“No more tears now; I will think about revenge.”
I’ve given my fair share of blowjobs. I was less excited about some of them than others. I look back at some of them and cringe. The silly naivety of a teenage girl got me into more problems that I’d care to remember.
Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t sucking every dick I could find. But with age I became attached to the dicks I sucked and the men behind them. O.K. – Sometimes I just enjoyed their cocks.
Now, I give a blowjob because I enjoy my partner’s cock in my mouth. I love knowing that it makes him happy. I know his cock and what he likes and dislikes. Deep-throating helps.
She’d told him that he could do anything that he wanted. He’d paid extra, reeked of class and it’d make for a nice place for the night, if she could finagle it. The room didn’t look like you could pay for it by the hour, anyway.
She went to piss and check her make-up, running a finger under her right eye to rid a sinking line of thick black liner. She stained the virgin-white hand towel with a black line and walked out, tossing the towel on the counter, where it fell, its stiffness caved and usefulness abused by a whore.
He was sitting in a chair and having a drink. He offered her one and she took him up on three. By that time, she was ready to either get started or grab her bag and go. He pulled out a piece of material stuffed between his side and the seat, tossing it to her. She caught it off guard and held it up to get a better look at it. This meant turning it around, up and down, several times before realizing what it was; and hearing him telling her to put it on.
She had done some kinky stuff, but mostly guys wanted her to spank them with something they had, like a paddle or a stick. They wanted her to say all types of things to them. She never understood why, but money was money.
She wasn’t sure about this …hood. It seemed thin enough. She asked him a few questions, just wanting to make sure of a few things, first. Her biggest concern was airflow and sight. He told her that she could breathe easily, but not see. And he didn’t want her to speak. She decided to give it a try. If anything felt funny, she was done. Agreement set.
He fucked her while she wore the hood. She huffed through the thin material, like a bull being ridden. She was at his mercy when it came to any movement other than rutting. He’d turn or move her gently, then drive hard inside her. She felt his face, and how close it was to her. She heard his mutterings, but made out nothing. He never touched her face. He never did anything strange, but this was strange to her. Feeling and hearing him, not really touching him, for lack of sight. Not helping to initiate anything sexual. Not speaking.
As soon as they were done, she jumped up and ripped off the hood. His eyes were wide, surprised at her sudden show of anxiety. Since money was exchanged in the beginning, their business was technically over. She quickly shoved herself into her clothes, and grabbed her bag. She was out the door.
No words were spoken. She didn’t take the elevator, the stairs seemed more backdoor. Once she made it to the street, she slid her hand into her bag and fingered the thin material of the hood and smiled.
With this series, I was trying to get another view, much like with my post here. To be honest, I just wanted to snap a few pictures in hopes of getting a good angle. Why I actually had my fingers down towards my pussy, I don’t really know. Honestly, I think I was trying to cover it at first. As you can tell, that first picture ain’t nothing special, but I never took my hand away from my pussy. And I always go straight to my clit. I didn’t have an orgasm, but it felt good. If I had stepped away for a moment to grab my Mimi, I know I would’ve cum. But I think that it was the camera that was turning me on. That was a new experience for me. Although unexpected, I still had a really, great time.
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I was brand new to kink. I was kinda talking to this guy named Ronnie. He was a good guy. Not a sadistic bone in his body. But he was trying. He had about a nickle’s worth more of experience than I did.
We were on the phone. I didn’t know if I had any clothespins. We laughed when I hit pay dirt with three of them in my “junk drawer.” I had no idea where they came from. I didn’t even have a clothesline.
Bless his heart. He tried. For all the wrestling that his tongue did with those nasty words. I just wasn’t buying it.
Some girls you just have to put their hands on.
But I did learn how to use my clothespins….
Things get familiar. But when he asked for something… and she huffed, he slowly got up as well.
When he came back with the restraints, her eyes went wide and her chin lifted to the side in question.
“I need to teach you something.”
She had gotten thirsty. Her mouth was dry.
In one fail swoop he had her by the hair, turned, and on the floor.
She was scared. She was scared of him like she hadn’t been in a while.
He began with the cane. She scooted, tucking her ass as much as she could. He had her tied tightly.
He gritted his teeth.
“Faster… Beg for me to go faster.”
“If the knife comes out of my mouth while you are taking me in my ass, then you will use the knife to carve your initials into my very sore ass.”
He made me repeat it before he put the knife in. I started to drool immediately.
As I felt the tip of his cock touch up against my tight hole, he leaned up and reached, turning my face back to look up at him.
“This is going to hurt you, either way,” he said.
I just nodded slowly, and drooled.