Fantasies Can't Always Come True

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Happy Birthday - A Reader's Guest Post

I have a new regular reader that did me the honor of writing a story. It's the opposite of a Debbie Does You. I wanted to post it here, it's very creative. It also gave me an idea to start an IDD (I Did Debbie) feature as a counter part to DDU (Debbie Does You). 

See the details at the end of the story. 

Now on with the birthday celebration...

Having taken the day off for her Birthday, Ken decided he was finally going to get some playtime in with his beautiful wife of 25 years.
Debbie had packed her daughter off to school an hour before, showered and now stood over the sink cleaning the breakfast dishes in her robe when Ken appeared in the kitchen with his black bag of surprises.

Looking over her shoulder smiling, Debbie asked, “You inventorying your gear dear?” as she continued to clean dishes.  Her heart started beating faster at the thought of what Ken’s bag contained for her birthday today.
Ken began pulling out ropes and leather straps from his bag and laying them on the counter next to the thin sturdy kitchen table.  He ran his hand over the table with almost a soft caress when she looked back at him again.

Her nipples hardened at the sight.  This was Ken’s table, he had bought it at an estate sale years before.  When he brought it home, she had asked him why he would pay good money for such an ugly table.  His reply that day was a simple, “because it’s perfect.”
It was easily 100 years old and solid.  Someone had decided all those years ago they were going to make a thin long table that could obviously hold an elephant on it.  Four feet long and only a couple feet wide, it was more like a counter than a breakfast table.  He took it into the garage and for the next several days cleaned it up, stained it and decorated it with small painted wooden animal faces with open mouths down each of the legs.

“Artistic you are not my dear.” she replied, frowning at the animal faces.

Washing the dishes now she smiled at how wrong she was those years ago.
Ken had dropped to his knees and was threading large bolts into the threaded holes in each animal’s mouth on the legs of the table.  Each bolt had a large O for a top.  Once a bolt was fully threaded, he took a leather strap, tied it through the O on the bolt, and let the ends hang loose.  He placed several bolts on each leg, tied his straps and moved to another performing the same addition.

Debbie rubbed her legs together now as she finished up at the sink.
“Baby, we have not used the table in a long time, are you sure this is a good time?  Anyone could come over, its 9:00 in the morning.”

Ken never looking up, but rather continued his hook assembly on the table legs, “Our daughter is in school, I have the day off and neither one of us is getting any younger.  So to answer your question, yes, this is the perfect time.” 

Finishing the last hook, he looked up into her 50 year old beautiful eyes.  “Now lose the robe and get that sweet little ass over here.” smiling, he patted the table.

Debbie undid the knot at her waist and slipped the robe from her shoulders.  It fell in a pile at her feet as she slowly sauntered over to her husband.  Her large bare breasts and full nipples swaying as her curvy hips teased him with her seductive walk.
Reaching the table, she placed her hands on it and slid her palms across.  Her nipples and large breasts pressed into the familiar wood.  Ken took her legs and started attaching leather straps to them.  One attached at the ankle and a rather large wide strap around each thigh.  The leather straps from the table hooks were pulled through holes on each, then pulled tight, and tied.
Her legs were pulled apart almost to the point of discomfort and tied soundly as she lay splayed across the table.  Ken’s hand ran across her bare thigh and ass as he worked, softly caressing her.
The slow methodical exercise in binding her was the foreplay she had come to yearn for over the years.  Her spread legs showed the excitement building with the wet swollen lips of her sex.  Her wrists were tied to cords running up from the other table legs and pulled tight.
She was about to ask him a question when her mouth was filled with a large round ball gag.  The strap was tightened around her head and a loud “MMMnnnmmthh,” was all that crossed her lips as her eyes grew wide.
She was surprised at his new addition to the bag of surprises.  He had never gagged her before.  Always asking her questions during their sex play, this new twist had her pussy dripping now.  

A flash of metal in the morning sunlight brought her attention back to him.
In his hand it looked like he was holding a giant fishing hook, only it had a large chrome ball on the end where a hook should have gone.
Her eyes opened wide as another mumbled, “MMWuthuttt iiifgr ttaathgg”, slipped past her gag.

“Your second surprise of the morning Deb.”  He smiled twirling the giant hook in his hand. 

“Came in the mail last week, and I have been waiting to save it for a special occasion.  This my dear”, swinging the hook in front of her face, “is an anal hook”.

Her breathing now quicker he walked back behind her, “And we are going fishing for some ass this morning”.

She heard the hook drop to the table, followed by both his hands coming down hard on her ass cheeks with a loud slap.  David’s large hands pulled her cheeks apart dropping his mouth to her brown little hole licking circles around it.
Debbie started moaning through the gag, going to her tiptoes to try to push her ass into his invading tongue.  She felt him run a finger from her dripping cunt to her ass lubricating her tight little hole.  Her pussy felt the cold metal of the ball push through her swollen lips for just a second as he prepared it for its journey.  The ball slipped out of her pussy running up and down her wet lips and finally slipping back between her ass-cheeks
The pressure on her ass grew as he pressed the 2 oz ball against her tight muscle.  It finally slipped in as she groaned into the gag.  He worked the ball deep into her ass finally pressing the other end of the hook into the crack of her ass pointing up her back.  With a strip of rope, he tied the end of the hook to the strap holding in her ball gag on the back of her head.
With every little movement of her head, the ball would move and pull tight against the entrance of her ass.  With slow movements of her head, her moans became more pronounced as Ken realized she was ass fucking herself with the hook.

Just then, Ken’s cellphone began ringing.  Picking up the phone he looked at the number growling, “Christ I'm off today, what the hell?” 
Answering the call, his face sank.  “Shit, I'm sorry Bob, I totally forgot about it.  No it’s my bad, tell them I'll run it over.”  Listening, he finished with, “Don't worry I'll show them how to use it.”
Closing the phone Ken’s face dropped next to his wife’s, “Sorry babe, I forgot I left their new piece of test equipment in my truck.  I need to run it up to the work site quick.”

