After He read my last post, it brought out protectiveness in Mac that I appreciated very much. He had been the one that had told me of Nicholas's involvement with the other women, though at the time Mac was unaware of any relationship I had with Nicholas outside of friendship. It bothered Him that He had been the bearer of bad news even though it had happened so long ago. He hates to see me hurt, hates to think that I have hurt, almost like a father protecting a child. This is not to say W/we do 'age play', in fact I am loath to say W/we do any type of play at all. W/we do what is best for U/us and that is what counts. (I am a big believer of couples doing what is the best thing for them and never judge anyone's ideas on what's right for them as being wrong, only as not being right for U/us.)

There was a time that I did cheat on the boyfriend, although it wasn't with Mac. The guy I cheated with was Nicholas, a new and seemingly unattached man who was introduced to our group of friends by another woman. The timing was really wrong for me. My boyfriend of six months had told me the day before going away that he had just broken up with his girlfriend that he had been with for a year. I was surprised. I had thought we were exclusive and had no idea he was seeing someone else, let alone someone he had been with longer than me. He needed the time away to think. I needed the time away from him to think too. This is not an excuse for anything I did. It is just the way it happened.

Nicholas was a delicious man. Strong, intelligent, charming and good looking. He turned more than a few heads and I was shocked and, of course, flattered that he took an interest in me. I slept with him the day I met him, the day after my boyfriend's announcement about his other girlfriend.

Nicholas made me laugh and before I knew it we were back at my place and his tongue was in my mouth and I wanted it to stop but I really didn't want it to stop. I pushed him away, he gave me some space then he kissed me again and again I responded and soon we were naked, on the bed, fucking each other violently. He was cursing me and thrusting into me and I was whimpering and meeting each of his thrusts with a plea for more. I wanted him harder and faster and I wanted to hurt. He pinched my nipples and he called me a whore and I felt like my body was being pounded apart.

I came and I came and I came again, swearing and begging him for more. We were both drenched in sweat, we were both suffused in lust and when he came it was loud and intense and He pushed into me so hard that I thought I would split open. He lay on me quietly for a time then we started talking.

I was trying hard not to think about what I had just done. He seemed very casual about it all although he was aware that I did have a boyfriend somewhere. He started touching me and I didn't want him too but it felt so good to be touched. My breath caught and I knew I wanted him to fuck me again. He asked if I had a vibrator and I opened the bedside drawer and he chose the one he wanted, a little thing really. He told me to get on my hands and knees and I did, glad that there were no questions, just orders and all I had to do was as I was told.

He turned the vibrator on and ran it against my thigh, against my cunt and inside me. I squirmed and I moaned and he took it from me, replacing it with his cock. He fucked me slowly and I wriggled against him trying to get him to pound into me again. I needed it to hurt. He turned the vibrator back on and held it against my ass while his cock was deep inside me. I whimpered and pushed back against it, suddenly needing to be doubly filled. He slid it into me, slowly, going deeper with each push until it was almost all inside me. He then lay against me, using his body to hold the vibrator in place.

'Fuck,' he said, 'I can feel the vibrations in my cock.'
I came then, huge gasping sobs and he pushed himself further inside me and came too, swearing and biting at my shoulders. I lay on the bed crying and he kissed me and told me he had to go.

I was glad he left, I wanted him gone and I never wanted to see him again. I hated myself for what I just did, sex with an almost complete stranger, at my apartment, alone. I was dirty. I was stupid. I was nothing. I got up from the bed and I went and showered, the water as hot as I could stand using lots of soap. I scrubbed at his teeth marks, I scrubbed at his semen, I cleaned him from me the best I could and my skin was red raw by the time I went back to bed.

I masturbated then, painfully, hurting myself for being such a useless nothing, such a dirty slut and I fell asleep crying and promising myself that I would never ever see Nicholas again.

The next day when he knocked at my door, I let him in, and the next weekend, and the next. He told me he was too busy with work to see me through the week and I was glad of it. Being away from him was a relief. I hated myself for needing him so much. The third weekend was when I found out he was also involved with the woman who had introduced us, and was seeing (fucking) a couple of other friends of mine as well. I was hurt and I was angry though when I confronted him, he laughed and pointed out that as I had a boyfriend I was hardly one to judge. Having been found out by a few of us, he thought it was best that he disappeared and he did it very well. I only saw him briefly a couple of times over the next year and he smiled at me and said hello and asked how things were with the boyfriend. I told him we had worked it out and stayed together and he told me he was happy for me and left me with a throbbing aching cunt just from having him near.

