23 comments/ 205817 views/ 33 favorites Cum in Me By: sexploration7965 We love all of the great comments you submit.. Really gets her off.. Thanks! * * * * * Click Here to listen. (3 min/mp3) * * * * * Cum In Me (Kim's Birthday) “Cum in me” Kim’s moan extended, ”yes baby, cum in me.” The little horny blonde, stretched her arse that little bit more. Allowing me greater access to her sweet hot fucking pussy. How I had longed to get my cock in her cunt. To spread her pussy lips, and push my entire length into her steamy little box. Rose, ever loving and patient Rose, was slowly inserting a finger in my arse. Kim let out another moan “My pussy is well fucked, and was made for fucking. I’d love to feel two cocks, oh ahh, yeah babe, get that cock right in there.” Lifting her little pale Singlet, I was able to rub her tits, those nipples were so hard. “Twist my nipples, harder.” Michelle was sitting back now, letting Kim slowly finger fuck her. Ronnie had disappeared into the back both with Alison and a few others, that all looked like fun. My cock was rubbing on the material of Kim’s little undies, fuck I was really loving this root. Those undies, how had they survived? They were soaked in so many different juices. My cum flowed, oooohhhhhhhh yeah, it really released good. ---- Kim’s partner, Ronnie had arranged a party for her birthday. We all met in a large hotel in town. Throughout the drinks, several of the girls kept calling for the birthday girl to strip, that Kim should get down and dirty. The lads all wanted her up on the pool table, giving us a good show. Eventually Ronnie lifted Kim’s dress enough times that we all knew what her knickers were like. Michelle had even gone so far as to pour a Sambuca over one of Kim’s tits and suck it off. That was so hot. Dave liked that idea, he got young Alison into one of the booths, poured a beer down her blouse and then proceeded to follow it with his tongue. It was not long till her top was long gone, and her skirt was trying to disappear as well. Somewhere around this time, the Landlord, old Tom, came through and made some changes to the party arrangements… Suddenly the people in the room who were not part of our group were being shuffled out to the other bars, and this snooker room was closed off as a private function… Oh they do spoil Kim and Michelle. They are such flirts and both love to groove. Now young Bruce has never been known for his shyness, but then I would never have expected the following. Up onto the back bar he jumped, and to the egging on of the barmaid and several others he started stripping to “Little Red Corvette” by Prince. Fuck, Bruce really had a bloody big Corvette in his pants. I was shocked, and not even erect, and he covered my 6 ½ inches… Danielle, our spunky bar maid had a great view, she was standing in a little 4 by 5 bar in the corner, with the back of Bruce’s knees right in her face. Every time that Bruce would shimmy or bend, his arse was right in her face. Danny took great advantage of this. Reaching out and kissing his arse, pinching his legs, even grabbing his cock every now and then. We were all in hysterics over the antics of Bruce’s strip. As the song closed Bruce did a big show of it all, ending with a big bow, with his butt facing us. Then he jumped down into the bar well with Danny. They both smiled, the dropped out of sight. This was getting all very interesting. With Bruce’s strip show over, we turned on Kim, yelling and hooting for her to mount the pool table and let the Birthday festivities roll on. She looked so hot, standing over there, half dancing but mainly grinding herself between Ronnie and Michelle. With there help Kim got up on the table. It was not long before her dress was up around her waste. The music raged, and Kim went wild. Slowly dropping the straps of her dress, letting her little singlet out to play. So light, so pale, so sheer, so fucking hot. Michelle and Ronnie both started to climb up on the table. The dress went flying, a tit appeared, a hand started to pull her knickers aside. That cute little butt! Then Ronnie started to slap Kim’s butt. Harder, and harder, and harder! Those cheeks were so red. She could not stand, slipping first to her knees, then face down on the table. Ronnie all but fell off the table all together. Luckily two of the guys, like a few of us, were right on the edge of the table watching it all so closely. Michelle sat down, lifted her skirt, revealing her bare shaven pussy, stockings and thigh high boots. Kim was drawn to her pussy, like a bear to the honey pot. She started to pull and move Michelle’s pussy lips. Then she just buried her face straight in, licking, sucking and having a great ol’ time. One of the blokes on the other side of the table positioned himself in between Kim’s thighs, and