And I was saved...I was saved by a flying wild-man

-Dirty Lovers-

Fri, 26 Aug 2011 13:46:00 -0400

By EroticMudLover

The sun was shining through the bedroom window as I laid there my body naked, the bed sheet tangled around me as if I was bound. I struggled to get out of its hold and pushed it aside. I hated to open my eyes, I had an image in my head that I didn’t want to fade away, I didn’t want it to disappear before I was ready to start my day. I sighed softly and rolled to my belly, the sun shined against my closed eyes as I groaned out opening them. It was like some kind of alarm clock that never needed setting, always waking you when you least wanted it to. My lover was gone for the day, as I reached over and ran my hand where he would normally lay sleeping.

Today I decided to blow off everything and everyone and spend the day how ever I wanted to. I was feeling caged, feeling as if that kindred spirit within me was dying because I wasn’t able to spread my wings and fly, soar high like I was used to for so many years. I was feeling trapped and hating it. It wasn’t because of him, it was just everything else building up inside.

I pushed up, didn’t bother to shower, walked around the house naked going from my bedroom to the kitchen just listening and hearing nothing at all, silence an old friend that I have missed deeply. Coffee was already made, loving the set feature on the pot. Grabbed my large mug, fixed my coffee and went back to the bedroom. I sipped my coffee, read my emails, took care of a few things on my game and stood up. I raised my hands high, my back arched as my tits bounced once before settling perfectly on my chest. I lowered my arms, my hands cupped my tits, fingers and thumbs pinching my nipples till they grew hard as diamond tips and I moaned. I could feel a shiver run through me, and laughed out knowing how quickly I could just lay on the bed and finger fuck myself to this fucking great orgasm.

I moved my hands from myself, and finished my coffee sitting the mug down as I reached over and yanked a summery dress from its hanger. I raised my hands up in the air, my back curved perfectly as I slipped the dress over my arms feeling it pool around my neck and shoulders for a brief moment till I dropped my arms and felt the dress cascade down over my body. The hem tickled my upper thighs as it moved against them. I looked across the room and saw my reflection in the full length mirror. The dress was so thin she could see the light brown puckered flesh surrounding my erect nipples. I loved how the sheer fabric moved across my sensitive nubs; it was like foreplay to me. A tease that made me want to reach up and just tweak both making them hard and feel that jolt of pain as I twist and stretch them, releasing them and watching as they spring back elastic.

I ran a brush through my long dark locks, gathered it up and twisted it against the back of my head securing it with a clip. I was ready to just do whatever I pleased, nothing under my dress but my freshly shaven cunt and soft tanned flesh. I loved living in the country; I like the sound of nature, the creek that runs through my yard, the whispering weeping willow that blows freely within the wind.

Out the door I went, I could feel the heat against the soles of my bared feet as I stepped out on to the flat slate stones. “Ow.” I said and like a young school girl I leaped on to the lush green lawn. I smiled immediately as the blades of grass tickled around my feet and the pointy tips grazed my ankles lightly. I felt like I didn’t have a care in the world, the world as I knew it was behind me. My front door closed and blocked that world away as I entered my luxuriant green Eden. I strolled slowly across the back yard stopping now and then to smell the roses that have been growing wild for years. The colors were like a rainbow only the palette choice was softer shades.

I playfully ran down to the creek and stopped at the edge. The water was crystal clear, you looked into it and you could see everything upon the bottom, the pebbles, a few crayfish here and there and the green plants that grew sparsely around the large rocks embedded partially in the mud and sand mixed bottom. I stepped carefully with one foot into the water and smiled. The coolness on a hot day was relaxing. I brought my other foot in and just stomped like a young girl would as she played in a puddle of rain water, leaning her head back feeling the drops fall down upon her face.

The creek bottom was about two foot lower that the yard, the water was roughly a foot deep and then another foot from the surface to get to the grass. Tuffs of thick grass lined the edges on top, small green plants poked up through the water and hide when the small wave moved over them as I took a few steps. The hem of my dress was soaked and I could practically see through the material from the water that splashed up when I jumped. I continued through the narrow channel, carefully stepping as to not stir the water up. Every now and then I would watch a tiny fish swim ahead of me as if it knew where I was going, playing the role of the leader as I was the follower and stayed close on its tail. I watched it stop and its fins flutter under the surface as it rested on the bottom. When I got a foot away from it, it would swim ahead again and seem to look back making sure I was still there.

Ten feet ahead hung long green wisps of the old man willow as I grew up calling him. I could remember when the tree was planted and now, it towered me by many feet. As I neared it I stretched my arms out before me, parting the long tendrils covered with long thin bright green leaves. I watched as they flew around when a warm breeze blew. I stood there under them, letting them lightly whip against my skin, I laughed and twirled in the creek feeling the water move up higher on my legs and then flow back on the same path. My hair bounced on the back of my head, I reached up and squeezed the clip feeling my hair fall down my shoulders, my breasts and back. I spun again like a ballerina; one foot feeling my toes dig into the rich muddy bottom. My hair flew out, fanning around my head as I bent back, arching my back and letting the whips of the willow caress my skin.

The feeling of deja vu was felt. I looked around and I swore I could see a young girl in a short flowery dress, her hair in long twin pony tails jumping about the sides of her head as she ran barefoot across the yard laughing. She would turn and give me the biggest brightest smile and I’d smile back to her. I just watched her running to her favorite spot in the whole big yard, she would turn her head once more before disappearing and I would see her face again, it was me so long ago.

I knew the creek bed like I knew the back of my hand. I put my hands up in the air and I took a running start and ran down through the three foot wide bed. I could feel a few sharp rocks against my soft soles but it didn’t slow me down. I turned at every curve, once I felt my feet dig into the mud and my foot slip almost causing me to fall. It was if I was racing a younger version of me, but the little girl wasn’t there it was just a memory in my head of my happy place, a place I found solitude even if I got into trouble when I went back to the house.

I reached the point where the creek bed widened and led into a medium-sized pond. The pond wasn’t very deep around the edges but it had spots in the middle where it would come up about mid-thigh. There were large flat rocks all throughout it. You could lay out on some and tan, or you could lay fully on others and feel the cool water rushing over your body. Along the sides of the pond were different sizes of cedar trees, the tops bent over and designed a green canopy around the edges. Vines weaved within the tree tops like spider webs giving you a feeling of being in a jungle, or a small rainforest. This was the start of my all time favorite spot.

My feet splashed the water up my legs and onto my dress as I moved through it, lifting one foot high, plunging it into the water and then doing the same with the other. As I crawled up on one flat rock, and sat on the edge on the other side of it, I slid into a cold pool. I gasped and took a quick deep breath sucking in my tummy as the water came up around my waist. My dress floated on the surface, the thin material moving with the ripples as I stood there grinning. The rains had been heavy at times causing the creek to rise higher, though I didn’t mind. In fact I took a deep breath and held it as I bent my knees and submerged myself under the surface and stayed under for as long as I could. My feet pushed off the sandy bottom and I pushed up through the surface and gasped a breath.

I used my strength and pushed up with a jump and landed half way on the rock. I crawled onto it, my fully soaked dress clinging to me as I did. I laid there on my belly, my arms folded under my head and my eyes closed. I could feel the sun on my rounded ass as my wet dress cling upon the small of my back. I laid there for a while, I could feel the suns rays soaking up the water in my dress. I had the whole day to do nothing, I could lay there till the sun and moon met but it wasn’t the spot I wanted to be in. I pushed up and slid my bare ass across the hot rock. I moved quickly that I know!

Back into the creek again, I moved around the rocks, climbing up and over others as I found the biggest one of all right in the middle at the other end of the pond. Water flowed around it, the rock had a word spray painted upon it, ‘Kitten’. I stepped closer to it and ran my fingers along the faded neon orange K letter. A soft sigh escaped my lips as I stepped back and moved around it. Stepping back up on dry solid ground once again, I walked along the bed a few feet just looking into the dark brown pit as a smile beamed from my face. Returning to this twelve by twelve mud hole was like seeing an old friend again.

I walked a few feet further till I was where I could guess it was more solid to walk on. About the first two feet from the edge was darker and drier than the center. It was lighter in color there, you could see small dimpled where bubbles had formed and popped leaving their marks. It was protected unlike the edges from an old large cedar tree at the very end that hung over the center. The tree was semi uprooted from a tornado that blew through years back. I knew it was safe to walk under if I wanted to as it had re-rooted itself again and continued to just grow taller, shading the whole center of the mud pit.

Reaching above me I grabbed a dry curly vine that hung from tree to tree, many referred to them as grape vines. They would come out and cut long stands of the vine down, soak them in water for a day or so and then weave a bunch into a wreath and then let it dry in the sun. I curled my fingers around the thick vine and stepped forth with my right foot. I placed it on the surface and just watched as I pushed it in with all my weight. I gasped softly as I felt the mud squish up around my foot. It looked like the top of a wave how it curls over and folds back into the ocean. This was just slightly different, it curled over but it didn’t fold back in. I pushed down as hard as I could till I felt myself not able to sink my foot any deeper. I could feel the small pockets of water popping and the coolness run over my foot like tiny rivulets. I closed my eyes and just twisted my foot left and right widening the area just to feel that little tickling sensation again and again. My eyes opened when I heard a squelching sound and I smiled listening to the mud call to me once again like it used to.

My left foot moved onto the surface with my right, I pushed it in and moved it back and forth like I had the right hoping to hear that magical sound again, and did. It so hard to describe to another how that sound and the feeling of the mud squishing around your feet and up between your toes feels if you can’t appreciate and experience this pleasure that Mother Nature has given to us. True she can bring devastation and destruction but she can also bring such an erotic feeling with this type of experience that you would never imagine if you didn’t try with an open mind.

My grip was tight as I moved as if I was rocking back and forth on my feet feeling my toes curl under, feeling the mud squish up over them and then my heels sinking in deeper as I continued. I tugged up on my right foot and listened to the sound as the suction released it and I stepped out past that drier wet edge and pushed my foot into the wetter goo. I could feel myself take in a sharp deep breath and hold it. for as long as I could then release it slowly as the wet dirt accepted my foot eagerly. It’s that point where the whole feeling of it being erotic hits. I can feel the warmth form between my thighs at it seeps from my slit. I step with my left foot, nearly falling as I tug my foot out hearing a ‘pop’ as the suction around my foot breaks.

Looking up I reach with my free hand and grab another dangling vine giving it a tug to see if it will support my weight and it does. I quickly stomp the muddy surface with my left foot and sink my foot down through the rich wet soil. It splashed up at me, droplet of cool mud landing on my all over my legs and even on my clinging see thru dress. I wiggled my whole body as my arms were raised up over my head and I held tightly to those two vines. I looked down and just watched the mud oozing up from around my feet, my ankles and it continued to slowly move up my slender legs.

There was no way I could look away. My eyes wanted to close so I could savor this moment yet I needed to watch the soggy earth take my legs slowly into it as it pushed out around them. I could feel the popping of water pockets begin, the sound changed and I could hear a slushier squishing sound under my feet. The pit is fed underneath at the bottom with small cold springs. The water would come up to the surface and these little pools would form upon it. The sun had been beating down hard and hot for so long that those disappeared leaving only a slick wet glistening smooth surface.

I struggled to push myself down into it deeper and deeper. The wet ground creped up my legs nice and slow and I could feel it above my knee caps. I maneuvered within it, widening the area around my knees as I tried to squirm and shift my body around, I could hear a light gurgling and then an almost trickling sound as pockets of air and water burst around my feet. When I felt the ground no longer giving I stood there moving my hips in a slow gyration. My breasts bounced, swaying left and right as I arched back and then front again. That’s when I leaned my head back and just enjoyed the feeling of the mud sucking me into it, holding me prisoner in its earthy nature.

Releasing the vines from my fingers I stood there looking around my legs at the pushed up mud I was sunk into. Without even a second thought I bend my knees and fell back into the surface with a ‘smacking sound when my flesh kissed the moist top. My arms went straight out and I just laid there still, my dress was lifted above my shaven snatch resting upon my lower stomach. I knew if I got up my ass cheeks would be indented into the mud. I laid there for a little bit just looking up, squirming now and then as the mud pushed out from under my body. With my eyes closed and just laying there in the mud I could feel this calmness actually move through my whole body like a wave.

Bending my arm at the elbow I placed my hand on my lower stomach, my fingertips tugged the muddy dress upwards over my breasts as I wiggled and writhed in the mud till it was up under my shoulder blades and to the point I could remove it and toss it on the bank. I heard it hit with a thud as my muddy hands moved over my firm breasts. I teased my nipples, tugging them and releasing them with a lingering moan. I pulled my hands back, I placed one between my thighs and dug my fingers into the mud and slowly pulled my hand up pushing my fingers against my slightly splayed open cunt. My other hand turned and scooped up a handful of mud. I smeared it all over my left breasts and then moved to my right going back and forth covering my soft skin with the wet ground. I could feel the small granules of sand mixed in it, the sharp bits moving against my skin causing my lips to part open and my breathing to deepen.

My hips moved in the mud, my nipples tingled with each passing of my muddy hand. My other hand stroked my cunt lips, moving my four fingers against it. Each time I would slide them down I would curl my fingertips and drag up more mud. I could feel my pussy lips begin to swell through the thick coating of mud I placed upon them. I arched up and rocked my body to the left then the right and then dropped down in the mud again feeling the squishy soft surface under me give a little more.

My fingers traced my juicey slit through the caked mud, a long slender finger going up and down light and slowly. I could only imagine what kind of design I was making upon my pussy. My snatch flooded with juices on the last passing of my fingertip as my ass rose up from the mud again. This time you could hear that squelching sound, the sound when your released making me whisper out a light lingering whimper. I looked down over my mud covered breasts, my hand above them filled with a handful of fresh wet mud ready to be dumped on my tits again and then smeared. I could feel the mud up along my sides nearly covering my whole body so just a front portion of me could be seen from the knee caps up. Tanned flesh peeked from areas I hadn’t covered with mud yet, but soon would disappear from eye sight with this last handful as I turned my hand and watched it fall from it feeling it land around my belly button. I groaned out as I sucked in my stomach. My hand quickly rested on the small pile of mud and I began to smear it over every inch of me from the neck down to my shaven mud covered mound.

Each breath I took I could feel and see my breasts rise high and fall slow as my muddy hand slid along my covered flesh. I struggled to widen my knees, my thighs as my hand continued to tease my sopping wet snatch. I placed a finger on each side of my clit and parted my swollen lips open wide exposing my clit to the air. I slid my other hand down my stomach and over my muddy mound and stroked my inner walls of flesh. I could feel how the mud seemed to thin a little as my pussy juices meshed with it, mixing as I teased myself just laying there sunken in.

I knew I didn’t need to moisten my clit but with the mud being thick it helped make it easier to rub around it. I stuffed my fingers slowly inside my fuck hole; I could feel my muscles quickly contract around them like they were a stiff cock penetrating my muddy walls. My hips lifted, the slurp sound released as I began to fuck my fingers at a steady pace. I quickly pulled them out and rubbed my clit , crying out in pleasure as my other hand groped my muddy tits.

My eyes opened and I looked up at the cedar tree hanging over me, I seen a black bird on a branch watching my every move. My breathing quickened as I slid my hand down again, my cunt lips parted, my fingers tugging my clit, releasing it and dipping into the mud, raking it up along my inner walls of my lips. I pushed just two fingertips inside my hot cunt hole and teased around it. I could feel how my muscles gripped instantly around my fingertips as I moaned out again and again repeating the motion.

I began to buck my hips a little faster; I could feel the mud under my ass cheeks giving as I placed my imprints within it. I didn’t give it time to suck me back in and hold me captive, I couldn’t at this point. Teasing my self slowly was a thrill of mine. I loved how it built up my orgasms and intensified the feeling when I came. I knew if I could see myself my hot pink honey hole would be oozing with a flow of pussy juices. It would flow from my cunt hole and trickle across the muddy surface under my ass and down into the holes made around my legs. I could smell my horny delicious cunt when the light hot summer breeze washed over me whirling around in invisible gossamer.

Once again I began to stroke my inner walls of pink and mud flesh feeling the bits of sand scratching within me. I groaned out again and again. I felt my body wanting to thrash upon the mud as I laid there. I fought hard to fight the feeling of reaching that point to where I couldn’t control my orgasm. I drew my fingers out of my plush wet hole, dragging mud and pussy juices up and down my slit, teasing my clit feeling each pinch to it, each rub sent a shiver through my hips. “Oh God….” I said to the air. I could feel my orgasm building again as I slid my hand back down to the pit under me dipping them in as my palm covers my cunt rubbing as I gasp and whimper out louder than every time before.

The mud tried to capture me within its oozing goopy mass, but I wouldn’t allow it to imprison me, I couldn’t at this point. I humped the air, fucking my slick hole with my four fingers. My scent growing as it lingered stronger around me. The water pockets bursting under me now and then as my body moved in every direction. I could feel it, cold tiny puddles against my muddy skin … against my ass, my back and shoulders. I twisted, turned, rocked and bucked within the mud. My moans and cries of pleasure grew louder, my breathing quickened, I kept a steady pace, not missing a beat as I brought myself closer and closer to getting off.

The mud was like my masculine lover. It held me there; making me struggle and work for my orgasm as it released soft sounds of its own. It was like it was egging me on to the point of where I was teetering on the edge. My nipples tingled, my breasts bounced and swayed with my body as I rode my hand, my fingers driving fast and deep. I cried out as I used my thumb to caress over my hard clit with rapid circular motions. My body was trembling as my orgasm raced through it. I couldn’t even think straight as every nerve ending seemed to meet within me and just infuse as one. It was one of the most intense orgasms I have had in a long time. I felt a hot shiver run over my whole body as my creamy nectar rushed from my slick muddy fuck hole. I shoved my four fingers in hard and just bucked my hips to ride every bit of my muddy orgasm out. “Oh fuck-k, damn….” I said as I withdrew my fingers and tossed both my arms out to the side on the surface.

My breathing was erratic, my tits pushed up and fell hard and fast. I laid there; my eyes closed trying to regain my very being. It took a bit longer than I expected, I couldn’t get over how bad the orgasm knocked me for a loop, and didn’t realize how weak it made me till I tried to lift myself up out of the muddy pit. “Oh shit…I’m stuck” I cried out in disbelief looking up into the cedar tree top looming over me. I had no idea how long I was even there or even what time of day it was. I totally left everything around me go, not aware of how deep I had sunk myself in, or even the danger I could face being stuck there for who knows how long.

I struggled, moving my hips about, my ass was sunk in and the mud was covering over my hips fully. My hair was caked; the extra weight could be felt upon my head as I lifted it. I pulled my arms across the surface and tried pushing them in to get some kind of help to push my upper body up. I groaned out and then laughed hard. I couldn’t believe as many times as I was in this pit over the many years that I finally got my ass stuck. My head lifted again, I looked down over me seeing my body caked….covered in mud from the knees up. My feet were pushed in and the mud moved over them, it tightened around my legs filling in any space that it could. My head went back and I rested it in the mud, and all I could think was, “fuck I could get off again…” and laughed out once again.

“Need a hand Babygirl?” a familiar voice said as I pushed my head into the mud even more trying to look back to the bank. There he was, my ol’ man standing there with his arms crossed over his broad chest just grinning like a mad fool.

“How comes I feel a lecture coming? “ I asked as I lay there in the mud covered and squirming every now and then.

“Oh, a lecture will come later trust me but for now I think since I technically am coming to your rescue that you owe me.” He replied as I closed my eyes and laughed. We have been together for fourteen years and know each other inside and out. I could hear him undressing on the bank, and then I could hear the mud give under his body weight as he stepped into the pit. The mud squelched and slurped as he came to me. I felt his hands sink in under my shoulders as he picked my upper body out of the mud. The goopy mass released another suction breaking sound. He gripped me again as he took my wrists and pulled me up so I could stand. “Fuck baby, your beautiful…’ he said to me and before I could even blink an eye I felt his large hand against the middle of my back between my shoulder blades as he applied pressure and pushed me forth.

I felt the front of my body from my lower thighs down hit the muddy surface with a thud. He sunk in behind me, I could feel the surface moving as he hit an area where the spring was coming up from the bottom making the mud a little looser for him as he wiggled and twisted into position. His cock was hard as a rock at this point and he was raring to go. I felt his bigger form shadow over me as his left hand came up under my throat and he squeezed it lightly and turned my head. I felt his lips upon mine as he squirmed again sinking in deeper behind me. The kiss was nothing less that tantalizing.

A moan lingered from my lips as I slipped my tongue out and moved it across my bottom one. “I could fuck you all day right here in your private sanctuary.” He whispered to me, letting his hot breath flow across my muddy ear. I backed my ass up a little higher pushing against him and wiggling it, grinding so that his prick slide between my thighs. He stood up again behind me in the knee deep mud and with my thighs covered with the wet earth I was easily able to squeeze his shaft and stroke it with my creamy gams. I listened to him groan in pleasure with each stroke. He loved the way my curvy ass rose up for him, and fell back down into the pit as I jutted my self forth only to repeat it again and again sliding along the surface almost plowing into it pushing it like a blade did the snow.

