The Greatest Gift I Ever Gave (Guest Author)

She had done so much for me… how could I possibly deny her the one fantasy she had dreamed about for years? A fantasy that she only recently shared with me.

I can even remember the night she opened up. It was after a particularly hard session… the kind of session where her body was intricately marked from the back of her shoulders to her ankles. A session she begged for at the start, but midway through had a brief moment of regret. That is until the delicious stroke of Daddy’s crop against her skin. That leather taunting her body that instantly sent her through what little pain she might have been feeling to that deep place of true bliss. That point where every stroke after sent a streak through her body causing it to race with excitement and her pussy gush like a geyser at a national park.

That night, after that intense session, as she laid in bed in Daddy’s arms feeling safe, vulnerable, exposed, yet protected in every way, my sub raised her head and sheepishly shared her fantasy. The fact that she choose that moment to open up, made me so proud and honored. And while I had not thought about partaking in her fantasy before, because she took a chance to share, it was done. I knew I would help her live out this fantasy… Only she never knew when it would happen!

It was the end of June, the end of the week, the end of her day. I was picking her up from work because her car was in the shop.

As I drove up to the front of her office there she was… A vision! Short, but tasteful skirt and sleeveless blouse. Her glasses glistening from the sunlight as she slipped into the passenger seat. I leaned over to give her a little kiss and whispered, “Show me.” Immediately she knew how to respond. Slowly sliding her skirt up so I could see she was wearing absolutely nothing underneath, just her unshaven, hairy pussy patch. She’s not allowed to ever shave down there. It’s my way of “collaring” her in a way. When she does wear panties… thongs mostly, the occasional boy short or bikini, that hair creeps around the sides. That feeling of her hair in whatever she’s wearing, reminds her she is owned by Daddy.

With a smile, I handed her a water, told her to drink up and drove away.

Now the drive to my home was not that far, but we took a little detour to Target on the way there. As we parked, I told her to finish her water bottle so she could throw it away in the store. I added, “We need to pick up a little something-something.”

Together we headed straight for the lingerie section. I told her to pick out three examples of boy shorts that she thought Daddy would like to see her in.

Like the eager girl she is, she pulled three very tasteful and normally pretty sexy lace examples, but that’s not what I wanted. I took her to the section where there were three pretty basic white, blue, and yellow boy shorts. I could see a little confusion on her face when I made my selection and then told her to find them all in two sizes smaller!

We left after I made our purchase and in the car I handed her another bottle of water and told her to drink some more.

Before she had a chance to finish anything we had arrived at home and as customary, she quickly disrobed, got her collar and kneeled on the floor in front of the bed waiting for me to put it on. She is always so pretty when she’s waiting. As I placed her collar on I leaned in and said, “There is a bottle of champagne in the kitchen. Open it and bring us two glasses.

My little sub quickly jumped up and returned with the bottle and glasses. I poured and we laid in bed talking as I lightly stroked her body, helping her come down from the day.

Finally as the bottle was nearing the end, she asked me is she could excuse herself and go to the restroom. I said, “No!” A mixture of shock and excitement took over her face.

As we finished the bottle I sent her back to the kitchen for a couple of large glasses of water and upon her returned told her to drink all of hers right away… To swallow like she swallows my delicious cum… She followed the directions perfectly!

As soon as she finished her glass she asked again if she could go pee and I said no! Only this time I could see it was becoming harder and harder for her to hold it.

That’s when I left the bed and pulled out the white boy shorts we had bought.

“Put them on!”

Slightly tipsy, she struggled to get them pulled up, but untimely she did. They were extremely tight, barely covering her amazing ass and presenting a pronounced camel-toe.

“Finish my water,” I ordered in a stern voice and then stood behind her, my erect cock touching her body from behind.

Once she finished I continued to tease her with my cock and kisses on her neck. Each kiss… Each brush with my cock made her gasp for air. But before long the need to “go” took over and with little tears in the corner of her eyes she begged one more time to be excused. This time instead of ONLY saying no, I led her to the bathroom.

There I stripped and ordered her to step into the shower. There I told her to rub her clit from the outside of her boy shorts.

As she did, I sat on the edge of the tub watching her go from pleasure to pain as she fought to hold it in.

