Saturday, August 20, 2005

Me and the Gas Men

I'm sorry I've been missing in action for some time. Most of my energy and time has been sucked up with this move. But being a new home owner (home moaner as Uncle Mike calls it) is providing me with lots of new fodder for fantasies.

I've had a long, drawn out drama with the gas men who were supposed to fix my gas leak before I moved in. Suffice it to say, I still have the leak. And I still have the gas men. They come by whenever the fancy strikes them and tease me with the prospect of having gas one day soon... and other possibilities.

I mentioned to Papi that I thought the gas guys were hot. He said I should have asked if they wanted to come inside and fuck. He's so out going and optimistic that way.

Then Papi did something he rarely does. He wrote me a bed time story. He said I could post it here as long as I shared my responses too. So here you go:

Papi (P): Me and the gas men are going to sneak into your house while you are sleeping. We are going to come to your bedroom and find you and the dog sleeping. We're going to gently lift the dog out of the bed and place her in a different room, giving her toys to play with.

Curious Pussy (CP): The back door is open. You and the gas men enter silently. Stealthy. The dog doesn't bark or growl because she recognizes you and knows that you will protect me from any harm. You and the gas men are so well prepared. You have thought through everything, down to the toys to keep the dog occupied.

P: We're going to come back and one of us is going to put a gag in your mouth. The other two are going to tie your hands and arms to the bed. We are going to look at you, eyes wide with fear and unknowing, and let you stay scared and unsure.

CP: So thoughtful and considerate, you brought a gag and hand ties, soft enough to be comfortable but strong enough to hold me. You even warned the gas men just how strong and powerful I can be when thrashing about. And you know that look of fear is in reality a look of invitation. You know what to look for, what to listen for, to read the difference between a welcome and a rebuttal.

P: One of us is going to start stroking you softly and speaking in whispers, confusing you about what is going to happen. He'll gently stroke your clit, increasing the intensity slowly until you begin to writhe on the bed and scream into the gag. The others will be placing clothespins on different parts of your body, watching you jump each time we release the pin onto your skin. Papi and the gas men take turns placing the clothes pins in a star pattern around each nipple and then simultaneously place them on the outside of your labia, on your lips that are swollen and ripe for the picking. One of us will have an ice cube, which will be dragged from your forehead to your toes, hitting each part of you. Right behind that will be someone's tongue, trailing heat after coolness. You'll be fighting to get the gag out of your mouth, because you want to tell us how what we're doing is making you feel. Clearly it's having a positive effect, since you can't keep still and your pussy is juicing up good.

CP: Papi and the gas men know, despite my inability to use words, that I am enjoying their teasing and inviting them to continue the assault on my senses.

P: Your arms begin to ache from all your moving and you look at us, silently pleading for us to untie you. We laugh. One of us begins pinching, rolling and twisting your skin, making you moan and move and grind into the bed. One of us rubs his dick all over your face, sometimes using it to hit your cheeks and eyes.

CP: "One of us" of course means you, as you are the only man who knows the secret to my nipples. Your pinches and rolling and twisting make me respond like no other's touch can. But it is one of the gas men who slaps my face with his cock. He doesn't care how degrading it is. Actually, he does care. And he wants me to know it... to know that he is degrading me, using me, debasing me, avoiding fixing my gas leak. His flesh is soft and smooth as it smacks against my face.

P: One of us climbs onto the bed and forces his dick deep into your pussy, not giving you time to get used to it and begins to fuck hard and deep relentlessly. The other two untie your arms and retie your hands behind you. We make the one fucking you stop and pull out abruptly.

CP: Of course I thrash about uncontrollably when he pulls out. You laugh. You could have warned him I would do this. But you wanted them to savour the surprise as much as you did the first time you experienced my anguish.

P: We all take our belts off and turn you over so your ass is up in the air, your hands tied behind your back. We each take turns spanking your ass with our belts, using the buckle at times to leave angry welts on your cheeks and legs. One of us uses the buckle to slide up and down between your ass cheeks, making you react to the coolness between your cheeks and shudder at the prospect of having the buckle shoved up your ass.

CP: "Yes!" I think silently to myself, "Oh God please yes!" But I don't say a word lest you make them stop.

P: We untie your hands. We keep you in the doggy position and keep spanking you with the belts and with our hands, sometimes reaching under and slapping the insides of your thighs, listening to you cry out and being inspired. One man crawls under you and kisses you deeply, dueling with your tongue. You feel the weight of another as he crouches above you, kissing and nibbling the back of your neck. Yet another is tweaking your nipples. Hands are all over you, touching, pinching, rolling... suddenly the man below you pulls you down and plunges his cock deep into your cunt. Before you can recover you feel another cock plowing into your ass and your hair is being pulled. You scream out and try to get your body used to the many assaults. It feels horrible, it feels wonderful, you don't want it to stop.

