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Waking Up Right

minivanlibertine — Sat, 05 Dec 2009 17:04:28 +0000

The wonderful thing about children finally being older is that they can watch TV on Saturday mornings while you go back to bed with your partner.

This morning, as we were cuddling (awww), he grabbed my head and pushed it underneath the covers. It started out as a very slow, soft, wet, blowjob, but then of course, I had to choke on it.

With all the hoopla about the horrors of pornography, and how it makes asshole men think that all women like to be spat on, come on, and choke on cock (yes, yes, and YES please!) what about the women like ME? The women who maybe saw something in pornography, got turned on a little watching something new, tried it, and fucking LOVED IT?? Are we allowed to express that gratitude?

For me, having a cock in my deep in my throat feels good for several reasons. I do like the actual choking, the feeling of not being able to breathe. Hot, and in the BDSM world, not too uncommon. But I also like the fact that the deeper you take a cock, the more slippery the saliva gets. The secret to successful deep throating is to go slow, relax your throat, and not fight the gag. The gag itself eventually becomes part of the pleasure. When the gagging becomes too much, pull the cock out of your throat, and use your hand to stroke it, as it will now be covered in the slipperiest spit ever! Then, when your throat has calmed down, repeat!

Of course, it is fine to stop there, but it is also possible to go on and develop a taste for irrumatio, the Roman word for throat fucking (thanks for the vocabulary word Matthew!) In this act, the person performing the oral sex actually just acts as a receptacle with their mouth and throat open. It can be done with the receiver on his/her back and the cock above them, the receiver’s head hanging off the bed with the person doing the fucking standing in front of them, or my personal favorite, the receiver sitting against a wall, while the other person stands up and fucks the mouth/throat with the head against the wall. This allows me to either play with my pussy, or have my hands pinned above me. Having my throat fucked hard with my hands pinned above me reminds me of the Nine Inch Nails song “Closer”, as it makes me feel closer to “god” than just about any other sex act.

Now as with anything like this, the person who is getting their throat fucked is the one in control in the beginning, and has to get comfortable with it. Also, some people will never want to do this, and that is perfectly FINE!! Luckily, there are enough orifices and fans of those orifices so that we can all get our needs met.

And as every sex writer in the world has said, communication and respect are the keys. If you want your partner to deep throat you, you have to COMMUNICATE that. And if they says no, you have to RESPECT that!

But for those of you whose perverted desires align perfectly in this area, happy gobbling!

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Brat

minivanlibertine — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 21:53:47 +0000

“You are NOT going to seduce me!”

I was livid. For months I had dreamed of his cock, the way it would look, the way it would smell, the way it would taste, even the sound the zipper would make as he pulled it down. And now he was going to deny me?

I did not say a word. I just looked at him, and slid across the bed. I had pretended to read in his room, knowing that if I wiggled my legs a certain way, the skirt of my dress would reveal my generous ass. The panties I was wearing had lace edges, and accentuated my round ass and plump thighs in a way I had been told was attractive. He, however, appeared immune.

“You know we can’t do this. She’s coming home tonight.”

It was true, his wife would be home that night. I didn’t care though, and if he truly cared, he would not have let me come to his house alone.

I decided then that there was only one way I was going to get what I wanted, and that was to play dirty. The sweet seductive route was not working at all, and I was going to have that cock at all costs.

I stood up off the bed, and faced him. I smiled at him, and kissed him. He lightly kissed me back, and I squeezed my chest against him. I stopped kissing him and he backed up. Then, I lightly slapped him across the face.

He blinked, looked amused, and smiled at me.

“And that is supposed to . . .”

I slapped him again, hard, squarely across his right cheek. It was so hard, that he stumbled back, surprised at the blow.

“What the fuck? What are you doing?”

I raised my hand back one more time, and hit him harder than I had ever hit anyone. This time, however, he responded the way I had hoped, the way I had been hoping for.

“You bitch! You’re going to leave a fucking mark on my fucking face!”

He grabbed my wrists with his hands, and pulled me close to him. He twisted my arms up under my shoulder blades, pushed up. I winced in pain, but tried not to show it.

“Stop being such a cunt, pull down your fucking dress, and get in the goddamned car. I’m taking you home.”

I kicked him in the shin with my bare foot, and he doubled over in pain, falling to his knees.

“No! YOU listen. I’m not some fucking toy that you can pull out and play with when its convenient for you!”

I grabbed the back of his bald head and shoved his face into my crotch.

“See what you did asshole? Can you feel that wet pussy?”

