X

X walked in as Paul was pumping my ass. I was moaning with pleasure and whimpering with pain. Paul let X watch him fuck me for what seemed like a few minutes, then he pulled out before he came. X was busy taking off his clothes, and in the interim, Paul picked up the vibrator and applied it to my clit. He wasn't going to let me come, though, he just wanted me even more heated up.

X laid down on the bed on his back and motioned for me to get on top of him. I was so hot, I felt like I was going to cum at the next touch of my clit. I got up and straddled his dick.

"Here's your second dick, slut," X said, as I slid on top of it. It felt thrilling to be fucking another guy, to have two men there, to let myself be abandoned to the pleasure. "Fuck me hard," X said as I bounced up and down on him, "harder."

I felt Paul's hand on my ass; he tipped it up. "Okay," he said. "Now this whore's going to see what it's like to have two dicks in her."

Paul

I put the vibrator down because I was getting too heated up, and then the stranger walked in. He was tall and blond and big, not at all skinny, but not fat either. He came over to the bed and looked me over. I was so hot from the vibrator, all my nervousness had dissipated. He began undressing, taking his pants off first, and then his shirt. All he said was, "My name is Paul."

He came over to the bed and his dick was half hard. "Suck me," he said. His dick was bigger than average and somewhat thick. He kneeled on the bed and like a good little slut, I obeyed him, and put his cock in my mouth and let him fuck me that way until he was hard. He then pushed me back on the bed and told me he was going to fuck me. I felt my nerves all tingle and my pussy contract, thinking about having sex with this total stranger. "You really are a fucking whore," he said. His dick was pointed on my pussy. He pushed inside me and it felt so good and I felt so slutty. "Laying here waiting for any man to walk in that door and fuck you. And you're enjoying it, too? Aren't you?" I told him I was. I felt like I could come at any second, but I didn't want to.

"How hot is your pussy, whore?" he asked. "Hot," I said. "I couldn't hear you," he said. "Say it louder." "Hot," I yelled.

He pulled his cock out and rolled me over. He reached for the lubricant and began putting it liberally all over my asshole. I was squirming, wanting to be fucked some more. I knew he was going to fuck me in the ass, but I was ready for it. At first I felt his fingers plunge in my ass and his other hand playing with my clit, then I felt his dick positioned to go in my ass. At first it didn't hurt at all. He went in a little deeper and I felt pangs then real pain. "Stop," I said. "It hurts too much." He laid on top of me and held my arms in front of my head. He pushed deeper and it still hurt but in an intoxicating way. I was crying and moaning and feeling him pump my ass. I felt hot and feverish. "Yes," he kept saying, "Yes."

Threesome Manifest Destiny

I got to the hotel a little early, so I could have a couple of glasses of wine to relax. I was very nervous and felt more nervous than sexy. I kept checking my watch, and then at 5pm, I went up to the designated room.

The door was open, and I walked in to an amazing room. Oh, it was a standard hotel room, but X had put candles all over the place. I was sure this must be a violation of the fire code, but I guess no one would know as long as we didn't burn the place down. There were also bottles of water chilling in a bucket, and a couple of bottles of wine. On the table by the bed were rills of condoms and tubes of lubricant, and a note telling me to get undressed and to wait.

I went to the bathroom and took off my clothes and hung them on the back of the bathroom door, everything except my ruby thigh high stockings and my black stiletto heels. I went back in the bedroom and laid on the bed. I then noticed there was a vibrator on the table with another note, "Use this but don't come." That was easier said than done with a vibrator.

I laid back on the bed with my legs open and turned on the vibrator. It immediately started working on my clit and within seconds I was in the mood to fuck whoever walked through the door.

Plans for a Pre-Fuck

X decided he wants to fuck me alone before we have the threesome, which has been confirmed for Thursday. I am looking forward to this, but he is still deciding on a place to do it. He is thinking about a parked car but has not decided where to park the car. He also has a boat in a slip on the Sound, but he says I'm not enough of a slut yet to warrant being on his boat. There are several deserted areas around which he is also contemplating, and the weather is getting warm, so fucking outside would be no problem, as long as we don't get caught.

He wants me to wear a sheer see-through dress with no panties or bra, so that he can see my pussy and tits right through the garment. I have a white frock that fits the bill. After he fucks me, he wants to take me somewhere where men can look at me in my see-through dress. Obviously, a bar is not a good idea because we risk arrest.

