepily around 3 a.m. We were chatting about things like me rimming him. You know, the usual things couples talk about in the wee hours of the morning. The next thing I knew, we were fucking. Again. We fucked ourselves right back to sleep. I’m sure we were still talking dirty as we drifted off…
The next afternoon, we were lounging in bed, talking and teasing. I was still fantasizing about Whitman’s ass, and as we talked about it, I teased it with my finger, just pressing gently but not entering, and swirling my spit-coated finger around the sweet pucker like it was my tongue. Nudity ensued, but not nearly enough, and just as we were discussing engaging in a little pegging, ‘ding dong!’ We had company at the door. Talk about a ruined orgasm. THAT ONE was ruined before it started!
Fast forward to 3am again. As we cuddled and spooned, I wriggled my ass closer to Whitman’s cock. After two days of near-miss-orgasms, it just took a split second for me to feel him getting noticeably hard.
“Stop that,” he said, “or I’m going to fuck you.”
“Just rest your cock there. Like a hot dog in a bun…” I said, as I reached behind me to nestle it in place. 
He chuckled softly and growled a little in my ear as he removed his hotdog from my buns and slid it into my pussy. I was still SO FUCKING WET from the two days of teasing, and from his closeness. The feeling was so heavenly, I could have touched myself and had an orgasm in about one second. Apparently this was mutual, because I could hear Whitman’s breathing change, and I knew he was close. I reached back and grabbed his ass to pull him in close to me, and as I did, I said, “Don’t cum yet.”
It was a request, not a command, obviously. He let me have my way. I wanted to wait yet ONE MORE DAY so I could a) take advantage of the two-day-long teasing buildup, and b) be fully awake for the event.
The next day I awoke with wet panties and I continued to drip for him all day.
I could hardly wait until we had the house to ourselves.
FINALLY!
Whitman naked: check
His ass propped up high: check
Sexy hard cock in my hand: check
My face buried between his cheeks: check
I ended up sucking him off while stroking his cock with one hand, and the middle finger of the other hand massaging his prostate. And we all slept happily ever after.
Whitman doesn’t often cover me in cum. He did last night.
After some fairly gentle ‘corrections’ of my behavior, I was trying so hard to swallow Whitman’s cock, but I couldn’t take it all. It was exceptionally long, and ROCK HARD. As a matter of fact, the inside of my lip is pinched in two places from being squeezed between a cock and a hard place (namely, my teeth).
I rode his cock, facing his thigh, trying desperately to rub my clit on him to cum. He caught on to this trick rather quickly, and his command not to cum only made me want it more. Reverse cowgirl came with a new set of instructions. Whitman’s extra-hot directive to put my legs UNDER his legs while fucking him was so brilliant. It allowed him to have SUCH DEEP penetration – it felt amazing, but left me nothing to rub against.
He finally pulled me off of him, positioned me on my back, and holding my thighs and ass in the air, he fucked me, and I fucked him back as hard as I could. I wanted his whole self inside of me, not just his cock. (Obviously that didn’t happen.)
I saw his orgasm impending by the look on his face, and I felt it coming as his cock throbbed inside of me. He pulled out. He sprayed me from my pelvis to my collarbones with his warm slippery jizz. I ran my hands up and down my body smearing it everywhere and it just. kept. coming. Afterward, I was so happy to sleep covered in him.
End result: I am SO HORNY TODAY. My breasts are aching, and my cunt is throbbing and soaking wet. I’m not allowed to masturbate until he tells me, and I don’t know when that will be. I need him to fuck me again, but I know that when he returns I will be teased mercilessly and spanked “until his arm grows tired” and be denied his beautiful cock. Is it time yet??
I was talking with Whitman the other day, and (not) shockingly, the conversation turned to sex. It turned to dirty, naughty, what-he-wants-to-do-next sex. He wants to get back to basics. Basic BDSM, that is. I want what he wants. Of course.
“It seems we need some new items,” he said. I agreed. I already know he wants new nipple clamps, but he continued with his shopping list. “We need a cane, and a flogger, and a paddle of some sort.” Most of my spankings have been administered by Whitman’s hands or belt. I love both. “Whoa!” I thought as my panties were instantly soaked at the thought of him wielding a cane. Or a flogger. Or a paddle. Or all of the above.
The sound of Whitman’s voice had changed in a way that I know so well. I instantly knew this was not idle talk or fantasy chat. I WILL be subjected to a serious spanking, among other submissive delights. I can’t wait. Any submissive will tell you that a good submissive session (mental or physical) is a great release. I need it. He needs it.
So. This conversation. Let’s recap: We started talking, Whitman’s voice changed, my panties were wet, and I knew it was time to head on over to EdenFantasys and get shopping!
Follow @yoursexfairy
| © 2012 The Naughty Spot | Suffusion theme by Sayontan Sinha |