Now boarding flight number…

Going with the theme of airplanes, here’s a story from our recent Spring Break trip to Europe.

You know how they always make you check in hours ahead of time for international flights because the lines for security are always so long? Inevitably, every time I arrive ‘on time’ I end up spending hours waiting at the gate. Well, a few weeks ago my boyfriend and I found ourselves in the same situation. Of course, it’s much more fun when you have someone to pass the time with 😉

In the check-in line and all through security we had been whispering to each other plans about how we would join the mile-high club that night and about all the nasty things we were going to do to each other under the airline blankets. When we arrived at the gate an hour early we considered starting our fun a bit early and sneaking into the guy’s bathroom to fool around. But, after passing by the bathrooms a few times we decided that there were too many people going in and out and that it would have to wait for a trip when we would be at the airport at a less busy time.

Of course, when Amor and I get horny we don’t give up that easily. We walked back to the gate and looked around for a dark corner to make out in. Sadly, there are no dark corners in an airport. We settled for sitting in the last row where no one else was sitting. We picked two chairs that were more or less out of view and started making out. Some businessman yelling on his cell phone gave us a dirty look, but otherwise it seemed that no one was paying attention. We passed a few minutes just making out to kill time, but the more we kissed the more horny we got. I could see how hard he was through his jeans and I just couldn’t resist. I started stroking his cock through his pants while I kissed on his neck. He was a bit worried that someone would notice, but since we had our backs to almost everyone and the people in front of us were far away and facing the other direction, he let me keep going. He kept watch while I played with his hard cock through his pants. Every now and then he would grab my hand and pretend we were just talking while someone walked by. I desperately wanted to suck his cock or have him fuck me on the spot, and the more I felt his hardness the harder it was to resist.

I begged him to let me touch his flesh, to wrap my fingers around his cock and feel every inch of it in my hand. He almost had enough self control to say no, but after all, I did have him hard as a rock already. I pulled his sweatshirt down over his lap and he let me undo his belt underneat. Rather than unbuttoning his pants he just pulled his cock up so I could reach it under his sweater. I wrapped my free hand around his shoulders and leaned over him to hide the bump I made under his sweater as I stroked his cock, moving only my wrist. We could definitely pass an hour like this!

At one point he couldn’t resist reaching over and pushing his hand into my pants as well, but (sadly) that doesn’t work as well for us ladies. Eventually we found a good position so we could keep going even as people passed by. Once, an airport cop on a Segway passed right in front of us and we just smiled and nodded to him as he rolled by, my hand still stroking Amor’s cock.

I reached farther down and played with his balls, I jerked him slowly and discreetly, but after a while even the gentle movements were driving him crazy.  I kept stroking his cock and we kissed and talked dirty about our plans for the upcoming flight while we waited for the gate to open. I was so wet I was sure I would soak through my pants, we had been fooling around and teasing each other for hours. I could have controlled myself, but when they didn’t open the gate on time I thought I might die of horniness before they let us on that damn plane.

So, we moved down to the floor, where we felt a little more hidden from view and placed our carry-on luggage next to us so passersby were less likely to notice what we were doing. I pretended to lay down in his lap – I mean, that’s not too uncommon in an airport, right? – and I wrapped my lips around his deliciously hard cock. I didn’t want to move my head too much so I just licked his head.  Every now and then he would push my head down on his cock until he was all the way down my throat and and would massage his shaft with my tonge. We kept going like this for a while, stopping every now and then when someone passed by like we had before. We heard them finally open the gate, but we were too caught up in what we were doing. Amor grabbed my hair and we pretty much abandoned any pretext of being discreet. He fucked my face in broad daylight in the middle of the airport.¨Do you want me to cum in your mouth?¨ It was more a statement than a question. He pulled my face off his cock and I opened my mouth to recieve his cum as he jerked himself, squirting a hot load almost immeditaley. I swallowed his cum with gusto and we got ready to board the plane.

Mile high masturbation

I fly a lot. And most of the time it’s a long flight, 5 hours or more. That’s a long time to sit still and watch old movies. Not to mention that flights usually mean that I haven’t seen Amor in a while or that I’m about to go somewhere where I won’t be able to see him for a while. That’s probably why, on a recent transatlantic flight, I decided to pass the time by masturbating. Not in the bathroom – it’s just rude to hog those things when a plane full of people only has 4 to use. No, I stayed right in my seat. The guys sitting next to me were asleep, conveniently wearing a night mask. And it was chilly in the plane so no one questioned why I completely covered myself with my blanket. I propped one foot on the hand rest of the seat in front of me and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans just enough to get one hand in position. The blanket was stretched from my raised knee over my body and tucked behind my other shoulder. I tested things slowly at first, making sure that a passing stewardess wouldn’t notice any movement under my blanket if I moved my hand ‘just so.’

