Vive Le Dirty Weekend Part 1
My man and I are off to Paris with a suitcase full of sex toys.
It’s always feels a bit naughty to have the day off when most people are at work, you feel like you’re skiving. The day was sunny and my suitcase was crammed with exotic lingerie and a few toys. My man and I were catching the Eurostar from London to Paris. Is it just my dirty mind, or does Paris equate with sexiness too?
My fella hadn’t a clue there were sex toys in my wheeled suitcase otherwise he would have stressed about customs. I’d already decided to deal with it (in the unlikely event that I had to open it to answer questions about my silicone & battery operated toys.) Also, I wanted to surprise him. I planned to morph into a vixen of pleasure, perhaps to ravish him once we arrived at our hotel room. I like to initiate sex and my fella never complains.
Throughout our train journey I was reading erotica on my kindle so that I’d be in the right frame of mind …
I’m reading about dripping pussies and being taken roughly in the shower, which makes me eager to get to our hotel room. Once outside the station we take a few photos on the bustling streets, my top artfully slips off my shoulder revealing a scalloped red bra strap. We set off using Google maps as our guide. My man’s identified the hotel as a short walk, but the June sun is beating down, my silky thong is chafing my already engorged pussy lips — I want to BE there already…
We are a bit giggly when we check in, trying to say things in French (we are embarrassingly bad) because I’ve been told the locals appreciate you trying. The receptionist tells us we’ve been upgraded, our accommodation is a pretty room with a Juliette balcony (so Parisian!) and a huge bed; I’m delighted. Fella lies on the bed with his eyes closed, waiting for the fancy coffee machine to brew him a cup. I disappear into the spacious bathroom to peel off my tight jeans and loose top.
I emerge wearing only a cranberry coloured bra and thong set he bought me last Christmas and his eyebrows shoot up.
“See anything you like?” I tease.
I’m standing in front of him, knowing there’s a mirror on the wall behind me, so he has a GREAT view! He crooks his finger to beckon me over and I move confidently towards him on tiptoes.
“I saw these earlier,” he tells me cupping the orbs of my breasts and tracing his fingers around the outsides and down the cleavage. “Each time you bent forward to operate the pulling handle on your little case.”
“So that’s your excuse for not being gallant and offering to help with my luggage?”
I try to scold, but I feel thrilled that he’s been ogling my boobs. His trailing fingers make my pulse pick up and my nipples pucker to hard buds. He nuzzles his head between my breasts a little before beginning to trail kisses down my stomach, I glory in the worship he’s showing my body.
“What have we here?” his deep voice contains a hint of trouble, “someone’s very wet.”
He rubs at the triangle of the thong, already darkened by my arousal, before probing at the satin and lace, pushing it between my lips and stimulating my clit. I pulse and throb deliciously with both his attentions and his scolding.
“I’m sorry, I can’t help myself. Is it wrong?”
“It is very slutty behaviour. Maybe a spanking will teach you a lesson.”
His voice is gravelly with lust, and suddenly my legs feel weak. He applies a little pressure to my back and I allow myself to tip over onto his lap. I’m aware of the rough fabric of his jeans against my bare skin, I have a view of my own voluptuous cleavage — my thudding pulse is making my breasts quiver.
At first he strokes around the shape of my bum almost reverently, but his cupping becomes firmer. He lifts and separates the cheeks with the pressure of his hand, making a figure 8 with his stroking which has me tingling with anticipation and warmth …Spank!
Even though I knew it was coming it shocks me. I bite my lip, swallow and … Spank! One on the other cheek. The teasing and stroking continues while I try to breathe normally …Spank! The blows keep falling, but each is a surprise, being interspersed with the stroking and probing he’s doing all around my backside.
I can hardly keep still, my entire bum is heating up, my fleshy globes must be rosy by now because they’re smarting and a little sore but my pussy’s positively pulsing! My lips are swollen. I’m slippery wet and yearning to be plundered roughly, now my pleasure/pain receptors have been spanked into alertness.
