Forbidden: phtlc & lowblow emma

[lowblow emma]

In the cool light of tomorrow, I’m going to realise that this was not his fault. When my raging frustration is finally satisfied, I’m going to understand that he was having difficulty keeping control. After all, why was he refusing to fuck me when any hot blooded male would have wanted his cock up my fanny long ago? I should have realised that all this stuff that I took as teasing and tormenting was actually fighting for control. Maybe I will even come in future to accept some share of the blame for not noticing that he was in as bad a state as me and for not easing him in gentle rather than exposing to such a full on penetration as I forced on him.

But that’s all maybe. Right now, I am furious and desperate. That’s F for Furious and F for Fucking desperate.

I knew it was going to happen, as soon as I’d taken his shaft to its full length. His hips bucked so hard, he always threw me off the sofa. And I felt the jet of hot sperm bursting inside me like a Yellowstone geyser.

‘NO,’ I screamed, ‘NO. You little bastard, I told you to wait. NO, I can’t believe you’ve gone this to me. You’ll pay, just you see if you don’t, you’re going to pay big time.’

And all the while I was clutching his cock, praying that somehow he’d stay hard, but knowing that that was just for fantasies, not real life. No man I have ever known or heard of actually stayed hard for long after cumming. OK they can stay hard for a bit, manage a few more strokes, but it doesn’t last long, certainly no where near long enough for what I have in mind.

With my cunt muscles still clamped on his softening cock, I lent over him, my hands either side of his head, my chest heaving and sending my tits swaying in his face. This was not the time to ask him how long he’d be before he was hard again. There was no way I was going to get out a calculator to work out whether I could stay sane long enough. I was at the point where I had to finish. There was no turning back. And he was going to finish what he’d started.

‘But while I’m plotting my revenge, Bill,’ I gasped, ‘you need to get me sorted and fast. Because if you don’t I’ll be working this little cock of yours until its raw.’

As he slid out of me, I pushed my way up until my thighs were straddling his head and lowered myself down.

‘Bill, I don’t know if you can spell cunnilingus but you’d better be good at, so tuck in little buddy because this is going to be your supper tonight.’

 

[phtlc]

For a moment the look on her face is terrifying, as she seems to almost boil over with rage. Sure enough a moment later she explodes and starts hurling threats at me. While she makes no specific mention of any acts this time, her earlier threat weighs on my mind as she goes almost thermonuclear on me.

Her eyes betray a violent fury, a storm waiting to burst and for a moment I am actually tempted to scream for help, but I restrain myself knowing nobody will hear and that I will just anger her further.
Her insides still grip me erotically, as I lay there submissively, just wanting her to calm down lest she hurts me. As she glares at me, her breasts sway in my face, adding an erotic tinge to the fear of the moment.

Her instructions that I "sort her out" and her threats to work my penis raw scare me, as she seems to have lost her grasp on reality.
Sliding herself off of me, I feel my hardness pop out of her inner flesh, meeting cool air as I lay there immobilized. As she moves her body upward I am somewhat confused until she gets to the point where she is starting to straddle my face. Oh my god!....She doesn't actually expect me to...., the realization that she expects me to use my mouth on her is frightful. She pees out of there! I think. I've heard guys mention this act, but often thought the words nothing more than bravado.

I can't do this....I can't! I think, looking up at her, frightened of her wrath, but not sure I can actually do this. As she starts to lower herself towardsmy mouth I turn my head away to prevent contact.

"Mrs. Thorpe...please...I can't....."

 

[lowblow emma]

‘Please, I can’t, I don’t know how, I’ve not got any experience,’ I mimicked in a high pitched voice. This was getting tedious and if we’d been close to a wall I’d have been climbing it with my finger nails by this stage.

‘Shut the fuck up,’ I snapped at him, ‘now is not the time for this crap. It’s too late and I’m not in the mood for any more role play games.’

I grabbed him by the hair and pushed his face into my crotch, rubbing my juices over his lips and nose.

‘If you really don’t know what to do, just improvise.’ My tone was sarcastic. ‘I’m sure you’ll get the idea quickly enough.’