The boyfriend had come back from his time away and had begged me not to leave him, promised me he would be honest with me from now on. He said he loved me, told me he needed me and as I had just been fucking another man I felt I owed it to him to give it another chance. I stayed with him another year and for the last six months of it I felt like I was drowning under his desperate need.

I did try and get in contact with Nicholas when the boyfriend and I split, but he had moved and changed jobs, even his email address was invalid. Then I remembered he was a lying ass and didn't try to find out where he had gone.

Some things are much better left just as they are.

I have been asked to tell here a fantasy I had about Mac before He took me as His. This is really going to challenge me because I want to make it wicked and spicy and decedant but really it was just a submissive sexual fantasy.

To get an idea of where this comes from you have to know that when I met Mac it was within a group of friends. I had a long-term boyfriend who I was madly in love with. Mac had a long-term girlfriend who He was in love with too. O/our friendship was platonic although I submitted to Mac in small ways from the moment I met Him. Sometimes it was very hard for U/us both to understand.

Although I knew little about Him sexually, I still would sometimes fantasise about Him. He expressed surprise at this today, as there was nothing for me to fantasise about. I grinned at Him and told Him that I didn't really need that much and He asked me to write it down as I am much better at expressing myself when writing than I am at speaking. So here it is, the fantasy I had about Mac before I belonged to Him.

He would be at my apartment unexpectedly as I was getting ready for a date. I would already be dressed in a low cut top and short skirt, stockings and high heels when He arrived and somehow managed to get Himself invited in. I tell Him I have to leave soon and He tells me He just wants to talk to me about something and tells me to fix Him a drink. I notice that He never asked me for anything just expected that I would do as He said and I fix the drink as He likes while He makes Himself comfortable on the couch. He watches me move about and I feel like prey being stalked by a tiger and when I bring the drink to Him, He takes it from my hands and places it on the coffee table without even taking a sip.

'I am going to fuck you.' He says and I know there is no question to it. I have no choice. I am in His control now. He seems to be waiting for something and I can't bring myself to look at him, keeping my eyes lowered, looking at the floor.
All I can say is a very quiet 'yes' and He seems satisfied with that. He pulls me to Him, my knees either side of His legs on the couch. I am facing Him and He puts a hand on my neck and drags my head to His and His tongue invades my mouth while His other hand slides along my thigh and up my skirt. He stops suddenly and pulls away from the kiss. 'No panties?' He asks although He already knows and I feel myself blushing deeply, unable to meet His eyes again. 'Slut,' He hisses and I smile demurely as His fingers pry at my cunt. He pulls my hand to the bulge in His jeans and I find myself undoing them and freeing His already hard cock. I touch it, watching it as my fingers stroke it, my tongue licking my lips. 'Slut,' He says again, louder this time and He forces my head back to His and kisses me roughly and deeply, His tongue probing as He raises my hips. I guide Him to the very place I want Him, sliding the head of His cock along the heat of me, resting Him against the entrance to my cunt. He growls and pulls my head back by my hair, exposing my neck and as I impale myself on Him He bites me and I gasp, His cock stretching me open as His teeth bruise my skin. He pulls my shirt up, exposing my breasts and He sucks and licks at each nipple in turn while I fuck Him. He grabs my hips and forces me into a rhythm that He controls, so that I am more rocking against Him rather than moving up and down and I feel the pressure on my clitoris. I shudder and whisper His name and I come, hiding my face in His shoulder while the orgasm overtakes me. He holds me still, stroking my back softly as my cunt contracts on His cock.

He allows me to settle before whispering in my ear, 'on your knees and finish me in your mouth. Now, bitch. I want to see you suck my cock.' I sink to my knees in front of Him and take His cock into my mouth, licking and sucking and enjoying the taste of me on Him. I feel Him start to swell and I hear the phone ring. 'Don't stop' He growls, though the thought never entered my mind. The answering machine picks up and I hear my boyfriend whine 'Where are you? You are supposed to be here.' and Mac's semen fills my mouth with it's hot, slick taste. 'I am only going to wait five more minutes then I will go home. The phone clicks dead.

