(This post was written in the summer of 2024, on my old site, under the moniker of Racer X).
So many years ago, January 2012, I wrote a story for one of my blogger girls, Sophia X, about a scenario that would be sure to please her. Back in those heady days, before things became so puritanical in this world, there were many women who read and enjoyed this blog. Many of them became regulars here, and one of them was called Sophia X. I often wrote special stories for them, and they loved reading them. There were others, such as Mandy, Vassavaxa and Gael. As time passed and as the world changed and my own circumstances became more complicated and this blog became neglected, they disappeared into the ether of the internet. I am sure their lives fell into the conventional world of marriage and children and the dirty den of iniquity that they enjoyed in this venue became something their now standard lives would not permit them to enjoy, at least openly. And I am sure their husbands would not like it if they knew they were reading Racer X. After all, one of my great missions, and talents, in this world is to bring some sort of forbidden sexual and erotic pleasure to women whose lives are lacking that, as most women’s lives are. I truly do love it, and I love women, and giving them pleasure.
I was recently reacquainted with one of my little vixens, and she referred me to this story, which back them became a sort of favorite. After having reread this for the first time in over twelve years, I realized I forgot to tell what was perhaps the best part of that story, and so now I will relate what happened in the rest of the evening.
Now, as hard as this may be to believe for some people, this story, like most of my stories, is based on a real experience I had with a girl, although some artistic liberties have been taken. That is only for me to know.
So let me proceed…one addition that needs to be made is that the man in the story was her husband, not merely her boyfriend.
Sophia and I fucked many times that night, and her husband watched the whole time, tied to the chair, a dishcloth stuffed in his mouth, his eyes wild with anger and sadness and disbelief as his wife was being pleased and pounded and satisfied by Racer X. Often I looked back and noticed a few tears trickling down his cheek. So did she. She repeatedly walked over to him and slapped him in the face.
At one point she said, “You are such a little pussyboy, you know that. Yes, I still love you dear, but you are too weak to really make me wet, and I have always wanted to feel a real man, and finally Racer is here to make me feel like a real woman. Maybe you can learn something from all this, how to treat me like a real woman in bed, and not some fragile doll. We women like to be taken by a real man and tossed about in bed and made to feel like sluts for a night with those we love. Trust me, it will strengthen our marriage. Maybe you will finally learn to be strong and comfortable in your own self, and stop being so afraid, and find some confidence, that is, if you have any.” She slapped again, this time especially hard, “So learn to treat me like a real woman!”
She then walked back over to me, and we kissed, and I turned her around so as to be facing him, while I kissed her neck and face and ran my hand up her stomach to cup her breasts and squeeze her nipples while she moaned and she moaned even more loudly when I ran my hand back down her stomach and then between her legs and let my fingers slip inside her now completely soaked vagina. She laughed as her husband began to sob even more.
“What a wuss,” she said. “I am sorry, darling, I still love you, but I hate your complete lack of sexual confidence. You really need to learn to be a man.”
Finally as the night wore on, and I knew dawn was approaching, and that things would need to end, I knelt in front of her and tasted her. She was lovely, a true woman, and the taste of her pussy after one of my poundings had a particular delicacy to it, that only a vagina that has been well fucked will have. That, and the aroma of sex coming from her, only made me that much more aroused and ready to fill her again with my swollen penis and pound her even more vigorously, at least one last time.
So I sat her down on the table, and lifted her legs and put them over my shoulders. With the head of my penis I gently teased the lips of her vagina and her engorged clitoris, and teased her even more by sliding the tip in a little, then taking it out, until finally she screamed out, once again, “Please, Racer, fuck me again. I need it, and I need you! One last time, Racer, please…!”
But before I slid myself entirely into her, she turned to her husband and said, panting and her voice slightly broken “Oh by the way dear, I am ovulating, and I do not want Racer to use any protection, and I am not using any, because if I want to have a baby, I would want it to be his, because I know what a strong, healthy baby it would be, with good genes, and I know you will never leave me and that you would be a good father to the baby, that is, Racer X’s baby.”
At that he bent over the chair, and nearly fainted, and nearly fell on the ground, as the tears began to stream down his face and his sobbs turned into outright cries, muffled through the dishcloth.
She just shook her head. “Pussy…,” she sighed.
So we fucked once more, this time more vigorously and passionately than all the times before, and as we became lost in our passions and desires she orgasmed again, more than once, and as she did and as her moans and cries and screams of pleasure filled the room, and as she moved her hips around to meet my vigorous thrusts, I found it most difficult to hold back, but I did so as to increase the intensity of her pleasure, but I knew this could not last, and when the time came, and she had writhed in orgasm yet again, I could not control myself any longer, and I told her I could no longer hold back and she said, “Yes, please, Racer, don’t hold back, don’t hold back…” and I finally I came again, one last time, but this time I filled her vagina with a tremendous load of hot semen, pumping it in over and over again, and as I did she moaned and sighed that satisfied moan and sigh that a woman who is being filled with hot semen can only sigh. Despite what modern porn would have us think, women love it the most when a man comes inside them. They find it incredibly hot and most satisfying. I myself find it most satisfying.