thrust his cock into her soaking pussy. Ronnie started to laugh and encouraging the bloke on. Ronnie then leant over and continued to smack Kim’s arse. Michelle just smiled and giggled at the whole show. Now you must know that Michelle is known to have the sweetest of pussies, a real delight to munch on, and our Kim was really going to town. At this point I snapped out of a trance like stated, my pants were being invaded by hands from behind, looking around I came face to face with Rose. Oh sweet loveable Rose. Rose took hold of my hard cock, it was so good to have her small and delicate hands playing with me, oh bring it on Baby. “Having fun watching the show?” All I could do was growl from the depths of my lungs. Rose may be less than half of my weight, but she could throw me when required. As much as I tried to back us away from the table, Rose held us in place. “Watch, enjoy, your in the line.” Line? Yet looking around I could see it all now. We were in a strange sexual conga. Michelle was sitting there on the pool table. Kim with her face buried so happily in Michelle’s pussy. The bloke, I think his name is Tim, giving Michelle a full service with his hard cock. Next to Tim was Ol’ Tom, with his cock out and slowly rubbing his hand up and down the shaft. Ann and Denise were next in the queue. Although the way they were kissing, I think they forgot where they were. Then there was Rosy and I, oh her hands felt so good, invigorating. My blood was running so hot and fast. Behind us were three others, but for the life of me, I have no idea what they were up so. To cap our little conga off was Ronnie, still leaning across the table and smacking Kim’s sweet arse. Over the next hour we worked our little conga down. Oh the show that went on. Ol’ Tom sure is a horny old coot. He came so fucking hard, and then the girls had such fun licking and sucking it all out. I was so lucky that Rose had taken my cock in hand, left to my own devices I would have blown my load well and truly by now. And that is how I finally got to blow my load so deep into Kim’s sweet pussy. Cum in My Kitchen I finished drying my long, red hair and turned away from my naked reflection in the full length mirror. Tonight, my lover would finally be arriving home. Before he'd left for his business trip, I'd told him I wanted him to be a bit more dominant in the bedroom. Nothing extreme, just taking the lead, giving orders. He told me he'd think about it, then had sent me a short text this morning. It had directions to greet him in a dress and no underwear. Aiden was rarely so brusque, but I was craving him, and the simple yet stern order had kept my pussy wet all day. I was aching to be filled by him. If he didn't arrive soon, I'd have to start without him. Glancing anxiously at the clock, I pulled an extremely thin, mint green dress over my naked body. The skirt landed just above my knees, and the silken material of the deep v-neck barely covered my nipples. Staring at myself in the mirror, I brushed my hands gently over my tits, causing my nipples to perk up a bit. I could see everything through this material. Aiden would not be able to resist me. I walked down the stairs to the kitchen, and put on a pot of water to boil. I stood there, day dreaming of being reunited once more with Aiden, in the way I never knew I craved until he showed me. Standing there over the steaming water, I felt my wetness begin to trickle down my leg. Before I could reach for a towel, I noticed that the water was boiling. I sighed and poured in some pasta, then grabbed a spoon and stirred. As the pasta began to soften, the noise as I stirred brought me into more daydreams of Aiden. I sighed wistfully, and turned off the heat on the stove and carried the pot to the sink and drained the now fully cooked pasta. As I was placing the empty pot on a back burner, I heard a key turn in the lock behind me. I froze and felt my body tense up in anticipation. The door to the kitchen opened and I felt the cool winter air blow into the room, causing a rush of goosebumps on my skin and the instant hardening of my barely-covered nipples. I heard the door shut and the sound of Aiden sliding off his boots. The silence was thick and charged with sexual tension already. "Hello, Noelle," he said in his soothing voice that I'd missed so much. I whirled to see Aiden standing in his socks on the rug. He was holding his winter jacket in his hands and wearing a white oxford shirt tucked into dark slacks, with a blue necktie laying crookedly on his broad chest. His brown hair was windblown, and he hadn't shaved in several days. "Hello, Aiden," I practically groaned, staring at him hungrily, and wishing he was already inside me. He laughed, hearing the tone of my voice. Draping his jacket over the back of one of