It was time, I had my fun, and now it was time he took over and got his. He grabbed my slippery muddy hips, pulled his back and positioned himself right where he needed to be. He gripped my hips even tighter so he had a good hold, and yanked hmy ass back burying his dick deep inside me in a single thrust. He heard me scream out, he watched as I placed my hands on the surface to push up and I sunk back into it again. I ground back against him as hard as I could, squeezing his meat with my inner muscles. He growled out feeling the mud along the length of his shaft as well as those small tiny bits of sand adding the extra feeling when our flesh rubbed as one.

My cunt was so sensitive after my orgasm only moments before he spoke out to me, each time his cock thrust into me with the mud and sand mix each nerve ending sparked in pleasure. My stiff pink nipples brushed along the surface of the mud pit, stimulating me even more. (If, that was even possible.) My body move freely back and forth upon the slick surface as I whimpered and cried out feeling him ride me hard from behind. He pushed and pulled my body by my hips and I never put up a struggle except when I tried to lift my upper body and crashed against the surface time and time again.

It didn’t take me long to cum again, I cried out, my head lifted and my lips parted. I could feel my throat go dry as I became vocal. His hands released my hips. I felt one slide along my spine and settle between my shoulder blades as his other grabbed my ass cheek and kneaded it like dough. His body hips pressed against me from behind and he pounded into me. I knew he couldn’t hold out much longer, I could tell how his breathing changed and the way he growled and grunted. He began fucking me in the mud with full, deep penetrating strokes. I could swear he pierced me to the bone, dragging the wet ground with him each time.

“F-fuck Babygirl, oh god damn-n-n…, baby, I fucking need this,” I could feel his body arch back as he pumped me full of his hard prick again. I loving the feel of him penetrating me hard and deep, I pushed back and grinded as hard as I could feeling the mud between us squishing out. I pressed back, he pressed forth, we moved in unison as he held me down even more with his hand. I felt my whole upper body get smashed into the mud, my chin included. He held me there and drove into me like a jackhammer as I cried out. Finally, with a loud cry, a grunt that rocked me within when he slammed into me hard. His hand slid up my neck and pushed down on the back of my head pushing my face into the mud. He held me there as he unloaded his heated spunk deep within me then grabbed my long muddy locks and pulled my face up listening to me gasp a breath.

I could feel his cock pulsing within my muddy walls, he unleashed his need into his beautiful mud covered Babygirl. His orgasm finally came to an end, as he gasped for a breath himself and collapsed over my almost fully sunken body. His cock shrank slowly as he rested there keeping me smushed into the pit. Once he regained his composure I laughed hearing him, “whew!”

Pulling back he struggled to get his legs out, once he did he fought even more to get me unstuck from the muddy hold. We heard the goopy mass release me when he yanked me hard enough to break the suction. I was able to crawl out over the surface as he trudged back to the edge and then helped me out. I could feel every bit of me shaking and felt light headed from both orgasms. He took my hand and we headed back to the pool of water where we sat in one of the bigger holes and washed up.

I no longer see that little girl running aside me to her private sanctuary, I now see my lover as we race naked across the lush green grass of our backyard to see who gets there first.

Nature calls

Fri, 29 Jul 2011 18:16:00 -0400

-By EroticMudLover-

I love the water whether it is a creek, lake, river or the ocean. When I think about a lake or the ocean, I equate it with freedom. So, every other Sunday my husband and I load up the eleven passenger pontoon boat and we head to the huge lake down the mountain from where we live. With the boat it gives us a feeling of complete freedom when you launch it into the water and you get this feeling of calmness entwined with excitement ripping through your body.

Most of the time we enjoy staying out ‘till dark settles in. One Sunday we share with friends and family, taking them out for the day, enjoying good company and conversation with an iced cold beer, a mixed drink or a glass of wine. The other Sunday we take it out; it’s just him and I. Those are the times that I never take for granted and cherish the most.

The sunset hours are a magical time to be out on the water anywhere that allows you to see the whole sunset from start to when it kisses the night sweet dreams. The winds calm, the sun turns golden, and the sky is painted with a palette of portrait–worthy hues and color. It’s like the calm waters, the vast sky and the unbelievable sunset surrounding you and your partner with nature leave you with a feeling of complete peacefulness and relaxation. The quote is ‘work hard, play hard’ and that’s exactly what we do together.

I stood on the front of the pontoon boat as he sat in the driver’s seat. I loved how he smiled. It was different than the normal one. This one was a special one that always shined brightly on the days we went out alone. I felt the warm wind blow wisps of my dark hair across my face as he steered out into the no wake area leaving the dock behind us.

The sun was hot as I stood there covering my tanned flesh with oil while he watched me. I couldn’t see his eyes behind his sunglasses but I knew he was going between looking at me and the water around us for other boater and those buzzing around on jet skis. Once out of the slow area, he opened it up a bit and the pontoon boat cut through the water effortlessly, always giving a comfortable ride.

I lay on the bench on the other side of where he was sitting behind the steering wheel, stretched out with my skin glistening. I closed my eyes and out of the blue came a Rush tune blaring from the speakers. It was at that moment I knew my ol’ man found his Sunday groove and left all the bullshit of the week back at the docks. I smiled and just enjoyed the ride.

Every now and then I would lift my head and look around, though that was usually when I rolled over to my stomach. It wasn’t that he was trained or anything but at that moment, he would back off the speed and let us drift across the water while he came around to where I was laying to oil up my back. It was more a love thing and the fact he liked to cop a feel of my ass here and there as he smoothed oil over my back.

He would return to his captain’s seat and we would just cruise around all morning and into the afternoon. The lake is huge; there are over thirty-six miles of trails, 1,147 acres of water surface, picnic areas and small boat ramps all around the lake. The morning hours you can see the bird watchers all along the lake, but you can easily get away from then when you head into the deeper areas, the areas where it becomes marshy and most fear getting stuck there.

By the time noon came around we docked the boat at a small island where not to many come around. The lake is owned by and maintained by the U.S Army Corps. of Engineers. So they pretty much trimmed down the higher grass on the islands were boaters stopped to picnic and this was one of those areas but pretty much those walking around couldn’t see only those with any kind of water craft could reach it.

Taking the picnic basket out we ate, laid out, I read a little and basically just soaked up more sun for a while till we walked into the water and took a swim. It was rumored that many years ago, they flooded the area, and along with it they flooded a small town or an area of it. It sits in 90 feet of water and the Army uses it to do scuba dives, practicing and what-nots. I never gave it much thought as I know along with those kind of deep waters come the monster catfish you only see on TV but are rumored to live in the lake though I’ve never heard of them attacking people…you just never know now do you?

He stepped out of the water first and turned tossing me a towel as I walked out next. We gathered everything up and went back on the boat to continue our journey around the lake. We slowed down and talked to a few of the fisherman out on their boats, a couple of Army guards came by on their boats patrolling the area and off to the right you could see a group out riding their horses along the trails. The deeper you go back into the lake areas the less you saw of people, which was the case for us.

I love teasing my ol’ man and he loves when I do it. I pushed up off my stomach and got on all fours, I wiggled my ass back at him getting his attention quickly. I could see his grin, and knew if he stood up I could see the outline of his semi-erect cock as well through his black cargo swimming trunks. I could never see him in a Speedo, even the thought makes me chuckle. Hey, he’s very well built from years in the military but there is just something about a man in either cut-offs, the longer shorts or boxer briefs that makes my engine purr.

By the time sunset was about an hour away we went back into the lake area even deeper. I looked up at the bridge above us, people were standing there getting ready to jump off it into the water and a handful were to the left on the cliffs ready and waiting for us and another boat heading the other way to move out of the way. By this time I was laying back on my back looking up at him and them, tossing a wave to them as they slowly moved from my sight. It was then I pulled my feet up, knees bent and parted them open. I looked at him as he slowed the boat down a bit moving carefully thru the murky waters of the lengthy inlet.

My hand slid down my stomach and between my thighs rubbing my bikini bottom crotch area. My other hand I reached up yanked the strings around my neck undoing them and flipped the top down exposing my tanned breasts to him. I licked my lips and started to tease him again as he steered the boat through the water.

By this time the sun was to set roughly within the next two hours so we headed in deeper, to where a canopy of green hung above us through the narrower passage way. We no longer saw anyone which was sometimes a concern incase anything happened to the boat but we had cell phones with us just in case. He veered off to the right and drove us into a cove area where we swam now and then and it gave us the perfect view of the sun dropping behind the mountains before us. He cut the engine and I stood up not caring if I was topless by now or not and tossed the anchor overboard listening to it hit the surface and felt the backsplash of water on my legs. I waited for it to sink fully as he got up and tugged the rope making sure it was secure before he cranked the music up a bit more and came towards me with a huge Cheshire grin.

I reached out and grabbed my husband’s hips when he got close enough. With a quick motion I stuck my fingers inside the top of his swim trunks and yanked them down past his knees letting go of them as they pooled around his ankles. I laughed out and before I knew it, the trunks were lying there alone on the deck of the boat…and before I knew it we in a very compromising position. He had my bikini bottoms to my ankles now, my arms behind my back held by his one hand around my wrists and me bent over the bench seat. Needless to say it didn’t take long for him to maneuver me about to where my bottoms were off my one ankle and he was grinding against me.

“What did I tell you about teasing Babygirl?” he asked.

I laughed, his voice got real rough and deep and I knew what he wanted to hear yet I held back from saying it. “Nothing!” I said in a loud voice and the next thing I felt was a hand coming down on my ass cheek and the flesh to flesh sound seemed to ring out as I gave a yelp like a wounded mutt.

His lips were at my ear, I could feel his heated breath as well as his turgid cock between my ass cheeks rubbing up and down. “I am only going to ask this once more…what did I tell you about teasing me like that?”

I could feel his fingers and thumb tighten around my wrists as I gave him a struggle making it harder for him to hold me still. “I said nothing!”

Again his large hand came down on my ass and this time I knew he left a red hand print on my ass because my bare cheek stung. I cried out, rearing up like a mare struggling to free myself again. His hand came up from under me, his body pinned me against the bench seat and railing as he fondled my breasts. “So, you wanna play it that way huh?”

I whimpered and tried again to get out from under him and his grasp but failed miserably. He released my hands and as quickly as he did he grabbed them again as he turned me around and pushed me onto the soft padded seat so I was on all fours with my ass up high. I felt his hand on my back up between my shoulder blades. He held me down and I caved, he knew what I wanted and I knew what he did.

We loved the struggle, and I was forever teasing him, whether it is over the phone while he was at work or the hardware store knowing he couldn’t answer back but just listen to me out in public. I loved the quick rub or grope under the table when were sitting there with family. I also enjoyed when I’m sitting across from him and my heels get kicked off and my foot ends up between his legs rubbing slowly and just sitting there all innocent and nobody knows what’s happening under the table. Even if another was watching they never said anything ever.

His thick digits wrapped my throat as he lifted me up to my hands and knees again. I could feel his thumb stroking up and down as I swallowed hard. His hips pulled back and when they did my slopping wet hole became the target and he hit a bull’s-eye dead in the center as I jutted forth and then went back again feeling him take me fast and feverishly. It went on for a while, in fact we fucked all over the boat till almost time for the sun to set. Once the marathon sex was finished we laid back on the floor, the carpet under us with a drink in our hands and just watched the sun say goodnight to us nice and slowly. The sky was truly a sailor’s paradise, the colors were incredible and you could tell by them it was going to be another hot one on Monday.

It didn’t take long before he was sprawled out and snoring lightly. I laughed and pushed myself up and stretched. My arms went up and my fingers locked as my back bent like the shape of the crescent moon above us. I could feel my breasts move with every movement of my arms, and knew if he were watching he’d be all over me again. I took in a long deep breath and looked out to the tall grassy area. I hated to even think about walking through it but when nature calls and it’s a long two hours back or more to the dock or closest port-o-john you weigh your options. I looked at the water and it was darker now, it looked murkier than what it normally does.

So, nature won! I took a look at the sleeping giant and then turned and opened the side door of the boat and stepped on to the small landing closing it behind me. We were roughly twenty feet from shoreline; I sucked in a deep breath and dove in swimming towards shore. I figure it would take me five minutes to do what I needed to and I would be back in ten to wake him so we could head back to the marina and load the boat before it got to late. There was a hint of light left in the day when I dove in but when I crawled naked out on to the bank that hint was gone.

I tried remembering where I seen bushes at and at that point I really wasn’t to sure. All I could think about was snakes and creepy crawly things moving about the tall grass and that freaked me out a bit making goose-bumps appear on my skin. I placed my arms out before me and pushed aside the blades of tall grass and stepped back in a little further. I really didn’t want to be caught going to the bathroom by anyone as it is a bit personal, hell I’d rather be caught screwing my husband than that.

Finding a place that would work, I did my thing and then stood up. Just as I did I heard the bushes behind me rustle about and scare the living shit out of me. I panicked. For all I knew it could be anything from a rabid skunk to a wild maniac that broke free from prison. I got a little flustered and never even looked around before I started to run, all I know was I could feel the grass brushing against my legs as I ran through it. There was one point where I now I ran along side a thorn bush because I could feel the sharp tips cut lightly on my outer calf.

I stopped and looked quickly; I couldn’t see anything as we never turned on the lights of the boat yet. I listened for the sound of water and ran towards it. I never even thought to listen if I heard anything following me as I just ran. The bushes moved again, maybe it was in my head, the wind or something but as soon as I grabbed my breath I headed towards the sound of water again. I didn’t want to scream but I wasn’t sure where I was or even if my husband could hear me so I just continued in a direction I thought was right. I could feel the ground under my feet getting sloshy as I ran, I could feel water and bits of muddy ground around my ankles and I knew then I was headed the wrong way.

Turning to the right I continued to run straight towards water sounds. Thought it never dawned on me that the water was almost completely surrounding this area. The bridge was on the other side down about thirty minutes where the water split around the inlet. We went left and were in pretty deep where the ground was marshy.

Breathing heavier I stopped and leaned forth trying to gain my composure, I knew I was screwed unless I found my way back to the boat. I was either headed towards the bridge or towards the mountain range and I wasn’t sure which at this point. I could feel my feet sinking into the wet watery ground as I stood there. It was cold feeling and I could feel the grass blades brushing against my ankles. Sucking in a deep breath I released it slowly and just picked a way to go looking for any kind of light and saw nothing. So, straight it was.

Now walking I could feel the water getting deeper up my legs and thought maybe I was headed in the right direction but just going an around about way. I stopped again and listened, all I could hear was the normal sounds of the marsh at night around me. I lifted my foot and took a step forth and before I knew it, my foot wet down into the water and the rest followed with as I went feet first into a deep liquid filled hole.

There wasn’t even a loud splash it was like a soft ‘schlooop’ and I was breast deep within it. It was just about then the moon came out from behind the night clouds and gave me a sliver of light to see around me. I had no idea what I was in; I just know it was semi-watery on the top and thick below from my knees down. It felt like mud as I tried to stand on it to walk towards the edge of the hole but it grabbed my feet and suctioned my lower legs into it. I couldn’t see anything as the hole was hidden quite well with tall grass around it and a few clumps of cat tails.

I watched as I rested my arms on the surface. I stopped all my movement and just watching the liquid surface around me. It seemed like it wiggled to a stop, like a wave going out and then back in till I tried tugging my foot out again and it started quivering once again and moved around me. I knew then exactly what I was sunk into and felt my heart race within my chest as it felt it move quickly into my throat.

“HELP!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. I didn’t care if it was an axe murderer out there following me or not, I knew I was literally in deep trouble. I tried leaning forth, my bountiful bare breasts pushed within the oozing surface as I tried to ‘swim’ towards the edge and as I did my whole body moved as did the surface as I lifted my head from upon it and sliced through it with my arms. Everything moved but my feet, I twisted and turned my whole body and the more I did the more the hold seemed to tighten and pull me down within it.

“John-n-n-n!” I screamed out hoping my husband would hear me and come running to my rescue. I heard nothing as I swallowed hard and felt the surface come to a stop again as I did. It did what seemed like a slow undulating dance around me, it waved in and out then quivered ever so slowly and then came to a sudden stop. It then continued in a new direction like the music of nature changed it tune and it circled around me as I watched and felt it taking me slowly.

I knew then it was quicksand; I knew this could be my ending if I didn’t get out or get help. “Fuck me” I yelled out as I began to now panic a great deal. I tried again to loosen my legs by using a swimming motion but by that time I started getting tired and I was sinking quicker. The surface had moved up over my breasts, and I could feel the thicker sandy mix creeping up above my knees far below. The surface sloshed around me as I reached up and flailed my arms around, my calls for help echoing in the woods around me as I sank deeper into the sandy slurry.

My arms laid on the surface as I breathed fast and heavier than normal as I felt it moving up my lower thighs, or me just sinking in deeper. I knew which it was and tried leaning left feeling the watery surface against my cheek as I pushed my arms down and grabbed a hold of my right thigh and tried tugging my leg out, only to wiggle myself in deeper and deeper as I then tried the left as I tossed my head to the other side and held my breath hoping I would hit bottom any minute now.

Bugs were beginning to fly about me; I could feel a mosquito on my arm as I rested both outwards on the surface and tried to float. They were out late, the water was stale, stagnant where i was sunken into, I knew there had to be other creatures lurking about and the thought of one being a snake scared the living shit out of me and I began to move like crazy, but so did the surface as it moved up over my shoulders.

“JOHN! Help me p-please-e!” I screamed as loud as I could feel my throat burning afterwards. All I could picture was a snake slithering into the pit with me and coiling around my neck and squeezing or biting me. The more I thought about it the more scared I got. “J-J-O-H-N-N-N…HELP ME!” I screamed again and again till I couldn’t any more.

The quicksand moved in every direction and then circled as I felt it move up around my neck. This was the more of a soupy liquid mix of water and sand that I was sunken into. This wasn’t what I watched on TV, the thick stuff like what was under me moving up my legs, hugging my upper thighs and squeezing them. The surface rippled out and back in, I felt it up under my chin now. I felt tired and didn’t feel like moving any part of me as the day had been long and swimming as well as the sex took a lot of my energy.

But, was I ready to give up? I threw my head back and felt it move around my face. I couldn’t hear anything as most of my head was under the quicksand surface. I lifted my arms up from the pit and stretched them up above me and closed my eyes and once more I yelled out as loud as I could for my husband, “HELP ME JOHN!” and waited knowing I didn’t have much time left. My whole body was almost completely submerged and I guess this is what all those people on talk shows and in books talk about where everything in your life flashes before your eyes before you die. I pictured the day we had, I pictured the sports events we went to, and him doing goofy ass things like always. I could hear his voice in my head and as all this was happening I just dropped my hands down and felt them go under the surface with the rest of me but around my face.

I knew that once I slipped into the pit and I felt the liquid boggy mass wasn’t going to free me, it was going to hold me captive and it did like I was its prey for the day or month who knows how long. The grip it had was firm, I gave one last squirm and tried slipping my fingers down between my legs and the muck to see if I could pop the seal around my legs but that didn’t happen. I gasped a deep breath as the opening around my face grew smaller and smaller. I took three long gasps and held the third as I closed my eyes and felt the sand and water working together and drag me under as I felt myself become its prisoner.

I was able to get an arm up and out of the surface and feel the last bit of warm night air wash over my wet fingers as I wiggled them. I thought to myself as I continued to hold my breath how Houdini must of felt encased in glass submerged taking his last breath as I was but this wasn’t a trick. I thought about all the times I had played tricks and pranks on my husband and now karma was kind of biting me in the ass. If he heard me he probably thought I was just messing around with him, playing the girl who cried wolf so the jokes on me now.

Everything was going black. I was struggling hard as I could as I felt that last bit of air release from my lungs. I could feel the thick mire from under grabbing my hips as the surface pooled around my thin wrist. My mind went blank and it was then I felt a hand grip mine and tug on me. I was fighting for air at this point, I was tired and yet that grip of another’s hand gave me the adrenaline rush I needed to continue to fight.

I twisted my other arm about and pushed it up through the surface and felt a second hand grab mine and yank me hard, hard enough to break a bit of suction from my sandy warden’s hold. I felt the rippling surface break away from my face as I opened my mouth and gasped out for a breath of air.

The moon shined behind the tall shadowy figure but before it even spoke out I knew who it was and I could feel myself immediately fight to keep a hold of my husband’s hands. The watery miry mix made it hard, as he tugged and tugged to bring my head up and try and pull my legs out from the thickness below. “You are so lucky I heard you yell out. I wasn’t sure if I was hearing it in my dream or for real.” He said as his teeth clenched and he tugged on me harder.

