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May 6, 2013

My First Orgasm

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How it first looked.
How it first looked.

As a man, is there anything more fulfilling or entertaining than watching you and your partner orgasm?   You see, I added the word “you” in that sentence on purpose.  Truthfully, my original question was, “Is there anything more entertaining than watching yourself orgasm?”  I knew I would get an immediate response of, “Yes, watching my partner orgasm!”  So instead, I changed my question to make it less selfish.

However,  I still want to talk about watching yourself cum.  I can still remember being a teenager and looking down at my young body, skinny with very little hair.  For whatever reason, even after puberty, other than my arms and legs, my body wasn’t hairy.  It felt so erotic seeing my young smooth skin and youthful hands, holding this huge erect veiny man cock.    It’s like my entire body was the absolute image of youth, but my hard penis ready to explode was all man.  I remember squeezing my lower shaft as hard as I could and watching my upper shaft and head get huge with the pressure from the blood being pushed inside it.  As I felt the build up of an orgasm, right below my balls, in my ass, and around my thighs, I would feel this insane pressure that would instinctively make me squeeze.  The longer I squeezed, the more intense it felt.   As my body collapsed from the pressure, I released my muscles and watched the head of my penis erupt like a volcano, releasing my body’s fluids all over my hands, stomach, and chest.  I remember watching this and thinking, what will a girl think when I pull out and do this all over her?  Will it hurt her if I have too much and release it inside her?   Will she be grossed out or mad?  Will she be excited?  Will she want to taste it or feel it?  Will she be just as amazed as I am about how it all works?

I still remember my very first orgasm.  For whatever reason I would rub my body back and forth over a pillow and feel this extreme pressure in my anus area.  I did not have to be erect.  As I felt the pressure, I would squeeze my young butt cheeks and hold myself still until the feeling subsided.   It felt so good but nothing ever came out of my penis.  Of course, looking back, I know what I was feeling now.  My body was basically going through all the mechanics of an orgasm but dry heaving because my testicles hadn’t matured.

At about the age 10 or 11, I was in my bed at night moving my body back and forth over a spare pillow, waiting for this feeling to come.  As I felt the build up, I squeezed my butt as hard as I could, for as long as I could.  When I let go, this time, it wasn’t so dry.  I felt as though a small bug crawled through my lower shaft and worked its way to the tip of my head.  Because I was smashing my flaccid penis against the pillow, nothing came out.  As I sat up, I pinched the tip of my head holding in what I thought was maybe pee or something.  When I let the tip go, nothing came out.  I still felt something inside, so I slowly start to milk my dick.  As I stroked, I noticed the blood rush into my head and my penis looking bigger than normal.  I also noticed that this huge clear drop of fluid came out of my penis hole.  I immediately pinched it with my thumb and index finger so I could get a closer look.  As I brought it closer to my face and opened my fingers, I noticed that it was sticky and made a huge line of fluid that went from one finger to the next.   This was my first time ever seeing cum / pre-cum.  There was no internet and I had never seen a porn in my life.   And although this didn’t happen again for a year or two, this instance saved me from an embarrassing moment a few months later when a few older boys doubted my sexual knowledge and teased me for being a virgin.  “I bet you never even came before.”   I may have been a virgin, but I had came before.  By the way, fuck you guys.  I hate bullies.

It wasn’t until I met Venice, that I shared this moment with another person.  For me, it’s special and intimate.   Not just the orgasm, but watching closely as my dick releases semen.  Watching my gland expand and change colors before it releases.  Watching my entire body get goosebumps as I squeeze my ass and straighten my legs before I cum.  Watching my balls shrivel up into a walnut-like shell moments before I explode.   By sharing, I mean stroking in front of her with the lights on and letting her see the entire process.  With Venice I learned to enjoy myself properly, because before her, I would either rub myself on pillows or just stroke my dick like I was milking a cow. No touching, no rubbing, nothing that would make me feel weird or “gay”  like fondling my balls or sticking the tip of my finger in my ass.   She opened my eyes to teasing and playing with my asshole, massaging my balls, playing with my nipples, and stroking with both hands.   I learned through her reaction that she enjoyed seeing more than me just jacking off, which made me feel more comfortable trying new things.   Every man is different, but with a woman open and wanting to see a man explore his body, it’s easier to enjoy the less “manly” rituals.