Mac shakes His head. 'I don't think you are going to make it,' He says.

In this past year with Mac I have given my submission a lot of thought and revisited old relationships with a new taint on the memories. For a long long time I denied the existence of the way I felt. I was taught to be independent. I was taught to stand on my own two feet and be responsible for myself. I struggled with it, constantly torn between my need to submit and my belief I should be strong. I put on a dominant front, and men would think they were getting involved with an independent woman. I would fall in love with any man that showed signs of strength in their character and they would adore having this seemingly strong woman fall at their feet. They couldn't cope for long though, not with someone who actually needed them, who devoted herself to them and who loved them so intensely. As each relationship fell apart, I knew that I had failed.

There have only been two relationships where I have felt my submission was acceptable. Funnily enough, they were my first relationship and this one, my last. In the first, we were both in our teens and neither of us knew what submission was and if we had I doubt either of us would have cared. It has only been in the past two years of searching for whom I really am that I have begun to understand.

James and I started our relationship when I was almost 15 and he was 19. It is actually a huge age difference and, at the very beginning, one he was unaware of. I didn't look 15, I didn't act 15 and the night we started sleeping together we had been out to a nightclub (legal drinking age here is 18). James assumed I was underage, he thought I was about 17 and it come as a shock to him that I was a virgin that night and as a bigger shock later on when he discovered my age. By that time we were already entwined.

I don't remember exactly when we started playing games with ropes and blindfolds and such, but I do know that I really enjoyed it when he would tie me up and 'pretend' to force me to do things. It could hardly have been real force considering I wanted him to do anything and everything to me once I was tied.

I went to his place one afternoon and he was in a playful mood and I teased him and was cheeky to him until he told me I needed to be punished. He tied me to the kitchen table, each of my ankles tied to the bottom of the table leg and my hands stretched out to the other side. My feet remained on the floor. He had already removed my panties and as I lay there bent at the hips, open to his inspection I found that I was completely calm. He slapped me playfully a couple of times but his real intent had been on fucking me and it was only a minute or two before he did. He held my hips and pounded himself into me with little care for my comfort and I think I may have been whimpering while I was being fucked. I remember wanting him to come, wishing he would come, trying to wriggle back against him so that he would come and when his hands gripped my hips and he pushed into me harder and grunted as his cock spurted inside me I gurgled with happiness and slipped further into a world of peace while my cunt squeezed at his cock. He started to soften and slipped from me, walking to the side of the table so he could see my face. He leaned down and kissed me and asked if I needed anything. I smiled at him and said I was fine. He grabbed himself a drink and then sat behind me to drink it. I knew he was watching me and I felt no shame at all. I was proud that he was looking, happy that it was me that had made him come, and I was enjoying the feeling of his semen running down my thighs. I was watching the clouds pass by the window outside and all I could think was HE had enjoyed me, HE was enjoying me and if I were lucky HE would enjoy me again.

Eventually he stood behind me again and thrust himself into me and I remember I was begging him to come for me and he did with even more force and more noise than the first time. He untied me from the table and tucked me in his arms and he held me and loved me until I had to go home.

We were together for over two years and I fell apart when we broke up (as all women do when they lose their first love). I think now though, that through all other relationships I have been looking for a grown up version of James.

I have to grin now just thinking that if it was Mac that tied me to the kitchen table you can be sure it would not be for some feigned punishment. He would do it simply because He felt like it. The slaps would not be playful and the sex would be much rougher and I doubt I would be untied after He had come only twice. The peace would be much deeper and my love for Him would grow and I would know I was exactly what He wanted me to be.

I really can't ask Him for more.

I haven't had much time to write a post, so I thought I would show something I had prepared earlier. Actually, this is one of the emails I sent to Mac that had Him showing up at my place before work, growling with lust and wanting to be pleasured. I don't think He will mind me showing this, and I think it gives a good idea just why the office was never as enticing as being in my bed.