Debbie moaned into the gag expecting her husband to release her.  When she heard the sound of his steps walking away and Ken yell from the front door, “I wont be more than an hour hon.” She realized no matter how hard she screamed, the huge ball filling her mouth muffled everything.

For the next ten minutes, she screamed into the gag and shook, fuming at her husband for leaving her like this on her birthday.  As the time passed though, she began to again move her head playing with the sensations radiating from the twisting invader buried in her ass.  Eyes closed, she kept trying to get off on the hook moving in her tight ass but to no avail.  She thought to herself, this is not an anal hook its anal torture.  Her pussy dripping she could climb the mountain of pleasure; she just could not reach the summit.
Her eyes opened and a muffled scream came from her mouth.  Standing in the doorway was the 24-year-old son of her neighbor.  Eyes wide, he drank in the naked bound form of his sexy 50-year-old neighbor tied to her kitchen table.  Tyler had brought back several DVDs his mom had borrowed from Debbie and had let himself in just as he had a thousand times before. 
“Here are the DVD's we borrowed.”  He shuddered, sitting them on the counter.

Her eyes went to his, pleading to be released, then dropped to his tight jeans as she saw the outline of a giant hard cock stretching the material.  Several times her eyes went up to his and back to his crotch.
Tyler watched the bound homemaker looking down to his package and back to his eyes.  He took this as a signal that she wanted his big hard cock.  His hands dropped to his jeans unzipping them.  He pulled his hard thick 9-inch cock through the opening in his boxers.
Debbie's eyes went wide as she watched him pull out his long thick cock.  Pulled her head around trying to shake a “No” at him, she pulled the ball in her ass tight to her sphincter rubbing it.  The loud moan she made decided her fate that morning.

Tyler had seen many girls eyes go wide when they saw how well hung and thick he was.  Watching this sexy homemakers eyes drink in his cock excited him tremendously.  The moan she gave him might as well been a “Fuck me now Tyler” in his head.
When Debbie’s head came back around, he was gone.  She could no longer see him but felt a pressure against the swollen lips of her vulva.  The fat swollen head of his cock ran up and down the wet lips of her cunt.

Her body shook as she screamed into the ball gag.  The mouthful of plastic turning her screams of  “No” into loud long moans of “OOOhhhhhhh.” In 25 years of marriage, no other man had ever touched her.

Tyler was hard as a rock and dripping pre-cum as his “Desperate Housewife” continued moaning for him to fuck her.  He pressed his large tip past her wet lips; it stretched her outer ring until finally the head slipped past sinking several inches into her tight cunt.  The groan that left her lips pushed him forward pressing deeper into her dripping soft folds.
Her hands tightening and releasing pulled the restraints taught as she groaned a long low moan, finally crested that mountain.  Involuntarily her legs rose onto her tiptoes pushing him deeper still.

Tyler had not felt a cunt as tight as hers in a long time.  When the muscles of her pussy started to spasm, he felt like his cock was in the hand of a tight glove squeezing him repeatedly.  He groaned at the sensation, smiling at the thought of giving her an orgasm by just entering her.
His hands slipped up her bare sides and under her cupping her large breasts.  His thumbs rubbing her fat hard nipples as his mouth dropped next to her ear and he whispered, “There is a lot more of that to come Debbie”. 

Pressing his hips forward and driving the last several inches of his thick cock deep into her contracting pussy he began long slow strokes.
Tyler had fantasized about Debbie’s big tits his entire life and to be squeezing them now as his cock was acting like a piston in and out of her stretched cunt drove him on faster and faster.

Her groans had become screams of ecstasy as the young stud plowed her pussy with his big hard stick.  Once he had mounted her with that big fat cock, in her sub mind he had claimed her.  His heavy tool brought her to that mountain peak again and again.  Her body covered in sweat, thighs dripping from her gushing cunt, she felt him finally tense and her eyes went wide.  She had not needed protection for years, Ken having had a vasectomy all those years ago.  Here was a young virile man about to fill her with his seed.

She felt him slam his hips into her round ass-cheeks driving his long cock home, its tip pressing though her cervix.  His balls tightened as his long prick began pumping his thick cum into her womb.  With each gasp from his lips, she could feel his cock spray its white-hot sperm deep into her.  This pushed her over the edge one last time.  Her muscles contracted, milking his long cock for every drop.

Collapsing on her back, she could feel his heart thumping in his chest in tune with his now softening cock inside her.  His hands holding her soft globes tight she purred into the gag.
From the doorway came clapping as Debbie jerked her head around.  Ken stood clapping his hands as Tyler’s deflating cock slipped from her wet hole She could feel the warm juices of their coupling flow from her opened cunt.

“Was it as good as you always dreamed he asked?” looking into Debbie's eyes.

Stepping back Tyler replied, “Your one lucky man dude.  I can’t imagine the enjoyment you have had from this piece of ass for the last 25 years.  Well...OK...I guess I can now.” he said with a smile as he pulled up his pants.  Leaning over he kissed Debbie’s neck and whispered “Thank you.”

Ken shook the boy’s hand as he left and walked back to his wife.  “You always wanted to try one of those big cocks darling, I couldn’t fit the boy in my bag of surprises.” 
Leaning over he removed the ball gag and kissed his wife. 

“Happy Birthday beautiful.”

 This could be the beginning of a brand new adventure in Dirty Debbie's Diary.  Would you like to write a story of you doing me?  Put your fantasy down on digital paper and send it to me.  Share it with all the like minded people here.  If I see there is interest I'll promote the feature because you know how I feel - The more the merrier! 

Just use the DDU link on the sidebar for now.

I look forward to being the one reading your stories and getting wet.

Happy 6th !

