Why am I awake at 2:25 in the morning, thinking about how great this would feel, how hot it is for a man to want every part of you he will fuck your ass with his tongue? Ever since I let the Shark hit my tightest space, it has been pervading my sexual mind.

This night though, I had the urge to fuck you in the ass. You let me slide my finger in, I hooked it upward to hit your man spot, your cock thumped rock solid when I did. I was gentle—rocking my finger up into you. Sheepishly you ask me, “next time we see each other, if there is to be a next time, will you fuck me in the ass with a strap on.” My notorious big ol’ vixen smile floods my face. Of course I will. I would love to have the honor of fucking you. The idea gets me so excited, that I want to fuck again right now.

I reverse myself and climb aboard your cock, lowering my pussy around the tip, teasing, as I rise back up. Grabbing your balls in my hand, as I again, sink on to your beam. Leaning back my pussy takes you in. Then it hits me. Lifting your balls, up into my wetness, I let a drop saliva fall from my lips and land on your ass right below the balls I am cupping. With my index finger I being to run my fingertip around the edge of your star mixing with my saliva. I continue to ride your frame, the rise and fall of my ebb and flow on top of your cock, here then gone. My view is extraordinary. Watching the disappearing act of your dick into my pussy, while tenderly fingering your hole. I let another drop of spit stream through the air and hit the spot, I massages it in, and then my fingertip slips, then the knuckle is gone, then the whole finger. I am fucking your tightest space while you fuck me, and I am watching the whole thing.

I stay slow with my finger work, but you know how insatiable my cunt can be, she happens to be now grinding on your extremely hard shaft, which is filling me nicely. You indicate that you are ready to blow– “oh yeah, oh yeah, fucking hell.” As I rise up on your dick I clinch with my strong muscle and pull and squeeze you, holding momentarily at the top, then bam–back down, my finger deep into your space, really hitting your spot. Giving a few more push and pulls on your cock, I feel you clinch, your tightening, the wave of a body twitch comes over you as you thrust upward and deep into me. Giving one more nice tug with my lost finger you cum so hard that it triggers me to lose mine too. My pussy pulsating around your shaft, draining every drop, every inch. I want all of you. Melting onto your diminishing cock my pussy floods us. I slowly sway off of you, fluids mixed lubricating my digit that is still lost, as I slowly pull it out more pearly white trickles from your tip. I gently release my finger and look you in the eyes again. My smile almost as big as yours.

originally posted on  3/15/09

The day I took these pictures, I had arranged a date with the east coast Great White Shark; to attended Bombshell Betty’s Burlesque Show. A Burlesque show, what a perfect occasion to wear my pink wig and barely there intricate net stockings.

We arranged to meet at the library when I got off. I change into my wig and fishnets for my last hour at the Reference Desk. So fun! Lot’s of crazy attention. My crush from the forth floor was hooked, glued to the desk, I had to actually tell him to leave and go get back to work. Hooked like lead. Magical wig, I love you. I was really behaving like a library vixen, at the library, I felt naughty and sexy behind the reference desk.

I have to confess, I was in a true vixen mindset, which may not have been the best mindset to be in with a shark. I was willful, full of spice, not wanting to be taken. I wanted to fuck, rather than be fucked. But, when he pulled up, I softened a bit seeing his smile and that cocky attitude. He gave me that, what the fuck are wearing look, I gave him a kiss on the cheek and jumped into his truck. He, still a bit dazed by the look, but pleased, lifted my skirt

“what are you wearing under there?”

I let him lift the skirt, his head lowered a bit as I raised my ass a little, his hand slid in and grabbed my tuft of soul patch popping between the thick threads of fishnet between my thighs and gave it a nice firm tug. I raise my brow and shot my vixen smile his way and we hit the road.

We parked then slowly walked to the theater. Stopping in a darkened doorway, he reaches up, pinch twists my nipple exceptionally hard. Tingle. Pulling me by my skirt, closer to his body, leaning into my ear he low growls,

“grab my cock sexy bitch– harder.”

As my grip tightens around his shaft, it fills my palm and beyond.

“Look at the front of your skirt, can the people walking by tell I am lifting it up?”

I look down as he lifts up, not even hearing my answer, he lays rapid succession of firm beats to my fishnetted bare ass. It stings, but is almost instantly cooled by the night air. We fuck around in the dark doorway, like adult children, until closer to show time, then hit the theater.

Having a few minutes to talk, he admits to wanting to stare at all the beautiful women, of course who all dressed fabulously, we all look good, vintage, burlesque.

“Please do,”

It is a burlesque show, right? We begin to fantasize; plot and scan about who we would like to come home with us and how we could go about making it happen. It’s all good clean dirty fun talk. I’m feeling comfortable, so let it slip to him that he was not actually my first date choice. I see a hurt look flash over him. I explain why—

“I really want to squish someone, I want to fuck the shit someone, you know– not the other way around.”

He looks at me with that devil glimpse, and says;

“no worries honey, but you’ll pay, I’ll get you back,” as his index finger slides under a few strands of netting– pulling the stocking up and off my thigh then letting it snap back. I got wet by the move.

