4 comments/ 53782 views/ 8 favorites Dirty Talk By: lukeawicked1 I'm giving you a back rub. All slow and gentle. You're in-between my legs sitting up on the bed. As usual I can't help but let my fingers run over your nipples every now and again. I love the feel of your body underneath my fingers and I know I can do this for ages. And I know you will let me. As one of my fingers brushes against your nipple you let out a gasp and I know you're starting to get turned on. I can imagine how wet your pussy must be getting. I love turning you on. There's nothing that turns me on more than turning you on. Today I'm feeling particularly dirty. I want you so much. But I also want you on my own terms. I'm going to be in power for the whole of the time. You're going to do exactly what I want and you're going to love it. Again my finger brushes over your nipple and you squirm and let out another gasp. You try and turn your head round to kiss me but I won't let you. I hold your head forward and you struggle for a moment but then realise that there's no point fighting and stop. I take up my dressing gown cord and pull it up onto the bed. I hope you haven't noticed what I'm doing and I'm pretty sure you don't. Pushing you forward reasonably forcefully I grab your arms and pull them back. Taking the cord again I quickly tie your arms together high up just above your elbows. I know that in this position you can't touch me at all. I think for a moment about blindfolding you too but I realise that I want to be able to look you in the eye when I do stuff to you. I want you to be able to see what I'm doing to you. Once your arms are tied, I let you fall back again and I continue to flick your nipples. Licking my finger and rubbing it all over your nipple. I know you love it when I do that to you and it shows by your heavier breathing. I pull the duvet off you and stare at your beautiful body. Never have I been as physically attracted to anyone as I am to you. And every time I see your body I'm amazed that I'm going out with you. I move from behind you and let you fall back on your tied arms. As I stand I see you looking at my cock. It's looking bigger than usual and you can't take your eyes off it. I look you in the eyes and ask, "You want it?" You just nod but I want more than that and I reply, "Tell me, tell me how much you want it. And if you do I might consider letting you have it.....for a price." "I want it more than anything else. Please put it in me. I want you to fill me up." "You'll get it soon enough. I've got things to do to you first." With that I move down your body and pull your legs apart so I can stare at your pussy. You're soooo wet and I can't take my eyes off it. I slowly put my hands down to it and slide one finger in. You gasp loader than you have done yet and so I put another finger in too. With that you start moving your hips against me. I'm not having you cum yet and so I quickly slip my fingers back out. You moan with desperation and say to me, "please put them back in. Please!" I just shake my head and looking again at your pussy I pull apart your lips and look at the pinkness inside. I can practically see the wetness coming out and your clit is sticking up too. I gently rub it with one finger and you moan again. I know now that you're mine to do with as I wish. "Stand up!" I order. You look at me confused so I say it again, "stand up or I'll stop and just wank off in your face." With that you struggle to your feet and stand by the bed. I stand up too and facing you lean in to kiss you. You move forward hungrily and kiss me passionately on the lips. I kiss you back just as passionately and I know that I cant wait to fuck you. But I still have more plans first. "On your knees now!!!!" I order you again. Again you look at me puzzled and so I say it again. "on your knees now....I want you to be a filthy little girl and get on your knees. Do it NOW!" With that you almost fall on the floor. You know what I want and quickly take my cock in your wonderful mouth. Moving your head backwards and forwards, taking almost all my cock in you is an amazing sight. Especially with your hands tied behind your back. I take hold of your hair, wrapping a handful around my hand so I have a good grip. I then start moving your head at the speed that I want. Making you take even more of my cock in your mouth. "Do you like that? Do you like my cock in your mouth?" I move your head away so you can answer. "Yes.....you're so big....please fuck me." "Not until you've sucked me properly.....you'll do what I want when I want." With that I push your head forward again and you take me in your mouth once more. After a while I've had enough. Any more and I'll be coming far too soon. I pull you up again by your hair, still wrapped in my hand, and push you forward over the bed. As soon as you lean over I plunge my cock all the way into you from behind and then just as quickly pull it all the way back out again. You moan really loudly and almost scream at me, "fuck me Luke....fuck me now." "shut up....I'll do what I want when I want." Letting go of our hair I leave you bending forward over the bed and tell you not to move. Going to the draw I get the vibrator. You haven't seen what I've got and I cant wait to plunge it into your pussy. I lean into your ear and whisper in it, "Are you a filthy little girl?.....are you my filthy little girl? Will you do anything to please me?" "Yes. I'm a filthy little girl. Please make me cum." You reply. "ok. I will. But I want you to tell me how filthy you are as I make you cum. If you don't I'll stop." "yes yes yes. I'll do ANYTHING.....just let me cum. Please." I go back round the back of you. I can see you pussy all red and wet. I know that it needs a good fucking and it's hard to stop myself but I want to fuck