X just emailed me. He is thinking about a marina that is closed at night. There is a guard, but X wants me to bribe him in my white see-through dress with money and a blow job. I have to think about it. I haven't agreed to this yet, though it sounds obscenely hot.

Passing Snuff

X called me when I got home, and told me I would do fine for his uses and his friend's. He warned me that his friend particularly liked fucking women in the ass, so my ass had better be ready for it. X said that if I started screaming that it hurt too much and told his friend to stop, his friend would not. His friend wasn't interested in how much pain it caused me. He was going to drill himself deep in my ass no matter how much I cried and screamed. X later sent me an email confirming this. He said he didn't want to hear me yelling rape about anything that was going to transpire.

In truth, I've never had successful anal sex, and this worries me a little, but I want it so much. Every time I've tried it, the man has been able to put the head of his penis in, but go no further because it has always hurt too much. Strangely, I wanted to share my first real experience of successful anal sex with someone special, but now it seems very hot to turn my ass over to a stranger who is intent on getting the job done.

Meanwhile, X wants to move the event to Tuesday. The sooner the better in his mind.

The Audition Strip

X got worried that I might not look good with my clothes off, and if I didn't, the third party might walk out on me. Knowing that I look good with my clothes off, I wasn't really worried, but I did find the idea of stripping as a form of an audition humiliating. X said it could be hot. I was actually pissed off, but I agreed to meet him at the bar. I was to order one drink, then go in the women's bathroom (one room, no stalls, and few if any women at this bar), take my clothes off, and wait for him to knock.

When I got to the bar, X was sitting at the first table in his suit, appearing to do paper work. I went to the bar and ordered a Chardonnay, which I drank quickly, then I went to the bathroom. I was wearing a dress with a low v neck and a front zipper, so it was easy to slip off. I had not worn a bra or panties, just thigh highs. I hung the dress on a hook on the back of the door and leaned against the sink wearing thigh highs and heels. It seemed like forever before I heard the light knock, and I opened the door.

X, dressed in his suit, looked at me, eyeing me up and down. "You could stand to lose a few pounds," he said. I started to reach for my dress. He laughed. "Don't get upset. It's not the end of the world. Here. Open your legs." I did as I was told and he took two fingers and put them up my cunt. It felt exhilarating. My anger dissipated and I started getting wet and moaning quietly. I wanted him to fuck me so bad, but he hadn't even taken his cock out of his pants. Suddenly he shoved five fingers up my pussy, and I felt like I was going to cum.

"Turn around," he said. "Lean against the sink." I turned around, keeping my legs apart, so that my ass was tilted up. He took three fingers, wet them on my pussy, then slowly began fingering me in the ass. It hurt a little and I felt that hot flush that comes when someone plays with your ass. He kept pushing his fingers in and out, and I felt light-headed, like I needed to be fucked so badly.

"Fuck me," I said. "Please fuck me. I can't stand it."

"Lean over the sink so you can use your hands to masturbate, " he said. I wanted him to ram his cock inside me, but then, I got hot at the idea of masturbating in front of him. I worked my clit good as he kept thrusting his fingers in my ass. Suddenly I could feel the waves coming, and I started cumming and cumming.

"Now get on your knees and suck my cock," he said after I stopped shuttering. I did as he said, though the tiles on my knees were not comfortable. He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. It was already hard. He grabbed my hair and made me start sucking him off. "You little fucking whore," he said, "suck this cock for me and then I'm going to come all over your face." His cock tasted clean and slightly of talcum powder. He made me lick and suck him until his cock was engorged, then he took it out of my mouth and started cumming in my mouth and on my face. "Take it, slut. Take it. Open your mouth. Let me see my cum on your tongue."

He wiped himself with a piece of toilet paper, zipped his pants and walked out the bathroom. I washed my face and put my dress back on, and when I went out to the bar, he was sitting at the first table with his papers. He looked at me and smiled faintly, as if to smile at a stranger.

Waiting to be Used

X has found the third party for the threesome. X said he is very excited about the prospect and is going to fuck me in my mouth, cunt, and ass. Truth is, I have never been succesfully fucked in the ass, but I really want it now. For a long time I didn't.We have tentatively chosen next Thursday for this to happen. X wants to do it sooner, so we can go on to other things.

