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Juicy Pussy…!

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Meg Philip
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Juicy Pussy…!

My pussy is very special, simply because it is my pussy and if I don’t love or appreciate my pussy then nobody else will (ok, not quite).

My pussy was once described as a forward c-cup; meaning no matter what angle you approach it, access is still easy…. No I didn’t quite get that either.

An old Jamaican boyfriend of mine once described my pussy as ‘fat till it buff’ and also gave it the nickname ‘forty pound weight punani!’

Flattered? Hardly! I mean would you want to be referred to as a fat or juicy pussy girl? I didn’t, well not until I realised (much later in life) what power my juicy pussy has!!

Let me go back a few years to my late teens….

Back then I didn’t know what all the ‘pussy’ fuss was about, especially as I never used to like looking at my pussy much; I never really liked the way it looked, it was far too fat and hairy for my liking. Then after a ‘girls’ night in and discovering that a couple of my mates didn’t really support the pussy afro either, I decided it was time to get a haircut.

I was coached on the in’s and out’s of personal grooming, from hair removal cream to razors, from how much hair to take off and so on; I planned to take action sooner rather than later. I visited Superdrug the next day to purchase a pack of luxury female razors, there were so many to choose from….

Later that evening, I perched carefully on the edge of the bath with a strategically balanced mirror, a glass of Rosé and a soaped up pussy. With slow and steady strokes, I began to mow my personal lawn; it seemed to take forever it was that long and thick.

Now the plan was just to make my pussy afro a little shorter and to also tidy up my bikini line; nothing more, nothing less. However, after downing the Rosé and imagining that I heard footsteps in the empty house, panic took over and I moved at lightning speed. Before I knew it, my afro had completely disappeared and my pussy felt as smooth as a peach.

Shit this wasn’t supposed to happen; however, I did fully appreciate the new look. I held the mirror at every angle possible to admire my afro-free pussy. Yeah, I really liked that new look. My first instinct was to run and show somebody, but something (I’m not quite sure what), held me back.

I stood in the shower to rinse off the excess hair and soap, and the feeling of the hot water running over my afro-free pussy felt so good that I just had to have a little play. After an orgasm or two later, I finally stepped out of the shower and admired my new haircut some more.

From then on, it has been a shaven haven all the way; there are times when I do sport an action man style haircut but more often, I go for the Kojak look.

When I walk around naked, my lover takes one look at my shaven haven and falls at my feet, ready to obey. I can stand with my beautiful juicy pussy in front of his face and I can guarantee he will take my hips in his palms, pull me closer to him and thrust his tongue deep inside me.

Aah yes, the pussy is such a powerful weapon!

I really do enjoy looking at my pussy now and can often sit spread eagled in front of a mirror, for hours on end admiring and playing with my “c-cup, fat till it buff, forty pound weight juicy punani!”

Just as I finished writing this Pussy Piece, I received notification from a blog I subscribe to from a fellow Erotic Author. The message informed me of his latest blog “Ode to a Fat Pussy” and him posting that piece is so apt, that I just had to mention it here. If anybody ever doubts there is love for a juicy pussy, read Mr Oh’s blog and you’ll see otherwise.

Master Bates

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Meg Philip
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Master Bates

My dearest sweetest Ghetto Mistress,

I implore you to forgive the wicked erotic musings of my vile tortured self. I am repeatedly visited by a demon bringing visions of your goodly self in a state of immodest nakedness begging me to join with you in a series of the most depraved acts that only the most wanton mind could imagine.

These visions are accompanied by a stirring of my manhood to which my hand is irresistibly drawn to stroke in the most unnatural manner while I cry out in shame until the most horrific climax and I am released from my torment with a tremor of pain and the demon leaves its mark of the visit as sticky slime on my stomach and chest.

I fear that only your angelic self can put a stop this shameful event. To this end I invite you to spend time at my Sheffield estate at your earliest convenience but preferably before the end of the month, as I have no business to conduct between now and then!

I’ve listened to your voice messages repeatedly; your dulcet tones send the blood rushing straight to my cock. I visualise your beautiful soft lips sounding out every syllable as you speak. I wish my tongue were resting between those lips, feeling the vibrations with every word; my cock is very stiff at the thought.

Fucking Hell Mistress, you make me so hard!

