Broadcast Babe

It makes no sense to cover the bedazzling we collaborated on for several glorious hours., so I found this onesie to showcase our artistic endeavors. I’m giving you first look to road test it as feasible for public parading about in a provocative way. Add a bolero jacket, a relatively flirty short skirt, and my head to toe could be considered relatively chaste. The knee high leather boots along with dark stockings that show a wide band of lace offer only glimpses of flesh in my perpetual momentum. My sparkling aureolas may glint from the short shrug of a jacket occasionally, but the full volume of the globes, veiled in ebony tell the story of the abundance beneath. You marvel at the vision as I demonstrate the elasticity that lets it function as a second skin, hugging my perfection of curves to your liking. The overall shadowing of my body in its jet black sheerness is at once a mystery and a thrill in the realization that it is merely a flimsy boundary, rather than a definitive barrier. Where the stress of stretch is challenged on my shapely torso makes for a revelation of the starburst design of gems that decorate my nipples. You come in closer to inspect our handiwork, grazing the surface with the back of your hands to feel the embossing. My breath catches in my throat, as desire for your continuing touch. A calculation is made for a public flirtation and I am shimmied into my mini skirt and the bolero jacket that offers the right balance of modest exposure. You fingers can’t resist a preliminary kneading of my moist and swelling folds as we check my appearance in the hall mirror before heading out upon our adventure. My head rolls as I moan with need for penetration. You offer just fingertips past the fabric to tantalize my throbbing void, then decide to save it for the great outdoors where we’ll likely find a wider audience.

The polka dots make you a little crazy, in the best way possible. My guess is my flailing movement puts them into a dizzying dance in your brain that accelerates your thrusts into the source. Whether to still them or add to the frenzy… only you know. The upshot is a next level arousal that delivers a megaton of force I crave. Today, I want o add a confusing audio component to the soundtrack of our groans and growls as you empty out into me. I play a little ditty to beckon you into the room where the light silhouettes my irresistibly voluptuous figure. I turn around from the upright to greet you and that guided missile growing in your pants with a cradling stroke to cup the bulge in a meaningful way. Your eyes roll in ecstatic appreciation. Nursing your fingers before guiding the lubrication between my thighs, I open my legs to receive the delving. Sincerely hobbled by the finesse, I fall back onto the keys creating a cacophony of sounds as I squirm in delight. I wave my arms to set the polka dots in motion, occasionally smashing some nonsense chords in the process. I see your pupils dilate as you fumble with your belt. My assistance is welcomed as I free you into my hand to roll your length like a Cuban cigar on my open thighs. You cleanse the fingers of one hand, offering the other to my lips. We nurse together as the throbbing compass finds its true north inside me. The piano concert takes on a symphonic resonance as I grasp and slide along large swaths of ivory as I am being impaled. I can feel your forces being marshalled from the chaos of visuals and sound during your entries. Punctuating your withdrawals with the higher alto octaves, the probes land in the lower bass range contributing to their profound substance. I add a counterpoint of moans and gasps in accidental harmony that syncopate to your earnest huffing grunts. The build up is leading to a new personal best, so I brace myself for the blast… and am not disappointed in the least.

The corset molds my figure into the perfect hourglass variety.My plump flesh loses all pliability in its confines, but there is sense of power in armoring me for sexual combat. The whalebone struts elevate my posture and my bosom is uplifted in the support. Inside the carapace, I’m tingling and pulsing from the constricted blood flow that surges within me. There is a sense of captivity that subtly thrills my subconscious, so your look of adoration is worth any slight discomfort. I tower over your trembling anticipation, realizing it is not fear, but rather surrender to the likely delights to be experienced with such a fierce minx. My life forces are compressed and compounded, ready to be exploited in a new power dynamic. For your part, you are offering a rock hard solution to my desires. I descend to my knees to straddle your face first for preparation and indulgence from your clever tongue. Flimsy lace panties seem to melt away in your mouth’s dedicated pursuit of piercing the oozing source for sustenance and lubricating arousal. Silently watching you, my responses soon become crazed and determined to capitalize on your thirsting lust. Bringing your hands to my breasts, they naturally grasp them roughly, finding my sensitive nipples to roll between your fingertips. Our heavily lidded eyes meet each others and we moan in the solidarity of relishing these sensations. I reach around to free myself of the restriction of the lingerie and make your eyes pop with wonder as you survey their bounty. Breathless from the exhilaration, I rise up to envelop the bobbing girth in a slickened slide downward upon you. Your howls are feral and full of gratitude for the tight friction around you as I pump and bounce upon its unforgiving guidance into me. Another level of urgent need is reached between us as I tighten around its defiant burgeoning throbs to coax us to culmination. Your howls of acquiescence to the thrills, herald my shivering and I trigger the domino effect of our cumming xx.

