Admire Me…Asshole

Call me conceited, a narcissist, whatever you want…I’m fucking hot, and I know it. Sometimes, the one thing that turns me on the most is catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror, or laying in bed and running my fingers along my firm thighs and tight stomach, wishing you were here to satisfy and enjoy my sweet, wet pussy.

So when I laid my eyes upon this conservative looking man, I was excited to have an eager and appreciative partner to make me feel like the Goddess that I am.

It was good at first. His cock was nice and thick, and he didn’t hesitate to devour my delicious pussy and make me cum before he even entered me. But give me a break little boy, I can make myself cum harder than that with any one of my many toys. What I have YOU here for is to worship this perfect body that you have been lucky enough to touch, let alone fuck.

So when I climbed on top of him, I expected him to stare at my perfect tits as they bounced in rhythm with my pussy on his cock. I love being watched, it makes me drip with excitement. I wanted him to grab my waist and watch me throw my head back as he fucked me like the a real man.

Instead, he closed his eyes and turned his head to the side while he fucked me like a jackrabbit…bad idea, bad idea.

assholeI slapped his face so hard back in my direction, I thought he was gonna cry like the little bitch that he was. He looked at me with utter surprise as he realized he had done something terribly wrong.

“Don’t like what you see?!?!” I demanded.

“N-n-nooo, you’re fff-ffucking hot, I swear!” he stuttered. I climbed off of him and told him not to move. Grabbing my “bag of fun”, his eyes suddenly became aware of everything around him.

“What are you gonna do?” he whimpered. I smirked an evil smirk, and told him that he should’ve been paying attention the first time around. I handcuffed him to the bedposts like a crucified Jesus, then blindfolded him so he would have no choice but to guess what was cumming next.
After almost a half hour of sheer torture, I thought the poor bitch had had about enough. I had prodded, clamped, choked, slapped, sucked, and bit almost every bit of flesh on that poor soul while he waited in anticipation for every move I would make next. I tortured him between pleasure and pain, never letting on as to what was about to come next. I made him tell me about every exquisite piece of my body that I let him enjoy. Hearing him describe my perfection made my inner thighs become dripping wet with my cum. When I was ready, I sat on his face, forcing him to make me cum down his throat repeatedly until I felt satisfied. Finally, I rode his cock and let him explode all over my tight little tummy, removing his blindfold so he could appreciate the beautiful sight of his cum dripping over my bellybutton.

“Oh my God, so fucking hot!” he exclaimed. I eventually removed his handcuffs, watching him rub his wrists that had become sore from all the writhing. As soon as he felt relaxed, I slapped him HARD across the face, making his lip swell and bleed.

“Next time, you’ll look at the woman who gives your fucking bitch ass the time of day, understand?”

He shook his head yes, almost in disbelief. This was a lesson that this  man would remember for a lifetime…appreciate and admire your woman, or pay the price…asshole.

BatGirl

“Oh thank you Batgirl!” I exclaimed, sitting down on my bed. She stood before me proudly, her long strawberry blonde hair flowing from underneath her cowl. She stood before me in her typical velvet deep purple fabric outfit, on the end of her arms and legs were the bright yellow gloves and boots. She also had on her short yellow cape that was flowing freely in the night’s breeze, her breasts were covered by the yellow symbol for Batgirl. She had come in through the window and chased out the Joker’s side kick, Harley Quinn.

Smiling, she looked down at me. “Not a problem citizen! Oh, wait. Did Harley catch you earlier?”

Rubbing my neck where there was a small lipstick mark on my neck. “Yes, but just a little.”

“Oh dear. That won’t do. I’m afraid I’ll have to help you with it.” She said, bending down to sit next to me on the bed.

“Why, what does it do?” I asked, curious as to what Harley had infected me with.

“It’s a toxin that will destroy your nervous system unless you can keep your heart beating quickly.” Batgirl explained, hooking her arm around my shoulder, supporting me sweetly.

“So, how do I keep it from killing me? Do I have to go to the gym?”

“I’m afraid not, it doesn’t work like that. You can’t sweat it out. We need to get the toxin into someone who’s already been cured. That way it kills it right there and then.”

“Right, how is that going to work?”

“I’m afraid we’ll have to perform sexual acts to transfer the toxin. I, however, have been given a cure by Batman himself.” She said with a sweet smile, placing her hand on mine.

“OK, I’ll have to just keep my chin up for it.” I said, looking distraught over it.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” She asked, squeezing my hand lightly.

“I do, but she’s out of town right now.”

“I see. Well, I’m sure she won’t mind if we just get together for this one night.” She said with a smile.

“OK… Should I start?” I asked, smiling slightly as we made eye contact.

“I don’t mind citizen.” She said smiling politely.

“All right then, it’s my job to defend the people of Gotham and you are a tax-paying citizen.” She lent over and unzipped my flies, reaching into them and she tugged my dick out of my pants. She looked at the hardening member and smiled, jerking the bottom of the shaft she looked with amazement as it arose to the full seven inches.

She opened her mouth and took the member inside her warm, wet mouth. She slowly bobbed up and down on my member, sliding up and down my shaft, she slowly tightened and loosened the seal around my shaft. Tightening her lip lock at the half way point, she applied pressure as she slid up and down. Whenever she hit the bottom of my dick’s head, she moaned throatily and let her tongue bash against the head. Liberally coating the head with her warm spit, she looked up at me as she went to work.

Bobbing up and down, Batgirl moaned sexily as she loosened her lip lock and started to splash her tongue against my member. Her warm spit smacked against my shaft and trickled down, reaching a pool at my balls. As she bobbed down to my balls, she brought her gloved hand up and cupped my testicles, pushing them closer to her mouth. Then, she opened her mouth and let her tongue lap against my skin, capturing all of her spit.

