Frustration

He’s waiting for me at a bus stop near my house. He’s holding a bottle of wine, and he’s playing with his phone when I get there. We already have discussed that he won’t kiss me, and we won’t have sex, but I will suck him, and I’ll wear my collar and leash to do it.

On the way to my room, I stop at the kitchen and pick up a couple of glasses for the wine, but we don’t drink. As we go into the room he’s grabbing my ass and my tits, and breathes down my neck. We leave the glasses on the floor, and stand next to the bed, and he pushes me down on my knees. I undo his jeans and touch his hard on. He brings me back up, takes my face in both hands and moves his face so close to mine that my lips tremble in anticipation of a kiss, which I know will not come.

‘Go bring your chain’ he says and slaps my ass gently, ‘good girl’. He puts on my collar and then the chain and uses it to push me down on my knees again so that I can suck him. My hands are free, so I use them to lay him on the bed and climb on top of him. He video-chats with his friend to show me off, to tell him that I’ll pleasure him too next time he’s around. That I’m a good sucker. He uses the chain to direct me, he strokes my face and my hair. He’s gentle but firm, he wants me to know that he’s the master. He plays with my nipples just a little bit, just enough to keep me aroused, and craving for more.

After he comes, we chat for a little bit, and we drink some of the wine. We talk of random things, we play with our phones. We both have to reply to work messages… But then, inevitably, he gets hard again, and I’ve never stopped being horny.

He makes me play with him, and suck him. But this time, I play a bit harder to get. I tell him that I won’t do what he says, and I pin his hands on the bed with my knees. Of course he is stronger than I am so he pushes me away and pulls my leash hard. ‘Who holds the chain, and who wears the collar?’ he asks in a hushed voice, his mouth close to my face, almost touching me. ‘Who is in command?’ I laugh insolently, and claim that I will do what I want. So he slaps my face and before I know it the chain of my leash has gone twice around my neck so I can’t move, apart to where he takes me. I lick him and suck him, and he makes me say that he is the master. He still thinks I deserve a punishment. The best one there is, is to increase my arousal to a maximum, since he knows that I won’t be satisfied, I won’t be penetrated, and I won’t come. He asks if I have other toys. I say that I don’t, but that I tend to use my scarves for tying. He sends me to bring him some of those.

First, he blindfolds me. Then, he turns me around, ties my hands behind my back and makes me bend my knees so that he can tie my feet along my hands. He forces his cock in my mouth to the point that I gag. He picks his belt and strikes me as I suck him. He’s good, he plans every stroke to make me hornier. He pulls down my jean shorts to expose part of my ass, and spanks me. If I move to much, or fight to get out of my bonds, he caresses my face and then slaps me. He pinches my nipples, and strikes the soles of my feet with his belt. I manage to get one of my legs out of the bond and that upsets him. So, he takes the handle of my leash and puts my feet in it, and ties my hands on the top of it all. Now I can’t move my feet away, unless I’m willing to choke, and he is free to do whatever he wants, to strike me in as many ways as he can think of. The mixture of pain and pleasure, of fear and desire, are almost unbearable. I need something, anything to get me out of my agony, to offer some relief. But there is nothing. I’m left in a state of perpetual arousal; almost to the point of orgasm, but never actually there. He asks if I like it and I can’t even speak, so I turn my head as best I can and open my mouth. An invitation for his penis to fill me, to be in me, at least there. He doesn’t give it to me at once, he makes beg for it first…

A little violence…

I’m annoyed with him. We have been having sex all through the summer, and we’ve got to a point where it’s a bit too much, too pointless, too angry… However, I can still turn him on, just by touching him with my fingers over his clothes. This power upsets me for some reason…

We’re talking in the sofa and then we start kissing, and groping, and pulling in a rather aggressive way. We decide to move to the bedroom. When we get there I’m still annoyed, so I throw him on the bed, press him down when he moves and then take his hands one by one and tie them to the top legs of the bed apart from each other. He tries to say something so I put my hand in his mouth, and he bites it. I pull off his shorts and boxers. I massage his balls a bit roughly while I take off my clothes. I climb on top of him and feed him my pussy. I stay there sitting on his face, giving him a handjob, and he almost chokes twice because that’s how wet and dripping I am…