I stood up next to her and put my hand on top of the one that was rubbing her clit and in her ear said, “When you get close to cumming you may dribble a little and wet your panties.”

“Yes Daddy,” she eagerly responded. “But DON’T pee too much, just a little and don’t cum!”

Well it took less than 20 seconds and my little one was dripping through her boy shorts and at the same time I could see she was close to cumming… Dangerously so, so I ordered her to stop and placed her hands at her side.

I however did not stop… I continued to play with her wet pussy from the outside of her boy shorts.

She started to squirm… She couldn’t hold out much longer and I could tell! That’s when I dropped between her legs and first teased her licking her pussy from outside of her boy shorts. She moaned in a way I had not heard before.

Then I looked up and told her to slide he shorts to the side so I could really suck her pussy!

She pulled them away and I locked my mouth onto her wet, matted pussy and started to suck on her clit which was now so large, the sign she would cum at any moment.

That’s when I looked up and said, “My gift to you! When you need to cum and go… you may!”

And with that her body started to quiver and shake… Her orgasm had arrived and so to her golden juice! At first, little squirts, but as I grabbed onto her ass to hold on and get my mouth closer, she started power squirting! A warm, strong stream that I drank all of! Her body bucking and humping my mouth like I had never seen before! Tears raced down her face as she came to the end of one of the most intense orgasms she had ever had!

She could barely stand as I washed her up and led her to the bed, laying her down. I cleaned up and then returned to the bed and held her for what must have been 20 minutes before she finally had the energy to whisper to me, “Thank you Daddy…. Thank you for making my dream come true.”

(This post was written by a friend who chooses to remain anonymous)

I’m thirsty

“I’m thirsty, Mommy” the text reads.

“I’m coming, honey. Hold on. I’ll be right there” I text back. I know what my boyfriend needs.

I race to his apartment, let myself in. He is curled up on the couch, naked, watching cartoons. I take him across my lap, lay back, and lift my shirt. He turns his face and begin to suckle on my breast. I stroke his head, arm, back. I watch his face, his eyes closed, smile playing on his cheeks.

I slide my hand down to his buttocks, and feel his arm wrap around my waist. He sucks harder as I massage his ass. His hand sneaks under my skirt, and he starts to fondle me.  “Ooh, bad boy,” I tell him. But I let him continue for a while. He looks so happy doing it, like stroking a lovie.

He moves his lower torso so that his body is facing up, his erection pointing to the ceiling. I think I know what my baby needs now. I begin to gently stroke his dick, and feel him suck even harder.

“Easy baby, I got this.” I tell him. He relaxes, and I continue to stroke him. I reach under and massage his balls, feeling his straining cock against my wrist. “Let’s get you to bed,” I whisper in his ear.

He sits up, and I rise, grabbing his hand to lead him to the bedroom. “Lay down now, and I’ll help you get to sleep. I’ll be right back.” He lays on the bed, face down, hugging a pillow. I return from the bathroom, and oil my hands. I start at his shoulders, kneading out the kinks, whispering how much I love taking care of him. I move down him, taking the stress out of his body and his mind. When I get to his ass, I pay particular attention. Adding extra oil, I slide my hand in his crack, further until I reach his nether hole. There I continue to massage, and can feel his anus tightening and loosening around my finger. I continue to play with him, then kneel between his legs.

“Back up for me baby,” I tell him, and watch him lift his hips to meet me. My strapon is already oiled and ready for him. I find his ass with the dildo and gently press until my hips meet his ass. I begin to move in and out slowly. My pussy is dripping on his ass for extra lubrication. I can hear his moans from the pillow, so I speed up, slamming into him hard.

I sit back and pull him onto his knees. Now I can stroke his cock as I enter him again. He is so ready that it doesn’t take long before he is cumming around my lady-cock and across the bed.

I pull out as he falls to the side. His face is peaceful. “Thank you, Mommy. I’m sure I’ll sleep good now.”

Touch yourself

Touch yourself. Let me watch. Let me see you take yourself over the edge. What will you feel? Harder, softer? What could be more intimate than you showing me your deepest arousal? I turn on watching you move faster, then faster still. Racing toward the edge, I watch and your hands and fingers know where to move, caress, hold, then power on. Hand gripping, sliding, fingers in motion. Show me yourself, open it! Let me share in your climax, pulsing, your moan.