I couldn’t say anything as I choked back the tears. My ears were still semi-under as he spoke and it wasn’t as if I could read his lips. My arms felt like rubber as he fought to pull me out to a point where I had my head above the wet sandy mixture along with my shoulders. “Stay still and don’t struggle at all you won’t sink you’ll stay exactly where you are. I’ll be back. Just rest your arms on the surface and damn it listen to me for once and I mean don’t move a muscle.” I knew by the tone of his voice he was serious but I didn’t want him to leave me now that I was in the safety of his very being.

“Don’t go!” I yelled as he looked down onto me in the pit. “Please Honey don’t leave me here…” I begged as I watched him stand up.

“Baby I will be right back I need to go grab rope and the flashlight off the boat. I promise I’ll be back. When I yell out I want you to yell as loud as you can back to me. The boat isn’t that far. Now, just stay still Babygirl it’s going to be alright I promise.”

His words, his voice seemed to sooth me over as they always did. I watched as he turned and left me there in the pit alone again. I could feel panic slowly returning again and tried hard to fight it. I kept telling myself I was going to be okay. But, it was hard to actually believe it when you’re neck deep in a dangerous liquid mire that could just suck you in easily and never allow you to leave its grip. I closed my eyes and just listened to his voice in my head, telling me he would be back…that I would be fine and before I knew it I could hear a squelching and slurping sound and knew it was him walking towards me in the marsh.

“See I told you I would be back Babygirl.” He said as he placed the light on the ground and pushed away the tall grass and cat tails while he made a lasso out of the rope and tested it with a tug before he tossed it to me. At the same time I could feel the wet sand easing up, slowly releasing me as I held still floating within its ‘belly’. The lasso looped around me and landed upon the surface with a thud as I could feel the murky water from the small puddles on the surface splash my face. “Don’t move…I’m going to pull it tight around you. The less you move the better off it will be.”

I nodded my head and then a tired whispering soft voice came out from me, “okay Honey” I knew to listen to him at this point as he was in full control.

I felt the rope tighten around me, I could feel the thick mass under the surface gripping my thighs loosen up as I stayed still and in a quick jerk he tugged me. I felt the rope tighten around me and clench my body like a tight girdle. I cried out to the night as the rope felt like it cut me in two though I know it didn’t. The quicksand released me as I could feel myself being pulled out upon the surface. When I got in arms reach my husband dropped the rope and reached for me once again.

His hands gripped my wrists tightly and I gripped his back as I felt him pull me out and upon the marshy slushy ground. I didn’t care that it was watery; all I cared was that there was solid ground under the few inches of water. He helped me up and just held my wet cold body against him. I could feel myself shaking within his arms. Releasing me he grabbed the rope and rolled it up putting his arm through the center and pushing it up over his shoulder. He handed me the flashlight and then turned me and picked me up in his arms and carried my naked ass back to the shoreline.

He was wet as well from the three trips between the boat and shore. The night air changed temperature and turned chilly. He put me down on my feet and kissed my lips. “You okay to swim to the boat?”

“Yea, I am.” We both headed in, but I stopped when I got waist deep as a quick flash back of being stuck in that slushy pit came rushing back. I felt like I choked but then heard him calling me and I dove in and swam aside my husband. Once back on the boat we changed into dry clothing and wrapped in a shared blanket and headed back to the marina we docked out of.

He put in another Rush CD and left it play low as he wrapped an arm around me and steered us out into the main lake. “You know you owe me BIG time now don’t you? Babygirl, something in my head told me something was wrong when I could hear you. It was a feeling in my gut…though ya still owe me!” we laughed.

I didn’t need to see his face, I knew by the tone of his voice that he was serious when he spoke about that feeling because when two are so close it’s there. “I guess I do…” I knew I really did. That night taught me a lesson or two but it also showed me truly what we had between us. I kissed his cheek and never looked back as I knew we’d be back again though this time…the call of nature will wait or…I definitely think differently next time.

-Dirty Lovers-

Wed, 20 Jul 2011 01:42:24 -0400

-Dirty lovers-

By: EroticMudLover

Today I decided to blow off everything and everyone and spend the day how ever I wanted to. I was feeling caged, feeling as if that kindred spirit within me was dying because I wasn’t able to spread my wings and fly, soar high like I was used to for so many years. I was feeling trapped and hating it. It wasn’t because of him, it was just everything else building up inside.

I pushed up, didn’t bother to shower, walked around the house naked going from my bedroom to the kitchen just listening and hearing nothing at all, silence an old friend that I have missed deeply. Coffee was already made, loving the set feature on the pot. Grabbed my large mug, fixed my coffee and went back to the bedroom. I sipped my coffee, read my emails, took care of a few things on my game and stood up. I raised my hands high, my back arched as my tits bounced once before settling perfectly on my chest. I lowered my arms, my hands cupped my tits, fingers and thumbs pinching my nipples till they grew hard as diamond tips and I moaned. I could feel a shiver run through me, and laughed out knowing how quickly I could just lay on the bed and finger fuck myself to this fucking great orgasm.

I moved my hands from myself, and finished my coffee sitting the mug down as I reached over and yanked a summery dress from its hanger. I raised my hands up in the air, my back curved perfectly as I slipped the dress over my arms feeling it pool around my neck and shoulders for a brief moment till I dropped my arms and felt the dress cascade down over my body. The hem tickled my upper thighs as it moved against them. I looked across the room and saw my reflection in the full length mirror. The dress was so thin she could see the light brown puckered flesh surrounding my erect nipples. I loved how the sheer fabric moved across my sensitive nipples; it was like foreplay to me. A tease that made me want to reach up and just tweak both making them hard and feel that jolt of pain as I twist and stretch them, releasing them and watching as they spring back elastic.

I ran a brush through my long dark locks, gathered it up and twisted it against the back of my head securing it with a clip. I was ready to just do whatever I pleased, nothing under my dress but my freshly shaven cunt and soft tanned flesh. I loved living in the country; I like the sound of nature, the creek that runs through my yard, the whispering weeping willow that blows freely within the wind.

Out the door I went, I could feel the heat against the soles of my bared feet as I stepped out on to the flat slate stones. “Ow.” I said and like a young school girl I leaped on to the lush green lawn. I smiled immediately as the blades of grass tickled around my feet and the pointy tips grazed my ankles lightly. I felt like I didn’t have a care in the world, the world as I knew it was behind me. My front door closed and blocked that world away as I entered my luxuriant green Eden. I strolled slowly across the back yard stopping now and then to smell the roses that have been growing wild for years. The colors were like a rainbow only the palette choice was softer shades.

I playfully ran down to the creek and stopped at the edge. The water was crystal clear, you looked into it and you could see everything upon the bottom, the pebbles, a few crayfish here and there and the green plants that grew sparsely around the large rocks embedded partially in the mud and sand mixed bottom. I stepped carefully with one foot into the water and smiled. The coolness on a hot day was relaxing. I brought my other foot in and just stomped like a young girl would as she played in a puddle of rain water, leaning her head back feeling the drops fall down upon her face.

The creek bottom was about two foot lower that the yard, the water was roughly a foot deep and then another foot from the surface to get to the grass. Tuffs of thick grass lined the edges on top, small green plants poked up through the water and hide when the small wave moved over them as I took a few steps. The hem of my dress was soaked and I could practically see through the material from the water that splashed up when I jumped. I continued through the narrow channel, carefully stepping as to not stir the water up. Every now and then I would watch a tiny fish swim ahead of me as if it knew where I was going, playing the role of the leader as I was the follower and stayed close on its tail. I watched it stop and its fins flutter under the surface as it rested on the bottom. When I got a foot away from it, it would swim ahead again and seem to look back making sure I was still there.

Ten feet ahead hung long green wisps of the old man willow as I grew up calling him. I could remember when the tree was planted and now, it towered me by many feet. As I neared it I stretched my arms out before me, parting the long tendrils covered with long thin bright green leaves. I watched as they flew around when a warm breeze blew. I stood there under them, letting them lightly whip against my skin, I laughed and twirled in the creek feeling the water move up higher on my legs and then flow back on the same path. My hair bounced on the back of my head, I reached up and squeezed the clip feeling my hair fall down my shoulders, my breasts and back. I spun again like a ballerina; one foot feeling my toes dig into the rich muddy bottom. My hair flew out, fanning around my head as I bent back, arching my back and letting the whips of the willow caress my skin.

The feeling of deja vu was felt. I looked around and I swore I could see a young girl in a short flowery dress, her hair in long twin pony tails jumping about the sides of her head as she ran barefoot across the yard laughing. She would turn and give me the biggest brightest smile and I’d smile back to her. I just watched her running to her favorite spot in the whole big yard, she would turn her head once more before disappearing and I would see her face again, it was me so long ago.

I knew the creek bed like I knew the back of my hand. I put my hands up in the air and I took a running start and ran down through the three foot wide bed. I could feel a few sharp rocks against my soft soles but it didn’t slow me down. I turned at every curve, once I felt my feet dig into the mud and my foot slip almost causing me to fall. It was if I was racing a younger version of me, but the little girl wasn’t there it was just a memory in my head of my happy place, a place I found solitude even if I got into trouble when I went back to the house.

I reached the point where the creek bed widened and led into a medium-sized pond. The pond wasn’t very deep around the edges but it had spots in the middle where it would come up about mid-thigh. There were large flat rocks all throughout it. You could lay out on some and tan, or you could lay fully on others and feel the cool water rushing over your body. Along the sides of the pond were different sizes of cedar trees, the tops bent over and designed a green canopy around the edges. Vines weaved within the tree tops like spider webs giving you a feeling of being in a jungle, or a small rainforest. This was the start of my all time favorite spot.

My feet splashed the water up my legs and onto my dress as I moved through it, lifting one foot high, plunging it into the water and then doing the same with the other. As I crawled up on one flat rock, and sat on the edge on the other side of it, I slid into a cold pool. I gasped and took a quick deep breath sucking in my tummy as the water came up around my waist. My dress floated on the surface, the thin material moving with the ripples as I stood there grinning. The rains had been heavy at times causing the creek to rise higher, though I didn’t mind. In fact I took a deep breath and held it as I bent my knees and submerged myself under the surface and stayed under for as long as I could. My feet pushed off the sandy bottom and I pushed up through the surface and gasped a breath.

I used my strength and pushed up with a jump and landed half way on the rock. I crawled onto it, my fully soaked dress clinging to me as I did. I laid there on my belly, my arms folded under my head and my eyes closed. I could feel the sun on my rounded ass as my wet dress cling upon the small of my back. I laid there for a while, I could feel the suns rays soaking up the water in my dress. I had the whole day to do nothing, I could lay there till the sun and moon met but it wasn’t the spot I wanted to be in. I pushed up and slid my bare ass across the hot rock. I moved quickly that I know!

Back into the creek again, I moved around the rocks, climbing up and over others as I found the biggest one of all right in the middle at the other end of the pond. Water flowed around it, the rock had a word spray painted upon it, ‘Kitten’. I stepped closer to it and ran my fingers along the faded neon orange K letter. A soft sigh escaped my lips as I stepped back and moved around it. Stepping back up on dry solid ground once again, I walked along the bed a few feet just looking into the dark brown pit as a smile beamed from my face. Returning to this twelve by twelve mud hole was like seeing an old friend again.

I walked a few feet further till I was where I could guess it was more solid to walk on. About the first two feet from the edge was darker and drier than the center. It was lighter in color there, you could see small dimpled where bubbles had formed and popped leaving their marks. It was protected unlike the edges from an old large cedar tree at the very end that hung over the center. The tree was semi uprooted from a tornado that blew through years back. I knew it was safe to walk under if I wanted to as it had re-rooted itself again and continued to just grow taller, shading the whole center of the mud pit.

Reaching above me I grabbed a dry curly vine that hung from tree to tree, many referred to them as grape vines. They would come out and cut long stands of the vine down, soak them in water for a day or so and then weave a bunch into a wreath and then let it dry in the sun. I curled my fingers around the thick vine and stepped forth with my right foot. I placed it on the surface and just watched as I pushed it in with all my weight. I gasped softly as I felt the mud squish up around my foot. It looked like the top of a wave how it curls over and folds back into the ocean. This was just slightly different, it curled over but it didn’t fold back in. I pushed down as hard as I could till I felt myself not able to sink my foot any deeper. I could feel the small pockets of water popping and the coolness run over my foot like tiny rivulets. I closed my eyes and just twisted my foot left and right widening the area just to feel that little tickling sensation again and again. My eyes opened when I heard a squelching sound and I smiled listening to the mud call to me once again like it used to.

My left foot moved onto the surface with my right, I pushed it in and moved it back and forth like I had the right hoping to hear that magical sound again, and did. It so hard to describe to another how that sound and the feeling of the mud squishing around your feet and up between your toes feels if you can’t appreciate and experience this pleasure that Mother Nature has given to us. True she can bring devastation and destruction but she can also bring such an erotic feeling with this type of experience that you would never imagine if you didn’t try with an open mind.

My grip was tight as I moved as if I was rocking back and forth on my feet feeling my toes curl under, feeling the mud squish up over them and then my heels sinking in deeper as I continued. I tugged up on my right foot and listened to the sound as the suction released it and I stepped out past that drier wet edge and pushed my foot into the wetter goo. I could feel myself take in a sharp deep breath and hold it. for as long as I could then release it slowly as the wet dirt accepted my foot eagerly. It’s that point where the whole feeling of it being erotic hits. I can feel the warmth form between my thighs at it seeps from my slit. I step with my left foot, nearly falling as I tug my foot out hearing a ‘pop’ as the suction around my foot breaks.

Looking up I reach with my free hand and grab another dangling vine giving it a tug to see if it will support my weight and it does. I quickly stomp the muddy surface with my left foot and sink my foot down through the rich wet soil. It splashed up at me, droplet of cool mud landing on my all over my legs and even on my clinging see thru dress. I wiggled my whole body as my arms were raised up over my head and I held tightly to those two vines. I looked down and just watched the mud oozing up from around my feet, my ankles and it continued to slowly move up my slender legs.

There was no way I could look away. My eyes wanted to close so I could savor this moment yet I needed to watch the soggy earth take my legs slowly into it as it pushed out around them. I could feel the popping of water pockets begin, the sound changed and I could hear a slushier squishing sound under my feet. The pit is fed underneath at the bottom with small cold springs. The water would come up to the surface and these little pools would form upon it. The sun had been beating down hard and hot for so long that those disappeared leaving only a slick wet glistening smooth surface.

I struggled to push myself down into it deeper and deeper. The wet ground creped up my legs nice and slow and I could feel it above my knee caps. I maneuvered within it, widening the area around my knees as I tried to squirm and shift my body around, I could hear a light gurgling and then an almost trickling sound as pockets of air and water burst around my feet. When I felt the ground no longer giving I stood there moving my hips in a slow gyration. My breasts bounced, swaying left and right as I arched back and then front again. That’s when I leaned my head back and just enjoyed the feeling of the mud sucking me into it, holding me prisoner in its earthy nature.

Releasing the vines from my fingers I stood there looking around my legs at the pushed up mud I was sunk into. Without even a second thought I bend my knees and fell back into the surface with a ‘smacking sound when my flesh kissed the moist top. My arms went straight out and I just laid there still, my dress was lifted above my shaven snatch resting upon my lower stomach. I knew if I got up my ass cheeks would be indented into the mud. I laid there for a little bit just looking up, squirming now and then as the mud pushed out from under my body. With my eyes closed and just laying there in the mud I could feel this calmness actually move through my whole body like a wave.

Bending my arm at the elbow I placed my hand on my lower stomach, my fingertips tugged the muddy dress upwards over my breasts as I wiggled and writhed in the mud till it was up under my shoulder blades and to the point I could remove it and toss it on the bank. I heard it hit with a thud as my muddy hands moved over my firm breasts. I teased my nipples, tugging them and releasing them with a lingering moan. I pulled my hands back, I placed one between my thighs and dug my fingers into the mud and slowly pulled my hand up pushing my fingers against my slightly splayed open cunt. My other hand turned and scooped up a handful of mud. I smeared it all over my left breasts and then moved to my right going back and forth covering my soft skin with the wet ground. I could feel the small granules of sand mixed in it, the sharp bits moving against my skin causing my lips to part open and my breathing to deepen.

My hips moved in the mud, my nipples tingled with each passing of my muddy hand. My other hand stroked my cunt lips, moving my four fingers against it. Each time I would slide them down I would curl my fingertips and drag up more mud. I could feel my pussy lips begin to swell through the thick coating of mud I placed upon them. I arched up and rocked my body to the left then the right and then dropped down in the mud again feeling the squishy soft surface under me give a little more.

My fingers traced my juicey slit through the caked mud, a long slender finger going up and down light and slowly. I could only imagine what kind of design I was making upon my pussy. My snatch flooded with juices on the last passing of my fingertip as my ass rose up from the mud again. This time you could hear that squelching sound, the sound when your released making me whisper out a light lingering whimper. I looked down over my mud covered breasts, my hand above them filled with a handful of fresh wet mud ready to be dumped on my tits again and then smeared. I could feel the mud up along my sides nearly covering my whole body so just a front portion of me could be seen from the knee caps up. Tanned flesh peeked from areas I hadn’t covered with mud yet, but soon would disappear from eye sight with this last handful as I turned my hand and watched it fall from it feeling it land around my belly button. I groaned out as I sucked in my stomach. My hand quickly rested on the small pile of mud and I began to smear it over every inch of me from the neck down to my shaven mud covered mound.

Each breath I took I could feel and see my breasts rise high and fall slow as my muddy hand slid along my covered flesh. I struggled to widen my knees, my thighs as my hand continued to tease my sopping wet snatch. I placed a finger on each side of my clit and parted my swollen lips open wide exposing my clit to the air. I slid my other hand down my stomach and over my muddy mound and stroked my inner walls of flesh. I could feel how the mud seemed to thin a little as my pussy juices meshed with it, mixing as I teased myself just laying there sunken in.

I knew I didn’t need to moisten my clit but with the mud being thick it helped make it easier to rub around it. I stuffed my fingers slowly inside my fuck hole; I could feel my muscles quickly contract around them like they were a stiff cock penetrating my muddy walls. My hips lifted, the slurp sound released as I began to fuck my fingers at a steady pace. I quickly pulled them out and rubbed my clit , crying out in pleasure as my other hand groped my muddy tits.

My eyes opened and I looked up at the cedar tree hanging over me, I seen a black bird on a branch watching my every move. My breathing quickened as I slid my hand down again, my cunt lips parted, my fingers tugging my clit, releasing it and dipping into the mud, raking it up along my inner walls of my lips. I pushed just two fingertips inside my hot cunt hole and teased around it. I could feel how my muscles gripped instantly around my fingertips as I moaned out again and again repeating the motion.

I began to buck my hips a little faster; I could feel the mud under my ass cheeks giving as I placed my imprints within it. I didn’t give it time to suck me back in and hold me captive, I couldn’t at this point. Teasing my self slowly was a thrill of mine. I loved how it built up my orgasms and intensified the feeling when I came. I knew if I could see myself my hot pink honey hole would be oozing with a flow of pussy juices. It would flow from my cunt hole and trickle across the muddy surface under my ass and down into the holes made around my legs. I could smell my horny delicious cunt when the light hot summer breeze washed over me whirling around in invisible gossamer.

Once again I began to stroke my inner walls of pink and mud flesh feeling the bits of sand scratching within me. I groaned out again and again. I felt my body wanting to thrash upon the mud as I laid there. I fought hard to fight the feeling of reaching that point to where I couldn’t control my orgasm. I drew my fingers out of my plush wet hole, dragging mud and pussy juices up and down my slit, teasing my clit feeling each pinch to it, each rub sent a shiver through my hips. “Oh God….” I said to the air. I could feel my orgasm building again as I slid my hand back down to the pit under me dipping them in as my palm covers my cunt rubbing as I gasp and whimper out louder than every time before.

The mud tried to capture me within its oozing goopy mass, but I wouldn’t allow it to imprison me, I couldn’t at this point. I humped the air, fucking my slick hole with my four fingers. My scent growing as it lingered stronger around me. The water pockets bursting under me now and then as my body moved in every direction. I could feel it, cold tiny puddles against my muddy skin … against my ass, my back and shoulders. I twisted, turned, rocked and bucked within the mud. My moans and cries of pleasure grew louder, my breathing quickened, I kept a steady pace, not missing a beat as I brought myself closer and closer to getting off.