Now, with our website, the videos and photos, we have shared this moment with others, but we’ve grown past the idea of keeping ourselves locked up in our own little worlds.   Some of our photos show things noone has ever seen, except us.   This was our first transition after the new us.   In fact, when I started this article I wanted to talk about the difference between Venice watching me orgasm when we first met, to her watching me now, 15 years later, with the new us.   I will try to hit on that topic for my next blog, but this was a good introduction.

May 1, 2013

Fantasy – My First Female Experience

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Lately I’ve been thinking more and more about women. I always found a woman’s body attractive, but I was afraid of being called a lesbian. Not that it was bad because my parents never showed favoritism or dislike to any race, religion, or lifestyle. However, people have expressed same sex experiences as something that was sinful. But as MTV’s Real World, Girls Gone Wild, and the endorsement and praise of celebrities, politicians, and other public figures have become more mainstream, it’s become more acceptable to enjoy it and be aroused by it.

So now, I’ve been talking the talk through this blog, on Twitter, xhamster, and other sites of which Ryan and I are members. My eyes have been opened by the flood of people who were like the old me (quiet, afraid of being judged by others for saying a woman has a sexy body), the me now (open to suggestions, receptive to male and female flirtation), and the me who I want to be (willing to bring a female into our bedroom, vocal about my attraction to women). And I can relate to all of them. I still remember the hesitation of looking at a woman’s breasts and wondering if her nipples look like mine. I can now empathize with the women out there who have yet to experience another female – a kiss, a more-than-friendly touch on my hand. And I envy the women out there who already have.

As I said, I’ve been thinking more and more about women. But truthfully, it has never really stopped. My thoughts have been becoming more intense knowing that Ryan would not only allow, but also enjoy me being with another woman. With his acceptance, he has alleviated a lot of reservations I’ve had and has encouraged me to explore my curiosities.

I’ve noticed that a lot of girl-on-girl fantasies are written by men, so let me show you mine.

My ideal woman would be someone who I know as a person and in turn, knows me as a person. She is open, but not whorish; playful, but not a rough-houser; loving, but not needy. I want someone to accept me AND Ryan – as a married couple, as individuals, and as people. We both have to like her and she has to like us both (because we come as a team). These are all important factors to me because I want to be able to have complete control as to who I let into my life, marriage, and pussy. I want Ryan to be able to talk to her and feel comfortable around her, otherwise I would be excluding him as an active participant. I want the other woman to respect and understand our boundaries. I want her to respect us the next morning. I want her to remember our likes and dislikes. I want her to be attentive to my needs and allow me to explore. In a way, my search of my first woman experience will be an interview of sorts, one that you either pass or fail. That’s the beauty of doing a search – I afford myself the opportunity of an extensive search.

Assuming we find this woman, we’d spend an evening together (I’d prefer a casual restaurant on the beach or hanging out on the balcony also overlooking the beach) talking and have a drink or two. I don’t want to be wasted because I want to remember my first time. I’ve only known the rough face of a man, the grip of his hands, and the power of his body as he thrusts his cock in my pussy, mouth, or ass. This is what I love about a man – feeling overpowered, protected, knowing his brute strength is controlled as he drops down onto my body. Although I’m Asian, I’m not the stereotypical petite woman and it takes a real man to handle me. So having Ryan’s 6’5″, 220 pound frame on me is such a turn on. To be clear, I am absolutely not in a rush to make this happen. It may take a few months, it may take a year, it may never even come. If we never find the right woman, then so be it.