But still he did nothing. I could have hit him. I probably would hit him later. But if that was the only way I was going to get done, I’d just have to play along, after all he had the upper hand, at least for the time being.

‘Just imagine I’m an ice cream. Suck me and lick me. Just like you’re trying to stop it running over your fingers.’

At last his lips and tongue began to move and my hips moved with him, settling into the rhythm he had set. I let go of his hair and ran my hands over my breasts and belly. Moaning as I pinched my nipples or squeezed my tits.

‘My ass,’ I groaned, ‘Bill, come on, play with my ass.’

Slowly, reluctantly, his hands touched by buttocks as I swivelled from side to side, pressing my clit against his teeth. Eventually, playing his usual games, his fingers slid into my crack and I moaned my appreciation softly.

‘That’s it, Bill, good boy, that’s it, finger my ass and lick my clit, so on, that’s it, that’s the way to do it.’

I was close now, so close. I was teetering on the edge, but I knew this feeling of old, I wasn’t going to blow until I’d had more cock. My husband would have realised that and been working desperately to get hard again, but Bill wouldn’t know how to read my reactions yet. He was going to need a bit of help here.

Punching myself up with my thighs, I turned round and sank back on his face. Now in the 69 position, I dropped down onto his cock and began licking.

‘Don’t forget to keep eating,’ I told him, ‘and don’t forget that ass.’

Slowly, tentatively like always, his fingers returned and his tongue began lapping, as I sucked his cock, tasting my own familiar juices mingled with the unfamiliar taste of his cum. Was it my imagination or was he stiffening up again.

So soon? But, of course, I was used to my husband, a man in his 30s, so much older than Bill. At his age, maybe he could recover that much faster. I began working harder, my head bobbing. I just had to be careful not to get him so excited that he’d come before he could fuck me again.

 

[phtlc]

Her explosiveness terrified me. In an instant she had become enraged, mimicking me in a mocking voice as she ridiculed my hesitancy. I didn't know what to do. How could somebody put their mouth down there? That said she didn't leave it up to me, and instead grabbed my hair [painfully and as I opened my mouth to yelp in pain she pressed her vagina directly against my mouth, muffling my cry.

She ground against me, gyrating her hips as she rubbed herself all over my face, making me taste and smell her. It took a bit of guidance and coercion but she eventually got me to act against my better judgement and start actively using my tongue on her, despite my lack of interest in doing so. I licked her flesh, stroking it with my tongue, clumsily as she worked over me. At one point my tongue went over a small round bump, and she immediately jolted a bit, and intuitively I knew this was her clitoris. I'd heard about it, but had never seen on. Knowing that I would be doing this until she was satisfied, I decided to focus on that sensitive little button to hopefully speed things up.

As horrified as I was with doing something so humiliating, I still felt a twinge of excitement that seemed out of place as I tried to close my mind to the shock of what I was doing.

As she settled into her movements she did release the painful grip on my hair, and allowed herself to focus purely on the pleasurable sensations as she thrust herself into me and started ordering me to play with her ass. Grabbing her butt cheeks I started massaging them as I focussed my oral efforts on her now swollen clitoris.

When she told me to finger her ass, I assumed hopefully that she did not actually mean touching her anus. Instead I played inside her crack, squeezing her cheeks and licking her button.

Suddenly and aggressively she turned around, facing the other way, so her butt was in my face. Lowering herself into position, she pushed herself into me again as I went back to licking her flesh and massaging her buttocks.

When she lay down on me, bringing her face close, I felt my semi hard penis starting to swell a bit. As her tongue touched it, I jolted in shock at the sensation, and started feeling it harden quickly. Before I could get over the sensation of that, she then took me into her mouth. I actually emitted an involuntary cry of pleasure at the sensation, and accidentally squeezed her cheeks a bit hard as I started grinding my face furiously into her flesh, licking, sucking as she gyrated above me.

 

[lowblow emma]

Bill’s cock begins to come to life in my mouth as I suck at the tip, pulling gently and letting my teeth drag his foreskin back, all the time pressing my crotch into his face so that his tongue and teeth work my clit. And as his cock fills my mouth, thoughts fill my head.

