Continued from The Girl in Pearls – Part 1 &  The Girl in Pearls – Part 2

As soon as we are inside his room with the door closed we head directly for the bed, kissing each other playfully along the way.  I stand with my back to the bed and Mark faces me, running his hands slowly up and down my body.  He reaches the hem of my dress and lifts it up and over my head leaving me dressed in just my bra & the pearl g-string.  My nipples are hard and pressing against the fabric of my bra, and my pussy is hot & wet with arousal with the slippery pearls sliding between my delicate folds.   I help Mark out of his dinner jacket and unbutton his shirt before unbuckling his belt, anxious to access his hard cock, eager to feel it sliding between my legs and thrusting deep inside me.

We speak very little aside from appreciative moans as he quickly unhooks my bra and busies his mouth by licking and sucking on one of my nipples, teasing the other with his fingertips.  I reach down and rub the pearls against my clit a couple more times before I slide the panties down over my hips and let them fall to the floor.  Mark sits me down on the bed, and I take his throbbing manhood into my mouth, licking the underside of his shaft while I penetrate my throat with the head of his cock.

“Oh my god, Violet, that feels so good!” he mutters through gasps of pleasure.

“Mmmmpfh mhhmmm” is all I manage to say, refusing to take his cock out of my mouth just yet, letting the reverberation of my sounds tantalize his sensitive member.

I continue to suck him with great enthusiasm, fuelled by my own arousal for a short while before he is ready to fuck me.  I grab the little foil packet from my purse and swiftly and expertly roll the condom over his cock, giving a few more moments of deep throating before leaning back on the bed and spreading my legs and opening my wet slit while guiding his cock to my entrance.

“Fuck me, Mark.  I want to feel you inside me.”

He needs no more encouragement as he pushes the tip of his cock in, slowly at first, then plunging himself fully into my wet pussy, thrusting gently but firmly into my tight little hole.  We begin to rock our hips in rhythm with each other for a while, enjoying the sensations of our motions, building the arousal and planting the seeds of our orgasm.

“Lie down for me,” I direct, “I want to climb on top and ride that stiff cock of yours, sliding my pussy deep onto you from above.”

“Oh baby, yes ma’am!” he says a brief moment of shock at my sudden request, then eager anticipation as he slides his cock from me and lies on his back offering his impressive erection for my enjoyment.

I straddle him on the bed, standing at first, rubbing my swollen pussy lips and my clit before I lower myself down over his cock rubbing the tip of it along my slit, teasing us both with the impending penetration.  His hands wander freely on my body, grabbing my tits, pinching my nipples.  I hear myself moan with delight as I bury his hard shaft deep inside me and begin rocking my hips back and forth, gripping his manhood with my strong internal muscles.  His eyes widen with delight as I fuck him, grinding my clit against the base of his cock, intensifying my pleasure.

I can feel my orgasm building up inside, and I know his is coming soon too as his cock stiffens even more and begins pulsing with each of my thrusts.  I use the strength in my legs to lift and lower myself in long strokes along his dick while rubbing tight circles around my clit, bringing myself to the verge of climax.   I feel his body tense up as he begins to cum, and I clench my pussy muscles in time with each of his throbs of pleasure, intensifying both his and my own orgasm.   The waves of sheer ecstasy overwhelm me and as I begin to shudder he pulls me tight to him and we collapse in each other’s arms, panting, sweating and thoroughly exhausted.

“Wow, that was intense, Violet! I had no idea you were such a minx!”

“Aw, thank you, Mark.  There’s something about you that just brings out that side of me.  Thank you for that amazing sex.”

We enjoyed some more conversation before he decided that as much as he wanted to go for a second round as I had suggested, he had an early business meeting the next day so he insisted we save round two for another time.

A few weeks later I get an email from Mark saying he’s going to be back in town & wanted to schedule another rendezvous.  I happily agreed, and I am looking forward to ‘round two’!

xox Violet

p.s. If you’d like to make my fantasy a reality, you can surprise me with a pearl g-string from my Amazon wish list.  I’ve never worn one before, but as you’ve read, I have some rather steamy fantasies about them.

(EDIT:  I’ve just been notified that this particular listing wont ship to Canada, so I’m looking for an alternative at the moment.  I’ll update the link when I find one!)