Then let me lick you clean.

Anticipation – Part 3

Cam paced nervously back and forth. This was a first for both of them. They were finally going to have a threesome. This was it. No turning back. Going to do it. He kept up the self-talk. Nervous as hell, he thought. Why am I so fucking nervous?

Danna was already wet. This threesome was long-anticipated for her. But she knew that it was not a traditional threesome. Their third person was male, and bisexual. She was going to have sex with both men, and they were going to also have sex with each other. The very thought made her swell. She dressed carefully, taking her time, making sure the details were exact. Her legs were shaved, smooth, new panties, pushup bra. Over it all, a lovely sexy red gown. Ripe red lips, a touch of perfume. She was ready.

She joined Cam on the couch. He had missed a spot when he shaved, she could see. A casual shirt, khakis, slip on shoes.

She placed her hand on Cam’s knee. “Calm,” she said. “You will be fine.” She smiled slightly, and he relaxed. She poured them both a glass of champagne. “To new adventures,” he said, and they clinked glasses. A third glass waited for the arrival.

A firm knock on the door startled them both. Cam rose to answer the door, a firm black man, tall, strong. He opened to see their pick, an older white man, same height as Cam, but less bulk. “Welcome,” Cam took his hand. “Come in, please. You must be Scott.”

“Nice to meet you,” replied Scott. He was a bit nervous, but found both of these people attractive, and knew their evening was going to be great fun for all of them. Danna was so sexy in her red, with her porcelain skin a nice contrast. He wondered how Cam was going to respond tonight. According to Danna, he had never touched a man sexually. But he was willing to play tonight. That’s what mattered.

The three shared another glass of champagne, Scott sitting on the couch between them. It felt comfortable, which surprised all of them. No awkward pauses, there were so many shared interests.

Danna was ready. She could not wait another moment. She placed her hand on Scott’s knee. Trailed her fingers up and down. She could easily see his bulge beginning to grow. VERY nice, she thought. Cam watched her with amusement, she was enjoying herself. He watched as she turned Scott’s face to hers, and kissed him deeply, her tongue darting in and out. She stopped and turned to Cam, your turn. “Um,” he replied.

“Put your hand on his knee,” she ordered. She loved being in charge, and knew Cam needed a little incentive to get going. “Now!”

Cam complied. “Yes, mistress,” he muttered. He wasn’t sure he wanted to go through with this. Danna took his hand, rubbing up and down Scott’s leg. “Feel how nice and strong this is,” she said. “Now higher.” Cam moved his hand higher on Scott’s leg.

Scott watched, smiling, as the tug of war commenced. He was willing to do whatever the couple wanted, as they wanted it. He was hoping for certain things, but would take what he could get. No hurry. He knew that Cam was inexperienced, so he would wait.

Danna reached over to unbuckle and unzip Scott’s pants. “Oooh, that’s beautiful,” she told him. “Your cock is nice.” She began to stroke his hardness. “Your turn,” she told Cam. Cam tentatively touched  the tip of his penis. It felt like his own. He was aware of his own cock growing. He wondered how it would feel in his mouth.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” purred Danna.

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Anticipation – Part 2 (Merry Christmas)

He waits as instructed. The room is very dim, the door unlocked. Wine is poured, and soft music is playing. He was to be face down on the bed, naked. He was to wait, quietly, for her to arrive. Mistress will be pleased that he is following instructions. He even shaved “down there”. He isn’t used to it, and it took far longer than he would have anticipated. And now he has a vague itch in the area that he dare not scratch.

Mistress has made it clear that he is not to move until told, and that he was to follow all directions exactly as given, or he would not ever see her again. He has cleaned his home thoroughly, afraid that she would find it lacking. Stocked up on all kinds of wine, food, condoms. He prayed that he wouldn’t forget anything.

He lay there, tried to think of not thinking. Let his mind go. Had a hard time because his cock was being smushed on the bed. Her imminent arrival kept him a constant low state of arousal. He would become fully erect at the memory of her pictures, then become flaccid as he worried about expectations. Will she hurt me for real? Do I get an orgasm? Will I be able to please her? Am I doing this right?

