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Reasons to Follow Me On Twitter – Actual Direct Messages from Me Today to One Lucky Boy

minivanlibertine — Wed, 22 Jul 2009 22:05:25 +0000

Should I tell you about my husband wrapping my throat with a scarf as he fucked me from behind last night? Is that too much?

I was having online sex with a friend who said he wanted to fuck me in a church while he wrapped a rosary around my neck.

I told my husband, who just nodded. Later that night, after he had throat fucked me with my head hanging off the bed

He flipped me over, started ramming his cock hard into my pussy, grabbed this scarf/blanket that was nearby, and wrapped it around my throat and pulled on it as he fucked me doggie style. Almost like they were reins.

After he came, i stayed on me on my hands and knees, and played with my clit as he put his fingers inside my pussy, which was still wet from his come.

After I came, he pulled his fingers out and put them in my mouth. I licked them clean, of course.

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After the Wedding

minivanlibertine — Sun, 28 Jun 2009 20:50:46 +0000

This is a story written for me by Sir, a dear, dear friend who understands completely my submissive tendencies. Only those who get that will enjoy the story. It is not for everyone.

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I have been watching you all though the wedding. You flashed me a view of that sweet cunt across the aisle as you sat down and the look on your face was perfectly clear. You want to be used as nothing more than a series of holes to satiate as many men as possible. I know that you are a dirty little slut and you are so proud of it. You need to be taught a lesson. A painful one.

After everyone leaves the church, I return to the pew on which you sat, imagining your smooth pussy which was so recently nestled into that burgundy velvet cushion. I notice the scent of your musk in the air. Could I be so lucky? Yes, your pussy was so wet with excitement that you left a dark stain on the fabric of the cushion. My cock instantly springs to attention. I drop to my knees in front of the pew, wanting nothing more than to worship the relic of your wantonness. i bring my face close to the stain, the intoxicating smell becoming overwhelming. I unzip my pants, pull out my cock, and begin to stroke it, unable to control my desires.

There is still pussy juice intermingling with the fibers of the fabric, not yet soaked through into the padding. Only a true slut could have been so wet. My breath quickens, as I lick my lips, extend my tongue, and and bring my face to your nectar. Just as I am about to taste that which has overwhelmed all of my senses, I notice movement out of the corner of my eye.

“Excuse me, I forgot my purse,” you say, with a bemused look on your face as you reach past my head to retrieve the unnoticed red handbag. I grab your arm as you reach the bag. You freeze, noticing my hard cock. A look of hunger crosses your face, then a wry smile.

Before you can say a word, my hand quickly shoots up your skirt and I slide two fingers into your dripping snatch. You gasp as I work them in and out of you and begin to meet the rhythm of each stroke with your hips. You lean over the pew in front of you, your bountiful tits hanging over the back, hard nipples straining the black bra and top for release.

I lean forwards and whisper in your ear “I know what you are. I’ve heard the stories and seen the pictures. You will be punished for being such a whore.”

Your cheeks are flush with anger and desire. Who is this person and how did he find out about me? Then the wave of fear sweeps over you.You realize that you are out of control. This makes you even more lustful, even wetter.

Your breathing is quickening as the need to have your pussy filled overcomes the fear. You reach out and grab my hard cock, roughly pumping it up and down in time to my fingers sliding in and out. You have been completely overwhelmed by the need to unleash your animalistic desires.

“How many people have seen this pussy today, whore?” I hiss in your ear as I slide in a third finger. You moan loudly, but do not answer. “Answer bitch!” Still you don’t answer. I grab you around the throat and spit in your face. “You are such a dirty slut aren’t you? You love to toy with desire. Well, it ends now!”

My grip tightens even more around your throat as I rip down your skirt. “Do you want my cock?” I ask coldly. “Oh, wait, I control your air supply. Silly me.” You begin to struggle as you realize that I am not letting go, not letting you get the oxygen you so need. The panic begins to set in just as I ram my dick into your slick cunt. Your whole body goes rigid as your carnal desires are fulfilled. The slap of skin on skin echos through the church as our bodies meet, stroke by stroke.

Your desire to be fucked has temporarily subverted your desire for oxygen, but you then realize that things are starting to go dark. I whisper calmly in your ear “Goodbye, whore” as I pull my cock out of you.

Just as the darkness closes in on you, I release your throat. You gasp loudly for breath, your heart beating so hard you think it will jump out of your chest. There are tears running down your face, leaving trails of mascara as they fall.

You fall to your knees and turn your head toward me, only to meet my relentless cock. I slide it past your lips, over your tongue, to the back of your throat, burying it balls-deep in your face. I hold you there by the back of your head as I fumble in your purse for your phone. As your body spasms, fighting for the breath blocked by my cock, I take a picture your
face.

“Who should I send this one to, you cunt?” I ask as i pull my dick from your mouth. Before you can answer, I begin to roughly fuck your face. “I bet you’d like me to send this to your husband, wouldn’t you? To show him how much of a filthy slut you are, with a stranger’s dick in your face. Would you like that?” I ask in a cold voice. You nod as you totally submit to my power, your body going limp.

“Should I send him a picture of you doing what you do best? You are the world’s best cum dumpster, aren’t you, bitch?” You nod, the look of shame on your face making me even harder. I pump in and out of your filthy mouth faster and faster, the sounds of your gagging getting me ever closer to what we both desire.

With a groan, I begin to come. The first spurt lashes across your tongue as I pull out of your mouth. You taste your salty drug of choice at long last. The second spurt leaves a trail across your left eye and cheek. The
rest of the load ends up on your lips and chin. You greedily lick and push as much as you can into your mouth.

“You are a good little pet,” I say, patting you on the head. I turn around, zip up my pants, and walk out of the church, leaving you in a puddle of bodily fluids. You lean back on the floor and internally wallow in the filth that is your desire, and begin to laugh. You still want more. Your hand reaches to your pussy and you slide a finger inside.

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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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This post, Pen Pals, originally appeared on Minivan Libertine on 03/27/2009. If you are viewing it anywhere other than in a feed reader, it was scraped illegally and without my permission. Please email minivanlibertine at gmail dot com and let me know.
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