With permission from the beautiful @alwaysbinikki
With permission from the beautiful @alwaysbinikki

But for now I’m ready to feel a woman’s lips, feel her skin, and smell her skin – all the things Ryan loves about me. I know the places where I liked to be touched – behind my ear, down my jawline, between my breasts – and I would love to be able to make another woman experience it from me. I love my man’s hair; it’s what makes him a man, it’s what reminds me of masculinity. But there is something about a smooth, female body that is enticing. To me, it means she takes care of her body, she cares about her appearance, she wants others to enjoy her body, too. After my Project Bush Growth experiment, I shaved myself bald again. And though Ryan wanted me to keep it, he couldn’t keep his mouth off of me the night I shaved. He sucked and slurped and used his tongue as a wash cloth to clean me off! He moaned and told me non-stop to always keep myself shaved..he missed it! That was so unbelievably sexy to hear him say all that! I won’t lie – I found a renewed love for shaved pussies after that. I started to see them in a new light, like his new appreciation for clean-shaven area made ME want to know that feeling. Soon I started seeing pussies that I wanted! I’ve been open with my appreciation for them for a while now, especially with so many people on Twitter (as well as those who I considered friends) posting them. But it wasn’t until I saw @AlwaysBiNikki’s photo of her vag did it prompt me to actually begin writing about my desire to have my first female experience. I needed to let others know that along with my openness came the need to follow through. I started to fantasize about losing my girlginity and eating a vagina for the first time. How badly did I want to slide my hands down and feel the dampness on a woman’s panties. I want to suck on lips, taste the juices, slide my tongue inside the holes, circle slowly on the clit – all just how I like, because I know what turns me on, what gets me sensitive, and what gets me to cum. I want to slide my fingers in and slowly massage her walls as I feel her tighten and squeeze around me. I want to feel her quiver and grab my head to let me know she was enjoying me between her legs. I want to make her moan and feel her clench as she cums on my lips, my own pussy soaking from the excitement of having a woman in my mouth for the first time.

April 22, 2013

What’s A Fetish?

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  • An inanimate object worshiped for its supposed magical powers or because it is considered to be inhabited by a spirit.
  • A course of action to which one has an excessive and irrational commitment.

“All fetishes are acceptable as long as all involved parties are in the right mind and age to consent.” This means if you enjoy urolagnia (finding sexual pleasure in the act of urinating), you cannot place a hidden camera in a women’s bathroom. This means if you have a fetish for leather pants, you cannot walk up to someone wearing them and start rubbing their ass cheeks. But as we become more connected to people at parts of the world, we find more and more fetishists who share the same interests.

This article will not talk about zoophilia (beastiality/bestiality), necrophilia, or pedofilia (child pornography). None of these fetishes are done with consent (or legal).

When I started this article I  thought I didn’t have many sexual fetishes, but I found out that I do engage in several. I didn’t realize that a lot of what we did were considered sexual fetishes. Nowadays, the lines that delineate sexual fetishes are blurred as they become commonplace and even accepted. Many people don’t even consider their sexual desires as a fetish anymore perhaps because the Internet brings together like-mined fetishists.

1. Autoerotic asphyxiation. I’ve blogged about my own experiences with autoerotic asphyxiation not too long ago (see previous article on autoerotic asphyxiation http://sexblogging.com/auto-erotic-asphyxiation/). For the record, I do not condone it, but I do notice similarities in the way it’s practiced and the way I heighten my own orgasm through autoerotic asphyxiation. It is dangerous, and even fatal.

2. Sadomasochism (S&M). According to the article entitled, “Is Sadomasochism a Destructive Form of Sex,” they claim to have cited resources that point to YES. It opens with the statement, “Sadomasochism is a humiliating and degrading form of sexual perversion practiced by those who suffer from emotional problems. Studies have shown that prior emotional, sexual, and/or physical abuse can contributed to a person’a need to engage in this self-destructive behavior. There are two roles in the sadomasochistic setting. The dominant person (sadist) who derives sexual pleasure by degrading, humiliating, binding and/or inflicting pain upon his/her sex partner, and the submissive partner (masochist) who receives this mistreatment, and in the process, claims to derive sexual pleasure. Unfortunately, death has resulted from this form of sex-play. It is my belief that sadomasochism is a dangerous form of sex-play and should be addressed as a perversion that requires psychological therapy” (http://www.csun.edu/~psy453/sado_y.htm)