the kitchen chairs, he began to walk towards me slowly. "Did my text turn you on that much?" he asked, cocking his head to one side playfully. "You have no idea," I whispered. His eyes dropped to my mostly bare chest, and he smirked at the sight of my nipples pointing straight at him through the fabric of my dress. "I think I can tell," he murmured. Unable to take it anymore, I reach out and grabbed his tie, pulling him to me. Aidan's hands tangled in my hair as I kissed him passionately. I ran my hands down his chest and around his back, pulling him closer. His hands went to my shoulders, and he pushed me back a bit. "What about the dinner you were making?" he asked, glancing at the sink where the pasta sat in a strainer. "It's reheatable, and I'm not hungry for food." I said, grabbing his face and turning it so he was looking directly into my eyes. We stared at each other, my green eyes soaking up the sight of his dark brown ones, the hot tension between us melting my muscles and pushing away the chill left from when he came in from the winter air. With a groan, he grabbed my waist and whirled me around so that I was facing the counter. He pulled me to him so that I could feel his erection pressing against my ass, and I sighed happily. He reached around and began fondling my tits as he nipped at my neck. He pinched my nipples through the thin fabric of my dress and pulled, causing me to yelp. He continued kissing me and groping me, and I felt my wetness again running down my legs. One hand began to trail down, and he brushed my hip. Without warning, he slapped my ass, hard. I cried out and he did it again, twice in quick succession. Then, as I whimpered and squirmed, Aiden pressed his hand between my shoulder blades, causing me to bend so that my torso was resting on the kitchen counter. He ran his hands down my sides and I felt him flip up my skirt. I moaned as his hands caressed my ass, then he slipped a finger lower, between my sopping wet pussy lips. "Oh, Noelle, you naughty girl," Aiden whispered. I shivered as I felt his breath tease my swollen clit, which he teased gently with one finger. I moaned and spread my legs a bit further. "Please, Aiden, please make me cum." I begged. I heard him chuckle softly. I felt his hands grab my ass cheeks and spread them. Then, I felt his tongue brush against my asshole. I jerked in surprise and cried, "Aiden, what-?!" until he started really pushing his tongue against it. I gasped and moaned. I had never had someone lick my asshole before, and it felt surprisingly amazing. Before I could gather my thoughts, Aiden moved lower, and his nose was brushing my asshole while his tongue lapped at my dripping pussy lips. He began thrusting his tongue inside, and I moaned, pushing my hips back toward his face. One of his hands reached up and began rubbing at my clit as he continued to hungrily eat out my cunt. My moaning grew louder, and I felt myself beginning to clench. "Oh, Aiden! Oh I'm about to-" I broke of with a deep, guttural cry as I found my release. My legs shook, and Aiden steadied my waist with his warm hands. Before I could catch my breath, he stood and I heard him unzip his pants. He grabbed my waist, and with one thrust, I felt his cock fill my still quivering pussy. I cried out in ecstasy as he gave a guttural groan and began fucking me. Squeezing my hips, he grunted out, "Oh fuck, Noelle." He ran his hands up and down my sides as my hands clutched the counter. He began to move faster, jolting me forward with each thrust. His hands reached around and found my tits, and pulled them out of the low neck. He pinched my nipples again and continued fucking me from behind, filling me with his hot, thick cock. There was not a moment of silence, between my cries and moans, his panting and groans, and the wet slapping sound of him repeatedly filling me. I could tell he was close, and I wanted to cum again, too. I reached down and began furiously rubbing my clit as Aiden's fucking grew harder and faster. He released one of my tits to grab a handful of my hair and pull my head back so he could bury his face in my neck. There was so much sensation, between the cool counter under my torso, one of his hands on my tits and the other in my hair, his stubble and lips on my neck, my finger on my clit, and him filling my pussy that had been aching for him for so long - and then I felt his cock jerk and heard his cry as he began to cum, and I couldn't help but go with him. I cried out as he thrust himself deep inside me and I felt his cum filling me as the waves of my own orgasm pushed it right back out around him. Finally, we were both quiet, panting, me leaning against the kitchen counter and him resting against my back, his hands gently caressing my waist. Slowly, he pulled out and I groaned