I cannot believe you bragged about my unique skills… then lost a drunken bet, when someone called your bluff. I appreciate the chaperone clause you demanded… but baby, this is going to kill that possessively jealous heart of yours. You know how much I enjoy pleasuring you in this way. What you don’t know is I’ve been craving and considering… offering my services to a variety of men… to contrast and compare… to watch them succumb to the pleasures I have such a special way of delivering. If they decide to reciprocate, I will gladly indulge them with no apologies or even asking permission from you. Now sit back and watch me pleasure this handsome winner… to pay off your debts, and punish you for being such a thoughtless loser.

I flex to my tiptoes in delighted anticipation when I see you on the horizon. I know you will be thrilled by my choice of wardrobe… a stretchy lacy, nearly sheer frock. It clings to my body like a glove, revealing more than it hides. My dark nipples, perched atop my full breasts, have already reached a deep crimson hue… and ache for your attentive kisses and voracious feasting. As you close the gap between us, the truth through the transparency will become more apparent to arouse you for immediate engagement beyond a hug. I bounce on the balls of my bare feet with contained excitement, feeling my bosom’s weight and friction shift under the revealing matrix of crochet. Your pace quickens, your smile broadens and your lust is in full bloom. I hold my ground, resisting my body’s urges to run in your direction. The restraint serves to amplify my desire and I feel my loins flush with exhilaration. You are now close enough to hear you murmur, “You’re killin’ me…” Compelled to bestow mercy and hasten the end goal, I ceremoniously remove the belt and slowly shimmy the long skirt up my shapely legs. Your hand is fumbling with your own belt and the zipper of your fly to unleash the pent up growth. In the moment our bodies meet, I leap to mount you by wrapping my legs around you and let gravity lower me upon you. The entry is exquisitely accurate and slick with my excitement. We gasp from the suddenness and my toes curl with rapture as we begin to move together.

“I fibbed about the layover… I was aching for this, booked a flight… crossed my fingers, hoping you felt the same way.”

Now that you have peeled my blouse away to reveal the mysteries of how firm my breasts are… how dark my aureolas become when I’m aroused… how hard and tall my nipples grow…? We get to the when are your lips going to nuzzle the full fleshy mounds… when will you trace the maroon perimeters with your tongue… when will you surrender to nursing the throbbing tips… when will you try to devour each whole? More importantly, why are you transfixed by their temptation… why haven’t you begun licking… kissing… nibbling… suckling… smothering such bounty in your drooling mouth? Lastly, what does a girl have to do to be kept from waiting a second longer?

Apparently your turn-on is watching me struggle and writhe in my bindings. Muffled by the gag, my hollers for freedom are incoherent and sound more like unbridled lust. Dressed in a form-fitting fishnet body suit allows you to gander at my pierced nipples’ movement as I squirm in protest. There is no need for the heavy linked collar… however it serves as a reminder of your captive possession of my body’s liberty. I also have no way to fathom what lies ahead for me in your unfolding scenario of control. The heavy metallic cuffs offer no wiggle room, effectively freezing the position of my wrists. You threaten me with penalties if I don’t keep them elevated over my head, giving you an unobstructed view of my veiled bosom as I twist and turn with futility. I wonder if I will ever thrill to your touch and whether it will be gratifying for you or punishing to me. You seem to have no immediate plans for either interaction as you circle the bed, admonishing me for my vulnerability and arousal-inducing behavior. Obviously, there is a ploy to tap into the sexual yearnings of my body’s escalating desires… and confusion of my role in this predicament. Withholding any and all pleasure, from me, is a kink I cannot understand in my unsatisfied body and mind.

