Handjob

I enjoy giving my guy a handjob. I did it over the weekend.

"I often picture being bent over a boardroom table by you," I said, holding his erect cock in my hand.
"Yes," he said.
"I'm wearing a tight blouse and a short black skirt that barely covers my butt. My legs are bare," I noticed.
"I love that," he said, getting more aroused.
"Do you love f*cking slutty girls?" I asked him, which got him extremely horny.
"I love f*cking a cute Chinese girl," he confessed.
"You can all day long, you know," I hinted.

My guy came a lot. His cum ran down his cock and coated my hand. He was happy. I was, too.

Y is for yawning

It has dawned on me that I am nearly done with this month's Blogging from A to Z challenge. Time flies.

I supposed that it's a bit early to do some sort of retrospective. I enjoyed this year's far more than last year's. I am guessing that it's because both my guy and I have have been pretty content as of late. It makes a huge difference on so many levels.

My guy is still on the road. He just finished a week working in Budapest. He had to catch a 06:00 flight to get to Dublin on Sunday.

We talked briefly on Skype on Sunday afternoon (his evening):

"How are you holding up?" I asked him.
"Everywhere I go, I sleep. I slept waiting for my flight, on my flight, in my hotel room,... pretty much anywhere," my guy said, yawning afterwards.
"So, you're sleeping around?" I joked.
"Yes, I sleep around as much as a prostitute does," he confirmed.
"So I should call you my slutty sleepyhead?" I asked him.
"Sure!" 

I rarely yawn. I only do when I am exhausted. Throughout the day, I don't. I am not sure why that is.

I have been pretty tired these days and spent this weekend sleeping more than I usually do. On Friday night, I slept for nine hours. On Saturday night, I slept for eight hours.

My guy and I enjoy sleep. My guy needs more hours than I do. He really is my sleepyhead.

Hard, sound spanking and more

I was working from home on Monday morning. It was just before 13:00 and I was about to grab some lunch before heading into the office. My guy (MG) logged on to Skype and started a conversation with me. It was nice, but I was shocked. He knows that I go into the office on Mondays, so we tend to chat when I'm there.

My guy is in a course all week. Here's an excerpt from our Skype chat:

MG: Hey there
Me: Hey
Me: How goes it?
MG: Same old, same old
MG: Just started the advanced course. Guess who's in it
MG: The cool couple :)
Me: Who's the cool couple?
MG: The two guys from the other course
Me: Ah, you must be having such a fine time then! :)
MG: oh yeah. I'm ignoring their asses big time.
Me: So, I suppose that you need more breaks.
Me: lol
Me: It's nice hearing from you
MG: You, too.
MG: Are you coming to the office today?
Me: I am, or is that a warning sign that I should say home for some reason?
MG: No, it is not a warning sign :)
MG: It would be nice to see you
Me: That's sweet
Me: Seeing you would be great
MG: You're a doll ;)
Me: :)
Me: An occasional talking one
MG: lol
MG: Let's see if you close your eyes when you go on your back
Me: lol
Me: I think that you know the answer to that!
MG:Yes I do lol
MG: I like to play with dolls. Undressing them and all
Me: I'd like that... kinda miss that.
MG: Me too
Me: :)
Me: I gotta grab some lunch before I head into the office. I will see you soon.
MG: Sure. Drive carefully
Me: Will do. Have fun ignoring those jerks.
Me: :)
MG: I will :)
Me: :)

I got to work. My guy came to see me during a break from his course. We caught up.

"Software developers think that I am from Venus," I said to my guy.
"Venus, huh?" my guy pondered. "You must be a goddess. Well, you are to me."

My guy said again that I would win a performance award at work next year. He's kind, but I doubt that I will, despite my putting in a ton of hours and work.

"I'm in professional services," he said to me.
"I must be a part of the unprofessional services" I joked, hinting at our time spent in the treehouse.
"We should have a meeting today," my guy hinted, looking at my breasts.
"Yes, we need to have a discussion."

My guy was done with his course at 17:15. We left our floor and headed to the elevators. We got an empty elevator to ourselves. My guy stated that he loved the double-V sweater that I was wearing as we walked into the empty elevator. The doors closed. He groped my right buttock as I caressed the back of his head and kissed him passionately.

We headed to our respective cars and drove over to our usual place. He greeted me by groping my right buttock again before I climbed into the backseat of his car. Yep, we were ready for treehouse time.

We started off by kissing. We usually do. I could tell that my guy had truly missed me. He was giving me tons of kisses down my neck, my shoulders, and just under my right breast. It was nice as I cupped the back of his head in my right hand, caressing it while enjoying his sweet lips pressed against my skin.

He lifted up my bra and sucked my right nipple. It was heavenly. He nibbled on it for a bit and went back to kissing around my breast.

"I want to eat you," he said in his usual sexy voice. It was nice.

My guy was really into me. I ended up lying on my back, stretched out in the backseat. He was right on top of me. He lifted up my sweater and kissed my tummy, which made me giggle. Yep, I'm ticklish.

He did something different. He kissed my belly button and used his tongue to lick around it. Yep, I'm ticklish, but it was nice. No one has done that before. He told me later that he loves my belly button.

