Whispers

I am thinking about you,
you know who you are…
I had this fantasy of you…
Do you want to hear it?

I have a vision of you leaning back in a chair…
and me wearing a little frou-frou skirt,
sexy back-laced bustier, tiny black thong…

Facing you, I dance…
wiggle for you…
I lean in, you watch me
slide over you, not quite touching…
teasing,
I run my hands over my breasts…
lick my finger…
slide it betwen my thighs…
offer it to you to suck….

I see the bulge in your pants…
what a lovely compliment….

I turn as if to sit in your lap, but…
not quite. I wiggle…
brushing my ass across your thighs…
I can feel your erection grow,
straining against those tight jeans….

I sit in your lap…
reach down and unzip you…
you untie my top and slide your hands
underneath,
over my breasts…
my nipples harden between your fingers…
as I pull aside my thong and slip
my wet pussy…
over your hot cock
and my hips begin to circle on you…

You rock into me…
thrusting…
pumping…
harder and faster, in and out…
fucking me…
until we explode together….

Are you thinking about me now?
What’s your fantasy?

(from my blog “Diary of a Second Life Courtesan” http://tsaijie.blogspot.com)

They sit facing each other. One bound motionless the other bound only lightly. One with her legs held wide, her pussy lips pulled open her clit exposed. A brush flicks across her clit twice every second. She pulls and strains but there is on way to escape the stimulation. The other watches her, waiting for the right time. She can see the pleading in the other girls face; she can hear her beg even through the gag. She lifts her hand and places it on the big red button that is between the two. The other tries to shake her head but even this movement is denied her. She pushes the button and the brush stops. She feels the electricity begin to flow from clamp on her clit to the thick probe in her pussy, a small current almost pleasurable, but growing. After 1 minute it is uncomfortable, after 2 it is painful by 5 it will be agonizing but she will hold it for as long as she can. Finally sweating and breathing as hard as her gag will let her she releases the button. The brush begins its metronomic beat once more. She hopes her opposite won’’t edge too soon although she knows she has not cum for 6 months. 2 hours in and 6 to go, if she allows her to cum the electricity will not stop, she will be left all night screaming. But each time her opposite edges quicker. If she can prevent her cuming she will sleep in a warm bed tonight with only her chastity bet to bind her and another point towards her own orgasm. If she wins today she will be half way with only 16 more to go.

I am on my stomach, naturally - on the bed, or over the spanker’s knees. All I’m wearing is a pair of white panties. The only physical connection the spanker and I have, apart from however our bodies are arranged, is their hand and my ass. The overall emotional tone is enjoyment and laughing fun.

They start slowly, to warm me up to it. Light taps to start, arrhythmic to throw me off, interspersed with the occasional spike in intensity. Just to hear me gasp, and feel me writhe, at the unexpectedness. They increase the tempo and the intensity, sacrificing arrhythmia for sensation. But as the intensity increases, they not only occasionally strike harder, they occasionally stop… and run one single finger along my cunt, through the fabric.

It goes on like this for a while. My whole ass is on fire; spanking hard isn’t even necessary, at this point. And every so often, a finger or two, to feel how wet I’ve gotten. Slight penetration, again through the fabric, then spanking. Their hand cupping, gripping my cunt, then spanking. Tasting my juices through my panties, then oh god, spanking. Changing up pleasure-pain with sheer pleasure, hearing me moan, feeling me writhe, and just sensing my gigantic grin through all this. If I’m not outright laughing sometimes out of sheer joy.

When I’ve had enough, or when their arm is tired, they end it with two or three fingers in my cunt and their thumb at my clit and me coming so hard I can barely see straight.

He puts the collar around my neck. “Do you know what this means?”

I nod. “Yes, sir.”

“Strip.”

I do it. When I am naked, he grabs my tits. “Are you my slut?”

“Yes, sir.”

He puts his hands between my legs. I’m already wet. “Are you ready for it?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Turn around.” I do. “Get on your hands and knees.” I kneel down. I hear him take off his clothes. His hands touch my ass. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me, sir.”

“Hard?”

“Yes, sir.”