The candles flicker when the screen door closes behind you. We’re alone now so we can continue our clandestine frolic out here in the privacy of the garden’s gazebo. I scurried out of the house when his car pulled into the driveway, unexpectedly. He believes I am out of town on business and is not surprised when you greet him at the door. Tasked with looking after the dogs while our work took us cross country in different directions, you are a familiar face and helpful caretaker around our house. I returned a day earlier and asked for a little help with a zipper for a mandatory gala I was attending. The dress is couture and too much silk and poofs, but I fill it out nicely and get plenty of compliments. When I came home you offered your own in the form of a hungry kiss to my décolleté. I grasp your head to encourage you to indulge yourself on my plump bosom. As many times before, we follow our bliss and soon you are pleasuring me thirstily with the undeniable stamina of a young man. I make all sorts of promises to myself that I will quit you, but I love to cum with such a forbidden lover. You assure me he has gone to bed, passed out from over drinking on the plane and will wake up with a hell of a hangover. What used to be a heavy disappointment for my perpetual sexual desires, has now become a loophole I can exploit with a willing and coherent partner. I lift the heavy skirt and invite your return beneath the crinoline. You lick your lips, still tasting of me from before and take the candelabra from my grip. Our shadows dance around the room as you move it a safe distance away. Ceremoniously dropping to your knees, I drape the dress to tent your head and thrill to your tongue slithering deeply inside me. I gasp with gratitude for your finesse and pledge my devoted reciprocation after my initial orgasm. Your muffled humming sends me elsewhere in a sex-crazed wanton trance. I am murmuring your name repeatedly when my body surrenders to my reflexes. I am cumming with rhythmic quivers that are sustained by your caresses and tongue strokes to my swollen folds. You emerge from the pheremonal dome of my dress, smiling with triumph and offering my flavor in kisses to my breathless lips. We giggle at our naughty deception, validated by my gratified exhilaration. On cue, you reverse the zipper so I can preserve the gown, and I step out of it in a snatched bustier, stockings and heels. Pushing you back into a comfortable chair it is my turn to savor you. Placing a pillow down for my knees, there is no need to coax your growth, the girth is complete and only in need of lubrication as a pre-treat for our shared penetration. While my technique has its charms, you are impatient for envelopment in my juicy sleeve. Groaning with a crazed relishing, you taunt me with admonishments for my infidelity, knowing it revs my engine. So twisted, but the results are exponentially phenomenal. I beg for punishing spanks to my bare derrière. I am turned round on all fours for the stinging swats you administer and thank you for each one, finding pleasure in the deserved pain. I can see the darkened house where he sleeps, so when you take me from behind, I am forced to envision my other, less satisfying life in the distance. The contrast of your substantial filling and devotion to a synchronous pleasure brings a self-serving clarity to the pursuit. Your thrusts are steady and true, invigorated by our communion and dedicated to an equality of souls. We cum with a joyful rapture, knowing the other is as gratified and content with the outcome.

I have my eye on one of the grips in particular. His eyes have never wavered from my face. Our eye contact has been mandated by the director for my off-camera line of sight. I imagine his weight on top of me as I’m splayed on the hood of this sports car. I fantasize about how his thrusts would feel inside me. He notices the stiffness of my nipples through the flimsy wardrobe I’ve been assigned for this flirty character. We smile at each other, probably aligned in our thinking of what could be between us. The director corrects me to more sultry expression and my dreamboat winks and reacts with a helplessly lusty look. The telltale twitch in his pants may be a promising development to be explored once we wrap.

To pass the time on our long leisurely train ride across the country, we are capitalizing on the steady rhythm of the locomotive. Our suite is well worth the money for the comfort and privacy. I have several costume changes to change-up our role-playing, all low-cut to accentuate my zoftig figure. Of course there are garters for snapping, silk stockings for decorative friction and lingerie for removing. You are also costumed to compliment the time period we’re mimicking. As a wealthy land baron, this trip traverses your real estate holdings. I am the over-sexed mistress that has all sorts of tricks to introduce in our relentless love-making to keep you hard. Quite generous with your oral skills, I know each of these scenarios will include your feasting between my thighs after nursing my oversized breasts for miles. My moans are harmonic and encouraging as I watch your consumptive quenching and prepping me for the eventual inhabitation of your profoundly responsive girth. Once I am filled completely, you urge my begging to become incoherent animal sounds to match your own.The plaintive train whistle marks our passage through railroad crossings in small towns, adding a quaint punctuating melody to the gratified music between us. The exertion of our gilded age orgasm deserves a recovery break, so we collapse atop each other, naked, depleted and still connected… lulled into a slumber of lusty dreams for each other… and our next hundred miles of creative satisfactions.