you with the vibrator first. I want to see you take it all in you from behind. I slowly push it into you and you moan and push your ass back into it. Taking more of it in. it was about halfway in your when I turn it on and when the vibrations start, you start moaning louder than ever. I push the rest of it in you and then slowly start fucking you. It's the best view I've ever had and I'm loving it. I move my other hand round the front of you and start rubbing your clit. With that you start to cum almost immediately. Bucking yourself back into the vibrator and yelling at me not to stop, "don't stop Luke. Don't you dare. You're making your filthy little girl cum. I love cumming. And I love your cock. You had better fuck me with it after you've done this.you can have me in any position. I'm your dirty little girl and I love it.....fuck ME!" With that I ram the vibrator as hard as I can into you and you finish your massive orgasm. Now its my turn.....I pull the vibrator out and roll you over onto your back.....opening your legs I quickly push my cock into you....I know I'm not gonna last long....I'm so horny and your dirty talk has really done it for me. You're looking at me with the loveliest eyes that I've ever seen.....staring you straight in the face I tell you, "I'm gonna cum!!!" I start to fuck you faster and you start to say "go on Luke...fuck me, cum inside me!" and suddenly I cum deep inside you. Dirty Talk I love dirty talk. It is a super aphrodisiac for me. When a man whispers nasty things in my ear I get all hot and bothered. He can take me from a standing start to full speed in nothing flat, leaving a streak of metaphorical rubber smoking on the metaphorical pavement. I think a man likes to know he can do that to a woman with just his words. It gives him power over her. When I tell a man how this works for me I give him that power. He likes that, and so do I. He gains the ability to affect my arousal and I gain the pleasure of that arousal. He can push me fast along the path to an orgasm or push me right over the edge when I get stuck on that path. For example, a partner once did it to me when he was fucking me and I couldn't quite get there. He saw my problem and grinned at me. Then he whispered in my ear, "Look, you filthy cunt. If you don't come right now I'm going to quit trying and pull out. I'll jerk myself off while sitting on your belly and shoot my jism right into your face. You'll be drenched in my smelly, gooey cum. And then I will wash it off by pissing on your face." I was well into a crashing orgasm before he got to the pissing part, and that moved me along to a nice second, smaller one. I was so turned on that when he recovered I asked him to fuck me again and do to me what he had described. He readily agreed. We did it in the bathroom. He fucked me from behind as I leaned on the sink. As he fucked me he returned to his dirty talk. He called me his little cum slut, his piss drinking pervert. He described what he was going to do to me when he came. He reached under me and squeezed my breasts painfully, and pinched and twisted my swollen nipples. He made me moan and wince, knowing that the pain was another turn-on for me. When he was ready to come he warned me and I spun around and dropped to my knees before him, my hands on his thighs. He shot his cum into my upturned, open-mouthed face -- spurt after spurt of his white semen. It felt so exciting I came right then without any other stimulation. Toward the end of my orgasm I took his drooling cock in my mouth. Staring up into his eyes I sucked our juices down my throat. His super sensitive prick twitched in my mouth as I sucked, making me chuckle. When his cock softened enough for him to pee, he moved me into the tub keeping our same relative positions. As I knelt before him, he emptied his bladder, shooting his hot, surprisingly sweet piss all over me, concentrating on my face, my open mouth, and my breasts. I rubbed my clit furiously until I came again, hunching over with the force of my climax. That was the first time anyone had pissed on me, and the first time I ever drank pee. Now I'm hooked. I emailed this story to a friend who long ago discovered the power of his words over me. He often "forced" me to masturbate by telling me erotic stories. He would laugh when I complained, tongue deep in my cheek, that he was not fair. So I decided to give the gander what he had given the goose. This was my cover note: Rob, I would be very, very pleased (and turned on) to know that you pumped your cock while reading this story. Why not print out my picture and look at my image as you read and jerk off. Picture your fresh cum splashing onto my breasts in large globs and running streams. Watch some of it slide downward, reaching the bottom slopes of my breasts where it dangles like a growing icicle for a moment before dropping onto my thighs. See me take my fingers and scoop up a big glob and slowly bring it to my mouth, smear it on my outstretched tongue, and swallow. I do this again and again, until the cum is mostly gone, leaving me with only sperm smears that dry slowly on my skin. I will leave it there on my skin and get dressed and go about my day, wondering if others can smell the aroma of your sperm on me. I know I can and it will keep me wet all day. Your personal tease and jerk off partner, Susan Dirty Talk Hank and Dolores had been married for some years. They were a loving couple who liked to acted out 'cum hither' and 'cum wither' and if not, 'cum nether' role playing. Sometimes heard in the apartments nearby, they were quite good at it according to their neighbors. Pleasure was given for both sides to enjoy. "Get over here you wench!" said Hank. "Don't talk to me like that!" said Dolores. "I'm not in the mood for any hank-y panky tonight." "I'll