The Pussy Whisperer

It becomes clearer to me every day that I made the right decision.  

This relationship, whatever it becomes, is what matters most to me.  

I try not to compare my lovers, but simply record my experiences, perceptions, and feelings about them. But indulge me for a second. Both Mr. Jones (J. in previous posts, and not that’s not his real name, come on now 😉 ) & the Terminator can fuck me into quivering incoherence, but the paths they take to get me there are completely different. Terminator is all about conquering me, fucking me into submission. Together we’re feral and greedy. Our passion is violently intense.

Mr. Jones, on the other hand, who is also an alpha male – is all tenderness and sensuality. He’s dirty and sweet — you’d never guess, standing behind him in his dad jeans (I’m on it) at the supermarket, that he fucks the way he does. He’s made me come in ways I’ve never come before, accidentally (nipplegasms!) and on purpose.

If I ever say, oh xyz doesn’t arouse me, he’ll make it his business to drive me out of my mind orgasming (is that a word?) in exactly that way. He won’t stop, licking, sucking, kissing, fucking, stroking — until he finds the stroke or suck that leaves me quivering and incoherent.

It’s gotten to the point now that beads of sweat break out on my body the minute his cock or his tongue are inside me before we even start exerting ourselves. My body knows what’s coming. Even so, he surprises me all the time. Sometimes we’ll have a slow, intense fuck. Other times a horny acrobatic fuck, during which he flips me, turns me and spreads me to meet his pleasure. Or the fact-finding fuck — playful romps during which we try various touches, squeezes, kisses, and rhythms to see whether they work for us.

Other time’s I’ll suck his cock like it’s the last drink of water in the desert because I love to hear the low pitch of his moan when I press my tongue against his shaft as I suck him. And how his moan becomes higher-pitched when I swirl my tongue around his head, and suck it softly, like a lollipop.

I’m having the best sex of my life right here, right now smack at almost 50. When I was a kid 50 seemed like one step from the grave. Today 50 is the new 35. I feel about 28. And I’ll always be horny, no matter how old I am.

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The Other Night

It had been a perfect summer day. Sunny and warm, with azure blue skies and the occasional soft breeze. We got together without any firm plans other than to enjoy the weather. One of the things I love about New York is that you can stroll around as the mood takes you and the day unfolds before you with all kinds of fun. Street performers, block parties and street fairs, art installations and galleries, and a gorgeous waterfront. It was a gorgeous day.

We’d had a few watermelon and vodka slushies at a street fair and were slightly tipsy when we got home.  The moment we were inside the door he took my hand and pulled me toward the bedroom. Before I can open my mouth he slides my dress off and scoops my boobs out of my bra. He takes one nipple in his mouth kisses it and then the other, while he undoes my bra and tosses it behind him.

Next thing I know I’m on the bed and he’s trying to tear off my panties with his teeth.

“Baby, can I take off my shoes?”

He only grunts as he tears off my panties with his teeth and spreads my thighs.

I stop talking and he dives face first into my pussy. His tongue kisses me softly, circling my clit and lightly oh-so-lightly teasing the whole area around it with liquid soft swirls of his tongue.

My pussy is melting into his mouth, my clit comes out to play and I’m pushing into his tongue, into his face, to scratch that deliciously soft itch. I’m moaning, holding on to his head, trying to get his tongue to…and then he starts softly stroking my sweet spot (I’ve told him where it is) with the tip of one finger. Holy mother of god.

He’s driving me mad, his soft wet tongue swirling around my now-popped clit, and the firm wet stroke of his finger in that spot…I start humping his face, wanting more, yes, softer, harder right there, oh YES, I’m grinding against that finger, that tongue, and when I start convulsing he pushes in harder, giving me all the pressure and all the pleasure I want. YES YES YES!  I’m shoving it in his face coming and coming when I feel my pussy squirt straight into his mouth.  

I did. I think I did. It felt like I did. Did I?

I lay there catching my breath and Mr. Jones come up from between my thighs.

“You just squirted into my mouth,” he says, smirking.

My legs are still wobbly, and I’m barely coherent. Mr. Jones  kisses me and slides his throbbing cock into my slick twitchy pussy. MMMMMmmmmm. My pussy grabs his cock immediately, and I moan helplessly because it feels so heavenly. He goes in deep and delicious and stays perfectly still. He breaks the kiss and looks into my eyes as his hands move down to my ass. He holds my ass as he pushes deeper into me. I’m groaning with the feel of it, but he stays perfectly still while my pussy grabs his cock.  I pump against him in a frenzy, thrashing in another greedy orgasm against his rock hard stillness.

“You’re so greedy,” he whispers in my ear. “So horny. So Beautiful.”
He lets me catch my breath even though the strain of keep still is making him sweat droplets onto my face and chest.

He slowly slides out of me, almost all the way. My pussy is not letting him go easily — it’s like pulling the cork ou of a wine bottle, and I’m moaning in protest. I want him (of course) to stay all the way up inside me. I want him to fuck me until he explodes inside me. He has other plans.

