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First Time Phone Sex

First time phone sex is… Exhilarating! Fun. Secretive. Naughty. Maybe a little scary… And very…rewarding!

And, let me say straight off, that the absolute best thing about phone sex (in my opinion) is the lush, excitingly dirty array of possibilities it lays, so alluring, before us. Be anyone. Try anything. Imagine everything exactly the way you need/want it to be! Within the world of phone sex, we explore the depths of arousal, kinks and fantasy. We are limited by no more than our individual imaginations and personal preferences.

I still remember the intense thrill of encouraging and experiencing phone sex with my boyfriends, as a teenager. So often, more exciting and fulfilling than the real life act. The human mind has, after all, always provided the epitome of aphrodisiacal fruit!

I remember being too shy to ask my boyfriends to say the things I wanted most to hear, from them. I also remember though, the intense reaction of my body when they would at last find the courage to tell me all the dirty, naughty, sexy, TEASING things they wanted to do to my body. I was relentless in creatively finding ways to coax and inspire them to “open up” to me about their desires… I couldn’t get enough of those dirty, wicked conversations! I remember brushing inexperienced fingers over the wet spot on my panties, while I listened with rapt attention, wanting, yearning, and every part of my body gone electric with desire. Even now, remembering those daring, late-night phone calls, their tentative exploration–so delicious to an inexperienced teen girl–is making me wet! Such simple things too, back then… I remember how it would light my body on fire when a boy told me, in husky, excited tones, that he wanted to pull my shirt off, unclasp my bra, and take my nipples between his lips. How he hoped I might wear a skirt to the movies with him, so that he could easily slip his hand beneath it to play with me in the dark theater. I remember how it would make me pant and moan to hear him talk about sliding his fingers inside me for the first time, and whisper about how badly he wanted to taste me. I remember the thrill of those blunt and brazen statements, like “I want to fuck you so deep and hard!” or “Oh my god, Vanessa–I want to be inside you so badly right now–I could just cum in my pants, thinking about it!”. Not so taboo, by more mature standards, but when you are a teen girl speaking in hushed tones over the phone, to an equally excited boy (whom your parents wouldn’t allow you to be left alone, behind closed doors with) it was ALL the allure of the forbidden, and more!

First-time phone sex is quite simply a sexual delicacy for which I can only be thankful! The act of phone sex is still one of my favorite activities today, and my memories of those first times, are enough to get my blood pumping even now.

As a phone sex operator, the experience takes on a new level of excitement; encountering strangers and varying pallets of desire. I will admit that I still feel a touch of nervousness when the phone rings… I’ve been told, by a few of my regular callers, that nervousness occurs on both sides. While I don’t feel that I am someone that anyone should feel nervous about speaking with, I will admit that those nerves can add an extra spice to the experience, of its own.

Are you considering a first-time phone sex experience? Perhaps the first time with a new lover, or maybe the first time with a phone sex operator, like myself… Well, the first thing you need to know is that there are no hard and fast rules… There are endless ways to begin that conversation and even more possibilities for its continuation and that explosive finale. Communication is obviously key. Phone sex would be impossible without it!

It can start with a casual mention of wanting. Or, by reciting a sexy story first, to get the juices flowing… Perhaps a suggestion of role-play, of other professions, costumes or characters. One of the easiest ways to initiate phone sex is to share a fantasy. There really are endless options…

Now, if you are thinking about first-time phone sex with a PSO or phone sex operator, there are perhaps a few basic niceties to keep in mind…

First, always take the time to familiarize yourself with your chosen operators website. Our websites contain vital information. Such as our limits and boundaries, our specialties and preferences, our times of availability, our individual rates, options and methods of payment, notes and bios to acquaint you with our individual personalities, and much more…

When you are contacting individual operators, it is important to realize that we are human. In other words, we are not awake and available 24 hours a day! We need to take time for ourselves, to rest, to bathe, to cook, and many of us have families who need us, at times–times when we can’t drop everything to run for the phone. So, look for our indicators to tell you if we are available. Many of us can make ourselves available with a quick email notification to let us know that you want us… And, don’t assume that texting will reach us. Many PSO’s use landlines to ensure a clear call. Land lines don’t generally accept texts, unless your girl is using a service such as Google Voice.

Once you’ve established that your lady is available and eagerly waiting to be swept off her feet (and directly into your bed!), the next thing to tackle is payment.

While many girls still accept credit card payments over the phone, many are also beginning to switch to online payments, only. Online payments provide more security to yourself, help the girls to avoid chargebacks and unfortunate penalty fees, and also help us to keep our prices reasonable because we don’t have so many credit card fees to deal with. Online payment is a very good thing! Only very rarely will a girl accept PayPal. PayPal is not particularly friendly to the adult industry… Particularly when it comes to the sex trade. It also provides no privacy for either party. I do not recommend asking your PSO to accept PayPal.

So, follow her website instructions to pay online, or phone your girl and give her your credit card information (provided she takes payment that way). Her page/website should tell you how she charges for time. Many girls charge for “blocks” of time. In other words, if you expect that you will only need 10 minutes to reach heaven, then you will pay for a 10 minute block of time. If you want to go slow, explore, and have all the time in the world to ravish your baby thoroughly, you might choose to pay for a 1-hour block of time.

