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[broadcastbabe]

Because this photoshoot has grueling demands of lighting and gravitational balancing on the set, you have rigged a way for me to keep myself entertained and in the right frame of mind… and arousal for the duration. By adapting the fashion to be deployed with a wiggle of my big toe, I can continually control my pleasure. The fabric starts as a bandeau for my breasts and is twisted into a thong to cleave my tenders. Bless your heart, you connect it to the lacing on my calf, shortening the tension so even subtle flexes add a satisfying friction where and whenever it is craved. It fortifies me to portray my sexual exhilaration and literally keeps me on my toes. You and I are the only ones on the set privy to this bit of cause and effect. You smile at each sighing satisfaction or soft moan of my reactions, relishing this sexual exhibition under the noses of so many oblivious crew members is also truly contributing to the turn-on of the circumstances. With everything in place, you clear the set to have time alone to take the editorial photos… and hide your hard-on that has become quite prominent in your pants. I easily amplify my responses to zhuzh the poses to lend an authenticity to the imagery. With an efficient swiftness you get all the shots you need, then free me to toss our questionable professionalism aside to let me thank you for the foreplay and connect in an essentially profound way.

[broadcastbabe]

Our walk along a vacant stretch of beach is an opportunity for a bit of PDA. We brought a blanket, just in case. All the other party guests are watching a screening of a provocative new adult film at the director’s enclave up on the higher dunes. There is very little chance for interruption because they are preoccupied pretending it is an important art film. I performed a particularly limber maneuver in a party scene that has everyone quite excited about my future in stunt work. I was receiving a lot of attention at the gathering, but no one was as intriguing as you. You confessed to not knowing who I was, but I did remind you of your first girlfriend in high school. I kissed you for that, and there was that certain spark that told me not to walk away from the conversation. Next thing you know, we’re here, barefoot, with my sparkling wrap-around dress billowing in the ocean breeze… exposing my long legs and more than a hint of no lingerie. We are not naive about where this is leading, but there are no sleezy innuendos, clumsy come-ons, or possessive ass-grabbing to fend off. A pleasant contrast to the party up at the house. Finding a protected grassy patch, we lay out the blanket… and talk about everything and nothing as we hone the vibe between us. Of course it starts with kissing. I nuzzle you back and whisper of my desires for you and for my satisfaction. Your hand cradles my breast inside my low cut dress to feel my heartbeat and I reflexively sigh with contentment. I stare into your eyes to give consent as I help you massage both breasts. Our kisses become more consumptive and you lay back to let me discover and uncover a rather impressive probe already waiting for our joining. I straddle you to ease myself upon you. The wind catches my dress and it billows around me in a tantalizing strip tease that mesmerizes you as I envelop you completely. Locking eyes, I rock back and forth to stir and grind against your stiffness. Guiding me with a massaging grasp of my ass, I utter the first low gratified moan. The metallic threads of my dress catch the light as it continues to dance in the breezy swirl of the motion we are making. Your groans harmonize with my music as I undulate to stroke the length of you inside me. Something catches your eye to distract you momentarily… a glint of light from the house… a camera lens or a telescope being trained upon our, now very public display. “Think your dress signaled for help… we’re being watched…”

“Film must have ended, this crowd can never get enough.”

“Want to stop?…”

“Aww sweetie, the show must go on …since I’m so much closer now that there’s an audience.”

“Word travels fast, it’s a full house… gawd this is almost as hot as you are.”

“So hot, like an audition for his next film… looks like a standing ovation… I can’t hold on much longer…”

“Let’s get loud…”

We scream and howl and laugh at the top of our lungs, resulting in a compelling exhibition as we cum together… potently convincing because neither of us is acting for our first take.

[broadcastbabe]

The elevator in my building is a perfect conduit and clubhouse for my impulsive desires. Living in the penthouse, I have special privileges, like a special code for my floor. My last stop floor is also my front door lock. I can toggle it to inaccessible for everyone else, except for special visitors that have certain talents I require. There is trust-fund surfer type ensconced a few floors below me… with an eager tongue and unending thirst for the flavor of me. For that very reason, we have become close. At any time of day or night, he’ll visit to deliver the best orgasms a woman could ask for. Gawd, even writing about him has dampened my panties. He is an ardent fan of this odd in-house opportunity so convenient for both of us, and will offer his talents for however long it takes, or whatever mood I’m in. Did I mention his tongue and technique are preternatural? I indulge myself at least 3 times a week, and think about expanding his schedule. He has expressed his devotion to pleasure me to full release and beyond into experimentation. Convincing me to explore my repertoire of sexual exploits has been an easy sell for this skilled phenom intent on satisfying me. There is no need for barter, we both feel equally compensated in the arrangement. Whether he’s going up deep or down upon me, the ride always benefits from an extra set of hands… for those hard-to-reach niches.

