Cuffed and Stuffed

Ok, the title of this post is trite. But I avoided a play on the word "arrested," so indulge me.

I met B on adultfriendfinder. After just a few emails, we were convinced we were equally kinky and had to meet. Most of B's questions revolved around how much I squirt, and his interest intensified when I clarified that I gush rather than squirt.

Although I don't like chat--since it is something I can't do when my hands are busy, and they almost always are--I had a chat session with B. We exchanged numbers.

B and I set up a meeting for after his shift patrolling a rough section of Chicago. We decided to meet at my old marital home, which I sometimes use as a weekend getaway.

I prepared for our date--I picked up the house a little, bathed, shaved my pussy, and lit some candles. After a text from B asking about drinks, I set up a little wet bar on a bedside table. From time to time, I had to lay back and masturbate as I waited. I forced myself not to gush full-force, taking my finger off my clit each time I felt the walls of my pussy move in to kiss each other.

Off and on, we texted each other. I figured it was the least I could do to encourage a man who was working a long shift as a police officer and was still going to come over and satisfy me.

"Do i get 2 see ur trick?"

(I searched my brain for a trick, then remembered I had told B about some of my special cock-sucking techniques--see "More Fun with My Toy").

"If you convince me you deserve it."

"ohhhh, gonna do what I have 2 to see."

"You arent getting anything until your face is covered in my juices I come first and last."

"I like that!"

"I am gonna use you as a seat and grind my pussy all over your face."

"Use me any way u want."

"I will I don't need your permission you will be the one doing what I say."

"Give me a hint on a demand."

"Get between my legs and use your teeth on the sides of my clit."

"Good. Make sure ur nice and tasty!!"

"O I think you are forgetting who makes demands."

"U got me hard as a fucking rock."

"Well, maybe ill take care of that maybe i wont i tell you when and if you get off."

"Oh u really want 2 dom me huh."

"I might or might relax and let you do all the work but you better impress me"

"Use me how u want :)"

"You can count on that."

"U like ur ass rimmed?"

"Yes another nice place to use my juices."

"Good, im gonna tease that ass 2."

. . .

"Sorry back now had to take care of things you've got me hot."

"Oh save some squirting gonna slip my finger in ur tight ass when ur cumming."

"Oh god."

"U like?"

"Get over here."

"U want me 2 fuck ur ass 2?"

"No im a vigin."

"K then ill be gentle w a finger u like that though right?"

"mmmm"

"Lick it tease it slip a finger in."

"Pay attention my juices will help get things nice & wet."

Finally, B arrived. He sweetly began to take his place on my couch.

"The drinks are in the bedroom."

"Oh." He raised his eyebrows and began walking in the direction I indicated.

We sat on the bed with our drinks. After a long time (like three minutes), he placed his hand on my thigh. Looking into my eyes, he found my bare pussy and slipped in a finger.

I eased back. He began pumping my cunt with his hand, getting rewarded with a quick little orgasms that left his fingers wet. I brought his hand to my mouth and licked it before kissing him.

"Time for the trick." I patted the bed, and he laid back. I took his cock out of his jeans. It was, as he had warned me, only 7 inches--but nice and think. I liked the slight curve. He had shaved his balls, and the fresh smell of Irish Spring tickled my nose as I felt his slight stubble in the palms of my hands.

I took his already hard cock in my mouth and gave him a nice lollypop. Enjoying his moans, I repeated. It was too thick for me to take into my mouth without touching it, so I blew on it gently before lowering my mouth, opened as wide as I could, down. I then pulled up for a lollypop.

"Oh, god."

I pulled off him and grinned. "Break time."

I put one knee on each side of his shoulders and lowered my cunt onto his mouth. As promised, he began nuzzling me and licking up and down vigorously. I felt my first gush coming, and lowered my feet to the floor. With his head on the edge of the bed, I pushed my pussy onto his face.

I lifted off when I heard his muffled exclamations.

"Oh my god. That was wet. I almost drowned. You DO gush a lot."

"Too much?"

"God, no." With that, B reached between my legs and hooked his index finger into the very edge of my butt so that I had to ease forward, back over his face. He began working my ass as his tongue returned to my clit.

Thoroughly happy, I took his entire cock into my mouth. I pulled out and spit up and down it several times before blowing in a spiral motion up and down the shaft. I then bent over him and deep-throated him while he continued eating me.

After two more wet orgasms, I rolled to the side. "I want you on top." B complied, straddling my face. I did not have to tell him to fuck my face. He took the invitation of my open mouth and pumped vigorously. He pounded my pussy with what had to be four fingers. I felt myself cumming, and lifted my head--taking his cock even deeper than seemed possible while my body attempted to curl itself into a happy little ball.

"Shit! I never saw anything like that."

I pushed his thighs backwards, extricating B's dick from my throat. "Just fuck me!"

B complied. I wanted him on top of me, and he mounted me on his knees, between my parted legs. "Just fuck me," I repeated as he lowered himself and I began devouring his face.

B complied. He rode me for several minutes. "Just keep it like this," I whispered. He had my pussy highly sensitive, and I spread myself open so that my clit remained exposed to his thrusts.

I lost count of my orgasms, but I counted ten as the total early into his mounting me. I had several little ones before exploding, squeezing B out in the process.