just have to put you in the mood you filthy whore. Get on your knees and suck my dick right now," said Hank. Dolores was getting aroused but didn't like the use of the word 'whore.' "If I put that ugly dick in my mouth, will you leave me alone then?" Dolores had two great big tits still erect for her age, loved to tease, talk filthy and play dirty. Her tits held a secret stupefying, majestic powers over men, resulting in a lot of gain, excuse the pun. She had shoulder length reddish brown hair, a curvy voluptuous body and a great round ass besides. "You're such a fucking wench, Dolores, in spite of those awesome, stellar, amazing papayas. Quit trying to pretend you're a lady. Everyone knows you better than that. You ate my waffles this morning, now get over here so I can eat all of your pussy for breakfast," said Hank. Dolores loved that Hank still thought of her as his minx. "You're not eating my pussy. I wouldn't touch you with a ten-foot pole if you paid me a million dollars." Hank loved that Dolores was still his little vixen. She was mischievous but intelligent, flirtatious and a sometime a freak in bed if she wanted to. In reality, she was Hank's little sex kitten. Dolores loved sex. She could be a little kinky which he liked especially if she drank too much. But, moreover, still after all these years, he still loved giving her orgasms and hearing her 'squeal' more than anything else. "Well, maybe my bucket needs some filling, Hank, you horney man you prick," said Dolores. "What would you like me to do? Get on my knees and give you a blowjob instead? Well, that's not going to happen tonight and that's all there's to it," said Dolores. Dolores started fondling her breasts. Her nipples began to harden and she stuck a hand down her pants. "Hmmmm, that feels good. Bet you would like some of that," said Dolores. Dolores took off the pants and stood there in a pair of lacy black underwear and heels. Her tits showed through the red blouse she was wearing. She unbuttoned her blouse. Her cleavage looked so voluptuous in her see-through bra. "Get over here you fucking minx. I'm going to eat your pussy till you're hot and ready for my cock," Hank said. "Oops," she said as she spilled a little wine down her chest between her tits. "Let me clean that up." Dolores bent over with her firm ass shouting at Hank beckoning him to come and fuck her. "Hey baby, do yah want to see me do a little fucking dance?" "More, more, more," you'll be whimpering soon Dolores. "Just keep it up! What in the fuck are you waiting for?" "I don't give a fuck," Dolores whispered. "Why don't you go outside and play hide & seek with yourself." She lied down on the couch with her legs wide open giving Hank a view of her wet, moisture drenched and welcoming pussy. As she spread her legs, Dolores became knew she was becoming aroused looking at Hank sexually. Hank unzipped his pants as they dropped to the floor and stepped out of them. Dolores had seen his cock a million times and she was still excited. She looked at it as it bobbed a little to the left. She loved its size, its thickness, its firmness and how it summoned her pussy regularly. Hank looked at Dolores with a big hard-on. Before he stuck it in her, he was going to make her beg for it and experiment with every part of her body and orifices. "Like my colossal alluring cock, Dolores? It's the best G-damn thing you've ever seen, isn't it? You may call my big, ripe, juicy, succulent and luscious cock, Mr. Johnson in the future," said Hank thanking Dolores. "Get over here and lick my fuckin' pussy," Dolores signaled. "I'm not going to stay this dripping forever." Hank loved to suck Dolores' pussy. He loved her reddish curly bush and everything that surrounded him sucking her luscious and delicious pussy. Hank went over to Dolores and got on his knees. He pulled her panties entangled in her clit and started rubbing it softly as she moaned with pleasure. He put his finger inside of her some more and smoothed it around her pussy walls in circles. Her labia became reddened engaging more attention. Hank pulled her panties off and put them around his neck after a scent her aroma. Hank went down on her, smelling her perfume and dipping his tongue into her deeply wanton twat. He spread her thighs further apart and licked his way down and up back to her pussy. "How's your cunt feeling now, honey? Still want to talk nasty to me you little minx? Your fucking cunt tastes so good, I may never stop tonight." To Hank, the cunt was the best part of the body to visit and revisit over and over again. Some men don't like to eat a woman but that was Hank's favorite thing to do. He thought if you can't eat your woman, then give it up 'cuz she won't ever enjoy sex as much as she can and suck your cock wildly, riotously or outrageously in the madness of her euphoria. Dolores' cunt was still tight like a virgin chick and had a vice grip clamping onto his tongue making him harder. As his cock became redder and bigger, he knew he was satisfying Dolores. It was the best g-damn feeling in the world. What wimp's men are who don't enjoy this blessed treasure? Hank's confidence became stronger and eating her became more attentive and mindful. He was tongue-fucking her, pleasing her and bringing her to ecstasy. It was an enjoyable act for Hank. After one good cocksucking trip, Dolores would be ready for him. Dolores was moaning so loud, all the neighbors could hear her now. "Fucking asshole. Get you face out of there." At that moment, she came loud and clear, spasming in Hank's face and sighing with relief. Dolores sat up and looked at Hank. Her eyes were blurred but she knew what she wanted. "Can I suck your cock now you bastard?" she asked. "You cunt," Frank said. "Take me in your mouth heartily you vixen slut you." "Stand up and