at the loss of him inside me. He took my hand and led me into the living room, where he took off his pants and laid down on the couch, then pulled me down next to him. Soon, he was asleep, and I felt myself drifting off as well, comfortable and warm, finally in his arms again. Disappointed that our reunion hadn't lasted longer, I reached back and grasped his cock and gave it a pull. He snapped to and grabbed my wrist, pinning my arms in front of me. Kissing my cheek, he whispered, "I'm going to have to teach you some patience, Noelle. Let's get some rest before then." I moaned and felt a rush of warmth between my legs, then smiled at the thought of what he might have planned to teach me. Aiden was home, and we had all the time in the world for me to learn. I could wait for the length of a nap. Cum in My Panties What a fabulously nasty and erotic idea! He read it somewhere. When he suggested it to me, I loved the idea immediately. I followed his directions to the letter. I went to the ladies room and removed my panties, pausing to rub the crotch all over my wet pussy so he could really smell me on them. I pulled my pants back on and went to the conference room where he sat reading the newspaper. I discreetly handed them to him. He put them in his pocket and went to the men’s room. Several minutes later, he found me. He handed them back to me discreetly. I returned to the ladies room and slipped off my pants. I unrolled the panties and looked at the crotch. It was coated with his thick sticky cum. I brought them to my face and breathed deeply, taking in the musky scent of his spunk. I stuck my tongue out and tasted a little. ‘Damn,’ I thought. ‘I’d love to suck his cock until he shoots this whole load down my throat!’ I slipped the panties back on. I sat down on the toilet and pressed the crotch against my pussy. I began to rub myself through the silky material, getting his cum all over my hot pink lips. ‘Jesus, this is so nasty.’ I thought. ‘And I love it! I feel like such a slut!’ In my mind, I heard his voice say, “You say that like it’s a BAD thing” and I laughed. I slipped my hand down inside my panties and began to tease my swollen clit, caressing it with my fingers and squeezing it gently between my finger and my thumb. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. I envisioned him in the men’s room, only moment’s before, bringing the crotch of my panties to his face, breathing in the sweet sexy scent of my pussy, knowing it was my desire for him that made them so wet. Did he know how badly my body ached for him? Did he have any idea how my skin tingled at the mere thought of his touch? Could he even begin to imagine how many times I had masturbated, bringing myself to the most exquisite orgasms, while fantasies of making love to him in every imaginable way played out in my head? In my mind I could see him wrap the silky material of my wet panties around his cock and begin to rub it up and down his hard shaft. Did he think about me as he masturbated? Did he imagine me watching him? Did he fantasize about sucking my hard nipples, fingering my tight asshole? Did he imagine sliding his hard dick in and out of my hot, wet cunt? Did he think of my warm, soft mouth engulfing his throbbing cock, licking and sucking him to orgasm? Does he want me half as much as I want him? I ran my fingers up and down my juicy slit, coating them with my wetness and his cum. I spread it all over my pussy. My finger found my clit again and I resumed stroking it, teasing it. My pussy was on fire! First, I pictured him watching me. Then I imagined myself, totally naked, bent over the sink as he fondled my soft breasts and fucked me from behind. I could almost feel him sliding in and out of my dripping snatch, his balls slapping against my ass as his strokes became more insistent. I could hear him panting as his orgasm approached. I could hear him moan as I squeezed his stiff cock inside me. I could hear him grunt and feel him slam into me one last time, shooting a load of hot cum inside me. I bit my lower lip to stifle the moan that was trying to escape me as a tremendous orgasm took hold of my body, causing me to tremble and whimper. I removed my hand from my panties and slowly licked my fingers, savoring the flavor of his cum mixed with mine. I stood up and straightened my clothing, washed my hands and ran my fingers through my hair. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed. ‘The healthy glow of woman who just had one hell of an orgasm.’ I thought, laughing to myself. And I wondered if anyone else would notice. I left the ladies room and returned to my workstation. He walked by my desk, leaned in and asked, “So how’s that workin’ for ya?” I gave him a wink and a sly grin in response. Who would guess, as we went on with our work, that my pussy was covered with his cum? I spent the afternoon at my computer, wriggling in my chair, enjoying our dirty little secret. Cum in Pantyhose I just arrived home this morning from a week of business travel. It never dawned on me until this afternoon, that we would be on our own this evening. You are concerned that I am tired, but I have been able to get plenty of sleep this week, since I couldn't work at night. With some prodding, you agree to go out to the mall with me. After I come downstairs from changing my clothes, you head up, telling me you'll be a few minutes. I didn't get that dressed up, just my pullover v-neck sweater over my blue jeans and cowboy boots. That's why I am so surprised when you come down. You are wearing your long black knit skirt with your white square neck top. I can see the shimmer of nylon on your legs and notice that you have your black high-heeled sandals on. Before you reach the den, where I am sitting, the familiar scent of White Shoulders stimulates my senses. As you approach, my eyes are drawn to the neckline of your blouse by the necklace that dangles into the space between your breasts. I pull you into my arms and as I pull you close we share a tender kiss. We back away from each other, but continue to hold hands. I just can't seem to let you go since I arrived home. A week without you has once more made me realize just how much I need and love you. I ask if I am dressed OK to go with you. You assure me that I am fine. We head to the mall. We have no particular destination, so we just wander the mall hand in hand. I am enjoying being with my beautiful wife; occasionally pulling you close for a kiss or a hug. As we walk along, you see a pair of shoes that you want to try on. The salesperson goes to the back to get your shoes as we sit down. I decide to sit across from you so that I can continue to take in your beauty. You reach down to slide off your shoes as the salesperson approaches. You try on the shoes, but they are not quite the right size. The salesperson heads to the back of the store to get a different size leaving us alone in the store. It suddenly dawns on me that your skirt appears to be getting shorter. As I look into your eyes, I can tell that it's not my imagination; you are doing it on purpose to tease me. My eyes fall to your legs again as the hem of your skirt clears your knees. Your knees separate and I get a view under your skirt all the way to the juncture of your legs. My eyes catch a glimpse of the crotch of your red satin panties. Just as I start to realize this is real and not a dream, your knees close and your skirt slides down over your knees again. As the salesperson approaches with your shoes, we look at each other and you just smile. You try on the shoes and decide that they are not really what you wanted. You thank the sales person and stand to go. As I stand to go with you, you take my hand and pull me close whispering, "I see you enjoyed the show." When I ask what you mean you whisper, "Your jeans seem to have gotten tighter." "Well if they have, it's all your fault," I reply. "Are you ready to go home?" you ask. "I'm ready to be with you," I answer. As we walk out of the mall to the car I continue to hold your hand, not wanting you to wander away at all. I help you into the car as we share a kiss before I shut your door. I slide into my seat and put my seat belt on. As I reach to start the car, your hand reaches over and massages the bulge in my jeans. "Is this for me?" you ask. As I start to pull out of the parking spot I respond, "It might be, but what do you have to trade for it?" "Let me think about it on the ride home, I'm sure I'll be able to come up with something." As we drive home, I lay my right hand on your lap and start to stroke your thigh. You decide you are not through surprising me yet, and start sliding your skirt up over your knees again. You take my hand in yours and slide it under your skirt, placing it on your pantyhose covered leg. As I slide my hand upward from your knee, you part your legs and provide more room for my hand to wander under your skirt. As my fingers continue their journey upward, they feel the nylon turn to satin. You must have put your panties on over your pantyhose. As my fingers reach into the valley of your panties, I can feel moisture seeping through them. Somehow we have reached our house. It seems like only seconds have passed since we left the mall. I back the car into the garage. As I start to get out, you stop me and pull me close so that we can share another kiss. You ask me to check to see if the gate to the back yard is latched. I think this seems weird, but you say that you thought you heard it banging earlier. When I return to the garage you are still sitting in the car. I open the door to help