We hugged a bit before he rubbed my crotch. He didn't undo my pants just yet. I was already turned on by all the butt-groping action that it didn't take much effort for me to come.

He undid my pants. It made me laugh. He eventually got my pants down. He also slid my lacy panties down while we were kissing.

He led me over his knee. He was fingering me from behind. I was incredibly wet.

"You're such a slut," he insisted. Without much warning, his firm hand landed across my bare left buttock.

I could tell that this was going to be a hard spanking. He did not disappoint. He scolded me and spanked me a number of times in rapid succession. Six hard whacks landed on my left cheek, followed by the same number on the other.

"Are you ever going to learn?" he asked rhetorically, continuing to punish my backside.
"It hurts, sir," I said, feeling the warmth and sting.

He fingered my clit between the sets of smacks that he was performing across my now sore backside. He finally stopped spanking me and decided to finger me to orgasm. It was wonderful. I rested across his lap, limp, but happy.

We kissed some more. We talked briefly.

"I'm sorry that I hit you so hard," he told me apologetically.
"No, you're not," I said, which made him chuckle. "You enjoyed every moment."

A few moments later, he confessed that he liked spanking me hard.

"You have become a great spanker," I said, complimenting him.
"I do enjoy spanking you."

It was now round three. He was fingering my butt.

"Do you feel like a slut?" he asked me.
"I have felt like a slut when I climbed into the treehouse," I replied.

I was still bent over his lap. Instead, I rubbed my face against his hard cock that was still housed in his briefs and pants. I came again.

"I'm dopey," I admitted, sounding childish.
"But, you only came three times," my guy reasoned.

He unbuckled his belt. His slacks slid down. He pulled his briefs off.

"Can you touch my thighs?" he asked me politely.

Being dopey, I gently rubbed the inner part of his right thigh. He knows that I like squeezing that part of him and I did just that. He likes when I do that, too.

I moved to his other thigh, squeezing under his thigh and rubbing the length of it. I found his left buttock and I groped it. He quietly moaned. He still makes me believe that he is a good candidate for being spanked if he likes having his bottom squeezed and caressed.

I wrapped my hand around his erect cock. He started to jerk him off. I wanted to suck him and did just that. I got down on my knees in the treehouse and started sucking the tip of his penis. I then worked my way down the shaft. My guy had his eyes closed, definitely enjoying the experience as he continued to finger my butt.

"Do you like sucking me?" he asked. I mumbled something that resembled an affirmative response.

He told me, as usual, that he was about to come. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and he came. He was dopey, but not enough to not make me come again. It took a bit longer, but I did.

"Are you not going to let me sit down?" I asked him, as he still had his finger up my butt.
"I like it there," he admitted. "It's nice to have it hug my finger."
"Well, it's going to look funny when I'm at the grocery store and your finger is still up my ass," I stated. "I'd have to say to the cashier, 'Don't mind him. He's with me.'"
"He's in me," my guy said, laughing.

We cleaned up with my finding the box of tissues and my guy trying to get them out of the box. I held the box down to make it easier. The box was on his chest for the longest time until I managed to move it.

We cuddled afterward, with my head leaning on his chest, like we normally do. My guy drifted off and snored for a bit. He knew that he had, too. We were holding hands. I was rubbing his thumb with mine, which was reminiscent of when we both hinted that we liked each other. We both agreed that we liked this moment a lot.

Naturally, we chatted some more. I may need to talk about that in another post.

He's back and so was treehouse time!

On Monday, my guy and I saw each other at work for the first time in over a week. Seeing him was a sight for sore eyes. I mean that literally. I was working away at my cubicle, staring at the computer monitor when he walked in.

We talked for quite some time. It was nice to catch up.

What? We didn't immediately drive over to our regular spot and climb into the treehouse? Oddly, no, we didn't. We chatted for what seemed to be hours.

Treehouse time was on Wednesday.

My guy was in a training class all week. Our company has clients in this training class who do pre-sales. On Monday, my guy had mentioned to me that the class was boring and suggested that I come visit him.

So, he came up from the training room to see me on Wednesday. We could both tell just by looking at each other that we were happy to see each other. He asked me how my drive into work was. I asked him how training was going. It was a nice ten-minute chat.

I then whispered to my guy whether the offer to visit this training class was still on. It was.

Did I tell you that the part-time writer at work drives me nuts? Well, going to this training class was a nice diversion. I took my laptop and cell phone with me, and walked to the elevators with my guy.

We got into an elevator. We had it all to ourselves. The doors closed. I caressed the back of his head as our lips met. My guy was hugging me with one hand and rubbing my crotch with the other.

"I've missed you," I said, as we briefly parted lips for a few seconds.
"I have missed you, too."

We kissed a bit more before we got to the main floor. We walked to the training room. My guy introduced me to the four clients. The training course then continued.

I had taken this course a couple of weeks ago, so I had all the examples coded and took them out. My guy sat next to me. He discreetly touched my back and right shoulder. It was nice.

After the course was over for the day, my guy and I walked out of the room, and waited for an elevator. We got into yet another empty one. We got in. The doors closed.

"You look exceptionally pretty today," he said to me in a seductive tone.
"I think you're delusional," I said, as I leaned in to kiss him.
"Maybe I have just missed you," he admitted, as we kissed again.