His fingers touch my labia. He opens me up and slides a finger inside me. I moan. “Put your head down and your ass up.”

“Yes, sir.” I touch my forehead to the carpet and push my ass up in the air. He puts his cock against me. “Don’t cum.”

“Yes, sir.” He shoves his cock in. God, it feels so good! I scream.He slaps my ass and fucks me hard. His cock goes very deep, almost too deep. I scream every time he thrusts. I have to fight not to cum, his cock feels so wonderful.

He pulls out. I make a disappointed noise. “Please!”

“No.” He shoves a dildo into me. It’s big, too big to handle. I cry out. “Please, sir!”

“Quiet.” He pours something over my ass. It’s cold and wet. I shudder. He pushes the plug into my ass. It’s hard and round. It stretches me open, then pushes in. “Ow! Sir, it hurts!”

“I know.” He ties a rope around my hips. The rope passes up between my legs. He pulls it tight. It holds the dildo and the plug in. The dildo is now pushed up too deep in me. He pulls the rope even tighter and ties it around my waist. “Sir, it’s too tight! Please, it hurts!”

“Good. Sit up.” I do. He puts a blindfold over my eyes. “I’m not finished yet.” I kneel on the floor. The plug starts to vibrate in my ass. I yelp.

I hear him move around me. Blindfolded, I cant tell where he is. Every now and then he touches me. He twists my nipples, pulls my hair, pinches my ass. I keep moving my head to try to figure out where he is.

“Don’t move.” He ties my hands behind my back. “Bend over.” He pushes me down until my head touches the floor. It’s uncomfortable and puts me off-balance. He smacks my ass. It drives the toys even deeper. I scream. He keeps spanking my ass over and over until it burns. “Ow! Sir, please!”

He keeps spanking me. “Tell me that you like it.”

“Ow! I like it, sir! I like it!”

He spanks me for a long time. My ass is red and burning. He grabs my hair and pulls me up. He gets in front of me. His cock slaps my face. “Open your mouth.”

I open my mouth hungrily for him. He teases me with his cock. “Stick your tongue out.” I do. He puts the tip of his cock on my tongue. I can taste my own pussy juices. “Suck it.”

I suck it slow and deep, the way I know he likes it. It is very hard in my mouth. I move my head up and down. My tongue moves all around, licking up my juices. He reaches down and grabs my nipples. I try to scream, but I can’t. He twists harder and harder. “Cum now!”

I cum hard. He cums with me. I gulp it all down.

“You did good.” He unties me and pulls out the toys. The dildo is drenched in my cum. He takes off the blindfold. He holds me tight in his arms. I know I’m going to be sore tomorrow.

I have a confession. I love to go down on my boyfriend. That’’s not really the confession, though.. That’’s just the first part. I love the way the zipper sounds when it’’s slid down.

I love seeing him.. I love seeing how hard he is. It makes my mouth water just thinking about it. His cock is amazing. I’’ve never felt it inside of me, but having him in my mouth just feels so good. He’’s long and thick. Oh.. It feels great to have him in my mouth. I like to see how far I can go. I can’’t deep throat yet, but I want to. I like to lick him up and down his shaft, and flick my tounge on the head. I take as much as I can in and it feels so great. What turns me on more is when he moans and his breathing gets harder and deeper. Once, I looked up when I had licked his frenulum. It was one of the most erotic scenes. He had let out a sexy groan and threw his head back. We he faced me again he was smiling. I like knowing that I’’m good at making him feel good. But he knows all of this.

What he doesn’’t know.. Is that I like it when he grabs the back of my head when I’m sucking on him. It isn’’t rough, his hand just slowly slides down from my shoulder to my neck and then to the back of my head. He isn’’t forceful, he just follows my rhythm and pushes my head a little. It is so sexy to me.

That’’s my confession.

My girlfriend is really shy about sex. She was a virgin when we started dating, and so I’m her first everything. First kiss, first sex. We’ve been dating for almost two years.

She really likes sex a lot. We do a lot of stuff in bed, like using toys and vibrators. She likes to read magazines like Penthouse Letters and Playboy Forums. But she’s really shy about talking about sex. Whenever I try to talk to her about sex, she just turns red and gets quiet.