CP: No. I don't want it to stop. I want it harder. And to continue until I am spent and useless.

P: The third man grabs your head and pulls it to the side, exposing your mouth to his cock and balls. He slaps your face with his cock, while telling the other men to fuck you hard and deep and fast, to fuck that cunt and make you their fuck toy. He tells them you deserve to be fucked hard and you want them to spew into you, you want their jism in you, on you, all over you.

CP: Yes. It is true. She wants all three of them to cum on her, to cum in her, to cum on each other. There is no need for protection because it is a fantasy afterall.

P: Then he pulls your head back and barks at you to suck his dick and swallow his cum. He tells you if you think about biting him he'll hurt you in a way you don't like. This both scares and excites you and you open your mouth to receive him. He begins a slow entry, but upon feeling your lips and tongue on him, can't control himself and shoves in deep, causing you to gag. You find a way, between being buffeted between the men fucking your pussy and ass, to regain your composure and control the dick in your mouth so it doesn't gag you too much.

CP: I take him in my mouth like I take communion: with humility and gratitude and the desire to be deemed innocent once again.

P: You realize that all your holes are filled and you're getting a hard, strong fuck that will leave you sore and satisfied. You don't want it to ever end. It feels so good to have been overpowered by three men, three strong men who want nothing more than to fuck you silly. They keep pounding into you, making the bed shake and banging the headboard against the wall. Grunting, groaning, fucking, sucking, plunging... you are a pussy, you are their cunt, you are their fucktoy and they are using use at their will. You are also a beautiful woman being sexed right and letting these men have their way with you.

CP: Yes.

P: The man in your pussy begins to stiffen and jerk and you know he'll soon be shooting deep into you. You feel the cock of the man in your ass begin to throb and swell and you know soon you'll be getting an ass shower. You can't speak because your mouth is full of cock, but inside you are screaming for the men to fill you, to fuck you and fill you with cum, to cum inside you to cum on you, to CUM! And they do just that... all three men begin cumming in you and you are overwhelmed at the sensation of so much juice flowing into you from so many different directions. You squeeze your cunt hard and begin your journey of cumming, your cunt reflexively squeezing out its own juices. It's a moment so wonderful for you...that you are so happy you left the door unlocked and asked for that extra visit to check your pipes....

CP: "Oh Papi!" I pleaded. "Can you meet with the roofer and the gardner next week?"

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

All I Wanted

Yesterday was such a big bummer day.

I found out I'm not pregnant. Darn. That was my fourth insemination and it just gets harder and harder each time. You get your hopes up, you know? And then you start to feel like you're broken or cursing it or something. Oh well, the fifth time's the charm, right?

And my house is a big pain in the ass right now. I'm having serious buyer's remorse. I don't want to go into the details but suffice it to say the phrase "turn key" was a misnomer.

And Uncle Mike wasn't very responsive to my punishment. I did indeed wear a short skirt and omitted my underwear (they were all packed anyway) the entire evening. This, of course, made for some difficult maneuvering as he made me climb into the back bed of his truck to rearrange the pieces we had loaded. It also made my thighs rub together and the more stuff we moved the more I was reminded of why women fought so hard for the right to wear pants.

Anyway. We moved stuff, ate some tacos, and talked about about how he tried to cover up the bruise I gave him (it really was an accident, I swear!) with his girlfriend. No hanky panky. Well, except for the brief moment when I stuck my hand down his pants and held hands with his cock for a few minutes. But that really was about the extent of it besides a very nice goodbye kiss in the cab of his truck.

The best part of the day was getting home early enough to call Papi and talk to him till the wee hours of the morning. I was feeling pretty blue and he cheered me up. He reminded me that everything isn't my fault. And he made me feel loved and wanted and appreciated. That's really all I wanted anyway.

And of course he made me cum, which was the other thing I wanted.

Sunday, August 14, 2005

Blue and Aimless

You would think I would be floating on the clouds. Life seems good. Just bought a house. Trying to get pregnant. Have a decent job. Good friends. But I don't know. I just feel so blue and aimless. Lonely. Confused.

Not very sexy, I know. Maybe I'll have a story to tell after Tuesday. I told Uncle Mike his punishment for giving me a hickey where everyone can see it (I do have some limits) is that he has to help me move a load of stuff with his truck... and I'm gonna wear a mini skirt and no underwear the entire time.

