Me, Her and A Broom Part 2

Part 1 can be found here.

. . The gasp that escaped her was more invigorating, as I looked down at her flawlessness. My new playground radiating  with warmth and anticipation of my touch. I lifted my right hand to feel her. Then stopped myself. A God awful song started to play. It would ruin everything. I stepped away from her grazing my fingertips against her collar-bone as I moved.

“What are you doing? she protested, hearing my footsteps move away from her.  Changing the music to a CD, and placing the song on repeat. Smiling as it started to play.

I grabbed the broom from the wall, moving it across my arm to test the sensation, slow, lightly dragged nails. “This will do nicely,” I thought.

I walked back to her and tentatively began moving the broom slowly down her chest, dragging it over her nipples. Moving it lower down her abdomen. Swirling it slowly. A moan escaped her perfect lips and I stopped to kiss them.The warm wetness of her mouth, made me want to venture lower. It was so hard not to touch her, but I continued to use the broom.  When I looked down on the trail I wanted to take her thighs were squeezed together, her ankles crossed. “Will you spread your legs for me?” I asked softly.

“I don’t think that is a good idea.” she said hesitantly

“Will you do it anyway? I just want to see” I lied.

She uncrossed her ankles and made a small space between her thighs. I moved the broom down the front of her long legs. Then slid the broom back up the inside to her left thigh, stopping momentarily to feel the heated moisture coming from her pussy on the back of my hand. I continued before crossing to the right thigh, and sending the broom down to her feet. I couldn’t resist anymore. Her warmth called to me, and I moved onto the bed with her dropping the broom.

I  moved her legs farther to give me the access I desperately needed.

“I am going to touch you now”

I sat  between her widespread legs, and raised my hands to feel her spreading her lips rubbing my fingers slowly up and down her slit.

“Oh,” she moaned,

I quickly pushed my finger inside her. making her moan louder. Her cries pushed me out of control, and I leaned forward tasting her. Licking her juices, ravishing her with my tongue. Her legs closed around my head, and she entangled my hair in her hands looking. Her hips began to buck,and I slipped my tongue against her clit.  Flicking it sucking, grazing it with my teeth, pushing my fingers in and out of her.

I felt her body responding, climbing to a peak as she moved, around me moaning and groaning. I reached above my head and grabbed her nipples, squeezing them, and as I did she seemed to burst. Covering her mouth with my hand, she moaned as the orgasm moved throughout her body, leaving her spent and me covered in her juices.

I used my arm to wipe her juices from my face in need of a towel. I Sat up, beaming at her. “I think you just squirted, Bad idea?” I asked.

“You said you just wanted to look,” she said breathless.

“I am sorry, I lied”

“I am not,” she said grabbing my arm, pulling  me down to the bed beside her.

30 Days of KINK~ Day 3

Day 3: How did you discover you were kinky?


I woke up one morning with a headache from him pulling my hair. My nipples were turning purple. I could barely move or get out of bed. He was sleeping blissfully and I was in so much pain.

Then I started to think about all that had transpired the night before. The first time he bit, and slapped my derriere until it was bright red. He bit my right nipple so hard that it sent sharp shooting pain throughout me. Combined with the pleasure he was providing everywhere else, it was an overwhelming sensation. I wanted more.

At the time I didn’t understand what I wanted more of. I was young and innocent. I didn’t know what he did to me or that there was a world out there full of more horizons to cross. My Sir often says “anyone can take someones virginity, I took your innocence. You will be reminded that it is gone and that I took it every time you touch yourself.”

I suppose after that night I knew something was different. I could never be completely satisfied with a sex life without all that he slowly introduced to me. Don’t get me wrong I LOVE vanilla sex. It simply has to share space with my LOVE for the kinky. So essentially my kink was discovered for me. I am so glad it was.