There are some phone sex services which will allow you to pay per minute. Whether or not this saves you money, depends… Personally, I only charge for the phone sex portion of the conversation, itself. I don’t charge for questions or other “get to know you” conversation which excludes sexual content. Girls who charge per minute directly, from the moment they accept your call, often charge for the entire conversation, including your questions and other polite conversation. These girls are often motivated to keep you on the phone as long as they possibly can, so that the meter keeps running. Whereas, girls who charge for a block of time, tend to be more mindful of your designated schedule. In my experience, it typically costs callers less when they pay for blocks, because of these things. it also means you aren’t going to keep running up your bill if you don’t properly hang up your phone or initiate a pocket dial.

From this point on, all the really fun stuff starts! Once you are settled up on your payment, you can snuggle in with your phone sex kitten and really start to make her purr! And, believe me, no one purrs like a phone sex operator!

I, personally, love to be a caller’s first time phone sex experience! I love it! I love the opportunity to make a caller feel comfortable and wanted. To answer their questions… and maybe even make them blush. I love their wonder and appreciation at the excitement of their first time phone sex experience.

Again, remembering my own first-time phone sex experiences, it thrills me to share that exhilaration with others!

Have I answered your questions about first-time phone sex? If not, please feel free to contact me! I would love to hear from you and to have the opportunity to tell you anything else you might wish to know. Also, don’t hesitate to contact me to schedule your own first time phone sex session!

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Toying with the Senses, Tormenting the Muse ~ Bondage Play

I placed four brand-new, thick black leather dog collars on the small mahogany table next to his straight-backed chair. I had modified two of these collars for our bondage play, by punching extra holes so that they would fit even tighter.

Lucas kept his eyes downcast. Seated quiet, lovely in his nudity. He gave no obvious reaction to the presentation of our new toys. Nonetheless, his excitement was palpable in the charged air around us, and evident in the swelling of his magnificent cock.

I poured myself a glass of wine and took a single sip. I replaced the wine on the table, next to my display of black leather and stainless steel hardware, then proceeded to pick up the first two dog collars. These were the unmodified ones. I knelt on the floor and wrapped, first one and then the other, around each of the front chair legs, folding them to secure the buckles around Lucas’ smooth bare ankles as well.

I stood, took a second sip of my wine, then picked up the last two dog collars.

Obligingly, Lucas placed his arms atop the arms of the chair, and waited patiently. I fastened the modified dog collars around his wrists and the chair arms, pulling them tight. I straightened and looked over my bondage work thus far. Lucas tried to straighten his legs and arms, testing the security of his bindings. There was no give. Only a slight creaking of the leather in mild protest.

Placing one burgundy-lacquered fingernail beneath Lucas’ chin, I tilted his head up so that his eyes met mine. Those soft, gray-green eyes looked into my own hazel eyes–mine, framed by black Venetian lace of a stylized hawk mask–with absolute trust and no small degree of patiently smoldering lust.

Without breaking eye contact, I reached my free hand into the top of my satin corset, and extracted a long strip of cobalt blue silk from between my breasts, enjoying the feel of it sliding up my skin. A trace of my amber perfume clung to the rich fabric. I released Lucas’ chin and slid the silk between my fingers before stretching it across his eyes and then tying it securely behind his head, knotting it against the auburn curls of his soft, chin-length hair.

I stood back to admire the sight of him, bound and compliant. His cock, so hard it stood upright against his stomach.

I sipped my wine, drawing the smooth, dry libation between my burgundy-painted lips, savoring both the wine and my artistry. Lucas looked positively delicious.

Next, from a drawer in the mahogany table, I extracted a tiny glass bottle of oil, scented heavily with sandalwood–one of my favorite fragrances! I unscrewed the little silver lid, withdrawing the attached metal wand, which dripped with the oil. I used the wand to apply that earthy aroma behind his ears, beneath his jaw and at the base of his throat, where I could see his pulse beating. I tipped the bottle gently against the center of his chest, watching as the glistening oil trailed down between his pectorals and over toned abs. Candlelight within the room, gilded that stream of precious oils in lovely, flickering light.

Closing my eyes for a moment, I breathed in the exquisite scent of Lucas, blending with the sandalwood. I leaned forward and inhaled deeply at his hairline, letting my nose gently caress the edge of his sensitive ear, then drifted down to let my nose trace his jawline, enjoying how he shivered at the touch, before kissing his sweet, eager lips.

Again, I rose. Picking up my wine, I began to walk a slow circle around him. I could sense Lucas tracking my movement, by the tap, tap, tapping of my heels on the hardwood floor. Once behind him, I paused briefly to bend down and brush kisses along his throat. I thoroughly enjoyed the shiver which ran visibly through him again, as I did so.

Once completing my circuit, I placed my wine back atop the table and reached for a small velvet pillow, which had waited upon the chaise lounge. I tossed it to the floor, before my lover, then slowly lowered myself to kneel upon it, between his calves.

Prior to escorting Lucas into this room, I had set out several items beneath his chair, within easy reach. First, a bowl of ice. Second, a feather. Third, a small envelope of Pop Rocks candy. And, fourth, a small vibrating, silicon panty insert.