The doors opened a floor earlier than expected. We hit the proper floor number.

"I don't know what I am doing," my guy stated.
"Me, neither. It's okay," I responded, as we kissed some more.

The doors opened. We got out of the elevator. It was the correct floor, too.

"Let's get out of here and have some treehouse time," my guy stated.
"Sounds perfect."

The only thing that wasn't perfect was that it was my time of the month. So, I couldn't share the fun of using my new vibrator with my guy. It just meant that I could focus more on my guy.

We drove to our usual spot and got into the treehouse. We held hands. He kissed the back of my hand, which he finds smooth. We continued from where we had left off. We locked lips and kissed. French kissed. Licked lips. Kissed.

My guy kissed my chin, which he has always found to be cute. He proceeded to kiss my face and my neck.

My hand moved down to his left side. He did the same to my right side, except that I started to giggle. I am ticklish.

"You are so sweet," he said to me.
"Because I am ticklish, right?"

My guy finds my being ticklish to be sweet and cute. It doesn't bother him one bit.

I had my left hand squeezing his right thigh. He moved my left hand over to his crotch. His penis was hard. I held it in my hand. It was erect.

He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers, pulling them and his briefs off. I started to jerk him off.

"You are so angelic," he said in a relaxed voice.
"I am your angelic slut," I said.
"I love that."
"I am angelic to everyone. But, no one knows that I have another side. I am your slut and only we know about that side."
"I love both your sides," he stated, as I continued to give him a handjob.

Last week on Skype, my guy had pointed out that it has been a while since I gave him a blowjob. So, I made amends and went down on him, inviting his hard cock into my mouth. I sucked the tip of it for a bit before I started licking his cock's shaft while moving my lips up and down it. He moved his hand down to my left buttock. He pinched and groped it. It turned me on immensely.

My guy was thoroughly enjoying it. I moved my hand from under his right thigh and played with his balls.

Moments later, he came. He entered dopey mode. I asked him if he was happy. He was. His being happy makes me happy.

"It's nice that I can touch both your heads simultaneously," I said, with my right hand still holding his cock and my left hand caressing his head. He laughed.

What was particularly special to me was my kissing his forehead and head several times. At one point, I rested my cheek on his head between kisses. I enjoy tender moments like this one. He had a permanent smile on his face.

We definitely had missed each other. We talked for quite a bit afterward. It was nice to catch up and to spend some quality time with him again.

One-year anniversary - celebrating it with phone sex

It has been three months since my guy and I have used Skype to chat. He is in India on business for a couple of weeks.

As I had briefly mentioned in my last post, I was bummed that my guy had said hi on Skype on Tuesday morning and then signed off. I had missed him by ten minutes.

On Thursday, we finally got to message each other on Skype. He had signed off so quickly on Tuesday because he has been jet-lagged. For the first few weeks in Calcutta, he would leave work, head back to his room at the hotel, and sleep. So, that was his main reason for not being online.

He was finally getting used to the ten-hour time difference. We talked about regular stuff online. We then moved to chatting on Skype. It was wonderful to hear his voice.

It has been a year since we have been together. He had told me last year that he found me attractive in our communal kitchen at work. We first really talked about ourselves and about what we enjoyed from an intimate, sexual perspective on Skype. So, chatting on Skype is special to both of us.

I still find that I am not as good doing phone sex as he is. Still, I can manage to get him off, so I can't be as bad as I think I am.

We chatted on Skype for a good hour, catching up on our lives. I missed him a lot. He felt the same way about me.

Our relationship continues to grow. In the past, we wouldn't really spend that much time on Skype chatting about what we ate for dinner or about my crappy Internet connection at home. But, we enjoy hearing what we have to say. We are good friends, which helps a ton in keeping a healthy relationship going, among other aspects.

My guy hadn't had dinner yet. So, we decided to break for a bit and come back. He said that "we'd get naughty" upon his return.

We reconvened on Skype. He asked me what I was wearing. I was working from home. I was in a tight, grey, short-sleeved t-shirt. I had a lacy, cream-coloured bra underneath. I was also wearing a pair of short shorts and a navy blue pair of lacy panties. My guy approved what I was wearing.

Phone sex with him is terrific. He knows what buttons to push without any hesitation.

"You know that I don't like when you are not online when I want you to be," he stated sternly.
"I was online, but I had to walk away briefly," I reasoned. "It wasn't my fault that you were impatient and logged off in less than ten minutes."
"You have a new cell phone," he pointed out. "You could have logged on to the Skype application, had it on vibrate, and placed it between your legs. When I would send you messages, you'd know."
"My phone doesn't have a case yet," I pointed out.
"Well, the point is that you need to be online all the time and you weren't," he said. "Besides, I would be making you happy if we had used your phone that way. We want to do the opposite. You need a good spanking for what you have done."
"I don't think so," I replied. "You're just being your usual mean, cruel, unreasonable self."
"Oh, really?" he mocked while questioning me. "You need to remember what you have done wrong."

He pointed out that my wearing my usual Gap jeans wouldn't be good, as it provided a bit of protection. He told me that he'd pull them down, exposing my lacy black panties covering my backside. He also would expose my legs.