Seeing his exposed dick, I cried for him to bring it to my mouth. I sucked him off, nearly choking when he finally released his load down my throat, the size of the load a testament to the truth of his statement that it had been two weeks since he had fucked. I swallowed as quickly as I could. Not being greedy, I opened my mouth to share. He turned away.

"More for me." I spit some cum into my hands and massaged my breasts.

We finally parted, but I cannot wait for my next brush with the police!

Welcome--The Clean Towels are on the Shelf to Your Left

We're glad you stopped in. Really.

Why play with two (or three or four) if that means leaving anyone else out of the fun?

Things get wet around here, so you do need to grab a towel and a tall glass of ice water. Help yourself to the pitcher in the fridge.

Settle in, and let me tell you about my birthday present--if I can keep my fingers on the keyboard.

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Part of our agenda for my birthday dinner had been set the week before by phone.

"You mean you really don't own any sex toys?"

"No, just the ten--five on each hand."

"All this sex, all this bragging about gushing--and you don't fuck yourself with a dildo?"

"No."

"No lube?"

"Don't be silly. Lube is redundant. Haven't you been listening?"

We had started dating the week of a period. I am not squeamish, but I don't like new partners during my period. Somehow it takes away from my favorite thing . . . laying back, opening wide, and shoving my partner's head and tongue deeper and deeper while I thrust my pussy and ass upward to meet his (or her) laps.

Because of this, S and I had been on a date and shared lots of information with our clothes on. I loved knowing that our few chaste kisses coupled with my descriptions of what I liked to do were keeping his cock hard and he was masturbating every morning before work. It was during a phone call that resulted in both of us masurbating and describing how we fucked ourselves that we decided to celebrate my birthday with a trip to the toy store.

We spent the day walking around a fun neighborhood and sharing a great meal. We headed back to the car, barely having mentioned the reason we had gotten an early start, the reason we had planned to be at my apartment by early evening.

"So, you still want to do it?"

"What?"

"You know, go to the store?"

This is one of the things I love about S. I can send him a list of ideas of things to do on Saturday, and he will still email me and formally ask me if he can have a date with me on Saturday. We're both sweet and old-fashioned that way. Here he was, asking if we were still on for our trip to the toy store and the extended play session we had planned for over two weeks.

"Oh, well of course. A girl has to have her birthday present. If I don't get it, I won't feel like you are treating me like a lady, now will I?"

S grinned and helped me into the truck. (Yes, he drives a truck--for which I was grateful once the toy was in hand--or at least in someplace. We needed to be above the line of sight of our fellow drivers, as it turned out.)

"I like this one," I said. As is typical, I forgot to even try to control my voice as I pulled a harness designed to go around one's head so that a penis protruded from the chin.

S blushed.

"These are bigger than I had in mind. I wanted a little dildo to help break in that ass," he whispered. "And some lube--I don't care what you say, I'm getting some flavored lube so I can finger and lick that little asshole until it is ready for something bigger."

I wrapped my arm around his waist, happy that this conservative-looking Irish Catholic was full of surprises. I waited for his suggestion.

"Let's try this one."

"It's a little small," I countered before I could catch myself. I forget that I developed some crazy expectations spending a decade and a half with a man of equine proportions.

"Well, it does some tricks," he grinned. Showing me that the bright-pink dildo could bend at one end so that the studs sticking up at the bottom of its eight-inch shalf could rub my clit.

The prospect of the hard nubs against my clit brought it and my nipples to life. I squeezed S around his waist, and we quickly selected his flavored lube, my mild protests subsiding at the thought of some extra encouragement to break in my uncharacteristically shy ass. We agreed to forego a small dildo to open up my ass and just to explore what could happen with S's tongue and fingers for the time being.

"I have to try it with the batteries . . . we have a no-return policy," said the pretty girl at the counter as she freed my dildo from its container. "No, no . . . can you get another one?" she said as she tried to turn it on to know avail.

Fortunately, S selected an identical dildo. I was too mesmerized and weak in the knees as I watched her long fingers around my new bright-pink friend.

She tried again. "Can you try?" she said as a large bear of a man emerged from the back room and stepped behind the counter.

"I've got the touch," he said as my big penis roared to life.

"What are you doing tonight, then?!" I asked.

S and I drove for batteries. I stayed in the car to avoid having to pay for parking and (my real motivation) to unwrap my gift. I took a quick look around and lifted my hips to pull down my panties. I slipped the dildo between my legs and began gently rocking as it massaged my slit from back to front.

"Ok, let's try this out," S said as he reached for the bag.

Feeling the empty bag, he looked at me.

"Uhm, here," I rolled to one side so he could reach under me for the dildo.

"And the lube is good, too," I let him lick my fingers as he inserted the batteries.

I slipped the big cock back into position before twisting it on.

"Oh!" I closed my eyes as it shuttered into action.

Our ride home included the most pleasurable traffic jam ever, including a lot of jokes about how S's employer would find him with his face buried in the seat, refusing to leave his car Monday morning. I brought myself to orgasm time and again, using the hard nubs to play with my clit.

"You hardly ever stick it in!" S commented.

"I'm saving myself for you," I teased as I fed him my juicy fingers.

"You saw that," I said as a taller truck roared past without S having given me a warning.

"I don't think you really mind," he grinned.