"I can't seem to get past this constant fascination that I have with Your semen. I wake and I want to feel it covering my hand, webbing between my fingers. I get up and I want to feel it leak down my thighs. I go about my daily tasks and I ache to feel it dry against my stomach in the circles that I have painted on me. I sit down to eat and I want to be able to taste it at the back of my throat. I come here to write to You and I want to be able to feel my nipples harden with it. I have never held such fascination for it as I do now. I have always avoided the stuff, showering as soon as possibly polite (sometimes sooner) to remove any traces of it. Now my days are filled with wondering at the taste, the texture, the heat, the way it feels as it lands on me, the feeling as it dries on me, leaks from me and more. I want to see it come from You, the gushing spurts as it covers my hands, my breasts, my neck and my face. I want to feel it being pushed inside me by Your cock. I want to share it with You, kneeling over You to let it fall from me into Your mouth, I want to feel You push it back into me with Your tongue. I want to be come-soaked, deliciously, utterly, completely covered in Your semen, showered in it, leaking it, tasting it, the way a girl should. I ache to be the constant receptacle of Your pleasure. I ache to be Your constant come-soaked slut, the whore that never leaves Your bed unless she is dripping with Your last orgasm, the dirty little girl who revels in taking You from her cunt with her fingers so she can taste You all day. I wear Your semen the way I wear Your marks, with all the pride of who I am: Your woman."

Gosh, now I want to feel His semen drying on me again.

W/we had sex last night. Beautiful, delicious, mind numbing, multiple-orgasmic sex. My belly still aches from the strength and intensity and incredible number of orgasms I had. Once I had started to come I just peaked and peaked and peaked again with little break in between until I stopped being able to tell when one peak finished and the next began. Mac adores it when my body reacts like that to His. He will force Himself to hold back so He can enjoy my loss of control. He likes to take me to the edge where the pleasure turns to pain and then He will give in and allow Himself to come.

I love sex like that, noisy, messy, rough and filling. He makes me work hard for the gift of His pleasure and it always feels like such a reward when it is given. Then again it feels like a reward no matter how it is given.

I can make Mac come faster than any man I have slept with and He recovers faster than any man I have known. (Although to be honest, I have had fewer lovers than it sometimes seems, that's not counting the men that W/we have used for enjoyment.) There have been times I have made Him come 3 times within 10 minutes and I adore the look of pleasure on His face when I do.

I can remember reaching between U/us and jerking His cock to orgasm while He was trying to get inside me and I have giggled as He growled and His semen has splashed over my cunt. He has shaken His head and grinned at my 'cat who licked the cream' satisfaction and let me kiss Him and guide Him inside me so I can pleasure Him some more. I will wrap my legs around Him and twist my fingers in His hair and I will wriggle my tongue in His mouth and do my best just to make Him come. Then I will move to take Him in my mouth and suck Him and lick Him clean of His semen and my juices (mmm what a delicious mix) and make Him come once more.

I love sex like that too, quick and decadent with lots and lots and lots of semen and lots of growling and groaning and grunting from my Male.

Some days I just love being a girl.

Last night Mac called me His virgin slut and I ended up giggling madly. (I giggle a lot.) What He said was true. Well sort of. Before Mac and I became U/us, my sluttish side was very repressed. The fantasies I had of sex with other men and women, of being watched, of being controlled and forced to do things I found uncomfortable, these were my deepest, darkest secrets that I kept completely to myself, along with fantasies of being whipped, bitten, bruised and slapped. I was afraid of these feelings, afraid that I was a bad evil girl.

So why did I chose to tell Mac? It was really very simple. Mac asked. He told me that it would please Him to share me sometimes. He told me that no matter what, He would always protect me and U/us and W/we would have rules to help keep U/us safe. I remember my reaction was one of shock, speechlessness and utter throbbing excitement. I was sitting at His feet with my head bowed low listening to Him talk about how this didn't mean He loved me any less, He knew that I belonged to Him and all I could think was 'My god, He wants me to fuck other people'. He asked if the idea excited or repulsed me, if I had feelings either way. I knew that lying to Him was impossible. He always said that the one thing garanteed to piss Him off was dishonesty so I have never bothered to try. I was so full of lust and so throbbingly wet that one look at my face would have given me away. I told Him I was scared, but even more than that, I was excited. He pulled me close to Him and kissed me deeply and told me He loved me as much for my honesty as for wanting to please Him.