I reached for the panty insert first, setting it to its highest vibration. I reached up to brush the vibrating, satin-y finish over Lucas’ nipples. They tightened, darkened and begged for more. I let the vibrator’s edge follow the path of the sandalwood oil, down the center of his chest and to his navel. I used it to massage around the top of his inner thighs, near the crease of his groin, drawing additional blood flow to the pelvic region. His firm cock, throbbed. A tiny transparent bead of pre-cum seeped, glistening at its tip. I leaned forward and graciously licked up that inviting little pearl, earning a deep groan from Lucas. Finally, I pressed the silicon insert against his remarkably full balls, letting the vibration linger. Lucas let his head fall back. He moaned low and long… His hands flexed upon the arm of the chair, wanting to reach for me, wanting to pull my lips back to his cock. The sturdy bondage I’d employed, held true!

I extracted the insert and, at last, slid it into the lining of my black lace panties. That delicious vibration was nestled against my pussy, tantalizing my clit. I could not help but roll my hips against it, humming a note of pleasure as it teased.

I was ready to select my next “toy”.

My fingers found, and gripped, the stem of the long ivory ostrich feather. I pulled it onto my thigh in preparation. First, however, I used my other hand to grip the base of Lucas’ hard, sleek cock. My lips found its tip and I drew him into my wet, hot mouth. I swirled my tongue around its tip and, again, tasted his pre-cum. I sucked and teased at a leisurely pace. The chair rocked slightly, as Lucas again tested his binds, wanting to reach for me. Wanting to writhe in his pleasure. The sounds which left his lips, were thrilling and I felt an answering wetness between my legs. I ground my pussy down against the little vibrator in my panties. Already, I wanted to cum! It made me whimper in sympathy with his own plight. Though he would have to wait much longer than I.

I raised the feather. Opening my eyes to slits, I sought out his ticklish zones. Directing the tip of my feather to them, I was quickly rewarded. While trailing the feather up the side of his muscled torso, towards his arm, he jerked in his bindings. I sucked him into my mouth a little more deeply to silence his protest. The feather found another mark across his shoulder. He began to plead. My only response was to take his cock as deeply into my throat as it would go, relaxing the muscles of my throat to take him in fully. His pleading faded to a whimper of defeat and pleasure.

I really liked this game…

Once I’d had my fill of that treat, I laid the feather back down upon the floor. For a time, thereafter, I lazily licked and sucked his cock, occasionally massaging his heavy balls. I moaned around the head of his cock, letting the vibration of those moans pleasure him further.

And, when my first orgasm broke over me, his cock was deep into my mouth and he experienced the full physical timbre of my screams.

Eventually, the waves of climax ebbed. I rested my forehead against his taut abdomen, releasing his cock momentarily, and I took that time to catch my breath.

Lucas waited patiently, though I could tell he was all the more turned on, from my having cum so hard, while pleasuring him.

Gradually, I parted my lips for him again. One hand cradled his balls. The other pumped his shaft, using the lubrication of my saliva to make it slick. I had a tight seal, with my lips, around that thick mushroom head. My tongue swirled and I sucked him greedily, bobbing my head to meet my hand as it pumped in unison. I listened to every sound he made, tracking those cues until he came closer to orgasm, himself. I listened. I waited. His moans grew more excited and, at last, he was on the brink. Just as he prepared to yell his victory, and shoot his load into my mouth, I withdrew and clamped my thumb and forefinger around the top of his shaft, right beneath that gleaming mushroom head, effectively cutting off his orgasm. His breath left him in a stunned gust and, after a brief moment of shock, he laughed with surprise. I allowed a smile to curve my lips, though his blindfold kept him from seeing it.

I next reached beneath his chair to take an ice cube from the bowl.

I placed the ice cube in my mouth, rolling it around with my tongue and waited a few more seconds until Lucas calmed.

I began to kiss my way up the inside of one of his thighs, while my hand massaged his other. Eventually, my hand again wrapped around his shaft–which was recovering from its denied finish and again very hard–and I squeezed gently to keep it that way. My lips brushed the tip of his cock, teasing, not yet revealing my next surprise.

l tantalized with kisses, strokes, nuzzles and touches. When his swollen member was fully rock hard again, and a shade darker then the last time, I drew him into my mouth. The cold of it was a shock! He sucked in a breath, loudly, and cursed. I took in his entire shaft, in one swift motion, somewhat tightening my hand around it’s base to help prevent him from softening too much.

He softened only slightly, but quickly became hard as stone again as my mouth warmed to him. I brought him close to orgasm before stopping to pop another ice cube into my mouth. I let him calm while I kissed his thighs, his stomach, and his smooth-shaven balls. The ice cube quickly melted, leaving the inside of my mouth cold, once again.

This time, when I deep-throated him, revealing my cold surprise, he welcomed it with a groan. I sucked him noisily, working hands and tongue to bring him to the edge once more.

Again, though, I let him come within a breath of orgasm before I locked my thumb and forefinger around his shaft to squelch it. He cursed, fighting hard to pull free of the leather collars. My bondage tactics continued restraining him to my will, however.

Lucas’ head fell back with a frustrated moan. I chuckled softly…

His cum had, nonetheless, seeped from the crown of his stifled member. When I judged he’d had sufficient time to recover, I carefully licked the mess clean. His moan came, soft and grateful.

