27/05/2016
Sir and I had become lovers in every sense of the word. Very hot, very conventional, very much in love. I was amazed by his wisdom, his knowledge of the world, and his knowledge of the female anatomy. I thought I knew everything there was to know about sex and my body. Little did I know. He taught me about foreplay, teasing...which turns me on more than I can describe...he showed me my G spot, he taught me how to squirt, he taught me to deep throat his cock, he taught me about tender loving and very rough fucking. His cock was a bit too much for me to handle at first. I have grown to love the size of it, and to feel the need for his cock deep inside me. He hits a spot way up inside my pussy that is at least as sensitive as my G spot, but is way up inside me. I won't dwell on the size of his cock here, just that it's exactly the right size for me...after I got used to it. That took about a week. He fucked me every day, sometimes two or three times, sometimes five times a day. I was so sore for a couple of weeks, but he would tease me until I didn't care how sore I was, I just wanted him to fuck me. I actually came to appreciate what he called "sore sex". It was amazing every time he fucked me. After about three months of getting used to having this much sex, I started craving his cock when he wasn't fucking me. He used to withold from me until I was begging him to fuck me. I am very susceptible to being teased. If I am turned on for very long without being touched or fucked, I ache soooo bad. I have actually thrown up from being teased and not touched or fucked soon enough. My pussy throbs, and the wetness is uncomfortable. I have actually cried from being so turned on.
Sir is very much in charge, not in a controlling way, but because he is used to being in charge because of his job. I am not afraid of him, just respect him greatly. One day, I suggested a website to him that had to do with BDSM and such. I had looked at it, and the pictures and descriptions of women and men being dominated, and submitting unconditionally to their Dominant really got my juices flowing. He had dabbled in BDSM a bit, but wasn't really into the whips and paddles and all the accouterments involved. He and I discussed it, and he said he wanted me to tell him my deepest fantasies. We discussed them over the next few days, and fucked a lot! It was so hot delving into my fantasies, and he listened and he cared, and said if I would like, he would make them come true to the best of his abilities, and within certain parameters of safety. He is very big on my personal safety. So....
One day we were driving on the interstate. I was wearing gym shorts and a tank top, no underwear. Underwear is forbidden. We were passing a truck, and I looked up at the driver, and he looked down at me and smiled. His boyish good looks and that smile made me immediately wet. As we passed him, I pulled my shirt over my head and shook my breasts at him, and he blew his horn. I became immediately wet. We went by the truck, and Sir asked me what just happened. I told him I liked the looks of the trucker and wanted to show him my breasts. I took Sir's hand and put it up my shorts to my very wet pussy and he asked me if I wanted to do that again. I said yes, to this trucker we had just passed. Sir slowed down and the trucker passed us again. I ripped off my shorts, laid my head in Sir's lap, opened my legs wide to the window. Sir stroked my clit a few times and I squirted with my orgasm. First time squirting. It startled me at first, but I was busy getting ready to flash that beautiful trucker again. As we pulled up along side of the cab, I was playing with my clit, and slid two fingers into my pussy, and opened it up for him to see deep inside of me, and I started squirting all over the door, out the window, and on the seat. The trucker gave me a thumbs up, picked up his phone and started taking pictures or video of me. I wanted him to fuck me so badly. I couldn't stop cuming and squirting. I was making all kinds of noises, and humping my hand. I asked Sir if he would pull over and let this trucker fuck me. He said no way. He didn't know the guy, and he would never let someone he didn't know fuck me. I wanted so badly, no, I NEEDED to be fucked roughly, and the trucker pulled off at his exit, blew the horn and was gone forever. Sir pulled over at a rest stop, parked a distance away from the other cars, and fingered me to a screaming, squirting orgasm, then went around to my side of his pick up truck, opened the door and the back door, and pulled me out of the truck, bent me over the seat and fucked me until I could no longer stand up. My knees buckled and he spun my naked body around, and held me in his arms and told me he loved me to the moon and back. After that day, whenever we were on the interstate, I was allowed to flash truckers to my heart's content. We fucked a lot, he held me a lot, caressed my face, stroked my head and told me how much he loved me. I loved him more each day that passed.