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Yeah, I Am Lucky As Fuck

When I last wrote on this blog I had just fell into a rhythm with Joey fucking me and Brandon in my mouth… not a bad place to be in my opinion… Dane was sitting in the corner and watching… everything that was being done… hearing every single moan, wanting to participate but was not allowed to… fuck was that hot… I could see his cock straining against the cage… I could see him licking his lips… his fingers from when they were in my pussy…

Joey saw what I was looking at and told Dane to come on over and suck his cock… Dane jumped up and walked right over… Joey took off his condom and slid it in my pussy real quick and let Dane taste my juices on his cock… Joey slid his fingers in my pussy and kept the wetness happening… kept my pussy wanting more… and I could hear Dane sucking on Joey’s cock… I was about to cum at this time… and Brandon removed his cock from my mouth and slid on a condom… he slammed his cock into my pussy as it was in the middle of an orgasm… fuck did that feel good… my pussy clamped down on his cock… he pounded the fuck out of my pussy… Joey had his thumb on my clit and another orgasm started before the last one was finished…

I had no ability to do much of anything at this moment… I was dripping everywhere… so much was running down my thighs onto the bed… Joey told Dane to lick me clean… Brandon was still pounding on my pussy and Joey was torturing my clit… a beautiful torture, but nonetheless a torture…

Finally I had to call UNCLE… I needed a break for my pussy to relax… Dane was told to grab a warm washcloth and clean me up while I watched Brandon and Joey for a while… good lord are those men hot… and even hotter when they took each other’s cocks in their mouths… watching Brandon suck Joey’s cock… hearing the noises… seeing the hardness… and let’s not forget… smelling the sexual excitement happening… it was a feast for all the senses…

Watching Brandon suck on Joey’s cock… fingering his ass… seeing the pleasure on Joey’s face… fuck was that hot… it surpassed my wildest imagination of what it would be like… and my imagination is pretty wild…

Joey was hard and ready to fuck an ass… he slid on a condom and told Dane to get his ass over here… After getting lubed up… Joey slid his cock in Dane’s ass… Fuck… That… Is… So… Fucking… Hot…

It is really not a secret how much I love my ass fucked… well, to those who know me, fuck me, or read my blog at least… and Brandon knew this too… so while Joey was fucking Dane’s ass, Brandon was getting ready to fuck mine… good lord, I may need an IV filled with fluids as much as my pussy was flowing…

Brandon slides his cock in my ass… he felt so damn good… his thicker cock felt wonderful in my ass… and he started pounding my ass… yes, a little slow and careful in the beginning… but I was begging for him to go harder in no time… and he obliged. Happily.

It took no time at all for my pussy to leak juices out pretty steadily. Watching Joey fucking Dane… every time Joey was on the verge of cumming he would give Dane’s ass break… until he decided he wanted my ass and my ass now.

After changing out the condoms and partners… Joey began fucking my ass… dear lord was it good… it is always amazing to me how different men feel as they fuck me… each with a different rhythm… different preferences… different skills… I was in anal heaven…

Dane’s cock had a steady stream of cum dripping out… I reached over to him a bit in order to taste his cum… as my tongue touched his cock tip he hollered out “fuck” and his cum faucet stopped dripping and was a series of heavy spurts as he came hard…

Brandon had to stop fucking Dane as he was about to cum… and they didn’t want that long of a break to happen just yet… Joey pulled out of my ass about this time and we did some clean up and re-hydrated as we took a breather…

Nothing like jumping right in and fucking hard until… yep, this was a great start to a great day.

Muah Sophia

And So It Begins

Dane and I spent some time getting him all prepared for this adventure. He knew what I wanted and how I wanted him to fulfill those expectations. He had his own hopes and dreams about what the day would bring… and what he wanted was to serve me in my day of exploration and fantasy fulfillment…

There is one thing that Dane is incredibly talented at… oral sex… holy fuck is this man really fucking talented at it… I don’t think I have ever had my pussy worshiped as well as when he did… the man’s concentration and skill are unmatched… he was tasked with bringing me to the edge multiple times… and if he was not able to ‘sense’ that moment where I was about to go over the edge and stop soon enough… but not too soon… we had a few test runs… and one time… one time he stopped and it should have been soon enough… but the need was so great… and my pussy couldn’t stop… he apologized for fucking this up… told me that he would do much better… do you know how hard it is to speak to a master at oral pleasure with disdain or condescension when you are boneless and unable to speak? Nearly fucking impossible… the pleasure was so fucking intense… and my need for more so great… and… and… and… I had to take a moment and remember what the fuck I was supposed to be doing…

And let’s be honest… I had some serious doubts right about now about the whole sub thing and why wouldn’t I want hours and hours of his skill breaking me…

Luckily for me, the inability of Dane being able to fuck me when I wanted him to fuck me so much brought the proper response… I was not happy… and let him know just how unhappy I was about this… and his poor little cock was suffering so in his cage… and thank goodness for that… I felt very fucking happy that he was suffering.