This annoys me even more, and I don’t come. Instead I get off his head, move down, and take his cock in my mouth.  I’m rushing, I’m biting, I’m running my hands all over his body, I’m pinching his nipples. Then, I abruptly move away. He whimpers. He turns and moves his legs in order to try to reach me, any part of me, with his cock. This makes me realise that he can move his legs, so I get off the bed and tie his feet to the bottom legs of the bed, spreading him open for me. He’s almost  shocked, he tries to move his hands but they’re properly tied. He starts to speak, so I gag him.

Now I can do whatever I want, I can tease him endlessly, and he won’t be able to react. I start by making him shiver, by moving all over him the tips of my fingers and my nails. He’s moaning, and he’s getting even harder than before. I take his cock in my right hand and start stroking it slowly, but holding it tight. My left hand is pressing, and groping, and feeling his thighs and his ass. Then it moves in between his butt cheeks, around his asshole. Still wanking him, I lean over and lick his balls and then move my tongue down and into his ass. He’s squirming and shivering and moaning under me. I put his cock in my mouth, still playing with it with my hand, and, ever so slowly I get a finger up his ass.

He gets all red, and tries to move away, but he can’t. He’s tied too well, and his cock is still in my mouth so he can’t move too fast anyway. I’m moving my hand around his cock, and my mouth in opposite direction from my finger, up and down, in and out, in perfect sync. It doesn’t take him long to come. And he feels hurt and violated. The moment I untie him, he’s out of the room, and as far away from me as he can. From that moment on and forever he’s mine.

My favourite pet is ginger, and half-Irish.

Early Morning Conversation

Watchapp conversation taking place between me and the blonde drummer, while I’m in the bed of the 3f guy… (That’s the text that woke me up in the morning). 

– Morning 🙂
Have a good night?

– Mmmm
Your message just woke me up after less than three hours of sleep

– I’m sorry…

– And yeah, really good night!
No worries
I was shared among two French guys
🙂

– Really?
Wow

– Yep!

– Sounds hot

– It was

– They both fuck you at the same time?

– No I was sucking the one while the other fucked me
Then when he came he left us

– Wow

– And then he was just watching

– Where did he come?

– And I’m pretty sure he took a video as well at some point
In his condom…

– Aww rubbish

– The second one though,
All over me, three different times 🙂

– Mmmm

– And now after all this recounting I think I should go back to sleep…

– Aww but you have me so hard…

– Mmmm how hard are you?

– Throbbing hard…

– Maybe I should also tell you that when the first one went to sleep
The second one tied me on his bed
And blindfolded me

– Mmmm

– And after he came all over me…

– Yes…

– He spent about an hour teasing me

– I love that
While you were dripping with cum

– Which has now dried all over my face and hair
I never washed up!

– You are a dirty slut… I wish I could add to it

– And I haven’t stopped being wet all through the night

– Are you wet now?

– Of course

– Show me..

– Can’t I’m in the room of a stranger and it’s dark

– Go to the toilet..

– No way! Not getting out of bed

– Damn
I want you to cum for me, right there
I’m slowly stroking my cock right now..
I want you to cum for me now…
I want your fingers on your clit

– I can’t, it’s not polite…

– It’s dirty… And naughty…
And hot

– Although you’re making me hot!!

– I want you to be a bad girl… Lick your finger right now and slide it in your already wet pussy…

– Ok…
But what if he wakes up and finds me masturbating…

– That’s the danger

– With my phone on my other hand?
Embarrassing…

– Danger is exciting…

– I’m playing with myself now!

– Good girl… What are you doing?

– I’ve got my finger on my clit and I’m moving it slowly in circles

– Mmmm how wet are you?

– Dripping!
I’m getting his bed all dirty…

– All for me..

– Yep

– I wish I could fuck you while he’s sleeping
Cum all over you and have you go back next to him after I’m finished..

