Had some good sex last night, I want to write about it and so I shall. Me and TB were on the bed watching the great British bake-off and, well, you KNOW how exciting that can be! All those people from a diverse set of backgrounds stuffed into that giant white tent, kneading their doughs and rolling their pastries while Paul and Prue watch on like a couple of baking perverts, it just gets me all hot and flustered inside and while my tummy longed for Chelsey Rolls, my pussy hungered for fat dick.

Luckily for me I always keep a source of fat dick nearby, I just needed to rend his attention from the TV so I cleverly ran a finger between the lips of my labia then held it under his nose; his eye-brows shot up and his head snapped around to give me a look that made my uterus twitch. I expect that it’s a sign you’ve found “the one” when they react so possitively to your scents; I’m not ashamed to admit that I would be a lot happier if the air always smelt like his dick, though I’d probably take it for granted if it wasn’t something I had to forage out of his pants to indulge in.

Anyway, I wasn’t in the mood for foreplay so I smiled and opened my legs and he was between them almost instantly brandishing his meaty cock and a wicked grin. Usually if I’m being this open it means I want a good, hard and deep dicking, he was already enthusiastically working a glob of spit into my swelling slit with the tip of his throbbing womb-whacker before I told him I wanted something else this time.

I wanted him to put it in then stay completely still so I could grind on him like a living, twitching dildo. We’ve done this before and it’s very much a treat for me and a test of will for him. A test of humanity, is he a human who can remain still and endure the agony and soft chewing of my pelvic floor or is he a mere animal who can’t resist the instinct to pound and breed? No need for a Gom Jabbar though, TB is the most human I’ve ever met… as long as I don’t give him permission not to be, that is, and so he put his cock in my box like a Mother Superior.

It’s hard to say which part of this whole arrangement I enjoy the most, it just increases steadily. Feeling my hole teased and stretched open to fit his head, then the first inch worked back and forth with his spit and the opening trickles of my pussy cream, when the tip first grinds terribly slowly under my g-spot, feeling the flange around the tip run over every ripple of my g-spot followed by the texture of his veins, the pressure inside my tummy while more inches burrow deep and press against my organs, when the tip first kisses my cervix, when the final inches squash my womb up against my diaphragm and he just holds it there still where I can feel the beating of his heart through his dick, these moments all compound and I can only imagine the faces I make while staring up into his face and listening to him whisper groans and lusty profanity.  Even though I’m the one on my back taking it, I can’t help but feel like the master when he’s shaking his head and wincing each time I so much as tense my tummy. Without any thrusting from him, my muscles are under no pressure to relax and I can grip him so hard I will make him cry.

And that’s how we spent the next half hour. I used a vibrator on my clit while twisting and grinding my hips as I pleased, giggling between masturbatory moans at the silly boy trapped between my legs biting his fist and swearing while my cunt chewed his cock off. I made no effort to rush myself to orgasm either, I edged myself around his increasingly throbbing rod until I felt sorry enough for him to finish. He told me he might cum if I didn’t lay off a little, he told me he could feel my pussy rolling like it was trying to suck the cum out of him, he told me my cervIx felt like it was slowly licking his glans like an ice cream, He told me he couldn’t pull out of me if he wanted to, all with an increasingly pathetic and desperate voice that made me feel all kinds of goddess-like powerful, and so, when I finally ordered him to fuck me so we could finish together, he looked almost in pain dragging his tenderised cock through the gauntlet of my vagina.

He still fucked me hard enough to knock involuntary moans out of me, though. I’m not even exaggerating, he pounded so deep that I felt it in my chest, I was a little one note piano and he slammed my key harder and faster whilst I desperately tried to hold my orgasm until he finally shot a rope of cum through my heart.

Then we watched more bake-off, usually we’d kiss and stuff for a while but he cut his moustache short and It feels bad on my face so we just held hands while his cum ran out of me :3 Pretty sure the whole “literally having the air knocked out me with his dick” thing had consequences, I feel bruised inside my body. Oh well!