Like I said, we had some friends over the night before we left to get the little kids.
Have I made the post yet about meeting people here in Houston? I know I had thought about it, but pretty often what I think of never makes it out of my head. Anyway, long story short, it’s been pretty surreal to meet people that I’ve been fet-friends with for years. Houston has a pretty large kinky community and I hadn’t even realized how many people I ‘knew’ from online lived in Houston. The neat thing about it though, is I kind of feel like I moved into a place of ready-made friends. At least, that was the case once I let (made) myself open to accepting friends.
It wasn’t planned, this impromptu friends invite. It just struck me to put it out there. We’d had a few days of socializing, which is out of the norm for us anyway, and for some reason I just didn’t want it to end. Hanging around kinky people makes us both feel more kinky. We need that so so much these days, that little extra push. I was trying to keep it and he was, too.
So! We invited some friends over.
A lot of the details, unfortunately, are hazy. Partly because I had too much rum that night (ooops. I broke the Rule o’ Kink. Spank me.) and partly because it was almost 3 weeks ago and I do good to remember what happened yesterday, not what happened last week- or worse, 3 weeks ago.
But there was a girl, a delightfully kinky girl. She’s depraved and nasty and dirty and pretty hardcore… so naturally I wanted to toss her right into M’s path. :D
Wha…? I’m still looking for that butt double!
There was nothing specific planned, like I said. Heck, I didn’t even know if she’d come over, or if she’d be willing, or if HE’D be willing. He’s all about the energy and the mood and the timing- meaning, if he ain’t in the mood or he isn’t feeling the energy, we’d have done nothing more than sit on the couch and chit chat. Which would have been fine, too, I guess, but I’m glad it went the other way all the same.
I don’t even remember how it all started. In the bathroom, I think, when I had to pee and M insisted on not only letting them be the audience but in pissing on me at the same time. Of course then he needed his dick cleaned and since I was busy cleaning up my own self, she was nominated (voluntold? volunteered? all of the above) to help him. Next thing I know, I can hear some slapping and I wisely stepped far far away before he remembered I was there. Haha.
It’s funny, sometimes, when I watch him with other girls, how often I want to intervene, to tell him to be nice or slow down or not hit so hard. I get weird about explicit consent or someone feeling violated or whatever (thanks Fet!)
And I don’t even know that he was slapping her all that hard, but it sounded hard.
Anyway, she didn’t try to run away so that was a good sign. ;)
The middle bit is pretty blurry, but I know there was lots of sucking and at some point I’d been dispatched to fetch dildos. I was fucking her with them while she was sucking him. Fortunately for me I was out of his reach but she wasn’t and I think maybe her nipples took a beating. He does like to pinch them fuckers while he’s getting sucked. It amuses him, I think, to make me (her) (whoever) keep sucking so pleasantly while we wonder if our nips will still be there when we’re done.
That’s not an easy task, in case you were wondering. The instinct is to bite down and grit my teeth, because it fucking hurts. At least, that’s my instinct anyway. Grr.
He (we? me? her? I have no idea) then decided he needed his blow up doll to shut the fuck up and prop her ass in the air while he watched some porn- which is his absolute fav-o-rite way to fuck, hand’s down, no contest. So under the desk she went
More blur. Tra la la.
He fucked her in the ass, that much I remember. I think she squealed. I know she pulled away because he yelled at me to hold her up.
I’m pretty sure I didn’t do that. I was busy DP’ing her with the dildo. Besides, he can hold his own slut up, dontcha think? :)
She finished him off with her mouth, greedy little piggy that she is.
All in all, he says she’s got to work on her form under the desk (blow up piggies don’t talk or move or turn around), and them teeth… grrrl… unhinge that jaw!
His final thought is that she’s a decent piece of piggy fuckmeat.
That’s high praise around here. ;)