Confident that I was being as discreet as possible, I relaxed and slowly started running my index finger around my clit. I closed my eyes but couldn’t help worrying that the whole plane was staring at the slut in seat 34 C so I opened them again to keep watch. I moved my leg a little to mask the movement of my hand as I reached farther into my pants to feel my wetness. I pushed two fingers as far inside me as my tight jeans would allow, swirling them around until they were soaked. I couldn’t help licking my lips thinking that if I was this wet already just from touching myself for a few minutes in the plane I would definitely be cumming endlessly when we finally landed and I saw Amor again. I pulled my hand back up, spreading my wetness across my lips and my slightly swollen clit. I pinched it between my thumb and one wet finger and tapped and rubbed it with the other. No longer as worried about being discreet, I brought my other hand under the blanket and reached under my bra to grab a nipple. I was full out masturbating in a completely full airplane, right next to two guys.

I tried to keep my hips still and my breathing quiet as I got closer and closer to orgasm. I closed my eyes, imagining (no longer worrying) that everyone was watching. Not just watching…in my head everyone wanted to join in. There were people pulling my shirt off, grabbing my breasts and sucking my nipples. Endless cocks were presenting themselves for me to suck, spilling their loads across my face and chest one at a time. Amor was there, teasing my swollen pussy lips with the head of his cock. I almost begged out loud for him to fuck me as I kept imagining more cocks to suck. Now there was a hot stewardess on her knees alternating licking Amor’s cock and my pussy. I was sweating under my blanket, ready to cum as I started thinking about Amor’s cock finally pushing inside me as the stewardess licked his balls. I couldn’t help shuddering a little as I climaxed, but when I opened my eyes the two guys sitting next to me were exactly where I had last seen them, totally asleep and oblivious to what was going on next to them.

Sensory overload

Well, I finally got my laptop back, so no excuses! I’ve been meaning to write about the new toy Amor got me for Christmas, but I’ve been kinda busy 😉 Well, I’m back home and all alone again so I’ll have plenty of time to ‘reflect’ on all the fun I had this winter.

I actually got my present early, a few days before Christmas. Amor wanted to test it out, to see how I responded to the 10 (or was it 20?) different settings, to see how loud it was inside me and how long it would take me to lose control. Just hearing him bring up the bullet after all that anticipation was making me so wet we barely needed lube to get it inside me. It nestled comfortably against my gspot and I laid back, naked, shimmied my hips and smiled, letting him know I was already incredibly horny and ready to get started. He pushed the button once and the little machine buzzed to life. Its rhythmic pulses were not as strong as I expected, but I was already so horny from the anticipation that I was bucking my hips and moaning within seconds. Amor pushed the button again and the rhythm changed. The change gave me a few moments to catch my breath before the new stimulation had me moaning again. He let me enjoy it just for a few seconds, then changed the setting again. It went on like that until we had gone through all the settings. I was mad with lust. He shuffled through until he found the one he thought got the best reaction out of me. He asked if that was my favorite setting but I was so close to cumming that I couldn’t answer. When I was just about to finish he turned off the vibe and pulled it out. I was almost crying from frustration, begging him to make me cum. Since I wasn’t going to tell him what my favorite setting was, he was going to fall back on what he knew I liked, he teased, pulling out his cock. I don’t think he pumped more than three times inside me before I was cumming on his cock and dripping onto the sheets. He pulled out and I licked his cock clean.

He pulled out his laptop and let me lay there for a minute to recover. I was totally dazed, I didn’t even notice what he was doing. Eventually he turned his laptop around so I could see the big Kink.com castle displayed on the screen. I can’t usually cum right after times so I assumed he wanted us to watch some porn while I sucked his cock. I lay my head on his stomach so that we were both facing the screen and started licking the tip of his still-hard cock. The video started and we settled in to enjoy. As the action slowly built I took his cock deeper into my mouth, licking and sucking with gusto and caressing his balls with my hand. Soon my pussy, still wet from my last orgasm, started melting again from the combined excitement of sucking cock and watching porn. Damn would I love to be Chloe, kneeling with hands tied to a chair so that my mouth couldn’t go anywhere besides down on top of a hard cock! Amor had his hands in my hair now, pushing my face down onto his cock, and my swollen pussy lips and clit were throbbing with new arousal. “Is sucking my cock making you horny again?” he teased. I was about to nod yes when he reached over and pinched my nipple hard, twisting and pulling enough to make me squirm. “Do you want to cum with my cock in your mouth?” he asked as he switched to the other nipple. I moaned and nodded and chocked on his cock.

