Dirty Talking Man

Bliatz wrote the following in her post titled "Maybe I should ask him...":

Maybe I should get down on my knees and ask him if he
will make me stand facing a wall. If he will lift my
shirt and press my naked tits against the wall while
shoving down my jeans. Take a firm grip in my hair by
the roots and pull my head back while pushing my
panties to the side. Tell me to spread and start
teasing my pussy lips, sliding his fingers between
them. Spreading them with his fingers. Placing his
throbbing cock between my swelling labia, making me
suck and kiss the head with my pussy. Making me beg
him to fuck me. Removing his hand from my hair,
pressing it against my throat, choking me while
ramming his cock up my cunt, hard. Describing,
whispering, moaning in my ear what my slutty little
pussy feels like. What I am (a whore, a fuck toy, a
filthy little nasty bitch, cock loving little slut...).
That he owns me. That he owns every orgasm I
have. And that I should never, ever forget that.

Or maybe I should ask him if he will, please,
blindfold me, tell me to open my mouth and mouth fuck
me until tears pool in the darkness behind the
blindfold and spit runs down my chin. And if he will
tell me to lie on my back on our dining room table,
head over the side. And if he will take the flogger
and work my tits and clit with it while mouth fucking
me until he comes deep into my gagging throat.

Or maybe ... maybe I should ask him to restrain me,
tie me to a door, arms over my head. Gag me and lift
my blouse over my tits. And then leave me there. Come
back after a while and start abusing my erect nipples.
Suck and bite them, telling me that he wants to stuff
my pussy so hard I'll want to scream. And that this is
the reason for the gag. And maybe I should ask him if
he will take a chair and place it in front of me. Sit
down and slowly lift my skirt. Tease my pussy with his
tongue and fingers. Working it. Non stop. Tell me how
dripping wet I am getting. Get up, remove the gag and
make me suck his fingers, glistening with my musky,
spicy sweetness. Put the gag back and continue working
my pussy with his fingers. Three. Fucking me with them
while circling my clit with his tongue, teasing me to
the brink of orgasm. Laughing at my wriggling and
moaning. Four fingers. Expanding me. Working harder.
Working to get in, past the knuckles. Fucking me as
deep as they can go, the movement stopped only by the
thumb. Licking me harder, spreading his fingers inside
me, massaging that cunt from the inside, making me
roar and try to escape, arms held in place over my
head. And if he will try. Just try. Try to get past
that thumb. And fuck me so deeply that my legs will
start shaking in those high heeled boots. And have me
cum so hard, dangling from those ropes, that my juices
will flow down his arm. And maybe I should ask if he,
then, will tell me I was a good girl for taking such
pussy abuse, untie me and command me to my knees. Tell
me to look him in the eyes and open my mouth as he
shoots his load over my face and tongue. Cumwhore!

This was my inspiration for an afternoon of sex with my partner at the time, Jamie. I did most of the things Bliatz described above. I don't have a gag, but I did tie her down on her dining room table. I didn't tie her to the door, but tied her spread eagled on the bed. After having her face up, flipped her over and worked her from
behind (still tied down). I lubed up her backside, inserted one finger, then two to get her ready for my dick. I placed her dressing mirror so that we could see ourselves from that additional angle.

I left Bliatz's unintended script for a variety of other things, never got to cum on her face, but did cum while fucking her from behind with her urging me on to a rip-roaring orgasm. Jamie wrote me tonight, "You wiped me out! Every time I walk or sit down, I'm reminded of this afternoon (that's a good thing)."