No… I’m not dead… and I’m not a liar either… honest! I use the word ‘lie’ in the horizontal sense… as in ‘lying down’… if you get my drift… so, now that’s clear, I’ll swiftly move on…!
I arrived at a lovely party early yesterday afternoon. Unlike some venues, it was not very difficult to get there at this time of day ‘cos it’s barely a mile down the road from my home! Now that’s what I call convenient!
But, sadly, I can’t get there often as, usually, my Wednesdays are full with vanilla stuff. But not today… yippeeeee… and it was lovely to be greeted by the lovely… er… ‘not-so’ old friend who runs it! It was a pleasure seeing her again after quite a lot of years, though I decided not to count how many!
Soon after I arrived, I recognised a lovely guy up from that seaside resort on the south coast that often boasts of having the most annual sunshine in the UK… but I’ll leave you guessing which one ‘cos there are several that boast that at different times!
We got chatting and, seeing how I needed to get a photo or two to put up here for you to see, I suggested we head upstairs to a nice private room. He was certainly resourceful, my sunny friend, ‘cos as soon as we were inside, he didn’t hesitate to shut the door and turn the lock to keep everyone else out.
He snapped away at me as I posed for him in various ways… and then, somehow… (and I can’t think how)… we both just sort of ended up on the bed together, him completely naked, me still in my little green dress (which barely covered my bottom,as you can see… hehe!)… and all his clothes strewn around the floor.
Such a lovely guy… he couldn’t wait to get his lips around my cock and immediately drew me out from my little black panties and started to lick and suck me beautifully. When he started to tire a little, I told him to lie down on his back and let me have a turn on his. My lips slipped over the head of his cock and I lapped at it gently for a while, gradually moving lower down toward its root. Eventually, it was deep in my throat and I wriggled my throat muscles to massage its head while my tongue continued to stroke his hard shaft.
He seemed to rather enjoy that as his breathing became a little heavier but, soon, he wanted me to climb up over him in a 69 position so, straddling his head, my cock disappeared into his mouth just as his did into mine!
We rocked like that for a delicious while… both of us loving the feelings and not wanting to stop. He even slipped a finger into my pussy which always feels so sexy but, eventually, I felt an increasing need to be filled even more there… and by something much bigger! You see, it’d been a few months since I’d last been filled by a nice cock and I was gagging for it… and I wasn’t wearing that little necklace for nothing either (see photo below)… hehe!
I climbed off him, turned around and, having fitted a condom on him, I lowered myself down over his hard cock as I looked down into his eyes. Wow… it felt so good to be filled like this after so long and it was a delicious way to start 2019… filled with his hot sunshine in the depths of midwinter! His breathing continued heavily and, feeling increasingly slutty and whorish, I soon asked him to please fuck me properly… like a whore!
I think that made him even more excited as I climbed off and knelt down on the bed with my knees spread wide and my head and shoulders right down on the mattress. My bum was high in the air and I knew I was wide open back there… openly inviting him to use me.
And he did. His excitement taking control, he thrust into me… pushed right in deep… and started to pound my pussy like a jackhammer while he gripped my hips to keep me fully under control.
I’ve told you before how much being fucked like that makes me feel so submissive and I really felt like a whore being used as a whore should be used! He banged away at me hard for several minutes… it was so exciting for me and I could tell it was for him too ‘cos his breathing now sounded even heavier and faster.
It didn’t take him long and, pretty soon, I knew he was building ‘cos I could feel his cock getting even bigger and harder inside me. Suddenly, he let out a string of gasps and cries as he erupted, filling that condom deep up inside.
We stayed like that for several more minutes, gently rocking while his erection amazingly stayed firm… and it was still firm when, at last, he withdrew and I rolled over on my back, pretty exhausted.
Lying there, I found my thoughts turning to an exciting Master right down there in another sunny place… Sydney, Australia. We’d chatted online several times recently and he’d made it pretty clear what he would like to do with me, if only there weren’t some 12,000 miles between us! I’d not received any specific instructions from him for yesterday but, now, I just knew what he’d expect of me.
I reached up and carefully slipped the condom off the still-hard cock, without spilling any of its creamy contents. While my friend watched, I took it in my fingers, raised it above my head and slowly tilted it down towards my open mouth. His cum poured out, straight through my lips on to my tongue. His eyes eagerly followed it as it all slithered down into my throat… every drop… and disappeared… with not a single drop spilt!
So that was for my new friend (a new experience for him)… and also for you, Master… (you know who you are!)
We both needed fresh drinks now so we headed downstairs to the kitchen bar where I enjoyed a nice glass of Pinot Grigio to chase down the creamy ‘wine’ I’d just taken upstairs.
In the next half an hour or so, I chatted to several people… some old friends… tgirls and guys alike… and some new, until I found myself chatting with one man I’d not met before who, realising what a naughty girl I can be, soon suggested I should bend over for him. When a man tells me firmly to do that, I naturally have to comply… (it’s what my Mistress instilled in me when she trained me)… and he now proceeded to give me a tirade of hard spanks on both my cheeks with his hands. My short dress rode up so I only had my little black lacy panties to protect me but, as the noise attracted a few others into the room, he yanked those down and continued to spank my bare cheeks with one hand while slipping his other through between my legs for a lovely fondle!
Oh yessssssss… lovely! Definitely.
And later, lying back almost full length in a comfy armchair, another nice man came and sat on its arm… and soon let his hand reach down to stroke my stockinged thighs and gradually creep upwards… above my stocking tops and under my little dress. Of course, I relaxed my legs and let them fall apart so he had better access… well, a sensible girl would, wouldn’t she?… after all, my training told me that I must always make it easier for guys who want me… so who was I to object?
(And, when it feels as good as that did, I can easily be a sensible girl when I put my mind to it… hehe!)
So it was a brilliant and exciting afternoon… definitely one to lie for… and to die for!
And here’s a little afterthought… exactly 200 years ago, in 1819, the first rubber factory was built in London by Thomas Hancock… so is that when rubber and ‘cocks’ first made their acquaintance?