I’d love for you to be here to see this; I can picture you now with one hand between your legs, the other squeezing your full breasts and your fingers playing with your delectable hard chocolate nipples. My pre cum is now there for your beautiful soft lips and tongue; my glans beautifully full and shining purple as I get ready to spurt my pleasure on any part of your wonderful body that you choose.

My illicit thoughts can be actioned if you were here beautifully naked and wanting to be pleasured; I have an image of you straddling my face and writhing ecstatically. If you were here to aid me surely you would prevent the depraved act I am in the middle of performing. I am laid naked, my solid manhood grasped tightly and thrashed manically whilst my sick mind has you attired in the most whorish red Basque, taking my stiff cock to your lips and then pushing your hot and wet tasty sweet cunt onto my needful lips and tongue.

Oh dear Mistress, this foul deed is now over and I hope you can sometime administer a suitable punishment; I deserve a sound thrashing for such imaginings!

Loads of lust

Your obedient servant Master Bates

Garden Man

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Meg Philip
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Garden Man

So there I am sitting out on the verandah (or porch as I’ve just been corrected) overdosing on some much-needed vitamin D and minding my own business. As I stand up to stretch my legs and admire my surroundings yet again, I notice a young man in the garden a few houses down standing by a tree; nothing wrong with that really, right?

I wonder what he is up to I think as he casually glances in my direction; it looks like he’s having a wee I then say out loud to myself. He looks over at me again with his hand on what looks to be his zip and takes a few steps back from the tree. Again I ponder on what he could be doing down there and does he know I’m standing here watching him. As I focus in on him I come to the conclusion that he his either taking a piss or flashing me, as he is now clearly fondling himself whilst looking over at me. He is however, several feet away and slightly shielded by the bushes so it is a little difficult to be certain of his activity.

He is now staring at me or in my direction and standing a little further back from the tree with his dick in his hand. His bladder must be really full or he’s having a wank I say out loud and that’s when I realise that he is indeed having a wank in the hot sunshine to an unsuspecting audience…me. Finding this somewhat amusing as I do, I call out to my twin: “Oh my days there’s a man down there having a wank, he is proper wanking and looking at me”.

My twin takes a little look, mutters something unpleasant under her breath whilst returning back indoors and orders me to follow. As if, I’m waiting to see the end result if there is one!

So I’m now in shock that this man who is a good few houses below, is standing in his garden by a tree and clearly masturbating; every few strokes he takes a step back as if to give me a better view. Now, for all the time that he’s at it, I’m standing there watching and wondering if this show is for me or for somebody else and seeing as he is the only one in his garden as well as blatantly staring at me, I think I am safe to say that his little performance was indeed, for me!

Should I feel honoured, disgusted, amused or all three?

For those that know me really well, will know that I was most certainly amused by this spontaneous indecent activity and found me a suitable spot to watch and enjoy the rest of the show. Garden Man too, appeared to appreciate his audience as he repositioned himself in a way to give me a full and proper view of what could be a fairly impressive tool, as he continued to masturbate.

After a few minutes however, I grew bored of the show and started pottering around in an attempt to get ready to go out. However, I made sure I checked in on Garden Man’s progress every so often, more so to see if he was still at it and guess what…he was!

Showered, dressed and waiting for the others I’ve gone back outside and noticed that Garden Man is wiping his brow with a towel and also appears to be cleaning his tool with some tissue; drat I missed the ending!!

But upon noticing my return, Garden Man starts his routine all over again, just for me. And now I do feel honoured lol!

We had a couple of visitors during the next fifteen minutes or so of Garden Man’s second performance and I laughed as he ducked every time one of them walked in or out of the house. After about half an hour of ducking and masturbating, Garden Man must have given up, as I didn’t see him again; I wonder if he will repeat his performance for me tomorrow…?

Sexy Sky

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Meg Philip
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Sexy Sky

I was sitting on the edge of my bed, naked and fresh from the shower; I was air drying whilst waiting for the sun to come up. I stared intently at the sky, absorbing the amber and grey/blue colours.

My mind wandered as I reflected on the past few days. I thought about you and true to form, you made contact. We talked, laughed and reminisced; promising to meet up soon.

I looked up at the sky, and it was less amber and more of a creamy/beige colour by now; the grey/blue was violet looking. I was mesmerised, totally lost as I got my morning sky fix and imagined what it would be like to roll around with the clouds.

As I rubbed the cocoa butter into my skin, I thought about the day ahead and was once again distracted; that time however, it was from the persistent red light flashing from my phone. Could it be a text, an email or a BB message? I tried to ignore it and continued making myself shiny by absentmindedly applying more of the thick and greasy stuff, into my skin.