I feel his powerful and steady heartbeat under his skin. We gaze at each other, panting and sweating, the tip of his cock inside my pussy. I know that he’s waiting me out, taunting me into an adolescent demand that he fuck me. NOW. I have the sex drive of a 16-year-old with just a little more restraint. I smile at him and wait.

My pussy is raging with impatience. So is his cock. I can feel it. He slides in slowly again, with a strong so delicious I start whimpering. His cock plunges all the way into me and my pussy grabs him extra hard, but he methodically slowly slides out again, killing us both. His eyes mock me.

“Did you say something?” he asks.

“No.”

He slides in again, sweet mother — and I almost start to come but he slides out almost entirely, his slick head just inside me. I can feel his heartbeat throbbing in his cock, against me.

He stays there, just inside me. We’re both sweating and panting with the strain. I’m about to lose it. my entire being is focused on that pulse just inside my pussy. Ohgodplease. Please. I think to myself.

“What?” he whispers. We’re both trembling now.

“Fuck me,” I begged. Really. I begged.

“What?” he asks, kissing my neck.

“Fuck me, dammit. Please.”

I wrap my legs around him as he thrusts into me and it feels like we’re locked together. His cock feels so good I’m begging him to give it to me harder, deeper and thrusting my pussy against him like a fiend. That cock was so delicious, I thought I would die of pleasure.

Then we’re both fucking and screaming and coming in wave after wave after wave of intense pleasure. I actually saw stars. Starbursts. or color bursts. I always thought that was just an expression.

We fell asleep with him still inside me and my legs wrapped around him.

Image: painting by Delphin Enjolras, public domain.

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Merciless II

After showering and having something to eat, Terminator took me back upstairs and chained me up. He told me to relax, that he would be working downstairs and would be back later “to punish you again.”

“You promise?” I asked.

He didn’t respond but shot me a look that made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end, in fear and anticipation. He left and I sat on the bed, wondering what would happen next. My ass hurt from the spanking, and I knew there would be more. I lay back on the pillows and fell asleep with a smile on my face.

Little kisses and soft bites and licks down my back, mmmmmm when I wake up.

“Wake up, pussycat,” he says.

“I’m awake,” I say, turning toward him. He playfully plants kisses and bites over my stomach and breasts. We laugh and he lays in between my legs with his head on my stomach for a little while.  When he stands up his playfulness has evaporated. His face is serious. Dark. He looks at me for a long moment. Then he holds out his hand. “Come on,” he says.

I get up and take his hand, my heart pounding. He walks me to the chair next to the window, a bergère. He turns it to face away from me and bends me over the back of it. He ties my arms to the padded arms of the chair and as he does this I feel his monster erection brush against me.

He walks away and I feel the cold air hit my pussy and ass, and I shiver a little. I’m afraid. I’m excited. The blindfold heightens my other senses. I hear my heartbeat, feel my pulse in my pussy, the pull of my muscles and the cool air are all more intense than they would normally be.

When he returns he cuffs my ankles to a spreader pole. One ankle to each end of the pole, designed to keep my bent form accessible and visible, and also preventing me from responding or resisting to anything he had planned. I feel totally exposed and a little off-balance. I thought of his cock. Oh, joy.

I feel his warm fingers stroking my pussy and ass with something slick. I twitch slightly.

“Coconut Oil,” he says. Ah. My lube of choice.

“Thank you, Master,” I say. That cock. Please.

“Do you know why I’m punishing you?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Because you’re leaving me,” he says. And I can tell from his voice that he means it.

I feel him behind me, but he’s not doing anything, just standing there. My whole body is straining with anticipation, with desire, but I can’t move. I listen. I wait. I want.

His hand grabs a handful of my ass and squeezes so hard that I yelp. Then I feel his cock, the tip of his cock, stroking the length of my pussy, softly. So softly. I moan.

“You’re a horny pussy, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Master”

Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke stroke, stroke. Oh god. Strooooke stroke, stroke stroke stroooooke. 

“You want cock, don’t you, pussy?”

“Yes, Master. Please.”  seriously, fuck me now because I —

Then he presses in, his slick head against my oiled clit, then circles and — I’m panting, moaning and flexing my knees trying to get more. More pressure, more pleasure, more cock, More.

Then he crouches down and I feel his hot tongue lick the back of my leg from ankle to knee. I gasp in surprise. My clit is throbbing. He kisses and licks the crease at the back of my knee until my leg feels like fire and I’m shaking. Then his tongue continues up the back of my leg to my ass cheek, which he bites so hard that I yelp in pain. He does the same thing to my other leg, and I’m shaking.

Then his lips sink into my sweet wet pussy, kissing and tonguing her with such tenderness that I would sink to my knees if I wasn’t bound. I can barely move in response to his sublime attention, and it’s killing me. I’m sure that’s the point.

