This is how we do it in these here parts.

As promised I am back to tell more tales of the celebratory phone sex sessions that my research partner and I engaged in once he received his promotions. As I alluded to in my last post there was one session that really stood out, if Carling made phone sex calls... A shining bright star of a session that was a winner on two crucial fronts, firstly it was funny as fuck and secondly it was as horny as all hell.

The scenario involved my research partner pretending to be a stranger with car trouble, caught in the rain for hours as he scoured the English Country side, desperately wandering around seeking help. I played the role of a helpful young farmers daughter who, when she found the distressed stranger on her father's land, quickly brought him inside. She got him out of his wet clothes, gave him a warm cup of coffee and asked him if there was anything he would like to eat... you're getting the idea.

Now I was already pretty damn turned on before this session began because for all the scenarios I do dress up at home. It helps me get into character!!! For the dominatrix scenario I really was doing it in knee high boots, gorgeous black see through knickers and fuck all else. For this country role play I also dressed for the occasion, as the pictures show I was wearing a tiny denim skirt, a checked shirt and had my hair tied into cute girly bunches. Which brings me to why I was turned on before we even began, as I slipped that little skirt on I realised it was a bit too big. Game on, that skirt is a size 8. So yes, as silly as it sounds that made me hot and wet, horny and happy before I even spoke to my research partner.

However, I have digressed. Getting back to the scenario, my research partner sat in the young farmers daughter kitchen, stripped to his underwear (Well she didn't want him to catch his death, that's not particularly hospitable now is it?) Cup of coffee in hand, she informed the grateful stranger that her father was away at market but he had always told her to make guests welcome in his absence, was there anything she could so to make him more comfortable she asked. Well, the stranger said, his feet were really sore after all the walking he had done, would she rub them? In fact his whole legs ached, from his tight thighs to his throbbing calves, would she rub them firmly up and down, up and down, up and down. The farmers daughter eagerly obliged, glad she could help the stranger sat in her father's kitchen.

As she rubbed away, loosening his tight burning muscles they chatted idly about country life. The stranger was keen to know how she amused herself in such a remote and isolated location, there really wasn't a soul to be found for miles. The farmer's daughter told him of all the fun she had sitting on her father's tractor as she made her way round the fields, how it shook and vibrated, rocking her tight wet pussy all the way to orgasm. She said she would show the stranger the tractor but with the weather being so bad it might be better to stay indoors, not necessarily dry but certainly warm and in a certain place between her legs burning hot. What she could show him, however, was another piece of machinery, her shiny gold vibrator that she used to please her pussy on days such as today when everyone should be inside. The stranger remarked that he could think of at least one place he would like to be inside, hard as he was as he had glimpsed at the perfectly white cotton knickers the farmers daughter was wearing, barely concealed by such a short and revealing  piece of clothing. However, just for now, he and his aching hard cock would be happy to listen and watch as the farmer's daughter showed him exactly how she amused herself on days when the weather was bad.

And show him she did, she made herself comfortable on the kitchen floor, inches from where the stranger was sat. She ran her toy all over her white knickers, enjoying the feeling of them becoming damp. When she had teased her pussy and the stranger sufficiently she pulled her knickers to one side, she ran her finger tips all over her pussy, enjoying the feeling of the wet juice on her fingers, using them to pull her clit hood back and with her other hand she pressed her toy directly onto her clit. Her deep moan and the look of lust in the stranger eyes confirmed that he did like how they did things in these here parts. 

The harder she pressed her toy onto her clit the quicker her pants  became wet and the louder she moaned. Her pussy, soaked with sweet juice, begged to be filled. She plunged her toy deep inside and let out a sigh, a mixture of relief and pleasure. The stranger moved from his chair, joined her and placed his cock by her mouth. She took his cock deep into her warm wet mouth and with the same rhythm that she fucked herself with sucked him slowly, using her tongue to tease the head of his cock, light flicks of her tongue that made his cock still harder and left the taste of pre-cum in her mouth.  As the speed the hand she was fucking herself with increased so too did the voracity in which she sucked on that cock, her spare hand caressing his balls and stroking the sweet spot of skin underneath. As she fucked herself harder and harder with her toy, the waves of pleasure eminating from her stomach letting her know her orgasm was close she paused for a second, using her finger she plunged it inside her pussy and offered it to her guest to suck. She wanted her taste to be on his lips as he came hard in her mouth, the sound of her screams in his ears as he shot his hot sticky load right to the back of her throat. And yes, they both came. Loudly. The country way of doing things advocated by both.