[broadcastbabe]

The collar with the turn-of-the-century handcuffs is a new wrinkle in our relationship. You found them in a pawn shop and reported that touching them gave you an immediate woody. You can’t explain the reaction, but you sought me out to share the best sex of our lives. Who am I to argue? The collar with cuffs dangling like an oversized pendant, is your invention to test the boundaries and see what other heights we can reach. So far, my ‘arrest’ with both my wrists captive was a predictable success. You shared one with me, so our hands were somewhat free to fondle my breasts in proximity. That always makes me cum quickly, but I must say your hard probe had more staying power and was ready for another engagement almost immediately. You enjoyed leading me around the house to find the perfect places to relieve your pent-up sexual and sensual needs. No issues for yours truly. Double cuffing yourself was logistically better as a reach around, so I was spooned from behind, your hands could busy-box my breasts as I was bent over to receive that evergreen staff, which still amazes us both. As intriguing as your cuffs-collar is, the magic is in your connection with the cuffs themselves. They are hanging on the bed post for easy access if you need a boost. I’m scheming to ‘imprison” you for a weekend, so I can take advantage of that filling and stretching stamina that qualifies as your new-found super-power. I believe it is a grand idea to test your limitations, if any… and the unreached upper levels of my own insatiability. Willing to do anything I can for science… and my own unending sexual drive. Absolutely no grievances from this gratified corner. Any noise you might hear is not a grievance… it’s me moaning in pure unadulterated ecstasy.

[broadcastbabe]

We tease each other relentlessly. It’s non-stop foreplay and as it intensifies becomes an apparent signal of desire to be dealt with. You’ve been away in Japan for a few days, rendering me especially needy. No shame in my priorities when I greet you slouched and straddling a backwards chair, tugging my t-shirt upwards to reveal as much flesh as you cannot resist. My thighs are spread wide to show you the dampness waiting for you to quench yourself, contribute to or use for the purposes of a frictionless impalement. I’m quite beside myself with lust and single-minded in my desire for sexual attention. You smile with intrigue and reach into your bag for the gift you bought as an apology of sorts for your absence. Harkening back to the Plaster-Casters of the Sixties you commissioned an exact replica model of our favorite organ and had it fabricated into a high power vibrator. My hands are trembling as I loosen the wrapping paper to grip it for the first time. The tumescence is wrong but looks authentically like you in that lesser state. Seeing my disappointment,

“It’s special sweetie… especially once you turn it on…”

I press it against my nethers, and tap the hidden switch. It rumbles and begins to grow in length and girth, much to my delight. I have to apply a stranglehold with both hands to wrangle it’s life-like growth to twice the original size.

“I’m jet-lagged, but up for watching your first time with my personalized stand-in… if you’re up for that?”

No time for disappointment when adventure is waiting around the corner. Bird in the hand… and all that. I turn it off and it reverts to its original dimensions. My heart is beating as we pull up front row seats across from each other for my test-run demonstration.

“Please, let me do the honors…”

You shimmy my panties down my legs so I am free of them and pocket their drenched lace as a sniffing souvenir.

“Missed those sweet swollen lips… so wet baby, always so very wet.”

“I’ve been that way since you touched down.”

I am already licking the reproduction in a suggestive way in preparation for insertion. You moan at the sight of my playful deep throating as I make eye contact.

“You’re killing me, baby… don’t stop, take your time.”

I stroke the drooliness over my folds and enter myself with ease.

“I’m imagining you rocking this size in high school, good guess?’ “Uh-huh”

Distracted by the glacial entry, I watch you watch your faux probe disappear with my guidance. “O god that’s a promising start, so familiar and pleasant.” I flip the switch for a subtle throbbing, and it seems to come alive inside me… so reminiscent of you in shape and insistence. I check with you, as I trigger a slow growth mode. Immediately, I am crazed by the insights of these impossible-to-know early stages, happening inside me. I’m breathlessly trying to keep up with the penetration and describing the sensations in real time.

“Kinda twitchy and unsure, but the build is persistent and the throbbing is everything…absolutely intimately everything.”