I hear my name being called from the sidewalk downstairs. You want to come up and ‘play’ for the rest of the afternoon…maybe until tomorrow morning. Normally I would drop the front door keys off the balcony, so you could let yourself in. However I’m feeling frisky and need to flirt and tease for a show of dedication and desire from you. I hang over the railing to let you survey my pendulous breasts as they succumb to gravity’s pull. Shimmying just a bit to put them in motion, your jaw drops in admiration. I delay your ascent by quizzing you about your needs and what you brought for me, despite being able to see its twitch from a distance. You grasp it to showcase the abundant growth that is being challenged by the vision of my swaying bosom. There is a beseeching tone to your hoarse voice as you speak in code about the inevitable goal you seek. The neighbors don’t need to know, they’ll definitely hear us throughout the evening. “Brought you, your favorite flavor…wouldn’t want it to melt…” “I have ways of reconstituting it if it does.” “I know I can count on you for preservation…that special trick will pay off for both of us.” “What’s the occasion, haven’t seen you for awhile?” “Thinking of you and the clever answers you always seem to have for my questions and confusion.” I’m wet imagining you deep inside me the last time, when all you could do was murmur my name over and over. No reason not to get started, so I let the keys abandon my hand into the perfect catch of your hand. You smile and in the next moment are crossing my threshold. “How dare you make me wait for this…” as you pin me against the nearest wall with your throbbing girth. So deep, so swift! The glide inside me is a tight fit but I easily accommodate the length as my own lubrication eases you inward, while I gasp with gratified moans of joy. Your own noise is aggressive and possessive, promising me a relentless reaming the neighbors will envy. I massage my breasts until your teeth and tongue take over the stimulations to my burning nipples. Backed onto a low bench, flat on my back, you straddle me to deliver your deepest probes, even as your hands do their best to caress and cradle the whole of my plumped breasts. You know my turn-ons and address them as I escalate through a series of your own tricks. On the verge of a release, I whimper in surrender to the shivers that herald my loss of control. I clench around you, to goose your synchronicity …and we cum together with a howling, certainly heard throughout the apartment complex. It won’t be the last time today and tomorrow, and I feel only the slightest remorse for the homebodies that have no choice but to imagine and picture what could alter my human voice into that of a feral animal.

This resort is a getaway for couples exploring their options with polyamorous encounters. We’re dipping our toe into the mosh pit of jealousy by witnessing our significant other finding pleasure with a randy stranger, or three. Orgies are spontaneous and there is an abundance of brazen exposure as a congenial greeting of consent for whatever follows. Obviously, the arousal runs hot from morning to night. Another kink that amplifies the encounters are the personal surveillance trackers you share with your partner… to keep tabs on the action they’re experiencing. Of course, you can opt out, but most couples find their lust increases 10 fold when a streak of voyeurism is triggered… or to simply feed their score-keeping tendencies. I, for one, thrill to the swarm of partners who gather round to exploit my large breasts with their versions of adoration. Just when I think, every sexual indulgence has been foisted upon them, another intrigued stranger offers an orgasm-inducing rapture… while servicing me with an exotic sex toy, I’ve never seen before. I check-in on you holding court with a bevy of beauties. Out of your mind with ecstasy, you are successfully multi-tasking with your dexterous fingers in one extremely noisy blonde, while your clever tongue is down the throat of an enthusiastic redhead. To hear the squeal of the raven-haired vixen bouncing on your lap, it appears your quartet will all be cumming together. I must admit your appetites can only be fed completely with a multitude of excess. My own orgasm may be goosed by this vision, however it’s my ‘suitors’ who have finessed me over the edge with their creatively consumptive suckling. Meanwhile, others’ thirsts are being quenched with the siren call of the juiciness between my thighs. Tongues are filling me in a dizzying free-for-all rotation of my invested circle of admirers. I know you are watching with envy for your favorite flavor being so voraciously devoured by others. We’re only here for a week, but I’m taking names and contact numbers to keep in touch for future encounters in exotic destinations. Now that they’ve been properly vetted as fellow travelers, the network we’re building will fill our calendar with revisits and further exploration of these erotic glories. Life’s too short to limit your orgasms to one person… or even three.