The mud was like my masculine lover. It held me there; making me struggle and work for my orgasm as it released soft sounds of its own. It was like it was egging me on to the point of where I was teetering on the edge. My nipples tingled, my breasts bounced and swayed with my body as I rode my hand, my fingers driving fast and deep. I cried out as I used my thumb to caress over my hard clit with rapid circular motions. My body was trembling as my orgasm raced through it. I couldn’t even think straight as every nerve ending seemed to meet within me and just infuse as one. It was one of the most intense orgasms I have had in a long time. I felt a hot shiver run over my whole body as my creamy nectar rushed from my slick muddy fuck hole. I shoved my four fingers in hard and just bucked my hips to ride every bit of my muddy orgasm out. “Oh fuck-k, damn….” I said as I withdrew my fingers and tossed both my arms out to the side on the surface.

My breathing was erratic, my tits pushed up and fell hard and fast. I laid there; my eyes closed trying to regain my very being. It took a bit longer than I expected, I couldn’t get over how bad the orgasm knocked me for a loop, and didn’t realize how weak it made me till I tried to lift myself up out of the muddy pit. “Oh shit…I’m stuck” I cried out in disbelief looking up into the cedar tree top looming over me. I had no idea how long I was even there or even what time of day it was. I totally left everything around me go, not aware of how deep I had sunk myself in, or even the danger I could face being stuck there for who knows how long.

I struggled, moving my hips about, my ass was sunk in and the mud was covering over my hips fully. My hair was caked; the extra weight could be felt upon my head as I lifted it. I pulled my arms across the surface and tried pushing them in to get some kind of help to push my upper body up. I groaned out and then laughed hard. I couldn’t believe as many times as I was in this pit over the many years that I finally got my ass stuck. My head lifted again, I looked down over me seeing my body caked….covered in mud from the knees up. My feet were pushed in and the mud moved over them, it tightened around my legs filling in any space that it could. My head went back and I rested it in the mud, and all I could think was, “fuck I could get off again…” and laughed out once again.

“Need a hand Babygirl?” a familiar voice said as I pushed my head into the mud even more trying to look back to the bank. There he was, my ol’ man standing there with his arms crossed over his broad chest just grinning like a mad fool.

“How comes I feel a lecture coming? “ I asked as I lay there in the mud covered and squirming every now and then.

“Oh, a lecture will come later trust me but for now I think since I technically am coming to your rescue that you owe me.” He replied as I closed my eyes and laughed. We have been together for fourteen years and know each other inside and out. I could hear him undressing on the bank, and then I could hear the mud give under his body weight as he stepped into the pit. The mud squelched and slurped as he came to me. I felt his hands sink in under my shoulders as he picked my upper body out of the mud. The goopy mass released another suction breaking sound. He gripped me again as he took my wrists and pulled me up so I could stand. “Fuck baby, your beautiful…’ he said to me and before I could even blink an eye I felt his large hand against the middle of my back between my shoulder blades as he applied pressure and pushed me forth.

I felt the front of my body from my lower thighs down hit the muddy surface with a thud. He sunk in behind me, I could feel the surface moving as he hit an area where the spring was coming up from the bottom making the mud a little looser for him as he wiggled and twisted into position. His cock was hard as a rock at this point and he was raring to go. I felt his bigger form shadow over me as his left hand came up under my throat and he squeezed it lightly and turned my head. I felt his lips upon mine as he squirmed again sinking in deeper behind me. The kiss was nothing less that tantalizing.

A moan lingered from my lips as I slipped my tongue out and moved it across my bottom one. “I could fuck you all day right here in your private sanctuary.” He whispered to me, letting his hot breath flow across my muddy ear. I backed my ass up a little higher pushing against him and wiggling it, grinding so that his prick slide between my thighs. He stood up again behind me in the knee deep mud and with my thighs covered with the wet earth I was easily able to squeeze his shaft and stroke it with my creamy gams. I listened to him groan in pleasure with each stroke. He loved the way my curvy ass rose up for him, and fell back down into the pit as I jutted my self forth only to repeat it again and again sliding along the surface almost plowing into it pushing it like a blade did the snow.

It was time, I had my fun, and now it was time he took over and got his. He grabbed my slippery muddy hips, pulled his back and positioned himself right where he needed to be. He gripped my hips even tighter so he had a good hold, and yanked hmy ass back burying his dick deep inside me in a single thrust. He heard me scream out, he watched as I placed my hands on the surface to push up and I sunk back into it again. I ground back against him as hard as I could, squeezing his meat with my inner muscles. He growled out feeling the mud along the length of his shaft as well as those small tiny bits of sand adding the extra feeling when our flesh rubbed as one.

My cunt was so sensitive after my orgasm only moments before he spoke out to me, each time his cock thrust into me with the mud and sand mix each nerve ending sparked in pleasure. My stiff pink nipples brushed along the surface of the mud pit, stimulating me even more. (If, that was even possible.) My body move freely back and forth upon the slick surface as I whimpered and cried out feeling him ride me hard from behind. He pushed and pulled my body by my hips and I never put up a struggle except when I tried to lift my upper body and crashed against the surface time and time again.

It didn’t take me long to cum again, I cried out, my head lifted and my lips parted. I could feel my throat go dry as I became vocal. His hands released my hips. I felt one slide along my spine and settle between my shoulder blades as his other grabbed my ass cheek and kneaded it like dough. His body hips pressed against me from behind and he pounded into me. I knew he couldn’t hold out much longer, I could tell how his breathing changed and the way he growled and grunted. He began fucking me in the mud with full, deep penetrating strokes. I could swear he pierced me to the bone, dragging the wet ground with him each time.

“F-fuck Babygirl, oh god damn-n-n…, baby, I fucking need this,” I could feel his body arch back as he pumped me full of his hard prick again. I loving the feel of him penetrating me hard and deep, I pushed back and grinded as hard as I could feeling the mud between us squishing out. I pressed back, he pressed forth, we moved in unison as he held me down even more with his hand. I felt my whole upper body get smashed into the mud, my chin included. He held me there and drove into me like a jackhammer as I cried out. Finally, with a loud cry, a grunt that rocked me within when he slammed into me hard. His hand slid up my neck and pushed down on the back of my head pushing my face into the mud. He held me there as he unloaded his heated spunk deep within me then grabbed my long muddy locks and pulled my face up listening to me gasp a breath.

I could feel his cock pulsing within my muddy walls, he unleashed his need into his beautiful mud covered Babygirl. His orgasm finally came to an end, as he gasped for a breath himself and collapsed over my almost fully sunken body. His cock shrank slowly as he rested there keeping me smushed into the pit. Once he regained his composure I laughed hearing him, “whew!”

Pulling back he struggled to get his legs out, once he did he fought even more to get me unstuck from the muddy hold. We heard the goopy mass release me when he yanked me hard enough to break the suction. I was able to crawl out over the surface as he trudged back to the edge and then helped me out. I could feel every bit of me shaking and felt light headed from both orgasms. He took my hand and we headed back to the pool of water where we sat in one of the bigger holes and washed up.

I no longer see that little girl running aside me to her private sanctuary, I now see my lover as we race naked across the lush green grass of our backyard to see who gets there first.

-Best Foot Forward-

Sat, 02 Jul 2011 09:54:16 -0400

The morning sun rose and the bright rays shined through the sheer bedroom curtains as the warm wind slowly tossed them around. Thylia laid there and left the sun wrap her within its warmth as her eyes remained closed and her body remained still and stretched out upon the bed aside her husband. It was one of those lazy mornings where you didn’t want to get out of bed unless there was one hell of a good reason for it.

Turning her head she ran her eyes over his semi naked masculine form. So handsome, so strong, so fucking arousing to look at she looked over at him. She felt her body responded in a positive way from the thoughts that danced within her mind. A soft long whispering breath flowed from her lips as she carefully rolled to her side and pushed her self up to sitting position. Pushing up from the bed Thylia stretched her arms up and twisted back and forth as she stretched. Turning she took a minute or two and admired the sleeping beast she shared not only her bed with but the last 12 years of her life.

An ache moved through her, not one of pain but an ache of need and desire. Thylia knew she could just straddle and ride her husband but she wanted more, it had been a few days since they added a bit of ‘spice’ to their sexual life and she was feeling the urge for something. Her mood was one of empowerment; she was feeling the desire to have her lover at her feet. They learned that over the years they were able to take their kinks and combine them. Thylia had the most as hers went from A-Z and she found out that he loved her enough to try new things and together their closet of kinks had a door that was about to burst open with such an overflow of fetishes.

Even after so many years of being together he was enchanted by her in so many ways. He loved her long hair and it seemed as of late he loved it short, her gorgeous breathe taking cleavage that he loved running his tongue through and more, her smaller frame, those long legs that seemed to never stop, her sparkling dark bedroom eyes and her feet, small, feminine and sexy. The first stop was her dresser; she opened the top drawer and took out a pair of black thigh high stockings with lacey tops. Settling on her vanity seat she slowly rolled one and placed it over her fleshy painted red toes and rolled it up slowly as her leg lifted straight out and she felt how tightly the silky nylon mesh grasped her leg. Thylia fixed the top and then did the same to her other foot repeating the same steps. Reaching up she added a thin silver anklet that fell loose around her slender ankle.

Walking over to the closet, her body and mind working in synch as she had a grin from ear to ear and a tingle that went from head to toe missing not one area between. Her nude body shifting from foot to foot as she stood there looking to the top shelf. Glancing over shoe box after shoe box for just the right pair and there were many to choose from and a wide variety as well. Reaching up she stretched her body like a sleek housecat as they do when they awake from a nice long slumber. Her rounded breasts hung and swayed from her chest as she moved to her tip toes and reached about. Stepping back with the box in hand she closed the door quietly not wanting to wake her husband from his peaceful sleep…just yet.

He was much taller than her but when he was on his knees at her heels, she felt like a giantess. It helped the fact that she wore anything from 5-8 inch stiletto shoe or boot. Her motto was the higher the better no matter what kind of footwear she wore. She silently moved through the bedroom out to the kitchen and then the livingroom where she sat with a fresh cup of coffee and ‘the box’. Taking a sip as she carefully opened the box she could smell the scent of leather escape from under the lid. Leather has a very distinctive scent, one that can cause fear in some and pleasure to others and this was pleasure. Men know about women and shoes; one cannot have too many shoes. Placing the coffee cup down on the glass top table Thylia carefully took out one black stiletto and then the other and put then between her stocking clad feet. She put on the heels, first the left then the right and released a soft sigh of satisfaction. She knew when she stood she that her height would go from 5’5 to 6 foot…giantess!

Thylia raised her leg up from the reclining position she was sitting in and admired the leather that hugged her delicate foot tightly making her purr like a happy kitty. Standing up she looked down, admiring how her calves tightened and pushed out, that curve he has touched, grabbed, bitten and licked time and time again. Leaning forth slightly she ran the tips of her fingers along her thighs and felt how the muscles tightened, how her legs seemed to take on a new beautiful shape in her eyes. The smile on her face could be described as a ravishing one, so broad and bright. Thylia turned her foot left, then right and knew he would appreciate what was about to unfold. He loved her in black heels, which was why she picked the black patent ones with a long thin heel and a silver tip at the end.

Stage one was set, the heels clicked upon the wooden flooring as she moved around the house. Opening the bedroom door she carefully stepped on the rugs making her way to her side of the bed. She glanced now and then to her sleeping husband as she slowly opened the nightstand drawer, she reached in and slipped her fingers around a small box and brought it out quietly and placed it on the bed. Leaning forth her breasts swayed from her chest once again as she fumbled to open the box. She pulled out a black coiled leash and a thin black leather cock collar with a buckle and ring to attach the leash to. Along side the box was a set of original handcuffs they used now and then which she grabbed as well. Everything she did was done as quietly as possible. Placing the items on the bed she lightly climbed upon it and straddled her sleeping husband as he lay upon his stomach.

He groaned out as her hot breath was felt along the back of his neck, her hands moved to his shoulders as her breasts pressed against his back. Slowly she raked her nails down the length of his arms and pushed herself up holding his wrists. Thylia pulled one back and cuffed it, then she did the same to the other securing him before he even knew what was happening. His eyes opened partially and he snickered. His voice was rough as he spoke, “seems somebody is in a real playful mood…”

By the time he was done with his sentence his wife was up and standing beside the bed on his side. “Oh, playful yes, to what degree… you are about to find out….lover.” Her eyes grew bright as she spoke, and he knew her mind was turning, she had something planned but what….he wasn’t sure.

He turned and tried to focus on his wife, he chuckled softly when the black nylon and stiletto heels came into view. “Are we in the mood for a rough morning ride?” he asked as he noticed the fuck-me-hard stilettos on her lengthy legs. He tugged playfully at the cuffs and started to turn over to get a better view of his wife, it was then she gave him a push and helped him. His cock was already hardening as it sprung up under the sheet and they both knew it wasn’t from that normal first trip to the bathroom in the morning. His eyes ran over her naked body, he loved the hips area that ‘V’ to the valley where her thighs met the rest of her and formed the ‘V’ shape that went right to her heavenly spot.

“The fun is just beginning.” His wife stated as she reached over him allowing him to feel her perky pink nipples graze his chest. She pushed back and dangled the leather band and leash before him. He laughed out as this was something they had spoken about a few weeks back and he knew exactly what was about to happen. He watched as she removed the sheet and exposed him fully.Thylia wrapped the leather band around the base of his dick and sac and buckled it tight enough to where it wouldn’t slip off. She then attached the leash to the hook and gave a tug, it was then he left out a playful demonic deep growl. He was far from an ordinary male, his legs from the knees down were covered with soft black fur, his feet were hooves and he had a set of horns a foot long in length on his head that served well in the bedroom for when she was riding top.

“Well, let the fun begin Baby.” He said to her as she helped him up into sitting position on the bed. Thylia gave a tug on the leash, the slack pulled tight and he felt the yank around the base of his cock as he struggled to get to his feet. He towered her still by a foot, and that was part of her attraction to him, the size difference. Only a person that felt the same would understand what a turn on size difference made. She turned on the tip of her stiletto heels and headed towards the livingroom. He moved with her, his steps being twice the size of his wife’s made for slack easily. Once at the door she turned her head looking over her shoulder and watched him stretch. His body arched hard, his hips pushed forth and his cock jumped. He left out a long lingering growl that made her smile. Her hand reached, her long thin fingers curled around his meat. He felt her fingertips twist his mushroom cap and groaned out to her as she teased him. He didn’t mind the leash; it was all fun, games and a wild sexual lifestyle in their minds.

Their land was private, nobody around for a few miles which was great because both loved being in the nude, they loved the outdoors and they loved their swamps at the far end of the property. Releasing his meat from her hand she stepped from the house, out to the porch and gave the leash a yank pulling his cock behind her. There was a feeling of power as she led him out the door onto the lush green front yard. There were tall grasses filled with bright colored wildflowers and trees of all kinds covering the land.She lead him thru the clearing, walking him over the bridge where she stopped and turned, her hand formed a fist around his cock and she gave him a few stroked before releasing once again and walking him by the lake.

He kept up with her, there was some slack in the chain but not much, as it didn’t matter he loved watching her walk before him. The way her hips swayed, her rounded bottom sashaying back and forth in the stiletto heels, the way her muscles tightened as she needed to give an extra pull with each step because of her heels sinking into the moist dew covered grass. He bit his bottom lip when she tugged the leash, he breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly as she could hear the soft growl roll from his lips.

Thylia led him along the beginning of a pit of quicksand; they both glanced down seeing the gas bubble forming and then bursting with a ‘Pop!’ The ground was sinking under his hooves, the weight made the ground squelch when his hooves were pulled up as he walked behind her. The end of the lengthy pit fed into a huge swamp which was where she stopped. There were mangrove trees meshed with others around the edges, lily pads covered a lot of the other surface and then there were two other quicksand pits to the left of the swamps entry way. His wife stood on the edge of the bank to where the small pit almost fed into the large swamp, she gave the leash a tug and just as she turned her head she watched as he teetered a bit almost losing his balance and slipping into the pit. With his arms cuffed behind his back she knew at any time she could just yank him in but knew the pain it would cause to his collared meat and she had ideas for that.

He looked to his wife when her hands grabbed around his thick guns and turned him so his back was facing the pit. She eyed his tight muscular ass and smiled when he moved to face her. Nothing needed said between them as the look they shared said it all. Her small hands braced his shoulders and she gave a slight push down and with her help he slowly began to kneel before her. Tilting her head down she watched his mouth open, she felt his tongue move between her breasts as she squirmed feeling him slather his warm saliva upon her flesh. His breath was hot, her fire within growing as he trailed his tongue down her stomach to her navel and circled it with the tip making her quiver like the pit of quicksand behind him. Thylia felt her knees grow weak as her heels began to sink into the wet embankment surrounding the pit.

Her head turned to the side and she could see how hard his dick was as she felt the shaft move along her inner calf as he settled at the edge. Her eyes followed along his bulging calf muscle as she watched his toes disappear into the mire making it slowly move. A sigh released from her lips at the sight. Just as he tucked his chin to his chest and pushed his face between her thighs she pulled back and Thylia almost stumbled as her heels sunk in the ground causing her to almost completely lose her balance. Once she gained her composure she yanked the leash and glared at her husband letting him know he was crossing the line with her, she had the upper hand and was keeping it. Thylia knew if his lips met her freshly shaven ones she would falter quickly.

Tugging her heel from the rich earth she stepped upon the leash and left her heel lift so the front of the shoe caressed his cock. His head dropped back when he felt her stiletto move against his shaft. The front of her shoe slipped under his sac, she lifted his balls and rubbed them with the glimmering wet leather and he squirmed at her feet.

Thylia watched as he lifted his head back up, his eyes moved to her thighs, he eyed the black sheer mesh encasing her legs, the lace with a small white bow in the middle that came up mid thigh. His eyes dropped down, each muscle defined within the black stockings making his cock twitch. Her heel lifted and she tugged the leash making his cock jerk to gain his attention. She slipped her foot from the heel and lifted it to his lips, her stocking clad toes moved back and forth. With her leg up he was able to get a scent of his wife’s pussy sending his mind in a whirlwind knowing what she tastes like and having her snatch right there inches away from his face made him want to taste her. Thylia held her balance as she pushed her toes within his mouth, she could feel the saliva soaking thru the small meshing as she closed her eyes and felt the suction as his lips tightened and his tongue teased and licked.

Pulling it back she looked at him, smiled and placed her foot flat on his chest. She rubbed it around the broad smooth canvas of flesh as he swallowed hard and took in a deep breath. Each time she moved she would jerk the leash and a chain reaction would happen, his cock would twitch and his balls would lift from the tightness of the dick collar. “Like that don’t you Lover?” she asked him in a soft tone.

His head nodded up and down and then he leaned it back looking up to her. “Yes-s-s baby I do…” he replied and felt her foot move down his stomach and rub all along his cock. He could feel her small black nylon covered foot moving along the underside, rubbing and massaging his balls as he growled out to her in pleasure. There was a small window of space opened between his thighs where she could slip her toes into and feel the quicksand upon the undersides. She moved her toes about; the water from the pit quickly was absorbed within the nylon mesh as she felt the quicksand engulfing them. Pulling her foot back she scraped the full length of his stiff meat with her toes letting a light coating of quicksand behind as she watched him struggle against the steel binds surrounding his wrists. His eyes closed and he groaned, it was then she made her move and lifted her foot back up along his stomach and placed it against the middle of his chest and before he knew it she gave a hard swift push and watched as his eyes opened fast and wide.

He watched as the close gap between them quickly grew wide as he fell back into the pit with an almost wet thudding sound. Thylia smirked, she made sure the leash was free and he had enough length to not yank his cock hard. It was a wondrous sight unfolding fast before her. The quicksand pushed out from under his large frame, she watched as he closed his eyes as it moved up around his face. He squirmed in the pit, the surface moving every which way with him and against him. He struggled hard with his wrists bound behind his back, his shoulders went from left to right, the quicksand moving with. All Thylia could do was stand there and watch, taking it all in as a beautiful sexual surge went through her body. It was like a million sparks all going off at once and if she touched her self she knew she could get off in a minute.

Thylia watched him sink to the bottom of the shallow pit; it didn’t take long for the oozing mire to cover most of his body. He moved and brought his legs out from under him, his knees bent and she watched the wet sandy mix slide slowly down his flesh and back into the pit it calls home once again. He looked to her standing there, watching as she kicked off the other stiletto heel and placed it aside with the other and felt the wet lush green grass under her feet. Thylia stepped forth; she carefully placed her right foot on his right thigh and steadied herself and then did the same to the left. Her arms went out at her sides and she balanced her self. Looking down at him as he looked up, she took a step forth and swiftly stepped on his chest, one foot then the other and as she did she felt her self falling. Quickly she reached up and grabbed a vine above her and held on till she was once again steady.

Her extra added weight pushed him down even more as she watched the quicksand engulf him. His face was surrounded by quicksand, his ears were under and all she could see was a complete circle that went around his mouth, along his high cheeks bones and right above his eyes burying his eyebrows. There was an oval shape around his chest and stomach, there was a small bit of his upper thighs showing and the rest of his legs were completely covered as he stretched out under her. He watched her tits move like Jello upon her chest as he squirmed feeling her weight upon him, half wanting to toss her off and the rest wanting to know what she was really up to.