Drawing back then, I chose to suck all ten of his fingers, each in turn, kissing his hands when I finished. I brushed kisses up one arm and across his collarbone. I dipped to take his left nipple between my teeth and massaged it gently with them, nibbling and rolling it. Lucas panted and groaned. I grew wetter, listening to him.

I bent to retrieve one more ice cube, which I placed between his lips this time, allowing him to draw my fingers in briefly, along with it. I kissed his neck while he sucked on his refreshment. I then rose up, placing one knee on the chair beside him, and pressed one of my nipples to his mouth. I gasped, enjoying the pleasure as he sucked my nipple into his cold wet mouth.

I repositioned my other foot so that I straddled his arm. Crushing the little vibrator between his arm and my pussy, I rocked against it and, while he devoured my nipple obediently, sucking and pulling, I quickly brought myself to another orgasm. I drenched the vibrator, my panties and his arm. My thighs shook with the aftershocks of it.

I pulled away from Lucas, but paused for another kiss, before descending back down to my velvet cushion.

I began to massage the muscles of his groin, working around his heavy balls, his shaft and the inside of his thighs. I kissed his cock in all of its alert, straining glory.

Finally, I reached for the small envelope of candy beneath his chair. I tore it slowly open, allowing Lucas to hear the unusual sound. I pulled my lips away from his begging cock them, and pushed open the envelope to spill some of the Pop Rocks into my palm. He waited patiently, but curiosity was there in his body language.

I tipped my head back, to pour the candy into my mouth. The moment those tiny chunks of sugar hit my tongue, they began to snap, crackle and pop! I stuck out my tongue so that the sound would be most audible. Puzzlement was in every line of his face and physique.

I added another handful to my mouth. closing my lips, I took a moment to savor the sweet taste and to spread the candy around my mouth, keeping it from forming too many clumps.

I imagine that Lucas’ flesh must have felt quite sensitive by this point, for all that I had denied him, teased and forced him to endure. I smiled with this thought just before I parted my lips and took his throbbing, engorged phallus into my mouth. I surrounded it with the violently popping, fizzing candy. He exclaimed and shuddered, then moaned loudly. I began to slowly work my lips and tongue in combination with the Pop Rocks, and Lucas made the chair and leather groan with him as his body flexed and moved within his restraints. I was more grateful than ever that I’d chosen to get serious with our bondage play, this evening. Lucas sweated and moved… As the heat grew, the room filled with the scent of sandalwood!

Whether from pain or from pleasure, but most likely the perfect combination of both, his reactions were strong. Magnificent! I moaned deeply around his cock. Letting him feel and hear my appreciation for the show he was giving me. The vibrator between my legs was already helping me towards a third orgasm.

I slid both hands around to cup his ass, slightly digging my fingernails into that tight, muscular flesh. I curved one hand around further. Probing with one finger–the one digit who’s nail I’d trimmed in advance–until I found his anus, I carefully slid it into his ass. He threw his head back with a primal sound, like a cross between a grunt and a yell. All the while I devoured his cock with absolute abandon. The candy had since dissolved. I deep-throated him repeatedly before bobbing vigorously upon the head of his cock, demanding his climax.

Knowing, feeling, that he was about to explode, I found my own release and again I screamed around his sex! As though I’d pulled a trigger, he followed, yelling at the top of his voice. Hot, heavy jets of his cum struck my tongue and back of my throat, over and over… I rewarded him, swallowing all he gave me.

He gave much.

When, at last, he had finished and the shuddering aftershocks had quieted, I slowly stirred myself to unbuckle his wrists and ankles. I untied the blindfold and let it slip to the floor. These things would later be returned to our treasure trove of bondage implements.

I held his eyes and reached for my wine glass–this time passing it to him. Lucas welcomed it, taking a deep drink of the rich Cabernet. Then, he reached one hand to curl around the back of my head and pulled me in for a deeper kiss.

I adore sex toys and bondage! 

© 2017-2020 Vanessa Raqs, All Rights Reserved

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How to Have a Great Phone Sex Session with a PSO

 

Written by Vanessa Raqs

 

The first thing you need to know about how to have a phone sex session, is that I want you to enjoy yourself. Through my own sexual experiences and the life I’ve lived, I realize that every individual on this big planet, is unique in their sexual tastes. I don’t expect you to fall into any one category when you call.

I also don’t always expect you to know exactly what you want.

That said, relax! Or, try to. It’s alright to be nervous too… I understand well, what that’s like.

Phone sex sessions are about having fun together, sharing excitement, and exploring. Maybe it’s even about laughter, sharing secrets, and getting to know one another. For some, phone sex is, itself, is a fetish  For some, it is therapeutic. For others, phone sex with an operator can even be downright necessary, based on your lifestyle, physiology, proclivities, etc. Some of us simply have extremely vivid imaginations and therefore find phone sex to be more fulfilling than other sexual experiences (stimulated mind…stimulated body). Whatever the case, or your unique situation/tastes, I am here for you. To be yours.

Learning about all of our individual kinks & turn-ons, can take a lifetime.