As I ground his face into the skirt of my dress, I lifted my leg and put one foot on the bed. With my free hand, I lifted my skirt, and pulled my panties to one side. I shoved three fingers in my wet pussy, and then pulled them out and rubbed them all over his smooth shiny head. That was not enough for me, and I positioned my cunt so that I was almost sitting on top of his head. I heard him breathe deeply, and just smiled.

“You like it, don’t you? You love being covered with my smell, kneeling at my pussy, just waiting to taste it?”

With that, he tilted his head up and started eating my pussy. Not licking, not grazing, but using his tongue AND his teeth and roughly trying to get as much of my lips as he could in his mouth.

I continued to grind myself against his face, and suddenly felt him shove two fingers, then three, then four fingers in my cunt, and my knees buckled. I fell down on the floor on top of him, and quickly straddled him with my legs.

I leaned down and started kissing his lips and neck, and then moving my tongue upwards to lick my own juices off of his head. From the first moment I saw him, I had fantasized about putting my pussy all over his bald head and then tasting myself.

I then moved my head downward, and began kissing him again. I bit his lip, sucked on his tongue, and then pulled back and started unbuttoning his blue oxford shirt. When I remembered it was the same shirt I had bought him, I stopped unbuttoning and just started ripping.

With his chest exposed, I started pinching his nipples. He involuntarily smiled, so I pinched harder and harder, not stopping until his smile turned to a grimace of pain.

My hands were now as impatient as I was, and I reached down to unbuckle his belt, and then his jeans. His cock was rock hard, no matter what he had said before. He started to say something, but I put my hand in his open mouth to shut him up.

I opened his pants, pulled the zipper down, and felt something wet and slippery on his briefs. I dove down and sucked the pre-come from the briefs until there was none left. Then I tugged his jeans and underwear off his hips and onto the floor.

I sat back and just looked at him. Dammit, but he was beautiful. Lying on the floor, with only his unbuttoned shirt against his shoulders, I could see just how gorgeous his body was. His chest was big and firm, with lots of soft curly brown hair to grab onto. I looked him up and down, but my eyes kept going back to his cock.

His cock was long and thick, with a beautiful pink head. The skin was smooth, and pre-come had made it look just like a wet lollipop begging to be licked.

I pulled my dress up over my head, and unhooked my bra. He reached up to grab my huge tits, but I pushed him back down. I did not want him to touch me; I wanted to use him like a toy, a dildo, a lovely object to fuck as I chose.

Finally, I licked my lips and took his cock into my mouth. He breathed in deeply, and I pushed my head down as far as it would go. I wanted his cock inside me, all the way inside my throat. I wanted to gag on that cock, and feel my pussy clench when I did it.

His cock smelled and tasted delicious; pre-come mingled with sweat. I pulled his cock out of my mouth, and moved my head down further to suck his balls and lick his ass. When my tongue went in his ass, he moaned in a way that showed me that no one had ever been in his ass before. And that he liked it.

As I licked his ass, I put one hand on is balls, and the other hand on his cock, pumping his foreskin up and down over his shaft. His cock suddenly grew thicker, and before I knew it, he sat up, pushed me off of him, and forced me onto the floor on my back. He lowered himself on top of me, with his cock on my face. I opened my mouth, because I knew exactly what was next.

He shoved his cock in my mouth, and started fucking my throat. I gagged, I coughed, and my pussy got wetter each time I did. At one point, I was worried that I could not breathe, but he pulled back just long enough for me to pant once or twice, and then he was back on me. Then, I started choking and gagging for real, and even though I enjoyed it, I was getting scared. He was plowing into my mouth with such intensity that I worried he would hurt me. I raised my hands to push him off of me, but he grabbed them and held them above my head.

“Take it bitch, you wanted this, now fucking TAKE IT! Gag on it all you want, I’m not stopping!”

That seemed to push him over the edge, and his cock started to swell in my throat, choking me even more. I felt it pulse, and then the thick, salty liquid poured down the back of my throat. It tasted so fucking good, but my body started to rebel against the oxygen deprivation. I struggled hard, but he stayed on me, keeping me down with his weight.

Finally, when tears were streaming down my cheeks, and I couldn’t struggle anymore, he pulled back. I gasped and choked for air like a drowning woman, and felt like I was going to throw up. I sat up and just panted for a few minutes until my breathing returned to normal.

After what felt like an eternity of silence between us, he stood up and got me a glass of water. I was still a little shaky, and the glass trembled in my hands. My throat hurt when I swallowed the water, and yet I was sad to wash the taste of him out of my mouth.

Sometimes, being a brat gets you what you want. This time, it got me what I deserved.