This article takes a clear stance by choosing to use certain persuasive words: humiliating, degrading, perversion emotional problems, self-destructive, mistreatment, and dangerous. I don’t doubt that S&M can be extremely painful, especially if the receiver is not participating fully, mentally and physically. But it seems to me that they are generalizing S&M as a whole and not taking into consideration that there are degrees of severity. Take me, for example. I do not enjoy S&M in a way that I derive sexual pleasure from it; Ryan does not enjoy pain at all, so he steers clear from any kind receiving of pain. Although I’m not a frequent user of whips, chains, belts, and the like, I do like a little bit of hair pulling, hard spanking, and nibbling. Ryan and I are, however, in a controlled environment where he understands fully my limitations and my threshold of pain.  We also do role play certain scenerios that have S&M ideology  (see previous blog on us role playing rape  http://sexblogging.com/rape/).

3. Urolagnia. This is finding urine or the act of urinating sexually pleasing. It has other underlying components to it, such as the sadomasochistic perspective (making someone hold their pee) or humiliation (being urinated on and urinating on someone). I’ll try anything once. If I don’t like something, there is nothing lost. This is not something that Ryan and I practice, but we have experimented with it. The biggest drawback for us is that it is just too messy. We enjoy each other’s fluids (spit, semen, froth, pee) but the element of spontaneity is removed if the only place we can have a golden shower is, well, the shower (see a previous blog  http://sexblogging.com/photo-shoot-the-golden-shower/).

4. Retifism is having sexual feelings toward shoes, feet, and/or heels, also known as a “foot fetish.” I do not have a foot fetish, but I’ve asked Ryan to cum on my feet so that I can eat it off. I like eating cum anyway so what better way than to eat it off myself?

5. Anal. I’m not sure if this would classify as a fetish, but I can certainly see it being so because of its biblical derivatives, i.e. the story of Sodom and Gomorrah. A more modern definition, and one that most of us are familiar with, is anal sex. Because of Sodom, (anal) sex has been considered dirty and perverted. If you were a woman who engaged in anal sex, you were a slut; if you were a man, you were a homosexual. Because of these stigmas, anal sex has been looked down upon and kept secret by those who practice it. Until I learned to love it, embraced it (see previous blog http://sexblogging.com/her-perspective-on-the-anal-butt-plug/), realized that my best cums were when I was being fucked in the ass, I used to look down on it, too.

My anal fetish goes beyond just analing though.  When Ryan is licking my body, nothing pleases me more than him sticking his face and tongue in my ass.  I love feeling his tongue dig deep into my vagina while at the same time his lips and teeth open up enough so that I can feel them rubbing and scraping on my ass hole’s texture.  It is the ultimate feeling for me and it seems like everything is being stimulated at the same time.   Even as a young girl, if Ryan played with my vagina while eating me out I would almost orgasm immediately when I felt a finger “accidently” rub over my ass hole.  Eventually his pinky would find a permanent spot deep inside my ass while his face was buried in my thighs.  The thought of this drives me insane.

Other pleasures I get from anal or ass play is knowing how much it turns Ryan on to rub his ass hole with my free hand while I suck his dick.  Or sticking my tongue in his ass while I am trying to catch my breath face fucking.  When in the mood, I want to dig my tongue in him as deep as I can because I know it drives him crazy.  I love letting him know I worship his body, including his ass.  As for Ryan, for as long as I have known him, this was his biggest fetish.  I remember when we were still dating, him barely knowing how to kiss let alone fuck a girl properly, bent over the bed asking if I ever licked anyone another man’s ass.  I hadn’t.  In fact, I had never even been asked before that.  I giggled and spread his cheeks.  I remember saying, “It looks like a balloon knot!”   A few moments later, my mouth was submerged in his ass, two butt cheeks on each side of my face, and my tongue deep in his young butt hole.   I will never forget hearing his moans, it was the first time I’d heard a man moan from oral/anal pleasure.  