Today is the 6th anniversary of Debbie's Dirty Little Diary.
Even though I went on an extended “sabbatical”, I’m back, better than ever, and ready to celebrate.

The modern gift for the 6th anniversary is wood. In light of that I thought I would be able to pick and choose some CBW’s to show off their wood. That was impossible, so check out all that wood here and choose your own favorite.

The final part of my celebration is a bit selfish. I've decided to make a list of my top three stories in different categories. Check them out for the first time, or enjoy them all over again.

Please help me out and vote for your favorite genre at the end of the list.  Remember you have to ask for what you want or Dirty Debbie can't give it to.


Blowjobs
Debbie Does You #3
Fuck Me Like You Fuck Her – Part Two
Now It’s Face to Face (Delight Part Two)

Masturbation
The Unlocked Door – Part One
Tell Me
Bath Time For Debbie

Bondage and Force
You Are Mine! (Part Two-The Maid Gets Made)
Is It Safe?
Give It Up Woman
 
Threesomes
Debbie Does You #2
Let’s Enjoy The Buffet
The Unlocked Door – The Finale

Fetish and Kink
Winter Storm
You Are Mine –  Part One
Strapping It On For Him – Part Two




A thank you to all my readers, new and old.

The Unlocked Door-Part 2

Please read Part One (The Unlocked Door) before enjoying this story.

So there I sat, the cop sitting across from me continuing the script from my Talk Dirty To Me chat room. I didn’t mind being reminded….
These words became a lot more real that I ever thought they would. My cop started doing his part, almost immediately. It was his hands that I felt running into my wet pussy. It was his teeth that bit down on my nipples. He was firmly telling me what a slut I was as he kept reading the chat. It was perfection, my pussy being played with at the same my tits are being nibbled, and I’m being told what a damn slut I am.

[Dirty Debbie note: for easier reading of Debbie's chat click on the pictures of the screen]

He got about this far when he stopped to unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly. I could easily see his stiff bulging dick. He kicked his shoes off and took off his pants. His cock was a lot more comfortable, at attention and his one eye starring at my pussy. He put the laptop on the table as he moved close enough tease my wet slit with his cockhead. He kept reading from the script I had seemed to have written for him.

I may not to have been able to move much, but I sure could feel his slippery, hot, rock hardness filling up my tight cunt and stirring me up from the inside. He got it all back from me too, my velvety wet pussy hugged him with each thrust.
I didn’t need the script to tell me when to moan, I knew exactly when to.
He would thrust a few times, teasing me by stopping to read some more to me, then he’d shove his hot rock hard cock into me again. A few more thrusts and then a few more lines from the script. It was becoming fucking agonizing.

At that point neither of us could take the fact I was firmly fastened to a dining room chair. The cop positioned me to his liking and so he could follow the script:

I heard the door open again. This time it was different, the sound of a key turning in a lock prefaced the steps walking down the hall.
I knew who it was, and I knew how he would find me, my ass in the air moaning as a complete stranger, a cop no less, fucks my slut brains out.

As before, that’s another story.

Monday Cross Post #5

My work as a full-fledged Fellatrix at The Fellatrices continues.

I now have regular postings there every Sunday.

Again, I urge you to both enjoy my full story on that site and enjoy the stories of my fellow Fellatrices.  This one is from my archives.



Below is the tickler to help encourage you to read the entire story













“Fuck I’m going to love using you up this time bitch”, he said as he started to take off his pants. Michael was quickly out of his clothes and obviously ready for me. I stayed where I was for the moment not knowing what he wanted next. His cock looked so damn good, but this time I was afraid to approach him.



Now read and enjoy all of You Are Mine-Part Two

Monday Cross Post #1

I've finally started my work as a full-fledged Fellatrix at The Fellatrices.
My posting will be there every Sunday. I will cross post a section of it here on the following Monday. I urge you to both enjoy my full story on that site and enjoy the stories of my fellow Fellatrices.




Next I moved onto the last comfort of Friday, my car. She's new and she's hot. I recently bought a Sangria Red 2008 Ford Mustang GT Deluxe. I jumped into my sporty bucket seat, pulled out of parking garage, and began the 25 mile course home. I was so ready for this, I got near to soaking my panties as I turned up the music after I heard it was Nine Inch Nails little love song, Closer playing.
I couldn't help think of CJ on the way home. Just the thought of his smiling face, with that cute dimple of his waiting for me, made me more anxious to get home. My mind wandered even more as I kept up with the beat of the music and shifted gears. I thought of the smell of CJ, his smooth skin, and his little cute ass. I think I sighed aloud as I let my mind indulge in the mere thought of my lover waiting for me at home.

Now read all of Honey I'm Home.

You Are Mine! - Part II (The Maid Gets Made)

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Now It’s Face To Face (Delight Part II)

Been sure to enjoy the first part of my delight here.

Yes, the night was young, but my body already felt as though it would explode before the night was over.
Mark didn’t seem to miss one lick or one tug on the chain attached to my nipples. He tongue was slowly exploring each petal of my inner lips and it felt wonderful. It was feelings like this, being able to experience every move of his tongue and mouth, that made me shave my pussy lips bare. Every once in a while his tongue would dive deeply into my wet hole; he would tug especially hard on the small lassos around my erect nipples. I would scream out from pure pleasure and pull against my restraints. The frustration was driving me crazy and his tongue was bringing me to the brink.
“I’m going to cum babe if you keep that up”, I moaned out.
But I guess that wasn’t in his plan. He stopped the tittie play and lapping at me.
“Oh no Deb, not until I tell you that you can”, he said.
He got up off the bed and instructed me to lie still. He took the nipple chain off and removed the blindfold.

