Office Sex
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Posted:Dec 9, 2009 3:15 pm
Last Updated:Mar 15, 2016 3:51 pm
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I have a new appreciation for the office sex scenario. That added some kinky flare I never expected. Not unlike my repeat fantasy of visiting Builder in his office and him letting me remove key clothing items from him and give a really deep blowjob. I think of that every time I see him in his work clothes. But that's not his thing. Just mine.
A visitor came into my office while I was on the phone and could not break off my call. Roughly he grabbed my tits and pulled on my nipples. The sensation through my lace bra is intense and so sensual. My visitor pushes back my chair and climbs into my knee hole, running his hands up the length of my legs, caressing my inner thighs. Slipping his fingers into my panties and fingering me, feeling my wetness. He pulls my panties down slowly, pausing to sniff them, then bunches them up and puts them in my mouth, silencing me. He reaches up and unbuttons my blouse, opening it and pulling it off my torso. My nipples so hard through my bra.
My visitor begins to go down on me. Taking my clitoris between his lips and sucking it in. Biting it and fingering my sopping wet pussy. My juices flow freely now, running down my thighs and soaking visitor's face. I want to cry out, but my mouth is full of my wet panties, so I chew on them instead and taste my excitement which soaks them.
A favorite erotic moment. I was insanely randy. The orgasms came really quickly but the disappointment over the speed of attaining them (I get off too fast) was dulled by the sexy, sexy intensity and sensuality of it all. Multiple orgasms with his face between my thighs, eating me until I screamed into my gag. He pushed my chair back and looked my naked body up and down under the harsh lights of the office. Slowly unzipped his trousers and pulled out his hard cock.
At this point, my visitor is lying on his back and I move to lay beside him. Because he is so fully dressed, my nakedness feels extra naked. He holds my legs wide apart, as wide as they will go, using his legs as straddlers. He's very tall so it works well. I am a prisoner of love.
Just the anticipation of sex, of him touching me there without being able to move, has me squirming. I place my hands behind my head to complete the tie up. I decide I will not retreat (not that I could, except to use my hands) no matter how intense it gets.
He strokes and fingers. He frequently wets his fingers with his mouth. That erotic licking sound grabs me. Makes me wish he was going down on me, giving me oral sex. His legs assert themselves to confirm I cannot move. A sudden wet something (finger, thumb?) goes up my ass and stops in that place where I get the tail buzz orgasm.
I realize the power of the tailgasm is almost opposite of an orgasm. While a clitgasm builds and climaxes, a tailgasm is a steady something of good feeling that is unwavering. And it's a matter of how much good I can stand. Lying there with my legs so wide, my pussy so open, the air blowing on me, the tail buzzing: I am ready to blow.
My tits get very hard at times like this. My nipples are insanely sensitive. Big cave hands all over right then would be heavenly. But I feel nothing but the cold air of the office making my nipples sharp like the tips of knives.
The thumb stays in the ass and other fingers roam the front. I wonder if this is what being tied up is all about? The insanely sensual, erotic feeling of being wide open, so vulnerable, and absolutely urgently craving a wild and unrelenting fucking?
At the same moment that he goes big and deep in my cunt, zeroing right in on the g-spot with all the thrust I was dying for, he starts sucking my hard tit: lapping it up. His late-day whiskers feel painfully good. Prickling through the numbness of the sexual arousal.
He fucks me like crazy. I am all too well aware of the tail feeling and I feel like my hips are floating, fleeing from the scene. I pretend my hands are tied behind my head like in a good erotic bondage story and resistance is indeed futile. The ass and pussy fucking settle down while he rattles away on the clit. I'm insanely wet and he uses my own wetness to lube up. Like the perfect psychic masturbator, he delivers the Great Clitontic O. I have been released.
I feel that great whoosh of numbness, like my whole body fits in a warm hand like a bird.
I think I'm liking this office sex.
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Premature Ejaculation Confessions
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Posted:Nov 6, 2009 5:55 am
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2016 9:53 am
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Hello, my name is Mag and I used to be a premature ejaculator.
Until a few years ago, Builder and I had a basic routine for sex that we never really deviated from. Oral for him, oral for me. Clit stimulation. Fucking in whatever position, then back to oral. He'd cum and with tongue and fingers on my clit, I'd cum. Done.