Combined with his stroking my fella keeps pulling my cheeks apart to let his roaming hands rub past my puckered anal whorl. Now it’s throbbing to be explored. Dragging at the elastic of my thong makes the fabric bury itself between my sloppy cunt lips while his probing fingers spread my wetness around the sensitive button of my clit, past my hungry pussy and towards my arse.
“Please,” I groan it very quietly; perhaps he doesn’t hear me, it slipped past my self control.
His large hands continue to rub, stroke, pinch and smear building the yearning inside me.
“Please,” I say again. I’m afraid to break the spell of desire he’s building in me, but I need more.
“Please what slut?” His voice is cold. “Please punish you more? Harder?”
He punctuates these questions with the two biggest spanks he’s delivered so far.
“Thank you sir!” I yelp. “Please use me.”
My cheeks are heating with shame, yet my excitement awakes. He flips me on my back on the bed, with my legs draped off the side, almost touching the floor. He drags my soaking panties off my legs, bringing them to his nose theatrically, breathing in the aroma of my juices. I watch him stretch his tongue to taste my honey from the fabric, before he flings them aside. He unbuckles his jeans, stepping out of them and his pants.
“You have been a dirty, lust-filled girl,” he tells me, gazing at my near-naked body and stroking his erection slowly, with purpose.
He parts my thighs and positions his throbbing cock at the centre of my hot spot then, taking most of his weight on his arms, he rams himself home in one thrust.
“God, you’re so juicy and hot, so tight around me.”
He does not move and neither do I, for I’m his to command. I’m aware my pussy is hot and pulsing, so I clench my pelvic floor muscles to massage his cock rhythmically. Looking deep into my eyes he drags his pelvis back. I could sob with loss as he withdraws almost to the tip, before stabbing back into me again. My stomach swoops, loving the rough friction of his meaty thrusts. I pull him into me my fingers, like claws, dig into his taut buttocks. I try a little circular wiggle which brings friction to my clit.
I’m so highly aroused now, it’s like teetering on a knife edge where the ‘fall’ will be my climax.
“Be still,” he rasps, and drags himself clear of my pussy, his rod glistening and slick with juices.
“Now suck!” he commands, settling his weight back on his feet. His cock stands proud in front of him. I slither to the bed’s edge, then onto my knees on the hotel carpet.
I open my mouth wide and sink my lips as far onto him as I can. I relax my throat and feel his cock touch somewhere at the back. The trick is not to think about that, about how long it is or how far it’s gone down my throat. My lips fasten round his cock’s girth and I close my eyes and rock my head back and forth. My hands are gripping his hips for balance, my lips and tongue create the suction.
I can recognise the sweet, tangy flavour of my pussy, I smell my juices as I bury my nose in his pubes. I’m so aroused that I want to swallow his length, to feel it deep within my throat, to suck him till he cums and swallow his thick white emissions too. He’s getting close, I can tell by his grunts, thrusts and the taut feeling of his buttocks, but my man is setting the pace.
“Touch yourself baby, I want you to cum too.”
I hardly need telling twice — I let go of his hips and both hands go straight to my pussy. I rub and circle at the pearl of pleasure which is my clit, while using two curled fingers from my other hand to plunder the depths of my cunt.
“Frig yourself, that’s it… Cum with me.”
Letting my mouth be fucked, I grind on the fingers buried in my cleft, until I feel his semen begin to spurt. Soon after I start to pulse and clench with my own climax, my stomach muscles in spasm as I cum. My whole core twitches as the pleasure spreads throughout me. I have enough presence of mind to swallow most of his emissions, but my chin is a mess of drool, cum and smears of my own pussy juices.
We breathe heavily, his cock reduces its engorgement until it reverts to its usual state, and we both return to our normal selves, no longer dirty slut girl and stern master. In all practicality, I feel dirty, so it’s time to get showered. I stand up and flounce to the bathroom, where the fluffy towels, copious hot water and miniature grooming products will help restore me to my sightseeing, daytime self.
Adventure to be continued …
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