6. Oral.  This isn’t normally classified as a fetish because in today’s pop culture a woman is expected to give her man oral sex, and vice versa.   However, if I wake up each day thinking about sucking my husband’s dick, I have a fetish.   Or if my husband gets so turned on by me sucking his dick that he has to pry my mouth off of him just to fuck me, I would say I have an oral fetish (true story).  I enjoy feeling his warm organ in my mouth, soft or hard.  I enjoy feeling it grow on my tongue.  I enjoy the texture as it rubs past my lips and down my throat.  I enjoy watching his eyes roll back in his head as I look up at him with his penis in my  mouth, watching his facial expressions.  I enjoy making his body sweat and tense up from what I do with my  tongue and throat.   That isn’t all though, I enjoy licking under his arms and around his nipples.  I enjoy my body being licked, behind my neck, down my back.  I love feeling his tongue slide over my ass crack and into my sphincter  or vagina.  I love oral, and I’d say it’s a fetish of both of ours because we please each other with our mouths  every night. 

Now that I realized my fetishes are not-so-newly-found ones, I’d like to point out an article in Psychology Today entitled “Fetishes Do Not Exist.” It opens with a the definition of a paraphilia: a type of mental disorder characterized by a preference for or obsession wit unusual sexual practices, as pedophilia, sadomasochism, or exhibitionism.” Author Dr. Ogi Ogas led a team of researchers on an investigation of online data for paraphilias (one of the goals was to determine “if online behavioral data could enhance our knowledge of the distribution and prevalence of fetishes”), there were several conclusions: data found didn’t support atypical, unusual, or disordered paraphilias; the majority of men who research erotic content have at least one significant sexual interest, e.g. “small breasts, busty Asians, or forced feminization” (the most successful adult video/image hosting sites feature a broad spectrum of interests; the male sexual brain is “designed to imprint upon individual sexual cues […] (namely breasts, butts, and feet,), female types (young or MILF, skinny or BBW,) or reproduction-oriented sexual situations. These all direct men towards intercourse and are a sign of the healthy, natural functioning of the male brain.” These paraphilias were then compared to natural sexual behavior in birds and mammals, like male baboons fetishizing female buttocks or male roosters fetishizing red female combs (http://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/billion-wicked-thoughts/201205/fetishes-do-not-exist).

What I found I found to be extremely refreshing is their desire to move away from the terms “paraphilia” and “fetish” because they tend to have a derogatory connotation like “retarded,” “spastic,” and “hysteria.” Further, “these men and women don’t suffer from these “atypical” and “deviant” fetishes, but rather a range of typical sexual interests that can mostly be predicted from the natural operation of healthy sexual mechanisms in the brain.”

I found Psychology Today’s definition of addiction to be spot on as it relates to sexual addiction: “Addiction is a condition that results when a person ingests a substance (alcohol, cocaine, nicotine) or engages in an activity (gambling) that can be pleasurable but the continued use of which becomes compulsive and interferes with ordinary life responsibilities, such as work or relationships, or health. Users may not be aware that their behavior is out of control and causing problems for themselves and others” (http://www.psychologytoday.com/basics/addiction)

I’ve heard some women refer to the man in their lives as “sex addicts.” What does that mean? That he wants to have sex with you a few times a week? That he grabs your ass while you’re grocery shopping? That he fondles you in the middle of cooking dinner? That is not a sex addict. That is a prude woman who doesn’t appreciate the way her man shows his affection. On the other hand, if he’s paying for sex instead of taking you on vacation, if he’d rather spend time perusing porn websites while you wait in bed in your new lingerie, if he gives you gonorrhea from one of the sexual partners he fucked at the club, or if your bank account has been overdrafted because of monthy charges of multiple porn sites, then I would say he’s a sex addict. Do I drink alcohol? I sure do. But I don’t drink and drive, I make sure my man is around me when I do, and I don’t act like a fool in front of our friends when I do. The difference between healthy moderation and alcohol addiction is not the amount consumed, but the adverse effects it has on your life and those around you. It’s our responsibility to differentiate addictions and normal sexual behavior and misconstrue one for the other.