put that one-eyed snake in this wench's mouth. I want to deep-throat you," Dolores said. Dolores nuzzled her face between Hank's legs sucking his balls first. Absorbing his dick deep in her mouth, she sucked till Hank was about to burst. She teased him daintily while he was about to cum and then withdrew her mouth from his cock. Grabbing it forcefully, she stroked his cock anchor with her hand and teasing the head with her hot tongue. Hank thrust urgently into her mouth in a vigorous, dynamic fucking action causing her to gag as he was close to orgasm. Swallow, you little wench." "Fuck you, Hank. Not so fast. No, no, no! I have a sodden wet cunt in the offing for you. You little bushwhacker, you!" said Dolores. Dolores loved it when she rubbed his cock inside her pussy. Her pussy was on fire. As Hank entered her, she grabbed hold of his dick and guided it in. "Fuck me baby. Fuck me, Hank. Fuck me hard, fuck me deep, fuck your wench till she's sightless," Dolores cried. "Aren't I the lucky man tonight, you little thrustwhore," as he shoved his giant male cock unfathomably into her endless hole as she screamed with fascination. Hank's testicles were slapping between her thighs briskly. Dangling with a full load, they felt like they were ready to explode. It began to feel like a testie blowout session. "Here I cum, you bitch," as he riveted her entire aching, eager pussy. His balls felt tortured and she kept squeezing him tighter. He could feel her g-spot starting to throb and he knew it was time for her to orgasm. With one forceful jolt, he potently came, his balls finally released from Dolores' entrapment, as he moaned with fervor and complete satisfaction. "You're such a whorey minx, Dolores," said Hank. "Absofuckinlutely. That was infuckingly incredible," sighed Dolores in relief. *** "Next time, we'll dress up like real pirates and wenches, you dreamy pusswacker!" said Dolores. She went into the kitchen to start dinner and Hank picked up his newspaper. Dirty Talk I had had to wait 2 months for my second ever fetish night and I simply couldn't wait. I was also a little cautious - having had one of the wildest nights of my life the previous time, I couldn't see how this next one could possibly live up to it. Actually, I was right to be cautious. While my trusty friends were there, the two fantastic couples who we'd all so enjoyed playing with (and who'd had all the equipment) were nowhere to be seen. But it didn't shape up as too bad a night. We had some good exhibitionist fun on a big bed in a cage in the main dungeon area. Being whipped with my friend's new assortment of whips whilst having my brains fucked out by her husband is always going to be absolutely fantastic. Being called into the cage to play with a beautiful rope-tied girl was also a sweet experience. On top of that, there were odd bits of interesting watching to be done. I'd not seen people play with electricity before and hearing static charges coming off a naked woman's skin at the merest touch was intriguing enough. But none of these things are what I want to write about today. If that disappoints you, make a special request to me and I may reconsider. What I want to write about is my most surprising and most titillating experience of the night. Fun had been had and time was ticking by. Two o'clock came and went and I half settled on a final glass of wine and an early get away. My husband (who'd not been wanting to miss the excitement this time) and I were standing watching an attractive younger couple fucking vigorously against a table. As ever in settings where single men are present and there is no physical barrier, they were surrounded by a handful of guys, all with their cocks out, all wanking away in the vain hope they may get in on the action. It never happens. Some of these guys are of questionable quality (I know it was a "High Seas" theme, but what WAS the guy with a mackerel fisher hat thinking of???). However, there was one guy I had been eyeing up all night. Mid-thirties, just tone enough, with a bit of a rugged look to him. Not many guys can pull of a tight latex top without looking camp, especially if it's got the word "slut" written on it. He managed just fine. As the couple finished fucking, he drifted over in our direction. This was looking like a good opportunity. I had decided to go risqué on the outfit front that night: black boots, fishnets, split crotch panties and otherwise nothing more than a black gauze shoulder throw which I'd tied at the back, no bra. Not only did it show off my beloved new Cherry Blossom Tattoo, it also showed off my breasts fairly favourably. As my husband put it, any breasts hinted at under black gauze are going to be a pleasurable sight. It certainly seemed to work for slut guy - or perhaps like me he was just keen on seizing a final opportunity of the night. "You have lovely breasts!" he said and moved alongside me. I nodded to encourage him to touch, something he was already on his way to doing. He still had his other hand on his cock - a self-evident gesture, wearing a kilt as he was. My hand joined his and I said: "And you have a nice cock!" Actually he did have a rather nice cock. Not quite my friend's belly-wrenching monster, but beautifully thick and a perfect length. I added: "And I could really do with a final fuck for the night." I'm not always so outspoken - I wish I was. In this instance, I really was still very, very horny. Rope-girl's partner had had some erection issues and ended up just working my clit with vibrator, whilst she was being vigorously serviced by my darling husband (good for him!). My session with my friends was more than two hours ago, I had not cum all night and I just needed to fuck! Any nice fuck would have done but I really fancied this guy. So when did I know that