April 24, 2011

A Guest Post by MizzLoveLippz

As always, his hands were everywhere, his mouth going crazy…

Down there.

I couldn’t concentrate, wanting desperately to take all of him everywhere. He turned me over onto my stomach, entered me from behind forcefully and I screamed out. His hands were in my hair, on my back, on my ass. He tugged at me and pushed deeper still.

I wanted so much to please him, to have him in my mouth, but I was insatiable and needed to get mine. I looked back at him and licked my lips, greed and passion just as evident in his eyes.

I backed my ass up on his cock as far as my pussy would allow, relishing every word he spoke.

“Who’s my whore?” he asked. “Who’s my dirty little slut?”

I wanted so much to tell him I wanted to be his slut, but as usual the words wouldn’t come out.

He smacked my ass, harder than he’d ever smacked it before. “I’m talking to you. Say my name,” he demanded.

“Joe, I’m…I’m your wh— ummmh,” I whimpered, my words trailing off as he plowed his erection into me.

Longing to taste him I pulled my body away from his and turned to face him. I took him in my hands and slid his full, hard dick into my mouth. I gagged on his length and the sound of it seemed to turn him on more. He grabbed the back of my neck, guiding my lips up and down his shaft. With his free hand he grasped my breast, pinching my nipple hard between his fingertips. My eyelids fluttered shut and I moaned with pleasure. Oh how I wanted him.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and pulled me into his arms. As he gazed into my eyes, he slipped his fingers inside me and sighed. “You’re so wet.” I was heady and weak with anticipation. My mouth watered and my pussy throbbed, wanting to be filled of him.

I pushed him down onto the bed and mounted his erection, riding it as best as I knew how. I took his hand and sucked on his fingers, lapping at his fingertips. He grabbed my hips and thrust his body up against mine, throwing me into a frenzy.

I placed my hands on his chest, as I bounced on his hard cock. I was seconds away from my explosion, my mind racing.

“Oh fuck. Joe, I want you like this every day. Can I have this every day? You feel so good. I wish I had two of you!”

A wave of regret hit me almost before the words were out of my mouth. Dear God, how could I have said that out loud? What was I thinking? What would he think of me?

I couldn’t read him. I couldn’t tell how he was feeling. He pushed me off him, got out of bed and left our bedroom. I sat there, motionless and on the verge of tears. I didn’t know whether I should follow him or just call out to him. So I sat there waiting, all the while wishing I could crawl into a hole.

He returned a couple of minutes later carrying a bag. There was a mischievous look in his eyes; one that I was not expecting.

He climbed back into our bed and kissed me softly, his tongue tracing my lips. I grabbed the back of his head and kissed him deeper, relieved that he wasn’t upset.

He laid me on my back and continued kissing me, this time leaving a trail over my stomach and down into my mound. The passion between us was back as if there’d never been an interruption. He spread my legs and licked my clit, causing my body to jerk in excitement. I could feel his stiff cock against my leg and wanted to feel him in my mouth – again.

I slid down on the bed, inching my way toward his dick. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around him, and enveloped him with my mouth.

After a few moments, he stopped me, turning to get into his favorite position. As he dropped his cock into my mouth and settled his face in between my legs I sighed.

We lay intertwined, pleasing each other for several minutes, our desire now at its highest peak. I was ready to have him feel my explosion in his mouth and then I heard it. A soft buzzing noise filled my ears.

“You want two of me, you slut?” he said, his breath hot on the wetness of my pussy. “You’re going to get two of me now.”

He plunged the pulsating dildo into me. I started to cry out, but the short and ever quickening movement of his cock in and out of my mouth silenced me. My God, the feeling I had at that moment couldn’t be put into words. I was completely filled with him, my pussy responding happily to the new size inside me, my lips and mouth milking my lover’s cock. He pushed the dildo deep inside me, the walls of my vagina clenching around it as I peaked to climax…

“Oh God. Joe. I’M YOUR SLUT. YOUR FUCKIN’ WHORE!” I shouted, my body wracking beneath his.

Moments later, as I lay in my husband’s arms spent from the intensity of my orgasm, I knew. Upon my introduction to Mister, my first sex toy, I had finally become my husband’s filthy, little whore.

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