Dressing up as Cleopatra satisfies a couple of your kinks, as well as a few of my own. I thrill to the aroused adoring look in your eyes as you survey my barely clothed body. From my snaky headdress to my toe-ringed bare feet, your eyes always return to the Princess Leia snake adorned breast enclosures. The sheer less-than-a-skirt is always open to expose accessible skin for snacking and my juicy portal as the source for a thirst-quenching chaser. Claiming this is a faithful reproduction of the costume Theda Bara wore in the role taps into some deep~seated fanboy part of you that loves silent films… and early sex symbol vamps. My kinks are getting thoroughly gratified by your rock-hard arousal, communicating with my body and mesmerizing gaze as I moan incoherently from the bliss I’m giving and receiving with such gusto.

I can barely fathom how deep inside me you are in this moment. All the air seems to be pushed from my body in a rush of an exhale to accommodate the occupation. With that, a loud exclamation of exhilarated disbelief is expelled, sensing you are nowhere near finished with the invasion. There is no pain, but the exquisite pleasure is too incalculable to register. You pull me backward onto you, like a tight glove, before withdrawing slightly to regroup your forces for another inward thrust. My body flushes defensively to ease your entry with a stretch of my narrows. For a moment, it feels like there is no give left in my elasticity and I shall be torn apart from the size and your determination to fill me completely with it. My dormant pleasure sensors are awakened and a rapturous flood of tingling and desire are unleashed. I am suddenly greedy for more, welcoming what you have marshaled for the assault on my dissipating barricades. I squirm to accept it all, grinding against the throbbing flesh we share, exploiting the friction hungrily to level up my arousal. Stunned by my wanton behavior, you pause your efforts to indulge in my rabid exhibition of unending lust. There are lewd encouragements and a slap to my fanny that serves to amplify my undulations. I physically announce my impending release with clenches and quivers. You cannot help but respond to the spasmodic goosing with a return of thrusts to maximize the momentum of our capitulation to cumming. The simultaneous explosion and expulsion renders our reality ineffable in the moment… then followed with a deluge of an all consuming avalanche rushing in to fill every niche and void with pure ecstasy.

When you playfully ask for a willing volunteer to be relentlessly pleasured by a handsome over-sexed man with an oral fixation for juicy women with a propensity for their own bondage, so no reciprocation is feasible… until she cums in a cascade of multiples and is then set free to satisfy her own inherently insatiable nature gratifying the aforementioned handsome over-sexed man. I raise both cuffed and tethered hands… enthusiastically.

Perhaps the dress is a bit snug on my full figure. Sitting across from me with a front row seat, you are content to gaze at the diamond-studded chain threaded between my cleavage. I thrill to the hunger in your eyes and loosen another button to reveal more of the plump flesh to amplify your appetite. A subtle comment about the chain being attached to my labial piercing, to keep me aware of my arousability, piques your curiosity. A casual tug sends a sensation to my sensitive tenders as I demonstrate with a low satisfied moan. Unbelieving, you ask to see its length trailing to the connection. Another button is loosed to expose my belly, where it glints on the trail to my treasure. You adjust yourself, realizing and remarking about my nonexistent undergarments. I nod and smile, knowing how that affects you. Dipping my fingertips into the opening, I ask if you want a taste to ‘tide you over’ until we can escape to a more private place. Leaning in, you offer your tongue for the glistening on my fingers and I oblige with the intimate treat. You nurse to cleanse the flavors… beyond pleased. Your eyes close with ecstasy as you savor the evidence of my arousal. Reaching out to caress my bosom, your muffled groan is more of a growl. Our eyes meet as yours open, and search my reaction from touching the diamond jewelry. I give a coy, silent consent to toy with its tautness. Fascinated by my whimpering responses, your teasing continues as my lusting intensifies. So glorious and exquisite to be stimulated so intensely in public, I become breathless as a petite orgasm of restraint nears. Without let up, you continue your torment and kiss me deeply to keep our fondling a secret. Squirming with body rushes, I beg for your ceasing before we are found out… or making me cum swiftly. You choose the latter and I am gone, beyond petite and helpless to the tremors. Your hand is over my mouth to keep the release between us and no one in the crowd seems the wiser. The shudders diminish and you do the honors to button me up, murmuring of my enduring sexiness and promises to cum together once we leave this open-air concert of a baroque string quartet.