We watch the show, half naked girls, revealed and concealed simultaneously, live 30s/40s style jazz music, I develop a quickie crush on the drummer. The Shark and I joke about how I would probably leave that boy smashed to the mattress, in recovery for days. The Shark seems to be having a good time, enjoying himself—the women, the tits, the possibilities, who wouldn’t have a good time.

When the show ends we mill about talking, checking out the girls, stalking in stockings.

We get back to his ride, and he asks me where my car is, I tell him and he begins to drive me there. I am a bit surprised, because after all the talk and tits, I was ready for cream filling. We get close to the street where my car is parked and he drives right past, then pulls down one of SF’s notorious little alley streets. Parks and demands my lips around his cock. Instantaneously spontaneous. Hot. I am more than willing to oblige, like a good little cock worshiper, but he is greedy, he tells me forcefully

“no hands slut, just mouth.”

Oh! That hurts, because his cock feels so damn good in my hands. I begin to work my mouth, he impales me, keeps my head down, like a brute. I am gagging. My pussy is pounding, begging, it wants cock too. Mindful pussy.

Gripping and tangling his hands into the back of my hair he pulls me off.

“Get your ass in the air, now! let me see it.”

I do not hesitate; I now want to be fucked. Roughly he hikes the skirt. Pulling me in.

“So you like these tights don’t ya?”

I nod—

“well too bad, I told you I would get you back.”

His finger plunge into my cunt through the apertures of design, pulling them back out, he brings the netting with them, as he rips apart the stockings from my ass. I am crushed and soaked.

Palming my pussy—

“what do you want?”

slap!

“what do you want?”

Panting from the sting, dazed, I stammer

“I want your cock, I want your cock deep the fuck inside me.”

Like the Shark he is, he pulls me back violently and plunges his cock in deep as possible on his first thrust.

“Now what do you say?”

I honestly do not know what to say, my cunt still throbbing from his abrupt penatration, I shake my head dumbfounded and mumble quizzically

“thank you?”

“Very good you sexy little whore, now say–thank you for putting your dick in me.”

I think to my self, oh my gosh, yeah okay–because his cock is fucking fabulous and I am grateful for the grand stuffing he is giving me, I say it.

“Thank you for putting your dick in me.”

“That’s right don’t stop, I didn’t tell you to stop”

“Thank you for putting your dick in me–Thank you for putting your dick in me—Thank you for putting your dick in me–Thank you for putting your dick in me…”

He was thoroughly plundering my pussy, I was dripping around his dick. Gasping, panting like an animal, like my other woman, in that voice I don’t recognize as my own

“Thank you for putting your dick in me— Thank you for putting your dick in me…”

He ordered me to pull my ass down further. The new angle was striking every chord, I am melting on his throb, singing praises;

“Thank you for putting your dick in me— Thank you for putting your dick in me— Thank you for putting your dick in me”

I cum in a sick choir of my own song. His hand grasps around my head, throat, face, the wig has long since hit the floor of the truck, our sweat dripping in our sin, the rain clouds burst open while we are fucking, sex humidity fills the air, the smell of cunt to cock permeates the cab. Yanking me back with his arm around my neck, then lands another hot blow to my ass. All thought is absolutely consumed by my hungry cunt. Slap! He is about to cum, I can feel the immenseness, the tense of his body, and then shooting of cum hits me, my ass, my back, my fabulous tights.

He pulls himself out and off, and into the night rain, I look over my shoulder still stuck in a sex stun, the Shark looks good standing in the San Francisco rain with no shirt on sweating and panting. I snap out of my haze and clean up. We get to my car, I adjust my wig, wipe the smeared eyeliner running down my face and get out, glancing back to the Shark

“good night and thank you for putting your dick in me.”

commanded–I begged
hands free
he choked me

ass up
he smacked me

skirt shoved
stockings split

lips unhinged
authority stripped

primordial
primitivism
finds it way

into my tightest
space
hesitant is my will
eager is my cunt

taking time to instill
sense of emancipation
leaving marks
of his affection

Ok Loves–

Sifting thorough my past–and since ass play is where I’m at these day– I dug this one from the vaults–an oldie but goodie. This tale of tail include the man/character I call the Great White Shark– damn he has a nice thick long cock, a contagious smile and that ass hole East Coast attitude and voice that makes me dripping wet. I may have to re-post his other fuck me cock stories.   xoxo, lv

Suffice it to say, ass play has been on my mind all week”okay– for the last two weeks. Okay—since I let the Great White Shark take it. Whew–and what a take it was. It had been five years since I last had a lover who was into this, or should I say, who I would let, or could get me relaxed enough, get it in. I am not sure what it is about the Great White Shark, but he has this ability to revolt and turn me on simultaneously. He is the perfect undetectable predator, looks so cute, but sexually driven, compulsive, lecherous, and a rough fucking ride. It is making me wet thinking about him.

Walking to my car, my cunt is still dripping in my own cum and I am probably still staggering a bit from being bent over and taken deeply for the past forty minutes by his fantastic cock.