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Pen Pals

minivanlibertine — Sat, 28 Mar 2009 02:40:33 +0000

I walk into the hotel meeting room and feel a pit in my stomach. I have wanted to be here for so long, to finally meet you after talking online. No one here knows that I have been chatting with you, and there is no one I could tell if I wanted to. I’m a fat, minivan driving wife and mother – who would believe that I had it in me to do this, to initiate this. My friends and husband would lock me up if they had seen what I wrote to you, the horrible, nasty dirty things I told you. Women like me aren’t supposed to talk like that, not even think like that, much less send strangers pictures of their ample ass and big tits.

I see you at a table talking with a mutual friend and try to go up to introduce myself. I get nervous and turn around, but my friend sees me and waves me over. He introduces us and I feel a rush to finally see you in front of me. I look to see if you recognize my name from email correspondence, to see if there is any glimmer of recognition at all, but you just smile and nod, like you do with everyone. There is nothing in your eyes to indicate that you know who I am, that I am special, or that you were expecting me. I say nice to meet you, and feel the heat of embarrassment and shame come into my cheeks. I motion to someone else I know, and say goodbye. I feel like an idiot, like a fool. Of course you don’t know who I am.

I wander around the room, pretending that I fit in, and go to the drink table to look like I have a purpose. After stretching that out as long as possible, I decide to give up and go home. Before leaving, I go into the bathroom. When I am done, I open to door, and there you are. As I try to leave the bathroom, you are coming in. I say excuse me, you say excuse me, and you have your normal happy goofy smile. Then, it changes. In a second, the smile is gone.

You push me back in the bathroom, spin me around, put my hands behind my back and put your hand over my mouth. Don’t fucking make a noise, you cunt, you say, not a goddamn noise.

You reach up my skirt with your other hand and shove you hand in my pussy. You pull on my pussy hair and say Jesus Christ you were right, this is the most fucking pussy hair ever. Stupid whore, you tell me, you should shave that nasty cunt. No one wants to fuck a hairy cunt.

I start to whimper because this is really scaring me, it’s moving too fast, I’m married, and a billion other reasons that don’t matter now. You pull your hand out of my pussy. You spin me around and force me to my knees. You tell me Now show me that cock-sucking you bragged about so much. Show me why you think some whore I don’t know is worthy of sucking my cock. I start sucking your cock but gag on your width. You slap me in the face and say Come on bitch, try again, I know you can do it without choking.

I try to take it all in my throat, and finally do. You force me down onto your cock until I can’t breathe, and then just before I pass out, you pull me off. I gasp for air quickly before you shove me back on your cock. I start to get really wet, and reach down with my fingers to play with my own clit. However, as soon as I start to get into it, really into it, you smack my face again, pull me off your cock, and drag me over to the toilet. You force my head into the bowl and my mouth grazes the seat. You pull my panties to the side, and I say try to say no, really, I do, but you shove one of your hands in my mouth. I bite down on your thick fingers, but you don’t care. I bite harder, but it’s no use, it’s like a flea biting an elephant, you barely even notice.

My pussy is now so wet that we can both smell it. You take your cock and shove it in my dripping wet pussy. You grab my hair as you fuck me, and the pain almost makes me pass out, except that your cock feels so good that I hang on. I worry that I am going to bleed from being fucked this hard, and just as I start to I start to move with you, you abruptly pull your cock out of my pussy, and try to shove it in my ass. But even with all the lubricant from my pussy, it won’t go in. You’re too big.

You lying little bitch, you say. You kept talking about how much you like it up the ass, but you can’t even take it. You’re a fucking baby! I try to say that it’s too big, but your hand is still in my mouth. You reach over to the sink, put some lotion from the dispenser in your hand, and rub it all over your cock. You then take the hand out of my mouth, use both hands on my hips, and shove your cock hard into my ass. It hurts so much I start crying, and yet backing into it at the same time. You take your hands off my hips, reach into my shirt and start pulling my breasts out of their bra. You pull and pinch my nipples as you fuck my in the ass, and I move my own hand down to my cunt to touch my clit. That’s right, you little slut, you like this don’t you, you want this, don’t you. You stupid bitch, pretending to be so pure and so innocent with your wife and mother act. The words are flooding straight from your mouth into my brain, into my pussy so hard that I am not sure if you are saying them or if I am thinking them.

I start to come, and you have to put your hand back over my mouth to keep me from yelling so that everyone would hear. After I come, you take your cock out of my ass, spin me around and shove your cock straight from my ass into my mouth. I gobble at it like a greedy little pig, but you push me back and instead jack off onto my face.

Then, you quietly zip up, go to the sink, adjust your hair and glasses, and wash your hands. You put your finger to your lips as if to say shh and leave the room, with me on the cold tile floor, shirt open, face and neck covered with cum.

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