“Are you going to cum soon?” She queried, looking up at me.

“Probably.” I admitted, a thin film of sweat started to form on my body as she toyed with me.

“Well, my mask tells me that we haven’t be going at it for long enough to transfer the toxin. We’ll have to have actual intercourse!” Standing up, she unclipped her utility belt and tossed it to the floor. It was then that I saw that she was wearing a two piece suit. Her belt had covered up the thin patch of skin that was where the uniform broke apart.

“All right Batgirl, I’m ready.” She smiled and nodded, crawling up on the bed she parted her legs and straddled my lap. Reaching behind her, she took my dick in her hand and positioned it at her wet opening.

Slowly, she brought herself down and let my dick enter her wet pussy. Her lips clung to my dick tightly and she let her head fall back as my member invaded her. Moaning, she put her hands on my chest and started to rock backwards and forwards. Lifting her hips up and down, she started to ride me. Her head fell back and she looked to the sky as she straightened her back and groaned.

Squeezing her tits, I groaned as her hips started to make circles on my lap with my dick still in it. Her tongue licked at mine liberally, sliding out of my mouth and biting on my bottom lip. It slipped out of her mouth and she smiled happily, leaning in she kissed the bite mark and sucked on the lip. Putting her hands on my chest, she pushed me on my back. Putting her hands on my chest, she started to ride me.

Grinding her lap against mine, I groaned as her clit rubbed against mine. She hooked her arms around my neck and pulled me in tighter so I could suck on her breasts. Taking her right breast in my mouth, I looked up at her and smiled as her mouth had formed an open ‘Oh’ shape. Putting my hands on her ass, I squeezed her flesh tightly as she let out a throaty groan.

Sweat started to run down our bodies as she pushed her firm, tight body against me. Pushing against me, she grinned as she held my hands above my head and linked her fingers in mine. She groaned as she threw her head back and started to writhe on my dick. Grunting sexily, her voice became a sexy growl as she started to cum. Her warm lips hugged my dick as she shook and rushed towards an orgasm.

“Batgirl! I’m going to cum soon.”

“Quick! Cum inside me!”

With a few more sharp thrusts, I shot my load deep inside her. Groaning, I continued to pump in and out of her, making sure I got all of my seed inside her.

Strapon Training

I had been visiting dommes for many years usually for bondage and a good spanking. The scenarios developed and the spankings got harder but I was always looking for something more. Approximately three years ago I talked to the domme that I visited regularly about widening my horizons and having a strap on used on me. She explained what she would do and how it might take some getting used to.

On the first occasion she took her time preparing me, lubricating and loosening me up before inserting her smallest strap on. Slowly she slid in and out of me for a short time. Over the coming months each time we met she did a little more – longer period of penetration, faster strokes and when she felt I was ready progressed to larger strap ons. She told me that the secret was to relax and the pleasure would heighten. I have now progressed as far as I can go and every session now involves be secured to her special bench to receive a good beating before the strap on is put on and Mistress pounds away vigorously. I am then released from her bench and laid on my back with my legs held apart up in straps and wrists secured. Mistress then enters me again and I watch as she thrusts in and out of me while playing with my dick taking me to a wonderful climax.

During my drive home I have the combined feelings of my caned bottom and the afterglow of the anal pounding that I had just received.

The training took a while but if it had been rushed I may have been turned off it for ever.

Panty Boy Assignment

Hello Lovers! I’ve been thinking about this for some time and decided that I would finally post something about it.

So I, Kristy am assigning all you naughty Panty Sluts to go shopping. I don’t care what store you go to even if it’s a Dollar store. But it must be a store. This assignment is to buy a new pair of panties off the rack, nothing more nothing less. One pair of panties! No online ordering. No stealing someones panties in the laundromat or dirty hamper. It must be a pair you pick out and walked up to the register and tell the sales girl that is all you need.

I can’t wait to hear about your shopping experiences.

xoxo

cam phone

I will admit I am a bit of a voyeur at heart. I have started out my window late at night in hopes someone has left their blinds open and I can catch them doing something nasty. I have caught a few guys masturbating which only makes me start to touch myself as well.
So when a guy asks if I will watch their cam while they are masturbating or doing something extra naughty it only makes me think I am being a voyeur and looking in on them. Ok I have their permission but we just pretend I don’t.

Like last night this guy was telling me all about the sexy panties he was wearing well course I said well why don’t you show me. So he sent me that little video request super fast. There he was in all his sheer pink thong prettiness. Rubbing his small dick in those pretty panties. I couldn’t help but laugh. He was modeling them for me and everything. Getting up and showing me just how good his panty boy ass looked in a pink thong.

I wish I could say it was super exciting to see his panty clitty come out for me to see but it was super small so I could only giggle at it. But I did have a great time talking to him and watching him on cam.

So for those of you out there that are looking for a phone girl to watch you be naughty and kinky I am definitely the girl.

Call Me!

steampunk 8)

In case you haven’t noticed before, I’ve got quite a thing for girls cosplaying in steampunkish outfits, so right before leaving for the day, here are a few nice pics for you guys to enjoy!

Steampunk is the mating of technology and romance, breeding some of the most wickedly cool gadget’s and art you’ve ever seen. It’s cool and brass-clad sexy. With a post apocalyptic type of rebellion, Steampunk enthusiast mod almost everything you can imagine and then some. This amazing urban art movement was birthed on the Internet, so it’s no wonder hi-tech hardware hackers are romancing technology with a Victorian passion, yearning for the aesthetic realm of The Time That Never Happened; Steampunk – where the future meets the past.