I roll my eyes as it continues to lengthen further inside me. The widening is revelatory and I gasp as my my body adjusts to the stretching. I’m also a little cross-eyed and awestruck, looking to your astonished face for feedback.

“You OK?”

“Never better, I’m gonna let the ride take me on it…”

Truth is it is already my favorite toy and new best friend. I haven’t even engaged the vibrator’s standard sequences or the ‘thruster’ or the ‘twirler’ or ‘kamikazi’ modes. A bit frightened by the promise of that ominous setting, and may need a spotter. With great restraint, I stop the growth to give it some elbow room for its tricks.

“I forgot, there is a remote, so I can play… slightly jealous my clone is having all the fun.”

“I might be having more… fu… fu…fu… fun.”

I’m naturally flexing and clenching around it to feel absolutely every sensation it’s delivering. Remote in hand, you ask politely if I’m ready for some vibes. I nod and feel the most sensuous oscillation coming from deep within the probe, reverberating so deeply into my sensitive clinging sleeve. I gasp with joy and sighs of surrender, as you take an intuitive leap to change-up and my whimpers suddenly fill the room. “Like music to my ears… sounds like you want to cum in the worst way.”

“Mmmmm, I’m closer than I expected, kinda snuck up on me… but god it’s good.”

“Hold on baby, here’s another…”

Again the sense of a living creature pleasuring me is gloriously mind-blowing. My moans slide up and down the scale from soprano to tenor in sync with this sequence and you can’t help but snicker at my vocals. Your curiosity for the next sends a very different pulsing into my depths that will surely take me over the edge, but wait, it’s edging me with a backbeat and I’m compelled to wail in protest. I swear it ’feels me’, soon returning me to the edge of the orgasmic abyss once more, toying with my body’s fluctuations. Trying to be helpful, you note the manual mentions voice sensitivity and response detection. Finally, it seems to ease up to let my body take the lead and I begin to convulse with my first quivering release. You retrieve my panties to inhale their scent and suck on the damp fabric in solidarity. Meanwhile, I am having a grand mal of a climax, but in the most soothing and clarifying manner. No exhaustion, just pure invigoration. “More please…”

“Are you sure?”

“We were apart for 3 days, sweetheart, I’m owed.”

The device is still in place and I shift to find an optimum position that works with my intuitive knowledge of my body. You return to the controls to pick up where we left off. I’m soon moaning as the settings seem to intensify, the further along in the sequences you explore. My voice drops an octave and my grunting gasps are a very different sound than I have ever made. My body feels the basso profundo reverberating through me and reacts to these unfamiliar sensations with quivers and shivers of another impending climax. “Too soon? Putting a pin in that, never seen that version of you…but I like her…a lot. She’s an animal, a feral sexy beast..”

I blush and brace myself for the last few, instructing you to let ‘er rip. The next unearths a sex-crazed vixen touching and pinching myself in craving for a counterpoint of pain, as if the pleasure is out of balance. You are mesmerized by this development, but my squeals and cries are uncomfortable to your ears, so we are onto the next. This is the penultimate and quite a doozy. It’s like a marquee of chasing lights that climb and descend back down the shaft… relentlessly. It’s as if the surface has embossed nubs to stimulate every inch of its inhabitation. I’m silenced by the incomprehensible sensations but my body is once again on the verge of a unique version of cumming, exhilarating and unnerving in its own unknown denouement. I hold on to vent this into the last setting and am not disappointed in the kitchen sink smorgasbord of all the sequences that came before. I ride the roller coaster of thrills in a crazed display of jubilance and wanton abandon. There is a deranged aspect as I cum with a blazing thunder and lightning of howling yelps and sexy provocative cooing. I feel like I am imbued with super powers from the experience as I gaze into your awestruck expression to offer a heartfelt thank you. I subtly push the off button and it shrinks to slide out into my hand like an obedient serpent. Bringing it to my lips, I gaze into your eyes as I enjoy this singular phallic fudgecicle with gusto. Watching my fellation of your doppelgänger is a confusing turn-on for you, but I’m prepared to assure you, you have not been replaced. I set it aside, still drenched and sticky, and attend to the original version now substantially tenting your trousers. “I’ve been craving this since you left…”

I go down on you with the same zesty relish, moaning happily from the taste of the real thing. To my utter surprise, you reach for the toy to savor the remaining flavor of me. We watch each other service you and yours, and when the implications sink in… you cum with a force born of bewilderment and disbelief at the threshold we have both crossed.