He reached between my already spread legs and easily pushed the remote controlled bullet back inside me. He turned it on and went back to abusing my nipples with his fingers. With the other hand he helped me keep a steady rhythm on his cock as I started to lose to go crazy again from all the stimulation. A vibe in my pussy, his fingers mauling my nipples, my mouth around his cock, watching porn (and hearing Cloe sucking and getting spanked when I couldn’t see it), and feeling incredibly submissive from Amor’s hand controlling me by my hair – I couldn’t pick which sensation to focus on. As if that wasn’t enough to drive a girl crazy, Amor took the hand I had on his  balls and brought it down to my clit. “Touch yourself slut, make yourself cum again for me.” he ordered. So, I added another sensation to the incredible mix. Every part of me that could feel something was feeling something incredible and every sense I had was focused on one thing: how horny I felt. There were so many things going on that I couldn’t get my brain to concentrate long enough to make myself cum. I just laid there, sucking cock and dripping cunt juices onto the sheets for what felt like a lifetime…the best lifetime I could ever imagine.

I gave up on *trying* to cum and just lived in the moment, enjoying every single feeling, sound, sight and smell. The buzzing against my gspot. The fingers massaging my clit. The delightful pain in my nipples, now alternating with gentle kisses. The delicious cock in my mouth. The strong hand on my head. The sounds Amor and I were making in our pleasure as well as the sounds coming from the laptop. And of course, the incredibly sexy sight of Chloe bound and fucked on screen. Amor pushed my head down as far as he could onto his cock and held it there, cutting off my breathing. I didn’t gag or panic, I relished in the total loss of control. I wasn’t trying to cum and I wasn’t trying to make Amor cum. I was just blissfully aware of both my arousal and his. He wasn’t letting go and I started getting light headed and again, instead of trying to lift my head off his cock I gave in to the sensation. That was enough to push me over the edge without my even realizing that I was on the edge. My pussy spasmed and I came around the relentless little bullet. Amor lifted my mouth off his cock and I gasped for breath as my whole body shuddered and wave after wave of amazing orgasm overtook me and the vibe kept going inside me. As my orgasm was finally subsiding Amor shot a hot stream of cum onto my face.

That made a nice picture for his webcam collection.

Thank you for the Christmas present baby! I think that orgasm made it to my all time top 10! Can’t wait to use our new toy again 🙂

Snapshots of my week

OR: Things I want to write about but can’t make myself finish…

It’s late but I’m still asleep. I guess Amor gets tired of waiting so he climbs back into bed to wake me up. He’s just cuddling me, but it’s making me horny. Good thing I’m already naked.

Amor just came on my face. I’m sitting in the tub masturbating myself and he’s thrusting his fingers inside me, smiling. Just a little break before we finish our shower.

We’ve just had sex twice in a row, we’re laying on the bed recovering.We’re face-to-face, holding each other and I feel my chest press up against his as we breathe.

I joke about sucking his cock. Seconds later, I’m sucking his cock 😉

We’re sitting together, watching TV. My head is resting on his shoulder and he smells irresistible. I realize I want him again.

We try watching porn together, but we only make it about 3 minutes in. Then we’re ripping each other’s clothes off.

I try writing in my blog every day, but every time I do I get distracted and we end up fucking instead. And all my post ends up unfinished. At least it’ll give me something to do when I go home next week…

Snow day

All girls wish their boyfriends could read their minds. Well, Amor can’t yet, but we’re getting there. I just want to share a moment from my day that made me fall in love with my Amor all over again.

We slept in late this morning and since neither of us had anything to do, decided to spend the day lounging around the apartment. When we were finally up and about we decided to barter a shoulder rub for an omlette. Really, I would have made him breakfast anyway if he asked, but I’m not gonna turn down a massage! After our yummy breakfast (really, it was past lunch time) we  snuggled up on the couch for that shoulder rub I was promised.

It was purely platonic, just a boyfriend giving his girlfriend a treat on their day off. I was really tense for some reason and his strong hands made me want to purr. Then, purely by accident, his hand brushed against my throat. Just for a second. Suddenly I was aware of his body surrounding me, of his hands on my neck and his kissable face so close to mine. My heart skipped a beat and I immediately started slipping toward sub space. I was wet in seconds. I don’t know what I did in those few seconds that let him know his happy, comfy girlfriend was turning into his horny little slut. But somehow he knew. And somehow, just the thought of how horny I was made him feel the same way. He kept working on my neck with one hand, but moved the other back to my throat, then down to my chest. He squeezed gently, then a bit more roughly. He pushed aside my tank top and bra and squeezed my hard nipple, making me gasp and shudder. I could feel his hard-on growing as he watched me wanting him.

We were too turned on to bother with things like taking off our clothes. Somewhere on the way to the bed I lost my pants and his were barely below his has ass when he climbed on top of me. As soon as I felt him slip inside me I started bucking my hips, grinding myself on his cock. He loves watching my fuck myself like that and sat back on his heals to enjoy the view. He watched me bring myself closer and closer to the edge until I was crazy with the need to cum. Then, he pushed himself down on top of me and rode me hard, pushing his big cock into me at that perfect angle. I love it when he tells me to cum, almost as much as I love it when he fucks me so hard I can’t help it anyway. I got both that time and, with a moan loud enough for the neighbors to hear, I came. And came. And before I was done cumming I was already wrapping my legs around him, begging for more. It didn’t take him long to cum after all that, and the satisfied smile on his face as we laid down for a nap made me feel like such a good girl as I drifted off to dreams of more orgasms.