When it happened the first time, I surprised myself more than anyone else. Mac tied my hands behind my back, knowing that I would feel less responsible and somehow freer by being bound. He also placed a collar on my neck. I was owned and no one had better forget it. I was made kneel in the centre of the floor and I shivered with both excitement and fear and then the first cock appeared in front of me and I forgot I was a nice girl and became a wanton whore. He withdrew from my mouth as he came and his semen was hot across my face. The man's girl came forward and licked his come from my cheeks, bringing it back to my mouth with her tongue before pushing me back and taking more of it to my clitoris. I came on her tongue begging her not to stop and pushing my cunt up into her face. Then there were more. Men and women that I made come and men and women that made me come and fingers and tongues and cocks that spread me open and hands that held me and pinched me and mouths that bruised and kissed me. At some stage my hands were untied and my fingers were sucked and bitten and buried inside a girl's cunt and sucked and bitten again. I have no clue how many orgasms I had and I have no clue how many orgasms I caused but I thrilled at being used and marked and splashed with come. At some stage I lost track of Mac. Some part of me knew He was there and some part of me knew He was watching and He was in control and I trusted Him so completely that I was able to forget everything else and just let myself feel the lust and enjoyment of those around me. Most of the memory is a blur of flashes and if I was asked to put them into order I doubt very much I could.

After, when it was just Mac and I, I couldn't bring myself to look at Him. I was so full of shame and felt so dirty and used. I was a come-soaked slut and I didn't deserve to kneel at this Man's feet. Not only had I enjoyed what had happened, I had so obviously loved it, thrilled to it and wanted more and He had watched it all. He must have known how full of lust I was, He couldn't have missed me begging for more. I was horrified to think what He thought of this horrible little semen-streaked whore that was before Him.

He touched my cheek and said 'good girl' and I felt His pride and pleasure in me and I sobbed in relief. He dragged me to my feet and kissed away my tears and took me to the shower and cleaned me up. He wrapped me in a huge towel and carried me to the bed and He whispered to me constantly that I was His princess, His angel, His girl and nothing would ever change that. I belonged to Him and I made Him proud and I gave Him pleasure and that was all that mattered. He told me He loved me and He filled me with His pleasure and with the knowledge that I really was a beautiful girl and that He would be with me forever. He was the only one to come inside me that night and when I woke in the morning I knew that it was only His semen that was still sticky against my thighs and I knew that it was something W/we would do again.

So a virgin slut may just be stretching it a little. Maybe it is more like a demure slut. At the very least, I am a slut that needs to be held very tightly in order to be free.

So you have an idea now of who W/we are. Or do you? Are W/we all about sex? Truthfully, there is more to U/us than sex, but I would have to say that sex is the most important part of O/our relationship. But, it is not 'just sex'. It has never been 'just sex'.

O/our relationship started at a very busy time for Mac. Work meant He was often travelling and often tired and He had very little time for anything He enjoyed, including me. He was honest with me about it, told me He wouldn't be around much, but when He was and when He desired me for sex, He would expect me to be ready. He would take what He wanted when He wanted. I realised that to see more of Him, I needed to make Him desire me more.

I used everything I could remember Him ever hinting about over the last three years. I bought underwear I knew He would like, pretty lacy girly things, mainly white, stockings instead of pantyhose. I bought tops that accentuated my breasts and short (but not too short) skirts.

And I wrote to Him. A lot. I wrote about things I imagined U/us doing and things I wanted to try and I would email Him at work or late at night when I knew He was asleep. He would wake and check email and more often then not He would end up at my place before work and W/we would fuck, or I would suck Him and then He would quickly leave. I have no clue how many times I made Him late for the office, but I do know that once I almost made Him miss a plane.

He had shown up at my place after reading a morning email and pushed me to my knees and fucked my mouth. He had kissed me and left quickly knowing that He still had things to pack and a plane to catch. I had immediately gone to the computer and written to Him about the taste of His semen in my mouth and how I was still throbbing from the touch of Him and how my breasts felt full and aching and in need of sucking.

Forty-five minutes later He was back at my door. When I opened it He said 'I love you'. I replied 'suck my tits.' And within moments He was inside me and W/we both came almost instantly and then again He was telling me He had to go. I kissed Him goodbye.