[broadcastbabe]

My breasts look bleached compared to the rest of my bronze body. A summer spent at the beach, never removing the halter-top of my bikini paid off to give myself the ‘farmer’s tan’ effect. The skin is definitely softer, while the visual contrast gives the illusion they are creamier, fuller, abundant… almost glowing from an illumination within. The bevy of necklaces is a short term adornment to draw you and your curiosity closer, as opposed to being caught frozen in my headlights.

[broadcastbabe]

This ensemble is a hot mess, but that’s your preference. It may justify your reasons for undressing me with such swiftness… or simply, that you have really bad taste in lingerie. Once I’m stripped of it all, for someone with such bad taste, you can’t get enough of my flavorful version.

[broadcastbabe]

You pretend to be helping me sort the delicates for another load of laundry. Insisting my bra and panties will be properly soiled soon enough, you suggest we delay the cycle to include them in it. You've already pinned me against the wall with your hand’s intrusion between my thighs. Noting the damp messiness already in progress, your fingers slip past the lace to dabble in the drippings. I whimper affirmatively to urge them deeper and open my stance. Gasping as they delve, I react to your finesse as your knuckles disappear inside me. You nuzzle and whisper about how wet I have become so suddenly… how easily your substantial throbbing self will properly fit… how curiously thirsty you have become. Snagging my drenched panties to pull them away further, you withdraw your sopping fingers to lick them while I watch your surrender to the flavor. I squirm against your tented fly and shimmy the lace down to my ankles as you consume and cleanse your deft digits. Wiping the remaining drool on my bra is just an excuse to remove it for the delicate pile on the floor. Your suckling has just begun as you cleanse my nipples, making me squeal with delight. I free you into my hand to reciprocate, but the extra girth belongs inside me… deep inside me. Your tongue toys with lavishing my breasts as you ease your way into my slippery void. Silenced by the sensations and subsumed by my lust for the stretching, your groaning gratitude is the only musical accompaniment. When you are completely inside me, I exhale in a low harmonious moan as I grind into a thrust. We stare at each other, trying to slow the escalating exchange to no avail. My skirt bellows around our subtle movement, as if you are innocently slow-dancing with a topless woman in heels. As your thrusts become more profound, I’m elevated against the wall, until gravity pulls me completely down upon you again. Your gruff grunts evolve into gratified groans to match my yelps and squeals of surrender to satisfaction. As our orgasms coincide, we try to maintain eye contact to glean the pleasure in each others culminating release.

[broadcastbabe]

Your first move brings me to my knees as they weaken. Speaking to me in hushed tones you state your sensual intentions. It is a laundry list both profound and profane. The kneading, probing and divine torture are mapped out in your mind to blow mine. All the while, your hands are easing my dress from my shoulders to verify my breasts are available without the hindrance of lingerie. Perhaps your intensely hungry gaze is part hypnotism to assure my compliance… but the sight of my exposed flesh has put you in a trance state of its own. From the floor, I imagine nuzzling your fly, but restrain myself despite being so near to the natural twitching you’ve spread your legs to accommodate. You grasp my chin to direct my gaze to yours and ask if I am willing to fight back just enough to make it interesting. I nod even though I have every intention of losing that battle. You pull me into a deep kiss… and I finish the indulgence with a fierce slap across your cheek. Your eyes brighten with shock and a smile, knowing it has just begun.

[broadcastbabe]

My only slightly more modest look is because I’m standing next to a picture window. You ask me to remain in the light, in idle hope someone else has the pleasure of glimpsing my perfection. The silk robe feels good against my sensitized skin. It is not intended to cover me, but rather, further entice you. We are not through with each other yet. You stand in the shadows of the room, naked, hard again and indulging in the vision of a woman who inspires your profound arousal. I loosen the silk belt and lower my arms to allow it to fall from my shoulders to the floor. There is a slight whoosh to match my deep sigh. I turn to the window, so the view of my backside is in your sightline. I sway my rump as I elevate it on tiptoes and bend forward on the sill. I wave at an imaginary voyeur, to bring you to my defense. Your warm body embraces me from behind to possess and shield me from any other flirtations, imagined or real. “Take me here to show them how happy you can make me…”

You hoist my derrière to guide me down upon you, confident in your abilities to do just that. My deep satisfied moan means you’re halfway there. Your hands massage my pert breasts as your thrusts bounce me at a leisurely pace, that slowly gains momentum with our harmonious moans of pleasure. My gasps indicate an imminent release that renders me a jubilant mess of quivering flexes and affirmative “Yes”s to match the jolts. You explode with your own joy soon after to goose my continuing string of multiples. Carrying me back to bed, still coupled and connected for cuddling, we fall asleep in the warm streaming beams of light.