I hope you like the pictures I have included. I thought they might help those reading my blog to visualise the scenario I have described for you. To those who follow in far off lands, welcome back to those who are home and welcome home soon to those who are on their way back. Well done on making it through your tours!

Oh and for Peter, hope you like the link I have included just for you. I remembered you said that you liked Blur. I have no idea why you doubt my sincerity, of course my research partner and I are grateful for everything you tried to do. Dead grateful. ;)

My pictures..

For Peter...

I didn't mean to be away for so long

It is true, I didn't mean to be away for so long. However, life has a habit of throwing curve balls at you when you least expect it to so please forgive me. Take me at my word, I had things to attend to and for whatever it is worth the world is a better place for the hand I have had in certain recent events. However, I am glad it is over so I can get back to the serious business of laughing my arse off.

You would think writing a sex blog would be a fairly harmless pastime, that some girl having nothing more than a giggle in her bedroom couldn't possibly create too much fuss. Oh readers you would be wrong. Whilst I cannot say too much for fear of incriminating those who are less than innocent, sufficed to say all was well that ended well. It all did have a happy ending, good did triumph over evil. 

And it wasn't even a movie.

I would love to share the story, I would but now is the wrong time. Maybe in a future post because believe me I would love to give due credit to those who jumped on board with my ideas. To salute those who, for no good reason other than a desire to see justice be done, acted on blind faith ,at some risk to themselves and their careers to make sure that the battle could and was won. They know who they are.

Anyway there is stuff I can share with you. These include the celebratory phone sex sessions that my research partner and I have shared. There is nothing like moving up a few ranks to make a military man horny which is, of course, exactly how I like my research partner... ready, willing, able, action ready and rifle to hand. In fact there have been several sessions of note for precisely this reason since my last post. I am trying to think which one I should tell you about first. I think I will tell you about the sessions in order.

The session that took place to celebrate my research partners new pips reunited him and I with girls he had previously been training. I would like to tell you it was complete sexual high jinx, as explosive as the previous dominatrix scenario but in all honesty that would be a lie. It was a more sedate affair as sex often is when all parties are mentally drained and are grateful they are still in one piece. With this in mind the session we embarked on was more about restoring mental and physical well being as opposed to cuming countless times. The girls were very kind and under my instruction massaged my research partner's body from head to toe. They used their collective fingertips to ease his tense stiff shoulders working their healing hands down his body across his tight burning thighs until the pain vanished. 

Now of course that is not all we did. You know me better than that by now. My research partner was not the only person who had aches and pains, we three girls had aches all of our own, aches deep between our legs that only suggestive words and the use of fingers and toys would take away. We were not cruel, my research partner was welcome to listen and watch as the girls and I talked and played. Indeed he was all ears and aching cock as the suggestive words became more suggestive still, as the sounds of pleasure got louder when the toys were pressed against the collective clits harder and deeper, rubbed back and forth until all our pussies were begging for something to be plunged deep inside. 

 

And yeah we fucked ourselves silly with our toys, in fact at one point I think the girls were fucking each other with their respective toys. But we are not heartless girls. We did remember there was an officer present and that it would only be right and proper to acknowledge that. And by acknowledge I mean one girl lick his balls while the other girl used her girly soft tongue to lightly lick the head of his cock until his balls were so full and throbbing that only taking it deep into her month and sucking it hard up and down would satisfy his ever growing desires. In fact he must have needed the satisfaction she was providing because if memory serves correctly I believe he shot his hot sticky load into her warm tight mouth. Which by that point wasn't the only warm tight place that he wanted to stick his eager cock, one girl rode him hard on top and the other girl he later fucked senseless from behind doggie style. 

I like the way the army celebrate victories. 

There have been other sessions since this one but as it is late I will tell you about them next time . However, just to give you an idea of what is to, excuse the pun, come there was one quite horny scenario that took place in the country. It will make you want your car to break down more often.

One final thing, I have not shared my thoughts with those in charge about what I make of the battle that unfolded as a consequence of my blog. In fairness they haven't asked for my thoughts.  But fuck it, I am going to have my say as I have been told they follow what I write. So for whatever it is worth (now the job is done that  probably means not very much) I have included two links that encapsulate what I would like to say.