We arrive, I am expecting to say our goodbyes, instead he asks if I want to smoke a little weed. I really do not smoke too often, but I agree. I unlock the passenger side and let him in. We smoke and began to talk about various sexual topics. I guess he assumed that I had just fucked him in the alley, I was full time slut, when in actuality, I am only a part time slut.

He asks me a barrage of questions, which for the most part proves my part-time slutiness.

“Have you ever fucked a black guy?”

“Yes, of course, the security guard at my work is black and I fucked and sucked him in the library.”

Nodding, with an evil glint.

“Have you ever been taken from behind?”

I smile,

“Yes, the last time was about five years ago,and since you bring it up-well–he was black, too.”

This obviously turns him on. He grabs my thigh and says in that thick east coast intonation,

“Oh my god you’re a hot little bitch, that’s so fucking hot.”

Then he asks me–

“Have you ever been DP’ed?”

I flash a quizzical look at him, answering– “I don’t know.”

He looks at me like I am crazy, and then proceeds to tell me what it is. I shake my head vigorously. Oh no no no, not innocent me.

“Just because I screwed you and blew you in the alley doesn’t mean I am a complete slut.” Or does it? So begins his argument  of just how much I would like it, saying, “Oh girlie, your body is made for it, sexy bitch, you would love to be filled with two fucking huge cocks, me being one of them.” He grabs my hand and forces it on to his cock, which is huge and throbbing again, ready to go. I fucking love that.

All of a sudden he drops the seat on his side of the car, and commands that I move over. Sliding over, he tells me “not that way, turn around, let me see that ass.” I do as he tells me. I am behaving like some girl I don’t altogether recognize, but I am completely turned on, instantly lusty–concupiscent. He yanks my skirt past my waist, snatches my panties down past my thighs, while pushing my face and body into the seat, then proceeds to lay down a series of unrelenting swats to my round ass. It fucking stings, burns electric and makes me beyond wet. He grabs at my pussy, pulling the lips to fullness, rubbing firmly into the folds, making me liquefy. His hand cunningly wraps around my throat as he plunges his immense dick into my cunt. I swallow him up; he begins to pummel and hit it. I am moaning and my pussy is aching in an instant.The car is rocking to our strong rhythm. I am choking and loving it. He is a beast, and it drives me over the edge. I beg for him to take all of me. “Please take me, I want your cock in my ass.” I do not even recognize my own voice coming from my mouth.

I am not sure what it is about this night, but I am obsessed. He tries, and I clench up, oh–it hurts. My sacred space is tight tight tight. Closed, in fact. Giving up–saying, “well sexy bitch, I guess your job is to get fucked in the ass before I see you again, so I can fit my cock in there.” Disgusted and equally turned on by his comment I beg him, “no no” whining and whimpering, “you take me, please, please fuck me in the ass.”

Turning even more arrogant–if that is possible—“well, let me see.”

He swipes his whole hand into my pussy and brings forth the juice that is running in between my thighs and rubs it all over my star. Using his saliva on his cock, he slowly begins to enter my tightest space. I breathe a yoga breath, try not to clinch or flinch. He stops. Deep and low he rumbles into my ear “are you gonna let me do this or what?” I can only nod because his palm is covering my mouth, “then relax, slut.” I feel his tip push in–pop–I release, I concede and my ass opens up, and he is thrusting gradually into me. His stroke picks up speed and I am being splayed and fucked, my cunt is oozing, my car is rocking, the rain is pouring down, the widows are fogged, my brain is numb, my ass cheeks are being smacked raw, and my puckered star is wide open to the Great White Shark. I am his, fully.

My mind is drifting into a haze of gratification and pain. The Shark is riding me like the brute he is. Lost. He has taken complete control of me. My authority stripped. It is the trading in of my dominance. This is rare, and I like it. I can no longer hear him speaking, only bits and pieces, “you like this, sexy bitch?” speaking not to hear me answer, considering his hand is still clutched over my mouth. I like being called a sexy bitch. He begins to thrust unyielding, deeper. I can feel myself being pushed to the edge, it only takes one more hard thrust and one more “sexy bitch” and I cum, my secret space still being filled to the rim. Stuffed by his cock. I feel my fluid running down the inside of my thighs, my pussy wide open, raw, pulsating from orgasm, as my ass is crammed. When I cum I loose all sense and composure and the Shark pulls harder down on my jaw, his other hand grasping tightly onto my shoulder pulling my ass further onto his cock, as he blasts cum into me.

We are a fuck mess. Grabbing a stack of napkins, he pulls his dick out, places the stack over my hole, moving my hand to hold them in place and pushes himself off of me and out the passenger side door. I feel cemented to the seat, like I have been pushed so far into it that my body has melded. I am beat, in the best possible way. When I do finally lift my body up and wobble my way to standing, I immediately feel the soak run between my legs. I am shocked and I feel a fire blush flood my face, as he looks at me with a cocky smile, “You liked that, didn’t ya, you fucking sexy bitch.”