this was going to be a good one? Well, it was at precisely this moment: "So do you want me to fuck you like a good girl or like a bad girl?" I smiled, pleased. There could only be one answer to this. "Like a bad girl." I said, my voice a few notches lower than usual, drawing out the delicious little word "bad". Oh, don't I ever love it. "And your partner, he's going to watch?" I looked my husband in the eye. We understood each other. I nodded to slut guy. Half a minute later he had discarded his kilt and I what little I was wearing, other than the fishnets, and we found ourselves in my favourite location of the night: the exhibitionist cage. I did the first thing, I will always do when I play like a bad girl. I dropped to my knees, folded my hands behind my back and popped his cock into my mouth. It WAS a nice cock. I looked up into his eyes. "Mmm, you're a proper little porn star." I smiled internally and sent a fond thought to the one who'd taught me just that. I ran my lips along the shaft to moisten the cock in front of me, sliding my head up and down, slowly at first, then faster, never breaking eye contact. "I want you to take me really deep", he said. I made an affirmative noise. "When you do that, do you gag?" That question brought another affirmation from me. "When you gag, I don't want you to hold back or swallow, I want you to spit right here on my cock.Ok?" Affirmative again. I started to work him more deeply, taking his beautiful fat cock right to the back of my throat. I knew he'd be perfect, any thicker and I couldn't have taken him that deep. I love to gag on a cock. When I did it first, I couldn't get over the fact that I actually liked it, the sheer physicality of it, the way it makes my eyes water and my make-up run until I look like some wild thing. He hit the back of my throat hard and I felt the muscles there start to contract around him. My eyes screwed themselves shut, but I continued, I kept working through it. And again. My stomach heaved and I started to taste the acidity of the wine flushing back into my mouth. I pulled away and swallowed. Yes, I will spit that rich thick, deep throat saliva over you, but anything else - no. I kept working hard, unpleasant acidic taste now filling my mouth. Does that appal you? It doesn't trouble me, all part of the deliciously filthy, earthy experience. I looked up at him again. "Ah, it's making your eyes water." He smiled at me. "I wished I'd met you earlier tonight. I could have taken you around the club and made you suck every cock, cunt and arse around here. You'd love that wouldn't you, you little whore?" "Mmmm", I hummed, with his cock back in my throat. I was adoring his filthy talk. Sometimes it's like I wait for somebody to see through me, pull me up on the entirety of my outrageous, greedy, filthy nature. It's a bigger turn on than any physical act could ever be. I pulled up a long way and brought my head back down on him with a swift rotation. He moaned. Pull up, drop and rotate. Pull up, drop, rotate. On each pull up, I just fractionally resisted with my teeth. I kept working, speeding up until he was hitting the back of my throat hard again. I could start to feel it tightening again. My stomach heaved, I pulled away swiftly and swallowed. "No, don't swallow, I want you to spit it on my cock." I shook my head, making non affirmative noises this time. I caught my breath and looked at him. He reached for my hand. "Get up!" We stood facing each other. He looked at me and said: "I'm going to ask you three questions and I only want you to answer with yes or no." I nodded. "Do you want me to fuck your pussy?" "Yes!" "Do you want me to fuck your arse?" My eyes fractionally widened. "Yes!!!" God, why don't they always ask that?! "Do you want me to use a condom?" "Yes." "Get on your knees." I located myself on the bed and held on to the wrought iron head board. Through the cage bars I could see the people who had assembled around us. But I had little time to look, as he'd already put on a condom and pushed into me with one swift stroke, holding on to my hips. He started fucking my pussy with good, strong strokes, sending me moaning loudly, holding on to the bed frame. He pushed into me and held his cock deep. "So you want me to fuck your arse?" "Yes!" "While your man is watching?" "Yes." "I think, he needs to hear that, don't you?" "Yes." A wave of that peculiarly pleasurable shame washed over me. I wondered what was coming. "I want you to say: I want you to fuck my arse!" "I want you to fuck my arse", I said, still half out of breath. "Louder, or he's not going to hear it, is he?" "I want you to fuck my arse!" I said a little more clearly now. "Louder!!!" "I want you to fuck my arse!!!" I shouted, so that the rest of the dungeon would hear me quite clearly. He pulled out, brought his hand down to my wet pussy and smeared my copious juices over my arse. He took hold of his cock and started pushing against my tight opening. "Easy!" I whispered. "What, too much for you?" "No, just slow to start." He pushed more. "Easy, easy..." I pleaded quietly. "You will get what you're given!" he responded, but slowed it down all the same, as is cock nudged its way deeper and deeper into my arse. Eventually he settle into me to the hilt and started moving against me. "Get down all the way", he ordered. He pushed my head down, leaving my arse stuck high in the air and my face pressed into the bed. Then he started fucking my arse in earnest. "Stroke your clit!" Well, that was a novel order to me, but one I loved to comply with. He thundered into my arse, as I was now screaming with pleasure. Few people ever fuck my arse as hard as I like it and as hard as I need for my brain to go spinning. He pulled out, spun me over and changed condoms, all in much of one smooth