I turn around and walk. I know he’s right behind me. Our guests turn and watch as I move through the crowd towards the house. He’s pissed and I know it…Not what I wanted. I wanted him to tease me, keep me in suspense – not angry. He follows me into the bedroom, leaving the door wide open. I stop and stand in the middle of the room. He sits down on the edge of the bed. Looking at me intensely he states “Are you going to lift your skirt up or am I?” Sighing and with a quivering little voice “I’m really sorry. We have all these guests here and you left the door wide open. I don’t want them to hear or see. That’s not what this party is about. Anything else, but please don’t spank me now.” His response, “Well…” I thought just for a second, “okay, I’ll raise it myself.” Oh shit, the thong! There was no way around it…he’s gonna see it! I’m so screwed. I lifted my skirt up to my waist and walked over to the bed standing right in front of him. He pulled the thong down to my ankles without saying a word about it. Looking straight into my eyes, “Are you gonna bend over on your own or am I gonna have to pull you over my knees?” Crap…I lose no matter what, “I’ll bend over myself .” Bending over with my naked ass showing usually turns me on, but not when he’s for real mad. I thought I had positioned myself perfectly over his legs. He instructed me to move my body forward more and place my clit in his fingers. Oh I am so not happy about this…Sighing as I move forward. His right hand is placed low between his legs so he can pinch my clit as he spanks me. I carefully position myself between his fingers and feel him spread my lips wide so he can pinch at his desire. He starts to reprimand me, “I asked you to do the simplest thing, just make sure I have a cold beer in my hand and immediately you dissed me.” “I’m so sorry, it won’t happen again.”, I told him with conviction. “Count!”, firmly, as only he can. I whispered, “One”…and felt the wind from his hand before striking my ass. His hand made a cracking noise as hit my exposed ass. My ass tightened as I let out a moan…and then the pinch…squeezing my clit so hard…I knew it would swell instantly and once that happened it would hurt until he let me cum.
General
- 08-06-2009 16:33:06
Each table with chairs, strategically placed for those who wanted to engage in sexual activities or not, as it’s a non-pressure environment. A fully stocked bar, bartender included, placed to the right as you enter the backyard. Just beyond the bar there was one long two-tier table with every cold aphrodisiac food you could think of – an ice statute of a penis with all the trimmings as the centerpiece. To the left of the entrance was another long two-tiered table for the hot aphrodisiac food and as you may have been way ahead of me, the centerpiece – a heat radiating sculpture of a vagina with every detail accentuated. Our thought is…if ya gonna do it – do it right.Most of our guests have arrived and are already mingling or should I say partnering. He cums up behind me reminding me “Remember baby, I don’t like to be without a cold beer in my hand.” That was my cue and I readily picked up on it. “Sure baby, I’ll pay attention.” That was my first mistake (purposely done). I walked off and tended to our guests…Yes, as you suspected…I didn’t pay attention. I was too busy running my mouth and talking about sex. “Ava, baby, cum here.”, he loudly said. I turned my head towards his voice, dang it. He was sitting with his back towards the house. I got so hot…he purposely sat there so everyone would see what events would take place. I casually walked over, “yes”. He raised his empty beer bottle “Get me a cold beer, please.” I responded nicely, “I’m sorry I was so distracted with the girls.” I could tell in his face, he was annoyed. I sashayed back to the bar and got a cold beer for him. One of the girls said, “he doesn’t look too happy. Did you forget to pay attention and tend to his every need?”. I sighed, “yes, somehow I know I’m gonna pay for this.” This is truly the one thing that he does get mad about for real…if he asks me to be his beer server for the night, he means it. So I know he’s serious and I’m in trouble. Carol smiled and said, “you know you love it”. I looked at her “I do, but I really fucked up. Never mess with a man’s beer”, I sighed and walked over to him, beer in hand. Talking the beer from my hand he says firmly, “Thank you. Now turnaround and march your ass in the house straight to the bedroom!”. I looked at him and said “I’m sorry, please not the bedroom.” Giving me his infamous look…
General
- 02-06-2009 17:39:55
The guests will be arriving soon for the second of three summer get togethers with our “special” friends. It took me forever to find something to wear. The outfit had to be just right. He needed easy access to my ass, my clit and my pussy. The anticipation of what is going to happen…sends chills through my entire body. Let’s see the short white skirt, light-weight violet blouse, white stiletto sandles. My mood, sassy. So I’ll wear a matching white lace thong and bra. For sure, I’ll get spanked for this...mmmm… the thought of his hand spanking my ass hard. I guess he sensed I was drifting off, yet again. “Okay, Ava you’ve got to stay focused or you won’t be ready” he says, in his kind tone. “I’m trying, but you know I get soooo hot thinking of whats to cum”, I replied. “Baby, you’ve got all afternoon to be hot. Now get that ass in gear!” he states with that tone I love to hear. “Yes, sir!”, I promptly replied, as we both smiled at each other.With that the door bell rings. Crap he was right, I hate that. Although it happens so often, one would think I would be used to it by now…lol There was a continuous flow of people, couples and single women, all ready for an adventurous afternoon by the pool.
General
- 28-05-2009 14:27:02
Trying to compose herself, if only the legs will stop shaking, she could pull it off. Her clit is so sensitive to the touch that even putting on her thong is difficult. She manages to position her thong, so it won’t accentuate her still pulsating clit. Refocusing herself into reality, she looks for her short black boots. Bending over picking them up, her thong rubs against her clit “mmmmm… followed by a deep breath.” Sensuously rubbing each foot, prior to putting her boots on. Her mind still focused on her fantasy that got her soooo hot in the first place.
General
- 26-05-2009 18:32:00
Mmmmmmmm...breathing shallow trying to be quiet…the feel of hot juices flowing out of my pulsating pussy craving the feel of his cock, my clit sensitive to the touch, slowly closing my shaking legs, gently caressing my breasts, fingers ever so slightly passing over my nipples, breathing deeply…taking the pink vibrator with the egg shaped head that I laid down next to me and wistfully turning it off…gently placing it back down beside me…sighing…still wanting more…my late-afternoon play time needs to cum to an end…dang it.
She hears her name, “Ava”. How she hates being disturbed after an orgasm. You’ve been there, you know. Ava’s desires, although she’s 48 she doesn’t look it or act it, sound complex, but in reality she’s exploring her sexuality and innermost desires. She tends to drift off, at any given moment, into a sexual escapade wanting and needing these escapades to cum true. Imagine…being at work, the grocery store, shopping mall or even driving in the car…your mind wanders…
For Ava her mind wanders at a drop of hat…whether it’s from an email she’s received, an instant message or even just thinking of her past weekend with her man. When she does drift off, she illuminates a feminine aura, intensifies her eyes with an impish look, sashays when she walks, arches her back when standing just so her round inviting ass sticks out just a bit more, every movement including her stature has a sexual tone.
"Yes, I'm cumming"...oh that's right I just did...lol. "I'll be right there. Ugh!"
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General
- 22-05-2009 14:45:38
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