So I say, explore your experiemental side. Don’t get stuck having missionary sex. Rest assure in the fact that you are not alone in the fetishes you may think are unusual. And if others think you have an unusual “fetish,” show them Dr. Ogas article asserting that FETISHES DO NOT EXIST.

April 17, 2013

Woman Using PAM as Lubrication Gets Arrested

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barbarahallmugshotOn Wednesday, May 30, 2012, a Florida woman was having sexual relations with her boyfriend when she asked him to bring her olive oil or PAM cooking spray for lubrication.  But when her boyfriend misunderstood and brought up his former fling named Pam, she wasn’t having it.

When Barbara Hall, 60, asked her 45-year-old boyfriend to go to the kitchen for some “sexual lubricant,” he obliged, according to police reports.

Then things got slippery.

“Barbara asked if he had also brought the PAM cooking spray,” the report states. “Barbara believed [the victim] misunderstood what she had said, and commented on a girl named Pam. … [He] admitted to having sex with Pam recently on her boat.”

Hall then allegedly flew into a violent rage, punching her boyfriend repeatedly and then chucking the olive oil bottle, a keg cup and a flashlight at his head. She told cops that she had no recollection of the assault.

She was arrested on a domestic battery charge and taken to jail. Her boyfriend went home.

As reported by Andy Campbell of The Huffington Post

Police report below:

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April 9, 2013

Rape

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tied up
Venice all tied up.

I look at Venice’s sexy body laying face first in our bed, motionless.  I throw a pillow case over her head and pull back on it as tight as I can so it sticks to her face.  I can feel her immediately tense up as I watch her try to breathe.  With each gasp, I see the pillow case suck into her mouth.   I grab both of her arms roughly and reach for the rope near the bed.  I tie her arms behind her back so tight I can see her skin lighten where the rope is squeezing her wrists.  Judging by her whining and movements, I know she is very uncomfortable.  I look down at her nude body as she wiggles from side to side attempting to get her arms in a better position.  I forcefully rub my hand down her ass crack, then into her pussy slit while smashing my other hand against the back of her head, forcing her face deep into the mattress and making her breathing even harder.  I whisper in her ear that I don’t want to hear another sound from her.  I let her head go and roughly slap the side of her face and head through the pillow case.  She stops making any noises.  I am in complete control.  I get up from the bed and walk to the closet to grab the tripod and camera.  I hit record and move around the room making random noises to leave Venice in suspense for a bit longer.  I want to make sure she is uncertain of what happens next.