He looked up and watched her stocking covered foot come down upon his face. He could smell her scent, a light aroma of vanilla body wash and new leather wrapped in sheer meshing. He was far beyond the semi-hard cock her started with, in fact he was huge….and she was impressed. Her smirk showed it as she yanked the leash and watched his hips rise up and drop as she stood on his chest with one foot, the other on his face, and her arms above her holding the vine as she smeared her sole all around his face feeling each feature upon the softness of her sole. He groaned out, as her toes moved over his lips, he took her big toe and sucked upon it feeling the mesh against his lips, his tongue. Pulling her foot back she leaned to the right and placed her toes down into the surface watching it open to her, watching her toes sink in as she moved her foot in a swirling motion and it quivered to her touch.

Thylia gripped the vine tightly, her breasts swayed back and forth as she pulled her foot back up and placed her toes upon his cheek and began to smear the quicksand on what remaining skin was left showing. At this point there was no slack in the chain left, it was pulled tightly and tugging his meat with every movement of her body. Thylia sucked in a breath and released it slowly as the warmth began to be felt between her thighs. He closed his eyes, his lips pursed tightly and he just left his wife paint his face with quicksand. His flesh was the canvas and her stocking covered toes were the brushes.

When his face was almost fully covered except for around his eyes and lips, she was showing her superiority and his inferiority by making his face her quicksand covered face stool. “Don’t breathe….” She said as her whole foot lay flat against his face and she smooshed the small sharp grits of sand against his skin. “Love that don’t you baby? Love the feel of my stocking covered foot covered with quicksand smearing it all over your face…?” She looked down watching as he held his breath. She lifted her foot and allowed him to breathe as she placed it back aside her other on his chest.

His breathing deepened as she felt his chest rise up, lifting her and then when it fell she dropped. Next was his chest, she slide both feet outwards and straddled his ribs as her feet quickly sunk at the same time into the shallow pit. Thylia felt the soft surface give, she felt the wet squishy sandy mix quickly pool around her ankles as she released the vine from her hands and stood on the slick bottom. Her slender waist moved back and forth as she forced the quicksand to move around them while he watched her body and waited for more. Her soles were soft as a baby’s bottom even with the small bits of sand between his face and her foot that she has smeared all around, he wanted more, and he didn’t want her to stop there and would beg his wife for more if he had to.

“Yes-s-s Babygirl” he said as he looked up and there before him was her swollen lips glistening with her juices. He swallowed hard and closed his eyes trying to ease back the painful feeling he felt in his groin. His cock wanted to burst, his seed was already feeling as if it reached a boiling point and he knew when he came with her he would blow her fucking head off if he was in her. He struggled again between her thighs, she stood there mid calf as the quicksand crept up her legs. Thylia lowered her ass down upon her husbands groin, she could feel his rock hard shaft slide between her cheeks as she wiggled and settled knowing that grind just took his arousal up a notch.

Leaning forth she pressed her tits against his chest, her hands went out, the chain was resting on the surface and sinking slowly as her hands settled upon his warm flesh. She leaned close enough to kiss his lips, tasting her husband with a flick of her tongue licking his lips. As her tongue moved across his lips her hands slide down into the surface and pushed into it. Thylia spanned her fingers out; she loved the feel of the oozing mire between her fingers as it pushed up between them just as she liked the same with it between her toes when she first steps onto the surface whether it is mud, quicksand or anything alike. The quicksand quickly moved up her forearms, imprisoning them in a sense as she pushed down till her hands were flat against the bottom.

The oozing mire began to rise up even higher as she felt her knees and the front part of her calves sink to the bottom. Thylia closed her eyes for a few moments and to her time seemed to stand still. She could feel the squishing of the quicksand fill each and every crack and crevice offered to it as she was half sitting and half lying over his massive build. She then pulled her arms up through the thickness of the mire and they felt heavier. The tiny bits of sand scraped the soft outer swells of her breasts as it stuck to her inner upper arms. She then placed them up on his chest and began to smear it around blending in what was on her hands and the liquid sand that already engulfed her husband. She pushed up and used her hands as two twin cups, dipping them into the surface, filling her palms and then letting it drop from her fingertips as she looked down making sure she covered every bit of his tanned flesh so no more could be seen.

His body the canvas and now it was her fingers that were the soft brushes moving across it. Thylia was painting a masterpiece using a natural earth-given paint. Slowly she moved her hands on his chest again; she could feel his nipples harden under her palms as she moved across them. Her body moved in such an erotic way that he could feel his cock twitching, dripping that first droplet of pre-cum from the tip and smearing it within the crack of her sexy ass as she lifted about and inch up and dropped back down upon him. His head rose up as he felt the quicksand give around his face so he could have a better view but it wasn’t long before he dropped it back down and closed his eyes as she pushed her hands back in and leaned forth again. This time her lips barely met his, her breath was like a warm whispering breeze as they shared the small shallow pit. “I bet you want my soft feet rubbing your cock…feeling the quicksand on every hard inch as I stroke you…letting you feel the stockings material twist over the head of your dick…”

Her body flattened against his, they could both feel the quicksand push out from between her tits and from around their rib cages. Everywhere that there was quicksand between their bodies oozed out when she rubbed her self against him and he reacted with a low lingering growl and she in turn gasped and sucked in a breath.

Thylia pride her self in taking care of her feet, she loved the look of a great manicure and brightly painted toes wrapped around a cock. She loved getting her husband off with them, it was one of the hottest things when he came all over her feet and she smeared the hot seed on her skin as her feet milked every creamy drop. It makes her feel like she has a certain power over him and that made her feel so good inside. Delaying that moment when he was about to cum, watching him, feeling his body twist and turn, rise and fall as he squirmed for more, his body begging to get off for her and on her.

Thylia glanced around them and watched the surface move slowly, she could hear the ‘popping’ sound as small gas bubbles formed…expanded and blew up and then formed again. He didn’t have that pleasure as his hearing was more or less taken from him like the use of his hands. Pushing upwards she made sure his dick slide thru the crack of her ass as she sat there and spent a few moments admiring him, her work and their surroundings. He did the same in return. He loved how her face looked with quicksand smeared around it, the way her neck looked with splotches of the wet dirt and sand mixture. His eyes moved down her, her breasts covered, her nipples hidden from sight, small little bit of her skin peeked from around the covered area. He wanted to grab her, squeeze her breasts to watch the mire ooze out from his fingers, he wanted to smooth his hands over her semi-covered thighs and just covered every inch of his wife’s body as if they looked to have been wrestling in the pit.

Thylia lifted her self up just enough to where she could maneuver her slender form about and left her ass fall back between his thighs. The surface under her gave fast as she wiggled her rounded heart-shaped ass down into it till she felt the slippery bottom. Once that was done she leaned back on her hands, wiggling, squirming in the quicksand till her ass and hips were sunk in fully Her thigh highs were completely covered and at that point she leaned back feeling the soft quivering surface give under her back and shoulders as she pulled her legs up and bent her knees so her feet were now under his collared sac and she was resting upon her elbows.

His body was no longer under his control, and if he were to be honest, truly honest with himself he knew it wasn’t since she buckled the cock collar around his dick and led him about by the leash. As she got comfortable in the pit he was able to watch the quicksand squish up under her body and feel the soaked nylon under his sac as it rested upon the top of her foot. A very soft ‘yes-s-s-s…” whispered from his lips and he couldn’t help but to squirm wanting to feel the combination of her feet, her stockings and the quicksand moving against the tight flesh of his twin spheres within their fleshy pouch.

He eyed her long legs, covered in quicksand as he peered down over his body, he thought she looked amazing…once again she took the scale of their kinks and sex life up another notch. He knew that with her, he never knew what to expect next and she never left him down when it came to creativity. The looked excited him even further if possible, before they used lotion and were laying on the bed, now it was more, it was him almost fully submerged in quicksand, with his wife sitting between his legs as they brought together their love of both fetishes making it one.

Thylia began; she lifted her feet from the quicksand and placed one on each side of his erect pecker. He could feel the chain resting against his sac under the surface and knew he would feel it rolling, twisting against his flesh soon enough adding a new feel against his skin. His cock was pointing upwards as she began to smear her feet up and down along side his meat, she curled her toes, the tips of her toe nails dragging the quicksand against his skin as he gasped and groaned in pleasure. His head lifted and he watched her feet move over him, around him. It didn’t take long for a sharp pain to happen in his neck but he didn’t want to miss a thing and would suffer through it for as long as he could muster. Every now and then her toes would curl and he could feel her lightly pinch the skin and would arch up then drop pushing the quicksand from under him once again.

His eyes followed along her feet and every now and then looked up her body watching her beasts sway, watching her lips part slightly as she gasped a breath and then slowly released it with a light sexy moan. Thylia moved her feet around the base of his shaft a little longer and then she leaned forth and reached out grabbing the head of his cock. It slipped easily through her digits as she twisted her thumb and fingers around it rubbing the tiny piss hole with the pad of her thumb. The quicksand pooled between her thighs, moving slowly around her body as she moved. Thylia pressed her knees to her breasts resting her chin upon her knee caps as her big toes ran up and down along his nut sac. She applied pressure at some point, she rolled the once silver chain which was submerged in the pit against his flesh and listened to him groan. His body rose up when she caressed the sensitive glands at the head of his dick and the quicksand quivered around him. Thylia’s free hand gripped his shaft; she had a hand full of the wet mire and squeezed feeling it seeping out between her long fingers as she gave him a few strokes. At the same time she swirled her big toes around each ball sac. Each time she did he could feel her toes making contact with the balls inside the sack and made him jerk around.

Occasionally her head would lift and tilt the other way and smile as she looked him over and he smiled seeing her quicksand covered form squirming slightly within the pit. Seeing her coated hands working his stiff prick, the way her muscles in her shapely calves flexed as she continued to slowly manipulate him using her feet and her hands now and then. He moaned feeling her rubbing the sand against his sac. “You like what I’m doing Honey?” She asked lifting her head up and pulling her hands away, pushing them back in the surface behind her as her body reclined once again. He watched and could see her hair tips laying on the surface like a fan knowing it would stick to her body when this was all over.

“Oh God yes Babygirl, don’t stop…please baby…” he replied as his back arched up and he twisted and turned in the quicksand and held there for more teasing. Pushing back up she pulled her hands out of the quivering wet sand again and picked back up where she left off. Her thumb continued to rub the head of his cock again and he could feel the head begin to twitch uncontrollably with each rub. The sensation of her toe tips circling around the base of his shaft felt incredible. Her feet were beautiful and feeling her pretty nails imprisoned in stocking mesh against mhis skin was amazing. All this caused him to begin to rock his hips causing the pit of quicksand to wiggle, wave and jiggle around them.

His breathing changed, it quickened…deepened. He settled his body back into the pit once again. “Babygirl your feet and legs are amazing like everything else…” he replied as she pulled her hand back and tightened the chain making him jerk as it pulled around the base of his dick. She didn’t let up on the tip just yet; Thylia rubbed it a few more times and then leaned back as she knew it was close to her old man blowing a huge load for her.

Her feet slide up as she wrapped his cock between them, she could see the quicksand slide from her legs and feet. She watched it oozing out from her arches as she rolled his rock-hard cock back and forth, up and down between them. It was time to change again she thought as she felt the stockings give way and tear from the rocks on the bottom when her feet moved upon it. Her toes wiggled out from the black sheer meshing. The reinforced area on both pushed up over the front of each foot as she maneuvered his cock about. Thylia placed it between her big toe and the second and began to stroke them up and down the length of his shaft. Using her left foot she did the same with the head and moved in synch with her feet. Her foot moved up and pushed through the surface and plopped back in again only to repeat the motion while his hips began to thrust up in unison with her strokes. “I love this part, watching you squirm and push your cock between my toes.” She whispered.

Thylia closed her eyes and moaned as she pulled her hands back up again and moved then along her toned long legs. He watched her hands move along her shins and on top the top of her ankles where she felt the silver anklet and rolled it under her fingertips. She slid her hands down to the tops of her stocking clad feet and relishing in the feel of his cock moving between her toes with the quicksand. Her body moved like a well oiled machine within the pit, as he watched closely. He thought her covered feet looked amazing as he felt her beautiful manicured toes covering every inch of his vein-stricken pecker. Thylia began to slowly increase the pace of her toes; he could see how much she enjoyed what she was doing as it was a joint pleasure for both. As she sped up his hips followed, she forced him to pump his hips faster in the mire.

“God baby I just want to grab your calves and help“, he said as his hips rose and held there for her. He could feel the power in her slender athletic legs as it transferred from her calves down to her ankles and into her sexy toes. The quicksand made her work harder, forcing the muscles to flex even more as she seemed to struggle slightly. He laid back, his eyes opening and closing as he watched his wife’s body, her feet and those lovely full melons as they swayed upon her chest. Thylia gently squeezed the head of his cock between her right big toe and second toe. She began to slide her toes up and down several times dragging the quicksand with it as she added that extra feeling against his hard shaft. He knew that he couldn’t take much more, she knew it to. Her toes began to move around the dark quicksand covered fat knob, she knew exactly what she was doing and it felt fucking incredible to him.

Thylia was sending him out of his mind with pleasure. His breathing became short gasps which then changed to growls and grunts each time her toes squeezes the head in a milking fashion. The surface of the pit had no direction anymore as it moved around them both. It was now time she thought as she sat there and plunked her right hand back into the quicksand. She felt around for the chain and laid it across her palm and then wrapped her fingers around his balls and began a series of rhythmic squeezes. Her toes pulled back and she took his cock between her soft arched again knowing this would send him over the edge. Thylia fucked him with her feet while massaging his balls as the pre-cum began to flow quickly.

He felt a familiar ache in his balls as the cum churned and reached a boiling point. He couldn’t hold back the urge to cum no longer. He desperately needed to get his rocks off and blow a huge wad all over her coated feet. Thylia watched her husband’s body respond, the pre –cum was smeared within the quicksand as she drug it up and down his cock with her feet. He growled out, her swollen lips parted and quicksand had filled that void between them as she couldn’t help but to moan as he threw his hips up from under the surface and left out a loud growl and then forced them back into the pit again. the quicksand moved like a wave from around him. He did that a couple more times before she gave him the go ahead. “That’s it Lover, cum for me, cum for your dirty quicksand girl!’

Just as the last word released from her lips she gave a tight squeeze to his balls and he released a loud rumbling groan and she watched the cum literally spout out from the small piss slit and land all upon her feet. Ropes of white cum went flying in the air and then landing on the wavy surface of the pit and upon her toned legs. Thylia didn’t quit, she wanted him drained. He thrust his hips up and down a few more times, she knew he was struggling and yanking against the steel cuffs that bound his wrists still. When she saw his hips slow down and the last few droplets ooze from the tip she knew she had succeeded in what she wanted.

Thylia pulled her hand back as well as her feet; she moved to her knees and knelt between his thighs. She leaned forth pushing her hands down into the surface and lay upon her heavy breathing husband. She kissed his lips feeling the small graduals of sand upon them. His eyes opened and looked within hers. Nothing needed said as their smiles said it all. The quicksand squished from between them as she placed her full weight upon him, it was there she lay covered in quicksand with her satisfied demon letting the mire ooze up around her as she waited for him to recuperate as if knowing what or who….is to come next.

Discipline and Desire

Sat, 28 May 2011 15:49:24 -0400

By: EroticMudLover

At the end of every winter season Thylia ached for spring to be here. The cold and snow gone would be gone and replaced by new life, vibrant blooms and wonderful smells. Towards the end of spring she’d get the need to go away and every year it’s always to the same place, the beach. She craved the feel of the warm sand on her bare feet, the smell of salt water taffy being freshly made at the boardwalk and the sound of crashing waves when they kissed the shore hard.

This year she decided she would go for a week alone, needing that time away from everyone and the drama that had been flowing her way like a tidal wave. She hadn’t felt like her self in the past few months with so much going on in her life and a week at the shore she knew would cure everything that had been weighing heavy on her shoulders.

Domination and submission had always been part of her lifestyle, usually she was the more controlling one in her relationships but the tables seemed to turn as of late. She was craving physical domination; she needed to feel pain and to be restrained while another took over her mind, body and soul.

The first night was spent walking the boardwalk; she sat on a bench and just breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly as she looked to the moon almost completely full on the dark horizon. Closing her eyes she heard a few soft voices of passer byes but mostly she loved the sound of the waves as they washed up on the sandy beach.

Night two she dressed in a skimpy outfit and hit a few clubs along the main strip. Normally at home she would go out with her lover and a few close friends, but tonight it was her and her alone. Thylia wasn’t looking for anything special, she was just looking to relax and forget her current life and the drowning feeling that she felt.

Wandering into a small bar at the end of the strip she felt slightly uneasy but not enough to turn around ad walk out. She looked around and felt over dressed as most of the people were bikers and they dressed the part. She took a seat at the end of the bar, she could feel eyes upon her but she didn’t care, let them look she thought.

Ordering a drink she sipped it slowly enjoying the taste. The next few were bought by guys in the bar and she didn’t turn them down. The drinks were flowing and she had a thirst. By two AM. Her head was in a slight fog and most of the bikers had left. Turning her head she looked a few seats down and there sat a pretty big guy compared to her. Thylia was 5’5, 134 pounds and was pretty toned. This guy was about 6’4, 280 and built like a brick shitter. He wore a lot of leather and from what she took in he was a mean son of a bitch. He was the type of guy you didn’t want to piss off, the type of guy she was itching to have tie her up and submit to.

With a few drinks and shots in her she felt the need to live dangerous and she knew approaching him in a cocky fashion and pissing him off might do the trick and if it didn’t she would either be tossed aside or maybe even hurt or laughed at but she was willing to take the chance. Why should she give a shit, she wouldn’t see him again.

Thylia stood up and made her way down the bar, there was roughly five pretty drunken people, her, the guy they called Big Daddy and the tender left. Stopping close to him he turned his head and looked at her, her dress was form fitting and her heels were every man’s wet dream, six inch fuck-me stilettos. Big Daddy’s eyes moved up and down her checking her out before he opened his mouth and spoke. “What the fuck are you doing here? Seems to me your in the wrong place.”

His voice was deep and she could feel her pussy grow wet just at the sound of it. Thylia planned to say mean things to him to get him all fired up and angry but when she parted her soft red colored lips nothing came out, every thought she had flew right out the window. All she could do was stand there looking to this massive man that could snap her in two with his thumb and finger. Big Daddy just sat there drinking his beer and staring at her. It was as if a light bulb went off in his head and he suddenly was in hers reading her thoughts.

“Slut, you been very bad tonight,” he said and looked her over once more. “I bet your husband or boyfriend would be upset if he knew his classy woman was in a biker bar looking for dick huh?” He laughed a deep sinister laugh. “You sure picked the wrong place to wander into slut.” He turned his head and looked at the tender behind the bar washing the glasses as I stood there not sure what I was getting myself into but I wasn’t about to turn around and run either.

He didn’t need to say anything as the tender and him made eye contact and the tender just nodded his head in a yes fashion. Big daddy stood up and towered Thylia, he took a big gulp of his beer and finished it off. Looking down to her she could see this dirty-minded smirk on his face. “Let’s go into the back room and discuss why a slut such as your self is here.”

“Follow slut.” He said to her not even looking at her as he walked to the back room and she willingly followed. As fucked up as the whole situation could turn out Thylia’s snatch was dripping wet and she could feel it between her thighs with each step she took as she walked behind him.

Once she walked into the back room she looked around seeing a few pool tables, dart games hanging on the walls, card tables and they were all empty at that hour of the morning. Also on the walls were a bunch of kinky sexual pictures and a vast array of ‘toys’ hanging on the walls as decorations.

Immediately he walked to the far back wall as she stood there waiting for what was to happen next as she could see him grabbing something but she couldn’t tell exactly what till he turned and walked back to her. Thylia noticed the police handcuffs he held in his thick fingers. He stared into her eyes, “get that damn goody two-shoes fucking dress off now bitch. You’re not as innocent as you look slut,” he said to her.

Thylia knew he was going to be exactly what she needed, wanted and craved. “Yes Sir” she said and stripped the dress off exposing her full body to him. He walked around her, grabbing the dress and tossing it on the table as he inspected the slut. He grumbled about her wearing no panties or bra. “Slut does need punished.”

“Yes Sir this slut does need punished.” Thylia replied feeling his eyes casting over every inch of her slender body. Her voice cracked as she spoke. For the first time in years she was now the one getting her arms yanked behind her back and feeling the cold steel close around her thin wrists. He reached and slapped her breasts, first the left and then the right making her whimper and squirm, making her crave more as her cunt twitched in pleasure and her nipples turned rock fucking hard. They were so hard they were like diamonds and she could cut glass with them both.