After we have the threesome, X really wants to put me through a treasure hunt where I am the treasure. First, I get in a car with a man and let him fondle me and finger fuck me. Then I go to a bar and pick up a guy of X's choosing and give him a blow job, then we would go over to a woman's house and X would fuck her as I licked his dick and her pussy as they did it. These are examples. I wouldn't know exactly what would happen until it happened.

The Boyfriend

I've just spent the last 24 hours with the boyfriend, and we had such an excellent time, the feelings of guilt came up again. The what am I doing thing??? Planning a threesome with a total stranger and a relative stranger that's supposed to happen next week. X would like it to happen this week, but it is not a good time of the month.

Meanwhile, X was emailing me wondering where I was and called me at the boyfriend's. I didn't hear my cellphone, though, so I didn't answer it.

Guilt or not, the idea still makes me hot, hot, hot...

False Naivete

I realize there is a lot in these posts to suggest I've never ventured beyond missionary position, but that wouldn't exactly be true. I haven't had a threesome, and I haven't done any of the things that X and I talked about. That said, when I was much younger (somewhere between college and grad school), I worked as a professional dominatrix, but I was the dominatrix and there was no fucking or sucking. The little worms were there to please me, not the other way around, and that's what they paid me for--to be humilated and offer me pleasure.

My then-husband was a freak who tried to turn me into a submissive. I had no problem with being a submissive because I'm basically lazy, and truth be told, being a dom is a whole lot of work. It's like dancing. It's a lot tougher if you have to lead; moreover, your dance partner has to cooperate and let you lead. Being a dom is no easy task. You can't just grap a crop or whip and expect the submissive to do what you want; you have to make them want it. My then-husband was a dramatic, failure of a dominant, so I started doing it professionally as revenge. It wasn't that I minded being submissive, it's that I minded being submissive to him.

But yet the agreement I'm entering into with X is that of the submissive. He basically wants a moderate (?) version of The Story of O. Though I'm very into some of the ideas he comes up with, I do realize he doesn't entirely understand the mind of a submissive, and there are times I want to say, "Do you want me to show you how to do this?" For example, we had decided on the hotel thing, which has already gone through a few changes. Then today he wanted to first start by me getting in a car with someone who was to fondle my tits and finger fuck me, then I would be given instructions to do something else, of which I had no knowledge.

I emailed him back and basically said. "You can't do that. You can't play switch up with a new submissive. You have to earn their trust first." I tried to do it in a way that didn't undermine his domination, but I'm not sure if I succeeded.

On a side note, I got outed at the bar today. X and I didn't know each others' names, and we intended to keep it that way. Evidently someone at the bar wanted to know who I was and made the bartender go through the receipts. Like a fool, I paid with plastic. Someone saw us talking outside the bar after we left, and today, when he went in, someone asked him, "How is Mercedes?" He thought I had told someone my name, and I said no and that I was very freaked out about being outed.

Girl with Vibrator

X wanted to know what filthy acts I'd committed in the past. I told him that once, at a party, I'd let a woman tie me up and get me off with a vibrator. While she had me tied up, several people used their hands on me, too, rubbing my clit and finger fucking me as at least twenty people watched on. Another time I fucked someone in a car on 157th Street in Manhattan. It was early morning and light, and though there weren't many people on the street, anyone who was could easily see us, me with my dress up and Y pumping me good. Those were the only two things I told him.

He likes that I've got an exhibitionist streak. He wants to take me to a bar, dressed trampy, and have me flash some cunt and tit but with no intention. Do it like it is an accident.

I am hot to go through with our plan for next week. So far, the details are as follows: I will wait in the hotel room, nude, except for thigh highs and heels, legs apart, waiting for his friend to come use me. X will be waiting at the bar. He'll have a drink and then come up. He wants me to be loud when I'm fucking his friend, so that when he walks down the hallway, he can hear me. When he fucks me, he just wants me to talk filthy. We haven't gotten any further than that in the planning, but then, maybe we won't plan any more than that.

Threesome Dreams

X and I have been emailing as usual, but now it is different because we have actually seen each other. He is quite handsome but clearly deviant. His fantasy is to whore me out. My fantasy is to experience a threesome, but the idea of being whored out is hot as well. (It occurs to me that I wouldn't mind making a living that way, but perhaps that's a business for the twenty-somethings.) At any rate, our fantasies can easily work together. He will pick the man or men I will be with in my threesome, fulfilling his fantasy of whoring me out and my fantasy of a threesome.

