'Whose arse is this baby'?

My last post was a festival of whining and the one before was all political, so today dear friends I offer you filth (I know that’s what most of you want really).

I've chosen this sordid little tale as I get asked about it sometimes. We’ll call this little piece ‘Who owns this arse?’ as that really has been a key point here once or twice. You see N, being the sort of bloke he is will sometimes try to stage a coup at the drop of a bloody hat.  He is also fiercely possessive and traditionally very jealous. It’s all very ‘Me Tarzan, you Jane!’ and if you are a submissive woman no doubt utterly wet knicker inducing stuff. Sexually he’s very much of the dominant male persuasion left to his own devices  and it’s fair to say that he would very much like to at least own my arse, even if he can’t have the rest of me.

So the day came when he pushed his luck too far on the matter of jealousy and possessiveness and I decided to take matters in hand. So obviously off to the friendly neighbourhood sleazy bisexual swingers club we went. As you do. The guy that runs it, waves at G, is lovely and makes every effort to accommodate us dirty perverts with our BDSM ways. He even put in a BDSM room for us, makes it clear that his is an inclusive venue and that if people don’t fancy watching BDSM to look the other way (kudos),  and sweetly puts gay porn on for me in the cinema to give me a break from directing my own. Darlings, I suffer for my art.

Usually when we go there it’s basically for me to entertain my depraved self by putting N to work on some cock. I like this primarily for the control factor (it’s fair to say being made to suck cock or being fucked by men sends him crashing through the floor psychologically), and also, well let’s face it, two or more hot men together is hot. Well, it is if you're me, ok?

So this is what he was nervously and reluctantly expecting. A beating and general degrading public usage, plus a cock or six shoved down his throat (I sometimes put him on his knees in the middle of a room and let men take turns). And most of that occurred, but perhaps more interestingly so did the following.

This rather handsome buff young black guy caught my eye and I decided he may be fun to take for a spin. I started by just offering him N’s mouth, which he graciously accepted, and so off to one of the seedy fucking rooms the three of us trotted.

Rather marvellously Mr Studly turned out to have a fucking huge cock as well as a fine arse body. Oh my. He also turned out to be pleasingly perceptive and pretty talented with said body and worked out the score pretty quickly. So I flounced around having them perform for a while and generally being rough with N. As N was on his knees sucking his cock and looking all fucked and mortified, when I shoved N’s head down - ’get that right down your throat bitch’ - I decided to stay local and enjoy Mr Studly kissing my breasts and running his hands up my thighs etc. When N saw this I thought he was going to hyperventilate along with his choking but I shoved his head down, kicked him a bit and reminded him of a few key truths as I had Mr Studly put his fingers between my thighs. At this stage our studly hero got very excited which was really good for me,  and delightfully bad for N’s mouth. Poor baby.  

Some undressing and general fondling ensued and then I went over to the wall and told N to ‘get his slut mouth off my lovers cock’ and come over to me. He knew this was not going to end well though I’m not sure he had a clue why. Then I braced myself against the wall so my arse was sticking out and told him to life my skirt (leather, because I’m cliched like that) over my hips. He complied. I told him to pull my panties ‘prettily’ onto my thighs for the other guy. I could feel him hyperventilating on my thighs and I have rarely seen him so mortified. But he did as ordered. I told him to do it slowly and sexily and asked him how my arse looked. Did it look fuckable? Wiggle wiggle. Did he think the other guy would be enjoying the sight? Were my cheeks spreading at all?

Mr Studly then instinctively got his tongue between my cheeks (men who want to do me always want to get between my cheeks, it’s pretty much a given here) and his fingers in my pussy while shoving his cock now really roughly down N’s throat. He was obviously bursting to fuck me, and poor N suffered the price. Ooops! Such a thought never occurred to my pretty little head. La la la.

A pleasingly plumptious view

All the way through this I was tormenting N about my arse being mine, not his, and how good he looked sucking my lovers cock while he got me off. Lots of questions and big eyed muffled mortified head nodding occurred. Did Mr Studly’s cock feel really fucking fat in his mouth? Was it really lovely and hard? Because you know how I love a nice hard fat cock in my bootie, you know that makes me come. Make sure you suck it nice and hard for me, because you know how horny I get for a fucking when I have my arse licked. And I haven’t had my behind shafted for a while so I bet it’s really tight and enjoyable.  He looked fucking devastated as well humiliated beyond belief. It was hot as fuck. 

N loves me and he loves my arse you see. Most men who find me attractive basically see tits and arse which is unfortunately understandable as both are very round and somewhat in your face (only literally in the case of the breasts). My breasts are not a major thing for me, but I actually really love my arse being pleasured.  I’m a total anal slut and wouldn’t trade that for the world. Think that makes me submissive? Then we can safely say you have never fucked me and that you’re opinion is pretty irrelevant. And I’m not denying myself pleasure to order to fit anyone’s view of the world. Screw that I'm afraid.

So, there I am bent over braced against the wall with my bootie angled at the sexiest sluttiest angled imaginable (fucking a lot of girls provides helpful tips re these matters – they don’t tell you that in Cosmo now do they? I could write a monthly column. Someone suggest it to Cosmo, quick), with my panties placed by N under instruction at just the most appealing place on the thighs, a leather skirt pushed up over my back (ok, and fuck off chunky biker boots on rather than some sluttastic stiletto but I’m me. Anyway, my legs look better in big boots IMO), my breasts bouncing around madly because if I’m bent over that’s what they do, Mr Studly’s cock slamming down N’s throat, and his fingers and tongue intermittently in both my holes depending on positions etc.  I was orgasming all over the place from the combination of fucking with N so much, and also the very pleasing sex. Mr Studly was desperate to come but clearly didn’t want to waste any chance of slamming up my arse, and N is on his knees, so humiliated and jealous he looks like he’s going to collapse and wants to kill someone, and then I realised he was trying to make Mr Studly come as he’d rather take it down his throat that have my arse filled with the fine young hottie's spunk.  This fact is very pleasing to me and my ego.

So naturally I take N’s mouth off Mr Studly’s cock for a few minutes, and onto the bed we go for a while as I make N watch while Mr Studly gets busy with the body worship (and worship he could. Oh my) and of course gets his tongue back up my arse while I come and come and ask N all kinds of questions and generally taunt the living fuck out of him, because I’m romantic like that.

Eventually I belt N around the face a bit, kick him down and tell Mr Studly to come down his throat while he’s making me come. It’s fair to say the guy gave it his all and N’s lips were exquisitely cock bruised for days afterwards.  (Side note: Is there anything more horny than a man with forcibly cock bruised lips? I really fucking love that).

I beat the living crap out of N afterwards obviously, and generally tormented him and had him generally whipped for the rest of the night, repeatedly asking him what rights he had over my arse. His reply was correct and for a change the desire to be a mouthy bitch or engage in his very special brand of ‘humour’ was quelled. A near miracle.

I’ve just looked at N’s blog and his account of this event is here 

It was a pleasing night and one that’s been replayed a couple of times in various ways since.  It’s not really about me wanting other men though, it’s very much about the control. God do I love the control.

Here endeth the filth.