you out. You give me your left hand so that I can assist you. As you stand up, you grab my right hand with your left and turn it palm up. Your right hand hovers over mine, and then opens to let your red satin panties fall into my hand. "Will you take these in trade?" you ask. "They are a good start," I reply, as I bring them to my nose to inhale your scent. "Let's go inside and see what else you can come up with." As we enter the house, I take your hand once more and lead you to the den. I let you step down in front of me, then pull you back against me, once I have stepped down. I lift your hair off of your neck and place my lips on your bare skin. As my lips and tongue travel across your neck a low moan escapes your lips. My mouth moves to your ear as I let your hair fall back down and move my hands around you. I nibble on your earlobe as I gently pull you back against me. You turn your head and whisper in my ear, "I need you." I help you sit on the couch then lean you back as I am kissing you. My kisses slowly move downward from your lips to your chin. As I continue to kiss you, I leave a trail of kisses down your neck and on to the tops of your breasts. My tongue follows your necklace into the hollow between your breasts. My hand travels to your stomach, pulling the tail of your blouse out of your skirt. I move downward, trailing light kisses and nibbles across your stomach following the tail of your blouse upward. My face moves back to yours. I kiss your forehead, your eyelids and then your mouth. As our tongues wage war inside each other's mouths I reach behind you and unfasten your bra. Our kiss ends as I pull away so that I can move lower once more. My hands slide under the front of your bra, gently pulling it away from your skin. My fingertips gently massage the outer edges of your breasts. I continue to move my fingertips in a circular motion around your nipples. As my fingertips get closer to the nipples, they harden in reaction to my touch. Without any warning, I take one of your nipples between my fingers and squeeze. Your body jerks in reaction as a loud moan escapes from your lips. I take your other nipple into my mouth gently pulling it outward with the suction from my mouth. Your hands reach for my head, pulling me closer, urging me to continue. A new sensation reaches your brain. Your skirt is being raised for the third time tonight. As you skirt rises above where your panties used to be, the outside air flows across the moisture trapped in your pantyhose. The air picks up the scent of your arousal and disperses it throughout the room. My fingers gently caress the inside of your right knee, and then they start to travel up your right thigh. Just as you think they are going to land on your clit, they move away to the inside of your left knee. My mouth moves to suckle your other nipple as my fingers caress their way up the inside of your left thigh. My fingernails finally stroke across the wetness in your pantyhose causing another moan to escape your lips. My fingers move across your pantyhose to your opening. The tips of my fingers push against your pantyhose, forcing your opening wider. You anticipate my fingers pushing through your pantyhose, but I have my own surprise for your tonight. My mouth moves from your nipple to your ear. As it does my fingers continue to stroke your clit through your pantyhose. I whisper into your ear, "Do you remember being massaged through your pantyhose before we were married?" "Yes. I wouldn't let your hand inside," you reply as your hips start to move against my fingers. "Do you remember how many times you soaked your pantyhose with your cum?" I continue. "Yessssss," you hiss through your teeth as your hand covers mine, adding pressure to my fingers as they continue to stroke you. "Tonight you are going to remember. Tonight we are going to recreate the old times. Tonight you are going to cum in your pantyhose, once again." "Oh, yes. Please make me cum in my pantyhose!" you shout As my fingers continue to stroke your pantyhose covered clit, my tongue plunges into your ear. A scream escapes from your lips as your body convulses in orgasm. I hold you tight as you enjoy your release. It feels so good to have you react to my caresses. It feels so good to have you in my arms. It feels so good to know that I can please you! As you start to regain your senses you ask, "What about you?" "Just relax and enjoy yourself. I'm sure you'll think of something later," I reply. Cum In Your Pants Another day brings with it more bondage. Who would have guessed, eh? An even better question though: what can you do in 20 minutes? Well let's find out. I'm back in the center of the room, standing with my elbows bound behind my back and tied together with several loops that bind them together and then