When I woke up from those dreams still horny, Amor was more than happy to take care of it again 🙂 I’m taking a little break now to write this and make dinner (two meals in one day!) and then I think I’ll have to make him cum again. I just can’t get enough of the look on his face when he’s cumming inside me.

Please, may I suck your cock? (Part 2)

Well, clearly we worked things out after that frustrating night, otherwise I would have had more time to write 😉 In fact, the very next evening we had what I like to think of as an ‘aha!’ moment. We’ve had plenty of those moments in our relationship: when I realized he really wasn’t freaked out by my kinks, when he realized I really did love sucking his cock, when we both realized how much fun public play could be…So here’s a new one for our collection:

On the Sunday before Christmas, still at his parents’ house (but with fewer people around), still on my period, and still upset about the night before I decided to take out my frustration by sucking his cock. In case you haven’t caught on, I love to give blow jobs. I had been thinking about his cock all day and as soon as we closed our door for the night I was ready to take him. I guess he was thinking along the same lines because before I could say or do anything he was kissing me and pulling off my clothes. But, this time I wasn’t just going to sit around and do what he wanted, I was pissed off. You’d think I’d do something mean, but no, all I really wanted was to have his cock fill my throat until everything else in the world disappeared. So I helped him with his clothes and got on top of him so my head was above his erection. I started hungrily licking the head, the shaft, his balls, anything I could find, popping him into my mouth for a second sucking him off, then back to licking, kissing, sucking again. You can tell the difference between a girl who just wants to give a good blowjob and a girl who needs to suck cock right now or she’ll die. Yea, I was the latter.

I bounced my head on his cock, licking the underside of his cock, flicking my tongue across the tip every so often just to hear his reaction. He had his fingers in my hair, not guiding me, not hurting me, just letting me know that he could. I don’t usually choke if I can control when I take him into my throat, but his size makes the last inch really hard to push in. Not because of the gag reflex, but literally because I can’t get it past the narrow part of my throat. I had only managed it on a few occasions before but I was determined to do it again that night. Don’t ask me why, it was just there and I wanted it inside me.

He saw my neck was getting a bit tired and decided to help me out – ’cause he’s such a nice guy 😉 Standing up he pulled my head to the edge of the bed so I could take him from a new angle. But, now I didn’t have gravity on my side helping me push onto him. He watched me struggle for a few minutes, starting up at him while I tried to swallow his cock. Steadying my head with both hands he started thrusting in and out of my mouth. I loosened my jaw to accept him as he slowly worked himself deeper into my mouth. Then deeper into my throat. He was face-fucking me faster now and I was starting to get dizzy from the lack of air. Losing my focus I gagged. He pulled out to let me recover. “Are you ok?” He asked, genuinely concerned. I smiled through my tears and nodded, taking the tip of his cock back into my mouth. He let me suck him like that for a few seconds before he felt sure enough to start pushing into me again. Over and over I took him as deep as I could, until I couldn’t anymore. Over and over he made sure I was ok before starting again.

To give me a bit longer break, or maybe because he was getting tired of standing, he climbed onto the bed, kneeling over my chest. He stroked himself for a while there, again asking if I was ok and if I wanted to keep going. I always thought that would be a turn off, but coming from him, in that loving voice it made me want him even more. I answered by licking and sucking his balls, smiling up at him every time I let them go. I took a deep breath as he lifted my head up to the tip of his cock. He pulled my head toward him so that his cock was half way in my mouth and there was no way for me to pull away…as if I wanted to. He started thrusting into me again, deeper and deeper until he was as far as he could go. I could feel his balls on my chin as he moved his hips to get more leverage. Then he stopped. Balls deep in my mouth, he stopped. With his cock down my throat I couldn’t breath. With his body on my chest and his hands holding my head to him, I couldn’t move. Instead of panicking and trying to push him off, I opened my throat just a little bit more and he pushed all the way inside me. My head was swimming, probably partly from lack of oxygen, but mostly because I had completely given up control. I was as far into subspace as I could imagine, all I could think of was his cock in my mouth, nothing else mattered. I’m sure that moment lasted only a second or two, but it felt like forever.