– I’d feel like a filthy whore after that…
Ok he’s waking up!
Shit

– Keep playing…

– No he’s going to find out!

– I want you to hear me cum

– No way, he’s already half awake!

– Please..

– But what if he hears you as well?

– I’ll not be so loud…

– Fine, call me, and I’ll try to be as silent as possible…

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– Feel like a dirty girl?

– Totally!

– 🙂

The one with the view

I’m in a flirty mood. I start talking with a French guy who works in something related to fashion. I sort of make him invite me out, I’m not quite sure if he’s keen, but he seems ok. I meet him in a bar in the centre, were he’s drinking with his similarly fashionable flatmate.

 

I know he likes high heels so I’m wearing a short loose black dress and black heels, with red tights and a tight red jacket. I meet them and we start talking. He doesn’t seem really interested in me, physically speaking. The conversation is nice though, and also he is definitely fuckable, so I am a bit disappointed that he doesn’t seem to fancy me.

The flatmate goes to hit on a girl, so we spent some time commenting on this. Then a boy walks decisively to their table, and we start laughing, but it turns out that he is just a friend, and they all stay to talk together. I go to the loo, and when I come back, the 3f guy -French, Fuckable, Fiashonista- has gone and joined them. I go there too, thinking that maybe I should go home. But then the people on that table turn out to be very interesting indeed, so I stay.

 

At some point, they all leave me to go out and smoke. They come back and the 3f guy says that he’s going to make a rare offer, the view from their flat is incredible so it would be nice to go and have a smoke in their balcony for a while. He addresses this offer mainly to the girl and guy we just met, and at first I’m not even sure that I’m invited. Then it becomes a bit clearer that I am, so I follow them as well.

We go to their flat, they have amazing views of parts London, both from the balcony and the living room window. We sit and chat, mostly about politics, while the flatmate gets along rather well with the girl. And throughout all that, the 3f guy hasn’t even touched my hand by accident. It’s getting late so the people we met, leave, after the flatmate snogs and canoodles the girl, of course. I say my goodbyes in the living room, and while the others take their guests to the door, I look up how to go home, as I’m certain that I need to leave as well. It’s truly late, and clearly nothing will happen anyway.

 

The 3f guy and his flatmate talk a little bit and laugh, but I can’t hear what they’re saying. I know that the flatmate needs to go to sleep, cause he’s working the next morning. The 3f guy comes back to the living room takes of the jacket he was wearing all night, and we talk a bit, trivially. In fact I’m about to say that maybe I should get going, when he pulls me towards him, and kisses me. I am a bit surprised as I didn’t see this coming at all, but delighted all the same.

We kiss for a little bit, leaning against the radiator by the window. The flatmate goes into the kitchen to get some water, he’s changed into his pyjamas. The 3f guy claims that he’d like to be in comfy clothes as well, if I don’t mind, so he goes to change as well. The flatmate comes to join me in the living room, I think, out of politeness. We’re speaking in English, and I complain, because like this I’m not practising my french. So in order to help me practice, he french-kisses me. I am truly astonished this time. First of all, because I would never think he would find me sexy, secondly because the girl he hit on, and got off with, earlier on the evening was absolutely gorgeous. I’m more than happy to play along of course, so as we kiss I grab his ass.

 

The 3f guy comes back, and we play a game of truth or dare, which I find a bit pointless, since they are naked after the first round, and I’m very quickly running out of ideas  of what to dare them to do. It seems a bit hypocritical to make them do things to me… I’m thinking that this would be ideal if I had another girl there as well, to use as a sub. We’re all naked now so I say that I would like to stop playing, and move on to more interesting things. The flatmate says that that’s too bad, because he would very much like to see me blow his friend. So I get down on all fours allowing him a full view of my ass and pussy and start sucking the 3f guy. After a while he joins us and plays with me. Then he suggests we move to the bedroom, which we do. I resume the same position, as he seemed to like it, and he’s inside me while I keep on sucking the 3f guy who says to his friend go on, go on fuck her. What’s even better, the conversation has switched back to French.