We are now working on the details of exactly how things will work. Will I be with two men and then him afterward? Or one man and then he will join. And I don't know exactly where X will be when I'm having sex with the other man/men. I get the feeling he doesn't want to watch, but still wants me to tell him every detail while he's fucking me.

I just got another email from X. He wants me to fuck his friend, just one-on-one, and then X wants to come in to complete the threesome.

Meeting Mr. X

So I went to the divish bar near the commuter railroad station and saw Mr. X immediately upon entering. He was sitting at the first table wearing a suit, doing paper work. I knew immediately who he was. I sat at the bar and had a Chardonnay. In truth, I didn't stay long. I didn't think I was supposed to, so I finished the wine and left.

X called me as soon as I got home and said he didn't even have a chance to make eye contact, so I told him I'd go back since it wasn't far from my house. The next time we made eye contact, but other guys in the bar were hitting on me and buying me drinks. Still, we had a couple of glipses and eye to eye contact. I couldn't help but smile because it was so delicious.

When I left, the second time, he was on the sidewalk and came to my car to talk. He evidently liked what he saw, and we chatted. He said he had a deviant mind. No shit. But we admitted it had been fun in the bar, and I told him I had been hesitant to meet him because the email exhanges had been so fun and sexy, I hated to lose that if everything else went wrong. Evidently they didn't. He said, "I'll shoot you an email tomorrow." I said, "That sounds so dirty, and he laughed.

Rendez Vous with Stranger

I don't have much time to write, so I will just quickly say that I am going to meet X at 7pm at a local bar, a bit of a dive actually, by the commuter train station.

We are not going to speak. We're just going to look at each other and if we like what we see or feel attraction, then we'll get together for sex with no conversation.

I have to say, this is terribly nerve-wracking. What if he isn't interested in me? If I'm not interested in him, that's different, but I'd hate to be rejected concerning this sort of thing. He is younger than I, and he knows it, but still...

Sugasm #80

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Porn and Erotica and Threesomes

I have been reading erotic blogs a lot of the morning instead of doing what I'm supposed to be doing. I have a lot of paperwork to get done and some calls to make. At any rate, it occurred to me while reading other blogs that I don't write erotica. No, what I write is basically porn, perhaps soft porn, but not that soft, and porn nonetheless. I'm not sure if this is good or bad, probably bad.

What distinguishes porn from erotica? Porn lacks details. Erotica is full of them. But I'm scared of details because it threatens my anonymity. Really, I started this site as an alternative to a journal. I was afraid someone would find the journal no matter where I hid it. Also, there was that chance that I would accidently leave it lying around. So I thought where's the best place to keep a sex journal that no one would ever read? Then I thought--why the www.

It was that Edgar Allen Poe "Purloined Letter" thing--the best place to hide something is out in the open. Now, of course, I'm wishing I had readers although I don't know why. This journal was supposed to be entirely about me, for me, and only me, where I didn't have to worry about being too smutty or not writing beautifully enough because that is the kind of thing that stifles what it is I need to say.

Meanwhile X and I continue to email furiously although this is not a good time of the month. Additionally I get more offers from men who want to fulfull my fantasy of a threesome. Now there are three sets of men. I am getting over my guilt, but this is going to be a hard week, and I don't see how I'm going to fit anything but regular sex into it.

Guilt and Betrayal

After spending the weekend with my novio, I'm feeling very guilty. Not about thinking all the things I'm thinking, but for actually doing them, or attempting to do them.

X has become relentless with meeting up. He wanted to meet up yesterday and then today. Now I'm confused and don't know what to do.

Gang Bang

X is planning the future. He wants to pick out 3 men to gang bang me in a hotel room, but he doesn't plan to watch. This thought is both hot and luscious. I can only imagine having every orifice of my body filled with a cock. Now all I can think about is someone pumping me in the ass while someone else fucks my pussy while I suck on the third cock. I try to imagine an orgasm with two cocks inside me. X wants me to be thoroughly used.

Afterward, he wants to fuck me, and while he drills himself into me, he wants me to tell him every detail of my gang bang adventure. He will, of course, call me a filthy whore and slut, which is what I'll deserve.

This is definitely, however, a scenario for later down the road.