I got an email from Him at the other end of His flight. He felt guilty. He said that He had wanted to love me but I had said suck my tits and He could only think of fucking me and there had been no time. I remember getting the email and being surprised at the way He felt. He had come to see me twice before He left. It had made Him late but needing to see me had been more important. I was still leaking the semen He left inside me. I had brought Him pleasure. Twice. I had never felt more loved.

That brings me to another reason sex is so important to me. It is physical evidence that I have pleased Him.

He came to my place one day not long after W/we had gotten together and I was a complete mess. I had done something which I believed was right but I had received an abusive phone call from my brother over it. I knew it was just misguided anger, but it hurt me deeply that someone I loved could be so openly nasty to me.

Mac told me to calm down and tell Him about it but my first two sentences made little sense. Mac put His hand lightly over my mouth to hush me and He gave me the 'serious look'. He told me He needed to ask me some questions and that I needed to answer Him honestly and I said I would. He asked me what was the most important thing to me. I completely surprised myself when I answered Him with 'You'. He just smiled. Then He asked what it was that I wanted the most. I knew that what I wanted most was to please Him but I didn't want to say that. It felt like I was giving up an awful lot of power to Him. He just stood there, waiting patiently and it struck me that He already knew the answer. He just wanted me to admit it to myself. I told Him the truth. He smiled again.

He told me He had an erection I needed to take care of and told me to get on my knees. I did and when I took His cock into my mouth nothing else mattered. I kissed and licked and sucked on Him. I nuzzled Him against my cheek. I licked His balls and caressed Him with my fingers. I loved Him and I needed Him and when I took Him back into my mouth He whispered for me to look at Him and He smoothed my hair and held my head, controlling me without using any force or pressure. I watched Him while I sucked on His cock. I saw how much He was enjoying me and it filled me with a sense of peace. When I thought He was about to come I cupped His balls and gently squeezed. He growled and filled my mouth with semen. I continued to suck on Him through His orgasm, wanting to make His pleasure last as long as I could. It felt like it lasted a very long time. It filled me with delight to know that I had made Him come.

I stayed on my knees and bowed my head, a position I find very comforting. He was quiet for a minute, stroking my hair while He caught His breath. He moved His hand to my cheek and tilted my head up to look at Him.

He said 'you please me, woman' and I was suddenly so full of love for Him that I started to cry. I felt as though I had to cry or I was going to burst. He pulled me to a chair and settled me in His lap, tucking my head into His chest. I felt so small and loved and protected. I belonged to Him. I felt complete.

He asked me to tell Him what had upset me before He had arrived and I told Him, only it hardly seemed important anymore. I knew that my brother was being foolish and would be ashamed of himself when he had calmed down.

All that matters is the pleasure of my Male. If I have that, everything else is just background noise.

Someone read my blog! Thank you Dave. Your comment is appreciated.

There is someone else that I should introduce to everyone as she is a very important part of O/our relationship and I am sure she will pop up often. Her name is Emma. (Emma and Sarah, I aways think they sound so pretty together.)

I met Emma during sex, although it was not sex with her. She was just watching. (A story I shall tell another time). Emma is soft and gentle and loves being a woman. She is the type of woman I adore. We became lovers fast and friends soon after. She doesn't live with U/us and she has a life and relationships outside of U/us but she never brings any of her outside life to O/our bed. Most of the time we are like two giggling little girls being naughty together. It is a relationship I cherish.

Mac thought it was important for me to have Emma in my life because He felt He couldn't offer the gentleness and the girlish giggles that I can share with Emma and He wants me to have it all. He admits though, that I am not the only one who gains from O/our relationship with Emma.

For example: There was a day Emma and I had planned to spend together. We had shopped and lunched and gone back to my place for some afternoon decadence. We modelled new clothes and played with new makeup and giggled quite a bit. We played with each other's hair and we kissed. We lay side by side on the bed and we kissed. We talked and we kissed. Some how the topic got around to Mac's cock and then to how He preferred to fuck and finally Emma told me that she had never had a man fuck her tits. Emma has beautiful breasts and it surprised me that no man had ever tried to get his penis between them. Emma was blushing (but that could have been because my fingers were between her legs) and I was grinning and I told her we would have to ask Mac to do it for her. She told me she wouldn't know how.

