My kinks

I’m 22, but still live at home. Even though I’ve had the same boyfriend since High School, my parents let me invite men back to the house. They know what kind of relationship we have. What I’m about to share with you was so intense it sparked someone else’s curiosity in the house… My mom.

I always tried to be quiet out of fear they’d take away my house pass, but that all changed with Andre… I already posted Part One to this here:

https://www.tumblr.com/queenjennyxoxo/712249992956477440/the-night-that-woke-the-neighbors?source=share

Here’s where I left off:

I wanted to ask him if he wanted to take me upstairs. I was about to beg him to fuck me in my own bed. But he’d put me in this sub space that made any request feel out of line. If he wanted to fuck me on the kitchen counter or dinner table, I’d have let him… But he read my mind and told me to lead the way. I left my bra and panties where they were and slow-walked him upstairs. We got to the top, and he pointed to the end of the hall. “Is that your parents bedroom?”

“Yes.”

He took my hand and walked me toward their room, but I pulled back and shook my head in a silent scream of “no!” But he didn’t stop. I hoped that maybe he just wanted to fuck me right there in the hall… Maybe he wanted them to hear what he was doing to their daughter, and how much I loved it. I even thought, for a split second, that maybe he was going to open their bedroom door and make them watch, but he pulled me into the bathroom. It borders their bedroom and deep, penetrative sounds easily pass through…

I went in without turning the light on, but he flipped it on. He wanted to see me. Andre’s voice is deep enough to rattle a low bass hum through the walls, and he made sure to use it. I love being told what to do, but there was something even hotter about doing it while knowing my parents might hear. Could they hear him tell me to get on my knees? Could they hear him tell me to open my mouth? Maybe they heard him tell me how good I look sucking on his Black balls.

I wondered what they would think if they heard him tell me to choke on it, followed by sounds of gagging and spitting drool across his glistening Black shaft. Would they conjure images? Would they be angry or… Would they just sit and listen or…

Did they hear the names he called me? Could they hear him talk about my boyfriend? I wonder what they’d have thought about me getting off to another man who demeaned Mark like that. Andre ordered me to tell him whose mouth this is. “This is your mouth, Daddy,” I answered, maybe a bit more loudly than I should’ve. And that was just the first of many…

Did they hear him order me to my feet, just so he could bend me over and fuck me from behind against the sink I share with my sisters? All three of our things were there in front of me, reminding me of them… What would they think if they heard any of this?

Could they hear Andre spank my ass and call me a whore? Why did it turn me on so much more when he got louder? Why did my moans explode from my lungs without hesitation while his Big Black Cock exploded through my pussy?

When he asked whose pussy that was, I spoke loudly over the constant soaking wet smacking sounds of his body ramming into mine, “It’s yours, Daddy.” I orgasmed twice while looking at him through the mirror in front of me, watching his eyes glaze over and close then open as if he were in a trance… I loved watching the effect my tight pink pussy had on his Big Black Cock as he brought me to the corner of the counter near the toilet. I put my foot up on the edge of the seat, giving him a new angle. He slowed down and gave me singular, deep, punishing thrusts, making me scream for the first time.

My screams only emboldened him to pull out of my pussy and force his way into my ass. My mouth opened for a scream that couldn’t come out. I held that feeling deep inside, letting it build as my raised leg shook uncontrollably. Once he pushed it inside, I released everything in a long, trembling moan as he kept feeding me more and more of his hot, throbbing cock.

I kept one hand on the counter and brought the other down to rub my pussy. With my foot up on the toilet seat, I thought about Mark down there on his knees. There was enough room for his loving tongue to do what my hand was forced to do. There’s not many better feelings in this world than to have a Big Black Cock in my ass while my boyfriend tongues my pussy, in the ultimate show of love, acceptance and support.

Andre put his hand on my throat and pulled me back to shove his tongue into my mouth. He kept his hand on my throat as he fucked my ass, pulling me back toward him to spit into my open mouth. And I loved it. I loved it all.

Andre picked me up into his arms and slammed my back against the door. It sounded like we’d slammed it shut. That was the first spike of worry that burst through my brain, since I knew that would be enough to wake my parents. But as soon as Andre was back inside me… As soon as he was fucking me helpless against that bathroom door… As soon as he stretched me open wide and filled me with all nine inches… I begged him not to stop. I only wanted him to fuck me harder and faster and louder. I was cumming. The orgasm shot from my pussy through every inch of my body. His cock slipped out and I squirted like a super-soaker cannon, dousing the tile floor so much he had to stop.

He put me on my feet. Before I could grab the hand towel to throw over my soak, he pulled me away, opened the door and sent me to my room. Mmmmm “Yes, Daddy.”

I walked out, soaking wet, completely naked, reddened all over from the rough sex… I didn’t even care. I walked through that hallway and looked back to find Andre two steps behind, his cock standing straight up honing in on my ass, needing me more than ever.

He left the light in the bathroom on. He didn’t let me throw a towel down, so maybe the light was meant to be a warning to my parents not to slip on their daughter’s mess.

In the six plus years I’ve been with my boyfriend, never once has he ever caused such a violent and explosive mess. Never once had I ever had multiple orgasms from penetration sex, never mind multiple orgasms in multiple rooms of the same house. In over six years, he’d never once fucked me anywhere close to as good as Andre had just in that bathroom… And he still wasn’t finished with me.

If you’re a cuckold reading this, especially one who loves a Snowbunny like me… that’s what you most need to understand. It’s not just about size or strength or stamina or method or rhythm or power or fearlessness or dominance or contrast or confidence or any one thing… It’s all of it. It’s that combination that makes us beg for more and crave them. It’s how they make us feel when we’re oh so willing, yet helpless. Imagine sex so good they can fuck us and walk out without a kiss or goodbye, and we’ll love them even more for it. It’s so good they can call us names and punish our bodies, but that only triggers us to submit further and deeper until they truly own us. Don’t worry. You’ll always have our hearts, but they own everything else.

Would you have it any other way?

But that’s the beauty of a cuckold… You understand those triggers and needs. You embrace them. You love us so much you want us to explore and never hold back. Our pleasure is your pleasure and it takes men like Andre to make both of our fantasies come to life. That’s why Mark tells me he watches my eyes more than anything else when I’m getting fucked. So go ahead and peer into the windows to my soul. I want you to see what they do to me. I need you to feel every deep stroke and count every orgasm. 

I want you to see the smile grow on my face as he fills me with cum. I want you to kiss me and tell me you love me while his cock is still leaking inside… Then I want you to crawl between my legs and show me how much you love and accept me for who I am, for the needs I have, and the men that I crave. Keep your eyes locked on mine while you feed. Only you can me feel like a sweetly beloved princess after watching me get used like such a filthy fucking whore.

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Thanks for reading!   XoXo Jenny

This really happened with us! My job sent me to another country for an entire month for a project. Tom and I made love that morning, and then I locked him up immediately afterward. For the entire time, I thought about him back home, totally under my sexual control, and not able to do anything about it. Near the end of my assignment something "clicked" for me, and I began to look at the situation differently, it became less of a bedroom game and more serious to me.

When I got back home, I told him that I wanted him to remain locked. He put on his Vixskin, and we made love for a long time (after all, it was a whole month for me, too!). While we made love, I told him that I didn't want to unlock him yet, and that I wanted all the decision about him being locked or unlocked to be all mine. I wanted the power to decide to keep him locked for a week, or a month, or even a year with no arguing or complaining. I told him that I wanted the absolute control over that part of him.

Naturally Tom was so aroused that he would have agreed to anything 😈.