After making me cum… and bringing me back to the painful edge where I needed to cum some more and not be able to be fucked… and you know that being fucked at that moment is so very important… and leads to an incredible orgasm… to which I was not able to receive from him because of his ‘limitations’… he offered to kiss my ass… and if you were imagining what his skills with my pussy were like… him kissing my ass and me being a girl who really loves attention with my ass… it was incredible…

Until it wasn’t…

I needed my ass fucked…

While his tongue did some amazing things… and his fingers did some amazing things… it just wasn’t good enough…

And to find myself on the verge of begging HIM to fuck my ass… and realizing he can’t… he cannot fuck my ass in the way that it deserved and I wanted…

It seriously pissed me off…

Around this time I became aware that Joey and Brandon were standing in the doorway. And how I became aware of them… Joey was giving Dane some instructions on how to fuck my ass… because obviously Dane was unable to do a ‘good enough’ job…

Brandon suggested to Dane that he give up as he will never be able to satisfy me in the manner I deserve and he should just go sit over in the corner…

Holy fuck, my pussy sprang a leak at that moment… I was so turned on… so wet… and it fucking just began.

Each of these incredible men look very different from each other… it was like I had the best luck to find men so very different in body shape, size, voice, and dear lord… cocks… I was feeling like I won some kind of kinky lottery… Each man had different personalities… different preferences… different skills… and all had a desire to make this an incredible experience for me.

Dane as the submissive… Brandon as the serious appearing but so not serious at all… and Joey the bad boy of the group… Joey epitomizes bad boy… and the leader of this adventure.

Joey’s voice has this incredibly sexy, velvety sound to it… he can talk about anything and it has a sexual feel to it… explain to me just how to turn on a faucet and I swear he can make me cum… and after I told him the first time what his voice does to me, I swear he found all kinds of reasons to just rattle on about nothing… Joey has a voice that travels between Southern and Midwestern…

Dane is more soft spoken… as mentioned before, he has a position where he is the authority… it is a lot like ‘speak softly and carry a big stick’ type of voice… when he does speak you listen. Dane’s voice is deeply Southern.

Brandon is Midwestern all the way… when he and I are talking, my Midwestern comes out in full force… We say the same odd Midwestern things and we emphasize the words, often incorrectly according to the Southerners in the room all the time.

All of the men have incredible cocks… seriously… they are varied and beautiful. Remember me telling you that Joey is the resident bad boy… well, not only does he have an ear piercing… he has a few other piercings as well… and holy fuck doesn’t quite describe the sensations that this man created in my pussy. Let’s just come out and admit that while the ear piercing doesn’t make as much of an impression anymore in general… the tongue and the cock piercings do… oh fuck do they ever.

Joey wanted it pointed out that his cock is as close to perfect as a man’s can get… all the women (and men) he has fucked say so… it is beautiful… my words since he is not thrilled to be described as beautiful… fun conversation that was when I defined what a beautiful cock means to me… if it is the only thing I can think of after seeing it… is how beautiful it fits, feels, looks, tastes, cums… you get the picture… one taste and I was hooked… perfect, beautiful… doesn’t matter… I want that cock as often as I can have it…

Brandon is slightly shorter than Joey’s but also slightly thicker… and yes, there was a few conversations comparing the benefits of their cocks… and sizes along the way… and grossly… conversations about how much they shoot out… how far it shoots out… and other shit like that… not sure who they were trying to impress… but whatever… as long as they are happy with their cocks… so am I.

Dane… I had only seen pictures and quickly on zoom one day… but it is hard to tell what his cock looked like prior to the moment of play… as he had a cage he had to wear and had to have a very small and shriveled cock for this day to work… his full size cock shots looked very good… he may have a milometer or so on both the other guys… but fuck if we could tell for sure… and let’s face it… him being bigger than the rest was not a good thing to share with everyone as he was the ‘sissy’ of the group and did not deserve any praise for his cock….

To give you a bit of a visual of other things besides just their cock sizes… Joey is 6′ 2″, Brandon 6′ and Dane the shortest of the group at 5’10”. Joey’s hair is dark, dark brown, cut and styled in an edgy bad boy style… Brandon prefers a short military style cut of his grey hair and Dane sports a barely respectable style for a department head in a hospital. He struggles with wanting to grow it longer to support his desire to be in a band and his need for corporate compliance… his hair is a light brown, soft and I love running my fingers through his hair. How does this man keep his hair so fucking soft.