In spite of the fact that I was bound and naked looking at Mark was a comfort.
He looked so handsome, he cock was at attention for, and he was smiling gently at me. I smiled back, letting him know that I was right where I wanted to be. It had been a long time since I was enjoyed by a man this much. It felt so real and good.
But he wasn’t ready to free me yet. I was to be bound to the bed for now. He got on the bed beside me and ran his hands up and down my legs. I wanted to return the favor, to touch him, but if I kept thinking about it, the more frustrated I became.

He positioned himself over my face and lowered his balls onto my lips.
“Suck my balls”, he asked, telling me that he had shaved them just for me.
As he got so close to me, and I could smell his musk, a shiver ran up my back and I arched it a bit. Now it was my turn to pleasure him, as he did me, with my tongue. My first taste of Mark consisted of small concentric circles around his balls, first the right, then the left, and then back again. They were a real treat, smooth, tight, full. They seemed to be made for my mouth. Mark was almost as vocal as me and I like that in a man. Because of this, I was able to tell he was enjoying himself. He moaned and cursed me and it just made me wetter. His cock throbbed against my face and I wanted it, but I knew I couldn’t ask for it. Mark would tell me when I should have it. After teasing him with the licking, I sucked his nuts into my mouth. He moaned loudly, took his thick cock into his hand and began to slap my face with it. “You fucking whore”, he yelled at me as he did. I didn’t care, the feel of his hot stiff flesh against my cheeks made me know exactly what I was, I was his.

I still splayed out, still bound, and now it seems forever his.
With nothing more than a soft moan, he pushed his red swollen mushroom head between my lips. I instinctively opened my mouth and he entered me for the first time, through my wet cock-hungry mouth. I licked at him first, closing my eyes and falling into the moment. Then I took him deeper, sucked him more, and listened to his approval: “ooohh, yesss”, he seemed to hiss deeply at me.
He ran his fingers through my hair as he pushed his cock down my throat, testing my claims of being a good sucker. I breathed deeply through my nose and took him all in until my nose hit the small patch of hair above his cock he hadn’t shaved. His balls slapped my chin and as I looked up at him I could see his more rapid breathing and I listened as his moans turned to groans. I moved my head up and down, at least as much as possible considering my situation so he could my fuck my face.
His hot dick easily slid in and out of my mouth as I sucked with each thrust. I could feel him growing inside me each time so I assumed when he pulled out of me with a loud *pop* it was to keep from feeding me that hot jizz of his.
He began to smack me again, this time with a harder, hotter cock that was covered with my own saliva.

When Mark felt that I had enough of his sweet punishment he got of the bed and stood next to me. I turned my head to look at him as he said,
“Now Debbie, now tell me how to free you”.
I was so wet, so hot, so turned on I felt as though I could barely speak. My answer came out quickly, but only as a hoarse whisper,
"Now, Mark... God, please, now!"
"Fuck me... I want to feel your cock in my pussy, I want to feel you cum inside me."

I guess those were the magic words. I saw his cock twitch as I said them. A smile came to his face. He moved to my left ankle and began to remove my restraints.
That would be the only way for us to enter each other.

Now It’s Face To Face (Delight Part I)

Don’t forget the previous installment here.
If you want to go the beginning start here.

We got to the room and as the door opened it was as though a door was opening on a brand new world.
I looked up at Mark as I walked into the room. He smile was so inviting and compassionate.
He put the Do Not Disturb sign on the door, and double locked it.

Now that we were together in the room, I realized that Mark seemed to remember all my sexual preferences, quirks, fetishes, and the level of my kink factor.
To begin with he had gotten the room before we had lunch. This gave him time to set up his own playthings. They were lined up on the desk across from the bed.

As I looked from the bed, to the desk, and back to Mark, he was closer, held me, and kissed me. There it was, the feel of a man’s lips on mine, the feel of his tongue beginning to explore my mouth. The newness and at the same time the familiar made it easy for me to trust him and begin my own exploring.
As I warmed up and seemingly melted into him, he seemed to take over. After so long without the true and real attention of a man I was ready to succumb. I was more than willing to just let him be the aggressor and take me.

Then he seemed to read my mind, and took over. He undid my zipper to take my dress off. He was pleased that I had obeyed his requests, and told me so. I stood there in front of him smiling, wearing black stockings with a lace and satin garter belt. My prettiest bra was a lace maroon one and I was still in my shoes.
He removed my bra deftly and flicked his tongue across my nipples, quickly and just once. I softly moaned.
“I can’t wait to hear more of those moans Deb, it’s so much better than an email”
I assured him that he wouldn’t be disappointed.
"Now, get on the bed" he commanded
Sparks flowed through me when I heard him say that.
I crawled onto the king sized bed with child like abandon.
He came over with bondage bands and tied my wrists and ankles to the bed.
I was enthralled, but didn't say a word.
He looked so good, in his navy suit, crisp white shirt, and matching tie and handkerchief. I could see the bulge that was forming in his crotch.
"I know what you like Debbie", he said standing at the foot of the bed.

It was too true. He pulled his zipper down slowly and loosened his belt. He released his cock and my eyes were able to drink in his manness for the first time.
He was rock hard, thick, and had shaved tight balls that were draped outside his fly. He was just delicious and tempting looking like no other man I’ve been with. He was satisfying one of my favorite fetishes and he knew it. I knew I was just staring, but I couldn’t help it. I was picturing all the wonderful things he would do to me with that fine rod.
He didn’t say a word and just started to slowly stroke himself and smile at me as he watched me squirm against my restraints.
“How are you doing so far Debbie?”, he asked, still stroking.
“I’m good, and getting better by the minute”
“I can tell honey, I can tell”, he said, almost chuckling as he glanced up and down my body.