Thursday, August 11, 2005

Just Let Me Listen

The ringing of my cell phone jolted me awake. It was only 11:30 or so, but I had already been in a deep sleep for at least an hour. I fumbled in the dark to see who was calling me at this hour. Papi. He hasn’t called me this late in a long time. Actually he hasn’t been calling much at all lately, so I was immediately concerned. “Hey Papi. Are you ok?” I said half asleep. “Yeah,” he said, “I’m fine.” He sounded wide awake. Unusually so for this hour. I tried to will myself awake but I was still in dreamland. His voice sounded so warm and inviting. He laughed at something I said and I wanted to wrap my arms around him and bury my face in his neck.

“You sound so sexy,” I said. “Just let me listen to you.”

“No, I called to listen to you,” he said.

“Oh, I see. Did you want me to cum for you?” I asked him, coming to my senses.

“Yes, Pussy, cum for your Papi.”

I rolled over and started to rub my clit. I could hear Papi breathing, but other than that he was silent, as always, just quietly listening. Within a minute or so I was wet and my body was waking up. But my brain was still foggy and asleep as I continued fingering myself. Soon I was quite aroused and close to cumming. Papi must have known from my breathing and moaning that I was almost there because he suddenly asked me “where is the spoon?”

“The spoon?” I repeated, confused and caught off guard. “Uh, in the bed stand.”

“Get it,” he ordered me.

I fumbled around in the dark before I found the light switch. Turning on the light I saw la cuchara immediately, but I paused a second before admitting that to Papi. I’m always a little unsure what will happen when the spoon comes out.

“I have it, Papi” I told him.

“Good. Now hit your pussy with it,” he told me.

I started to do as told, slapping quite hard and quickly since I had been so close to cumming before he interrupted me. It hurt, and I said so, but it didn’t hurt enough for me to want to stop. And once again I had that weird feeling of being really turned on despite the absurdity of my actions. I would be absolutely mortified if anyone were to see me slapping my own self with a wooden kitchen spoon with one hand and pressing my cell phone to my ear with the other… and yet, somehow, this man managed to make that seem like the sexiest thing since crotchless panties.

I wanted to cum for him, and he knew it. And he knew he controlled it despite the great distance between us. And I knew he was going to make me beg for it, for release from his control, no matter what I did, so I might as well just give in now.

“May I stop now Papi?” I asked, a hint of pleading in my tone.

“Yes,” he said, surprising me.

I dropped the spoon to the bed and felt relief wash over me. Catching myself before I drifted back to sleep, Papi still quietly listening on the other end, I begged “please may I touch myself Papi”

“Yes,” he said. I started fingering myself again and now my pussy was really wet and swollen and tender. If I were fucking him in person I would be throwing myself against him and thrashing about until he put his hand or his cock or anything inside me and fucked me.

“Get Wanda,” he said.

And I did.

“Cum for your Papi,” he said.

And I did.

“Thank you Papi,” I said before falling fast asleep.

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Uncle Mike

Well, I'm just going with the flow here. As I said, life seems to be giving me some sort of lesson and I'm still trying to figure out just what it is. Mikel and I have agreed to have a standing date on Tuesdays. Pretty much solely for the sake of fucking. I told him straight up I have no intention of being anyone's "out" of a trying relationship or hooking up with anyone on the rebound for that matter. He's a nice guy, a really, really nice guy, and he seems to have kinks in all the right places as far as I can tell. Just, you know, he's someone else's kinky, nice guy.

Anyway. I told him I'll call him Uncle Mike. Uncle Mike because he's like the nice uncle you wanna go to the park with and not the creepy one you want to hide from. And Uncle Mike because it sounds sweet and innocent, and kinky and pervy all at the same time. Kinda like him. And, most importantly, Uncle Mike to remind me that he is off limits as far as romance is concerned.

Monday, August 01, 2005

Switching

Mikel was with his girlfriend all weekend long so there was an email/phone/text black out. And for what it's worth when I'm denied something I crave it ten times more. So I continued to send emails to him even though there was no response (he had told me he wouldn't be back to his computer until Monday) and in the absence of his replies my imagination got the best of me and I admit I got pretty forward. He said he liked how aggressive I am. I told him I'm not aggressive. I'm assertive. One of the things I like about him is he's pretty subby for a self identified dom. Which works well because I can be pretty dommy for a self identified sub. I guess it's called switching... but I'm not ready to go quite that far yet.