About 3 months ago she did something different. She took my hand and led me into the bedroom. That’s what she always does when she wants to have sex. When we got in the bedroom, I saw these cuffs, leather cuffs, attached to the headboard and down by the foot. It kind of surprised me, because I had no idea she might be into that kind of stuff.

Anyway, she took off her clothes and laid down on the bed with her arms up by where the cuffs were. I started to put them on her wrists. She started squirming around like she was trying to pull away, so I stopped. She shook her head and put her hands back up again. So I put the cuffs around her wrists again, only this time I held her down when she started squirming around.

Then I tied her ankles down with the other cuffs. When I had her all tied to the bed I could tell she was really turned on, her nipples were sticking straight up. I didn’t know what to do then, so I just got on top of her and started fucking her.

She started screaming and making all kinds of noise, which really turned me on because normally she’s really quiet and doesn’t do much. I fucked her really hard, much harder than I normally do. She came like 3 or 4 times before I blew.

Ever since then she likes to leave the cuffs out if she wants to be tied up. Like one day I came home from class and she was already naked. She took my hand and led me into the dining area in our little apartment, she had the cuffs sitting on the table tied to the legs. I bent her over the table and tied her there and then fucked her really hard from behind.

She has started to do a lot more too. Like when I tie her down, she will start to struggle and fight. If I let her go she shakes her head and puts her hands in the cuffs again. When I try to buckle them se starts fighting again. She likes when I force her down on the bed and tie her there and fuck her really hard.

I can’t help thinking there might be other things that she wants to do too. But she won’t talk to me about sex. Like if I ask her if she likes when I tie her down, or if I ask her what she wants me to do to her, she just gets all red and changes the subject. I wish I could get her to talk about sex stuff. It might make our sex life even more fun!

I’m sitting in class, and I can’t seem to pay the least bit of attention to the what the professor is saying. It’s incredibly boring and I think the professor is very good looking… I start thinking about him, and my hand slides down to the outside of my skirt. I’m getting so horny, and I glance around to see if anyone around me is looking. They aren’t. So I pull up my short skirt and start rubbing my clit feverishly with my fingers. I don’t notice when class ends, and then there’s just me and my professor… When I open my eyes I see him standing over me and I blush furiously.

“What do you think you’re doing, miss?” He asks me.

“I…” What the hell. I might as well tell him. I look him straight in the eye and respond, “I was thinking of you, sir.”

At this proclamation, his eyebrow raises. “The next class will be here soon. I would suggest you get going.” Disappointed, I get up and walk away, not looking back. I don’t notice him staring at my ass sway while I stalk off.

Later, that evening, I’m checking my email when I notice one from him, to me - not the entire class. Hoping, I open the message. It says to meet him that night at ten, in his office. I look at the clock, which reads 6:02. Damn. I have to wait. Figuring I might as well make the most of it, I have a little supper and after tidying up, I go have a shower.

After my shower, there’s very little to do but wait. I try to read a bit while I wait for my hair to dry, but I can’t focus. I can feel my pussy getting wet, wanting. I squirm a bit - I don’t want to pleasure myself right now; I want to be bursting when I see him. I want to be ready. I look through my drawers and find the perfect outfit. A lacy little pink thong that leaves nothing to the imagination, and a short grey skirt that screams schoolgirl. By the time I get my bra and blouse on, my nipples are tingling and my underwear is quickly getting soaked. I get into my car and drive to the university, trying not to run all the red lights. I’m finding it difficult.

Having parked the car and done my very best not to run through the halls, I find myself in front of the door to his office. Despite my eagerness, when I knock on the door, it’s a soft, timid knock. A moment later, I hear a brisk “Come in.”

I enter the room almost cautiously, being careful to make sure the door behind me stays closed. I take off my coat and deposit it on a chair near the door. Glancing about the room I see him seated in his chair behind the desk, grading papers or some such. He doesn’t look up at me. I walk over and stop in front of the desk. “Sir?” I question.

