Wet panties, Bliss, a bit of a high and… FRUSTRATION!!!!

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Picture This…

You, laying on your stomach, breathing hard, your hair falling down the sides of your face, energy, everywhere, the room is moving with the motion he dictates…

He is holding your hips hard, pushing back and forth, grunting as he pushes, fast, then slow, he sets the speeds, the depth….

You get that tingling sensation that travels from your lips and circles at your breasts, that he briefly holds, before returning his hands to your hips… (faster, harder, he grabs your throat…OH!) … The tingling keeps it’s journey south bound, pauses at your stomach, where the butterflies are now rattled…. only to explode, right between your legs within the folds of your lips… you moan loudly…..

FRUSTRATION!!!!  You are both fully clothed and that’s as far as you’ll get today.   Wet panties, bliss, a bit of a high and….FRUSTRATION!!! Because I wanted to feel him explode too.

That Ladies and Gentleman was my yesterday morning!!.  I need to get it out of my system…. The Hunger Again… the lust for my Mr. B.

Oh, by the way… There’s a word for that… Outercourse.  Can’t say I’m a fan.

Little me…. and the chamber of … “Not so secrets anymore”

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Hello, everyone
I have to again apologize for being gone for so long. There is something happening soon that I am excited to tell you about. My Mr. B will be closer to me and I have hopes for the new adventures to come….
…Speaking of adventures…
Who of you likes the “COWGIRL” position?
I personally, have come to find it is one of my new favorite positions, there’s so much interaction between us, lots, of grinding, and a lot of moaning too (I’m kind of loud. Sometimes I wonder, what his neighbors might think).
Looking down at Mr. B and finding he enjoys the view of my boobs bouncing on top of him, having my ass close for some heavy spanking and, enjoying a good hair pulling is something we both find…. interesting.
One thing that I particularly enjoy about riding Mr. B is how deep inside me he feels… there’s this delicious way that he thrusts while underneath me that he touches this spot…

There’s something really special about this spot though, it brings waves, waves of orgasms that leave me shaking. I call this spot “The Chamber of Secrets” (Not to be confused with the G Spot)….

… I can feel a tiny bit of pressure as he enters my “Chamber”, then that little tickling sensation that runs from my lips to my inner thigh and, suddenly, he grabs my ass and I have to squeeze my knees not to come right there. Brian feels it, and smiles that mischievous smiles that makes it such a hard task to hold my orgasms…
… and then his hand is on my throat, and I’m gasping for air, riding him harder, and faster, my senses are heightened and everything feels so… Orgasmic

I can’t hold my climax for long, I have this need to feel and the want to feel it more. Only Brian understands it; Taking me, using me, he knows I won’t break… I feel vulnerable and safe at the same time.

Brian enjoys my excitement, his playing with my breasts, and my bouncing up and down his … uhm… pole does have an effect on him too; and his release triggers mine…

I’m overwhelmed by waves of orgasms overlapping, I can’t hold myself and just collapse next to him, and his smug, “I did it” smile, he is proud of himself. My body is shaking, convulsing, with waves of pleasure that I keep feeling long after he’s come.

As I lay next to him, breathless and possessed by my orgasmic high; I realize, that he has undoubtedly found and conquered that place inside of me, that triggers and releases waves of orgasms. I don’t know exactly where it is myself, seems like a myth, doesn’t it?…. Not to him, he has found my chamber of secrets, he commands it now, and… he exploits it.

I have known for a long time that my body belongs to Brian; it reacts to his voice, to his touch, I melt by his kiss and I look at him differently… desire has turned into something else, I have no control over what I feel for him, and I just can’t get enough… I want more….

..That want to feel more…

From Lana, with Love.

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I meet Master B one Thursday Evening in September…
I arrived at his studio sometime after 7. I knocked the door. He looked so big and overwhelming when I walked in. He gave an appreciative look and asked me to turn around. I was wearing a white dress, and he liked. Master B put his hands on my hips and pull me close, his fingers traveled down my leg and up again underneath my clothes, he whispered “You are here for my pleasure, only. I will use you in any way it pleases ME”…
I couldn’t find my voice, so I just nodded.