“Only whores and sluts don’t wear panties. Whores look for money and sluts looks to suck cock and get fucked hard. Which are you a whore or slut?” he asked as he walked around her. She felt his foot quickly move between her fuck-me heels and her feet parted wide. His hand came up between her thighs and he slapped her cunt lips from behind. “I said whore or slut…which the fuck are you?” His voice was rougher, more of an angry tone.

“S-slut Sir!” Thylia yelled out and quickly gasped a breath sucking one in and exhaling slowly. Fuck she thought she was going to cum right then and there when he slapped her dripping pussy.

He placed a large rough feeling hand on the soft skin of her shoulder and pressed her to her knees before him so that her face was right in front of his zipper. He watched her lower like a submissive slut, he was glad she strolled in, he was needing his dick sucked and he was feeling restless. This bitch to him was what he called ‘high class’. He was used to biker bitches and she was way up on the scale compared to the normal drunken loose bar whores around at that hour. He barked another order to her, “Unzip me with your teeth slut.”

Thylia leaned in and eagerly did as told. She was like an anxious starving cock sucker kneeling there almost salivating for his cock. She took the tab of the zipper between her teeth and yanked it down slowly. It slipped from her teeth only once before she had it down fully. As soon as it was all the way down his sizable fat dick popped out of the opening and she immediately placed her soft warm lips around the head and began a little tongue action to tease him.

He immediately pulled his hips back yanking his cock from her lips. He hated doing it as he loved the softness of her lips, the warmth of her mouth. Thylia felt a slap to her face, nothing real hard and felt two more following. Once again he smacked her breasts this time harder than he did the first time making her bite her bottom lip and hold back a cry. “Did I give you permission slut to suck my cock?” he asked her.

“No S-Sir…” she replied back and he could hear a soft moan from behind her closed lips. Thylia squirmed, feeling her pussy lips grind together, her clit swollen and slipping out part her parted thick petals. Thylia loved the feel of his cock in her mouth and knew it would feel even better in her cunt.

“Listen slut, you ask first and if I think you’re worthy of sucking my dick I’ll feed it to you. Right now I think you need a good fucking spanking to remind you of your role here with me.” With those words said he reached and grabbed a chair from a table close by and brought it closer and he sat down like the proud and cocky man he was. Thylia felt her long tress grabbed as he literally yanked her off her knees and pulled her across his lap.

His rock hard cock was sticking upwards pushing against her flat taut stomach; there was no way she could miss feeling it by far. She wanted to move, she wanted it to be pushed hard into her cunt but there was no way she could have that happen, he wasn’t going to allow that and Thylia knew it.

As Thylia began to squirm around over his lap rubbing his rigid cock against her naked belly he began to sank her and he spanked her hard. They were far from love taps and she wasn’t sure if he really knew his own strength or not but his hand sliced through the air and when it connected with her ass a loud flesh to flesh sound occurred and echoed in the backroom.

Big daddy had so much muscle in his shoulder, his arm that when he came down with his hand she knew he most likely couldn’t help coming down hard like a sledge hammer. Thylia was sure that the tender could hear the smacks, even the drunken people most likely heard and knew what was happening. Her ass hurt, it felt like her flesh was on fire. Thylia whimpered and sucked in each breath hard and held it as he spanked her. Tears began to well up in her eyes but in the same token she was sure he knew what he was doing to her, driving her crazy with the need to be fucked.

It was one whack after another, each one caused her ass to redden darker and darker as his hand prints covered over the one creamy ivory flesh. Thylia screamed and twitched, he grabbed her hair within his fist and held her there letting her body move like a wiggling, slithering snake upon his lap. He toned body glistened with sweat as he moved his eyes over the beautiful little slut and he knew the moisture caused the smacks to sting even worse than they would normally. His hand smoothed all over her rounded red cheeks as he could hear her whimper in pain as he did. “Does this fuck slut still was my dick?” he asked in a deep voice.

“Y-yes-s-s please…Sir” she cried out as he turned her head using her hair looking into her eyes. He spread her sweaty thighs and slid his large hand down between them and felt her sopping wet cunt. His cock was rock hard but he knew giving her fully what she wanted wouldn’t bring her back to him again and he could read Thylia, she would return.

“Such as shame slut won’t be getting it…” and with that said he began to spank her again, and again. Each time his hand connected with her ass a loud crack sounded within the room. Thylia screamed and cried our some more but only this time it wasn’t from the pain…this time the sounds were hers as she could feel her orgasm rip through her body as she came there lying across his lap. H knew what was happening, he had counted on her cumming and she did just as he wanted.

Big Daddy yanked her up and he stood looking to her as he told her to dress. Thylia wanted so bad to return the favor, to be his cock whore, to feel his fat rock-hard cock in her but he wouldn’t allow it. Once they go themselves together he reached and grabbed her hair once again and wrapped it around his fingers, turning her head he looked deep into her eyes as he spoke.

“Slut will be back, you need to be disciplined, and you crave my cock in your mouth, to suck it and to feel it in your cunt…” after his words ended he kissed her mouth hard and released her. He felt a grin move across his lips as he walked out leaving her standing there alone to give her self that last once over before she walked out into the bar.

Nothing was said, she quickly gathered her self together, her purse over her shoulder and quickly walked out of the back room and right out the front door never looking his way as he sat at the bar again with a beer.

Once outside she stopped and a huge smile appeared upon her face. Thylia realized that after all the years of giving the whippings she found her place. The raw heat and the reality of the experience with this man was amazing. He put her in her place; he stood up to her and knocked her down to where she wanted to be…needed to be.

Thylia took in a deep breath and released it slowly before she headed back to the motel. The breezed held a chill and felt good against her sweaty flesh. The smile wouldn’t leave her face as she ran the whole thing back through her head while she walked along the boardwalk. To Thylia the raw heat and the reality of the experience with his was amazing. It felt like she caught on fire inside and out, something she had never felt before like the orgasm she had that rippled through her out of nowhere. It hit like a winter’s storm that comes out of the blue, no warning and drops a ton of unexpected snow.

The frantic desire to get fucked had never been so intense. She now knew that whatever relations hip she was currently in was over, she found a man that she had been looking for and as long as he cared to dominate and control her she would gladly be there waiting patiently. The sun began to rise in the distance, it was kissing the night good-bye and a new wonderful day was to start. Thylia opened her room and as she closed the door behind her she undressed and collapsed on the bed, her ass was still very sore but she knew if she was returning to see him again she needed sleep. Her eyes closed and sleep found her letting her mind drift like an ocean wave of what was to come that night…in more ways than one.

Cougar unleashes

Fri, 01 Apr 2011 19:26:55 -0400

By: EroticMudLover

The sound of the street below woke Thylia from her slumber; she rose from the bed and stepped before the window looking down upon the busy small town street. The small town she lived in had a main road that was as busy as a city street. The rain fell hard as she listened to the tires moving upon the wet macadam, the puddles splashing up upon the sidewalk. Just as she went to turn around she glanced up she looked across the way and shook her head, the young little freak across the way was looking back from his bedroom window again. She grumbled at the sick boy, she had a son his age but she knew he stared at her whenever he had the chance to.

Thylia knew he knew that she had caught him a few times before that morning; she wanted to march over and confront him, possibly tell his girlfriend what he’s been doing for months. She could easily ruin his life if she wanted to. Thylia knew the kid wasn’t thinking with the right head as all knew men only had enough blood to tend to one head at a time and he currently wasn’t thinking with the upper one.

He had moved in around a year ago with his girlfriend, she guessed both being in the mid-twenties. Thylia had run into his girlfriend once before in the grocery store and they had a short conversation. She was from the city and worked in a small law firm and he worked from home for an advertising agency. They spoke once or twice after that meeting in the same spot on a Saturday morning.

Thylia was in her mid forties, her body was sleek, her breasts still firm and she worked out three times a week watching what she placed into her body food wise. She knew that as much as she called him sick, she was just as sick because she never closed her bedroom curtains, she liked the fact knowing he was peering over watching the things she did to herself when she felt the need. The thought of him standing there jerking off as she masturbated caused her pussy to grow wet. She enabled him, she enabled the pervert by letting him view her, by never telling anyone but what would she say?

Today the day was dreary; she was feeling a bit bitchy as well as horny and today was the last straw of her young sick pervert invading her space. There was no doubt in Thylia’s mind that he was standing there right now jacking his dick watching her standing there fully naked. She knew he was home alone, his girlfriend was at work and he had the lights off yet she could see a shadow moving about.

Thylia slipped on nothing but a thin flowing short dress that fell over her body fitting it like a glove, she brushed her long dark hair and went down the steps. Opening the door she could feel a warm breeze kiss her exposed flesh. She slipped on the closest pair of shoes which was a four inch white pump and closed the door behind her as she waited for the traffic to let up and crossed over. She stepped up on his porch and knocked on the door. She could hear him moving about on the other side and next heard him call out, “I’m coming”

She grumbled hearing that and thought he probably did cum at her expense. Thylia really hoped he didn’t get off, that by her walking away from the window made him stop jerking off. The door opened, he stood there as his face was beat red and his breath was heavy. She wasn’t sure if that was because he was embarrassed to see her standing there or because she caught him after he had already got off. Thylia didn’t wait for him to ask her in, she stepped up and pushed the door open and entered the house turning quickly to watch as he stood there with his mouth open. She took one step towards him and reached over and pushed the door shut with a slamming sound to let him know she wasn’t there for a friendly visit.

His eyes moved over her, there before him was an aggressive angry ‘cougar’. This was the same sexy older woman he had been watching and getting off to for months now and enjoying it. He even blogged about it under a name his girlfriend would never know was him. “Can I help you?”

Thylia stood there glaring at him, “help me? I think that it’s you that needs the fucking help!” she said back with a raised voice. “You must be fucking nuts if you think I haven’t caught you jacking off while watching me, just like you were a minute ago before I came over here!”

His eyes dropped, he looked like younger as his bare feet shuffled. He was wearing running pants only and she could hear the sound of the nylon as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “I’m, I’m sorry please don’t tell my girlfriend. I’ll do anything, please just don’t tell her.” He begged Thylia as she stood there with her arms crossed taking this all in.

Those words sent a surge of excitement through her, to have that power over a younger man drove the adrenalin through her making her cunt dripping wet. “I want your pants off now!” She said with a dead glare. She watched as he looked at her.

“Why?” he asked.

“You ask me why? Are you that fucking stupid? She wishes all men would just fucking listen when told to do something instead of asking questions. Thylia knew why some women gagged their men. “I believe your girlfriend has NO idea what you do when she’s at work. It sure would be a shame if she happened to find out her boyfriend was jacking his dick off to the neighbor woman almost every fucking day wouldn’t it?”

Thylia thought she could hear his heart thumping in his broad chest, as he finally realized how much control she had over the situation and more so how right she was. He knew his girlfriend would walk out and not look back. He placed his thumbs in the top part of his running pants and pushed them down slowly. Thylia watched as his cock sprung out. Her brow went up as she looked him over, a nice thick eight or possibly nine rock hard inches hidden away within the nylon material. Thylia knew he could easily satisfy her needs with a dick like he had. The rumor was older women were like wild cats in bed and this young stud was about to find out who he was messing with. If there was such a thing as a beautiful cock this guy had one and she was about to enjoy it to the hilt in more ways than one.

Walking over to him she dropped to her knees and her tongue slithered from her hot wet mouth and she ran it along one side of his cock and down the other not leaving his flared head untouched as she devoured it with her lips taking it within her mouth. He watched her; he couldn’t believe that the woman across the street was there on her knees before him blowing his dick. She looked up to him as her cheeks sunk in, his eyes widened as he could feel her swallow and her face was now mashed against his groin as the bitch was deep throating him. Her hands were on his hips, she was working his fat cock in and out of her throat as he looked down and watched her swallow it like a sword swallower with years of experience. He grunted and groaned, she could feel his cock pulsating upon her tongue as she pulled back and rammed his meat back into her throat where she swallowed a few times squeezing it as the head was deep within the depths of her air way .

Thylia enjoyed sucking dick, when she pulled back she could taste the salty pre-cum oozing from his piss hole all over her tongue. She gave a quick lick to the tip and pulled off his dick. He stood there wondering if she was teasing or what was going to happen next, he almost feared what was to come with her. He had never had a woman that was this aggressive and it turned him on. His cock was harder than it had ever been before. As much as she would have loved to take his full cock back into her throat and feel his hot seed coat her throat she needed to take that power, that control back plus she liked the look of shock on his face, loving that he was aching to cum bad for her.

She reached out and wrapped her fingers around his throbbing blood filled shaft and gave it a yank and watched how his facial expressions changed, how he grunted and the rest of his body followed like a puppy on a flesh lead leash. Thylia took a few steps back and then yanked him by his cock again, and he cried out as her long nails dug into the taut flesh. Releasing him she pushed him back and watched as he tripped over his pants that were pooled around his ankles and he fell back on the couch and looked at her as she lifted the hem of her short flowing dress.

Thylia yanked it up over her curvaceous hips exposing her shaven cunt to him, letting him see how swollen her pussy lips were, how the fleshy petals shimmered from her cunt juices as it seeped from her slit. Walking to him she straddled his lap not even needing to grab his cock and guide him in as she positioned his hips and forced that young studs cock right inside her velvet wet fuck hole and dropped her weight fully on him listening to him groan out in pleasure as she impaled her self on him.

He filled her completely; she laughed as his hips bucked and she figured he came right as her cunt kissed the tip and entered her tight dripping hole. “Don’t fucking cum yet you pussy assed botch.” She demanded as she was far from ready to get off. Thylia reached around his head and grabbed the top of the couch and began to ride his meat like a bitch in heat. His breathing changed, his face contorted as she continued to remind him he wasn’t allowed to cum, he was her little pussy boy and she called the shots.

Her snatch lips slide up and down his thick shaft, her ass grinded down on his lap as her tits bounced in his face. When he went to grab them she gave him a dirty look and he backed off. She knew he was easily trainable, to mold into anything she wanted him to be. He was holding back, his moaning grew louder as she pulled all the way up and dropped down again, her cunt squeezed his cock and then released as she repeated the motion. Her cunt hole swirled the fat cap making him cry out, and when she was ready Thylia got off all over his cock, coating it in her creamy hot cunt cum.

She rode him hard, fast and used that big beautiful cock she sucked and now fucked. Her moans filled the room, her tits swayed upon her chest as they strained to fall out of the dress as she came down from her orgasmic high. Quickly she pulled from him, his face was in shock, his cock she wore she could see pulsating as she laughed and glared at him as she barked a single word command. “CUM!”

He grabbed his cock and within a few quick long strokes his dick was shooting, spraying his hot seed all over himself, the couch and his hand as he jacked himself off for her to watch. He felt humiliated as she watched but at the same time, he enjoyed the control she had over him.

Thylia didn’t wait for words to be said; she yanked her dress down, smoothed over it and headed towards the door just in time as the knob turned in her hand. She watched the young buck scramble to yank his pants up and look as if he was doing nothing as his girlfriend walked in. “Hello, just borrowed your man for a few minutes to do me a favor.”

Thylia never stuck around for a conversation, she made her way back over and knew this was just the beginning of having a new fuck buddy.

"I’m naughty.. but nice. Innocent but dangerous. Revealing.. but teasing. Sinful…but virtous. I..."

Thu, 31 Mar 2011 10:39:23 -0400

“I’m naughty.. but nice. Innocent but dangerous. Revealing.. but teasing. Sinful…but virtous. I am…Erotic, chaotic, psychotic….I am ME!”

"I’m on the crest of an orgasm tidal wave, hoping …praying…it never breaks!"

Wed, 30 Mar 2011 23:01:25 -0400

“I’m on the crest of an orgasm tidal wave, hoping …praying…it never breaks!”

"“Whatever you give a woman, she’s going to multiply. If you give her sperm, she’ll..."

Tue, 29 Mar 2011 09:21:33 -0400

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“Whatever you give a woman, she’s going to multiply. If you give her sperm, she’ll give you a baby. If you give her a house, she’ll give you a home. If you give her groceries, she’ll give you a meal. If you give her a smile, she’ll give you her heart. She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her.”

So - if you give her crap, you will receive a bucket full of shit. Love and appreciate all the women in your life. *ponders multi orgasms!*

”

The Making Of A Glory Hole Slut

Sun, 27 Mar 2011 14:07:19 -0400

By: EroticMudLover

He told her they were going someplace very special that evening but it wasn’t a place she really needed to dress to the hilt for. In fact he did the next best thing; he picked out her clothing for her. Standing there at her closet he chose for her a plaid micro mini, a cropped classic white see through button down and to set it all off he picked out a pair of thigh high stockings and her tallest fuck-me black pumps from her monstrous stiletto heel collection.

The clothing was a normal dress down evening for her when they went out, so he had her guessing yet wouldn’t tell her keeping her on that edge. Thylia went to grab a pair of panties and a bra and he snatched them from her slender fingertips. “Those won’t be needed.” He said. “It’s almost time to go so get dressed and I want your hair up in ponytails so I can see your face Baby.”

Thylia did as told; she placed her long dark hair up in ponytails, applied a small amount of make-up and then began to dress. She looked over at her lover who was stepping into his jeans and pulling on a t-shirt over his muscular upper frame. Just watching him dress turned her on making her pussy grow slick with her sweet nectar.

Anticipation was felt adding to the wetness that had already been seeping and causing warmth between her thighs. She looked to him as he grinned back; one of those that you could tell the person was up to something yet didn’t know to what extreme it was. He looked her over and one would think after being together so many years his mouth wouldn’t have dropped like it did seeing her looking so sexy. He loved her long dark hair against her tanned skin and it being up in ponytails allowing him a bit of that schoolgirl fantasy. The kicker for him was the six inch fuck-slut stilettos, those he loved giving his Baby-girl a sluttish look like the private schoolgirl that had a wicked streak inside her dying to get out.

He drove; pulling into the parking lot her big blue eyes grew large seeing the sign ‘Adult World.’ He turned the car off and stepped out, he opened her door and he could see the nervousness in her face. They had talked about porn shops many a times and the items inside, they joked about the booths and the movies and toys they would buy to ‘play’ with. Thylia quickly recalled the conversations they had from time to time, so many thoughts jumbled in her head as he closed the door behind her. Thylia gulped hard sucking in a large amount of air with each breath as they approached the solid white door to the adult porn shop. The air was cold giving her a shiver through her small frame, her twin peaks grew erect and pushed against the crisp white cotton top.

The gentleman side in him was still showing as it always did, he opened the door and she entered first with a nudge from behind by him. Thylia looked around, it was dimly lit and his shadows caste over her from behind. He stood there so relaxed and there stood his lover girl like a doe caught in the headlights.

Thylia stepped aside and she watched him, he took in a deep breath like one would when you enter a house of family on a holiday and can smell the food cooking and all the trimmings. The only thing Thylia smelled was the scent of stale cigarettes, cigars and sex, cum to be precise. Her eyes scanned everything quickly, she noticed the toy section, the movies as they were everywhere broken into categories and then there was a section with two dingy white doors in the back area. A door at one end and another at the other end of the wall marked with signs. This was not the typical porn shop, those doors led to special little rooms like dressing rooms called booths to watch various genre of porn in where she knew all kinds of things happened that she wouldn’t even be able to wrap her head around.

He pointed the way for her, pointing to the door on the left and nudged her again as she walked slowly towards it. Her steep tips on the heels of her stilettos sounded causing men to look her way, not that they didn’t to begin with when she walked in as she could feel the guys eyes moving over her body, a feeling of violation and humiliation. Thylia was out of her element for sure, she knew it and so did anyone in the store looking at her.

He reached around her and opened the door, she walked through and right away she saw a line of closet like stalls and heard an array of moans and groans from both males and females. The female ones were in the triple X movies that the men were watching and of course the male moans were from those she could actually see before her as there were no doors on the stalls.

They walked the line, and she could see a couple of guys on their knees in booths sucking hard on different size and colored cocks stuck through holes on the opposite side of the wall where men stood with their pants down and their hands against the walls like they were being frisked. Each grinding the wall, grunting and groaning as they neared their orgasms. The expressions on their faces said it all, and Thylia noticed nobody cared when she looked at them. It was a turn on for her to see the sights before her, she tried not to look shocked or ‘stare’.

They came up upon an empty booth, there was a hole on each side of the wall, one already had a rock hard cock and a huge set of balls sticking through it and the other was empty.

Thylia’s stomach was in knots, she was feeling overwhelmed and was not sure what he wanted to do, what he wanted her to do. Yet, her cunt was aching, dripping with wetness. He stopped Thylia and had her turn around and with his hands he guided her to spread her feet and bend forth. He lifted up her little mini skirt a tad more and she could feel her cunt being exposed and shown off to the stranger waiting there for his dick to be sucked off. Thylia felt a grip of fingers from behind, her cunt was being squeezed as she bit her bottom lip keeping her head forth looking to the dirty wall that was once white and was now a dungy gray in color. The whole grunge look was part of the attraction for many and it created an atmosphere that was totally charged by sex, sex and nothing else but sex.