My guy talked about using a wooden ruler hard across my backside, occasionally checking to see how wet I was. He said that he wouldn't hesitate to slap the backs of my thighs and calves. He then said that he's stop using the ruler and switch to spanking me with his bare hand. Hard smacks would ensue. I was incredibly turned on. 

"Have you learned your lesson?" he asked me.
"Maybe," I said deliberately.
"Maybe? That's not good enough. You need far more discipline than I had imagined. I will tell you what. I will remove my leather belt, fold it up, take down your panties, and strap you."

My guy always brings an element of surprise to whatever we're doing. I don't like the belt in a real spanking, but it does make me extremely horny when I think about it.

"But, the belt will hurt," I whined.
"Your opinion is irrelevant," he pointed out. "It's what I want that is important. You are a slut. You are my slut and you need to remember your punishment, so it doesn't happen again."

He made me beg for him to stop and to tell him that I would be good.

"How are you going to make up for your disobedience?"
"Whatever you want me to do, I will do it," I replied without hesitation.
"You don't know what your master likes?" he asked me.
"I want to suck you."
"Yes, that is what I want," he said approvingly.

What is interesting is that my guy has never used master in any conversation that we have had. It's significant to me.

I described to him that he'd be standing up. I'd undo the button on his trousers and unzip the fly, pulling them down. I'd then take down his briefs. I'd kneel in front of him. I would then ask him for permission to hold his erect cock and place it in my mouth.

I'd look up at him. I'd kiss the tip of his penis and start licking it. I'd put more of his cock in my mouth, continuing to lick and enjoy having it move up and down in my mouth, feeling like a whore. I told him that he'd push the back of my head, so that I could have more of him in me, regardless of whether I felt like gagging. I liked the thought of him grabbing my hair.

I described having my manicured fingers wrapped around his cock. It didn't take too long for my guy to ejaculate.

It was midnight his time. He was content. He was sleepy. If I were with him, I would tuck him into bed, kiss his forehead, and cuddle up next to him.

Happy first year being together, sweetie.

Reunited with sucking and lopsided slaps

My guy goes on business trips fairly often. As of late, he hasn't travelled anywhere. He may have an upcoming trip to Dubai, but nothing has been finalized.

I feel selfish to a certain degree. I like that we spend more time together when he's not on the road. However, I know that he misses travelling, so I feel for him and want him to travel soon. It was also a bit strange that I took a week off to go on vacation and he was here. Needless to say, we had both missed each other.

We kept in touch during my entire vacation, so it wasn't too bad. However, we did miss being with each other physically.

So, we finally saw each other on Wednesday when I got to work. My guy was wearing a blue, long-sleeved shirt. He looked good in it. Blue suits him. He paired his shirt with a nice pair of charcoal grey slacks.

We talked for a bit. I told him that I was pulled over in Ohio for exceeding the limit by 15 mph. The state trooper let me off the hook, likely because I was a tourist. My guy thinks that the trooper thought that I was cute. He had to let me go. I figured that this incident would be a playful reason for me to be spanked. After all, when my guy got caught for speeding in Pennsylvania, he was fined.

My guy came over to my cubicle and we talked. He rubbed my shoulders and neck. I ended up rubbing my forearm against his cock, which was starting to get hard. He suggested that we have a meeting. I was game.

My guy and I sent instant messages on Skype for a bit. He asked me how my pussy was. We have both nicknamed each other's private parts. I told him that my pussy has been lonely for over a week. He indicated that he could rectify this issue. I assumed that the feeling was mutual with his cock. Yep, I was correct.

He left work at 17:20. I followed suit, but had to change into a denim mini skirt. I met up with him at our regular spot and climbed into the backseat of his car, which we affectionately call the treehouse.

My guy had taken off his blue shirt. He was wearing a white tank top, which looked good against his nicely tanned skin. I handed him my wooden ruler.

We looked at each other. He said that I looked good. He did to me. We immediately kissed. I definitely had missed his tender, sweet lips pressed against mine. It was enjoyable to make out with him. After all, it had been nearly two weeks since we last were together.

I was playing with his chest, running my fingers through his chest hairs. We briefly talked between kisses.

"I have missed your lips," he said. "You're beautiful, amazing, sweet, cute, and adorable."
"I like this look," I pointed out, enjoying caressing his bare shoulders.
"The wife-beater look?" he asked me. We both cracked up laughing.
"No, that's not what I meant! It's the access to your chest that I love."
"I know," he said, as we both continued to chuckle for a bit before we continued kissing passionately.

He played with my breasts, taking them out of my black lacy bra. He pinched my nipples. I loved it.

He then played with my pussy, eventually fingering my clit and butt. He is wonderful at pleasuring me. I reached orgasm and was content laying there in his arms for a bit. He tenderly kissed my forehead. He still had his hand in my pussy. He liked the look of it.

He wasn't done with me. He wanted me to come again. This time, he decided to slap my right buttock repeatedly with the wooden ruler as he continued to finger me.