Or maybe what you are looking for is just somebody to talk to & feel close to. A session can be about any kind of intimacy, it doesn’t always have to be about sex… 

The number one element to an extremely successful phone sex session, is communication. Be vocal! Whether that means moaning when I say or do something you like, or directly telling me what it is you need. Whatever the case…open your mouth and let it fly!

Personally, I really do get most excited, when I hear how excited you are. Please don’t be shy! I want to know you’re having a good time too, with me. If you aren’t, I want to know how to change that. Like I said, everyone is different. it is my job to pay attention to you, to respond to your pleasure and reactions, and to tailor your session to fulfil your needs. I love this part of my job. I love satisfying my partner…finding that perfect sweet spot and playing with it until you explode for me. I love knowing that I am providing you with a stimulating experience, meant just for you.

If it is important to you to know what it is that turns me on, I suggest you read my Erotica. I have yet to write an erotica short story which did not result in my repeatedly taking breaks to spend quality time with my favorite vibrator. I write about what turns me on!

Remember, our sessions are between you and me… The awesome thing about phone sex is… It’s all fantasy! It’s all exploratory. And it’s all safe. This is where you can explore the things that you might not feel comfortable exploring otherwise. Or perhaps, those things which you simply can’t explore otherwise. Phone sex is generally a safe zone. So let’s play!

Are there some subjects which I am less comfortable with than others or unfamiliar with? Of course! I am human, after all… But I’m always open to communication, experimenting and trying new things. You can always send me an email. I regularly communicate with my clients, or prospective clients, through email. We can email back-and-forth until you feel comfortable with calling me.

If you aren’t entirely sure what it is you need from me, more exploration is necessary. In these cases, scheduling a longer session time. It can be really helpful! We can try many different things and see what you respond to. If you are a regular caller, we can learn more, and more about one another over time. I make it my priority to pay attention and to learn from each session we share together.

Phone sex with an operator can be an exciting, safe, non-committal “play date” to explore what turns you on and gets you off.

So, to sum up, when it comes to how to have phone sex with a PSO…when in doubt, communicate… Otherwise, let’s focus on having a good time together! Be playful and open to exploration with a sweet, kinky PSO!

 

XX, Vanessa

Foot Fetish, Fabulous!

Written by Vanessa Raqs

With practiced precision, her loveliest of lovely nail polish shades, “I Lilac it” by OPI, glided smoothly over her carefully shaped toenails. Her feet had been worked smooth with an emory board, soaked in the bath and moisturized with coconut oil (along with the rest of her). Those feet were looking smooth and flawless.

Fully shaved, clean and with every part of her feeling supple and pampered, Gina, was feeling more relaxed than she had all week.

She sat on her bed, wearing fuzzy, blue plaid pajama pants and a freshly laundered, white tank top. Her silky, dark blond hair was swept up into a messy bun. She had high cheek bones, a clear peaches & cream complexion and her almond-shaped hazel eyes were currently cast down, focused steadily on every stroke of the polish brush.

Gina was lean and athletic–a Pilates instructor–with high, small breasts and gently flaring hips. She was pretty and somewhat delicate looking, but her very long, elegant legs were, without a doubt, her most striking feature. When she put on a pair of high heels and went out dancing with friends, the men couldn’t keep their eyes off her legs!

Today, Sunday, was Gina’s self-pampering day. No work, no other plans or obligations. She always set Sundays aside just for herself. At 23 years old, her life was fairly uncomplicated. She’d even been seeing a great new guy–Drew–although it was still too early to be more than cautiously optimistic. He’d taken her on a couple of fun date nights so far, anyway. He’d been charming, playful and sexy…if a tad too respectful.

Gina couldn’t help hoping he’d make a move on her soon though. She needed to be fucked, badly! Her only vibrator–a pricey but well-worth-it, Lelo number–had just kicked the bucket last weekend…the day after she’d paid to replace all 4 bald tires on her little Neon. She couldn’t, in good conscience, splurge on a decent replacement until her next paycheck. Possibly not until the one after that, actually… After all, her landlord would not likely consider a need for new sex toys as a legitimate excuse for a late rent payment. The thought of asking such a favor did make her chuckle, however.

All ten of her toenails were at last all tended to. She admired her work for a moment before taking up her tablet, intent on reading emails while she waited for the polish to dry.

Several minutes past while she became absorbed in browsing online shoe sales and replying to friends. When the doorbell rang, she was startled halfway out of her own skin!

Tossing her tablet onto the quilt, she sent a quick prayer up to the OPI gods that her perfect polish job was dry enough to avoid damage, and sprinted for the front entry.

Opening the door, she was surprised to discover Drew, her suitor of late. He stood on her neatly swept front stoop, looking just slightly bashful but, as ever, relaxed and appreciative of her appearance. His face, with those rounded boy-next-door features, topped with short and tidy light brown hair, lit up with a grin when he saw her. His forest green eyes smiled too, and swept up, then down the full length of her body. His interested gaze stopped on her feet.

“Cute toes…” He murmured with a peculiar tone in his words, before returning his gaze to her own again. There was something speculative in his expression this time. Was she imagining the heat there?

“Come in! ” She said shyly, smiling brightly at him. He stepped through the door and placed a kiss on her lips, lingering longer than he had at the end of their previous date.

“You look adorable” he told her softly, his lips still pressed lightly against hers. She couldn’t stop a giddy little giggle in reply. That giggle prompted a pleased-sounding “Mmm…” from him, which made her feel warm all over.