Mark moved to the side of the bed, undid his tie, and took off his shirt. He kicked off his shoes and pulled his socks off, but still that hard dick was framed by navy blue trousers.
He kneeled on the bed, he was now close enough for me to smell his musk and I got hotter. This time he did something I didn’t expect, he told me to lift up my head, then blindfolded me with his tie.
I was thrust into a world of darkness, an intensity of sensuousness that made me aware of every square inch of skin on my body, and an excitement that only anticipation brings.
I heard the rustling of more clothing so I assumed that Mark had stripped himself naked. Then it was the feeling of another body on the bed with me. I could feel his breath on my neck right before he kissed my throat, my neck, and ears. He moved softly to my mouth and back down to my neck again. This time he kept going until I could feel licking in the depths of my cleavage. I wanted to hold him, run my hands over his shoulders and through his hair. I automatically pulled against my restraints again. I heard Mark laugh softly as I did so and he told me not to bother.
I relaxed again, enjoying being worshipped in my own dark pleasure trip.
“This doesn’t seem fair, I can’t reciprocate”, I said
“That’s the point”, Mark answered.
He continued with “I’m delighting in you now Deb, you’ll have your chance”.
Then it was the wonderful feeling of my nipples being suckled that caused me to moan out. I was convinced that he had committed all my emails to memory. He remembered all the things I told him I liked. But when I thought about it I knew all his preferences too and I was just bidding my time to make him feel just as good.
The sound of sucking filled the room as Mark hungrily nibbled and suckled on my nipples. He stopped for a moment and I heard rustling again. A cool feeling of metal was the next feeling I had on my tits. Mark then attached nipple clamps. The pressure was adjustable and he told me to tell him when it got too uncomfortable. I let him tighten them, but I could still feel metal across my tits. He began kissing my tits, then worked his way lower, licking and kissing my stomach, navel, and then I felt his breath on my shaved mound.
His next trick was so intense I almost came. He gently parted my inner lips with his tongue and ran down my hot slit and back again to my clit while at the same time he yanked on that metal chain I felt earlier. My hard nipples were pulled on perfectly as I felt his tongue on my swollen clit.My moan was loud this time and I bucked against the ties holding me down.
“Oh god what next?” I moaned out.

“The night is young”, is all Mark would say.

The Walls Have Ears - Finale

Be sure to enjoy Part Two before the finale.







My pussy had been tortured almost beyond it’s limits by now. I was aching in different ways all over. My arms and legs ached from being stretched, my pussy ached from the teasing and attention, and even my nipples were aching from being so erect.

CJ knew I was perfectly ready for him. He got on the bed and ran his cockhead up and down my wet, hot slit. I moaned out and Mike started stroking his cock, it seemed as though his loved the sound of moans and sighs. CJ slapped my swollen clit with his cockhead and it made me start to beg for it.
“Fuck me, stop teasing and just fuck me!”, I moaned out
The next feeling was that of fleshy hot steel parting my soft pussy lips. I screamed out this time as CJ thrust deep and hard into my cunt. My tight wetness hugged him and easily fell into the pace he created for us.
But remember we weren’t the only ones in the room. Mike was as close to the bed as he could get and was tugging faster on his dick. I watched Mike as I was fucked and he really enjoyed it, but wanted more from me, “Moan bitch, and let him know you love that cock”.

That wasn’t hard for me, and I aim to please.
“Fuck I need that cock”, I moaned out to CJ.
He bent over and sucked my tits without missing a beat. I was writhing against my bonds now and both CJ and Mike were picking up the pace.
I was close to the edge and moaned out that I wanted to cum.
“Bathe those balls baby, you know I love to make you cum”, CJ said breathlessly in between thrusts.
He slowed down, pulled halfway out of me and started playing with my clit. I moaned more as he played with that special spot and stirred my pussy.
“You damn slut”, Mike yelled at me as he massaged his balls. I could see his leaking and throbbing cock; he needed to cum as badly as I did.
CJ kept playing and smiling at me then slammed into me at just the right time. I moaned out in ecstasy, that was it. I came all over the fucker’s nuts.
Mike stroked and stroked harder.
CJ told him to drain his balls on my face.

I kept my face turned towards Mike as CJ kept pounding me. He was definitely enjoying my cunt and was about to shoot his hot goo into it.
Mike was stroking so fast it was making me hotter, if that was possible. There is something about the sound of a guy beating his meat that I find an extreme turn on.
I bucked against CJ’s thick cock and moaned out as he hit my g-spot again and I was cumming for a second time. Just as I opened my mouth Mike unloaded on me. He hit my tongue and lips with marksman like ability, and then sprayed the rest of my face.
I turned back towards CJ and licked my lips, eating Mike’s cum. Well that must have done it for CJ, he groaned and plunged one last time into me and exploded. His nuts drained into my hot pussy.

CJ pulled out of me and I went limp against my bonds.
“I hope this all you expected Mike”, I said as he was pulling up his pants.
“Oh yes and more, it was amazing to finally see the two of you in action”, he answered.
“You’re welcome anytime, maybe even join in if you want”, CJ said.
“That would be an honor”, Mike replied.
Mike quietly showed himself out as CJ began to untie me. Once untied I sat up and licked at his cock to clean him up.
As I sucked his balls clean, he started to get hard again.
But, as always, that’s another story.

The Walls Have Ears - Part Two

Enjoy Part One first

As I lay on the bed, vulnerable, the air from the slow moving ceiling fan gliding across my hardening nipples, I knew that tonight would be very exciting, for everyone involved.

CJ propped my head up on two pillows then kept up his sweet torture. It began with attaching my chained nipple clamps. He licked across my nipples several times then tugged at the chain. I moaned out, not loudly, in sheer delight.
I knew that CJ was enjoying himself; I could see the bulge that proved it. CJ saw me look at him and he rebuked me for it.
“It’s not time yet bitch, you know that”, he said sharply.
I replied with a simple a nod.
He leaned over and kissed me, he’s one of the best kissers I’ve ever known, always so warm. I remember one time I came by just him holding me and kissing me. It is always such a turn on for me. His kisses made my hips move towards him and I gave small tugs at my restraints. I could feel the heat of my pussy rising as I was falling into my pleasure zone.