"You know that you can't go on vacation like that," he reasoned, slapping the ruler against my right buttock, which was barely protected by my lacy black underwear and short skirt.
"But, I needed to take time off," I explained.
"You weren't there to suck me," he said, continuing to assault my buttock with the ruler.
"I had sucked you twice the week before I went away," I pointed out. That wasn't a good idea. More smacks took place.
"When I need you to suck me, you need to be there for me," he stated. He lifted up my skirt and slapped me even harder with the ruler.
"Ow!"
"Are you going to leave me all alone with no slut like you to suck me?" he asked rhetorically and then slapped my buttock repeatedly.
"No, sir."
"You know that I can't go out and find another slut. You are my slut," he said, slapping away.
"That hurts!"
"You deserve it," he stated. "Are you going to suck me today?"
"Yes," I said.

He stopped spanking my right buttock and focused on making me reach orgasm again. He told me to come like the whore that I was. I was incredibly aroused that it took little time for me to come. I was so happy. He was, too.

My guy pulled down his trousers and briefs. His penis was erect. I asked him if I could suck him. He let me.

He told me that he loved what I was doing to him. He had missed my mouth wrapped around his member, taking it in and out, and licking it. I played with his balls simultaneously. It was enjoyable pleasing him. He came. He became dopey. My mission was accomplished!

He said the sweetest compliments. I love him and when he does that.

"You're being super sweet," I pointed out.
"That's because you are super sweet," he replied, still dopey from my sucking him.

We chatted for quite some time. Before we said goodnight to each other, I asked him if I could give him a hug. He didn't mind. He commented that he could tell by my hug that I had missed him. It was nice to be in his arms, safe and loved.

I went home and looked at the damage that my guy had done to my right buttock. It was nice seeing red marks hours after being spanked. It was great to be back from vacation.

Getting pinched, pleasured, and spanked on a Friday

On Wednesday, it was clear that my guy and I would be scheduling some time in the treehouse on Friday. Towards the end of that day, he whispered two words in my ear: black panties.

Friday had finally arrived. I got to work at my usual time and talked with my guy, who was pleased to see me. We chatted throughout the day. I actually initiated a conversation with him about needing some information from him. He had a couple of files that I could use on his USB flash drive.

When he first handed over his USB drive, which was attached to his keychain, our hands automatically touched. I squeezed his hand and he reciprocated. We then continued our sexual innuendo-based conversation from Wednesday.

"I wonder what this key does," I said, looking at my guy's keychain. He came over to talk to me.
"Are you pushing my buttons?" he asked, as we were both looking at his car fob.
"I am holding your stick," I said, referring to the USB flash drive.
"Now you have made me blush," he said, but we both knew that he was acting there.

As for the part-time colleague, we both made her feel a bit uncomfortable. It wasn't the content of our conversation. It was that she couldn't interject and contribute to the banter. Where do you go with that, really?

I had a brief conversation with our boss about work. He then brought in my guy to talk about creating a video to train a customer services manager who does not know how to use a software application. My guy suggested that I record a video. I told them that no one wants to hear my voice. My guy said that folks are likely tired of his voice. Our boss agreed that having a female voice would be good, but we were all joking about this task. My guy mentioned husky in the conversation, which we both knew was a reference to mine. My guy loves my voice and has told me that it gets husky whenever we engage in phone sex.

My guy teased me in front of our boss. My boss said that my guy was playing a third-party psychological test on me. I told my guy that he needed psychological help. He thanked me. I was planting another seed.

On Skype, my guy asked me when we'd be heading out. I said that I would in ten minutes. I tend to leave first. My guy follows suit shortly afterwards, simply because I start my workday earlier than he does. It just makes sense that we punch out in that order, so it doesn't look like he is goofing off. Then again, it is Friday. Goofing off is okay.

I drove to our local spot. Before I had left the office, my cell phone was completely dead. I decided to pull battery out and reseat it. That worked. By the time my phone was powered up, my guy had parked his car next to mine. I had the windows down. He got out of the car.

"Does your phone work?" he asked me. Before I could answer, I knew that he couldn't care less anymore.
"Yes, see," I said, showing him my phone as if I were a little girl.
"Wow!" he said. He was looking at my bare thighs. 

On Monday, he had asked when I would be wearing a skirt again. I decided to find my short, black mini skirt and wear it for this occasion.

I got into the backseat of his car, which is our treehouse. I wasn't sure how graceful an entrance I'd make wearing such a short skirt. He didn't care. He liked what he was seeing. His hand immediately touched my left thigh.

We kissed. A lot. The usual. I unbuttoned his shirt and caressed his toned chest.

He played with my breasts. He then adjusted my blue t-shirt and slipped it off my left shoulder to show my black bra strap. He then pulled my shirt down a bit and took out my left breast.

I enjoy when he adjusts my clothing and how I am seated. I feel like a helpless doll, which is completely different than how I am in the real world.

"See, wearing a short skirt has its benefits," he stated, as we were embracing. "I have full access to you."

He took my left leg and put it over his lap. He moved his hands up and down my leg. I could tell that he loved feeling my leg. He took my other leg and put it up against the armrest. My right foot was nearly touching the steering wheel.

My guy lifted my skirt up and played with my black lacy panties that I was wearing. He started fingering my clit, which derived so much pleasure, as usual. He then moved to fingering my butt simultaneously.

"Do you want another finger in your pussy?" he asked me. I knew that my answer was pointless.
"Yes, sir," I said.
"I won't do it just yet," he said.
"When will you?" I asked, in an anxious, disappointed tone.
"I don't have to tell you that," he said. "It's up to me."
"I will be patient," I said.