His hands came up to brush up and down her sides, slightly lifting the tank top to reveal soft, creamy skin. His eyes danced over the reveal, appreciatively. Drew used his foot to push the door closed behind him. Then he stepped into her, causing her to take a step back towards the wall. He proceeded with another, then another…

Soon, Gina’s back was pressed firmly against the wall. Her breathing was quick and her heart raced. Oh, yes, this day was just getting better and better!

Drew had been nothing less than a perfect gentleman during each of their dates, with the exception of some playful flirting. This was the first time she had encountered this more forceful side of his personality… To call it exciting, was an understatement.

Gina managed a breathless “Bedroom is that way…” between kisses. She lifted her hand to wave at the general direction from which she had come. Being pressed up against him, she felt the rumble in his chest when he laughed in reply to her eagerness

Gina was relatively tall, but slender, with delicate features. Drew was taller by a few inches, fit and built sturdy. He made her feel petite by contrast.

It took her by surprise however, when he bent suddenly, to reach an arm behind her knees. His other arm was around her back, and he quickly lifted her into the air. She gasped but did not protest. She would do nothing to stop this. Not a chance! She needed this, dammit!

He carefully maneuvered her through her kitchen, into a short hallway, and quickly found the door to her bedroom. He playfully tossed her onto the thick quilt, earning a delighted laugh from her. Then he noticed her tablet laying, abandoned on the corner of her bed. The last thing she had been looking at, when the doorbell had chimed, still on the screen–a sexy pair of dark amethyst purple, strappy sandals, with 4-inch heels, shapely arch support, a flirty open toe, and a petite pleated bow accenting the back of the ankle strap. They were something she would love to have for salsa night at the club, with her girlfriends. But, with a price tag of $399, she could only afford to admire them.

Staring intently at the image, Drew growled “I am so buying you those…”.

She managed only to squeak “What–” before he locked his lips over hers again, kissibg her deeply. By the time he had pulled back, she’d forgotten what she was about to say and no longer cared.

He slid his hands under her tank top, then pulled it off over her head. Bent to lick and gently bite each of her tight little rosy nipples, while he loosened the drawstring on her pajama pants. They quickly joined her tank top on the bedroom floor.

It just so happened that the lacey thong panties she wore, perfectly matched the lilac purple shade of her nail polish.

Drew sat back on the bed, taking in the full effect. He grasped each of her feet and placed them flat on the bed, with her knees spread wide, so that he could admire it all–her high, firm breasts, toned tummy, long legs, the delicately sexy panties and perfectly painted toes of her pretty feet. She felt self-conscious as his eyes took her in, inch by inch. But his gaze also set her body on fire. Her tiny panties quickly became soaked!

He lifted her left foot to his lips, kissing the arch. It tickled and thrilled her, sending electricity up through the sole of her foot, to her core. He began to slowly massage her left foot, then his lips were on her big toe. He parted his lips and sucked her toe into his hot, wet mouth. His groan vibrated into her. She felt his tongue glide playfully over the pad of her toe. The sensation was so sensual, sinful and delicious… She moaned! Her head fell back onto the pillow, and he continued to massage the soft skin of her foot, as he tended to each of her toes with lips, tongue and suction.

He paid the same tribute to her right foot, before letting his incredible hands slide slowly up her ankle…her calf…her knee and her long, slender thigh…finally coming to stroke the slick, textured surface of her lace panties.  All the while, he passionately sucked her toes, watching the progress of his fingertips with hooded eyes.

He nudged the drenched fabric aside and his fingers found the smooth shaven flesh of her swollen pussy. She parted her lips to release an eager gasp. He slid two fingers easily into her slippery, tight opening.

He watched her every response, as he finger-fucked her. Loved the way she arched and moaned, rock her hips to invite his fingers deeper into her. Relished the sweet way she whimpered each time he circled his thumb over her tiny clit. And he loved the way she moaned loudest, each time he accented his fingers’ movements with another another suck of her pretty toes!

When she cried out his name “Drew!” with wild desperation in her voice, he went to her. He slid her tiny, drenched, panties off of her slender legs and tossed them over his shoulder. Settling between her legs, he replaced his thumb with his lips and sucked on her clit while his fingers massaged her swollen G-spot within. Her cries came louder and more frantic. Gina’s long, elegant legs wrapped around his shoulders and her hands gripped his head, pulling him into her, nearly smothering him.

Gina realized how deliciously naughty it felt to be completely naked and exposed, while being eaten out by a man who hadn’t yet removed a a single piece of clothing.

She came spectacularly for him! Soaking his hand with a warm, wet gush, as the inner walls of her pussy spasmed and clamped around his fingers. Her sweet voice screamed out, uncontrollably with each wave of her orgasm.

When she at last fell limp against the quilt, panting and thoroughly spent, she barely whispered the words “Oh my gosh…I have never…had an orgasm…quite like that, before!”

Drew’s answering chuckle was an octave deeper than before and it rang with satisfaction, as he moved up her body to position his hips between her thighs. He leaned down to kiss her, letting her taste her own juices on his lips.

He set up then, pulling his shirt over his head and letting it sail off to land on top of her clothes. He undid his slacks and, with a few practice maneuvers, removed his pants and let them too join the growing pile on the floor.