a single strand that goes around my shoulder and up behind my neck and then around and back to my other shoulder to press my arms together. Did I mention that although topless, I was wearing a short black skirt and heels? "Take off your shoes," my Mistress commands, as she looks on approvingly from a few feet ahead of me. She's sitting in her favourite chair and has a front row seat to the show; the best (and only) seat in the house. With a smile (or my usual grin that often gets me into trouble?), I kick each one off and fling them at the wall to my right. "Take off your skirt." My grin fades to a smile and with my tongue out as I concentrate, I shimmy out of my skirt. I have to reach around awkwardly with my hands and can only pull at the sides of my skirt, but I eventually wriggle it down my hips and manage to get it all the way down my legs after a few hops and then finally step out of it. I use a foot to fling it at the wall too. "Nice job," Ms. Lucy says with a smile, coming up to deliver a kiss on my cheek. She steps in behind me with some more rope in hand, and this time I get my wrists bound. Around and around and around the rope goes until they're very much secure. She presses her warm body into my back and her hands reach around to fondle my breasts. I moan in response as she kneads the soft flesh, and again as she cups them in her hands and lifts them up. Does she notice that I'm grinding my ass into her pelvis? In one expertly smooth motion, she twirls me around and has me bent over at the waist. "Spread your legs," she commands as I look at her firm round ass rather than the floor. I do as I'm told and receive a few good slaps to my own ass in reward. "Let's warm you up shall we?" With her right hand cupping my left breast firmly, the spanks me with her left. First one ass cheek and then the other, she delivers a good bakers dozen to each one and I "Oooooh" and "Ahhhh" as they're all delivered. Her other hand never leaves my breasts and she fondles and kneads it all the while. She's got me standing again in another fluid motion. "Alright, take your panties off." It's an extremely rare occasion that I'm actually wearing any, and originally I had thought that hell must have frozen over, but now I understood. The little light bulb in my head went off, and once again now with both cheeks ablaze and tongue peeking out the sides of my mouth, I do my little dance. I wriggle around and try to pull them down from the back, but I'm not having an easy time of it. "This is really hard," I moan softly. It only takes a few more wriggles though until they're down far enough and simply slide all the way down my legs. I step out of them and fling them to the wall. "Hrmph. I'm sure if there's one thing you're good at," Ms. Lucy smiles. "it's taking off your panties." She gets a giggle from me in response and I shuffle about on my feet, looking down at the floor. "I managed," I say after a moment. "Mistress." "Quite expertly at that," she grins, coming back with yet another long piece of rope. "Open up," she says, placing the double loop of rope at the back of my head and then brining it around between my lips. "Bite down," she says and I do as she tightens it. "Let go," she says as she ties a knot into the rope against my cheek. "Bite down," she says again while she does something else with the rope that I can't see, and then "Open up again," as she loops it around my head twice more. "Bite down," she command once more so that she can tie another knot on top of the first knot, and then "Open up," again as she's left with a long strand of rope. "Up, up, up," she coos as she pulls the length of rope high above my head. I rise up onto my tiptoes and stare up as she secures it somewhere above me. She returns with the flogger a moment later and it finds its way to my bare breasts. I grunt as she slaps the top of them, grunt again as she slaps the bottoms and then again as she slaps the sides. All around she works my now heaving breasts, then she moves the flogger to my ass and I do a little dance for her on my tiptoes. She comes back again with some more rope and I give a little whimper (as I'm in the habit of doing). This one she loops around my upper body, going around the top of my breast and behind around my arms, coming around the bottom of my breasts and finally secured to the rope that's keeping my elbows together. Another rope is tied in the front between those ropes and pulled tight, bringing the top and bottom ropes together and squishing my breasts. She then uses the same rope to bind first one and then the other into not-so-little balls on my chest. "Perfect," she says. I look at her with wide eyes. 