When I was his age, the guys were all concerned about the size of their cocks. Half the time they were boasting and bragging. Look at this, feel how hard it is, too big for your mouth. Did it fill your pussy? Did it make you scream? And the other half of the time they were insecure. Was it as big as the last guy I’d had? Had it reached its full size or would it continue to thicken and lengthen as the guy got older? As if I’d know the answer to that.

But Bill hasn’t been like that. He hasn’t bragged although as I remember he’s pretty well hung. For his age, that is, because he doesn’t compare to my husband. And he hasn’t shown any insecurity. Just supremely confident, in himself, in his ability and in his control over me. Take how he’s attacking my clit, like he’s eating an ice cream, taking bites and then licking and lapping. I’m parking those feelings he’s producing into the back of my mind, because I need to get him hard again before I feel free to let myself go. I need a good cock fucking and with his dick semi-hard like this, I’ll probably break it if I let myself go. And that is something I really don’t want to explain to his parents.

And speaking of confidence in his control over me, just look at the way his fingers working at my ass. They’ve kneaded into my buttocks and then set out on a stroll along my crack, carefully skirting that tight little hole. Teasing and provoking. I’m getting to know his tricks now. He’ll work on me for a while until I can’t hold myself back and have to beg him to get his fingers working inside me. Then he’ll come on all hesitant, spinning it out longer and longer, until finally when I give in and beg him, he’ll set to work like a pro. I’m not there yet, but I’m close. My thighs are clamped around his head and his fingers are wandering around, apparently aimlessly, with me adjusting my position as they approach my hole, hoping to catch him out so that his nails at least drag across that puckered flesh. But no, each time, however close he gets, he always manages to skirt by.

All this focus on my ass is making me lose my concentration and he’s softening up again. I put my mouth to work bobbing up and down, sucking and licking. He’s stiffening again but not still not yet fully hard. It won’t be long, I’m sure. My husband would be jealous of his recovery time; even with me working on him, he takes a good twenty minutes. Bill will beat that easily, just so long as I concentrate. But then those thoughts start up again in my heat. Bill is into computers, like everyone else his age these days. But suppose he’s got a camera set up here. Does he film his encounters? Does he relive the experience later? Wanking off at the sight of these older women grovelling under this ministrations? Does he show his friends or even post this on some porn hub? I shudder involuntarily at the thoughts of thousands of eyes watching me, possibly even people I know. I make a mental note to question him afterwards about that. These cameras can be so small nowadays that it would be easy to hide several in here. Maybe he even films his parents. I wouldn’t put it past him. I feel my juices flowing more freely as the possibilities fill my imagination as his cock steadily fills my mouth.

He’s rock hard now. His balls are pulling tight into his body. I could take him, I know I could, show him what a blowjob can be like. He’s seconds away if I want to. He’s beginning to squirm, knowing that he’s going to cum if I keep my head bobbing like this, making sure my hair is over my face in case there’s a cam somewhere. He’s moaning, almost begging me to slow down, to help him last. I can feel his lips moving over my clit and lips. I can almost feel the words form on my flesh as his mouth almost floats on my juices that are trickling out of me, just as his cream is coming to the boil in his balls.

And all the time his fingers are still playing, still walking up and down my clit, skilfully avoiding that tempting little hole. I lift my head, leaving a string of saliva linking my lips to the tip of his cock. The shaft is glistening and twitching, almost begging me not to stop as his muffled words beg me to slow down. I reach back and grab his hand, the one that’s walking my crack. I take a firm grip on his index finger and pull it towards my hole.

‘Alright, Bill,’ I splutter, ‘you win again. I’ve had enough.’

I push my ass back, pressing my hole onto his finger, then pushing, pushing hard, forcing him inside me. Holding it there, preventing him from removing it. He’s wriggling, trying to escape, probably finding it hard to breath with my crotch covering his face and my juices flooding over his mouth and nose. Slowly I begin to rotate the finger, until he gets the message and takes up the rhythm. Finally, I release him and bend forward over his cock again.

‘Now,’ I try to keep my voice as calm and commanding as I can, ‘now, you finger fuck my ass, while I give you the best blowjob you’ve ever had.’