He lifted up off me and said, “Now it’s time bitch”
He stood and took off his shirt, unzipped his pants and took them off, then grabbed at the elastic of his shorts, pulling them down, His stiff thick cock jumped out at me, my pussy ached more.
He yanked harder this time on my nipple clamps and insisted that I tell him I liked his cock.
Another soft moan escaped before I answered, “Yes sir, yes you have a fine hard cock and I want it”
“Not yet, you know that bitch”, he answered.

I know that first he wanted pictures of me. He went over to his night table and pulled out the video recorder this time, usually its just stills he wants. He put it on the tripod leaning against the wall. His cock was bouncing with his movements, his balls were tight, and fuck I wanted it all.
“Now show the camera that pussy baby”
I lifted up my hips high, straining against the cuffs as he leaned in with the camera. He spread my lips wide and kept filming my damp pink pussy.
When he had enough of me tied up and my wet cunt he put the camera back on the tripod, still running and dove without warning into my pussy. His tongue split my swollen pussy lips and slurped up and down my hot slit.

This time my moans were not soft. This time I screamed out in ecstasy. I squirmed against the cuffs, it drove me wild, not being able to squeeze his head with my thighs, or run my hands through his hair, or dig my ankles into his neck. Yes, sweet torture. I moaned and sighed with each expert lick at my inner lips, with each suck on my hard clit, and with each time his tongue entered me.
Then I heard it, two knocks and the door closing.
CJ nodded and softly said, “I know”.

Mike found the bedroom, probably by following my moans. His eyes popped out when he saw me tied to the bed, but I smiled to let him know that everything was all right.
“We’ll need a photographer tonight Mike, that OK with you?”, CJ said.
Mike seemed to just stammer his answer, “Yes, of course, I just wanted to watch you guys”
“Oh and Mike you look very uncomfortable in those pants all of a sudden”, I said.
He seemed to tear off his clothes in a flash. His cock was handsome and almost at full attention for me.
“We’re all yours buddy”, CJ said to Mike.
Mike told CJ that he wanted to see what he did that made me scream that way I do.
He moved behind the camera and zoomed in on CJ diving down on me again. I squirmed against my restraints as he slurped at my pussy and inserted one finger, then another. His tongue flicked around my clit as he finger fucked me. I moaned out. Mike was filming us, turning me on more, making me feel even sluttier, and his hand moved to his balls. Mike started playing with himself as CJ brought me to the edge and then pulled back, teasing me, continuing his torture.
I think that Mike was aching as much as I was by now, I could see his precum glistening and my pussy felt like it was soaking.

“Now how about I really make her scream, that sound good to you Mike?”, CJ asked.
“Damn straight”, Mike answered.
CJ climbed onto the bed and put a pillow under my ass, this made me strain against the cuffs, but gave a better entrance for him. Mike changed the position of the camera to get a better shot. CJ told him to just let it run and to come over to the side and watch us.
“This is what I wanted to see”, Mike said as he eagerly took his place beside the bed.

The Walls Have Ears - Part One

A note, thanks to Mike for giving me an idea that I ran with, making this story possible.





Sometimes the written word can’t truly express some things that go on in the bedroom. One thing that isn’t usually expressed here is the fact that I’m a screamer. Most of the time it’s as though the waves I feel exploding through out my pussy move their way upward, fill my lungs, and move out of my mouth in glorious loud moans. They leave any man I’m with no question that I have been fully satisfied.

Naturally, this can cause embarrassment if not contained when necessary. Examples include when you’re staying at your mother’s home, or have a roommate, or as CJ and I have experienced, live in a condo. We love the place we moved into last fall, it’s out of the city, is more family friendly, there is more green around us, but there are still 11 other units in our area.

So I really sing out when I have sex, so what. My version of a love song is even more intense when it has been a week or so since my last encounter with CJ. One of these love-making encounters just happened the other evening and I think I’ve begun to worry CJ.
The next day when I got home from work CJ told me that he was starting to think about what the neighbors must think of us. I suppose at times it must sound as though I’m being tortured, but my torture is sweet and enjoyed like nothing else. He continued to let me know that he asked the neighbor next to us, Mike, if he had heard us.
I immediately got offended that he would do such a thing, but that quickly wore off and I became fascinated.
“So what did he say?”
To quote Mike, “Duh! Yes I had”, CJ answered
CJ wondered if I shouldn’t tone things down as long as we’re living in a condo unit.
I said, hell no. I don’t change myself for that.
“Plus I bet he’s loving it”, I said teasingly.

We continued expressing our love to each other in the bedroom with no restraints. We kept seeing Mike on the stairs or in the hallway every so often and I always smiled knowingly at him.
Finally, one evening when I was feeling especially frisky I stopped him in the hallway and told him that I knew CJ and asked him about my moans of pleasure.
He broke down at admitted to me that he had been waiting for me to say something to him. He had been listening for weeks and it had been turning him on for just as long. He felt as though something had been awakened that he had never known existed. I knew what that something was; he was a voyeur and had never indulged his fantasies before.
Once finding out there was a man nearby that was turned on, I had to help. I thought for a moment and came up with a plan. I told him that the next time he heard my moans to come over to our place, knock twice and let himself in with the key I gave him.