Planning the Sexual Mise-en-Scene

X and I continue to send XXX-rated emails to each other, and today he called. We are still deciding how we will meet each other. We discussed whether we should meet for drinks first or go for our hotel plan. We are probably going to the Doubletree Hotel because it is close by. We will meet by having sex. I will just wait for him on the bed, nude, except for thigh highs and heels with my legs spread. When he comes in, he won't even talk to me except to call me things like "filthy slut" and "whore." He'll fuck me, make me suck his cock, and just use me.

Erotica in the Evening

So for reasons of my own, I had to put X off for this evening.

Still, we are both very hot for the idea of meeting in a hotel room. The concept of having sex with a total stranger is making us both crazy. Then afterward, he said he'd order room service, and when the guy came in, I'd still be lying on the bed nude.

But again, is this going to happen? Or is this purely cyber sex?

More Mr. X

So X is back to emailing again. The question is, is he for real? Or just a cyber lover?

Even though we've never met, and maybe because we've never met--he wants to get a hotel room this evening and have me wait there for him with nothing on but thigh highs and high heels. Then when he comes in, we wouldn't even talk. We'd just have sex. Complete strangers.

Disappointment

So X changed his mind at the last minute. He was annoyed that I wouldn't reveal any details about my life. I didn't want him to know anything about me, and in turn, I didn't want to know anything about him. He was afraid I wouldn't be discreet, or maybe he just chickened out.

I have 2 separate pairs of guys who are interested in a menage a trois, however, mfm. I don't have the connection to them that I had to X, but I think they are serious. I can't get the thought of fucking two men at once out of my mind. Even the idea of someone watching me have sex is titillating. I masturbate 3 or 4 times a day fantaszing about it.

I have always wanted to sleep with two men, but I never thought I'd actually have the nerve. I don't know why I am more bold about it now; or, at least I think I am. I'm going to suggest a meeting with each pair to talk, but who knows? If the talk goes well, something could happen at our first meeting. I think, in a waym I would prefer that. I want the act shrouded in anonymity; on the other hand, I can't say I necessarily want it to be a one-shot deal, but then I should see if I really like it. It's possible that the reality won't be all that great, and, of course, who do I have to talk to about it? Exactly. No one. I haven't even told my best friend what I am up to

Sex with a Stranger

X wants me to wear a skirt and blouse, no bra, no panties, and thigh high stocks. He also wanted me to shave, so I went to the drugstore this morning and bought bikini wax.

It is a beautiful sunny, spring day, and I thought about the sexual adventures that were ahead, and I didn't feel scared. I felt excited. I was thinking, "Why shouldn't I experience various forms of ecstasy?"

I hope this doesn't turn into a big disappointment.

Mr. X

So X and I emailed each other throughout the day. I also let him know that I was older than he, but he doesn't seem to care.

He wanted to know if I'd had young cock before, and I told him I had, a guy who was 24. He wanted to know if I ever slept with his friends while he watched on. I told him, no, but that I probably would have. X then wanted to know if I would fuck his friends. I said one or two, if I trusted him, and I could be sure it was going to be discreet. After all, my goal is a threesome, to sleep with two men at once. X is 37.

I'm afraid of being disappointed tomorrow, but for some reason, I don't think I will be. I wonder how far things will go tomorrow night.

Threesome Troika Menage a Trois

I have a boyfriend, but I have to say, I'm just not getting enough sex. I talked to him about it, but I don't think he thought I was serious. So I posted the following ad on one of the smuttier "dating" (if you can call it that) sites:


I'm looking for erotic diversion with either two straight men, a man and woman, or possible gang bang. I really want to fuck 2 men. I want them to alternate, with one watching, and then have them both fuck me at the same time. I really don't know if I have the nerve, though. One minute I think I can live the fantasy and the next minute, I'm totally against the idea.


I posted the ad last month and got quite a few responses, but then I got scared and dropped correspondence with my prospects. One guy, however, kind of caught my interest, though. He had wanted to meet me at a local bar wearing thigh high stockings and no underwear. Just the idea of meeting a stranger for no other reason than to fuck really turned me on. But I got scared and changed my mind about meeting him.

Today I emailed him again. At first, he thought I was just a pretender, but finally he realized I was serious about getting together. He wanted to meet me this evening at 5pm, but I had other obligations, so I am meeting him on Wednesday at 5pm at a local bar.

My mind is going wild with fantasies. I really don't want to know anything about him. I just call him X, but I really want him to take me out in his car and fuck me in a deserted area of the commuter train station parking lot. Then from there, we can go on to really erotic adventures.

I'm going shopping tomorrow to find something really sexy to wear.