All three men are bisexual. Joey is a top… Brandon happens to like to switch and Dane is a bottom and prefers to be… It was decided that for today… Joey will fuck Brandon and Brandon will fuck Dane… and I get to fucking watch it all go down… You do not know how excited this makes me…

Oh, as I read that last bit… Joey planned to fuck Dane as well… seriously, I am in heaven… so much man fucking… so delicious…

Joey instructed Dane to get in the corner and let the real men please me… now remember, at this point I had been treated to the best oral sex ever… and I was a fucking wet mess already… I was so needing to be fucked… and hard… and my ass was needing to be fucked… and Joey came up behind me as I was still on my hands and knees and slid his cock in my pussy… hard… and OMFG!!!!!!!!!

I felt every single one of his four piercings… I felt them enter me… I felt them come on out… and go back in… and I had never felt anything like this before… I will never get that first time feeling that feeling back again… but holy fuck it is something I will never forget…

Brandon is in front of me… his cock is hard and ready to be sucked… and we somehow managed to coordinate very well the timing for him to fuck my mouth while Joey is fucking my pussy… the rhythm is incredible… after a few minutes, Brandon removes his cock from my mouth… something about being ready to cum to soon… and Joey is demanding that Dane watch how good a real man can fuck me…

And all I can think of at this point in time… is how will Joey’s cock feel fucking my pussy… it is nearly an obsession in my thinking… how on earth will those piercings feel…

Unfortunately… right now, I have to get back to work… I will write more later… because believe me… this story is no where near the end… and I am enjoying dragging out the details… because this was a once in a lifetime first for me…

Muah Sophia

He Prefers Disdain and Condescension

Before we could play there was work to do. I needed to know how to ‘get along’ with my sub. And since this was added in ‘last minute’ sorta… we had to do some work to figure out what was needed. Dane is the name of the sub in this adventure… He is so sweet and so good looking… and so fucking nice…

See where the problem lies… he is sweet and nice and good looking… a perfect man… if he wasn’t wanting me to humiliate him… I mean… he is that sweet… and nice… and fucking hot… so humiliation is not my first ‘go to’ with him… it is flirting and well, not calling him a sissy. He knows this… I said it several times to him… how sweet he is… He tells me that this won’t work well if I think the world of him… and we had gotten to know each other before it moved into the sub realm… We had to start getting in our roles for this adventure… so he explained why he likes this role of sub.

His job… his career requires him to make a lot of hard decisions with great consideration of many risks and consequences with little time to ponder them. He is a surgeon. He is the head of the department. He loves what he does but it is stressful. It is challenging. It can be overwhelming but he can’t allow himself to be overwhelmed. This is his outlet. This is what he does for release of all the shit in the world that he is required to do on a daily basis.

His staff all report to him with an understanding that what he says goes. The decisions he makes rest on his shoulders and no one else’s. If he makes a mistake it can cost someone their life. That is a lot on a person. His staff show him respect and some hold him in a position of awe and wonder. Some talk out of both sides of their mouths… and some just do not like him at all. But they all have to work with him.

He has to show them respect and all that good stuff… but with the amount of stress related to his work… he enjoys not having to make decisions for this area of his life. I know that this was supposed to make me feel better about making him feel like less… but I admire him a bit more.

That makes it a bit harder to humiliate him…

A lot harder actually.

Did I mention I find him sweet, nice, and hot…

He asked me if I could talk to him with disdain and condescension in my voice. I have done that to others… not sure if that is a brag or a confession… but I have spoken to people in that way before… and in theory can again… but I wasn’t sure if I could him…

He suggested I think of someone who ‘deserves’ to receive that from me and channel them for this fun we are going to have…

I know I should be highly ashamed of myself… for what I am about to confess… but there were several people I could think of that would give me great pleasure if I could speak to them all the time in that ‘voice’. I realized that I may have a new method of ‘dealing’ with them without really taking it out on them… this is both exciting and scary. But more exciting.

I really felt free when I was able to say things to him with disdain and condescension even in practice mode… It gave me an opportunity to get it off my chest so to speak and not be labeled a ‘bad person’. The more I thought about what I could say and how I was going to say it… the lighter I felt… I enjoyed being able to process my ‘shit’ without harming others. And I double-checked, I was not harming him.

In fact, I was often asked to amp up the disdain and condescension… and to not say the last word or two as an apology or with the sounds of it being an apology waiting to happen…

I had a person who I kept in my mind that was the real recipient of my disdain and condescension that I felt deserved it… It was interesting to see how this ’emotion’ came out and how as I owned the emotion the more real it became for me… I was able to see things clearer… and made it easier to switch between processing the emotion and letting the emotion play out…

Dane shared with me some of his favorite phrases that made him respond quickly and with great pleasure… he told me the things he likes to be ‘forced’ to do in these situations. He is bisexual and because of the whole scene that was building in this four-some… he wanted to make sure that there would be some of the bisexual humiliation aspect happen.

OMG, yes please…

This gets better and better and better as the moments tick along.