He pulled out again and I gasped for breath as he held me just an inch or so from the tip of his cock. Again he asked if I was ok. I don’t think I answered, I don’t think I could, but I smiled and made to take him into my mouth again. And that’s when it clicked. Somehow he internalized what I had said about how much I love to suck his cock. He was no longer worried about whether I wanted this or not, he was going to cum in my throat and he knew I was going to like it. So he fucked my face, chocking me with his cock and giving me only a few seconds to recover. Tears were pouring down my face now from suppressing my gag reflex, but neither of us cared. I stroked his cock with my tongue as he fucked me, sucking and swallowing as much as I could, begging him with my eyes to unload down my throat.

And when he did, it was as good as I imagined. I felt his hot cum on the back of my throat as his cock pulsed on top of my tongue. He held me there, my face pressed against his abs until he had spilled ever drop of cum. He pulled out without letting go of my head and as I felt his head pass my lips I gratefully licked him clean.

Maddening!

Amor came home for the holidays Saturday. So of course, I get my period, I get sick, and we get stuck at his parents’ house. Sigh. He picked me up that afternoon and we got caught in holiday shopping traffic for an hour on our way to his parents’ house for a big family pre-Christmas dinner. It would have been a lot more fun if I hadn’t been feeling like I was about to pass out the whole time. I excused myself for a bit and went to lie down in the guest bedroom where we would be spending the night. Fifteen minutes later Amor came to check on me, looking a bit worried but mostly cheerful. He had brought me a holiday cupcake!

It’s been so long since we’ve seen each other that I was absolutely determined to have some time to ourselves, family celebrations and being sick aside. So I set the the cupcake he had brought me on the nightstand and pulled him down on top of me by the waist. It’s been too long since I’ve felt a strong body on top of me. We kissed and hugged like teenagers for a bit, just enjoying each other’s bodies. But we aren’t teenagers and soon I started thinking about how I’d love to lick his hard cock again and feel it deep in my throat as he came. Like he was reading my mind he started unfastening his belt and telling me how it had been way too long since he’d felt my mouth on his cock. The bed was the perfect height. He stood, with his pants pulled just far enough down to let his hard cock spring out and I laid on the bed, relaxing while I kissed and licked him. Just as I started working him into my throat we heard a whole procession of family members climbing the stairs. In a panic he buttoned his pants and I fixed my hair and we waited to see what would happen. It turned out they were getting towels or something for his baby cousins, but babies are a great mood killer and we just couldn’t keep going after that. Amor went back downstairs while I stayed in bed by myself. I’m not good at being alone when I’m so close to him and so horny, so I was feeling pretty bummed out by evening. And, to top things off, the cat knocked my cupcake onto the floor!

Then, when he did finally come up to bed, he was so exhausted from his early-morning flight and the busy day that he went straight to sleep. Hrumph. So, being the emotional masochist that I am, instead of nudging him and saying, “hey, I really missed you, can we finish what we started earlier?” I stayed up for hours feeling lonely and frustrated. Sigh. Sometimes I piss myself off.

Yoga makes me want to fuck

I’m very flexible. I can do a full front split, I can sit in the lotus position, I can even hold my leg above my head. I’ve never understood why guys find that hot. In my experience even the most convoluted sex positions require only moderate flexibility and I haven’t been able to find a single one that took full advantage of my talents. But then, a few months ago I finally found a way to do just that.

It was my idea to try it – I had come across a site with photos and descriptions of various bondage positions and I wanted to try it out. We had some cuffs and some bondage tape but hadn’t yet made the leap to real ropes so some of the more complicated positions were not an option. I found the one I wanted to try first and broached the subject with Amor. He was a bit skeptical at first (that I would be able to do it, or that it would be fun? I’m not sure which) but agreed to give it a shot. If it didn’t work out we could always use the bondage tape for one of our old standbys once we had it out.

After some preliminary discussion I stripped for him and, wiggling my ass in his direction, pushed the coffee table out of the way to give us lots of room to play with. I kneeled for him, spreading my legs wide, and bent my arms into the reverse prayer position. With my hands between my shoulder blades I pushed my palms together from wrist to fingertip. I held it there nervously, waiting, watching his erection start to tent his jeans. Ok, so I guess it was a good idea after all. He kneeled behind me and gently brushed my hair out of the way. He brushed his hands over my ass, breasts, and abdomen. My muscles were tight from holding the stretched position. Now I know why flexibility can be so sexy. Most people couldn’t hold that position without the help of ropes and even then not for very long. But, even though I could feel the strain in my muscles I knew I could hold it comfortable for as long as he wanted me to.

I felt extremely submissive kneeling there naked with my hands behind my back forcing my chest out as he caressed my body. He hadn’t even touched my clit or let me feel his hard cock but I was already dripping from my exposed sex and my nipples were pointing straight out. When he had good and teased me for a bit, he carefully pulled my hands back, a few inches away from my shoulders, and started rolling the bondage tape around them. I winced from the pain in my shoulders but didn’t pull away. When he had wrapped my wrists tightly enough that I couldn’t pull them apart he let me pull my hands back to a semi-comfortable position at my upper back. Closing my eyes to enjoy the wonderful loss of control I relaxed a bit into the bondage, no longer needing to keep my hands together and behind me with my own strength.