Still looking at the papers, he addresses me. “Go sit down in one of the chairs over there. I’ll be with you in a moment.” Feeling both a bit uneasy and a little fluttery, I take a seat. As he continues to the mark the assignments I try not to stare to obviously at him. I lick my lips to moisten them as my mouth becomes dry. After what seems like an endless silence, he takes the papers and places them in a filing cabinet behind his desk, in front of the large window that looks out onto the campus.

Then he looks at me. “Do you have any idea how serious this is, miss?”

“Yes, sir.” I respond.

“I am your professor. I could get in a lot of trouble with my superiors if someone overheard your comments.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Well, do you have anything to say?”

I think for a moment. “I think, sir, that we should… examine the issue more closely before we make any… substantial… decisions. Sir.”

“I don’t think you understand the gravity of this situation. I am within my rights to throw you out of this class and I’m seriously considering doing so.”

I don’t know whether he’s teasing or not. Still, the tone of his voice is making my skin tingle. “Well then, sir, I’d best persuade you otherwise.” As I say this, I lean over his desk and give him an eyeful of my breasts, encased in a lacy pink bra that matches my underwear.

“Apparently you don’t understand.” He gets up and walks over to where I’m standing. “Bend over.”

This, I wasn’t expecting. “What?” I asked, astonished.

“Obviously you don’t understand how serious this is. You masturbated in class, propositioned your professor, and waltzed into his office wearing a skimpy little outfit, and proceeded to proposition him once again. To do such a thing you’ve got to be a dirty little slut, and you need to be punished. I am going to punish you. Now bend over.” He growls the last sentence and his tone brooks no argument. I’’m beginning to feel a bit apprehensive, but I listen. I bend over the desk.

“That’s better. Let’s see if you can continue to listen, shall we?” I don’t know whether he’s teasing me or not when I feel his hands on my thighs, sending shivers through my skin. Suddenly, my skirt is being hiked up around my waist and my underwear is yanked down, pooling around my heel-clad feet. The rush of air makes me acutely aware that my ass is now prominently displayed. His fingers brush it lightly. Then out of nowhere, SMACK! A sharp, stinging sensation covers my rear. Then again, SMACK!

“OUCH!” I cry. I am ignored as another, harder smack is delivered across my bottom.

“Shush, now, you wouldn’t want anyone to hear, now would you? Look out the window. What if they heard?” I lift my head to do as he says

I’’d forgotten about the window. Thankfully, it’s getting late and few people are about. He begins to spank me in earnest now, in a hard and fast, steady rhythm. Warmth, then a heated throbbing spreads across my arse, but my body betrays me. I can feel myself dripping wetness, even as my legs buckle and a shout of pain escapes.

“Tsk, tsk. Apparently this isn’’t helping you listen. I told you to be quiet
” As his words trail off he reaches down and pulls my underwear off of my feet. My eyes widen as I see the handful of soaked panties being shoved in my mouth. Then he spanks me again, harder than before. I yell out, but it’s muffled now. Suddenly I feel his hands touching my wetness, stroking it.

“Hmm, seems like I’m not getting through to you. You, my little whore, are dripping wet.
”
Then, with a single thrust, barely after I am able to register the feeling of his cock poised at my entrance, he is inside me, stretching me. He grabs my hips as he pounds into me, pounds me against the desk. It’s rough and my legs are aching but his cock feels amazing. I’ve never felt so filled before. He thrusts, faster until I swear I’m going to come, and then all of a sudden, when he’s almost all the way out, he slides back in ever so slowly. I’d scream in frustration if I could. He continues, slowly, in a maddening rhythm. In, out. In, out. I moan, a deep guttural sound escaping from me as the feeling grows stronger. In, out. In, out. Slowly. Purposefully. It builds. I can feel the waves of my orgasm approaching me when he quickly pulls out, and then I feel his juices being spilled over my ass. My orgasm is lost. A few moments later, I feel the sticky liquid being wiped off of me, and I am then yanked upwards, my legs quaking, the underwear falling from my mouth.

“Kneel.” This time I don’t even attempt to argue. I’m simply too exhausted. I fall to my knees in front of him. His cock, glistening with my fluids, is right in front of my face.