At one point, he had all four fingers in my pussy. I moaned. He did something different.

"Have you ever tasted your juices?" he asked me.
"No," I admitted.

He took his hand out of me and smeared my juices all over my face. He then continued to pleasure me.

It took a bit longer for me to reach orgasm, but I eventually did. As usual, after I come, I tend to rest limp.

I then told him that I didn't like my face smeared. He laughed. He immediately took out his bottle of aftershave, put some of it on a paper towel, and wiped my face.

"I hope I got all of it off," he said.
"I think that you did," I replied. I liked this pampering part. He's good at it.

I rested for a bit before we had round two. My guy likes to actually look at my pussy these days. He is the first guy I have ever been who has loved to look at it. He pulled my black panties down to my thighs and admired the sight of them against my skin.

"Do you feel like a slut?" he asked me, as he was pleasuring me with two fingers up my pussy.
"Yes," I admitted it.
"Because you are," he reinforced and slapped my left cheek with his palm. I liked it.
"I know," I said. He slapped my right cheek to even everything out.

I could feel the pressure as he had four fingers up my pussy and his thumb up my ass. I was so turned on. He then pulled his hand out.

He asked me to masturbate like I do when we are on Skype together. He worked on my butt simultaneously, telling me how many fingers I could use. He allowed me to use two fingers. He used the same number of fingers up my ass. It didn't take must to get me off. I did, feeling dopey, but in a good way afterward.

I finally opened my eyes. My guy was lovingly looking into my eyes.

"You are so gorgeous," he said. "You are like a schoolgirl lying there, letting me have my way with you in the backseat."

I was so relaxed. My guy took my left hand and cleaned it up. I knew that he enjoyed looking at my manicured fingernails as he was doing the cleaning.

My guy continued playing with my pussy. It was sweet how he was rubbing it.

Round three. Yes, I wasn't expecting round three.

He started pinching my pussy lips and then pinching my buttocks. I loved the sensation, although it hurt.

"You know, all week, you have made nasty remarks about me to colleagues at work," as he continued to do a pinching number on my backside.
"I was teasing you," I said.
"You didn't think that I wasn't going to punish you, did you?"
"I'm sorry," I said, letting him know that my butt was getting sore.
"Sorry isn't good enough," he stated sternly.
"Ow! My butt hurts, sir."
"It's supposed to hurt."

And, he fingered me yet again. He has magical fingers. I was surprised that I got off again. I was also spent. I rested in his arms. He kissed my forehead.

After he had cleaned up, he rubbed my legs and caressed my face. He's sweet that way.

His right hand moved to caressing my backside. He then lightly smacked my bottom and the intensity started to increase.

"What's that for?" I asked him.
"For being a brat this week," he admitted with a smile. "I love your reaction to when I finger you."
"What do I do?" I asked him, not completely aware of what I do.
"You moan. You breathe more heavily. When I smack your buttocks, you hug me tightly, like you're doing now."

I wanted to work on him, but he was okay with focusing on me today. He wanted to make me happy. He also liked what he was seeing. He told me that hiding my sexy legs in pants was a shame and then smiled at me.

We then went back to square one. We kissed passionately. I especially like to cradle the back of his head as we kiss.

"I could kiss you for hours," he admitted. "I love your full lips and your tongue."
"Which tongue?" I joked.

After two hours, we got out of the car and embraced. I could feel how hard his cock was. I knew that we'd be working on him soon.

I love when the workweek ends on such a good note.

Slapping, orgasmic time in the treehouse

It has been great having my guy back. I am a bit behind with my posts. I would love to describe what we did today, but I need to talk about Wednesday's fun first.

I got to work in the afternoon and started chatting with a colleague. My guy then came over to our cubicle area and said hi to me. It was nice to chat with him.

He then came over to my desk with his wired mouse. He was having problems with using it on his laptop. He wanted to try the USB connection on my laptop, to diagnose the problem. He talked about "popping," which made me tease him over taking pills to get him high. His mouse worked fine on my laptop. I gave it back to him. He took the cord and playfully whipped my right arm with it.

"Bad, Cutiebootie! Bad!" he said with a smile.
"Is that it?" I asked him playfully.
"You'll have to make it up to me later," he said with a sheepish grin on my face.

I decided to lend him my extra wired mouse. I reached over the cubicle wall to pass it over to him. He held my hand and the mouse. It was sweet.

We all talked about camping. He showed us pictures of a caterpillar on his head. It was cute. I told him that I wished that I were that caterpillar. My guy has a uniform, adorable skull. He smiled.

At around 17:00, my guy logged on to Skype and discreetly set up a rendezvous with me at the treehouse. As explained in a post way back when, we both give each other nicknames of our private parts. It was fun using those nicknames on Skype.

I left work at 18:00 and drove over to our regular spot. I had debated whether to change into my black lacy panties. I decided not to. I wanted to see if my guy would notice. About ten minutes later, my guy parked next to me. We both climbed into the backseat of the treehouse.

My guy said that I looked as cute as ever. He loves kissing my hand, gradually moving his lips my arm and neck. We looked at each other lovingly. I then touched his right cheek and initiated a kiss. It was nice to kiss his soft lips again and again.