[broadcastbabe]

While I’m sexting with my ex, your pheromones waft into my nose. Mine must be on full-blast, because you slow down as you’re strolling by my table and we make eye contact to signal our mutual uninformed interest. I almost look away, when my phone vibrates to let me know my ‘wasband’ has sent me another lewd memory of our torrid times together. Normally I would return fire to encourage more back and forth, but suddenly… there has been a change of plans. I flip the phone to face down and shoot you my coyest look. Perhaps all the leather I am wearing has dazzled you, or the idea of peeling me out of it intrigues you. You eye my over-the-knee boots, following them upward to the bounty bursting from my cinched bustier, and ask, “May I buy you a stiff drink?” I smirk at the innuendo and lick my lips at the thought. “A chaser for this caffeine might hit the spot.” You seat yourself across from me and stare into my eyes as you murmur “Nice boots…” raising one leg from the knee to examine its perfection, I ease it into your lap. “You’re welcome to stroke it… while I watch.” My recent sexting has me in a mood. One hand cradles my calf as the other caresses the shin’s length to my ankle… then a single finger to trace the silhouette of the stiletto. I sigh. Gripping the stilt, you steer my position to the bulge between your legs. I flex my foot to apply pressure and witness your reaction. Your lips part slightly as I contribute to the unruly twitch of your arousal. “That’s… extremely helpful.” As you continue to slowly run your hands back and forth, the pace of your breathing accelerates, between subtle deep groans, instead of words. Locked in each other’s gaze, implied consent and silent scheming ensues, in our impromptu feedback loop. Shots appear at the table and we toast a long and productive afternoon, before we even know each other’s names.

[broadcastbabe]

These polka dots are optically dazzling because they’re actually reflective metallic studs. In the low flickering candlelight, the polished discs dance and sparkle with the illumination. This particular lingerie set has a French maid costume component, matching collar, a lacy cap headband along with a feather tickler/duster. You assume the role of the upstairs butler that plays naughty games with the lesser waitstaff whenever the owner is traveling. I am the chosen eye candy to be stripped down to a bra, panties and garters. The preparation is extensive and prolonged for my stunning visuals and your delayed gratification of the eventualities. What I don’t know, and find an odd turn-on in retrospect, you are streaming our playtime for a few buddies in the lingerie business. Combining a compelling demo to endorse their product… along with pitching my casting in your script for a similar scenario, the live feed is a sure-fire approach. They are happily convinced of my involvement and ask for a few more chemistry reads, with a variety of partners for international markets. You are elevated to Director as a reward for finding me and as an on-set chaperone of sorts. I can see the sparkle in your eyes as you reveal any voyeur’s dream. There is even talk of a 10 part campaign with a variety of episodes to leverage my talents and charming insatiable participation. Your enthusiasm is as unbounded as mine for worldwide exhibitionism, being witnessed in a stranger’s embrace for your arousal, and a substantial pay-day.

[broadcastbabe]

