The Dandy

I’m such a horny bitch this week. My God.

Last night…

Favourite top, checked.

Alcohol (plenty), checked.

Received compliments, checked.

Being picked up, checked.

Sexy dances in the clubs with girlfriend, checked.

Teasing dance in the clubs with Bestion, checked.

Gyrate gyrate gyrate, checked.

Left clubs by 5am, checked.

Too tipsy to have sex, checked. (Urgh).

But they all built up a sexual tension in me that was getting way too unbearable. 

Woke up by 10am, and I snuggled besides Bestion who was sleeping bottom-naked. Weird. Did I give him a blowjob last night? Totally no impression.

“Can we fuck? I’m horny. But no more condom. Go down and buy?” I whispered into his ears.

He was hardly awake, or should I say, he had only sufficient energy to push my head down to his dick, requesting for a blowjob.

“Neh. No sex, no blowjob. Go down and buy? Then I promise I’ll give you a good and long one.” I licked the tip of his dick sensually and then slowly lowered my mouth…

“But I can’t give you too much now. Quick, go buy and I promise you a good blowjob.” I teased.

“Plus cum in your mouth?” The banker in him started to talk terms.

“Deal.” Everything goes when I’m horny.

Immediately, he jumped out of the bed. That’s my man.

It took him a mere 5 minutes to return home and he dived straight into the bed expecting his reward.

I started what became a 45-minutes blowjob.. at least. With only one rule – not to touch me no matter what I did, until I said so. I wanted my sexual urge to hit the maximum.

I began teasing – gentle nibbles, soft sucking of the balls, and letting my tongue worked its magic. My juices began to flow as I witnessed how he was drowning in pleasure.

Then I masturbated myself as I went down on him, alternating between the sidewards and 69 position so that he could watch me finger myself and play with my clit.

“Ooo my God, I can hear how wet you are just from the squishy swashy sound that your juices and fingers are making!” He exclaimed, making me even more keen to tease him further. I grinned and then slipped my wet fingers into my mouth seductively to taste myself.

“You make a very good porn star.” He chuckled.

Then I guided his hands to the back of my head. I whispered. “Don’t you want to do your favourite act?”

He took hint and tugged at my hair, controlling the speed that his dick moved in and out of my mouth. 

“You are too gentle. Is that all you want to do? You are the boss…” I instigated.

It all broke loose. He knelt and with his dick inside my mouth, he held my head firmly in his hands and began bobbing it fast and furious, occasionally going for the deep throats. How can you not love an aggressive man?

“You can make me cum like that, you know?” He let out a helpless sigh.

“It’s not even half-time for your blowjob.”

I continued to blow him hungrily, savouring every moment as time ticked away. Then I led his hands to my breasts that were badly in need of his attention. Kissing and sucking on my sensitive nipples, he set my body aflame. My God. It HAD to be my turn now. I needed him badly. Then I knelt right in front of him as he slided his fingers up and down my pussy.

“Ooo.. I love your horny look. So you want this huh?’ It was his turn to take the power as he fingered me to one orgasm after another. “Oh… I love how your body trembled and how you arched….” I was giving immediate testaments to his skills.

“Yes yes… Can you fuck me please? Please??? Please???? PLEASE BOSS? Shouldn’t you reward me for the blowjob?” I begged. I needed his fat cock. 

And so… we fucked like animals, almost tearing our home (and probably also our neighbours’) down with our moans. When he signalled that he was about to cum, I pulled the condom gently off his dick and began sucking him again, until he shot his load right into my warm mouth.

This was probably one of the hottest sex that we had, so much that as I recalled and blogged this down, I had to stop three times just to masturbate. And now, I’m wet and horny again, waiting for my man to return home from work.  Urgh.

Last night was memorable. What was intended as a dinner became a drinking session and subsequently led to my my virgin visit to a stripclub.

We were the only customers in the club. So within a few minutes, strippers flocked to our table. The rules were explained to us – no kissing on the lips and no touching of the parts between the waist and the knees. After some small talks and a round of drinks to break the ice with the strippers, we were led to another area enclosed by curtains.

And there it started.

Private area, dim lights, naked girls, lap dances, boobies shaking and… a group of intoxicated friends.

I had an instant feel of what an orgy would be like. There was the aggressive guy who couldn’t get his hands off the stripper. There was the shy banker who was trying to carry a proper conversation while the stripper was gyrating against him. And there was another guy who was trying to his best to get out of room. The girls, on the other hand, were much less reserved and were starting to hug the strippers and dance with them. Everyone had their own agenda with the strippers. For me, I wanted to experience the feeling of touching a woman.

It was my first time. And I behaved like a 13-year-old teenager boy who first saw a naked girl in front of him. I didn’t know where to put my hands. I didn’t know where to look. And I didn’t know how to really enjoy her dance. I had only one thought in my mind – I don’t want to look like an amateur and had my friends laughed at me later.

So I began. I slided my hands down her back to feel the softness of her skin. Probably it’s the air-conditioning in the room. Probably it’s simply different body texture. But it felt kind of synthetic. She looked deeply into my eyes, firmly spread my legs apart and started to fondle me. She slided her hands under my shirt and bra to grab my breast and then gave me a cheeky look. I’m not sure if she felt anything because having her pair of D-cup breasts dangling in front of me, I felt flat-chested immediately. Where did my breasts go???