As soon as he got to work this morning he started replying to my emails one by one. And there's nothing like a man who replies to my smutty emails to get me all ready to go. It didn't take long before I was sitting at my desk (yes, I was at work) wet and needing badly to be fucked. I told him so and suggested he come to my place later. He tried to put me off. He had errands to do after work. So come after that, I said. He might be too tired, he said. I'll revive him, I said. He wasn't so sure he should come over, he said. Neither was I, I said. Finally he asked "what's the rush?" "Call it rushed if you want," I said, "but I want you to fuck me and I want it tonight. Besides, tomorrow morning I'm getting inseminated and I may not be up for fucking for a while after that." "I'm leaving in two minutes," he said.

When he arrived at my place he was clearly nervous and uncomfortable. My place is small and at the moment all piled high with boxes in preparation for my move so we skirted around each other awkwardly. I poured us each a drink and we sat down on the couch. We chatted a bit about my dog and his work and whatnot. He put his hand on my thigh. We chatted some more. I kissed him. Chatted some more. Then somehow I'm standing on my couch kissing his forehead and he's pushing my skirt up and squeezing my ass and pulling me to him. It was nice. Really nice. After a bit I climbed down and just walked into my bedroom. He followed behind me.

We laid down on my bed and started kissing some more. He was a pretty good kisser as far as they come. I'm kinda picky and it takes a lot to impress me. You need the right mix of sucking and biting and exploring. And succulent lips. He had a nice 5 o'clock shadow that was perfectly scratchy and rough. As we kissed his hands slid up and down my legs and up under my skirt. He pushed my legs apart firmly and wasn't shy about letting his fingers trace my pussy outside of my panties. "My god girl you are so wet!" he exclaimed after pressing his fingers into me just slightly. "I know. I told you I've been like this all day," I told him. He was rubbing and teasing me, flicking his fingers across my clit, dipping them inside of me. This of course sent me over the edge and I was soon moaning and wreathing and begging him to fuck me.

He inserted a few fingers into my cunt and started to fuck me with them slowly. "God yes!" I said. "Please fuck me." And my body started involuntarily humping his hand. Soon he was fucking me hard and fast and I was close to cumming. It was interesting to have this man I hardly knew with his fingers inside me, begging him "fuck me harder Mikel, please fuck me harder." He laughed at me. I don't know if it was from nervousness or amusement at my sense of urgency, but it seemed sweet and friendly.

Eventually we both managed to peel off our clothes bit by bit until we were finally fully naked. The sun hadn't gone down yet so my bedroom was bright with the afternoon sun. He showed me the scars where they had removed a kidney when he was a kid and we took in each other's bodies without seeming too obvious. He had the physique of a middle aged man, with a protruding tummy and thinning hair. He had strong legs and big hands. His arms and legs were covered with dark hair but thankfully his tummy and back were pretty bare. He had really big balls that were nice and firm, and a rather small cock. He never actually got significantly hard enough for me to find out how big his cock is when erect. I think he was just so nervous. I think he thought I'm some crazed sex maniac - I believe "sexual beastie" was what he said - and so he was somewhat put off by me. I was a bit disappointed because I was looking forward to being fucked by a man with a large cock (I guess what they say about hand size isn't true afterall)... I've been so spoiled by Papi and Mr. D... but then I remembered how nice it is to go down on a guy with a cock that fits in your mouth without gagging you.

I like giving guys head but it is so unpleasant to do with a condom on. It just loses all its' appeal. So I compromised. I took his balls in my mouth one at a time and swirled my tongue around them. As I did this I pulled them gently and firmly away from his body while I let my hands stroke his cock. As he got a little harder I licked the base of his dick and ran my tongue up and down the shaft of his cock. As his cock grew I continued to stroke him with my hand and nuzzle him with my face, letting my hot breath tease him. He was obviously enjoying himself, but still he never got quite hard enough for me to climb on and ride him like I wanted.

I thought maybe the old "as if" would work so I climbed on top of him and started grinding myself against him as if he had a big old hard on and we were fucking. Still, no luck. I laid down on top of him and nibbled on his neck while I straddled his leg and continued rubbing my pussy on him. I reached down and cupped his balls. He closed his eyes and moaned slightly. Eventually the rocking motion turned into more of a fucking motion and I told him it made me want to fuck him. He smiled. I spread his legs with my hands and fucked him with my body since I don't own a strap on or even a dildo. He never came or even got hard, but he looked pretty darn happy nonetheless.

The next day he said he noticed that his legs were hurting and when he paused to think about it he realized it was from me fucking him... and he liked it. A lot. He confessed that he was very anxious, particularly about me being so fertile and all, and that each time my pussy got near his cock it made him go limp. I guess he also has diabetes which apparently can effect your ability to get a hard on, or maintain one. The upside of that is his doctor prescribed him cock rings. How cool is that? Maybe his doctor can prescribe him a harness and a big old silicon dick as well!