I looked up and noticed the sky was brightening slowly; it had turned to a shade of pink and violet. So out came the phone and I took a handful of pictures to add to my ‘sky’ collection. The little red light was still flashing, taunting me, and daring me to read the message. I succumbed; the power of the flashing red light was too much. I hung my head to look at the type of message; it was a text. Before I opened it, I knew who it was from.

Could I be bothered to read the foolishness this person was likely to say that morning? Did I really want the text to ruin my morning sky fix? I read it and smiled, it weren’t that bad so I responded and then indulged in a little text play for five minutes or so. And then came the phone calls; I vowed to myself that I wouldn’t entertain those ‘types’ of phone calls before a certain time. But the thought of that sexy voice weakened my resolve instantly.

Mmm that voice.

I was wet within seconds of our banter and put my hand to work immediately. I may as well whack one out before I go to work. I mention how wet I am and what I hoped to achieve in the next ten minutes or so. Of course the caller accepted the challenge and issued some instructions. I made myself comfortable and fully embraced the role of Submissive Sasha. I touched here, there and everywhere. I squeezed, pinched, pulled, scratched and stroked as instructed. I was on fire, on the brink; I needed to release but wasn’t allowed to, well not yet anyway.

Hang on a little longer the caller instructed.

I tell you man I was climbing the fucking walls by now and was tempted to just disobey further instructions and do what I had to do. I held back though, that sexy voice was pushing all the right buttons and in the correct order too!

The caller didn’t disappoint; I exploded with an almighty tribal scream. My orgasm was powerful, so powerful that my body continued to shake long after I stopped cumming. I rarely cum that hard through masturbation but being on the receiving end of phone sex with Mr Deep Voice, always does the job!

Mmm that voice!

You…

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Meg Philip
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You…

Your deep voice drives me wild, your soft lips make me melt, and your firm body leaves me weak for days.

I made myself comfortable on your sumptuous recliner and could feel the sleep threatening to consume me. I tried really hard to concentrate on what you were saying; I even tried to sit up and look at you but failed. I was far too relaxed and so I slumped back into the recliner and closed my eyes. The idle chit chat lasted for as long as it took me to finish my skinny latte and blueberry muffin; I missed lunch again!

‘Finished your drink?’ you asked softly.

Damn that voice.

‘Yeah babe, long time’ I replied with a yawn.

‘How dare you come visit me, stretch out in my chair and fall asleep’ you said.

‘Sorry but I’m so comfortable and relaxed and…’You silenced me with a kiss, whilst squeezing your body next to mine on the sumptuous recliner. Your soft full lips pecked at mine gently and as always I melted instantly. You pecked my top lip first and then my bottom lip. You planted gentle kisses all over my face; lingering every time I gasped. Your tender lips sent shivers down my spine, my miniscule knickers were already soaked and I couldn’t help but moan softly with every peck. You moved from my face to my neck, to my collar bone and then to my ears; what is it with you and my ears? You sucked and nibbled my ear lobe before licking my entire ear inside and out; tongue fucking my ear as if your life depended on it.

Mmm this is different I thought.

Ok, so the persistent tongue fucking wasn’t really doing it for me even though I tried in vain to relax and go with the flow. However, my futile attempts at pulling away only seemed to add to your persistence as you continued to administer this bizarre activity. I finally managed to turn my face to yours and puckered up to feel your beautiful lips on mine once more. You had other ideas and kissed my chin tenderly and then the tip of my nose.

Wow! That tip of the nose kissing was the business; talk about make a girl pant and become extremely wet. And then you kissed my eyes! Fuck me, double wow!

Eyelids and tip of the nose kissing is definitely an experience I’ve never had before but certainly want to repeat it especially with you. Your lips on any part of my body drive me wild but damn; did I mention the eyelids and tip of the nose?

‘Let’s take this to the bedroom’ we said in unison.

You led the way and were naked within seconds. We kissed some more, lots more and stroked each other. My clothes soon found their rightful place on the floor next to yours whilst you sat on the edge of the bed watching me undress. You bit and slapped my round arse; I pushed you to lie down on the bed and was on top of you in a flash. You know how much I liked to control this part of our sessions. I kissed you almost as you kissed me, lingering on the juicier parts of your body and biting you in certain places too but you don’t like to be bitten as you reminded me.