Because I do love blowjobs, and I'm in the mood for details, I shall indulge here. And of course, describe my female version of premature ejaculation or really, getting off way too fast.
This is how it was:
?I would go down on him while he lay on his back, massaging his nipples. (He's got great nipple stimulationability.)
I love taking him in my mouth. Even as I write this, I can feel that feeling in my mouth that makes me want it. It is not unlike the urgent feeling I get in the pussy when it's time for screwing. It's a desperate, sensual pulling feeling, like something has to be sucked right now. And without it, something is missing. I get the same feelings about kissing.
So, I'd run my tongue all over his penis with lots of saliva for lube, keeping one hand at the base, playing with his balls. My long hair was constantly a nuisance. Sometimes I'd have to stop and put it in a ponytail before continuing. I'd want to take him right in my mouth and suck and roll my tongue around the tender spots, but he seemed to get off better if I kept to the tongue action around the shaft and head. Admittedly, the whole thing is a turn on for me, and not being able to have him deep in my mouth just cranked me up a little more.
I have an ongoing fantasy of gentle mouth fucking, steering clear of the teeth, but him going deep into my mouth and me alternating between sucking strongly and softly and swirling my tongue around. I use that one all the time during masturbation.
I'd listen to his breathing becoming more rapid. I'd watch for the cues. I love it, LOVE IT, when his balls go really hard right as he's going to cum. There's a racing feeling that goes clear up his dick as the sperm shoots out. I LOVE THAT. He seemed to always want me to stop licking right then. I'd desperately want to put my whole mouth over him at that moment. I can orgasm just watching that.
This whole episode would take maybe ten or fifteen minutes tops. I'm not sure. I could have gone about an hour for how pleasurable I found it. But builder would say he'd get too sore if we go too long. And I suppose it's good to remember that I'm not just doing it for my own pleasure but for his too.
After he's exploded and I cleaned him up (he's subtle with his orgasms as opposed to me, groaning and yelping), I'd lay beside him for him to play with me. If I had gone first, I probably wouldn't have been nearly as enthusiastic about the oral on him. I liked to save my orgasm for last in those days.
When it was my turn, I would be completely worked up. He used to joke, Here's the best ten seconds you'll have all day. But really, it was no joke. Between the stimulation of having my mouth on his penis and then seeing him cum, there was no way I was going to be touched without having an instant o. Like a snake jumping out of a can. My pussy would be really swollen, the clit double in size. I'd feel my breasts. The anticipation was crazy.
Sure enough, he'd just do a little fast rubbing near the clit, and bam, done. Once he just blew a little air on my clit from a few inches away and I came. It was that easy. Too easy. Great orgasm but so sad to be done so soon.
I'd try playing that popular mental game known as, I'm Not Going to Let Myself Cum, and of course, the mere thought of not allowing those big man hands to get me off, would totally get me off. There was no anal stimulation, minimal fingering if any: just a few flits of the clit, and goosh, woosh. I'd have a really strong orgasm.
I don't know if it was the fact that I was younger or what, but I'd always cum that fast.
For some reason now that I'm a sex maniac with a relentless libido, I have better control over the orgasms. I can build up the orgasms, cripes, how I love that climbing feeling, fend off the weaker ones who want to try and steal the show and hold out for the big guns. I can have several medium ones all in a row, within seconds of each other, like firecrackers going off. And I get to linger a good long time in the complete erotic pleasure of the build-up (usually while he's rapidly pressing on my g-spot, flirting with the clit).
Lately Builder has masterful control of the whole orchestra (stimulating the clit, vulva, vagina (and that mysterious new-found o-spot in there), the anus, breasts, nipples ....) the so I get the Grand Finale O at the end. That's a screamer. A completely breathless screamer. The one that makes me say ridiculously funny things with swear words mixed in and blurs my vision with stars and lights. While different than the powerful instant o's of days gone by, I really like this much better. Those were compact models. Now I ride in the stretch lim-o.
Hello, my name is Mag and I'm no longer a premature ejaculator.