movement. "Hold the corners of the bed!" I stretched out my arms to leave me strangely spread-eagled, as he reinvaded my pussy. I was thrilled now, he'd taken me exactly to where I wanted to be. I stared at him, ecstatic, wild-eyed, provocative. He looked back at me. Smack! His hand connected with my face - just tentatively. I nodded encouragingly. "You like that?" "Yes!!" Smack! He thrust into me hard, barely interrupting his rhythm to smack my face. I moaned, clutched on to the bed, lifted my head towards him, keeping contact with his eyes. Smack! His hand connected and droplet of saliva landed on my face. He had spat at me! My instinct was to spit back, but he was too much of an unknown quantity for that. He got off me and lay down on his back. "Come sit on me!" I thought he meant for me to ride him, but as I moved to do that he gestured for me to sit further down, clamping his thighs and stroking his cock. We smiled at each other as I stroked his cock. "How many cocks have you had tonight?" he asked. "Three... no, four." "Let me taste all those cocks on you! Come up here!" I moved upwards to come to sit on his face. As I did so, I could feel him stroking his cock behind me. I ground my crotch down into his face, rubbing my clit against his lips. It didn't take him long to cum and for droplets of his warm cum hit my back. I climbed down from his face and lay down next to him. "Right", he said, "now I can be nice to you." I propped my face up on my elbow and smiled. "Actually, I rather liked you being nasty to me." He looked at me quizzically and asked: "Where are you from?" "Germany originally", I answered. "Warum hast Du das nicht gleicht gesagt? Haette ich gewusst, dass Du aus Deutschland kommst, haetten wir auch Deutsch sprechen koennen!" Epilogue Back in the car I settled into the passenger seat. It was 3 in the morning and it had been a pretty successful night. Sure, I hadn't been tied to a post and been pleasured and hurt by half a dozen people, but it would be more than a little greedy to expect that every time. Just one thing was still niggling me - the lack of an orgasm. Whilst I can cum pretty easily by myself or with a dedicated, familiar lover, in more complex or novel scenarios there is usually too much going on for me to even try. Add even a pinch of performance anxiety and you may as well forget about my orgasm. So I don't stress about it, but at the end of a big turn on night, I appreciate some kind of conclusion. So I did what I frequently do on the drive home from a club: I placed my feet on the dash board, grabbed my trusty bottle of lube and started stroking my clit. I let my mind drift off to words, sounds and images of the night. Still, I was struggling a little - caught somewhere between tiredness and the urge to cum. So I decided to talk to my husband. "Was I bad tonight?" He grinned. "Yes, you were a very good bad girl!" "Did you hear what the guy said to me?" I asked, eyes closed, fingers still strumming away on my clit. "I think the whole room dungeon heard that!" he answered with mock outrage in his voice. "Were you appalled?" I was a little more breathless now. Talking to him was just giving me the edge I needed. "I was disgusted to have such a dirty slut for a wife!" "I'm sorry!" I said in a tone of faked embarrassment. "He said if he'd met me earlier, he would have taken me around the club and made me suck every single cock, cunt and arse in sight." "You would have loved that, wouldn't you, you dirty little cunt?" "Yes!" I groaned under the building pressure in my cunt and just as we pulled up by a traffic light next to a lorry. I closed my thighs for a moment and checked whether the driver was looking down my way. All safe! As we pulled away, my fingers resumed their busy work. I closed my eyes again. "What would YOU have got me to do?" "Hmmm", he said, "I would have taken you around and shown everybody exactly what kind of greedy whore my wife is. I would have shown them all your greedy sopping cunt and arsehole and asked them to probe it however they liked!" I was quite far gone now. I grabbed the bottle of lube, shoved it up my pussy and stroked my clit for all it was worth. I was building, building and building, fingers getting faster still. I hovered on the brink until a fierce contraction ripped through me. I groaned out loud, my body buckled for a few seconds and then came to rest heavily in my seat. "Good girl!" "Ah....Thank you!" I said through a light-headed haze. He was silent for a few seconds. Then I heard the sound of his zip being pulled down. "See what you've done to me now, you dirty cunt?" He took my hand and placed it on his hard cock - it was dripping in precum. I started stroking him gently, as we hit the motorway and continued our journey home. I kept working him lightly and we recounted the night's events, what had turned us on, bemused us, what had been lacking. "At this rate, we're going to have to pull of at the next services and fuck!" I chuckled. He groaned under a particularly nifty manipulation of the edge of his glans. Don't I ever know how to make him jump. "At this rate, I don't know if we're going to make it that far!" he replied. I eased off a little and it wasn't much longer until the exit to the service station was in sight. We pulled off and onto the car park. Bad plan! The car park was quite brightly lit and covered in a smattering of lorries that had pulled up there for the night. This wasn't going to work out. We pulled off the car park again, but rather than returning to the motorway, my husband turned the opposite way, towards a stretch of fairly empty countryside. A small lay-by marked the entrance to a dark field. "That'll do!" he said, as he parked the car. Seconds later he'd pulled his pants down fully, I'd whipped off my jacket and clambered