I playfully don the sun hat after playing peekaboo behind it. The barely-there lace lingerie leaves nothing to the imagination. It is merely leftover spun sugar frosting upon my silky skin. On cue, you lick your lips at the provocative pose of my unveiling and edge closer for contact. I step back and grasp my breasts to manipulate them for my personal pleasure, hoping you will follow my lead in the manner I’m demonstrating. I continue as you close the gap between us. Your warm hands rest on my slim hips as you inhale my scent while I undulate from the relentless self-groping. You immerse yourself face first into the glorious bounty as I work them around you. Before I know it, elsewhere, you have deftly dragged my panties over my rounded rump to expose the glistening at the juncture of my treasure. Even as you continue to nuzzle, a lone finger is introduced to scout and stimulate the puffing lips below… and I reflexively moan when it finally breeches me to delve ever deeper. Working in tandem to pleasure me, I reciprocate by unlatching my bra for your free range nuzzling that soon finds my taut nipples between your lips for suckling. I wrap my leg around your waist to encourage the invasion and you finesse another finger inside and a deft kneading of my hair-trigger nub at the oozing entry. Our eyes meet as you nurse one heaving breast, than the other while I caress your ears and whisper of your ambidextrous talents. So skilled are you, and so susceptible am I, the cusp of my cumming fast approaches, even without your substantial penetration of what throbs profoundly in rhythm with my heart. I start to quiver and convulse as you pull away to admire the dynamic effects on my breasts. Your fingers remain inside until I’m stuttering with joy, then you withdraw to feed your oral fixation with my flavor. I am a glorious sight when I cum, all writhing and undulating like a belly dancer in a sex trance. You consider it a tempting moving target, as you aim your triggered release to contribute your own frosting to those surfaces. Painting my torso with your virtuoso gestures, you concentrate on my swollen aureolas. My squeals of surprise seem to further your artistic crafting. Geometries and abstract splashes drip and blend together to ‘redress’ me in my lost lacy lingerie. I can’t seem to stop cumming from this unexpected adornment and your supply seems never-ending until you finish by adding a sloppy signature at my panty line. I think I am phenomenally satisfied as a canvas for your climax after my own… Even more unexpected, is the license you take to tongue-clean the valleys and curves of my sticky body. Your voracious pursuit rejuvenates my rabid arousal as I witness the cleansing sensations upon me and the dedicated feasting on your abundant spoils. My second… and third orgasms arrive for different reasons that flabbergast me. Though exhausted and gratified by a variety of visuals and responses, my imagination tries to fathom what your full inner body invasion would feel like, and if I could survive it when I’m well-rested, curious, and insatiable as ever.

[broadcastbabe]

Red is an appetite inducer. That might explain your drooling when I join you poolside. More than likely, you remember our previous session and my luscious flavor, not to mention my generous favors to make your stay at the resort memorable. You note my new unnaturally enhanced bosom, and wonder if it is a new requirement for my job as a cabana girl. I blush, and confess everything I do is for the enjoyment of the guests. You’re drooling again, as you tug a loose garter to diminish the distance between us. “Even experimentation?” “Especially… is this your first time with implants?” You nod as I cradle your head between their faux volume. The moan is visceral as you immerse yourself in this initial heaven. Tugging the rim of a full cup, I expose my saucer-sized areola and urge your tongue to trace the faint scar that defines the perimeter. I watch with interest as you latch on to nurse, still grieving my lost sensitivity. I react when it is apparent your teeth are nipping the tips and squeal convincingly with pained gratitude. Your rabid enjoyment should be enough, as I allow you to feast upon me, unleashing them both from their crimson lacy support. Your hands soon join your mouth, then permission is requested and given for applying your stiffening length betwixt the bewitching cleave. You manage the tightness of the fit and friction, and I watch your eyes roll in ecstasy from the induced sensations. I will barely feel your excitement being painted upon them when your worship culminates, but I dutifully spread it all over the circumference’s surface. Under normal circumstances, you would not consider my request for a thorough tongue-cleaning, but you are already of the same mind for this virgin voyage. I interject familiar sounds of satisfaction to give you the impression I am aroused by your lavishing and side-suckling. I know my up-front advertising and in-your-face enticement will garner all sorts of new guest partners. My manufactured responses keep me professional and impartial to actual visceral involvement. I truly miss that wanton abandon and the actual sensations and mind-blowing feelings upon my flesh. I’ll make do with the guest’s reflexive bodily reaction and transfer their lust into my still-sensitive and extremely juicy depths.

[broadcastbabe]

If I can soothe your ego and egg you on in your pleasurable pursuits of my body’s charms, the ball gag will remain a cherry red necklace and not a silencer. It will be all consent, compliments and confidence builders to avoid the buzzkill of mumbling and drool. I make up a backstory to explain my costume and need for binding my arms and wrists and deliver it with a French accent. You cannot chance that my passions will leave evidence of our liaison. The deep scratches I left on your back last time you made me cum so hard, were difficult to hide from your suspicious wife. You want to avoid a confrontation and keep me a secret for yourself.

You are already dragging your tongue down my cleavage, and my elevated breathing is raising the plump volume of my breasts to meet your kisses. “Nothing is sweeter than your kisses, They are all yours to devour.”

You gaze up from your viewpoint and extend your long tongue to trace the lace décolleté along its lowcut perimeter. When I suggest that this finesse has set my nipples on fire.

“They are swollen with desire for your supple lips, so tender from their scorching heat, mon cheri.”