“Holy shit your boobs look amazing right now!”

Do they? I looked down but couldn’t really tell and said so. Still, the compliment made me even more satisfied to be kneeling here, thrusting out my chest with my hands tied behind me. I wanted to make him happy and I wanted to make him cum. Fuck, I needed his cock so bad!

Reaching into his pocket and pulling out his ever-present iphone he told me he wanted me to be able to see how hot I looked right now. He snapped a few pictures of me from the front, a few zeroing in on my boobs, some from behind. He pushed my torso down with his strong hand so he could take a picture of my ass with my bound hands in the background. Mmmm, photos make me sooooo horny. Phone still in his hand he pulled off his jeans and brought his huge cock in front of my face. I wanted that cock in my mouth, I wanted to lick it and suck it and taste his precum but it was just out of reach. I whimpered a little and tried to lean forward without losing my balance (very hard in that position).

“Beg for it.”

I begged for it. I looked up at his face from where I was kneeling, naked on the floor and I begged him to let me serve him, to let me take his cock in my mouth, sucking and licking and choking on it until he came. I like asking for it. I like the look on his face when I tell him what I will do for him if only he lets me. And he always lets me.

He stepped closer. I kissed the tip of his penis, already tasting a drop of precum. My pussy gushed from the taste and I smiled as he snapped another picture. I stuck my tongue out, stroking the underside while I continued to kiss and suck the tip. Snap. I opened my mouth, forming a neat ‘O’ around his shaft. Slowly I started bobbing my head, first only an inch or so, then slowly letting him go deeper inside me. Snap – a picture with his cock deep inside my throat. Snap – another as I look up at him between strokes, his cock glistening with my spit. I am having a hard time keeping my balance as I suck him. He steadies my shoulders, seeing me struggle, and the gentle support makes me even more aware of how much control I have given up for him. And for me. This is my subspace: letting go of myself, giving over control not just of having it taken, knowing that I am owned by someone who I trust with everything I am.

With him holding me steady I can increase my pace and push myself further onto his cock. I want to reach around and tease his balls but I can’t, so I let his cock pop out of my mouth for a second and bring my mouth down to his balls. I lick and suck each in turn, then I run my tongue from the base of his cock up the length of his shaft, flicking the tip of the head as I pass. And then I’m back to sucking and deep throating. He lets me pleasure him like this for a while, absentmindedly stroking my hair or massaging my breasts while he enjoys the sensations of my mouth around his cock.

We had only talked about doing a blow job when we had set up the scene, so I was a but surprised when he pulled out of my mouth and gently helped me to my feet. I was too high on lust to ask what he was planning, so I just followed as he lead my into the bedroom. He sat me down on the bed where I posed for more photos. Legs spread, devilish smile on my face I showed my wet pussy for the camera. Still snapping photos he asked me to kneel at the edge of the bed with my legs spread wide. He pushed a little on my back and I toppled over, face on the mattress, hands still tied behind my back, ass in the air at the edge of the bed. Another photo of my exposed ass and pussy and then his cock was sliding inside me. I was so close to cumming from the amazing sensations of the bound blowjob that he pushed me over the edge with just a few strokes of his big cock. My head was spinning from the orgasm and it seemed like all my senses had gone dull except the one that felt his cock inside me, there was nothing else in the world but my orgasm and his cock. He held my ass as I came and kept fucking me, enjoying the rhythmic tightening of my pussy. My body flushed from the orgasm and I gasped for breath. Seconds later I felt him pull out of me and as he unloaded all over my ass. Snap – a photo of his white cum dripping down my pink ass.

Phone sex for breakfast (Part 2)

“Mmm good morning” I whispered into the phone. “Your timing couldn’t be better”

“Yea? How’s that?” Amor responded.

“Because I was just dreaming about you and I’m really horny.”

We’d been long distance for about 3 months and we still hadn’t figured out the whole phone/cam sex thing. My internet connection is pretty bad so the picture is always freezing and it just doesn’t feel personal enough on the phone. Plus, it’s nice to have two hands free when I’m playing with myself: rubbing my clit with one while putting a finger or two from the other inside me or squeezing my nipples. But, I was horny and he had called and I wasn’t going to let a little thing like distance keep me from enjoying a nice orgasm with my boyfriend.

So, holding the phone with my left hand I started rubbing myself slowly with my right. I was so wet and horny already I could have come in seconds. Instead I avoided my clit, rubbing my fingers inside my slit and over my swollen lips. I wanted Amor to know how horny I was, how badly I wanted to suck his cock and (most of all) I wanted to turn him on and make him cum – even if it was hundreds of miles away. Good thing for me he’s always in the mood. He asked me to tell him about my dream and I retold it with as much detail as I could remember.

