I had my second shoot as a house slave for TheUpperFloor.com last night and it may have gone a little…age play.
I got there early because I’d been at Maker Faire all day and was pretty sure that I was gonna need a shower first. I smelled like sunscreen and sweat. Not sexy. I was also kind of nervous because it was my third day in a row shooting and Izamar Gutierrez and Stephanos had just destroyed my ass and pussy, respectively. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. Of course I could just, you know, not have sex, but who likes that?
I knew that I would be working with Simone Sonay, whom I had briefly met several times at KinkLive.com. And when I say briefly, I mean briefly. Like: “Hi! I like your shoes!” “Oh, thanks!” “Bye!” “Later!” Still, she was gorgeous and very friendly, and everyone said wonderful things about her. She had a strong “big sister” vibe that I find incredibly appealing and I was excited and nervous to work with her.
I got to the Armory and showered and did my make up when I saw the male talent that I was going to be working with. It was Bill Bailey and I hadn’t found any pictures of him online and was worried that I was going to be disappointed. I was not. He had the rock hard body that I’m not super into, but he did look very strong and had a scar down his stomach. (Chicks DO dig scars!) He also had a blond Mohawk. I have been pestering Manny to get a Mohawk for AGES and he always says no. On top of all that, he had a gorgeous Southern accent. As Simone said, “Does my pussy detect an accent?”*
So, I was all ready, but Bill and Simone still needed to prepare. Simone was doing her makeup while Bill was trying on his wardrobe. I was sitting on the floor, cross-legged, when I got my first hint of it: This is like watching Mommy and Daddy get ready to go out. They were sort of talking to me, but mostly over my head. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to be weird.
I went into the event first. I was supposed to chat with the members, but there were technical difficulties where we couldn’t log in to see what the members were saying, so I had to sort of do The Penny Show, which obviously I LOVE doing. I gave myself a warm up with the cane, poured lube all over myself, put clothes pins on myself, invited an attendee to cane me and pull the clothes pins off of me, and just sort of ran all over the place being naughty.
By the time Simone and Bill came in and started fucking, I was on a table being spanked by, well, everyone. (I regret nothing!) I was beginning to be worried that Bill just wasn’t into me. He hadn’t tried to pull me aside, hadn’t tried to chat with me, hadn’t asked to touch me. When I was in the green room talking with Alani Pi earlier, he just sort of wandered off. Usually I feel like a little princess when I work with men, but Bill was like the cool jock who wouldn’t give me the time of day. I had tried flirting with him a little and done that thing where I let my robe fall open to let him see my breasts (Everyone loves my breasts!), but nothing was working. That said, I did catch him glancing at me a few times when he thought I wasn’t looking. I suspect he may have just been toying with me.
I got spanked pretty hard before James Mogul decided to gag and bind me in a crawling position with mitts–the only was I was unlikely to misbehave, though I’m confident that I could still have found a way. Then I was told that I could crawl over to Bill and Simone–while Mr. Mogul whipped me with a singletail–and service Simone while she serviced Bill. Of course, I still had the ball gag in.
I admit that this part was more frustrating than fun. I couldn’t really lick her. Bill asked what she tasted like. I helplessly motioned to the gag. He laughed and went back to what he was doing. I pawed at it with my mitts and looked up at him imploringly, but he just stuck my face back in her ass. Finally, after I don’t know how many agonizing minutes of being able to see and smell her, but not really touch or taste her at all, Mr. Mogul removed all my bondage and allowed me to service Simone properly.
From there it just devolved into a fuck fest. (Is “fuck fest” one word? Fuckfest. Fuck-fest. Hmm.) Bill was an amazing lover. When we had anal, he worked me up nice and slow, fingering me, but keeping me tight at the same time, teasing me and talking to me. Simone was AMAZING. She talked me through deep throating and taking Bill’s huge cock in my ass. She was attentive and kinky. It was really, REALLY good. I haven’t had sex like that in ages. I was overwhelmed.
I was so overwhelmed that I asked Simone something kind of dirty. She was just so authoritative and guiding, I couldn’t help it.
I asked if I could call her, “Mommy.”
She laughed as if it were nothing and enthusiastically agreed. My head started swimming as I moaned, “Thank you, Mommy!” And, while I didn’t ask to call Bill “Daddy,” Simone was referring to her partner that way and hearing her say it was driving me crazy. At this point, I was in a pile driver position with Bill’s huge cock in my ass and a vibrator on my clit, looking up at Simone’s perfect, MILFy body. I. Came. So. Hard.
I came a lot last night, actually. It was some of the best sex I’ve had outside of my relationship and possibly the best threeway I’ve had ever. It was thrilling, intimate, raunchy, pleasurable–everything that I like. And I can’t wait for more!
*I do not like all accents. I’m picky. For example, I do NOT like English accents. I go back and forth on Irish and Australian ones. I do NOT like Italian or French accents. I think part of the reason I don’t like English, Italian, or French accents is that guys think that talking differently will get them laid. Whenever I get an application from a client who tells me that he’s English or French, I kind of roll my eyes. That said, if an English or French guy shows up and has NOT told me of his nationality, he gets automatic points for not being pretentious. The only accents that I REALLY like are German, Russian, Southern, and Californian. I know it’s odd to fetishize my own accent, but, well, I like it.