Bi-Sexual Cock Sucking Whores..

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Uggghh, where do I start? This is the problem with playing a few times over the last few days, I never know where to begin. Probably hottest one first..

SO last night Rachel and I went to see Dave play bass in Canton, Baltimore. While getting ready, I decided that I was going to pack my strap on, and a few girly toys so that I could seduce and play with Rachel, after the band thing was done. However, on the way there she explained she couldn't spend the night and boy was I totally bummed out.

So, what's the next best thing? I text Mike, and tell him I want to see him later on that night. I haven't really seen him in about a week, and we'd text back and forth while he was gone & he told me he'd been practicing at home trying to stretch his asshole out a bit more, so that I could actually use my strapon with him. It was kinda hot. I also think he's a really nice, funny guy. And he's single. And I've really enjoyed getting to know him. And he came along, right at the end of the Jack thing.

First text back was something about being at a birthday party, for a friend, who was 21. Yeah that sounds so much fucking better than parading around for me in tight little red satin panties, and acting like a cock sucking whore for the evening. NOT! So, as I was more than a tad pissed about Rachel not being able to stay and play, I told him that basically if he wanted the relationship between us to continue he'd work it out that he was going to be free later after midnight.

Next text was something stupid about being on a party bus, and needing to find himself a cab back to his truck. OK, well whatever. I don't need to know the fucking details, just plan on getting your ass to me after midnight.

A couple of hours passed and we watched the band. I got hit on by some Australian guy from Melbourne who was totally enamoured by the fact that I'm from Ireland, and his American wife that he'd married 3 months previously, was not amused. She looked like she was sucking on lemons all night. The lesbians who came in seemed like a lot of fun, so I asked if we, (Rachel and I) could join them at their table, and they were all for it. Rachel started getting pissed that now not only was I getting hit on by the Australian guy whose wife was sitting across the table from him, but I was also getting seriously hit on by two of the lesbians, who were totally shocked and way into knowing how I manage to be bi-sexual, have a husband and a female lover who sometimes lives off and on with us. I don't see what the big fucking deal is actually. Americans need to have more fucking fun in their lives. Definitely they need more sex.

Anyway during all of this Josh sent me a text asking what I was doing. Oh and so did the black guy Mike from Thursday night (who I don't think I've told you about yet). Choices, choices.. SO, I could A) keep fucking with white 35year old Mike who I actually missed, B) Get with 29 year old Josh and have a ton of fun, and be able to use my strap on, or C) go to 26 year old Black Mike's house, and get fucked by what felt like a huge fucking cock. In fact such a big cock, that I'm not entirely sure I could take it. During all of this, I joined the band for a "meeting" (which is code for "do a hit of pot"), and drank some more tequila. By the time Mike sent a text back saying that he figured he could get away, I told him I think, to go fuck himself. Maybe I was a little more polite, but I'm thinking, yeah probably I wasn't.

He didn't write back. So if I hadn't already been turned off, I now was. Mostly, the men I play with, are the men who have literally persisted with emails or IM's, and who just don't give up easily. I like that in men.

RULE # 2 - BE PERSISTENT! HAVE A BIT OF SPUNK!

I get a shit load of stupid emails, (most of which I can't be bothered to respond to, because they're so lame, i.e 1-2 lines of nothing, or riddled with spelling errors and bad grammar) so therefore, the people who stand out are the people who just connect with me more.


I was driving back to drop Rachel off when the black guy called. He said he wanted to fuck my cunt, hard, and even though I was pretty sure I was done with this whole finding a dominant aggressive man thing, it did sorta get me a wee bit wet. Then I remembered that he wasn't really that aggressive on Thursday night. Then Josh called. Saying that he was sitting outside my house in Silver Spring. His voice, and those puppy dog eyes make me melt. I dropped Rachel off at her place in Silver Spring, and went around the corner to my house. I was definitely still thinking about Mike, and stupidly, did something I don't usually do. Drunk Texting. Just as bad as drunk dialing.

Got out of my car, and Josh was definitely there. My husband was inside, watching football. Waiting on me. Wondering if I was going to come home tonight, because he'd watched me pack my over night bag. So I told Josh to grab my stuff, and come in.

Josh tells me all the time that his lifelong fantasy was to find a dominant, glamazon goddess and be her submissive sissy and sex slave. I don't know if being pimped out, used, abused, humiliated, and degraded was part of his fantasy, but it's definitely part of our relationship. Oh yeah, and did I mention that he doesn't quite know it yet, but he's going to become my sissy cocksucking cumwhore.

I took Josh through the house, and out back to the pool, I figured if I jumped in I'd at least sober up some. I stripped out of my dress and dove in forgetting that I still was wearing panties, stockings, and a bra. Whoops.

When I came out, I searched through my bag for a cock cage, and had Josh strip for me. I locked his beautiful, shaved cock up, and then slipped him into the hot little red satin outfit I'd bought for Mike a few days prior. Josh just melts when I sissy him up, and his whole demeanour changes. It's like flipping a switch. He fell to his knees and started worshiping my feet. Sucking on my toes, and running his tongue up my long legs. God it felt so good. I started to melt. Next think I know, I'm on the hammock, and Josh is between my legs, licking my pussy, and sucking on my clit.

After the waves of the first orgasm pass over me I get up and slip on my strap on. I get Josh laying down on the sun lounger, and I straddle it, sticking my big black cock into his mouth. All the while, I'm telling him that I'm getting really hot about seeing one of my sissies suck off another guy for me while I watch, direct, and masturbate myself. I think it's also fucking hot that my husband is sitting on the couch watching football while I'm doing this in the backyard.

I get my cock nicely lubed up, and I slide myself between Josh's legs. We make out, and I've got my tits shoved in his face so he can suck on my nipples, while I reach down between my legs, and guide my cock up against his asshole. With a bit of pushing, I finally feel it slip inside. I bang away at him, and while I'm doing it, he's literally nursing on my boobs. He has this whole lactation fetish. It feels so friggin good, and I can't keep my hand off my clit. Josh's cock is hurting something terrible, he can't make the erection go down, and while it's raging hard, it's cutting off the circulation and digging the shit out of his cock. I'm just even more turned on by the prospect of him in agony, while I'm cumming.

When I was done, I released his cock, and made him jerk off over my tits. When he came, I made him suck his cum off them. We both jumped back in the pool and fucked around for about another hour until my husband came outside, and asked if I'd please come to bed with him... how could I resist? I was beat, and satisfied, and just wanted to curl up in a ball and drift off.