I take off my clothes and walk back to her.  I forcefully roll her over and climb on top of her.  I let my balls hang down as I straddle her body.  Her upper torso is sideways, her lower half is twisted a bit and faced up.  I slowly rub my balls all over her, on her neck, her chest, her arms, her stomach, and down to her legs.   As I rub and move to different body parts, my dick slowly starts to grow until I am completely erect.   I take the pillow case off her head and pull her face back.  I am squatting over her, her face is up, with my dick completely hard and my balls sagging down in front of her nose.  I lower my body and let my loose nut sack cover her face.  The lower I drop, the more the weight of my body spreads out my sack.  I rub my balls all over her until she wiggles and tries to look sideways to catch her breath.  As soon as I see her struggling, I grab each side of her cheeks roughly with my fingers and hold her face straight.  I again lower my body, this time ass first, over her nose and mouth.   I am faced toward her feet.  I grind her face with my ass, letting her nose penetrate into my asshole.  I demand for her to stick her tongue out and she does.  I sit back up and grab her face and spit on her, hoping to lube up her nose so it can penetrate further into my ass.  I sit back down on her and again, grind my asshole and crack against her pretty asian face.  My balls hang over her tongue, mouth, and chin as I ride her skull.  I beat down on her chest with my hard dick before I sit my body back up, aim my dick straight down to her mouth and drive my hard cock deep into her throat.  She immediately gags around my dick but I keep it deep inside her neck.  I can feel her tongue vibrating and inner fluids bubbling around my shaft as her gagging has brought up some stomach fluids.  I pull my dick out of her throat and beat her face with it, leaving her cheeks and face sloppy with spit and stomach juices.  I put the pillow case back over her head.   I again tighten it so she has trouble breathing.  I can see the outline of her face through it.   I walk to the edge of the bed where her head is now positioned and beat my dick down as hard as I can.  My cock crashes against her face making her cry for me to stop.  The more she says stop, the harder I hit her face with my dick.  I aim for her eye sockets and nose.  With each thump, she tries to move her face in a different direction hoping I use my dick to hammer in a different part of her face.  I follow her movements and pound down on the same area over and over.  I grab her throat and slap her through the pillow case and tell her not to fucking move.  She immediately stops moving and lets me abuse her pretty face with my penis.  I want absolute control.  She turns off the pain of being clubbed by my dick because she knows the more she resists the harder she gets hit.

I get off the bed and bring the camera closer to the action.  I walk back over to Venice and roll her over to the edge of the bed, face down.  Her arms are still behind her back, so she is totally helpless.  I sit next to her and lift her upper body up to sit her mouth in my lap, face down.  I then pull the pillow case off her head.  Unless I pull her head back, she can barely look up.  Her face is somewhat stuck in my lap unless I lift it.  I grab her hair and lift her head off my lap.  She whines in discomfort.  Displeased with her whining I immediately spit in her face and slap her.  I demand that she quits crying.  I then forcefully turn her head to the camera and tell her, “Say that you love my dick better than Ryan’s.”  At first she resists, so I grab her by the throat and squeeze harder, demanding that she tells the camera, “Say that you love my dick better than Ryan’s.”  Her eyes water up and she tells the camera, “I love his dick better than yours.”   I immediately lift her head above my hard dick, which is near my belly button, and shove her face down my cock, back into my lap.   I ram her head as hard as I can into my crotch, my entire cock down her throat.  She is helpless, even if she wants to control herself or how much dick she takes, it doesn’t matter.  I forcefully hold her face in my lap, balls deep, as she squirms to get herself off my penis.   My dick rams against the back of her throat, rubbing hard as it slides down her esophagus.  No matter how hard she tries, because of her hands behind her back and the position she is in, unless I grabbed her hair and pulled her off my dick, she is stuck.  As she struggles, I tell her to smell my balls and see what a real man smells like.  I then whisper in her ear, “The last time your husband will ever see you is on this video. Tell him how you love my dick better than his.”  She whines and tries to fight me, but I just squeeze her head against my lap harder.   I then grab her hair, digging my fingernails into her scalp, and pull her off my dick.   She gasps for air like she was drowning in an ocean of penis.   My balls and dick are covered with her spit and insides, I again tell her to talk to the camera.  “Say you love this dick more than life itself.”

She cries and looks at the camera.  I slap her face with my dick as she tries to talk, “I love this dick more than my life.”  I again drive her face first onto my cock.  I can tell she hates this.  I can tell at this point she wants this to stop.  She’d probably beg for it to stop, if she could actually talk.  Unfortunately, it’s hard to talk with my dick punching her voice box.  I grab the back of her hair and slam her up and down onto my penis over and over.  I control her head like she wasn’t human, like I was grabbing a doll, totally ignoring any of the pain she feels.  I slam her face on my lap repeatedly until she gags and spits up.

I roll her body over so her face is almost on the corner of the bed, right in front of the camera.  I again sit on her nose and mouth with my ass, and grind myself against her.   I hold myself up with one hand and stroke my dick for the camera with the other.  My balls are now rubbing her forehead and hairline.  Every now and then I will beat my dick against her head or grab her hair and pull her deeper into my ass so she can clean my insides.