Dipping below the hem your tongue teases each out to be revealed. My squeal at their exposure is one of pure joy. You nuzzle the tips with your nose, then latch on to further my sighs of surrender. I murmur your name affectionately as you suckle, to nurse their further swelling. “I am envious that your wife receives this treatment everyday, she is lucky to have you… as am I.”

You roll each between your teeth causing me to flinch. “You know exactly what I crave. They are so dark and throbbing. Won’t you take a bigger bite?”

Pulling the thin straps down, they tumble free into your hands, cradling and caressing them. “Rougher, mon cheri…?”

I respond with faux yelps as you manhandle their heft, then moan with pleasure as you continue. “Good enough to eat?”

You stuff as much as possible into your hungry mouth. Your tongue toys with my nipples as you gulp the flesh. Your teeth leave bite marks as you aggressively grapple with their mass. “Do not worry, only you will see this evidence of your hunger.”

You immerse yourself between the bulk, almost drowning out the music of my gratified groans and encouragements for “more of this talented treatment.” Your hands have moved to grasp my derrière and give the cheeks a similar gripping embrace and massage. I cry out with pure ecstasy and urge the further entry of your fingers that already taunt the fragrant tenders, now damp with excitement below. “Inside, deep inside, stretch me wide for you…”

You surface for air and stare into my wild lusting eyes. “This might be what you need, baby…”

Loosing the ball gag’s collar, I moan with despair at my misspoken words. You kiss me deeply before I feel the cherry orb being eased into my oozing void below. My eyes pop open with the invasion as you watch my reaction change from surprise to acquiescence. “Oh gawd, oh gawd that is sooooo good…”

You push it past as I relax to accept it fully. The collar is twisted to swirl it within and my deep growl confirms ‘how good’ it is. You tug it back out to hear the pop, then back in for the return into place. I am beside myself as you repeat the back and forth, intrigued by my its effect on my wanton abandon and slurpy popping in the increasing ooze. “Ohgawdohsoogoodgawd”

Incoherent with bliss and berserk from the perfection I’m experiencing, you have another ‘outside-the-box’ impulse. Bringing the cherry from within me, you dangle its drenched orb between our lips to share. We join in a kiss to savor and cleanse my flavor from it in tandem. Our eyes roll in ecstasy from this fresh take on an old prop and drool accordingly. As we savor, you ease yourself deep inside me to replace it. I am quickly crazed with the full stretch you prepared me for and murmur phrases from my high school French classes. This added touch gooses your thrusts, lifting me from the floor as my jumble spills forth…

“Encore une fois, répétez, s’il vous plaît, je voudrais encore une fois, je ne comprends pas, J'ai besoin de toi plus profondément, Je n'ai pas le contrôle, Tu es si magnifique et au plus profond de moi, je suis impuissant à résister.”

I am quivering as you explode to fill me to overflowing. “Ohgawdohsoogoodgawd, I’m cumming”

I am incoherent again as our bodies vibrate in unison, because there really is no language or words enough to describe this exquisite excellence.

[broadcastbabe]