Then, without breaking eye contact, he reached back his right hand to grasp her left foot again. He pulled it forward and was delighted to see how flexible she was! He soon held her ankle near her own left ear. She smiled comfortably up at him, saying only “Pilates” as an explanation. He smiled back, letting his fingers massage the arch of her foot again. Her gaze softened at the sensual contact. “Mmm…” she breathed.

Putting his weight onto his right elbow, so he would not have to release his grip on her foot, he reached his left hand down to grasp his cock. He was rock hard and dripping with precum! He pressed the thick mushroom head against her tight, wet opening and began to guide it slowly into her. “Fuck–” he bit out, feeling her sheath hugging his length, so hot and snug. Long, slow thrusts in and out of her, felt divine! She moaned, her eager hips meeting him thrust for thrust. She reached down and grasped his ass, digging her pretty purple fingernails into his ass. He began to fuck her harder. Turning his head to one side so that he could lick and suck on her toes while he pounded her cunt for all he was worth. She urged him on with dirty talk, sweet words and whimpers.

It wasn’t long before his balls began to tighten, and the pressure built. He was about to cum…hard!

With one more hasty kiss on her soft, panting pink lips, he pulled out of her and drew her foot towards himself. He pumped his cock with his other hand. When he came, he bellowed, shooting his load all over the sole of her perfect little foot

She felt every strike of his hot load, searing that sensitive skin. It felt…amazing.

* * * * *

A few days later, Gina found a package, addressed to her, on her front stoop. When she opened it, she discovered the exact pair of strappy sandals she’d been coveting when Drew had dropped in on Sunday. The supple, quality leather felt luxurious to her fingers as she caressed the shoes, admiring. A gift message was included in the box. It read “I want to see you wearing these, when I come to visit you, this weekend. Yours, Drew”. Heat spread through her, imagining what he might do to reward her when she did as he asked. She also wondered what it might be like to lean back against her pillows, before him, and stroke him off with her pedicured, moisturized bare feet–one on either side of his spectacular cock . Perhaps this weekend, she would find out…

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Adventures in Marriage ~ One ~ Shes Ass-king for it!

Adventures in Marriage ~ ONE ~ She’s Ass-king for it!

Written by Vanessa Raqs

 

Excerpt from Dina’s Fuck Journal:

 

I’d decided to introduce Mark to my high-school cheer uniform and, I  must admit, even though I workout regularly and watch what I eat, I was nonetheless amazed that I could still squeeze into it after all these years! Sure, the hem barely concealed my ass, but at 29 years old, I still look smokin’ in it!

Slipping into the short, pleated white, blue and gray outfit, I paired it with white knee-high socks, clean white sneakers, and bound my strawberry blond hair into the obligatory pigtails. Beneath the skirt, I hid a surprise for my husband–a pair of sweet white lace boyshort panties which came high enough in back to expose the round bottoms of my tanned, toned ass cheeks.

Quietly, I sneaked downstairs to find Mark lounging on the couch in jeans and an open plaid shirt. My carpenter works hard and it definitely showed on his toned chest and deliciously flat abs. I couldn’t wait to play!

Addressing him as though he were a neighbor, and in my sweetest teen girl voice, I caught his attention by saying “Hey…Mr. Jones?”. Glancing up at me, his brief look of confusion changed quickly to one of shock and delight!

I shyly approached, coming to stand before him, between his spread knees. Not taking his eyes off my legs, where his gaze was fixed on a location just below the hem of my skirt, he clicked the TV remote to “off”. I saw his mood shift from relaxed to predatory. Perfect.

I pouted, telling him “I got kicked off the squad today… Captain told me my ass got too big over summer break. She said I couldn’t be in A squad anymore. She told me that my ass was good for nothin’ if it’s this big… You don’t think my ass is good for nothin’, do you, Mr. Jones?”. I turned to give him a view of just how scantily covered my rounded ass was in the tiny skirt. It was true after all, even if I had stayed in excellent shape all these years, that my ass was bigger than it had been in high school… His fingers went immediately up the back of my skirt and brushed the lace beneath. My pussy throbbed at the contact.

Mark told me darkly “I can think of a few things that your ass is good for, baby…”.

“Really? Like what?” I asked over my shoulder, while I began to make my way back to the stairs. Mark rose from the couch, following, stalking me with a predatory gaze. I was careful to stay ahead of him, just out of reach as I made my way to the second floor…like a proper little prick-tease. A prick-tease who would soon get exactly what was coming to her.

When he caught up with me in the bedroom, he didn’t hesitate. He pressed himself against my back, wrapping his arms around me and sliding his hands down my body, fingers seeking the edge of that skirt. His cock was rock hard against my back, so I gasped playfully, asking “Mr. Jones! What are you doing! You shouldn’t touch me that way… Daddy will be so angry if he finds out”.

Mark’s lips curled into what I suspect was a wicked smile, against the top of my head “Are you going to tell him, little Dina?”

“Well…..no.” I admitted, trying to sound convincingly uneasy. I struggled to keep the smile out of my voice.

He pulled me towards the dresser, opened the top drawer…and extracted a familiar bundle of nylon rope. I effected a nervous frown, asking him ” Wh-what’s that for?”

