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A normal afternoon. Cleaning, tidying up and in between, for a change, a little writing on WhatsApp. I’ve only recently been on the hamster and I am always incredibly fascinated by the possibilities that I have been offering me since then. I like to excite and like to be excited.
I am a play child … and there is a lot of “toys” here.
In one case, “playing” and mutual excitement on the hamster was so violent that I was actually ready to continue playing on WhatsApp … A little excitement in everyday life cannot hurt.
Now it turned out that I call him Nothingforyou (his hamstern name, although I always find that it should be called some) on a longer drive, and unfortunately someone was sitting next to him, so that an “attachedRide driving ”and was not relieved in it. So he had been damn to read my erotic explanations (yes, damn it, he just had that mobile can switch off, but he was sitting there with steadily growing and pressing tail) and he was not pleased, he was angry. Very angry.
And so it happened that he wrote a message to me when he was back home.
“I expect you in an hour in front of my door in a dress under which you wear nothing more than black nylons.
And woe you don’t have the plug in. When I open the door, I expect you not to look at me and the dress immediately pulls out.
You walk behind the armchair spreads yours Legs and bend over the backrest!
During this time I don’t want to hear a single word from you. You will wait for your punishment to make me so hot.”
Not everyone knows here, but I like light or even strongly dominant men.
And every now and then the thought very excites me to serve a man, carry out his instructions and be used or punished by him. That excites me. Not only, but also.. And this message drove me violently the moisture between the thighs.
My pussy began to nibble in front of her … With tidying up it was already over at this time.
But it got better or worse, depending on the viewing position.
It followed: “You will have to wait a few minutes over the armchair for me. When I feel like it, I come to you … with a whisk, a wooden spoon and a fork.”
MOMENT! What the spoon was for, I was able to understand. But a whisk and a fork??????
He: “Still silently!“And then:“ I drive my hand through your hot scratch and slide with the Finger over the plug and exert some pressure. “I like it,” I say and slide a little deeper to your beautiful cunt.
I play my fingers on your clit and spread your lips a little apart. Then I slowly push and middle finger in your wet column and start stretching it easily. I kneel behind you and enjoy the sight.
Get you! (Relax? I think. How should I do that at that moment? But luckily and from other perspective, unfortunately, the situation is virtual.)))
I’m slowly adding the ring finger.
You are wet and I like that. Slowly I spread my fingers in you while I push them in and pull it out again. Again and again…
I take the whisk and put it on your slightly stretched, moist column and slowly press the part into you … It looks really cool as the individual wires of the broom are pressed together and the skin of your cunt becomes visible. I have pushed it into you a few cm slowly, very slowly and your column is now wide open for me.
A horny picture.
Just as quiet!”
I have to confess that that should have been the moment when I get out of the chat. A short: “Pfuuuui!“Written and finished is the thing. So really. A whisk..In my cunt???? But I’m a polite person … that’s why I wrote.
“That does not fit!!! To Grooooß … “(Come on, let yourself come up with something else).
He: “After all, my hand also fits and the thing is narrower.”
Me: “Your hand fits????“So really, he all still has, how can he say that?
He: “I keep pressing it and your lips contract together. Since the whisk becomes narrower again. It is very far in you and your lips are still apart because the whisk stretches from the inside. My hand fits and now be quiet and keep calm!!!”
Humans simply ignore my objections!
I’m getting angry.
Somebody imagines that I know what’s going on and what is not. In addition, I am still very excited, because this punishment scenario makes me bad. But the broom? So really. I will simply prove that I am right.
I run into the kitchen.
Tear on drawers. Where is he? Damned!! WHERE???
Ah, found. I go to the bathroom by cell phone. And the whisk.
A huge part. A good 30 cm long, a diameter of at least 10 cm at the top. Shiny metal, width, relatively rigid rounded wires. I swallow hard.
I crouch on the cold tile floor.
I do not care. I am here. There is the broom.
And that will try. I just prove to him that it doesn’t work. I jerk off my pussy a little and I’m surprised. I’m not moist, I’m a smack wet.
Before trying the whisk, I write: “I try that out!”
He what?”
I send a photo of the whisk. It is still unused and shiny clean on the floor. White, clean tiles ..
And then I do it. I crouch over the broom.
Turn it a little. Press it together at the top, stick to my hole too small too small. Slide. The metal is cold.
But it feels good. I support the whisk on the floor so that it is vertically up. Well, please, it doesn’t fit. But the pressure is cool.
Very cool.
More! Not completely wife of my senses, I sit on it and press my bottom down, let my pelvis circle on the cool metal and drive it a bit into me. Uuhhh … it pulls violently when the thing stretches me. My pussy becomes a cunt. A large hole.