I could cum right now thinking about this… let alone living it and reliving it… Heaven help me… I am so fucking lucky.

Dane and I would be getting started before the other two men joined us. There were some things that Dane felt we needed to do to get the whole scene going. Some of these things would be a few days prior… he felt that we needed to really be in ‘character’ and it would help with my issue of really respecting him.

I will be honest… and this is about my husband and me… it is not really hard when my husband gets me to ‘that’ point to talk to him with disdain dripping from every word. It is not a challenge at all for me to talk to him with condescension lacing every word… It is very easy at times for this to happen… I know this… he knows this… and he pushes that limit and has our whole marriage to where this is what he receives and if I ‘do my best’ not to go there… he pushes that boundary and pushes some more and then it comes out and he actually seems happy…

So to say that I struggled with accomplishing something with disdain and condescension as a whole because it was not a part of me… well that would not be correct… but to apply this towards Dane was challenging as I saw him in the view of an incredible man who interested me a great deal. I expressed to him this struggle I was having. How to separate him from the man I first met him as and then how I had to change the focus towards this submissive role that was our secondary introduction. He understood the struggle. But, we had to move towards this new role and how we would go forward with these expectations.

Dane explained in great detail how I would need to see him as more submissive, and we started with an understanding of what submission means – “the action or fact of accepting or yielding to a superior force or to the will or authority of another person.” I need to shift my focus from respecting him and seeing him as a man I was sexually attracted to and instead view him from the lens of a man who wants to submit to me. A man who seeks my ‘superior’ force, my strength and direction for this activity. This gave me insight on how to switch gears. We found the conversations begin to evolve where I was the more dominant in not only my portion of the conversation and manner in which I ‘dealt’ with him… but having that switch in mindset helped in other ways…

I was given permission to say what I want and not worry about fitting into a ‘flirting’ or swinger role… but really be my most true self in conversation because I did not have to impress him… I needed to in fact press upon him the role of submission of him and ‘superiority’ over him. That was so cool to be party to as it happened. He would try to encourage or set me off rather to be less ‘nice’ and more real. He would challenge my thoughts and statements to get me to rid myself of the ‘nice and sweet behaviors’ and instead a bit bitchy.

I had to shed the role of being fun loving and sweet and timid in saying what I felt at the time as we are so conditioned to be nice as swingers and people. The first time he egged me on to the point I shed the nice-girl comments and really told him he can shut the fuck up anytime he wants… he encouraged me to tell him why he should shut the fuck up…

You see, he assumed some things there was little evidence of… but the assumptions were not what I wanted him to believe… I was upset by something someone did… and yet, I didn’t want to admit I was upset. I had this shield protecting me and my real thoughts on this person/topic. He could tell I was hiding something… he pushed and pushed and pushed until I finally snapped at him… If I admitted what I needed to admit then I opened up a whole new issue I had to address. I was asked ‘what was I afraid of really?’ The answer was I was afraid to admit what I already knew to be true.

So I told him to shut the fuck up… I am not ready to admit that which I already know… and I don’t want to be forced into admitting it… Oddly enough, I didn’t start crying… I just became angry. I was angry at him….It was different from when I was in this role with my husband… there was enough ‘baggage’ that allowed me to ‘take up the role complete with words’… but with him… not so much.

Until it wasn’t an issue anymore… and that made what we did last weekend so much better. I realized I had a lot of disdain and condescension waiting to come out… and out it came.

Who says kink isn’t a great release of things you need to release… very liberating. VERY!

So as we worked through those things and I created an outlet to voice those feelings I was too worried about sharing out… I shared and shared and shared all that disdain… all that condescension and as a result he became very hard-ish… he was in a cage… he dripped and dripped and dripped and I was very pleased with myself… I was letting it out… very fucking therapeutic.

When we met up at the house we rented before the actual ‘event’ happened… we were able to get comfortable with the set up… with each other… with the ‘pre-work’ we had to do to be ready… and ready we were… He hadn’t been able to remove his cage for 7 days… was ‘tortured’ by our texts… I guess I am pretty good at texting disdain and condescension in a fairly oblivious to everything else manner that made him want to have my undivided attention…

All I really remember from those texts was telling him how much I wished he was a better man that I wanted to fuck as much as the other two guys I can’t to explore, taste, and fuck… but needless to say, he just doesn’t do much for me…

He reminded me that I have the use of his whip… and when I say whip, I am not talking a flogger. He has a whip that I am able to use once in the beginning and once in the end… good grief… practicing on how to use that and get over that ‘freak out’ was interesting… very interesting…

But as we were getting ready… and I prepped him for our fun… teased, tormented, humiliated and spoke down too… he tells me… “whip my ass so it is ready to be fucked.”

Dear God, I gushed when he said that… I was so ready.

Muah Sophia