across the gear stick. He slid his seat back far enough for me to fit between him and the steering wheel - just! I sighed as I slid my sopping wet, post-orgasmic pussy onto his cock. I held him tight, our bodies pressed together, and started moving up and down on his cock. He groaned beneath me. My booted legs squeezed his naked thighs and I rocked harder in the confined space. I buried my face in his neck, covering him in greedy kisses and brought me pussy down firmly on his cock. It didn't take much. He buckled below me and exploded into my cunt. I rested there breathlessly for a couple of minutes. "Let's go home!" The Headmaster's Office 04: Dirty Talk The Headmaster's Office 04: Dirty Talk "Yes, it's right there. I feel it," she moaned. "I'm going to try putting it all the way in now. Ready? One, two ...," I let out a deep moan as I got carried away with my own fantasy. Spike pressed down harder onto the bikini gusset and rotated his fingers in wide circles, stretching her lips and opening her up wider. I reached down and closed my hand over his, guiding his fingers with a pressure and motion that I know Rupali likes. "Oh Christ, Rupali. His cock just went all the way in your pussy, his balls are pressed up against you," I said, pressing Spike's fingers around her labia. "Can you feel them grinding into you?" She moaned that yes, she could feel it. "He wants to go even deeper but you've taken everything already. Now he's fucking you; long slow strokes, all the way out and then in again, all the way up to his balls. Uh ... oh ... yes ... uh huh," I grunted in time with Spike's fingers palpating her steaming vagina. "Oh, man, I think he's getting ready to cum," I started picking up the tempo with my voice as I moved Spike's fingers up to her clitoris, feeling for it myself through the bikini and then placing his fingers, first right on top of it so he knew where it was, then circling and rubbing. "He's pumping you now, Rupali. He's slamming his dick all the way in, deeper and deeper, slapping his groin against your ass as he tries to get every bit of himself inside your pussy." I could feel Rupali start to shake with the beginnings of an orgasm. Her bottom and thighs went rock hard, all the muscles along her back bunched and glistened with oil. I increased the pressure on Spike's fingers, pressing them hard into Rupali's clitoris, not circling any more but rubbing mercilessly back and forth over the top. I felt the change in her body as she came, quietly crying out for Spike to cum in her pussy. "Oh my goodness! I'm holding his balls and they're swelling in my hand," I said, bringing Spike to an imaginary orgasm to rival Rupali's real one. "He's about to cum, hold on sweetie, here it comes; he's going to pump his load into you. Oh fuck! Oh Jesus! I'm coming too. I'm coming everywhere, I just can't watch. Cum is pumping out of his balls, I'm squeezing them and it's rushing through my fingers and down his long, long cock and into you. He's bursting inside you, cumming, filling you up until you overflow. Oh, now it's running out your pussy and over his balls, over my hand. Hang on, I need to ...," I made a slurping noise – this was probably taking it too far – but I was immersed in the moment and saying what I wanted to do, maybe not what she wanted to hear, "... oh babe, it tastes divine. Sweet and salty. It's running down my chin and I'm trying to lick up every drop." Rupali's spasms tapered off and now she was just lying flat and spent. I stopped Spike's fingers and returned them to a gentle massage of her labia. "He's finished now, sweetie. He's pulling his cock out of you ... there, it's out. I'm taking him down to the water now and wash off. You just lie there and relax." The Headmaster's Office 04: Dirty Talk I had buried my face in the hollow between his neck and shoulder, timing my thrusts with the cadence of his story, straining to hold back the tide of my orgasm as each downward stroke opened me up anew, filling me with hot, hard flesh as if for the first time, slowly losing the battle as my ragged exhales began to take on volume, soft squeaks of delight at first, but now becoming louder cries of abandon that I vainly tried to stifle against the hard muscles of his shoulder. "We're over the beach now, almost safe, and with the last of my strength I take us up the face one last time. But I've lost control; I try to turn us out – and we almost make it – but we launch off the lip and take to the air, facing away from the beach at first but coming about as we fly; the nose of the board dipping and angling back down into the face. We fall from two meters above the crest, dropping with a force that would crush you, except we dive straight through the curl and round out on the swell below. The G-forces are too much; I prop my elbows to stop from crushing you, but I can't control my hips, and as we shoot out in front of the crashing wave, finally gravity wins and I slide inexorably into you." "That's the one. Thank you," I cried, finally releasing my left hand and plunging desperately downwards, engulfing four inches, five inches, six, before my tiny, punished pussy convulses with spasms again, opened mercilessly by his unyielding shaft, my lips yawning so wide and stretched so tightly around the thickest part of his cock. "Holy Jesus H. mother-fucking Christ," he cried as my burning, straining, vagina engulfed all but the last of his seven inches of iron. "What the ...." But I had no time to bring him up to speed. My orgasm was past the point of no return. Held at bay for so long I could feel it coming now, not to be turned back, not this time. My pussy was still contracting and I was powerless to move, clamped onto his pole with my muscles refusing to let go of their prize. But I didn't want to let it go, I wanted