He took a deep breath and tried to clear his mind. He heard a click as the front door opened and shut. Instantly, he was hard again. He thought of her promises of what was to come. Although he had been pegged before, the girl he was with at the time was not really into it. Mistress knew that pegging was a particular favorite of his. His mind again went quickly to all her instructions. Did he do this right?

He had no further time to worry as he felt his left arm rudely jerked to the side and up, handcuffs applied to his wrist and the metal headboard. A few moments later, his right arm followed. He quietly wondered how many sets of cuffs she owned.

She did not speak. She traced a finger down his body, to his ass. He had lubed up, as instructed. He prayed it was enough. He felt her hand dip into his crack, and finger prod into his tight hole. “Relax,” he told himself, over and over again, as she massaged his prostrate. He felt her weight as she got on the bed, knelt between his legs. She used her knees to pry his legs farther apart, as she got closer.

He tried to lift his hips higher, to give her better access to his ass, when he felt a sudden slap. With a quick intake of breath, Mistress hissed, “You were not told to move.” Three successive slaps followed. He could not believe the pain on his buttocks. It felt like a small fire. He wanted to cry.

But just as quickly, he felt a soft massage. “Now do as I say,” Mistress purred, “and open your pretty little ass to me.”

 

Anticipation – part 1

She lay in the dark, or what she assumed was the dark. The blindfold prevented her from knowing fully, but she sensed the darkness, the way a mother might sense her child is in need without any other indication. She could not move, her arms and legs bound with the sturdy ropes, but she could hear. Over there was a far off creak of a door moving, behind her sounded a low hum, an appliance or AC unit?

She only knew that she must wait, be calm, be patient, and she would be rewarded.

Quick footsteps sounded near, and her pulse intensified. She felt the blush of air across her skin, and pinpricks of hair as they stood on end. The coolness of the table she lay on felt even cooler as the movement of air surrounded her naked form, and she shuddered a bit. Gagged, she could not speak, but she could whimper, and so she did.

She started at the touch on her foot, and made to move back, only to be thwarted by the rope across her ankle. The hand slid up her inner leg, her thigh, and she could not move away, as she was spread open to the world. A finger poked into her, swirling a touch, just enough to spread wetness up and around her nub, her pearl of pleasure.

Sighing, she relaxed and let the touch excite her. She felt herself swell as the finger continued to move around her clit, and into her pussy. Suddenly, the finger withdrew. No more touch, no sounds, except her own harsh breathing. She waited, tried to calm herself, straining for any indication of what was to come.

She felt a hand grab her breast. It cupped it at the base, and she felt the tiny pinpricks of the wheel. Motionless now, the urge to cry and retreat, but she must not because that would increase the pain from the pinwheel exponentially. Her sensitive nipple firmed under the wheel’s touch, became hard, and her breath labored once again. The line between pleasure and pain is fine indeed.

Addicted to you – Part 3

I slide my finger over your balls and feel you shudder ever so slightly. You know that I am able to give you immense pleasure, as well as immense pain, and you wonder which it will be this time. As I grab the lube from the bedside table, I order you not to move. Applying a more than generous amount to your crack, I watch as it drips from your ass cheeks to your sac, then puddle on the sheet, glistening in the candlelight.

I step to the side, quickly put on the gear, and the power. You lay still, always following my strictness.

Ever so gently, I begin again to knead your glutes. You sigh, and I know you have begun to surrender to me. You cannot turn back, even if you wanted to. I firmly press my knuckles down the middle, then flatten my hand on the way back up. I edge closer to the space, that luscious space, between the two. Quickly I dip a thumb down, not quite touching the o-ring, but inching.You tighten again. “Relax,” remind you. “I will take care of you. You can trust me.” You sigh again, and relax under the pressure of my fingertips. Implicit permission given, I boldly slip a hand between your cheeks, sliding them up and down, stopping at your nether hole, to quickly dip my index finger into your anus. Then moving on to relax more, sliding up and down, repeating until I sense you giving into me. I insert my whole finger into you, and feel your muscles grip and release, grip and release. Your balls tighten as you become aroused.

I finger your prostrate, and you cannot keep still. You thrust and move your hips to the timing of the plunges. It is time.