I jumped off the bed and grabbed some baby oil off the dresser and poured the oil on her breasts. I sat over her belly and massaged the oil in, adding more when I felt like it until she was a very slippery girl. I grabbed a lipstick and did my best to paint her nipples deep dark whorish red and showed her how to hold her breasts to be fucked and told her that Mac would prefer to come in her mouth once He had started to come.

She then grabbed the baby oil and did the same to me painting my nipples red with the lipstick too. We then spent time rubbing our oily bodies against each other, loving and kissing, licking, tasting, exploring, discovering gasps of enjoyment and moans of pleasure. Her body is a treasure of sensual delights.

By the time Mac arrived home He found two very dishevelled girls filled with lust and love waiting for Him with oil and lipstick smeared breasts. We knelt on the bed and bowed our heads and cupped our messy breasts in offering. We both tried very hard not to giggle when He commented on the state we were in and I waited until He was quiet. Then I asked Him if it would please Him to fuck Emma's tits.

He hesitated for a moment. I think He wasn't sure if He wanted to use us Himself or watch Emma and I pleasure each other.

In the end, He did both.

Today Mac said something to me that made me giggle in delight. He had read my first post to the blog and looked at me in surprise. 'I fucked your ass immediately?' It struck me as so typically Him not to remember. While I was giggling at Him, He shrugged and said 'Sounds like something I would do' which only made me laugh more.

In all truth I don't remember it all. There are parts of it that are hazy to me. I hardly remember any of the vaginal sex, I know W/we did it but most of my memory centres on the force used and the fact that He assumed that I would accept whatever He wanted. I still use that memory sometimes to make me feel like an object of His pleasure when I masturbate.

After I had giggled He pulled me to His lap and W/we talked about the way it feels when I am used for pleasure and how when He is fucking me all I really want is for Him to come. I straddled Him and took Him inside me and He kept whispering to me about how I react to any man that is fucking me, how I want so desperately to please him and how I take his pleasure as my own. He knows that even when I am being used by men in the most humiliating and demeaning ways a part of me still falls in love with them simply for being pleased with me.

Mac held me as I came and then I held my breasts to His mouth while I whispered to Him about how the sounds of a man coming fills me joy and having a man's semen on me makes me feel so beautiful. I rocked on Him and He came deep inside me. My breast is still throbbing from the bruise His teeth left on me and His semen is still leaking from me.

I am grinning. I really love being me.

Mac has just left to get some work done and I find myself throbbing and swollen at the memory of what W/we did two days ago. W/we went to visit with a man that was a complete stranger to me. I have no idea how well Mac knows him but this man knew what to expect from U/us. Mac likes to see me suck on other men's cocks. I think there are two things He gets out of it. First He enjoys seeing His girl being enjoyed. He is very proud of the fact that I am His. Second He takes great delight in the way I lose myself to the passion of the man I am pleasuring. The other night was a good example.

W/we arrived at David's place and he seemed to be a nice guy, a little nervous but then so was I. Mac was pretty much His normal confident self. There was some small talk, but Mac rarely has patience for that when in situations like this and it wasn't long before He just said 'Well, woman?'

I still love the feeling of submission that His voice can bring to me at times like this. One moment I was nervous and a little tense, a little unsure, then with the tone of His voice I found myself aching to be at His side on my knees and He did not object when I did kneel. Once there the only thing I felt was a complete rush of lust. Mac was in control now and I was free to let go and enjoy.

I was told to remove my top and bra and I did so without raising my head. Once I was still again I could feel both men's eyes on me and I loved the feeling of being the centre of attention. Mac told David that I was ready when he was and David moved in front of me. I glanced up at Mac and He nodded at me and my hands found the zip on David's pants and I quickly freed his cock. I smiled up at David then looked at Mac while I lifted David's cock and licked at his balls. Mac was watching me closely, watching my tongue and fingers caress David. I felt precum on the head of David's penis and suddenly I needed to taste it. I held him steady and reached for the head of him with just my tongue and flicked across it before closing my lips around it. Mac grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back. (I have to touch myself as I write this, remembering just how much this thrilled me.) He tilted my face up to His and He kissed me. A rough deep kiss with His tongue invading my mouth. It made me feel like such a beautiful slut to know He tasted another man in my mouth.