I sat up and massaged your cock, whilst stroking your nipples with my other hand. I then lowered my head to kiss your succulent cock; ever so softly whilst listening to you moan and mumble. I sucked, licked and massaged, and you moaned and mumbled repeatedly. I adjusted my technique so I could take more of your succulent cock with every movement. Your hand squeezed my shoulder as I tightened my lips around your cock.

I turned to look at you, holding your gaze as my head bobbed up and down on your juicy cock. We smiled at each other and our eyes sparkled simultaneously; you couldn’t hold my gaze any longer, the pleasure from my tongue caused your eyes to roll back. Wow, such a beautiful sight.

You let out a deep and soulful moan that added to my own excitement; I could feel a puddle coming on.

I released your cock and attempted to climb on top of you, but you had other ideas. You encouraged me to lie on my back and climbed on top of me, spreading my legs wide. You smiled at my agility and entered me slowly.

Wow, what a rush!

The content sigh and moans that followed was a sure sign of the bond between us. You fucked me slow, no let me correct that; you made love to me slow and sensually, gazing in to my eyes as your cock reacquainted itself with my sodden pussy. I held your gaze and smiled whilst rocking back and forth into your gentle thrusts. We breathed deeply, together as one, eyes still locked. You put both of my legs on your shoulders and picked up the pace somewhat. Our breathing quickened and my thrusts increased to match yours. You started to talk dirty to me, mumbling how hard you were going to fuck me, how much you liked my wet pussy and how hard you were going to cum inside me. We changed positions; I was up and on all fours awaiting your cock, you murmured your appreciation but wanted me lower. You pulled me closer to the edge of the bed, encouraged me to lie lower with my arse in the air and then plunged your cock deep inside.

I exhaled as my pussy accommodated your cock, exhaled as the euphoria completely took over. You fucked me hard, slapped my arse and told me how much you wanted my pussy. I squeezed your cock with every thrust and before I knew what was happening, you pulled out and came all over my arse. You stood there trembling slightly, your limp cock dripping and your body glistened with that post coital glow. I stretched out on the bed and encouraged you to join me. We lay there naked, side by side not saying a word; enjoying the aftermath of our passion.

It was soon time for me to go. We kissed, I went to clean up, made a couple of calls and left you alone; that was four days ago.

I can still feel your semi naked body on mine. I can still feel your succulent lips on my nipples. I love the way your eyes roll back as you suckle on my nipples. I love the way your slender hands gently stroke my breasts. I love the feel of your tongue and teeth caressing my nipples and my breasts. I love the way everything you do to me sends a million shivers all over my body.

Your deep voice drives me wild, your soft lips make me melt, and your firm body leaves me weak for days.

Tend To My Needs

By
Meg Philip
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Tend To My Needs

I want some attention that only a woman of my calibre deserves; I’d like you to administer a sensuous massage, stroking and caressing my toned sexy body in all the right places.

Tease me with those nimble fingers of yours, as you apply pressure in all the right places. You know baby, the sort of places that make me wet instantly…

I then want you to slowly kiss and caress my lips, my neck, my breasts and my nipples; work your way down to my wet pussy and then lick between my pussy lips too!

Massage my clit with your tongue; nibble at my bud with your teeth and lips, gently and slowly to make me groan and pant. Linger in this position, making me wetter and hotter for you and then without warning, thrust your tongue deep into my pussy and listen out for that inevitable gasp of breath I’ll take as I respond to the change in pleasure.

Oh yeah baby that’s what I want, for you to keep fucking me like that with your tongue whilst your sexy fingers find my arse and tease my hole. The pleasure from your tongue and fingers will drive me wild and make my cunt even wetter than we think possible.

Such intense licking and fingering really needs to be followed up with some more clitoris stimulation to fuel the powerful orgasm that has been building up inside me for the last few days.

As you work your magic on my clit, I’ll lock my legs around your neck to allow you to finger fuck my arse as you suck on my swollen clit. And as my body prepares for the impending explosion, I’ll squeeze your neck tighter with my legs, arch my back, hold onto your head and force you deeper into my hot wet cunt.

I’ll pant, scream and dig my nails into your head, your neck and your shoulders whilst my body goes into spasm overdrive as I cum very hard and fast, repeatedly.

Powerful and multiple orgasms that only you can help me achieve with your fantastic tongue, lips, teeth and nimble fingers!

So my love, do you think you can manage that?

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