He stood her back up and pointed to the empty booth; she went in and then watched as a grin appeared upon his face. He dug in his pocket and pulled out a roll of twenty dollar bills and peeled two off it. He fed them into the bill machine on the wall and watched as the screen came up with small squares on it and varies movie pictures. He combed through them hitting to the next page and picked a movie involving glory holes as she held the smirk back.

Thylia was starting to relax, she knew what was up and had always wanted to please her husband and it was now a time of put up or shut up. They spoke about this over and over late at night and now it was a fantasy about to come to reality for her, for him, for them. He pointed to the hole that the guy had just returned his cock into. She looked to the huge set of balls hanging there under the already stiff prick. Thylia loved to suck the cum from her husband’s balls and knew this man’s was filled to the max with hot jiz as they swayed slightly back and forth as he positioned himself on the other side of the wall. His balls almost looked painful as the flesh at the top of the sac stretched like weights were attached to them.

He pointed to the cock that was there before me, the movie began to start and Thylia listened as the woman on the movie talk as she gripped a thick rock hard cock on the other side of her wall. Thylia could feel the sexual kitten inside her stirring, the freaky schoolgirl was beginning to come out and rise up to the surface. He placed his hands upon his little sexy slutty schoolgirl’s shoulders and guided her down to her knees before the cock sticking through the hole in the wall. “It’s time baby-girl to bring that dirty fantasy to reality.”

The movie grew louder, she could hear the woman going to town sucking the anonymous cock on the other side of the wall and the male in the movie playing his part as he grunted and groaned out loud. Thylia felt the strange cock caress her cheek, it moved against her soft flesh as the stranger moved on the other side readying him self to get a head job from another man’s cock slut.

They spoke about this in the privacy of their bedroom but now he was actually making her do it. She turned her head slightly to see her husband undoing his pants; he was now standing there getting ready to get off as he watched his girl sucking another man’s dick.

Thylia hesitated, and then reached forth and wrapped her fingers around the hard dick before her face and started stroking it before her husband who now was doing the same as his excitement was starting to build. He could see her reluctance to go through with this, and it was then he commanded her to do it. “We came here for you to suck cock and that is what you are going to do my cock-slut, so get to sucking…let me see you swallow that man’s cock now!”

She never wanted to disappoint him, she was always the pleaser and this was no different. She was about to suck her first anonymous cock through a glory hole. She leaned in close, her soft full lips moved around the fat swollen mushroom cap and they heard the man on the other side groan out loudly as he felt her heated breaths and her soft lips upon his deep red knob immediately bringing a droplet of pre-cum to the surface of the tip. She smeared it all over her lips and as she was just about to lick it from them, her lips parted slightly to allow her tongue to slide out she felt a hand on the back of her head and the pressure behind it as he pushed her mouth on the thick meat.

He pushed the back of her head so hard that she had no choice but to try and swallow a few gulps before she felt this guys cock slide down her throat, going deep down within her tight velvety airway making her gag like a baby. He held her head there, her lips wrapped around the base, her hand reached up and fondled his balls within her soft fingertips.

“Make me proud and be a good little cock sucker, enjoy it like you do mine…” he said to her and stood directly behind her watching her and then the movie as he wrapped his fist back around his own thick hard cock. She needed to suck her first cock to get her over the newness of glory holes and being in public. Men walked by, they stopped and looked at the dirty cock sucker on her knees at the glory hole sucking dick whishing it was theirs and then moved on hoping maybe that could be them on the other side of the wall sometime.

Thylia went straight to work; she was going to make her old man proud of her. One of her slender feminine hands worked the guy’s shaft jacking him as she pulled back and worked the top half, her tongue swirled his head, and her tongue dipped in and out of his piss hole as her head went side to side. Her nimble fingers continued to massage his balls, his moans filled his booth, the movie moans filled theirs as she worked his meat in and out of her throat.

She pulled, tugging his sac rolling it around in her hand as she could feel the ponytails moving, swaying touching her exposed flesh. Thylia felt a hand yank her tails; her husband wanted a clear view of the other man’s dick being sucked by his girl, his cock slut. Thylia’s mouth began to pull double duty, her small fist kissed her lips every time she came up on the upstroke and her mouth took his head back into her warm airway.

He watched as her cheeks caved in from how hard she was sucking another guy’s thick hard cock. Every couple seconds she would repeat a pattern, her mouth twisted around the fat knob, licking it, lapping the bubbling pre-cum and then swallowing him whole once again.

Watching her made him speed up his stroking motion; he was so turned on by watching her mouth, watching her take it like a true professional cock slut. Thylia looked to her husband from the corner of her eyes and he nodded in approval. There she was sucking a strangers cock, her husband was behind her watching and jacking his own meat to the sight before him. Nobody realized the porno ended, it didn’t matter, they could hear their own moans and groans, the sounds she made sucking the cock seemed to echo throughout the booth area. He knew others were jacking to the sounds as well not just him.

She concentrated on every inch of the guys cock, feeling the way the thick prick throbbed, how the veins popped up against the flesh as she could feel them upon her lips as she moved her mouth up and down him. He knew how he loved the way his own pulsating steel hard cock felt against her lips and he could only imagine what was going through the other guys head, his sounds were giving it away as was his gyrating hips against the wall and the way he pounded his balled fists against it also.

Thylia slid her lips down the swollen organ until the whole cock was fully in her mouth and her cheeks sunk in and her throat was completely filled. Her face was buried almost against the dirty hole in the wall adding to the excitement. It wasn’t long before he was able to see the man’s cock stiffen more and more as she sucked on him, the veins pulsing rapidly against her sweet soft pink lips.

“Fuck I’m going to blow my wad!” the guy yelled from the other side of the wall and thrust his hips against the dirty wall. Thylia pulled back, she was about to release the throbbing cock when she felt a large hand on the back of her head force her head forth to swallow the fat lengthy shaft again holding her head there as the guy blew his load deep into the depths of her throat as she struggled to swallow it all.

With each gyration of his hips against the wall he shot hot ropes of cum into her throat, the hand on the back of her head holding her there as she breathed heavily through her nose. His balls emptied into her, his sweet little schoolgirl kneeling there sucking cock at a glory hole for the first time making him proud. Thylia swallowed as fast as she could, never allowing one drop to hit the floor.

He gave his little cock sucker credit; she sucked like a pro, guzzling down cum of another man’s. His hand slid from her head he yanked her off the semi flaccid dick and turned her head and rammed his cock down into her throat and repeated the same process only this time he was able to feel her warm throat, her lashing tongue and those big blue eyes looking back into his as her cheeks suck in and she sucked again.

“That’s it baby, suck me off…take every drop.” Thylia could see the guy from the other side of the wall; she stood there watching her work, watching her suck yet another cock till it shot off in her mouth. Her husband pulled back and showered her face with half a load of his hot seed, claming her as his. He already knew she was but it was a beautiful sight to see. Cum hung on her tanned flesh, he grinned looking to her as she sucked the head getting every drop.

Once finished he yanked her up and escorted his little schoolgirl cock sucker out of the porn shop with a smile.

Anal Cherry

Sun, 27 Mar 2011 00:09:57 -0400

By: EroticMudLover

Thylia felt a staleness coming over her in her sexual relationship with her lover of many years. He seemed to be stuck in one area and she needed more and feared she would get bored in the bedroom soon and it was something she honestly did not want to happen. So, she decided to discuss it with a good friend of hers and see if she could offer any advice before things really got into a rut.Thylia and Kat had been friends since their younger teen years so anything they spoke about was most likely something that had been spoke about between them before.

They weren’t much different from each other, age wise the same, both were slender with long hair, Thylia had black hair and Kat had brown. Thylia’s eyes shimmered like sapphires and Kat’s topaz gemstones. The only real difference was Thylia was a little taller of the two and they always agreed Kat had the better 36D tits but Thylia had the great ass with nice rounded cheeks that curved all the way to her small waist.

Kat poured them each a glass of wine and Thylia began to talk about the issues she and her loved were having in the bedroom. Kat listened and they tossed out a few ideas, Thylia shocked herself as she asked Kat if…she would be interested in a three-way. They had done it before but that was a guy they both had the hots for and didn’t feel like competing for so they both had him at the same time. This was different; this was a man she had been serious with for 14 years. They discussed it for a little longer and agreed a three-some would be doable and they would be able to keep the close friendship they had without any kind of conflict and both had discovered their bisexual side at a younger age…together. So, three-somes and same sex lovers were not anything new to either of them.

That evening Thylia watched as her lover went into the shower and after a few minutes she stripped down and joined him. It was something they used to do a lot but between him working out of town and her being busy with school they seemed to lose touch in the sex area but tonight was a set up and a perfect one at that as everything fell into place without even try so to Thylia it was meant to be.

Thylia closed the shower glass see-through door behind her as she looked at her lover’s body. He was handsome, built and dripping with water making his skin glisten. She stepped under the water as he stepped back letting her enjoy the hot water as it cascaded over her fully. Rivulets of water ran over her firm tits, along her thighs and when she turned around the water covered her back and ran over that tight ass that he loved so to bite, grip and smack.

Just as they started to lather up, the bathroom door opened. He slid the shower door over a few inches and was in shock seeing a naked Kat walking through it like she lived there and was invited. He was speechless, his head turned as he looked at Thylia and she smiled back giving him that impish grin. “Its okay I invited her…” she told him. Thylia noticed he was both in shock and speechless for a change.

Thylia slid the door closed on his side and opened hers enough for Kat to join them. The three of them squished in the small tub, as Thylia laughed seeing the look on her lovers face, it was a look she never seen before. He seemed to be in amazement at what was unfolding before him but she knew once they started this whole thing it would all work out quite well.

One the one side of Thylia was Kat and on the other side was her handsome husband supporting a full sized erection. Kat immediately hugged up behind Thylia and looked around her at her friend’s husband with a grin. Thylia felt Kat’s tits pressing against her back as Kat’s hands were caressing Thylia’s stomach. Her hands moved up to her breasts giving hem a playful grope to get any kind of uncomfortable feeling out of the way.

Thylia was in heaven, she had Kat’s hard pink nipples pressing against her back and her lover’s cock against her stomach as she was sandwiched between them. Her body trembled as she felt this ravenous desire to have both of them and it didn’t seem like either of them would mind as a soft male voice whispered into her ear, “turn around Baby, I’m going to give you something you have hinted about a few times.” Thylia didn’t fight him on it, but she had no idea what he was speaking about or what he was up to either. She never caught the Cheshire grin that he gave to Kat over his wife’s shoulder or the one Kat gave back as she leaned in and felt his lips against hers and when the tender little kiss broke she gave Thylia the room to turn about so the two females faced each other.

Quickly she eagerly turned, the heated water splashing everywhere as one body or another stepped under the cascading water. He reached around her and grabbed her wrists within his thick fingers and raised her arms and with the help of Kat they placed Thylia’s hands on the metal towel rack behind Kat which placed Kat between Thylia’s arms. She stepped forth and pressed their breasts together while her hands came up and sifted through Thylia’s wet hair giving her a tender kiss till each opened their mouths and their tongues dueled playfully in one warm mouth then the other as he watched his wife and her best friend causing his cock to throb between his wife’s tight ass cheeks.

His arms came around his wife, he lifted and squeezed her tits and watched over her shoulder as Kat licked her lips after the kiss and leaned in going from one pink nipple to the other as Thylia moaned out. Kat’s hands replaced his; he pulled back and soaped his thick throbbing prick so it was lathered and slick. He then placed it back between her cheeks as his one hand guided her forth, bending her over a bit. He gripped his wife’s hips and slides his cock back so that the dark-colored swollen head was pressing against her tight puckered asshole sliding it all around it then his cock would slide back through her cheeks.

He held his wife against him tightly as Kat explored her breasts, sucking her nipples, biting them and every now and then she would feel Thylia cupping her breasts and rolling her nipples. He would grab Kat’s ass and give it a squeeze, a tease here and there as they eyed each other as if they were working together instead of Kat and his wife.

Thylia felt a wave of ecstasy roll through her body as his cock tip rested once more against her puckered dirt hole, rubbing up and down across the puckered area. Kat could feel Thylia stiffen up. Thylia had always wanted him to fuck her ass and would drop hints now and then. He was never into it but she had a feeling he had a change of heart that evening. Kat looked Thylia directly in the eyes; she smiled knowingly at her best friend and knew Thylia needed to relax or her ass wasn’t going to be loose enough for him even to try fucking it. Kat knew what to do to fix the issue at hand.

Kat kneeled down before her beautiful female best friend and wrapped her arms around Thylia’s toned thighs and just as Thylia leaned forth a bit she watched Kat push her face between her thighs into her cunt and attack her fuck hole with her pink stiff tongue. Thylia tossed her head back letting out a groan as her now female lover eagerly munched upon her shaven cunt. As she was savoring Kat’s tongue licking, rimming her pussy hole her male lover popped his fat cock head into his wife’s cherry tight asshole listening to her moan and cry out from a mixture of pleasure and pain.

This was the most incredible feeling Thylia had ever experienced. She clenched a bit each time her husband’s huge rock-hard cock burrowed into her thigh narrow anal canal, stretching her tiny asshole to the max. It may have not been the best time to have anal sex without lube and using soap as she could feel her sphincter burning a little from all the friction but Kat’s soothing tongue slithered in, out and around her pussy hole and clit. Kat knew how to eat cunt, she massaged deep inside my dripping hole and she knew her way around a clit as she had Thylia’s throbbing. The cunt-lapping was a major diversion from the pressure she was feeling in her ass.

It didn’t take long before her lovers had her begging to cum. Thylia felt his thick cock deep within the depths of her bowels with each thrust as he lifted her to her tip toes. Kat was kneeling there one hand between her thighs finger fucking her pussy or rubbing her clit feverishly while sucking or licking Thylia’s pussy. Thylia’s body went back and forth between both her lovers, she was feeling her cunt filled with a hot stiff tongue slithering in and back out as well as her ass being pumped full of the best piece of cock she ever had or wanted.

The one thing Thylia found out when she was young was that she had the ability to orgasm from touches to all parts of her body. If he rubbed her tits, she could and would cum, suck on her nipples, she would get off from just that, so tonight was a pleasure filled fucking as she had both lovers on her.

He continued to fuck his wife as he listened to the moans and cries from Kat. Every now and then he would watch her fucking her own cunt with her fingers while eating his wife’s snatch. He continued fucking her ass, he picked up speed as he bent his knees slightly so that he could thrust every rock hard fucking inch of his dick into her asshole as he could. He was angled just right, she could feel the head of his throbbing cock rubbing over this one spot which made her squirm and push back hard against him squeezing around the thick base of his meat.

Thylia’s ass gripped his rock-hard thick length and started milking the creamy man chowder from it and at the same time Kat took her blood engorged clit into her talented mouth again and began frantically sucking on it while fingering her cunt causing her to be pushed over the edge with almost her first sex scream ever. Thylia was bucking hard and fast between both of them as she began to orgasm. Her husband was grunting and ramming into her asshole while holding tightly to her hips and Kat she was reaching her peak the same time by finger fucking her wet pussy hole. The three sounded off in the shower, the sounds of sexual pleasure filled the apartment as they all felt the pleasure.

They all reached a point if no return, not able to handle, a chain reaction between the three of them that was needed. Thylia got off first then Kat, all they could do was moan and groan, breathing heavily as Kat stood up and stepped from the shower leaving the two alone again. Thylia was feeling this tidal wave ripping through her as her husband continued to fuck her deeply. The water felt so good as it streamed down over her body, her pussy was pulsating as she worked her hips back and forth with her husbands.

The slickness of her cunt juices ran from her hole, she could feel it between her inner thighs as it trickled out. Her lover man rammed into her ass hard shoving her against the metal rack and wall, he grit his teeth and groaned out louder than he had all night and rammed his wife’s ass so deep and hard, grinding into it as he shot off. His thick gobs of hot cream filled her bowels as he grinded against her ass. Thylia felt her knees begin to buckle under her as her husband quick wrapped his arms around her and held her close to him, he back to his chest as she milked his dick till there felt like there was no cum left in his balls.

He breathed hard, and pulled out once his cock began to soften. He helped his wife wash up and then washed up then as they stepped out of the shower. Thylia looked for her female lover but she had slipped out of their apartment. They then lay in bed and each had confessed the set up, both going to Kat, and laughed. That night rekindled their sex life again.

Office Tease

Fri, 25 Mar 2011 16:04:00 -0400

By: EroticMudLover

He watched her outside his office window, the way she moved, bending over showing him her ass when she wore short skirts that raised up her creamy thighs so high her ass would hang out. He knew when she did and didn’t wear panties to work just by the way she teased him giving him little peeks of her cunt lips from behind. She knew exactly what she was doing and making damn sure she knew he was watching.

Thylia loved to tease her boss, and why not, he was tall and handsome an easy fuck since his marriage was on the rocks and most likely the poor man wasn’t getting laid. He was four years younger than her; her marriage was no different. So what was so bad about a playful bit of fun at work she thought?

Mr. Q as he was known in the office admires his secretary. Her long dark hair flowed down her back, her body was sleek, breasts were firm and her ass looked great in anything she wore from jeans to tight fitting mini skirts. He noticed her eyes; they were the deepest color of blue that he had ever seen with a slight hint of green like the ocean. Her breasts were perky, not too small and not to big as he often fantasized about placing his fat hard cock between them and tit fucking her right there when she was bending over her desk in a low cut shirt facing him on the other side of his office window. The only thing that stopped him from grabbing her was the workman wandering around their floor doing all the remodeling to the offices.

It was Saturday afternoon, the sun was shining and there were so many other places people could be but instead the small group gathered in the office to meet a crucial deadline. Mr. Q wore jeans and a polo shirt just like the three other males that were there busting their ass to get the work done and get the hell out of there to enjoy their day off. The five females dressed casual, some in shorts, jeans and of course there was his lovely secretary in a micro mini that flowed around her upper thighs with each step she took.

They came in at 6am and by 11am they had everything completed and the proposal was faxed out to their client. Everyone left but Thylia who was finishing up the last of the calls and Mr. Q. who sat behind his office desk looking out the window down into the busy Saturday street at the traffic below. He was always the last to leave if his right hand man wasn’t around and that was the case today. He dreaded going back home to a house where he felt boxed in at. He wasn’t in the mood to listen to his wife bitching once again about anything and everything.

He turned back around and starring him in the face was a nice tight heart-shaped ass sticking out from under a white skirt. His cock immediately got hard. He placed his hand over his crotch and gave his dick a rub. A soft groan slipped from his lips as he knew it had been a long while since he had been laid and he wanted her. He wanted to feel her lips wrapped around his cock, he wanted to feel her cunt juices coating his face, his cock. He wanted to smell her scent, to taste her and listen to her moan.

Pushing back from his desk he walked out of his office and down the corridor towards the elevators locking the elevators and the entrances to their floor. He walked back to towards the offices where he saw her getting ready to go, he knew it was now or never. Just as she came around her desk he stood before her, her breasts partially exposed in the low cut top. He didn’t say anything; he pushed his body against hers and walked her backwards with his muscular form.

Thylia felt her cunt become wet as the juices seeped from her slit and formed between her toned thighs. She didn’t put up a fight; she needed a good fucking and knew this man was the one to give her it. His fingers grabbed her wrists and he held her there between him and his desk. Leaning in his head tilted and Thylia’s followed leaning the opposite way and their lips met, open and ready to taste each other’s.

The sexual tension between them was no longer bearable. This needed to happen even if it was just once, and they had to get it out of the way. He placed her hands behind her on this desk and pushed her back a bit so she was leaning as he used his leg to part hers and stand between them just as the long hard sexually heated kiss ended.

Releasing her wrists, he looked her dead in the eye and spoke; “Don’t move them…” his hands went to his belt, quickly undoing it and then his pants next. His cock sprung out from his jeans and the tip rested against her stomach. Her eyes dropped, his cock was thick, rock hard and had the most delicious purplish colored head. Thylia could see the veins pushing against the flesh as the blood pumped through them. He was ready for a good fucking and she was more willing to give it to him.

Thylia wanted him to devour her, fuck she wanted to drop to her knees and suck the cum from his cock like a cum-starved cock slut. He made the decision for both of them what was going to happen as he leaned around her and in a single swipe everything that was on his desk went to the floor in a series of crashing sounds. His hands went to her creamy spread thighs and he lifted her skirt up above her waist letting it pool around her slender hips. His eyes dropped looking over her cunt, her shaven lips were swollen and slick with her pussy juices. The small nub was no longer hidden within its home. It was peeking out and calling to him to touch it.

