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Take-off text

Before MYC would send me a cock pic on Wednesday, he told me, “You can’t keep it…” Fuck. I promised to be a good girl and was rewarded with a close up of his right hand wrapped around that delicious shaft. After a crescendo of dirty texts, he blew a load in his hotel room and I slipped into bed next to my sleeping husband and used my magic bullet to find quiet release.

Thursday night’s text exchange with MYC heated me to a fever pitch, ending with The Husband getting a phenomenal cock sucking, another magic bullet session for me and a fine fuck. Pure collateral damage.

Just as MYC’s plane was taking off for home on Friday afternoon, he texted, “I wish I had an extra 10 minutes,” ostensibly to hook up for a blow job. But he had a dinner to attend and needed to hit the road as soon as he landed.

“Fuck you,” I replied, and followed up with “5?!” and “3?!” Hell, I could rock his world in two minutes.

Alas, no MYC minutes for Kinky. For now…

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Sore and bruised

If you would have told me when I awoke Monday morning that I was going to have an hour-long fuck fest with MYC later that day, I would have said you’re full of shit.

Now that I have time to sit down and write about and reflect on the experience, I am still in a mild state of disbelief that it took place…at my house, in my bed.

The texting started mid-morning, so I had an inkling of an eventual hook up—one that involved me picking him up. His ride has a vanity plate that somewhat compromises his anonymity.

fullsizeoutput_1abcLast week, I had shared with him that The Husband was going to be out of town for a couple of days, implying that my house would be more or less safe for a play date. After a few years of almost weekly encounters at my house, we agreed some time ago to stop the practice. Since then, you could count on one hand the number of times we have violated that rule.

Little did I know I was going to be violated in all kinds of delicious ways that day, leaving me sore and bruised. My ideal state.

Although I had planned on working from home that day, I decided to go to the office for a little bit to check the mail, pick up my favorite cock, etc. MYC was going to drop off his car for an oil change one block away and meet me at my parking deck. That he was the one to suggest my house first that day was quite titillating. I had suggested it the previous week, but the stars did not properly align. That time, we met at the apartment.

img_4459Around noon, he let me know he was walking my way. I quickly gathered my things and headed to my car. He was waiting for me just outside the deck’s exit gate. As soon as he was seated, I reached over and caressed his cock, which hardened instantly.

We spent the 10-minute ride to my house touching, talking dirty and building tension.

When we arrived, I unlocked the door and he followed a few moments later. You know, so it wouldn’t look so obvious to anyone who might be watching. Ha! We went to the sun room (which has BIG widows that look into both neighbors’ back yards) for a few minutes, where I licked and sucked his cock, before I led him back inside to the seclusion of my bedroom. He seemed a little apprehensive, but at this point, I thought “go big or go home,” damn it! I wanted this man naked on my bed!

And that he was!!! Oh, honey, I was a happy slut.

“Get that pussy on my face,” he ordered as he stretched across the bed. As I began to grind and pinch my nipples hard, his mouth worked its magic on my swollen clit and cunt, eliciting an incredibly intense climax, the first of many.

“How mean and dirty do you want me to get?” he asked. That’s a rhetorical question, right? Of course I wanted it as mean and dirty as possible and I planned to help him get there. I know that a little biting goes a long way, so I employed that tactic and earned a few good, hard slaps that made me see stars. Bad girls need and deserved to be punished.

After pleas of “don’t make me cum yet,” he grabbed my calves and fucked me hard, releasing his load inside of me.

For the next hour or so, we continued to lick, suck, stroke, and fuck each other. I brought out the Magic Wand and used it on his cock and balls. Then I told him not to touch me, just watch, as I used Juan on myself…in my bed, where I often watch porn and think of playing with him.

I grabbed the bottle of lube from the bedside table and stroked him for a long time, causing pleasure-filled groans. “You know I would do this for you every day,” I said. “Oh, fuck yeah,” he hissed. It’s true. What man doesn’t want to know that a slut craves a daily dose of his cock?

As we began to get dressed, I remembered that there was one more bad and dirty thing I wanted from him. In the heat of the moment(s), I had forgotten about one of my favorite implements—a long piece of Masonite that The Husband and I use for spanking. MYC has broken a couple of rulers swatting my tits. I knew this sturdy tool was the right one for the job and handed it over to him with explicit instructions to whack me hard. He did so and bruises formed almost immediately. He wanted to stop, but I told him I wanted more. After a few more hits, he said, “Bitch, I am going to have to fuck you now,” and told me to bend over. When he finished, my pussy was delightfully sore and my tits deliciously bruised.

We later agreed it was one of the best Mondays, ever.