'Really?' I want to say sarcastically, but give her a moan instead. Really though, I'm never one to object to a little breast bondage, am I? "Spread them wide," she orders, and I struggle to open my legs as wide as I can while on tiptoes. Once I've got them good and wide, she ties my ankles to large d-rings that are bolted in the floor.When she's back in front facing me, it's to place little rubber clamps onto each nipple. "Would you consider yourself a slut?" she asks with a smile. Can I say no, I'm not? I nod in response. "Yes, Mistress," I mumble around the four loops of rope that are in my mouth. I'm rewarded with the vibrator between my legs and the moans start coming in earnest. I'm breathing hard after only a minute of the thing between my legs, and "Oooohhhhhh-ing" loudly the next. Two and a half minutes in, I'm asking for permission to cum. My Mistress says yes and around the three minute mark, my eyes roll up into my head and my body shakes all over as the orgasm hits and I cum all over the vibrator in her hand. As I cum, she reaches up to take the clamps off my nipples and I continue the ride. Like a surfer whose found the perfect wave, my body convulses and I get a perfect hang-10. "Good girl," she says, standing to get some more rope. "Pretty much what you say you are." Ms. Lucy comes back with yet another long length of rope, and this one finds its way around my waist. She loops it around three times for good measure and it sits on top of my hips, then brings it up between my ass cheeks and through my pussy lips to the front. Even pulled tight, a length of it remains, and this she ties off to a d-ring set in the floor a few feet in front of me. "A good start," she says, moving around behind me. When she pulls on the rope that's around my mouth, I'm raised up even higher on my toes and doing all I can to stay upright. "Go ahead and struggle with that," she whispers. "This is my orgasm right here." I do indeed struggle as my head is pulled up by the back and I'm staring at the ceiling now. I struggle some more as I'm on the very tip of my toes practically, and struggle even more as the crotch rope is pulled down to the floor while I'm pulled up. "I'll be right back," she says, and I dance and cry in the position she's left me in. I cry out as I shuffle a few centimeters forward, and cry out as I shuffle back again. I cry out as I shuffle from one foot to the other, and cry out again as I shuffle a few centimetres right and then again a few centimeters left. I've really got nowhere to go, or rather I'm really unable to go anywhere. It feels like an eternity but it's really only 2 minutes when she comes back and I'm allowed back down on my feet. She unties my ankles and I'm able to stand straight once more, and then releases the rope from the ceiling so that I can have my head back. She unties the rope gag and I give her a soft little "Thank-you, Mistress" and think that's going to be it, but then she brings her chair around and takes a seat. With her hands on my hips, she turns me around so that my bum is in her lap. "Come on now, make me cum in my pants like a real stripper." My hands, elbows and shoulders tied behind my back, all I can really do is wiggle my bum in her lap... but I'm quite good at it. I wiggle my hips and move my bum in her lap like a true pro, working my ass as thought she had a cock between her legs and shimmy up and down her lap. I gyrate and sway my hips and can only imagine the grin on her face, so I turn around to rub my bound breasts into her lap and there it is. She turns me back with her hands on my hips and I continue to work my bum around and around, up and down. "How about some dirty talk?" I'm glad I'm facing away from her because my cheeks are beat red despite the smile on my face. "Mmmm, you like it when I rub my big ass in your lap?" I say as I bend forward and roll my ass around. "Or when I stick my round ass in your face? Grind my tight wet pussy in your lap like that?" Hah, I can't believe the words coming out of my mouth, but I guess someone taught me well? If she had been a guy, I'm sure she'd have cum in her pants by now. Garun-damn-tee she would have blown her load. "I'm your dirty little slut." I turn around again, but only to put my bound tits in her face so that she can motorboat them this time, then slide them down her body and turn around to sit in her lap once more. I gyrate again and do my little dance. "You're not bad." Not bad? Hrmph. If I had half a mind, I'd tell her she was full of.... She grabs a handful of my ponytail and pulls my head back until I sit down fully in her lap. With her other hand, she grabs my neck under my chin to turn my head to the side, and plants the biggest damn open-mouthed and tongue filled kiss you could ever imagine onto my lips. It's then I see the look in her eyes and the grin on her face, and feel the wetness between her legs. Like I said, not bad my ass...