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Another Afternoon in Paradise
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Posted:Nov 3, 2009 10:12 am
Last Updated:Aug 23, 2016 8:47 am
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There was a lot of yard work to be done. Time to put the gardens to bed for the season. I did a lot of digging and heavy lifting but I didn't want to overdo it knowing that we'd have the house to ourselves.
The afternoon sun was surprisingly hot and I was thirsty. I put down my trowel and went inside. I scrubbed my grubby hands clean (how do they get so dirty with gloves on?) and got a cold bottle of water. Might as well cool off and read some blogs. I was still too hot. I went upstairs to change out of my sweaty clothes. I wanted a shower but there wasn't enough time.
I removed my clothes and got the hand mirror to look at my pussy under the guise of checking my IUD. I've been wondering if its doing alright in there. I finger myself but I can't tell. I'll have to see the doctor soon to check it out.
My fingers are still very cold from the water bottle and they feel good. And I like looking as I touch. It's like it's someone else.
I turn on the electric vibrator and place it beside the mirror on the floor and kneel over them. I like looking at myself.
To get an orgasm from the vibrator this way (kneeling over it, hands free), I have to stay absolutely still in one position, no matter how weak or strong the feeling is. The vibrator isn't going to follow me around like a penis or a hand to finish the job. It just stays there, happily buzzing on the floor. The thought of having to stay still when I want to escape the intensity gets me turned on. I am going to be taken by a vibrator.
The one I used many years ago had a photo of a 1950's housewife on the box. She stood there with her 18" waist, apron tied tightly over her dress, tenderly placing the vibrator on her poor sore neck while stirring a pot on the stove. I always imagined her going to town on herself when the photo shoot was done. Maybe the photographer helped too.
I pause for a moment wondering if my Builder could hear the buzzing sound from downstairs. No matter. I have to do this. I have tingles all over my body.
I close my eyes and lower my pussy onto my little buzzing friend, as if fucking on top but it's just me and the vibrator. I wish I had a dildo to sit on. A flexible, vibrating dildo. The little tip of the vibrator enters my vagina. I feel another rush of wetness run down. I want something big to fuck me. And a penis in front of my mouth to suck on. But the persistent vibration draws all my attention to one central location.
I swell with fullness.
Time to brace myself. I settle in with the vibe just below the clit hood, pressing myself onto it. My hips are almost to the floor, down between my bent legs. My mouth falls open, wanting to kiss. My nipples harden, sending a sharp grabbing feeling through both breasts. I am completely aroused. I cannot move. I want to move. I stay still.
I'm breathing much faster, dying to rock back and forth; have something fuck me really hard. I could bail out now with a good level of pleasure but I want to see how long I can stand it.I'm desperate to move; to pick up the vibrator and press it right into myself. Oh, where is a dildo when you need one? It's way too intense, staying right there, keeping the feeling all in one place. It's like I've mentally tied myself up and had my way with me. I feel another gush of wetness. My legs are trembling. I start moaning. I keep my hips steady and close my mouth to keep from screaming. I'm trembling so hard, I lose my position for a moment and the vibrator tips over. I cannot be stopped. I quickly put it back in place.
The moment I get on it again, I cum really hard. I watch in the mirror to see the pussy muscles pressing downward, all the light pink bits glimmering with thick wetness. Without waiting, I close my eyes and lower myself harder onto the vibrator. The fresh intensity makes me moan louder. There's the feeling of teeth gently biting the whole length of the clit. I get chills up the side of my face. I cum again.
That is bliss.
My heart is racing.
I lean back against the bed and stretch my legs. I pick up the vibrator to run it along the lips for some post-orgasmic tickling. My clit is rock hard and too tender to touch. I run it along the inner labia: that sweet little runway to the vagina. I think of the Builder running his hands down the whole length of my body after I cum with him. A new orgasm throws itself at me again in waves and my hips jerk up and down from the floor. It's my turn to control the vibrator. I still feel my pussy pushing down, as if a cock had just sprayed its cum in there and the pussy wants to grab it back and have it again. I think of the Builder's spent cock sliding out of me.
I hold the mirror with my thighs and pull back my pussy lips for one more bit of vibrating penetration. The last rush of wetness tickles my ass.
I'm not cooled off but definitely refreshed.
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