My left leg went over his right thigh as we continued to kiss. He played with my breasts, eventually letting them out of my black lacy bra, and having my nipples touched and pinched. The experience was heavenly.

He unzipped my pants, and proceeded to finger my clitoris and anus. It was wonderful. He called me a slut. I got extremely turned on and eventually came. I then rested in his arms. My guy lovingly swept my hair away from my face and said that I was beautiful.

Moments later, he asked that I slip my pants off completely for more access. He made me come again. He called me a whore and slapped both sides of my face a number of times. After the first four slaps, I had the strong urge to kiss him. I did. Moments later, he delicately pushed me away.

"You can't kiss me whenever you want," he stated. "You're a slut. I tell you when you can kiss me."

He went on to slap my face again.

"Yes, sir," I said, a bit dejected, but it went away as he was magically working on my clit.

It has been a while since I have reached orgasm twice in succession. I felt relaxed and was in dopey mode. He loved seeing me in that state.

Once I had snapped out of being in dopey mode, I worked on him by giving him a handjob. We tried something different, where he rubbed his hard, erect cock as I played with his balls. He ejaculated into my right hand. It was quite the release. It was nice.

We relaxed for a bit and talked. He got me a present while he was in St. Petersburg. I had a good feeling about it. He had taken a photo of a number of Matryoshka dolls and I loved it. He gave me a set. I was so happy. I used to have a set when I was a little girl, except that I had dunked them in water and the dolls ended up being warped. My guy chuckled.

I felt a bit of soreness in my cheeks. My guy apologized for hitting me harder than the first time that we had experimented with having my face slapped. He was expecting my cheeks to turn red, but they never did. He lovingly rubbed my cheeks as I closed my eyes and savoured the moment.

On Monday, my guy and I were talking away from our cubicle area. I was leaning up against the wall. He had talked about how complicated languages can be and his rant made me laugh uncontrollably, to the point where I had bent my knees and wanted to sit on the carpet.

"You know, when you were laughing on Monday, you looked so cute," he admitted.
"Really?" I said with a smile.
"Yes."
"I wish that I had this doll set on Monday," I said playfully.
"Yes, a cute doll holding a cute doll," he said smoothly.

Toward the end of our conversation, he admitted that he would be sad when the time comes for him to sell his car, as we have had so many good memories in our treehouse so far. I told him that we'll make new memories in the new treehouse, whenever he does get one. He nodded in agreement.

My guy then asked me why I wasn't wearing any black panties. I told him that I didn't think that we were going to meet today. He smiled, but I could tell that he wanted to see them on me.

I asked whether I could hug him or if he would slap my face. He was back to his sweet self and held me tight as I reciprocated.

Phone sex on Skype and black panties

My guy is in St. Petersburg, Russia for the next week. The time difference between us is eight hours. I managed to catch him on Skype this afternoon.

It seems like it has been ages since we both engaged in phone sex. I was thrilled to hear his voice again. He told me that he missed me. The feeling is mutual.

Our sessions over Skype reveal a lot. I have known for a while that my guy loves when I wear a black bra. He likes the contrast between it against my skin. What I didn't know is that he also likes black panties.

I am not the type to match the colour of my bra with my panties. I guess that I will always be a bit of a tomboy in this regard. I told him that I am not big on wearing a thong. Nothing says uncomfortable like giving yourself a wedgie all day. He laughed and agreed.

He likes lace panties. He knows that I have hipster ones that have lace on top. He actually likes panties that "don't cover up much," which made me smile. So, I will need to do some research on getting black panties. I don't exactly have a sexy black pair handy. It's a great excuse to go shopping.

I have always felt that I am not as great at phone sex as he is. My guy has always been patient with me. I shocked him during our session:

"When I see you in your black bra, it drives me wild," he admitted.
"Maybe next time when I see you, I'll let you take my t-shirt off, so you can see me with that black bra on," I stated. "I like it when you cup my breasts. You then reach behind my back to unhook my bra and gently slip it off me. You caress my breasts with your hands, with my nipples getting harder. You then suck them and pleasure me."
"You know, you're really good at this," he complimented. "I am completely turned on."
"I have learned from the best," I admitted.

During one of our recent makeout sessions together, he decided to try something different. He likes referring to me as his slut, which I enjoy, too. He slapped the left side of my face, followed by my right side. I liked it. I introduced it into our sex conversation today. He likes having his way with me in his fantasy. I like that thought, too.

I also like the idea of having him grab my hair, slap my face, and having me submit to giving him a blowjob. We talked about that today. He misses seeing my lips wrapped around his erect penis. I miss pleasuring him.

The best part of our conversation was incorporating being his slut in with being spanked.

"I want to pinch your buttocks hard," he admitted. "I want to spank you till you cry."
"Because I am your naughty little slut?" I asked rhetorically.
"Yes," he stated. "I want to fill you from behind and enjoy seeing how red your ass is, as you cry in pain and pleasure."

He's good. Naturally, we both came. It was quite an intense talk today.

Afterward, my guy said something that was both sweet and funny.

"You have the cutest chin and the most gorgeous smile," he said, flattering me. "Every time I see your smile in the office, I was to come over and kiss you. Fuck everyone around us!"

