Umm. I think I just learned my new strategy for when I want to try to be in charge. Don’t tell Sir.
cunnilingus
I’d like to make a petition for also getting this when you finish filing your taxes.
Handholding mandatory.
Please and thank you.
I mean, basically.
Just…yeah.
Y’know.
Overwhelmed, Part Ten
I was a little delirious as the two worked me over with their fingers and mouths. The whole time, Sir held me, which helped a little bit in helping me to ground myself in what was happening.
I came once and they kept going, despite my little whines that I had finished and I was getting tender. I came again, exclaiming that it kind of hurt, even if it did feel good.
The two smirked at each other over me and Sir held me still while he and SG forced me to cum a few more times until I was squirming and whining and begging them to just let me rest.
I know, my life is really, really hard sometimes.
Is it weird that I find the way that guy is touching her arm and holding her hand to be hotter than the fact that there’s a guy licking her pussy?
I know someone who doesn’t mind being the pass around party slut.
Me me me it’s meeeeee.
Sweetheart’s busy today.
Try back later.
The Adventures of Sir, Sweetheart and Mr. Purple, Part Eleven
The next evening was my last night at Sir’s and so he gave me the massage he had promised to give me as a present. The set-up was wonderful. He had me lie down on on his futon and relax, he played nice music and he gave me a really wonderful massage with some soothing oil.
Of course, Sir took a few liberties I’ve never seen taken during a massage before. He rubbed my butt and my breasts. And, at the very end, he spent an extraordinarily long time rubbing my pussy.
He would trace his thumbs over my labia, moving infinitely closer to my clit before rolling his thumbs back out and teasing his fingers over my inner thighs. “You’re getting so wet,” he teased and leaned in, licking carefully just over the curves of my labia before continuing to use his fingers.
He slipped his thumb over my clit and rubbed in slow circles as he started to fuck me with two fingers. I thrusted back eagerly, gasping as he slipped another in. Suddenly, I heard him gasp and he asked me, “do you know how many fingers I have in you?”
“Three?” I asked.
He smirked, “five.”
My eyes widened and I sat up on my elbows, “are you fisting me?”
“No, it’s just to the knuckles,” he replied. “But look how hungry this pussy is.” Naturally, he rolled me over and fucked me silly right after.
So, I’m 23 today.
And if anyone asks, I’m the birthday princess and this is what birthday princesses look like.
It’s my birthday tomorrow.
Is it bad that this is literally all I want?