The flatmate comes, and moves away, and the 3f guy tells me that we should move as well, presumably to let his friend go to sleep, finally. We move back to the living room, where he makes me lean against the window to watch the view. Before we start fucking, I put my heels back on. I know he will approve of that. While he’s fucking me, the flatmate goes to the kitchen to fix a sandwich or something, sees us there, and takes a couple of videos. Then he picks up all his things while we’ve moved to the sofa. At this point, I say “I would very much like to be tied in your bed right now”.

 

We go to the 3f guy’s room. He picks a pareo, or a shawl and ties me to the bed. I’m still wearing my heels. He tells me that he loves how dirty I am. When he’s about ready to come, he gets out and moves on top of me, so that he can come in, and around my mouth. He drinks some water, and gives me some as well. He doesn’t untie me, and I find that such a turn on… He picks up a scarf and covers my eyes, then he starts teasing me. He plays with my breasts and nipples. He spills water over me, and gives some to drink. Not being able to see is so intriguing. He takes out a baby oil and rubs my breasts. And then he plays with various objects, and various parts of my body getting me so hot that I can barely think. When he is ready to fuck me again, he removes the scarf and unties me. We fuck on the bed, on different positions. Then we stand up and I lean on the bed. He turns me around so that he can come all over me.

By now it actually is too late, so after that, we go to sleep. The next morning, a text wakes me up and I can’t go back to sleep so I lay awake and horny. I decide to wake him up; in a nice manner of course. I start caressing him all over, and he responds by turning to lay on his back so that I can move my hands freely over his body. After giving him an erection without even touching his penis, my hand moves slowly and covers his balls, warming them up. Then I softly massage his dick to get it all nice, and hard, and juicy. I move down under the covers and start licking him slowly. When he groans, I know he’s at least half awake, so it’s the right time for me to put all of it in my mouth. I keep on going for a few minutes, and then I move up on top of him and whisper to him “Go on then, wake up and fuck me”.

He does, a bit more violently, a bit more rushed, almost upset that I woke him up. He comes in my mouth, and he’s deep enough inside of it that I don’t miss a single drop. Then he falls on the bed and moans that he was asleep and I woke him up. I laugh quietly, I tell him to go back to sleep, and I start picking up my things to leave. At which point, I realise, that most of my clothes are still in his flatmate’s room…

The idea of a sandwich

We’re chatting quite liberally about meeting and maybe going back to my place afterwards to have sex. He’s rather sweet, and not really presumptuous. He asks me what would be open this time of night in London so that he can buy some condoms, just in case. He also causally asks if I’ve ever had a threesome with two guys.

When we meet, I’m not sure he wants to come back home with me.  He doesn’t really seem impressed, or particularly warm, especially considering he’s French… But then we finish our drinks and he’s wondering if he’ll be allowed to follow me home. So I reach up and give him a short teasing kiss.

We go home, we get to my bedroom, he kisses me and throws me on the bed. We start having sex and he’s whispering to me that he likes my moans, and that he can imagine how much louder they would get if there was another guy there entering me from behind. Just the thought of his fantasy is enough to bring me to orgasm!

We finish, we chat we cuddle a little bit. And among other things he describes his fantasy in detail. It is for him an incredible idea, the girl in the middle only able to see one of the two guys. Then he says that now that he tried my front side he needs to try the back, just to see if I’ll be ready when he finds the man to share me with.

We start toying with each other. I turn my back to him, cause I do like his idea, even though as usual, I’m not sure I’ll enjoy taking someone in my ass. But then he leans in and says: and I get so lit up when you guide my cock inside… And that does it for me. I’m there guiding him moaning half in hurt half in pleasure. He says that he can imagine the other guy on my other side, both of them inside me, and I won’t be able to escape, because moving away from the one would only push the other deeper. Towards the end he turns me around, and there’s a perfect illusion of no way out…which inevitably brings me to my climax as well as him!

Yep! That verifies it, I really really like the French.