I knew what he had meant. It's not like he literally wanted to screw everyone around us. As much as we'd like to be hands-on with each other at work, we keep things professional. We don't kiss at work, except when we are alone in an elevator.

And yes, we talked about how we both love kissing and groping each other in the elevator.

"I hope that one day, the elevator at work gets stuck, and we are trapped in it for two hours," he admitted.
"I would like that," I said. "I have thoughts about being spanked by and having sex with you in an elevator."
"Can you imagine if that happened?" he asked. "We'd have a baby nine months down the road."

He's right. We would not be able to keep our hands away from each other. I am hoping for that day when the elevator at work does get stuck for at least an hour with only the two of us together. A girl can only hope.

Jerking and sucking - a nice way to kick off the weekend!

Friday. The day couldn't have arrived any sooner.

I spent some decent time at work this afternoon talking to my guy. He looked at me longingly at one point and told me that I have a nice smile. It isn't the first time that he has mentioned it. Today, it was wonderful to hear.

Towards the end of the day, he told me that he was going to do some work. Yes, he was attempting to do work at 17:30 on a Friday evening. I told him that he was crazy.

"Yes, I am going to do some work. I have 1.5 hours left."
"I was going to suggest something else, but you're in work mode," I said.
"You're making me feel guilty," he admitted. "Should I feel this way?"
"I don't know," I said, testing the waters.
"How about we compromise and I work till 18:00," he said.
"Okay," I replied.

Sure enough, we left work at 18:00, as promised. He asked me about why I didn't like hearing my recorded voice. We got into an empty elevator. I started to explain why I can't bear to hear my recorded voice. He came up to me. I couldn't help but to wrap one hand around him, cradling the back of his neck with my right hand, and touching his sexy chest with my left. He hugged me with one hand and grabbed my right buttock with his other hand. We locked in a passionate kiss.

"We'll talk later," he said after our kiss, which made me smile.

The floor was wet on the main floor. My stride is a lot better these days. I felt more confident walking across it. My pinched nerve is slowly regenerating, but I am making huge progress.

We drove to our usual hangout. We parked. We got into the backseat of his roomy car.

We held hands. He told me that I was cute and funny. He loved my smile. He thought that my chin was adorable. He loved how my new haircut framed my face nicely. He loved my body. I was getting a bit embarrassed and rested my head on his stomach briefly, before I went ahead and kissed him.

We kissed a lot. His hand moved down to my breasts. He cupped them. He played with my nipples. We continued to French kiss. I love kissing him. The feeling is mutual, thankfully!

That time of the month for me was nearing an end, but I was still off limits. I apologized to him. He was okay, especially when I said that I could focus on him more.

He pulled down his corduroy pants and grey underwear. He pulled out his erect cock. I held it and started working methodically to jerk him off.

We like role-playing where I am a slave to his sexual needs and he tells me how I need to please him. We experimented today.

"I want you to suck me... now," he said, while I was jerking him off.
"Yes, sir," I said obediently, inserting the tip of his cock in my mouth, ramming my tongue down the hole, and continuing to wrap my mouth down his erect member's shaft.

He told me to stop and to jerk him off. So, I did like a good girl.

"You like sucking cock, don't you?"
"Yes, like the slut that I am," I stated. "I am here to please you. I only like sucking your cock."

He asked me to suck his cock some more. This time, he told me to lick and suck it. I obeyed. I was then instructed to jerk him off.

He ordered me to suck him again. I didn't hesitate. I went back to work. This time, he took me by the back of my neck and pushed me to suck his cock more. I didn't gag, but I found it to be arousing. It wasn't a forceful push, but it was enough to get more of his member in my mouth. At one point, he held my hair just to see how his cock looked in my mouth. He found it to be incredibly sexy.

My guy told me to jerk him off. I made a sound after taking his cock out of his mouth, as if I had been sucking a popsicle. I couldn't resist kissing him. Our kiss was strong and passionate. We were both turned on, especially when I was jerking him off as we were kissing. His hand moved down my right side to my hip. He then put his hand under my panties and groped my right buttock as we continued to kiss and jerk him off. He eventually came. It was wonderful.

As always, we tend to talk. I have labelled our chat after sex as "dopey talk." We both like talking, but he is so relaxed and drained afterward that he says the funniest stuff.

"Sometimes, people do good things," he started to explain to me. "Sometimes, they do bad things."
"Ooh, that's deep," I teased, which made up both burst out laughing.

It's no surprise that I like shopping at Gap, especially after I had lost sixty pounds. He teases me about it.

"Gap is crap," he said. I immediately made a pouty face, which made him smile and melt.
"Oh, no," he said. "The Gap looks great one you. It doesn't on me," he explained as he tried to hug me.

One of the best parts of our time after sex was seeing a large spider crawl across my knees.

"Ah, a spider!" I exclaimed, although I was rather calm. My guy killed it.
"I am surprised that you didn't scream," he said. "Most women would be freaked out."
"I'm not a screamer," I said, smirking. "Thanks for coming to my rescue."

The other best part after sex? We both said that we like talking and confiding in each other. We hugged for a long time. He is the perfect gentleman. He's mine, too. I am so lucky.