“Turn over!” I command, and you do so more quickly than I could have imagined. I laugh inwardly at both your obvious excitement and your eagerness. Lubing up once again, I grab your cock in one hand, and slide the lube in and out of your ass with the other. Finally I add grease to my lady-cock. “Pull up your legs,” and you do it. I position my lady-cock at the  entrance of your back end. I slowly enter you, then pull back out quickly. You gasp loudly, but never say the safe word. “No” is all it would take to stop all this. I would end immediately. But it’s clear that you intend to continue, to let me take you, take care of you.

I push my cream-colored dildo back into you, a little deeper, your cock twitches in response. I take it slowly, just for you. I watch and admire the gorgeous contrast, your ebony cheeks open to my beigeness. Grabbing your cock in my hand, I give you a few solid pumps, the lube helping me slide your manhood through my fingers. We begin a rhythm, and you grunt a bit at every thrust. “Oh, baby, you feel like heaven,” I murmur. I want to go further, to join you completely. I grab your knees, and hug them to my breasts as I pump into you. I watch your face, see the beauty as you finally totally succumb. “I love you,” you whisper. “I know,” I whisper back.

Separating your legs, I lean forward, and reach under and grab your cock. Your dick is trapped between my breasts, my hand, and your own belly. You are rock-hard. It will be soon. Increasing the speed, I, too, begin to grunt. My breasts are being tortured by the movement. My clit is huge, engorged. Each thrust has also heightened my arousal. I am ready to burst. I cannot hold back, and I press into you again and again, and I cum loudly. This gives you permission to cum as well, and you raise your head and shoulders up. Shouting, you shoot your load all over my breasts and your own stomach.

I reach up and remove your blindfold. This is the signal. We are now even again. You take my face in your hands, and kiss me gently. Place your head on my shoulder and sigh. We are still joined, and we take a moment to be still. I rub your shoulders, arms, neck. You hold onto me.

Finally, I scoot back, my lady-cock still erect, but no longer useful. I rise, and you lay back, spent. I remove the harness, then join you on the bed. The intimacy continues.

Addicted to you – part 2

I reach over to my bag, my own personal bag of tricks, you always joke. Pull out a blindfold. I don’t want you to see, only to feel, to experience. There’s a hesitancy in your eyes. “I told you, I own you,” I purr, as I slide the blindfold over your head, pushing firmly to make sure you cannot see. It is an old trick, but effective on you. You are beautiful, the blackness of the mask disappearing into your blackness.

Again to the bag of tricks, I choose a Wartenberg wheel. It is a particular favorite of mine. A way to tease, and assert. I slide my hand down your arm, then follow it with the wheel. “Don’t move!” I command. You twitch, and groan, then gasp as I move the wheel across your stomach. Tiny pinpricks, and you can feel each one. Your penis is no longer hard. Fear has taken care of that. But I don’t worry, you will soon find pleasure again. Maybe.

You lay as still as you can, afraid that the next move will be full of pain. I glide the wheel over and around your body, focusing on your larger muscles, arms, legs, chest. You whimper as I press a bit harder, seeking a reaction. Finally, I am finished with this.

“Time to turn over,” I sing. You have said not a word. I know what you want, and I know what I want. There is no need for additional conversation. You have told me all, just as you know my desires as well.

I stroke your back, wanting you to relax. This time is always peaceful, although I can tell by the way your hold your muscles that you cannot fully release your tension. Still, I try. Caress your strong shoulders that hold so much burden, pain, stress. I knead and whisper loving affirmations, a verbal caress. “You are loved. You do not need to hold onto the pain. You are safe.” I glide my fingers under your shoulder blades, applying the pressure you need. Push up along your spine, releasing, tensing, releasing again.

My hands flow towards your mahogany butt cheeks. So many attachments there, so much sensitivity. I slither along the outside, and you grip your cheeks together. I use two hands to massage one side, then the other, releasing the burdens. I continue on to your leg muscles. Has anyone ever touched your here? You groan quietly as I work on the kinks. Firm hand, deep strokes.

My fingers trail up your leg, and back to your manhood.