-“Pour me three fingers of scotch, then come sit on my lap”

I was siting on his lap, he was drinking and caressing my legs, I don’t know whether consciously, or unconsciously but he was getting closer and closer to my…

ANYWAY…His drink was gone and he was focusing on my cleavage now. He motions to stand up. I stand and he guides me to the bed. At the edge of the bed he touches my shoulder and pushes me down softly. I understand. I get on my knees, he presents his cock to me and I start sucking. Brian is enjoying his blowjob, he starts thrusting into my mouth, he grabs the back of my head and pushes his cock further into my throat… I gag. He retreats, I catch my breath… he does it again…I am not sure I’m enjoying this; it seems a little too aggressive, and he doesn’t seem care. All of a sudden, I feel it. I FEEL IT! He’s sword fighting my tonsils!!! WTF! Tears are pouring out of my eyes, yet, I am not sure I’m hating this experience either, and as his breathing becomes ragged and more intense, as he pulls my head back and forth and shamelessly, selfishly and deviantly fucks me, I am becoming more and more aroused…

Master B decides he doesn’t want to come in my mouth. He grabs my elbows and pulls me up. He sets me on the bed, and laying on my stomach. He restrains my ankles and my wrists, and feels my wetness with his fingers. Here’s when the fun really begins…

Master has an array of toys he likes to use. different types of vibrators and plugs, and I get to feel every one of them, different positions and of course, different places,… and, OH!!! he likes different settings. Master, definitely likes variety.

Master B is ready to fuck me… and he does. He fucks me Doggie Style, he definitely likes my ass. He likes it because he has control. He gets to pull my hair, which he did, and I love it when he bites my neck! Master is holding my hips, he sets the rhythm, sometimes long deep thrusts, other fast and shallow, I am his. He knows this, and he uses me.

I can feel Master tense inside of me, and I can tell he is ready, that thought alone is enough to release the orgasm I had been holding and we climax together.

I feel his release, and it brings a new wave of orgasms for me. We both collapse on the bed, and while I can no longer stay in character; I am back to Amber. I haven’t had a kiss in our whole session, and I feel vulnerable in the way that I don’t like; I need affection, a gentle touch? I don’t know…Fortunately, he felt it too. He held me close, he kissed me and I felt safe. A very new and interesting experience for both, Lana and Amber.

Master B meets Lana

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Amber and I were texting one evening early in our affair. We were discussing anal sex. At this point, I had massaged her sphincter and even inserted my finger while we were enjoying vaginal intercourse. Amber confessed that she was excited by the anal play and that it heightened her orgasm (well duh) but she was fearful of trying anal intercourse. We also talked about deep throat and gag fucking. She was being elusive about both. That evening it occurred to me that Amber had a fear of failure.
In her professional life, Amber is most always in control and failure is a sign of weakness to her. She was having a tough time venturing outside of her comfort zone because she feared failure. I offered to her that she could take on an alter ego that would try these new things. And since I have myself been fantasizing of being a Dom, I suggested she be my submissive for a role playing season.
We needed a name for My new sub, I thought it would be generous to allow Amber to choose the name that her alter ego would answer to. I offered the simple single letter or calling her by a number as if she were inventorial property. She did not warm to either of those and asked that I choose a name for my sub. I mulled it over a bit and offered Lana. Amber liked that and so my sub would be called anal spelled backward. I liked where this was going.
After a couple of weeks of online training sessions, Mistress Amber sent Lana to the door of Master B.
I had not been home from work very long when Lana presented herself at the door. She was dressed alluring, but tasteful. Her breast were prominently on display and she worn a loose mini skirt so that Master had easy access to her tight little ass. Master B. had Lana stand while he inspected her wares. He removed a breast from her bra and tugged on the nipple until it was stiff and erect. Very nice. He turned Lana around and had her bend and lift her skirt to her hips. He squeezed her firm ass cheeks then ran His fingernails up the back of her thigh. A slight whelp lingered in the trail. He grabbed her ass hard digging His nails into her flesh. A slight whimper escaped from Lana’s throat. He released and slapped her ass hard. A gasp followed by what could be best described as a purr. Okay, Amber was totally into the Lana character.
Master B instructed Lana to pour Him 3 fingers of Bourbon (she has tiny fingers) and to add 2 ice cubes while He retreated to the armchair. When she arrived with His drink, she was instructed to sit on the floor in front of His chair. She was told to remove His shoes which she did as He sipped on His bourbon.
Master required a bath. Lana was instructed to go draw a bath for Master B. She obliged while He enjoyed His drink. With the bath ready, Lana undressed her Master and led Him to the waiting tub of warm water. Once He was seated in the bath, Lana positioned herself on the edge of the tub and washed her Master’s body. Front and back, neck to knees. Master was pleased by the attention. Lana had earned a pleasure award. With the bath complete and Master toweled dry, Lana knelt before Him and awaited His next instruction.
That next instruction was for Lana to suck Master’s cock until it was hard. With a hard cock, Master stood, took Lana’s head in His hands and forced His cock deep down her throat. He pumped his cock in her throat until she gagged. He pulled out and allowed her to catch her breath. Then He forced it down again. She would gag, and He would withdraw. His cock was glistening with her saliva. He stood her up and guided her to the edge of the bed.
Forcing her to bend over the bed, Master B lifted Lana’s skirt. Her slim hips and pretty little asshole had Him on fire. He wanted to unload in that ass. Lubricated with her saliva, His cock head entered her ass easily. But as he glides in, she screams in pain. I pull out quickly. Too soon and too fast. Even a sub deserves respect. Next time I will prepare her ass for an insertion. No load in her ass tonight, but still a very rewarding evening. We will be doing this role play again.