“To make sure you stay put while I show you what that juicy round ass is really good for.”

“But…what if I don’t want that?”

“It makes no difference. I mean, you can try to get away, of course–” he said “but I’ll catch you…and it will just make me want to fuck you harder”.

So, naturally…I tried. Ducking beneath his arm, I barely took one step before he locked an arm around me and easily wrestled me down onto the bed, face to the matress. He held me down with his knee while he guided my arms up over my head. He began wrapping the rope around my wrists. My breaths came faster. I was too turned on by this point to try making a break for it again. Those little white lace panties of mine, were soaked!

Once my hands were bound, Mark, remaining in character, asked me how old I was. Feeling scandalous, I told him “I’m 15”. He asked me if anyone had ever licked my pussy before. I told him “My boyfriend did once but we almost got caught and he had to stop…”

“Well, no one is going to find us here and I am certainly not going to stop” Mark replied. Then said “You’re going to get that pussy licked properly this time”. He reached beneath my pleated skirt and began to drag down the lacy white boyshorts, making a growl of approval as he did so. He slid them down my legs and off, tossing them to the floor. He pulled my legs open, none-too-gently, and settled between them. He pushed the skirt up over my ass, sliding his fingers between my ass cheeks as he did so. Pressing his face into my ass next, he began tonguing my tight little asshole…he paused just long enough to say “Oh, little Dina…I’ll bet no boy ever did this to you before. You must feel so dirty…and you should”. I squirmed, moaning. It felt fucking amazing! Then, before long, he moved down to make good on his earlier promise.

Working a finger into my tight little asshole, he sucked and nibbled my clit, making me whimper and cry out. His finger slowly moved more deeply into my ass while he ate me aggressively. On the verge of cumming, I ground my pussy back against his face. Abruptly, he stopped, earning my whine of protest. An evil chuckle was his only reply.

He rolled me over onto my side then. Readjusting the rope, he brought my wrists down in front of my chest, crisscrossing the dangling lengths of rope. He drew them up around my neck then down my back, crossing them again before binding my ankles. He left a generous amount of slack.

Part of the reasoning for that slack became clear when he pulled my wrists down so that my hands reached to between my thighs. He then handed me my hot pink, rabbit-style vibrator. Leaning close, he said softly against my ear “You’re going to fuck yourself with that, little girl”.

With a quiver in my voice, I asked “What are you going to do to me?”.

He undressed, making me wait for the answer. All the while he kept his eyes on me; the weight of their intensity making me ache. Finally, he wrapped a hand around his incredibly hard, nearly-eight-inch cock, and said “Baby, I’m going to fuck you with this. But, I’m going to put it deep inside that sweet round ass of yours. You’re going to go home tonight with my cum dripping out of your ass, down your pretty thighs, and you’ll still be feeling what I did to you, tomorrow morning when you walk to school”.

Damn, role-playing with Mark is hot!

I protested, telling him “It’s too big to put there and it’s wrong! Please, Mr. Jones! It won’t fit, it’ll hurt and I’m scared”.

“It doesn’t matter” a wicked grin curved his delicious lips. “You’re getting it up your tight ass, whether you want it or not…and I will make it fit”.

He pushed the vibrator between my legs and slid it straight into my very wet pussy. He expertly turned it on, setting it to my favorite setting. Then he wrapped my own fingers around the base. I had to concentrate hard on not cumming immediately.

He slid a blindfold over my eyes next–I hadn’t even seen him take that out–and I soon heard the wet sound of him applying lubricant to the length of his cock. I listened hard, the lack of seeing made me hyper aware and my anticipation built to a new intensity.

Then, I felt the head of his dick pressing firmly against my asshole. I couldn’t help it–I shivered, excited. He hesitated only seconds, waiting for the initial resistance of my body to recede…then he was pressing his hard length inside of me.

He began to move deeper inside, then out, then back in…I moaned like the wanton little whore that Mark always turned me into. The vibrator in my pussy…Mark, making me take it up the ass… It felt incredible!

I told him “Too big…it’s too big…”.

He leaned forward to whisper his smug reply–“I’m not even all the way inside of you yet”. I whimpered. He loved it, fucking me faster, going deeper with each thrust until he was indeed all the way inside me. So…deep…inside of me.

While Mark’s shaft moved in long strokes, inside my ass, and my vibrator relentlessly massaged my clit, I was soon taken over with a seemingly endless, intensely-consuming, orgasm. I screamed through it, knowing the neighbors would hear, but didn’t care. It was insane, rendering me utterly helpless! Mark let loose something like a war cry, cumming hard soon thereafter. I could tell that it was one of the best orgasms he’d ever had. As mine was for me.

We lay there for a time, catching our breath. Eventually, Mark pulled out of me, smoothed a lock of my hair and began removing the blindfold, rope and vibrator. He was no longer the lecherous, hot older neighbor. He was again my husband. He lovingly kissed my forehead and murmured against my skin “I’m going to go clean up, then pour you a nice hot bubble bath, love. Rest here until I come get you”. With a boyish smile he rose from the bed and left. I practically purred my delight, watching that man’s gorgeous ass while he walked away. I own that ass, I thought happily. And damn, if he don’t own mine right back!

 

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