I feel his tongue dance deep inside me, making me strain against the restraints, which makes him intensify the pressure until I’m moaning and pushing my pussy against his face, chasing that delight, that stroke, oh yes, and then he slides out of my pussy to my clit, which has come out to play. He licks her softly and swirls his tongue around her and I’m sobbing it’s so good, my legs straining, beads of sweat breaking out all over me,

I can feel my clit throbbing and erect, demanding relief, and I’m whimpering, trying to ride his face, his tongue, anything, anything to come, to feed that little beast. My pussy is so ready she’s clenching, squeezing a cock that isn’t there.

He stops tonguing me when my clit stands up. I can feel his hand on my leg, his thumb pressing in on my glute muscle, his breath on my pussy. He stopped and left me in limbo, incredibly aroused, shaking with it, panting for it, dripping for it and totally under his control.

“Pussy, what do you want?”

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Terminator’s Wrath II – The Sweet Spot

He licked me while I came hard onto his face, moaning, rocking and pushing into his mouth until came hard, holding his head so his tongue could get deep inside me.
He stayed between my thighs and immediately started licking me again. slow dirty licks that covered my pussy from top to bottom. How nice, I thought, relaxing into it. Then I remembered.

I have a sweet spot. If done properly, stimulation of this spot can drive me out of my mind with pleasure. Terminator discovered it (of course) soon after we met; not an inch of my body has escaped his lustful attention. It’s to the right of my clit, at about 2 o’clock position. just inside my labia. A little area the size of a quarter or half-dollar that turns me into a wet and horny multi-orgasmic bitch in heat.
Stroking softly but firmly (it’s a delicate balance) with his tongue or his finger just on that juicy spot causes a divinely itchy horny orgasmic sensation so urgent and delicious all I want is more and to come. The harder and faster the stroking, the wetter, the hornier I become, with an insanely delicious itch to be scratched in that spot, continuously, god, yes, yes yes.

Stroking it causes arousal and orgasm at the same time. Wave after wave of seizure-like orgasms roll through me that are incredibly powerful. Sometimes I need to fuck immediately afterward because my pussy convulses so hard it’s painful until she gets fucked.

The Terminator’s tongue was on my sweet spot, killing me with short, hard strokes while he teased my clit with his other hand. His mouth didn’t move from my pussy; His stroking tongue felt so good I was gasping, grunting. I opened my legs wider, grinding against his tongue, and that sweet, hot, itchy friction (stroke-stroke-stroke) that then turned into shaking shuddering convulsions. And when he fingered my clit as I came, I screamed so loud I thought I would bring down the rafters.
I was so wet my that moisture spread down to my thighs. Terminator’s tongue didn’t stop stroking, not for a second. “No, please,” I pleaded. It was too intense. I thought maybe I could have an actual seizure. He didn’t even look up.

He kept tonguing my little sweet spot and I couldn’t think straight, fuck it felt so good. I was so wet and juicy I could tell his face was drenched with me. My hips started meeting the stroke, pushing against it, wanting it harder, omg my clit was so swollen – harder, yes, yes yes. I opened for him like a bitch in heat. My hand moved to the back of his neck so I could rub, and grind, and get that-stroke-that stroke-that stroke, yes yes yes yes YES [insert bestial scream here].

He didn’t stop when I came the first time, or the third time, or the sixth time. He would stop the stroke for a minute or so  and then increase the intensity, licking my sweet spot hard, steadily, relentlessly until I was shoving my pussy hard toward that delicious friction until that sweet stroke was all I cared about and everything I wanted. I shoved my pussy harder into his face, grinding clit into his face, and I felt one of his fingers (or two) slide inside me. Oh fuck yes! And when he started stroking my g-spot, I started howling. Yes, howling.  The convulsions began again. I lost count of how many times I came, but Terminator tightened his hold on me, so he wouldn’t kick or shove him off me in the throes of orgasm.

His hands felt like iron but his tongue was a soft sweet torture. I don’t know how many more times I came with his mouth welded to that spot, but I had my thighs around his head, screaming don’t stop, out of my mind because I don’t give a fuck I just want to come as hard as much as possible, when all of a sudden he stops. I’m so focused on my pussy that I’m about to put my hands on my spot myself when he stops me. I look at him like, “you’re kidding, right? I need to come.”
He looks at me, his face covered with my juice and his face slightly amused. He takes his dick in his hands as if to remind me, and strokes himself slowly as he looks at me and says quietly: “Spread your legs and bend your knees.”  I can’t take my eyes off of his tool, which is the biggest I’ve ever seen it. I’m scared and excited, scared mostly at his demeanor.

He gets up from the bed and goes to get something from a drawer. And this is when I realize that he really is going to tie me up. Or tie me down as he says. Which is dominant as fuck because most people say tie you up. Tying someone down is about immobilizing them and controlling them. I trust Terminator, but I’m wondering how upset with me he is.

When he comes back, he has two sets black cuffs in his hands, each chained to a strap. I try not to freak out.  He puts the end of the strap around my thigh and the cuff chained to it around my wrist. The chain in between is around three inches long.

Coming soon: Terminator’s Wrath III: Punishment

Image: Original photographer unknown. I don’t own the image or the copyright. 

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