Addicted to you – part 1

The phone lights, that tone plays and I am wet. I know what you desire, want, NEED.
I peek, and see that I am right. You have summoned me to you, to do your bidding. You proclaim your love of us, of our coupling. And I have no choice but to answer. You tease me with pictures, texts, comments. Have me wanting you until I drip, and I swell.
I fly to you, and you take me in. You are dark and lovely, a chocolate to my vanilla. Kiss my neck, and where your lips touch, I burn. I give back to you, desperately grabbing at you, your clothes, your hair. I cannot get enough of your mouth, lips, arms. I want to devour you whole, take you into my soul where we can reside as one. All we need is right here, right now. Nothing else, no-one else. We have invented passion.
I lead you to your bedroom, although you know the way. But this is part of our ritual. You know that I desire this, want you, NEED you as well. Taking you there allows you to fool yourself that I seduced you, that you have no choice.
I push you on the bed, straddle you, feel you harden against your jeans. Lean over, kiss your lips hard, thrust my tongue into your mouth, and move to bite your bottom lip. I want to mark you, to show the world you are mine. But I control myself. No marks allowed. I barely contain myself, lick instead. Slow down.
As I sit back, I run my hand over your torso, past your nipples, down your stomach. I watch as your muscles jump, your hips rising barely. I know I am teasing you, but we are dancing. You have to be seduced, to want it as much as I do. “You are mine,” I tell you. “I will have you.” More seduction. I take your hands and place them on my ass, as I lean forward again. You know what to do, and grab them with both hands, pushing and and pulling them apart, massaging me but I feel it in my nether lips. You make circles, then push them down onto your dick. Trying to up your stimulation through your clothes. You growl low, as your frustration grows a bit. But I am becoming ever more aroused, can feel my pussy straining against my panties. I rock on your jeans, giving myself pleasure, my clit beginning to become more prominent.
I slide to one side, and lean over you, unbuttoning, unzipping, you lift you hips to slide off the hated pants. I brush my fingers over your cock, make sure you know that I know you are ready for whatever I give. I slide my hands down your legs, up them, past your waiting member, again to your stomach. This time, I can see your cock twitch as I touch you. I love teasing you like this, owning your reactions, making you pant, wait, hold yourself still in anticipation of another touch. We are not at that point yet. There is still so much to do first.

Dinner and drinks

She invites me over, this time along with some girlfriends. We bond, as mothers do, but we are of different generations. She and I are near the end of our parenting tenure; the other two are young and fairly new to this adventure. We have girl time, talking and sharing stories, not just about husbands or kids or recipes, but about things that matter in our hearts, our minds, our personal perceptions. We drink and smoke, have fun with just ourselves. We take a poll about who enjoys giving blow jobs. She and I both do; we love the power. The others do not.

We talk about how we have changed, and the young ones are still naive. We share our bodily differences, and She shows her nipples to the one without boobs, Ms Flatness. Ms Flatness shows hers, and complains about her nipple dropping into her areola. Be happy with yourself, they tell her. NO! I say, if you want a boob job, get one. In the end, you have to be happy, and if you are miserable being flat, then do something. It’s okay to want to change, to grow, to be different than you are, I tell them all. Probably the pot speaking. I am open. I want to be different.We could spend hours talking, and we almost do. Laughing, grouping and regrouping, it is nice to be just us women.

Later, the men and children arrive. The tone changes, even though they do not interfere. But suddenly we are mothers again. Some of them are wives. Their roles are clear. Right now, they cannot change, to redefine, because they cannot lose what they have.

In the kitchen, She wants to tempt me. Close your eyes, she directs, and bring the smell into you. I lean forward into her open legs, as she is sitting on the counter. I place my hands on either leg, holding them, as I obey her, willing my body to stay still. I caress her knee where her jeans are oh-so-artfully torn. She passes the cooked meat below my nose, and I breathe deep. I hear her guttural laugh, know that She knows that I know that She has all the power. Take in the essence, She commands. I laugh nervously and open my eyes to look at her. Ms Flatness is my witness. I turn to see, but She says to close my eyes again. I turn back, and do as I am told. Again she passes the meat under my nose, and I breathe. I can smell her beyond the meat. I take in the essence as well. Open your mouth and take it in, taste it, She orders, and of course I do. She shoves it in aggressively. There! She is victorious. Once again, She has made me do what she wants.