the rest of it inside me before I was finally swept away, to feel his pubis grinding into mine, to feel his full length probe my innermost depths and push beyond them, just like his girth had already stretched my gaping labia beyond their usual limits. Through clenched teeth I cried "Push!" as I arched my back and strained with arms and legs to capture that last, thickest, inch of manhood. He released my waist and closed his hands over my little bottom. Powerful muscles bunching in his arms, he obeyed my command, pushing and breaking my crushing hold on his shaft as that final, wonderful inch ploughed into my molten core. I was coming. Rocking my hips and grinding against him, moving his huge tool around inside me, trying to stretch me and touch me in every direction at once while powerful waves of ecstasy blasted though the pleasure centres of my womanhood. With three quick, powerful thrusts he pulled out of me and then rammed his shaft back home. On the last thrust I felt him swell again, his cock bulging massively inside me even though I was full beyond capacity. Cum rushed through his cock, flooding into me, bulging that huge vein on the underside of his dick. The first pump was blocked by the back wall of my pussy, mercilessly crushed against the tip of his erection. I arched back, changing the angle a little as he pumped again, this time emptying a huge, powerful stream of beautiful cum into the tight confines of my pussy, swirling back around his shaft and spilling though the junction where our pubic bones ground into each other. With every pump of his powerful cock, another load of cum emptied into me and another explosion of pleasure rocked my body, now exhausted from the orgasmic release as I slowly began to relax and soften against his hard muscles of his upper body. With his cock still deep inside me and weakly pumping a few final bursts of cum, I raised my head and drew his lips down onto mine, kissing, searching out his tongue and then twining it in mine, nibbling at his lower lip while tears ran from my eyes and I thanked him in incomprehensible, breathless sobs. He kissed back, murmuring his own gratitude, holding me tight against his body with one arm around my waist as he ran the other hand through my hair, finally breaking away from my lips and kissing along my jaw, my neck, and finally stopping with my earlobe pressed between his lips. He held me silently for a few more moments, his cock had finally stopped pumping and I could feel it begin to soften inside me, then he whispered: "And then we rode through the foam all the way to the beach. The end." We both broke into laughter. "Hmmm," I chuckled. "Weak ending. It's lucky you delivered the goods in the accompanying actions." "How long did you ...," he began, not really knowing how to say it. "You know, did you have me ... inside ..." "Pretty much the whole time," I smiled, as I reached back to retrieve the bikini bottom tucked into my bra. "It was my hand at first. You couldn't tell?" "I did think it was a pretty amazing hand-job ...," he laughed as we both slipped back in to our bathers. Changing subject, I asked "What's all that white water out there?" pointing down the beach and out to sea maybe a kilometre. "That's Wedding Cake Island," he said. "It's just a big rock formation a couple of metres above the water. Even with the small waves it's a bit of a washing machine at high tide, but it'll be really romantic later on." "Why?" I asked. "Do the seals come in and fuck? Cos girls don't really find that stuff romantic." "No, low tide is right on sunset tonight. Get it?" he said, as if that explained it. "Is low tide especially romantic for surfers?" I probed further, eyebrows knotting. "Low tide at sunset means full moon, right?" he said. Does it? How would I know? "Right ..." I said, a little dubiously. "And where does a full moon rise?" He was leading me to the answer, but I couldn't see it yet. "In the sky?" "In the east!" he explained. "And which way is the ocean in Sydney?" "East!" I yelled, excited that I had finally answered one right. "So as the sun goes down over the city, the full moon will rise over the water, and we can watch it from the rocks of Wedding Cake Island because it's low tide." He smiled, proud that I had been listening, even if I hadn't worked any of it out for myself. "How do you know all this?" "People think surfers are dumb," he said, "but if you want to be a professional surfer you need to be and amateur meteorologist and an amateur astronomer as well. And Wedding Cake is famous with surfers. It's ANZAC day in a couple of weeks and all the Coogee surf community goes out for a commemoration." "Oh," I said, disappointed. "So there'll be a lot of surfers out there later?" "Look around," he said. "The surf's terrible. There aren't any surfers here now and I don't think there will be later. Do you want to go out there?" Me, Rupali and Spike; a secluded private island and the full moon rising over the ocean: oh yes, we were going out there. I leaned in close and whispered in his ear "I want you to take me out there." His shorts now sitting comfortably for once, we left the water and went back up the beach. Rupali had put her top back on, rolled over, and smeared Reef Oil all over her front until she glowed. Her sarong covered her eyes, but a smile still curled at the corners of her mouth. Dirty Talk This story was inspired by two songs: "Dirty Talk" by Wynter Gordon and "Skip to the Good Bit" by Rizzle Kicks. Listen to the songs, read the story, and be inspired to get it on. That order of operations is not required. Enjoy! Dirty Talk and a Hitachi After being away from home during the weekend, it's good to come back to my Magic Wand waiting for me. ;) * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (4 min/mp3) * * * * *