Next and further I stretch. Stay a moment. The phone!!! Flashing it indicates that another message has arrived. I had completely forgotten that.
I only concentrated on how horny my cunt smeared the whisk and how incredible the stretch feels.
I type briefly: “Aaaahhhhh!”
He: “I kneel behind you again and enjoy the sight of your open cunt. I let the handle circle a little. Your column is wide open and I see deep inside. This is a horny sight I say and get up.
How do you feel about the plug in ass and the cunt so nicely open?”
Oh yes, my cunt is open! As in the description, I let the handle circle. I suck the air panting. Deep in me it pulls horny. I’ve never stretched like that.
It’s cool. hammer!! How can he know how incredible this feeling is?
And in general: if he is really brewed so that it is not interested in what I am doing at all? Or is it his way to react to it? But soooo?? I know how to find out.
I am taking a picture. Directly from my step. When I look at it, I am surprised and also a little horrified by me.
I suspected that the broom had only partially disappeared into me. But now I see that the entire width is far in me and only a small part of approx. Looks out a cm. The whisk is folded up a little.
But … omg it looks bad. Very bad. Wet, red, dirty.
I send the photo. In excitement I am simply uninhibited.
I guess I will be ashamed of death later, but I just have to send it off. It is gone!
And then nothing happens for a long time.
Then: “I don’t get along right now … I tell you my imagination and you take it out???? I wish I could see that live.”
I’m starting to slow down the whisk in me and heart. Cool.
It’s sooo cool. Deep in me the metal bumps into my cervix. Whenever I pull, the inside and then my lips stretch wide. I am fascinated by more photos.
The broom is still folded together. I try to turn the handle. Slow. I have the feeling that it tears me up right away.
Pain and almost abnormally crazy lust meet. Let me groan. I hold the cell phone between my legs and depress. Look at the picture and am horrified and enthusiastic.
It is far stretched, my wet cunt. The juice almost looks like cream (I think whisk, even here what it is supposed to do), and I can look far into my open cunt. The strongly stretched skin spans thinly.
I send the photo.
Slowly it penetrates my brain. Unfortunately still not complete.
I only realize nebulous: I sit on the cold tile and fuck myself with a whisk!!!! The wet runs my open cunt unhindered and runs down on my thighs. Drips on the floor. And I’m ashamed, well almost. But feel soooo horny!!!
The photo seems to be taken ..
“Imagine I fuck you Then on the couch and pull your head back to your hair!”
I imagine it and have to admit that I would scream with greed and lust.
He: “I want you to lick the whisk, but first you should come!”
I love clear dominant announcements.
In the tone you can have everything from me. I start to fuck myself faster. I take up how my pussy smacks, you can clearly hear the fucking noises of the snow, you suspect the violent processing. And just send it off.
Me: “It drips onto the floor! Everything runs out unhindered.”
He: “This is really amazing.
I just wanted to slice you, but now I can’t think anymore. Fuck yourself properly with the thing and rub your clit, sow the floor properly too!”
I feel very encouraged. I like encouragement and I like to do something for the enthusiasm of a man. For some I would even do everything.
He: “Can you make a video?”
A VIDEO? Of how I sit here and fuck myself with a whisk??? No, never, I’ll film that too.
So really. You might like that. Could like?
Me: “I can try.”
And then I hold the cell phone back in front of my pussy and film myself as I fuck the broom and turn it. I groan out loud, enjoy the increasing stretch and have to work more and more strongly and faster my cunt with it.
I imagine how he will see the video. How horny it could do it. Imagine how he sits his cock in front of it and stares at my cunt. And then suddenly something happens that I would never have expected.
My pussy begins to pulsate violently. I keep fucking. Hard. Again and again.
Yes. Same. And then it comes. It injects in the high arc towards the cell phone, onto the floor, into my pants in front of me.
Everything full. It takes minutes for the twitch to grabbing.
I send the video off.
He: “You are awesome! I want to taste your cunt. It’s just incredibly horny. I want to lick the thing.
Fantastically horny!”
I take pictures of my tongue on the whisk. Then I have to hurry up.
After all, there should be pancakes and since we are a lot today, it will take a while for me to finish baking.
He: “You are one goddess.
I’ve never had such a insight, I’m just turning through.”
I explain that goddesses do not do something like that in life. And then unfortunately I have to say goodbye with the photo on which I enjoy the broom.
Deeply satisfied and enthusiastic about what I had for tremendous courage, I go to the kitchen to wash off the whisk.
I sent a single photo that afternoon.
It’s from my kitchen.
In a blue mixing bowl very liquid dough, there is a … yes … a whisk.
I will never be able to bake pancakes again without ulterior motives.
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