When He pulled back He looked at me with such open lust that I shivered then He turned my head back to David's cock and let my hair go. My hands went immediately to David's ass, pulling him onto me. I wanted him to fuck my mouth, I wanted him to come for me, I wanted to taste it and feel it and know that his pleasure was mine. When David grunted I knew that I was making him feel good and when He grabbed my hair and fucked me harder I knew that he belonged to me.

I brought my hand back around and stuck a finger in my mouth then slid it between David's legs. The next time he grunted was as my finger pressed into his ass and he pulled my hair tighter as I moved the tip of my finger around inside. He moaned that he was going to come and I slid my finger deeper into his ass. He pulled his cock from my mouth and I felt the first spurt of his semen against my lips. A sudden hand at the back of my head forced my mouth back onto David's pumping cock and both of us groaned as his come filled my mouth. Mac growled and I recognised the sound and His semen was hot across my cheek and in my hair. I reached for Mac's cock and found it still pulsing and I stroked Him through the end of His orgasm as I sucked David to the end of his. I can still taste and smell and feel the heat of their semen. (I need to make myself come. Now. I am shivering still.) I loved it. I loved every second of being used like a slut. I loved making David come and Mac come and being the only reason that they were feeling so much pleasure. When David withdrew from my mouth I wiped the back of my hand against some of Mac's semen and licked it from my hand like a naughty little girl. Mac smiled at me and pulled me to my feet and kissed my messy lips before sending me to the bathroom to clean up.

When I came back to the room I went to David and I kissed him. He seemed a little surprised but he accepted the kiss and returned it. I thanked him quietly and when I turned to Mac I knew that He was proud of me. He held my hand as W/we walked to the car and again when W/we arrived home. He took me to bed and made love to me gently and He made me come many times and He come for me again before W/we fell asleep.

I guess this is where I start to let you all out there know about U/us. Hi. I am Sarah He is Mac. Mac knows about this blog. I asked permission to be allowed to post here. He granted it, as long as W/we retain O/our privacy and as long as I am honest and I enjoy my time here. He understands my incessant need to dissect O/our relationship, even though He has no wish to do so with me. He may read this from time to time and I know that He will only be angry over what I write if it is a lie.

So, U/us. W/we have known each other for four years but have only been involved for just over one year. How W/we went from friends to lovers was really a simple thing that never really changed who W/we were, just allowed U/us to acknowledge it for the first time. I wrote this story about Mac and I before W/we were together. When I showed Him, He knew immediately whom I had meant. The link to it is here.

The first time W/we had sex was a week after He had kissed me and accepted that I was His. It happened to be my birthday. Neither of U/us were waiting for it, it just happened to be the first chance W/we had to be alone together as work was keeping Him busy and out of town. When He came to my place He simply said hello and bit my neck and pulled my skirt up and my panties down and pushed me to the floor and fucked me. There was no foreplay and no words of tenderness. It was just a matter of raw hungry sex. Within minutes He withdrew from me and turned me to my stomach, pulling me to my knees and hands while growling at me to 'present' and whilst I was still trying to get my bearings I felt His cock press against my ass. I felt so incredibly turned on. He slid His cock slowly inside my ass, stopping when I clenched and gasped, then pushing into my ass again. I couldn't believe He was ass fucking me without a word being spoken about it between U/us. When His cock was fully inside me He lay over me and bit my shoulders and neck. He used one hand in my hair to pull my head back and reached for my mouth with His tongue. I closed my lips over it and sucked on His tongue and He came in my ass, growling and grunting and filling me with semen. He collapsed against me and I collapsed against the floor and He kept Himself inside me while He licked and bit and sucked at my neck. He whispered 'Happy birthday Princess' in my ear and I felt like I was the luckiest girl alive.

When W/we talked about it later He told me that He hadn't asked if I liked anal sex because His kind of woman prefered not to be given options. He also knew that I would do anything to please Him, and that had been what pleased Him. Had it repulsed me, He said He would have had to rethink what He wanted as anything that did not make me 'pant with lust' would not please Him either. I remember feeling tinier than I had ever felt when I was lying wrapped up in His arms. I had never felt so safe and protected and loved. I remember thinking that it was the best sex I had ever had and I didn't realise until the next day that I actually hadn't come.