A Chair with a View

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Amber gives a pretty good description of the events that day, from her perspective.
What we should always remember is that what we sense and perceive is based on our knowledge and experiences. Not the knowledge and experience of the person we are with.

At this point in our affair I had not shared with Amber that I was, many years ago, involved in an accident that left me with permanent nerve damage down the right side of my body. That nerve damage has rendered my penis almost numb. Benefit for the ladies that can withstand a 90 minute pounding, but a frustration for me. Visual stimulation helps me to achieve my climax sooner. Tactile stimulation alone will not get me done. I require visual to compliment the experience if I am to realize my orgasm.

So, I am sitting on the couch. Amber is straddling my lap and riding me in a reverse cowgirl standing position. But my view is her hair, her dress and more of her dress. Now I love her hair and the way she plays with it during intercourse. But that is not the visual that I need to stay in the game. Good thing Amber tips the scales south of 100#, I stood up with her still engaged and moved her to a chair. Frankly, I believe this is the first time a man moved her physically during intercourse.

Once at the chair, I had the most wonderful view a man could hope for. Her slim hips and tiny little ass look so hot when she is on her knees. I had a great view of my cock pumping her pussy. My word, this was just what I needed! It may seem odd to some of you, but as I was fucking her that way, I looked at her asshole and thought, “that is the prettiest asshole I have ever seen”.

Amber and I had not discussed anal sex at this point in our affair. She had said that she was so inexperienced that she did not know her limits. But I knew anal was a big taboo for most women. Yet I looked at that butthole and fantasized about having my cock in it. I suddenly realized that this woman was not just hot, but she was on fire. The thought of using her to my ends plus the visual of her on her knees and my cock pumping her pussy was just what I needed. I was very vocal as I reached my climax.

Out of breath and feeling very satisfied, I lead Amber to the bed. We cuddled and I enjoyed some post-orgasmic sleep. Not much sleep, I had this beautiful sexy woman cuddled next to me. What the heck was I doing sleeping? I kissed her. Wow what a wonderful kisser Amber is. My hand wondered down to her soaking wet pussy and I could not resist fingering her to another orgasm or three. A pussy loaded with cum is so much fun to play with. It reminds me of my childhood and running through the puddles after a heavy rain.  My adult version of “Playing in the Puddles”.

So goes my side of the story.

I have to tell you all that at this point in our affair, I am hooked on this inexperienced, totally open minded young lady. A dream come true.