“It makes me so wet thinking about sucking your cock in public with that little toy buzzing secretly inside me.” I told him when I was done with my story. It took at least 15 minutes and I was fingering myself the whole time, holding off my orgasm. “I wish I could make you cum right now.” I added breathlessly as I imagined again the feel of his cum on my face. Still half asleep and dazed from the prolonged arousal, I couldn’t think of a way we could make that happen with him so far away. Then he asked the obvious:

“Do you want me to cum for you over the phone?”

Oh God! Just hearing him suggest it made almost tipped me over the edge. I couldn’t resist bringing my other hand down to my clit as I responded in a whisper “Oh please, please let me make you cum!” I thought he wanted me to talk to him, to hear the arousal in my voice as I brought myself closer and closer to orgasm and the gasps that meant I was cumming. But he had something much hotter in mind.

“Do you remember that video I made of us last time you were here?” Do I remember? It was only one of the hottest things we’ve ever done. He was riding me from behind on his bed, gripping my hair for support and giving me an occasional slap on the ass when he leaned over and grabbed his phone from the nightstand. Just when I was starting to wonder what he was doing he let me turn around to see him recording a clip. We didn’t do anything fancy with it, I think the whole clip is shorter than 10 minutes but it was the first time I’d made a sex tape (definitely not the last) and it was incredibly hot. I think about it all the time when I’m laying alone in my bed touching myself because he’s not here to fuck me.

“I want to watch you while I’m getting myself off. I want you to hear how hungry you were for my cock. And, I want you to cum for me again this morning thinking about my cock inside you.” I all could manage for a replay was “Mmmmmm.” I grabbed our toy bag and pulled out two vibes. I wanted to enjoy this to the fullest. I inserted a large purple on and turned it on the the highest setting, the other I held to my clit. With my other hand I went back to squeezing my breasts and nipples.

I few seconds later he had the file playing on his computer and I could hear the unmistakable sounds of sex. I recognized his voice better than my own and the sounds of his desire, both on the tape and on the phone were making me light headed with lust. Keeping the phone squeezed between my head and shoulder, I took the hand that was inside me and started furiously rubbing my clit while the other hand shot to my nipple and I started rubbing, squeezing, and pulling on each in turn as I listened to the tape. Then Amor, obviously close to cumming himself, started describing to me what he was watching:

“I can see my cock pushing in and out of your pussy. You’re so wet…that’s so hot.” Mmmm I wish he could see how wet I was right now. “Now I stopped and you’re so frustrated, you’re moving your hips and begging me to keep going.” I could hear my voice through the phone. I could hear him moaning in pleasure but I wasn’t sure whether it was really him or the video. I started to lose control. I was breathing hard now, ready to cum. I heard a smack. Then another. Then my voice again begging for more. I love it when he smacks my ass and I loved it even more when he filmed it. I could barely hold the phone anymore, all I could think about was cumming. The sounds of the video and Amor’s lustful breathing drowned out all other thoughts. Suddenly I heard him sigh and moan and I knew he was cumming. Seconds later I heard him cum on the video. As I imagined his cock squirting hot cum into my we pussy I let the vibes push me over the edge. I came and came for an eternity. My orgasm was so intense I forgot where I was, all I knew was that I was cumming hard. I’ve never been able to make myself feel like that alone. I didn’t think it was possible without a cock inside me. As my orgasm subsided and I began to catch my breath I whispered:

“That was the best breakfast I’ve ever had.”

Pull over!

It’s always exciting when we get to go to our favorite beach. The very first time we drove down there he got a speeding ticket because I was going down on him while he was driving. No, the cop didn’t see what was going on, but it was a close call. I just can’t keep my mouth away from his big cock, especially when he’s doing something so nice like driving me to the beach for the weekend!

It’s a four-hour drive, so whenever we go I try my best to break up the monotony with a little sexy fun. One time last Spring I was teasing him, as usual, about how I would love for him to pull over and take me in the back seat. The problem is he drives a sexy little sports car that can barely fit one person in the back. I drive a tiny hatchback so we’ve never actually managed to try out that particular fantasy. So on that Spring day I got a little carried away and it was getting to the point where it wasn’t safe for him to drive. It was broad daylight and the countryside around the highway was flat for miles so there was no chance that we could pull over somewhere and I could use my tongue to fix the little mess I made without getting caught. We decided to pull off the highway onto a smaller country road until he felt safe enough to continue driving. The road wound through a cluster of houses and then into some sparsely populated fields. Because I’m horrible when I’m horny I decided it was safe to start teasing him again – after all, there wasn’t much traffic here. I said it would be incredibly hot if he just pulled over and fucked me by the side of the road. Of course today we might actually do that, but at the time we were still exploring that particular side of our kinkiness. So, since the fields around us were mostly flat, the houses were not too far apart, and the occasional car passed by in the other direction, I figured there was no chance in hell that he would do it. Well, that wouldn’t be much of a story!

