Author: YesSirAust

Housework (part 2) [Secret Sex] [Domestic Setting]

I’d spent all morning flirting, teasing and groping her when we were supposed to be quickly cleaning her parents’ house and getting out of there before they got home. They didn’t know about me. They wouldn’t have approved. I’m not sure if it was the risk of getting caught or the thrill of driving her crazy but I was very turned on.

I was tidying up the kitchen while she was in the living room folding laundry. I finished before her and came in to find her kneeling on the floor, surrounded by neatly stacked piles of clothes. Towels, her mother’s clothes, her father’s close, and her little brother’s close. I walked over and gave the towel pile a little push with my foot. It tumbled down.

“Hey!” she yelled. “I just did that.”

I smiled and reached to tip over another pile. She grabbed my wrist to stop me. I grabbed her wrist with my free hand. She tried to pull out of my grip but I was too strong for her. I freed my wrist from her grip and gave her a little push. She lost balance and slowly toppled over, right onto her mother’s neat pile of clothes. Before she could recover, I was straddling her. Read more »

Housework [Secret Sex] [Doggy] [Domestic Setting]

“I’m not working on Wed, would you like to hang out?” I asked her.

“I promised my parents that I’d go over while they were both at work and do some housework. They’ve both been so busy lately. I thought I’d help out.”

She was nice like that. I suggested I go over and help her to make it quicker and then we could go out afterwards. She wasn’t too sure because, even though we’d been seeing each other for a few months, they didn’t know about me. It was complicated. I managed to convince her.

I arrived about half an hour after her and parked around the corner so none of the neighbours would see my car out the front and say anything to her parents. She answered the door in short shorts and a little tank top. I ran my eyes over her. She smiled.

“Just in time. The washing machine has just finished,” she said, giving me a kiss on the cheek.

I hung washing while she continued tidying up. When I had finished, she was vacuuming the living room. I snuck up behind her and gave her a squeeze. She squealed, then swatted me off. Read more »

Bathroom Fuck [age gap] [public] [cuckold]

We had to be quick. We had to be quiet. She’d snuck me into the ladies of the bar and we were in a stall. She was sitting on the toilet lid, my pants were around my knees, and she was bobbing her mouth on my cock, rubbing her hands up and down my legs, over my ass, and sometimes cupping my balls, while the other stroked me in time with her mouth.

Five minutes before we were at a table, having finished lunch, sipping our drinks. Three construction workers had sat at a nearby table about 20 minutes before. They were roughly her age, maybe a touch older, but well short of mine. She was beautiful and always drew the attention of men, and women, and they’d obviously sat close to check her out.

They were 2 or 3 drinks in, and starting to get rowdy, having knocked off early for the week.

“We’ll go soon,” she said, spotting my agitation.

I nodded.

Then one of them swore loudly, telling a joke, and they all burst out laughing. It was a good excuse for me. Read more »

Sensory Deprivation [bondage] [oral sex]

She was younger than me. Not inexperienced but her experiences had just been sex. Nothing sensual. No connection. It seemed like previous partners had used her body for their pleasure only.

“I’m going to look after you,” I promised her. “I want you to just relax. Be selfish for a change. Just enjoy yourself.”

“But”

“No buts. I want it this way,” I interrupted her.

She agreed. We planned a time when we were free, with no chance of interruptions. No distractions. No need to rush.

We talked and laughed and then starting kissing. Soft, sensual, dreamy kisses. But it didn’t take long to get steamy.

“Wait here a second,” l said before heading over to my bag.

“What have you got?”

“You’ll see,” I said, pun intended.

I placed the blind fold mask over her eyes before standing her up.

“Now strip,” I ordered.

She hesitated.

“Trust me,” I whispered in close to her ear, before kissing her neck.

She did as she was told. I stood there watching her slowly remove clothes, admiring her body. Read more »

Not just a wife and mother [affair, submission]

She was a wife. She was a mother. For years she’d taken pride in doing each well. Over time, however, the importance of both seemed to wane. Children become more independent as they grow and couples drift apart. Besides she knew she was more than that.

She threw herself into a study and then work. From a part time job to a career. That had sustained her interest for a while. Then, when that became routine, she rediscovered exercise with gym and running and then her spiritual side with yoga. She was in the best shape of her life, busy, earning good money, managing her household, but still not happy. She desired something more.

Like most women, she’d read those popular novels then watched the subsequent movies. They had piqued her interest in the deeply connected, emotional, mental, and physical aspects of Dominance and submission.

She dabbled with some kink with her husband on the rare occasion they had sex. It was disappointing. She knew there was more to it. She started exploring other sources of information and came across my writing and photography.

“Your take on things seems different,” she messaged me. Read more »

Eating Her (part 2)

I leave her without a doubt as to how much I love doing it. I kiss and lick her adoringly, letting out the occasional moan as I go.

“I fucking love your pussy,” I say in a whispered growl, looking up at her, before getting back to what I was doing.

She sighs and does a little hip grind, pushing up at my mouth.

My hands wander all over her body, her thighs, ass, up to her breasts, brushing over her nipples. At some points we hold hands as I lick at her.

It’s all so sensual, gentle, dreamy, at first. No rushing. No focus on the end result. I’m enjoying the journey.

But at some point that changes. My hands slide up under her thighs, then loop back, gripping her hips, pulling her into my mouth. I hold her there as I stiffen my tongue and push it in deep, burying my face into her. Tongue fucking her.

She loves it. She lets out a groan and grabs my hair in her fist, legs spread, humping up at my face. Read more »

Eating Her

I leave her without any doubt as to just how much I love it.

I talk about it when we are planning a date or a play session. I write about it when we sext. I describe it to her when we have phone sex. And when I’m with her, I do it. Every. Single. Time.

And don’t stop until she finishes for me.

So here we are, as the sun starts to set on another work week. She’s laying on the bed, legs over the edge, dressed in her underwear, a cheeky smile on her face.

I’m stalking my prey. I’m standing at the foot of the bed, looking down, letting my eyes run over her body, letting my appetite grow. I can see her through the lace panties she’s wearing. Teasing glimpses. I know what’s down in there for me. Mine.

I step forward and stand between her legs, looking down at her.

“Take those fu^king panties off,” I say in a deep whisper.

She bites her lip, then quickly reaches down and does as she’s told, before laying back again. Read more »

“Tied” Up

Clearly in a “mood” she texted me throughout the day. It started off sweet, then turned playful, even cheeky. Later there was hot messages. Following that, demanding ones.

“Watch yourself, girl,” I replied at one point.

“Or what?” she texted back.

“Or you’re going to get it!”

“Good,” she responded.

I managed to get through my work day, distracted by thoughts of the teasing minx waiting for me at her place.

She met me at the door in 3 piece lingerie, hair done, and make-up so slutty I knew she wasn’t dressed to go out anywhere.

We kissed a hello and she said something. I was taking off my tie and running through the scenario I’d been plotting on my drive home.

Ignoring whatever she said, I spun her around mid-way through her second sentence. She let out a sensual moan. I pulled her arms behind her back and secured them at the elbow with my tie.
Then I marched her to the bedroom.

“What are you going to do to me?” she asked. Read more »