Hello, vices.
Month: November 2012
“But all I’ve ever learned from love was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you.”
Penthouse eats pussy well because he eats pussy like he really wants to.
Pardon my choice of image, but I couldn’t resist.
But, honestly, he eats pussy like it’s freaking delicious or it’s like the eve of the great pussy famine or we’re living in a socialist society and he had to wait on line in the snow for freaking hours for a meager ration of pussy but it was goddamn worth it.
And I don’t say this to inflate the guy’s ego as much as to give some advice here. Guys, girls and everything in between: if you’re eating a pussy, eat it like you did the first slice of pizza you ever had.
No, don’t bite it or anything. But, put some enthusiasm behind it. Kid on Christmas all over that pussy.
I’m ashamed to admit I had an ex fall asleep “down there”. Which is just as detrimental to the self-esteem as it is to the orgasm brewing down there.
For god’s sake, it’s not a chore. Have a little fun with it.
This has been an attempted story that instead turned into a rant. Whatever. I regret nothing. Yolo, carpe diem and all that noise.
Leavin’ this here for Penthouse. Because it’ll make him a happy camper.
So… I think that both Ivy and Penthouse are on my list of kink role models now.
So, are we really getting a couple of glimpses of the real Ivy, at long last? (sorry for being anonymous, no Tumblr account here)
StandardNow, just who is this?
Is this in reference to the picture of my caned ass or confessing that I liked that Popcorn and I were both nervous? Or that I told you guys I was sick?
In regards to that last one, thank you for all the “get well” asks. I’m doing much better!
Chained, Epilogue
After Popcorn had left, Penthouse grabbed my hair and pulled me back down to my knees. “Go on, sweetheart,” he said, “thank Daddy for your playdate.” He reached down and unzipped his pants and I smirked.
I pulled his cock out and started sucking as he spoke to me, telling me how good I had been. I told him, in a moment when my head was off his cock, that I had wanted to kiss her when she left but I wasn’t sure if she was actually into girls or just liked dominating them.
“I think you should text her,” he said, rolling his hand through my hair, “and invite her over later. I think she wants to kiss you, too.”
I blushed and took him deeper.
“You know that paper she mentioned last night? She did that thing early so she could play with you,” he added and smirked, holding my hair a bit tighter and starting to fuck my face. “So, I really do think you should text your new little friend.”
Chained, Part Nine
I heard the tell-tale rattle of clothespins on a line and whined a bit into my gag. Penthouse had grabbed the zipper off of the desk and from my soon-to-be-proven-correct assumption, handed it off to Popcorn.
“What you do,” he explained, placing a hand on my shoulder, “is you just put them all over on her breasts, then yank the end of the string, and they all come off.”
Popcorn was a little ruthless. She went excruciatingly slow, debating out where each one should go, so I was stuck sitting with two particularly harsh ones near the skin over my collarbones. Eventually, I couldn’t take it and just hit the buzzer.
They took care to remove the blindfold and the gag, making sure I was all right, and took off the clothespins gently by hand. I was a little disappointed I hadn’t had the guts to ride it out, but I figured it was better to know my limits.
Penthouse untied my legs and I got up to my feet, adjusting my nightgown and giving Popcorn a hug. We thanked each other for a fun experience and she left, having somewhere else to go.
Chained, Part Eight
Once I had reached my limit of being flogged, caned and spanked, Penthouse brought me down onto my knees on the floor in front of them. “Do you want some time alone with her?” He asked as Popcorn sat down on the floor across from me.
“Yeah,” she said. “Would you mind?"
"Not at all,” he replied, “you okay with that, Ivy?” He looked to me and I nodded, a blush rising in my cheeks. I had not been dominated by a woman in quite a while and the idea of being alone with her was equally exciting and scary. I barely knew this girl, but I thought well of her and was glad I had met her on a vanilla level first. That, at least, made things a little less strange and feel a little safer.
Penthouse left the room and Popcorn picked my blindfold up from the table, buckling it over my eyes. She wiped some drool from the corner of my gag with her thumb and I blushed even deeper.
“Do you like playing with girls?” She asked as she eased the front of my nightgown down, exposing my breasts.
“Mmhmmm,” I replied around the ballgag, nodding.
She pulled a bit lower and I knew she could see the vague traces of the ‘whore’ that had been traced into my stomach. I heard her chuckle and turned my head away, somewhat ashamed, until her fingers clamped down on my left nipple. Her free hand rose to my right shoulder as if to will me to face her, even if I could not see her.
There was a moment where I could feel myself shaking against her and realized that she was shaking, too. Her hand was trembling against my already trembling shoulder. The idea that we were both a little nervous, I don’t know. There was something kind of beautiful and sort of intimate about it.
She played with my nipples for a bit before I heard her take out her phone. A few minutes later, Penthouse came back in and asked if she had enjoyed herself.
“Oh, definitely,” she replied, “I’m just not sure what to do with her nipples.”
“Oh,” Penthouse answered and I could hear him crossing the room. “Here, let me show you something fun.”
Chained, Part Seven
“I love how she stays up on her toes,” Popcorn said.
Penthouse got down on his knees and tied my legs together at the ankles. He patted my calf before standing back up. “Can you stay up until we’re done with you like a good girl?”
I nodded, biting down on the corners of the gag as Popcorn hit me with the flogger.
I’m proud to say I did.
Insert terrible tangled up in red tape joke here.