Our next love-making evening came only a few days later and it was especially ‘interesting’. CJ played with me like a toy, in one of my favorite ways.
We finished a bottle of wine after dinner and CJ over took me. He insisted that I go to the bedroom and strip naked. I explained to him that I wasn’t quite ready this evening, I hadn’t shaved for a couple of days. He kindly offered to do it for me, in time.
Then he whispered the ‘cue word’ to me. CJ and I have cue words that let one or the other know that they wanted to play one of our set scenarios. The word he spoke to me was “bitch”. This was one of my favorite cues. I smiled said “I love you”, and continued with what I had to do.
I stripped down, while CJ was telling me that I wasn’t moving fast enough. I quickened my pace and moved to the bed, lying on my back. By now, CJ had gotten my special electric razor. He gave me a few small kisses between my navel and my landing patch, and then started his trim job. He deftly moved around my pussy lips and trimmed up my patch. I was smooth and more sensitive as ever.
“Assume the position bitch”, CJ commanded.
I moved to the middle of the bed and CJ walked around it, at each corner he pulled out the under bed restraints that were always there. Each corner had a cuff attached to a connector strap underneath.
He tied me down to the bed, spread eagle and began his torture.
I knew tonight would be full of moans and I knew what that meant.
The moans continue next time...

Butter and Rope - Part Two

Part Two
This story is one that was inspired from a combination of two chats over the course of a week. So, check out Part One first.

The next time I encountered my lover online I had just received my bath time bunny and I told him about my new arrival. He told me that he would get me all ready for my new toy.

“I need a stick of butter”, he said
He told me that he owed me one and that he was at my door again because he was making cookies and now needed a stick of butter. He promised to share.
He also let me know that this time he had much more time; his wife was away for now.
I had no qualms about telling him that I needed his cock, badly. He was nice enough to tell me that it had gotten that way from looking at pictures of my wet pussy on my website.
I told him that here was something I had been thinking about doing with him lately, but didn’t know if I should let me know.
He told me to go ahead, that it would be all right.
I told him that I was becoming obsessed with the idea of him forcing me to suck and fuck his cock.
He fell into the whole idea so quickly I didn’t wonder if he had been having the same fantasy all along.
He told me that I shouldn’t have resisted his initial advances and kisses before. And now something had to be done about it.
I explained that I had only done that because of my guilt from the previous time. I was worried that my husband would find out.
He started giving me instructions, telling me to shut up and listen to what he was demanding.
He came towards me and came close to plain tearing me clothes off me.
“Your arms behind your back, now!”, he barked at me.
I do as he says and Mr. W pushes me onto my knees.
I turned my head to avoid his glare as he told me that my husband would find out what a slut I am.
He unzipped his pants, my eyes turned instinctively to him and widen at the site of his cock popping out of his pants.
I know I’m being bad. I know I shouldn’t notice, but I can’t help it. I just had to blow him. I could smell his musk and lean over to drool on his dick, literally. I spit on his cock, but he pushed me away. My tits pushed out far because Mr. W was behind me tying my hands behind my back.
When done he comments on how long my nipples are and toys with them.
The feel of the restraints and the site of hard cock were really turning me on.
My thoughts are brought back to my reality with a very hard twisting of my nipples. I was purely his plaything. I couldn’t move.
“You’re going to deep throat my cock woman”, he said almost triumphantly.
“No” I moaned out, refusing.
“I will fuck your mouth bitch”, he demanded again.
“No I can’t suck you, I shouldn’t”, I replied pleading with my capture.
He grabbed my hair and forced my lips open, gates for him, for the meal he was about to feed me. He instructed me not to bite, and I answered with a whimper of
“No sir, I won’t bite”
He pushes his cock slowly down my velvety channel. I succumb to my nature and start sucking, slobbering, and lapping at his fine cock. I make his cock just plain sloppy.
All of a sudden he was three-quarters of the way in and I gagged. I apologized,
“I wasn’t ready sir”
“Take it bitch”, he yelled at me.
I suck harder, my cheeks becoming concave as he fucked my face, in and out rapidly.
I was stuck and all I could do was suck, moaning as he used my face as his fuck hole.
As my tits started bouncing with the thrusts, he shoves his cock almost all the way down my throat.
He grabbed at my nipples and tugged hard, of course making my pussy seem to swell and forcing me to moan and hum on his dick. He pumps me deep and goes into a full-fledged face fuck. I just look up at him as I keep eating his meat. My lips thick and red.
I’ve masterfully taken him all in and all Mr. W can see now are his sensitive balls and they are resting on my chin.
He kept at my tits, twisting, twisting harder. My snatch was steaming and wet.
“Suck my cock, keep sucking honey”, he groaned out.

Then he changed his mind, telling me that he wanted some ‘lady juice’ on his cock.
He pushes me onto the floor, my face to the floor, my hands still tied, and my ass in the air. My pussy soaking, exposed, there just for him.
“Ohh look at that target, bitch!”, he exclaimed
I turn my face to the side and try to see.
Next I feel a quick lick on my swollen puffy pussy lips and shudder and moan out.
“You surprised me sir, thank you”
All the anticipation and cocksucking had brought me to the brink and the licks made me ache to cum.
His tongue plunged into my hot love hole and explores every crevice of my cunt.
My wrists twist against bondage.
Before I have a chance to take another breath Mr. W delved to the depths of my pussy with his rock hard cock at the same time telling me how my husband isn’t going to like what he’s doing to me.
“Smack my bad ass, smack me while you fuck me”, I pleaded.
He complied and spanked me until my cheeks were red. It was to his benefit too; with each slap, my pussy hugged his dick.
He pulled out of me and turned me around again, on my knees, facing him.
“Suck now, you’re my sex slave pig”, he commanded.
“Yes sir, that’s right, I forgot I’m your cock pig”, I answered
I took him back into my mouth, but this time I could taste my tangy juices on him.
One of my tits is the next part of body to receive attention. As he slams harder into my mouth one hands slides up to a happy tittie. His caress are the opposite of his what his cock is doing to my mouth, they are gentle, sending sensations from my nipples to my stomach. He tells me how my big tits are warm and heavy in his hand, going on to tell me that I am his pig, his tramp. I nod my head in answer to his curses.
He twists at my nipple and I take him deep into my throat and moan on him.
Now he tells me that he needs to release and I can taste his salty precum as it hits my tongue.
He asks me where I want him to spray me this time.
“Push me down on my face again”, I replied.