He reached over her and took her wrists and placed her arms out to her sides, he curled her fingers over the edge of the desk and leaned back. “Don’t fucking let go of the desk, understand me?” He said as she could feel his hands rest on her hips.

“Yes,” she whispered as she felt him hands slide up along her sides pushing her thin tank top up exposing her firm breasts hidden within a white lacey bra. His thumbs slid under the sides of her tits and flipped her bra up exposing her tits fully to him.

“Good girl,” He said as cupped her breasts squeezing them in his big hands making her nipples pop up like twin cherries on the top of an ice cream Sunday. He leaned down starring into her eyes, she could feel his cock head slide in-between her slightly wet puffed cunt lips and felt her hips lift slightly off the top of the desk trying to push the head of the cock into her slippery wanton fuck hole.

A grin appeared upon his face as his mouth closed over her nipple and he sucked upon the tender wrinkled flesh surrounding her nipple and pulled almost releasing it yet didn’t instead he took the nipple between his teeth and bit it making her squirm while he pinched her other nipples between her fingertips and thumb. He applied pressure on both and felt her struggle, he listened to her moan as his hips pushed inwards and he popped the thick head in her wet slimy cunt hole with a groan. “Oh, fuck yea Baby.” He said as his teeth released her nipple and his eyes closed letting the moment be savored for both as he put his weight on her feeling her legs lift around his waist and lock behind his back.

Thylia needed a man to put her in her place; every man she had ever been with was passive and rolled like a puppy. She needed and loved a challenge and he was it. For the first time ever she had a man telling her what to do and not the other way around. He gripped her other nipple and tugged her tits about her chest as his hips pulled back and he popped the dark tinted flesh knob in and out of her seeping hole. He knew he had not been as rock had as he was at that moment since back in his younger years. This woman touched every bit of his inner being; she was what he was needed.

Thylia’s thighs tightened her calves muscles popped out as she tried to use her legs to pull him into her. He fought her and as she tried he pinched her nipples harder, so hard they eventually went numb. Thylia cried out, her fingers white-knuckled the edge of the desk as she tossed her head left and right whimpering and moaning feeling the pain shoot through her breasts and then the numbness came to play.

Mr. Q watched her, he watched her body move before him, when her body twisted he could feel her pink walls twist around the head of his dick making his knees weak and leaving him wanting more. He figured this for a one time deal; he wanted to make sure the both enjoyed it. He released her nipples and placed his hands on the side of her head as his body leaned over her. He pushed back against her locked feet holding her back from forcing him inside her as his hips moved in a slow circle driving his cock tease of a secretary crazy as he literally swirled the fat head inside her dripping pussy hole.

His lowered his head holding back on her, his voice was soft as he whispered in her ear, “want your boss’s cock you little cock tease?” his breathing was heavy and hot against her ear as he waited for her answer smashing her mounds of flesh against his chest as he rocked back and forth upon her fucking her playfully, teasingly with his bulbous head.

Her head went to the left, to the right as she gasped a breath. He could tell she wanted to release the desk and grab him and every time he cause her just about to let it go he growled deeply at her like an alpha dog and her fingers quickly tightened again without a word spoken. “Y-yes…yes, I want…I want your cock in me, please…please fuck me…” she cried out arching up from the desk.

He had her exactly how and where he wanted her, God he loved this, having her under him begging for his thick meat. “Please Q!”

“Please what my little office slut? Please who?” he asked lifting his head and upper chest looking directly into her eyes.

“I want you to please fuck me with your cock Mr. Q!” she yelled out to him as she squirmed upon his desk working his cock head with her inner pink slick walls.

“That’s right, Mr. Q…” he said in a deep breath.

He slipped more of his hard shaft inside her cunt, his head lifted as he could feel her struggling to push him into her more using her heels on his bared ass. Thylia was trying hard to get him to drive his meat fully in her but he wasn’t allowing that to happen. He was keeping the power, that control over her showing her it wasn’t her in charge; it wasn’t her giving the orders but him. He was doing the teasing now and she was getting back what she gave to him for weeks…months.

Thylia released the desk and went to grab his arms and as soon as he caught her arms coming up he turned her to her side, raised his hand in the air and came down hard on her bare soft ass with his hand. The sound seemed to echo within the four office walls as she cried out and quickly grabbed the desk again as she was first told. He smirked, “good girl.” He grunted out as he held his hips there letting her squirm on his dick once again.

“M-m-m-m-m so hot and wet, I knew your pussy would be tight…” he said and moaned rocking back and forth between her legs.

“F-fuck” she said and gasped bucking her hips forcing a little more of his stiff prick inside her. “Fuck me damn it!” she cried out. His brow raised and he pulled back his hips letting the head sit there at the entrance to her cunt.

“No, No, I’m sorry…please…” She begged feeling the empty void as her cunt muscles twitched as she laid there.

He realized she was his, she was a puppet and he was her puppet master to do with as he pleased.

“Smart girl to apologize to Mr. Q. tell me how bad you want my cock you little office tease. My tease…You wanted me to fuck you since day one didn’t you?” he said rubbing his swollen head along the rim of her convulsing pussy hole.

“God yes, yes I want you to fuck me, fuck your cock tease…” she said admitting she was now his. It didn’t shock her, she wanted his dick inside her since she sat across from him the day she was interview. There was such a sexual connection that they both knew it and yet said nothing about it.

Once she admitted she was his, it was all he needed to hear, this was no longer a once time thing…this would be a whenever he wanted it affair. His hands slide along the desk and gripped the edge above her head. He used it as leverage and just as he leaned down and bit her nipple between his teeth his hips pulled back and he rammed ever inch of his rock hard cock inside her tight, wet, warm cunt hole. They both moaned out at the same time. Her legs pulled him into her for that extra little bit piercing his rod within her tight deep depths.

He began fucking her like a mad man on his desk. He was grunt and the sweat beads began to form on his forehead. His desk as heavy as it was started moving across the office floor from the force of his thrusts into his office cock tease. Thylia moaned and squealed out, her body trapped under his much larger and muscular one. He rammed her again and again not letting up wanting her to have every hard inch of his cock fucking her tight dripping wet pussy. Thylia just like him had waited for over three months for this exact moment to take place and neither was disappointing the other. Her arms stayed out as her fingers gripped the edge still, she could feel her body jutting back and forth under him as she slid upon his desk with each thrust.

Mr. Q. picked up speed, he was fucking this tease like his ass was on fire and she was the last piece on earth. He slid his hands back along the desk and slid them under her just as her back arched. He picked her up off the desk keeping his cock buried deep inside her sloppy wet cunt and walked to the glass window that was between his office and the reception area she sat out daily.

Thylia felt the cold glass against her bare ass and lower back. Her hair was across her face, sweat built on her forehead as she looked at him and moaned, “Please, please don’t stop…fuck me harder!” she screamed out to the man that had her literally impaled upon his mighty dick.

Those words set him off, he began pounding his big cock in and out of her holding her hips lifting her and dropping her slender body on him feeling her squeeze his stiff throbbing prick with her inner warm walls of velvet. “God fucking damn woman you feel incredible.” He said and fucked her so deep and hard his huge cock was nearly tearing her apart and she loved every thrust, every inch of dick he was giving her.

They moved as one, when his rhythm speeded up so did Thylia’s. He gave back as good as she could. He fucked her hard against the glass wall. He reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head to the side as he banged that pussy. “Who’s cock tease are you?” he asked in a deep demanding voice.

Thylia cried out feeling the hold of her hair, loving that he grabbed a handful. “Yours, Mr. Q.’s tease” she screamed as her bare heels dug into the back of her ass, her stiletto pumps fell from her feet when he was teasing her driving her into a sexual frenzy.

He pulled her up and then dropped her down hard, she felt him pierce her again to the bone listening to her cry out. He pumped that thick prick fast inside her cunt feeling her juices seeping from her and down around the base of his cock and down his balls. Thylia tightened her thighs around him as her body stiffened and she tried holding back for as long as she could. “Tell me to cum, please Mr. Q…let me cum all over your cock…”

That was the first time a woman not only begged to be fucked by him but begged to cum as well. That right there tripped a trigger inside of him as his back arched hard; he looked to her and told her to cum all over his dick. Thylia’s whole body tensed up and her orgasm exploded letting her boss feel her hot cum rush over his swollen cock head and along his shaft forcing him to shoot his hot stick load of cum deep inside his office cock-tease.

The moans, groans and grunts of sexual ecstasy filled the office as did the smell of hot needed sex. He held her there letting her pussy milk every drop of cum from his sac. Their body stuck together as he leaned against her pinning her to the window panel as they enjoyed the after glow of a quick Saturday afternoon fuck. They both knew, there was no turning back after that day, they knew they both wanted it again and made plans for the next fucking.

Danger…Quicksand! LadyThylia in Peril bound within a...

Wed, 23 Mar 2011 09:51:00 -0400

Danger…Quicksand! LadyThylia in Peril bound within a bizarre tree as it sinks her down deep within a pit of quivering quicksand…a sand and water mix that sucks her within it like thousands of little fingers gripping her flesh, tugging her deeper and deeper making her one with it like a virginal offering to the quivering slushy…slurry like earth.

"Lust is to the other passions what the nervous fluid is to life; it supports them all, lends..."

Tue, 22 Mar 2011 22:07:45 -0400

“Lust is to the other passions what the nervous fluid is to life; it supports them all, lends strength to them all ambition, cruelty, avarice, revenge, are all founded on lust. - Marquis de Sade”

"Evil is only good perverted.” - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow"

Tue, 22 Mar 2011 15:54:51 -0400

““Evil is only good perverted.” - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”

Peril & Payment Part 3

Tue, 22 Mar 2011 15:49:00 -0400

His hand went to the base of his cock; he guided the head to her lips once again and smeared the pre-cum upon them. His free hand curled back into a fist and grabbed the hair on the back of her head once more as he wrapped the long locks tightly about his fist and began to push her head towards him. He watched as her lips parted for him and bit down on his bottom lips to hold back a groan as the bulbous head slid through her lips meeting her warm slick pink tongue. He couldn’t help it; he left out a long lingering groan from the feeling of her warm tongue as he slid his shaft along it.

His fist pushed on the back of her head, he watched as her cheeks puffed slightly and he could feel those few swallows she took right before she offered him her throat to fuck. Just as the tip of his cock met her tonsils he pushed hard against the back of her head and forced his cock fully down into her tight wet, warm air way till he could push no more of his girth inside her. His fist moved from around the thick base and left her lips wrap tightly. Another groan escaped his lips as he held her there not letting her back of, he could feel her throat squeezing his meat, a feeling that he loved and desired from his fuck-toy.

He watched her face turn red; her cheeks puffed up and sucked in as she breathed through her nose. He held her there against him fucking her face as his hips started to grind against her pretty face. He tugged her head back and used her hair to guide her down making her crouch into the slushy slurry of water and sand. She moved before him lowering as the quicksand came up over her firm heart-shaped ass. She could feel the mire squeeze up between her thighs as her knees slide out from under her from the pressure of his force upon her pushing her down making her tingle with pleasure within.

“That’s it slut suck my dick like a good little cock sucker.” He said watching her struggling now, he knew she needed a breath and pulled back slowly till it was just the head within her mouth settled against the inside of her lips. Her teeth lightly scraped the whole way making his cock pulse as the blood ripped through the veins in pure pleasure. He looked at her; the tanned flesh was now showing. Her tongue began to work his knob as it swirled around it slowly and then poked his small piss hole as he grunted and closed his eyes while he dropped his head back gasping.

He lifted his head back up and watched how the quicksand moved slowly over her lower back as he sunk her in deeper. He noticed how now she didn’t seem to mind then again there wasn’t that fear of it sucking her into its deepest depths as there was before when she went in tied and blindfolded. She continued to snake her tongue around his head making him go crazy as she squirmed sitting there on the edge of the pit.

His eyes watched as the quivering mire engulfed her as her breasts pushed into the surface, her body was covered more but it wasn’t him doing it even though he had the hold on her hair it was her doing it by herself putting tension on the back of her head as he watched her back arch when she moved between his thighs.

Releasing her hair from his fist he grabbed both sides of her head and began to push back into her throat once again watching how her lips slid along his stiff prick, watching how his cock glistened from her warm saliva when he pulled back out till just the head was within that dark cavern feeling her tongue teasing over and over. That was one thing about her he loved, she gave a great fucking head job. Her eyes lifted looking to him as she smirked and rammed his meat down into the depths of her throat as he held her head tightly within his large hands making her squirm for a breath, making her squirm within the quicksand causing him to grow closer to the point of blowing his wad deep into her air way.

His cock slid up through her velvet walls as he pulled it completely from her mouth hearing her whimper as she was crouched within the slow moving pit almost fully submerged. She licked her lips and moved her head forth as he grabbed his cock within his fist and before he had a chance to grab a handful of her hair her tongue was licking the top part of his shaven balls. He began to jack his cock through his fist, lowering to her more so she would stay under. His eyes closed and pleasure filled his dick as her mouth opened fully and she sucked his balls into her mouth and closed her lips around the top and just gave him a tongue licking. She tugged on them but not enough to hurt; she nibbled and raked her teeth which all gave his pleasure making him grip his cock tighter in his hand as the pace of his strokes quickened.

Her mouth released his sac and her tongue licked along his shaft up one side and down the other as he sat there with his hands back within her hair It was a fucking turn-on for him to watch the way her tongue slathered his dick with her saliva, how she took the head between her lips and slide them over it and back off with a twisting motion of her mouth making him need to fight the bubbling cum that was about to blow from the tiny hole.

She licked the oozing pre-cum from the tip as her body squirmed before him. She was now crouched so far into the shallow quicksand that only her head was showing as the surface moved in slow waves around her throat, the same throat his dick was buried deep inside as she sucked him hard. He pulled back and stood up and yanked her to kneeling position once more watching the quicksand slide down her naked flesh

“Sit!” he barked as he stepped around her feeling the quicksand rise above his ankles as he trudged through it till he reached about knee deep and then turned looking over her back. God, he just wanted to fuck the shit out of her cunt. “Crawl backwards to me nice and slow slut.” He said as his fist scooped up a handful of the water and sandy mix and he rubbed it all over his cock feeling the small bit of sand scratching his stretched flesh as the surface slowly went back to normal until she turned and forced it to wave slowly in every direction.

Her body was gorgeous as she did as told. Her hands pushed into the quicksand letting her feel the mix rise up fast over her arms as they met the bottom where she spanned out her fingers and thumbs. Her rock hard nipples drug along the surface making trails as she got on all fours and began to crawl backwards into the tan pit she was earlier bound and blindfolded in. he stroked his prick as her heart-shaped tight ass back up slowly. He loved how it moved from side to side and slowly was engulfed by the quicksand. He groaned out once more wanting to shoot his load all over her and the surface but held back.

She slowly submerged once again as the sloppy wet goop moved over her lower back then took her sides. And ribs till it had her to her shoulders and all that he could see was the back of her head as her hair floated upon the surface of the pit. His free hand grabbed her ass as he plunged it down into the mire watching it disappear before his eyes. He moved his hand along her hip and tucked it under giving him leverage as he yanked her back feeling his cock slide between her parted pussy lips. His hand slid back as he dug his fingers into her flesh and he used his other hand to reach forth and grab her luscious locks again yanking her head back arching her hard as she moaned out.

He teased her as well as him self, his erect dick slid between her pink lips only this time those lips were swollen and wanting to be invaded by him. She could feel the graduals of sand rubbing along her inner lips as he grinded his hips pulling them back and forth almost as if he were riding her ass like a stud dog in heat. The surface of the pit was starting to slosh in each direction in a quick motion wave; she could feel the quicksand kiss her chin as he pulled his meat back through her cunt lips and shove forth jutting her in as she made sure her lips were closed tightly so she wouldn’t get a mouthful of quicksand.

“Ready fuck-toy? Ready for me to fuck the living shit out of your cunt?” he asked as he moved his hand from her hip to her lower back moving the slurry about as he moved his hand up and down along her spine. “I want you to make me cum, and cum hard inside that golden snatch.” With that said he pulled his hips back through the mire and when he felt the head at her juice fuck-hole he slammed into her making her take his full fat cock in a single thrust as she pushed forth and her face went in deeper as her body sprang forth from the force of him piercing her to the bone with his cock. He groaned and raked his nails along her back as she tossed her head up and moaned out wiggling back like she was squirming or struggling adding to the whole effect of his turn on.

“Take it, fuck it, ride my cock my little fuck slut!” he said to her and pulled back ramming her again and again jutting her about almost making her lose her position as the bottom of the pit was slippery. His hand forced her under every so many thrusts as he watched her sinking in, her face was covered up to her eyes now and then, and she never whimpered and if she did he knew her well enough to know it was from pleasure. Her cunt squeezed his prick and she cried softly as he slammed into her hole rocking her back and forth as he took what he wanted from his fuck-doll.

Her snatch was tight, he loved how she squeezed hard as he nailed her to the bone, his cock thrusting hard as she could feel the scratching from the sand bits within her love hole adding to it all as she had found a new love for something that was so off the wall as sinking in quicksand. He pounded her hard as he could, shoving his cock into her so she felt it push against her belly. He could feel the boiling of his seed within his fleshy pouch, the way she backed up to him and grinded told him she was close as well.

His breathing was erratic, sharp and his grunts grew louder as he came closer and closer to getting off. “When I tell you to cum slut you cum all over my cock!” he knew she would listen, he could feel her body tending up as she always did before she came. “Cum slut ….now!” he yelled to her and just as he said it his hand slid up her back and stopped between her shoulder blades. He pushed her under fully as her ass lifted and rammed back meeting his hips and they both exploded as one. He knew she was struggling and squirming as he held her under making her feel fear with her orgasm as he shot off deep inside his loving slut.

Once he poured every bit of his hot seed into her he slid his hand up and yanked her up by her head listening to her gasp for a breath as he pulled her against his chest feeling the quicksand between them as she milked him for every drop as his cock stayed deep inside her cunt. He leaned in and nuzzled the side of her head feeling the quicksand upon his cheek as he did. His arms wrapped her up as his hands caressed her firm quicksand covered breasts. He rolled her nipples between is thumbs and fingertips making her whimper out as he knew they were sensitive and he knew those sharp bits of sand was moving with his fingers as he continued to tease her a little longer and then he just held her pondering his next adventure in the outdoors with his dirty little fuck-toy.

WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?

Mon, 21 Mar 2011 15:57:02 -0400

The Galapagos Islands

"Live every second as if your ass is on fire"

Mon, 21 Mar 2011 12:22:26 -0400

“Live every second as if your ass is on fire”

"A dirty mind is a terrible thing to waste."

Mon, 21 Mar 2011 10:14:35 -0400

““A dirty mind is a terrible thing to waste.””

Peril & payment due...

Sun, 20 Mar 2011 11:06:23 -0400

The mire seemed to wobble around his legs as he pushed through it deeper and deeper till he was able to grab a hold of her arm and then yank the rope up a bit trying to break the suction the quicksand had around her waist. He finally left the rope go, he unknotted it from her wrists and grabbed her tight as he pulled her from the pit. He never pulled her fully out but just to the edge where he could look at her sleek form covered in quicksand, watching as it slowly slide down her and back into the pit again.

“Kneel slut, kneel where you are now” She rubbed her wrists and then felt about, it was then he pulled the bandana up over her eyes and off her head so she could see how she looked, so she could see how the blood pulsed through his veins causing his meat to jump before her eyes. She loved the look of his stiff prick, he was harder than she had ever seen him before, she wanted him inside her but again she needed to pay that price to her savior.

The quicksand rose up over her feet and calves as she knelt at the edge of the pit, she felt his fingers in her hair as he wrapped the long locks around his large hand and guided her down in till her heels met her rounded ass cheeks and the mire engulfed her slight leaving it pooled between that area where her cunt and thighs meet. “You want my fucking cock slut?” he asked her as he seen her eyeing it up his cock with a lustful gaze.

Her voice was soft as she spoke, but anyone could hear the wanton desire she had to have his cock inside her cunt, to feel the thick rock hard throbbing meat fucking her with all his might, ramming every inch of dick inside her causing her that pain that was such a pleasure to feel. “Yes! Yes! p-please…” she begged him.

He laughed out knowing that he wanted to have her on his cock as much as she wanted it but would not let on as that would blow his position as having the upper hand of the situation. He knelt down before her and she felt the tip of his cock at her lips. His eyes looked deep within her as she could feel the tension on the back of her head as he wouldn’t let up. “It’s time to repay me my little fuck slut…” he growled leaning in and yanking her up on her knees so her lips would meet his for a hard deep kiss. Once the kiss broke he yanked her body back down again and looked at her, grinning as he placed his cock in her face, the pre-cum oozing from the tip as he tapped his rock hard shaft with his free hand and watched as the droplet dropped to her lips. “Lick it from you lips, taste my cum slut…”