“Suck it clean.” He demands. Still too exhausted to do anything but comply, I settle for sending him a glare. Then I wet my lips, and proceed to swirl my tongue around the head. My juices taste slightly odd to me. He thrusts a little, wanting more. So I give it to him. I grasp the base of his cock with my hand, and cup his balls with the other. I begin to suck in earnest, my tongue swirling as my head bobs up and down. I move my hand up and down his shaft in tandem with my mouth.

Last weekend was even more amazing than the weekend we had before. Our friends invited us to spend the whole weekend at their house, after what happened last time we couldn’t say no. I think we were both a little bit nervous, because after last time we didn’t know what to expect.

We went over to their house late Saturday afternoon. All four of us went out to lunch at a cute little restaurant by their house. He sat next to me while his wife sat next to my hubby. She flirted with my hubby all through lunch. When we got back to their house, she asked me if I would mind if she borrowed my hubby for a little while. I said sure. She grabbed my hubby’s hand and took him into the guest bedroom. I was still feeling nervous, and I guess it must have showed, because he offered to give me a massage, the whole treatment, head to toe. I wasn’t going to turn that down!

He brought me into the bedroom and told me to take off my clothes. I did, but it made me even more nervous. It shouldn’t have, because he laid me down on the bed and started rubbing my back and my shoulders with massage oil. It felt amazing! Guys, if you want to get lucky, forget about cheesy pickup lines. Learn how to give a good massage. You’ll get all the action you could ever want, I promise!

Anyway, he massaged my back for a long time until I started to relax. After a while I started hearing sounds coming from the guest room, so I guess they were having fun in there! His hands felt so wonderful on me, pretty soon my eyes were closed and I just melted. It was kind of fun to have his hands on me and be able to hear his wife and my hubby fucking each other in the other room.

He told me to turn over and I did. He poured massage oil on my breasts and massaged them in circles. Oh my God it felt good! I thought he knew how to touch a woman before, but this was amazing. Pretty soon I was drenched and moaning. He spread me open with his fingers and poured some massage oil directly over my clit. Then he did this thing with his fingers like he was strumming a guitar or something, right on my clit, and he had me screaming in no time. I started bucking against his hand, and he poured some more massage oil over my clit and pressed harder with his fingers. I came so hard I saw stars!

After I came down, he rubbed me down with soft warm towel. Then he climbed on top of me and started kissing me. I could feel how excited he was. He ran his hands all over me while he kissed my neck and my breasts until I was ready again. He put on a condom and fucked me slowly for a long time. I put my arms around him and took him nice and deep until he came. His cock felt so good inside me, I didn’t want him to stop!

When we were finished, we went outside. My hubby and his wife were in the pool. They have a big oval-shaped swimming pool with a little round jacuzzi attached to it. They were sitting in the jacuzzi, my hubby had his swim trunks on and she was naked. I went and put in my bikini and got in the jacuzzi with them. He went into the kitchen and poured some glasses of wine, then got in next to me, naked of course.

I was sitting between him and her, and my hubby was sitting on the other side of her. We relaxed in the jacuzzi sipping wine and talking for a while. It felt a little strange to be just talking casually after my hubby had just fucked his wife and he had just fucked me. I kept waiting to feel jealous or for my hubby to be upset or something, but for some reason it didn’t happen.

After a while she put her arm around me. “Can I show you something?” she asked. I didn’t know what she had in mind, but I said yes anyway.

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I want to have sex with my brother in law. He’s the sexiest man I’ve ever met. Firm ass, nice muscles, blue eyes, you name it, and oh my God does he have a gorgeous cock. I’ve seen him naked several times. He stayed with us for a while when he was looking for a house, and I managed to “accidentally” walk in on him in the shower quite a few times.

I fantasize about him all the time. I think I would let him do anything to me. I think about him doing me up against the wall while my husband is asleep. I think about how much fun it would be to run my hands over that gorgeous body. Sometimes when I have sex, I imagine it’s my brother in law on top of me instead of my husband.

I only married my husband because my brother in law is gay.