The Belt, part II

He asked me if I wanted to do "The Belt" part two. How could I possibly resist.

I was turned on the minute Rob sent me a text this morning saying that he was rock hard in bed wanting to push his cock into my pussy.
We talked nicely for the first while, I kept hinting that I wanted something more. He played and teased me until his suggestion came. We were looking for something different, fingers weren't going to be enough today.

I grabbed the belt and organized myself. And I watched him closely. He told me exactly what he wanted me to do.

-Slap yourself with it.
-put it between your legs over your panties, and pull on it, long and slow strokes.

Each link bumping slowly against my clit, dragging my panties with it, pulling them tighter into my ass and then back again, tightening them on my clit. Back and forth, it was almost unbearable.

-Spit on your fingers, rub it on your pussy then slip the belt through the sides of your panties.

I did as he said. I was already wet, but this made me downright slick and I shivered slightly with the cold metal on my skin, feeling the links against my freshly shaved pussy.

-Pull your top down so your nipples are showing. Pull on them. Wrap the belt around them.

I wrapped the belt around my chest. The cold buckle on my nipple. It was rough and cold, but it made my nipples hard. It felt good. I like anything tight.

-Pull it tighter, hurt yourself a little.

I pulled it tight, feeding the buckle more and more length, pulling my breasts closer together. It was almost hard to breathe, but it felt so good to be back in his hands.

-Ok, enough take it off.

It was enough to make my breasts slightly red, I looked down and laughed at myself. He smiled.

-Back to your pussy, put the belt through front to back, under your panties, spread wide. Now push some of it in.

It hurt a little, the links pinching, I had to find the right combination of movements to get some of it in. I bunched it up, the cold metal warming to my skin.

-Hold it there. Now rub your clit with the other part.

The belt was ever so slightly inside me, and I took the top half and rubbed it against my clit. The belt was now wet, sliding easily over my skin as I took the top section of chain mail and rubbed it quickly across the most sensitive area. It was getting me to the brink, just the thrill of pushing metal into myself on his orders.

The belt was eventually abandoned. I resorted in my fingers. He had me spanking myself and pushing my fingers in, banging myself and calling me a slut, his slut, until I came. I was dizzy from breathing so hard. I love that feeling of getting dizzy on sex. Getting drunk on it.

He was eager, watching, smiling, and resisting. He didn't touch himself but he was hard. He showed me like a good boy when I was done. He was huge, as usual. I asked him if I could watch him get off.

He had just shaved his marvelous cock, his balls were smooth and obviously nice to play with because he started there. God how I wanted to take them into my mouth, lick them, and get them totally drenched. I wanted his cock in my mouth. I wanted it against the back of my throat. It's a massive piece of work, I'm not sure I could handle it all. But I do want to try.

He asked me where I wanted him to cum. I asked him to cum on my tits first, making my nipples wet and slick, so I could rub it all in. Then on my lips and chin, so I could lick it up.

He came hard. All over his dining room table, he tilted the camera to show me. Holy shit, that was a lot of cum. I wasn't expecting it. But it was so hot I wanted more. I always want more from him.

It's crazy, I have to control myself.

Make me gag

I'm horny as hell again and I've been having good sex with the bf recently.

I had a pretty good cyber moment with Chicken today. He told me all about what he wanted to do to me. Pull my hair, force his cock into my mouth, make me gag on his huge cock head in my throat, make me suck his balls, tie me up, bend me over, spank me. He said that I'd stretch his imagination. He called me a dirty bitch, and I liked it.... it turns me on, just like being called a slut does too.

I want to be used and abused (all within reason of course).

Bf doesn't seem to get how much I want to be forced around. I've tried to tell him, hinting at it, but he's too shy I think. He got the spanking bit, but that's about it. I even tried to convince him to take pics of us fucking. But he said no. I'll try asking him again, or just bring the camera myself.

He's out for the day today, so I'll have lots of time to play.
Rob doesn't seem to be around, I'm not sure if he's on holiday or what, but he hasn't answered any of my text messages since I was on holiday.

I might have to go on to justchat to see what I can find. No-one is around to play when I've got the time and I'm this horny.

Robby

Well, I did promise a post on Robby.

Robby was one of my first acquaintances on msn. The one that I spoke the most to and the cutest. The others didn't really want to talk much, which was often fine with me.
Robby was fun to play with. I mentioned word games, music quizzes and games in general. We generally enjoyed each others company.

Recently, lets say the past year, we had been toying with the idea of seeing each-other. It started as a kind of joke. You know, comments like "sooo.... when you gonna come visit? ;)". Then one day he sent me an email. It sounded kind of desperate. It said something to the effect of: "we have to meet up before we get too old". That did it for me. I started looking into visiting London. I have friends there. Flights are cheap. I asked him if he would meet me if I came. He agreed. I asked him how long we could have together, he said two days and a night maybe. I bought the tickets telling him the time frame. I convinced my boyfriend not to come.... not an easy task.

Finally the weeks were getting closer to my flight date. I get a text from him telling me to check my email. And when I did, It was painful. He couldn't logistically meet up with me. I didn't understand. We spoke on msn to get thing straight. He said that it would be too difficult for different reasons: girlfriend, work, workmates. He just couldn't organize it.
"it's just destined to be this way" was his last sentence.

I was upset. I couldn't think of anything else.

I NEEDED to see him. After 7 or 8 years of knowing this guy, never really seeing him, speaking to him only once or twice. He was becoming a kind of "actor" or "idol" for me. I didn't know if he really existed.

I fought the urge to text him every day to try to convince him. I knew that it wasn't just a logistics problem, but that he was getting cold feet.
I ended up sending him a long polite email explaining that I understood his fears but that I was being stupider than him. Meeting a complete stranger, in a foreign country and not telling anyone, was far more dangerous for a woman.

He texted me the day before my flight to say that he'd meet me on Monday. I was beaming, I couldn't stop smiling.

I don't know what I was expecting. I didn't really even know what I wanted to happen. I was just happy that we had the chance to meet up.

I'll save "the meeting" for my next post. I hate reading uber long posts.