Finish it up with me in Part Three.

The Hot e-mail, Bound to be With You

Don't miss the first and second emails

I sit here, once again alone in my office and the only thing running through my mind is your last email. I’m touched by both the tenderness and the straight physical power you described to me.
One last line is alive in me Reply Debbie, reply and tell me how to fuck you.
The pleading, the wanting, I must answer you and I must do it now. So I send to you the closing of our magical first time together.

After our ‘appetizers’ we lie together on the bed. As you hold me I take in your musky smell along with mine. Your kisses are soft, yet penetrating. I know in my mind that we still need to be closer. I express this with my body, pushing myself closer to you. My still erect nipples brush against the hair on your chest; you pull me closer and massage my ass cheeks. Our mouths part and I nuzzle in your neck. I feel a warm, small breeze in my ear. It is your breath; the words carried on that breeze are much stronger:
‘ I have to be inside you Debbie - tell me how you want me to give this raging cock to you.’
I sigh, and watch you witness my tits heave with just the thought of what you said. Because of the way you want me I am free in my sex.

I instruct you to open the large black bag I brought with me. Up until now it has been sitting passively on the chair near the bed.
Because we have been cybering and hot emailing for a while I feel at ease telling you what I want from you now. I see you smile knowingly as you look into my ‘toy bag’; I want to be yours 110% and the only way I know to feel that way is to be bound for you. I can tell a lot of this may be new to you, so I kindly yet seductively lead you through what needs to be done. It’s an easy step-by-step process and it’s turning me on just giving you the instructions. I lie flat on my back and we begin, together on an exciting sensual journey.

Step One: attach my nipple ‘jewelry’, and make sure it’s nice and tight. It’s a simple concept-two gold loops encircle my nipples and are connected by a gold chain.
You do this deftly, finishing it off with lovely small kisses on each breast.

Step Two: attach the smaller leather cuffs to my wrists and tie them to the headboard behind me.

You straddle me to do this and your hot hard dick brushes against my warm damp skin, we smile at each other.

Step Three: attach the larger leather cuffs to my ankles and tie each one to the posts at the foot of the bed.

Ah, you step back and admire your handy work. Not bad for a beginner.
My arms are straining above my head, my nipples are encased in golden bands, and I am in a forced spread eagle position. My pussy glistens with my own cum and your saliva, the petals of that now soaked flower are puffy, almost pouting. My dark rosebud clit has swollen again and peaks out of its inner sanctum.
Look, and see….
I am totally yours now. I’m attached to a bed. My aching, musky pussy is calling to you in all the ways she knows. You must take me and fill me up and I tell you, or is it beg you, to take me.

You position yourself between my spread but clipped wings and lean over to kiss me. I return the kiss, deeply probing your mouth, faintly tasting my tart juices. You explore my neck next, then my ears, all tenderly, but with a purpose.
I squirm. You move to my breasts and lap at my milky mounds.
My nipples harden more and strain against their loops.

And another big thank you to CJ and his photography skills

You bring them between your teeth and bite.
I moan out, twist more, and produce more nectar in my pussy. I cannot escape you now, and I wouldn’t want to.
As you smile, tickle, and tease me I can tell that you easily falling into our little ‘game’. I am your personal plaything now and the excitement starts to bring small drops of pre-cum to your cockhead, reminding me of the nectar that can be pulled from honeysuckles in the summer.
‘Now, now, I must have you’, I manage to moan out as I wriggle more.
You grab your cock and finally, finally introduce it to my pussy by running the head of that hot meat of yours between my lips. You keep teasing and pull back again, this time spreading my pussy wide with one hand while the other bitch slaps my clit with your cock. I moan out as you do this, my squirming has turned into something more closely to that of a leashed animal.
‘Fuck me, stab me that handsome cock’ I yell as I make an attempt to tilt my hips towards you.

You can no longer wait.
I see you move closer.
Then…
Ahhhhh….that heat….that hardness…that perfection.
You drive your seemingly steel rod deep inside my tight, wet, velvety cave.
You groan as you finally feel my cunt hugging your dick. Leaning over me a little more you pick up the pace of your strong thrusts. I writhe underneath you, helplessly being wonderfully fucked.
Slowing down your pace, you tease me more, but it’s only to send a different sensation. You grab the chain connecting my nipples and pull hard as you start to fuck me even harder.
You are turning this into a fuck-rodeo!

Holding onto me only by the nipple chain, each tug bringing that extra special pleasurable pain, at shoots more of that tingling ache to my pussy which is then greeted by a thick hard cock fucking it.
Again, the pace quickens, this time I cannot let it slow down.
Our moans are filling the hotel room and the exhibitionist in me is hoping we are turning on the whole floor. I am drunk on cock. I strain against my confines;
I can do nothing or be nothing but fucked, gloriously…fucked fucked FUCKED!
I feel it…..I feel it.
That initial tightening.
As a reflex, I moan out then. You let go of the cord; nibble my tits and neck and slam fast and hard into me. Your breathing is rapid, your groans animalistic.
Oohhh now….
‘I’m cumming – fuck yes, it’s that cock!’, I yell out as I feel the waves of orgasm envelope my pussy and in turn sends all that love up against your hot meat.
Oh – oh…the relief…the god-damned relief!
With only a few more thrusts you soon follow me.
You fuck, groan, and ultimately bury your cock so deep that your balls slap against me.
Now it’s your turn….you moan out only my name:
‘Debbie, fuck, Debbie’
Stopping your thrusts, you explode deep inside me. Your aching balls drain into me. You sigh, staying inside me and fall on top of me. I can tell relief is the same caliber as mine. I purr as I revel in the moment, and then softly say to you:
‘Please untie me…”

Yes, so there is our first time together, as I see it. Thanks for the great time and I can’t wait to see you out there on the ‘net again

Always,
===debbie