After a few minutes of forcing her to eat my ass, I roll her face down on the bed.  I bend down so my dick is near her mouth and I fuck her throat.   I have to hold her by her hair just to keep her face up, otherwise she’d be face down in the bed.  Usually when we face fuck, she has hands to wipe her tears that naturally from gagging, but with her hands tied behind her, she can’t wipe anything, so her nose is snotty and her face and cheeks are soaked in tears.  I love it.

I quit fucking her throat and move my body back behind her on the bed,  I yank her arms back and make her scream.  I can tell her hands are in pain because her fingers are turning purple.  Without saying anything, I untie her hands so she could get some relief.  However, I still keep both of her arms behind her and grab both of her wrists tightly while sliding my dick inside her.  Her pussy is soaking wet, and her pussy doesn’t lie, she actually loves being treated like this.  If she doesn’t, her pussy definitely does.  My dick is also soaking wet, as her spit and fluids have my whole lap lubricated.   I fuck her hard and she screams with each thrust.  My dick is so hard and lubed that it’s unlike normal sex, which can be rough, but this time it feels like I have a sharp sword and her walls can’t stop or slow it down, so it stabs directly in the back of her pussy as hard as it possibly can.  Normally, she hates this feeling, as it creates a pain she doesn’t like during sex.  Normally I’d give a fuck, but right now, I don’t.   I keep her body close to mine by holding her arms.  As I ram my cock inside her, I pull back on her arms and force her body to take it all.  The length of my dick is hitting the back of her pussy as hard as it can, banging the cervix with each pump.  I feel my orgasm growing and I know I want to cum all over her face and body.  I know I am close so I get up and quickly roll her over on her back.  I quickly crawl back over to her face and drop my dick into her mouth as far as it can go.  I can feel her teeth on my balls and crotch.  Her throat is endless and, truthfully, much deeper than her pussy.  I feel like I could stick my dick in her all the way to her stomach if it was long enough.  I love how she is such a cock eater.   As I feel my load about to release I pull myself out of her mouth and shoot my cum everywhere.  I unload onto her face, her chest, her hair, and her stomach.   I quickly grab all the strings of cum and cup it with my hand.  I put all four fingers in her mouth and feed her my fluids.  She whines but still does as she is told and eats up every drop.  I then lean down and squeeze her throat with one hand and tell her she better not fucking move.  I went to the bathroom and took a shower as fast as I could since the camera was running.  The more time I wasted, the more horny I got thinking of this naked Asian woman laying on my bed, soaked with cum and scared to death.

As I come out the shower I noticed her body hasn’t moved at all.  She hasn’t moved her arms, legs, face, or anything.  My cum is still drying on her skin and her hair is stuck to her wet face.  I walk over to her again and drop my huge soft dick into her mouth and immediately start to fuck her throat again.   It only takes a few seconds for my cock to become erect and ready to damage.  I flip her over face down on the bed, legs on the floor, and fuck her from the back.   Her titties and dried cum rub against the sheets.   Again, with each thrust she moans and screams.  I love how she makes my cock seem like a fucking telephone pole when I fuck her tiny, tight pussy.  Each scream brings my prostate to a boil. I already want to cum again.  I pull her hair back and throw her legs back onto the bed.  I then drag her face to the corner of the bed, face up, and drop my dick inside her mouth right in front of the camera.  In my mind, the camera can see my asshole, ass cheeks, balls flopping around on her face, and her mouth being fucked.  I do not know exactly what it really sees and I don’t give a fuck.   As I feel the pressure inside my thighs build up, I explode and dig myself as deep in her throat as I can possibly be.  With each thrust of cum I release I can feel my asshole tightening, letting the camera and her know that she is taking a load.

As I finish, I get up and kiss her cum soaked face.  I let her know it’s over and she can finally relax.  She gets up and doesn’t talk much, still shocked and satisfied that she finally got raped like she always wanted.   I leave the room so she can shower off, collect her thoughts and enjoy them.