But we were not through yet. After our final session, she then got up from the table, still glistening with sweat and still shaking from what she had just experienced, and walked over to him. His cock, which she had removed and put in her mouth earlier, and would occasionally do throughout the evening, just to increase his punishment, was still hard. Then, in a moment of gentleness, she caressed his face, and stroked his cock, and kissed him and said, “Well honey, I love you and I do not want to be too cruel too you, and perhaps you have learned your lesson, and will be man now, so here is your reward. But you will never know, after tonight, if I do get pregnant, whose child I am carrying, but you can be pretty sure whose it is, given the power of Racer X’s personality and undoubtedly his sperm as well.”
And with that, with my sperm still inside her, she sat on top of him, and immediately he came. She sighed, and got up, and said, “Not even a minute, huh?” And she slapped him again. “Maybe this is hopeless. But you do love me, and you will provide for me, will always be faithful to me, I know and appreciate that, and I know you will never leave me, and you will provide for the baby, if and when he arrives. I love you too, but you just don’t do it for me like Racer does.”
She then walked over to me, and as we began to wipe our bodies off with some towels, we kissed, a most gentle kiss, and caressed each other with our final, most gentle caresses. She told me she loved me and I her, and when we did her husband cried even more.
My mission was finished with Sophia. We never saw each other again. I had given her something she had never had, a true sexual and erotic and emotional experience that reached and touched the most innermost parts of her being, and I knew she would always remember me and the night we spent together. We would always hold a special place for each other in our hearts. Although I do know she is still married to the same man to this day, and perhaps he did learn from this and become a real man, I never found out if she did get pregnant or not. To this day I do not know, nor do I want to. But to this day I still think about her, and the place she has in my heart is still there.
Racer X does indeed dwell in the darker corners of the world. And women love that.
To…
So my dear, I want you to do this tonight. It is important, and it is important that you obey my instructions. It is a simple exercise, but like all simple exercises, it will slowly bring you great rewards if you do it over and over again.
When you go to bed tonight, I want you lie there, and think and imagine about what it would be like if I were there with you. I want you to imagine how you would feel in my arms, how your skin would feel as my hands caressed you, how you would shudder and shiver as I slowly kissed your beautiful face and neck, your delicate shoulders and arms and then as I began kissing you downward. I want you to think about me, and dream, and wonder what all this would be like. Imagine the feel as I slowly kiss your breasts, and run my hands over them, taking your nipples in my mouth while my hand runs down your stomach, and while I was kissing your breasts you would feel my hand gently but firmly moving over the fabric of your panties, and then between your legs, and then as I kissed your lips, you would feel my hand slip under panties and touch you, softly and smoothly at first, caressing you, feeling you, pleasuring you.
Yes, and as you do this I want you to touch yourself, your breast and stomach…and touch yourself further down while you imagine and think of me, of how much we desire each other, of all the flirtatious bantering we engage in, and all the things we fantasize about. I want you to sigh and breath and say my name as you begin to pleasure yourself, and imagine me kissing your stomach and slipping off your panties and then kissing your sweet and lovely legs and your inner thighs before you feel my warm mouth on your moist vagina, and then the delicious sensation of my whole mouth over your most tender regions and kissing and licking you and tasting you, and the place I will take you, as you lay back, your head on the pillow, your eyes closed, your body being filled with the pleasure of my lips on yours, my fingers inside you, your clitoris beneath my tongue, as I gently suck on it and swirl my tongue around it, fingering you, one and then two fingers, tasting you, running my hands back up to massage your breasts and how you would grasp both my hands as I licked you even more and the intensity of your pleasure and heat of your passion more and more increased until you feel yourself coming closer and closer to that point of sweet and delicious release…
Yes, my dear, imagine this tonight and every night and dream and hope and wonder and long and burn with that desire of the day you and I will finally be together and enjoy the sweetness of our hidden and secret passions and love….
Do this.
The weekend is now over, and we must prepare for the work week.
Now it is almost time to start the work week.
Know that I will be thinking, and wondering about you.
As you engage in your work this week, I want you to think about us, and fantasize about us. Let your mind roam, let your thoughts and feelings wander to places that might make you feel a bit embarrassed, which might cause you some worry, but which still entice you. Imagine, this week, how I would kiss you, all the places I would kiss you. But you can only imagine that. Imagine that perhaps some night I will remove your clothes, then tie you to the bed, but I will only kiss you, arousing you just enough to drive you wild, but never actually touching your most intimate places. You will writhe and squirm, pulling at the restraints, and feel most frustrated, and as you see my erection through my clothes, and as you see how much you arouse me, you will only become that much more inflamed with passion. I will kiss every part of you, except the parts where your heat resides, and as I kiss every inch of you, your desires will explode.
“Oh please, Racer, please…I really can’t take this much more…”
“Yes, my dear, but I need to teach you the art of patience. You are very impatient. You told me that yourself. And I told you many months ago that I will teach you this. So I must teach you, and instill in you the discipline of patience.”
I can see the moisture coming from you, as you move your hips about, so frustrated, so eager to be filled by me. I am of course tempted to relax the discipline, but I know you are a difficult case, and I must not relent.
Then again, perhaps your beauty will soften me, and perhaps I will pleasure you in some way, but only if I feel you have advanced a little bit in the need to be patience.
Imagine this, let yourself go, think about what lies ahead. Perhaps you will need to find some private space away from others for a few moments, delighting in the secret eroticism of our situation, or just needing to clear your mind so you can focus on your work. But as you do this, know that most likely I will be doing the same.