We had only been driving down that road for a few minutes and he was getting more and more turned on, when we started to pass a small wood. We considered sneaking in there but decided against it in case there was poison ivy (which neither of us knows how to spot). With one hand on his hard cock and my face pressed into his neck I didn’t see why we stopped. He didn’t say anything, just killed the engine and got out of his car, not bothering to button his jeans. I looked around and saw that we had come to the edge of the wood where it came right up against another field. But, this time it was corn! Between the rows of corn and the wood was a small patch of grass, no more than 15 feet wide and, grabbing a blanket from he back seat, he headed right into it. I followed, a bit unsteady on my feet from all the teasing. The view from the nearby houses was blocked by the trees and the corn but, since the patch of grass was perpendicular to the road, anyone driving by had a clear view. We could have walked farther into the clearing and farther from the road, but he stopped just a few paces in, waiting for me to join him.

We were both too nervous to talk: it was our first time playing out our exhibitionist fantasies. He spread the blanket on the ground while I stripped for him down to a bra and panties. A cool breeze was blowing and it felt incredible on my hot skin. He grabbed me and started kissing me all over while I struggled to get his pants off. I desperately wanted to take him in my mouth where he stood, but as soon as his pants were clear he sat down on the blanket and pulled me down on top of him so I was facing him, kneeling with one leg on each side. I could feel his hot, hard cock against me and I squirmed a little on, rubbing my clit against it through my panties. He let me tease him (and me) for a few seconds longer but then lifted my hips (I love how strong he is!) so instead of feeling his shaft against my clit I could feel his head pressing against my wet panties, ready to plunge inside of me if only the panties weren’t in the way. I moaned with desire – it was so nice to be out in the open, not worried about being heard. He pulled my panties aside so he had full access to my sopping wet pussy and, still holding my hips tightly so I couldn’t force myself down onto him, he started slowly bringing me down onto his cock. It was torture! I was squirming, trying as hard as I could to get him inside me so I could get off. I brought my hand down to my clit hoping to relieve myself in spite of his teasing. I wrapped my other hand around his shoulders for support, thrusting my chest into his face. I love it when he stares at my boobs! When he had brought my hips down all the way and his cock, rock hard from hours of teasing, was deep inside me he let go of my hips, giving me free reign on his cock. He put his hands behind him for support and I grabbed his shoulders with both hands to balance myself while I bounced in his lap. The bra I was wearing gave him a fantastic view of my cleavage and I thrust out my chest making sure it was bouncing as much as my ass. I didn’t want to be on top, I was desperate to cum and I can’t ever do it when I’m in control. I guess that’s what I get for teasing him! Well, I definitely made it up to him. I know how much he loves watching me when I’m this horny, so I rode his cock as long as I could, changing pace and angle several times. First I was straight on top of him riding him hard, then I’d lean back so he could see his cock, slick with my juices, slowly sliding in and out of me. I’d lean forward and push him deep inside me then wriggle and writhe while I reached one hand behind me to play with his balls.

After a while, when I had spent every ounce of energy I could muster he tipped me over onto my back and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he started riding me on his terms. Oh that’s heaven! One hand grabbing my hair and the other roughly fondling my breasts, he rode me hard, his need driving him into a frenzy. We were both seconds away from cumming when he suddenly stopped. I was moaning, frustrated that he had stopped at the worst possible time and trying to grind into him hoping to get the moment back. When I accepted defeat and relaxed he gently pulled out and moved up my body, presenting his cock to my mouth. I immediately began licking every inch of his cock and balls clean of my juices, fresh waves of arousal flowing though my body from the taste. He growled to me to take him in my mouth and I hungrily obeyed. He let me suck him for a short time before deciding he would rather cum fucking my face. He held my head down by my hair and started pushing in and out of my mouth, going deeper with every stroke. I couldn’t help gagging as his cock pushed against the back of my throat. Seconds later he was shooting a huge load into my mouth and down my throat. I continued stroking his shaft gently with my tongue as it softened in my mouth. I savored the taste of his cum until he pulled out and let me swallow. I was still grinding my hips in need and my hands were caressing his body of their own accord. Smiling at my desperate arousal he fixed my panties and whispered “It’s so sexy when  you want me this bad. I want you to stay just like that for the rest of the trip. Just think about all the fun we’ll have when we get home and I get to fuck you all over again.” He was already pulling his pants on while I was still laying there, trying to decide whether to ignore him and make myself cum on the spot. But, my desire to please him overpowered my desire to please myself (besides, it’s so much more fun cumming hard with a cock inside me). Slowly, I sat up and he helped me get dressed. The two hours left of our trip took years. By the time we got home I was mad with lust and we spent the last night of our romantic weekend cumming over and over again.