I didn’t have the guts to grab her breasts as I would have love to. I gave them a quick squeeze, before turning my head to laugh at my friends, or to cheer for the strippers to go 2 on 1 on each guy. She noticed I was embarrassed and told me to relax. Apparently, she wasn’t going to let me off that easy. She continued to dangle her bits in front of me and it was then when I caught sight of her cleanly shaven pussy. Ooooo… I was so tempted to touch! But I wasn’t sure if it was the silly rule of no touching between waist and knees, or if it was simply me feeling shy, I did no further actions. I simply sat there and letting her perform her dance for me.

“10 more minutes…’ A man came in to remind us. For that price we were paying, I thought the time ticked particularly fast. Damn.

We quickly exchanged strippers in order to get our money worth. Another short round of sexual teasing started. Laughters exchanged, cheers began and more drinks followed. That marked the start of a long night as we headed off to another club to dance and drink our night away.

It was a night worth remembering and I realise…

Oh man, I really want to make out with a girl!

The first time I read her blog, I was skeptical. I was wondering if whatever she typed were true accounts because they were way beyond my own liberalization limits. If you had religiously read my blog, you would have known that my threshold are already high. I can accept people who are doing threesomes or even orgies. I am also capable of giving you an explanation of why when affairs happen, the wife may not be the victim as it always seem. 

But she introduced a greater limit.

Her boyfriend gets her fbs to fuck. And she has very long sex marathons where she can fucked till she passes out and yet still carries on being fucked.

Wow.

Not only that, she still has the energy to make love with her boyfriend. And guess what, this couple loves sharing pee between them.

Wow wow.

The most unbelievable part (to me) was when she blogged about how she had sashimi for dinner and her boyfriend asked her to keep a piece into her vagina so that he could enjoy it when they got home.

Wow wow wow.

Isn’t she afraid of vagina infection or what’s not? Which girl would put raw food into her vagina???

That was the point when I started questioning how authentic her blog was. Did she blogged simply for the attention? How can her vagina not get tired and sore from all the dicks going in and out of her? How can she still get wet? Honestly, fuck me continuously for an hour and I would have opt out of sex for the next few days!

But as doubtful as I was, it didn’t seem that she was lying either – because she updated her blog very frequently and if they were all untruth, it would mean that she had to come up with posts and posts of lies. How can one come up with so many lies just to write a blog? So at that point, I concluded that she was simply in a different realm – a much more liberal state such that the maximum I could offer, was respect and nothing else. I also started to read her blog less because I see no point in knowing about a lifestyle that I could not comprehend.

Then just a few moments ago, I was prompted to visit her blog, only to realise that she has stretched her limits. She’s doing anal. She’s a whore. She’s a sex slave.

Wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow.

And to top things up, she posted pictures of her acts and had thus indirectly dispute the accusations that her blog had been made up of lies.

Bravo. Full respect for her liberalization and her love for sex. If she claims to be the number 1 sex blogger in terms of the actual acts performed, no one should disagree with her at all.

However, it has comes to a point which is disturbing for me, especially when she was saying how she might wanna get pregnant because that would please her sex master.

HUH?

What nonsense is that?

What will the child thinks when he/she grows up? - oh my mummy had me because it turns her boss on to have a pregnant whore working for her.

And I thought drinking pee of her boyfriend was bad enough, but apparently, it isn’t that exclusive now. My Lord. 

And anal sex… urgh. I can’t imagine having a dick coated with shit entering a vagina subsequently.

Perhaps it turns her on, but I had a splitting headache immediately and now, I’m trying damn hard to get those disgusting images out of my mind.

Why would someone love such extreme acts?

I’m not getting her, are you?

Sometimes I hate my fingers.

I spent almost the whole afternoon yesterday trying to duplicate the way that Bestion gave me multiple orgasms by just using his fingers.

But I couldn’t attain it at all.

He made it seem so easy such that my ‘n’ years of masturbation looked way too amateur. Fuck. Why have I been so contented all along? 

I hate situations like this - That growing sexual reliance which leads to more sexual desperation. My pussy obeys him more than it listens to me now. Tsk tsk.

Of course, to make my time feel worthy, I ended it with my usual way of pleasuring myself, but well…

It never feels the same anymore.

Urgh.

“How about the ladder?” Bestion’s eyes gleamed.

We had just gotten home and he wanted us to make out before we headed for the shower.

Economic, as he always puts it. Otherwise, we have to shower for the second time after we are done with the deed. As usual, I was full of reluctance because being the cleanliness freak I had always been, I refused to get onto the bed until we were all clean and good. The day before, we had just fucked on the floor and boy, as raunchy as it seemed, it always hurt like hell because of the hardness… of the floor. So this time round, I was determined to remain standing.

“I’ll lean towards the table and you fuck me from behind?” I suggested. He complied and as he pumped me into esctasy, the ladder that quietly stood in the corner of the room caught his eyes. Within seconds, I found myself seated on the highest rung of the ladder with my legs spread and extended into the mid-air. He carefully balanced himself on to the lowest rung so that the height was just right for him to penetrate deeply into me whilst standing. He started thrusting hard, and damn… it was a good start.

It progressed from an initial fear of falling and hurting ourselves badly to embracing the thrill of having sex in the mid-air. The rugged sex got us into the mood and I was wet (more than) enough to faciliate any movements. It was his turn to sit and I joined him at the highest rung, riding my life way in the cowgirl position. Then I positioned myself perpendicular to him and rode him sideways. It was easy to support and balance ourselves using different parts of the ladder (kudos to the gym workouts). We then carried on to experiment with a few more positions before reaching our orgasms. If you asked me, this had to be the most acrobatic sex that we had till date.

As I was cleaning up my juices that had dripped onto the rungs of the ladder later, a thought came into my mind. You know what to look for when you get a ladder next time? The maximum weight that it can hold. Ours can hold 150kg. Sufficient threshold to support a third person… next time.