A 21st Century Vera Lynn

A 21st century Vera Lynn you ask? Well what transpired not but two nights ago brought new meaning to the phrase "entertaining the troops".

I am sure those people that follow my blog have worked out that I am a girl that does not shock easily, so when my research partner suggested that it would be a big get off for him if we did a scenario which involved me acting as a dominatrix to his tied up and tormented slave I was not shocked and nor was I surprised. I had long suspected that this might be his bag despite previous denials to the contrary. In fact, I was sure of it because in his job within the army he is in charge of a lot of people, responsible for their welfare. Why the fuck wouldn't he want to kick back every once in a while and let someone else do the thinking for him? Why the fuck not let a girl take charge? And if she happens to look cracking in a pair of knee high boots, knickers and fuck all else so much the better. Game on.

And the game was on. The scenario was planned but delayed countless times due to conflicting schedules and unfortunate acts of God that got in the way. However, the delays turned out to be a blessing in disguise. This is because in the midst of all these false starts new people came to join the party. I have referred to these girls in a previous post, the one that has the DILLIGAF video attached to it. These girls, in the windy wilds of wherever, are, in actual fact being trained as I write this by my research partner. He has been sharing this blog with these girls as a way of passing the time when their training is finished for that day. They asked if they could get in touch and so I proceeded to exchange emails with them, in which I said I was very pleased they liked the blog and good luck with their training type thing. However, what the girls really wanted to do it transpired was to join the party, Do I entertain girls? Well, I'll give it a go I thought and guess what my research partner and I agreed, the more the merrier.

Now I am fairly certain that I bit off more than I could chew, playing domintrax for the first time with not just one person but two girls and one guy. However, this in no way detracting from the fun that was had nor the multiple orgasms shared. I think my research partner died and went to heaven that night as the girls did completely as instructed, stripping him naked and tying him up, teasing and tormenting him by touching him softly and allowing him to watch while they pleased themselves and each other. His poor cock stood hard and firm as they fucked each other with toys. He had the sound of their pleasure ringing loud in his ears and the sight of naked wet pussy in front of him, too far away to touch but near enough for him to smell. Only when he had been very good and taken his mistresses punishments like a man, then and only then after being spanked was he allowed any relief for his aching eager cock and swollen balls. Only a little relief mind, as one girl licked his hungry cock up and down while the other took his balls into her mouth, slowly sucking them one at a time. 

However, ladies first. As his mistress and her two willing bitches decided we were not ready to let him cum just yet. The more he suffered the more he would like it when we released him from his torment and let him shoot his hot sticky load. No the girls, me included, were all going to cum first and let him listen to what we would all do to each other, how we would lick each other's pussies up and down and use our long girlie finger tips to press and rub our clits until they throbbed and we were dripping wet with sweet juice. He listened as we told how our pussy's ached for the feel of fingers being placed deep inside,  How we would do it slowly at first until we begged to be finger fucked harder.

And listen he did, as we played and talked our way to orgasm, each girl with a toy fucking herself hard. He listened, all he could do was listen, until we decided it was his turn. And when his turn came attention was lavished on him and his whole body. As his chest was kissed and nipples lightly nibbled by one girl, her hot breath felt upon his neck and the smell of her pussy on her finger tips, the other girls took his cock deep, deep in her mouth. She sucked long and hard on his grateful cock whilst her fingers found their way to his g spot which she stimulated gently with her fingers moving in slow certain circles. When he came, his body shook with relief and he floated for a while on his waves of pleasure.

We all had a smoke.

However the party was far from over. Each girl took a turn fucking him, riding him hard on top while the other girl and I continued to discuss what we would do to each other. He could hear every word as he was taken to orgasm once more and still more after that.

Now the best thing about this party was that every one had a good time. Indeed, I thank the girls for their kind emails that told of how much fun they had and how they would like to repeat the experience. Mistress Yasmin is pleased, please come again, and again, and again.

I am adding a link to this post because I recently started listening to the new Eminen album. There was a track on it which I think is the perfect sound track to that night. Also there is a particular line that sums up how I feel about my research partner,yes it really has been time to "to put the damn clamps down and show that hussy who is the man."