I confess that your gaze has drenched me. It is hungry and helpless to what you see before you. I can see your impulse to pounce being constrained by what is left of your manners. After all, you arrived unannounced and found me lounging, contemplating a long languid self-pleasuring session. I'm sure you would have figured prominently in my fantasies… among so many others that have showed less restraint. Feeling more exposed in my fishnet catsuit, than I would standing before you naked, I shift my weight, squirming to control myself. Your eyes traverse my body as if you are calculating the logistics and probabilities. I feel another gush between my legs as I imagine you deep inside, and an attendant trickle down my inner thigh is felt. Gasping in vain to try to temper my breathing, it is to no avail as my lust elevates my chest and the friction against my tender nipples. You moan and adjust yourself, gripping the mass that twitches. I'm frozen with anticipation as you approach me, still wordless but speaking volumes with our intense eye contact. It is inevitable that my curiosity will compel me to fumble with your fly and bring you into my own hand. You pulse and throb as I tuck you between my thighs to inhabit the gap and moisten the length from tip to hilt. You murmur of the sensations as I hum from relishing this first step. Locked in our gaze, we share our breaths between us, until you suck my tongue into your thirsty mouth. The inhabitation is as benign as below, but the reciprocity is not lost on me. Your suction is powerful, and your hands have palmed my breasts, as you continue the slow back and forth glide of yourself along my juicy swelling folds. The fishnets add an interesting wrinkle to the rubbing that begs to be taken inside me in a deeply profound way. Your lips purse to release my tongue and you ask for no consent as I press down on your shoulders to lower your body for a quenching from the source. The familiar suckling makes me squeal quite loudly as my breathing becomes ragged and agitated. My oozing is being devoured as you gnaw away the limp netting to provide full unobstructed access. As if scouting, your tongue slithers inward to suss out the terrain. Dizzying in its reach, my knees give way, falling into your embrace. Still on your knees, you lift me up, to impale yourself into my welcoming void in a consequentially perfect fit. Settling back on your haunches, I straddle and grind into your lap and our face-to-face union. Our deeply gratified moans are neverending as you begin to piston me up and down upon you. Gravity pulls you into my deepest depths, while the lift up thrills every nerve ending into an exhilarating submission to pleasure. We are now wide-eyed and full of vigor as if awakened from a heavy-petting session. The rest of the body suit is still intact, but between and below I am being stretched and filled to splitting. My eyelids begin to flutter as I surrender to the pummeling and make all sorts of preliminary promises of cumming with a new fierceness. You gnaw on my throbbing nipples to amplify the contrast, and give my firm flexing rump a few hard swats to counterbalance the release with equal amounts of shocking pain. It's a recipe you have perfected, as I begin to quiver and quake, losing my vision to strobes and fireworks. I clench spasmodically and trigger your own detonation inside me. Our distant voices are harmonious and of unique feral species as we cum… and cum… and cum. What seems like days later, I return to find you nursing my breasts like a newborn kitten, timid but attentively obsessed. I consider requesting a heads-up before you drop by in the future, but then think better of it.

[broadcastbabe]

This clever rope-binding serves us both… you get to watch me manipulate and succumb to my own self-pleasuring. While I’m allowed my own pace in indulging my slow and persistent arousal to taunt you with my patience for the process. The knotted length threaded between my thighs rides the tender fleshy folds that soon puff and tingle with my tugging to apply friction. It is glorious and I laugh with abandon at the visceral thrills being delivered… and at your need for a quick resolution. Is it a teachable moment for the realization, that I desire… no, crave a slow and steady ramping to an orgasm? The exhibition is meant to be a prolonged approach to show off the many nuances of my sexual colors. There is a playful sex kitten teasing myself to create a curiosity for more… beyond the tentative grazes I would use to remind my sensual mind throughout the day. Just little placeholders to bring me back for another tickle… like micro-dosing. When the revisits become more frequent, the yearning kicks in… still not needing a release, just guiding my insistence to the next level of gasps and soft purring from the delights of responsiveness. When my first whimper escapes reflexively, I treasure the drop in my social inhibitions, imagining scenarios where I am behaving in a brazen manner to satisfy myself. In this case, I am playing all the roles, so no need to flirt or come on to a stranger for feedback or an assist. The flutter in my loins signals a reflex, now engaged to take it further, damn the consequences or payoffs, there are further thrills in store for my body. I go inside myself a bit to assess the shift and luxuriate in the physical. I’m panting in anticipation, so I lick my dry lips and half close my eyes to concentrate on the sensations. I hear my whimpers, in response to the shift in speed of the moist ropes now rubbing at a more insistent rate. I have tugged them taut, hoisting them up between the swelling… which produces a deep guttural moan of gratification. Pushing into and grinding against them as they become drenched, I undulate my body within their bonds… to suffer a bit of pain, as I relish the increasing pleasure. There is a point of no return, where my body calls out for a culmination, and I become a willing supplicant to its demands… I am close, but these delicious chills and shivers are worth lingering in this state. My skin is effervescent and waves of quivers foreshadow the greater convulsions my body will endure. I am dizzy and of an animal mind, feral and hungry for myself alone and to do my body’s bidding. Opening my heavy-lidded eyes to make eye contact, you sit mesmerized by this horizon event. I am spectacular in my restraint within your man-made restraints, writhing and heaving with the approaching inevitable. Suddenly, everything goes dark, though filled with a galaxy of stars as I am drawn into a black hole of cumming, vivid and exacting, confusing and messy all at once. I hear my howling of a god’s name, in another distant sphere and collapse backward to squirm and shudder on cushions of clouds. I float downstream forever as time becomes meaningless in the aftermath of continuing aftershocks. At some point, my body and mind become untethered, drifting onto a shore, where the water’s edge rhythmically laps against my throbbing nethers. I am content with this pleasant cooling and awaken to find you there, quenching yourself with my delectable drippings… and groaning with gratitude.