I wake up a short while later, look at the clock and see that it’s just about 4:30pm.  I go down to the kitchen to make a light snack, knowing I have dinner with Mark in a few short hours.  I head back to the bedroom and pick up the pile of clothes I left on the floor from earlier and put them in the laundry hamper then I take a shower to prepare for the evening’s activities.

I stand under the hot water for a few minutes, letting it wash over me, enjoying the sensations as it runs down my body spreading the warm gentle caress of the water relax my whole body.  I pour a little of my favorite body wash onto my shower pouf and use it to lather myself up, enjoying the feeling of the slipper suds on my skin.  I put down the pouf and use just my hands to spread the lather around my body, paying particular attention to my breasts and my still sensitive nipples, gently tantalizing myself to a mild arousal.  I allow myself to slide my fingers over my smooth slippery labia, but I refrain from escalating to anything more because I know I’m on a time schedule now.

After finishing my shower, I pat myself dry then grab my bottle of cocoa butter lotion.  Still naked, I lift one leg up, resting my foot on the edge of the bathroom counter and smooth a little lotion on that leg starting at my foot and slowly spreading my way up my calf, over my knee and up my thigh.  The sensation of my smoothly shaven skin under my slipper lotion-covered fingertips is a delicious one and I find myself still caressing the skin along my inner thigh after the lotion has been absorbed.   I put my leg down and lift up the other one, again resting my foot on the counter edge continuing my lotion application on the other leg now.  I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, naked and exposed with my legs spread, one high up on the counter, and I make a mental note to add this to my list of sexual positions to try!

Once I’m finished moisturizing my skin I blow dry my hair and put on some makeup.  I keep it fairly neutral as this is a mid-week dinner date, and I don’t want to draw too much attention.  Back in the bedroom now, I take another look at the pearl g-string.  I decide on wearing my flirty red dress, it’s fitted through the bust and hugs my tiny waist, but flares out through the skirt.  I figure that way the pearls I’ll be wearing won’t be so obvious, which they might be with a tighter dress.  I don’t want to take away from the elegance of the g-string, so I opt not to wear a garter belt and skip wearing stockings all together.  I make sure to put a sexy matching bra/panty/garter belt/stockings set into my bag in case I have an opportunity for an outfit change after dinner.  There’s something about that classic lingerie look that I really love wearing, it makes me feel like a complete vixen, and horny as hell – not that I need any help there!

I put on a pearl necklace and earrings to match the pearls I’ll be wearing between my legs, even though only Mark will know I’m wearing them.  Classic high heel pumps in the same color red as my dress, and I’m just about ready to go.  I give myself one final look in the mirror to make sure everything looks just right.

“Perfect!” I affirm to myself as I glance at the clock.  It’s just past 6:30pm and I should be heading to the restaurant soon.  I grab my bag and make sure I have plenty of condoms then with great anticipation, I pick up the pearl g-string and step into it, pulling it gently up my thighs until the lace is sitting around my hips and the strand of pearls is between my smooth pink lips.  I take a few steps towards the door and already feel the smooth pearls gently sliding against my slit and teasing my clit with every movement.

I hadn’t had them on for 30 seconds before I knew I completely agreed with Mark.  I found these panties to be very stimulating!

The ride there was very interesting.  With each bump and jostle of the car I felt like each movement was directly connected to my clit.  I almost didn’t want the ride to end.

I arrived at the restaurant right on time and found Mark sitting at the bar.  He had told me he would be wearing a beige dinner jacket and that he wore glasses, so he was easy to spot.  He smiled a warm and friendly smile as I approached.

“Hi Mark.  I hope you haven’t been waiting long?”  I asked.

“Violet, Hi.  Wow, you look absolutely stunning!  And no, not at all.  Just got here myself.” He replied.

“Wonderful.  So before we go any further, I have to say that your little surprise for me is very…well, stimulating!”

We both chuckled at our private little secret, and he told me a story of how he learned about these panties at an adult-themed convention he’d attended last month.  Since we had been exchanging emails for the past few months prior to our play date, he immediately thought of me when he saw the panties and had to get them for me.  We had only been chatting for a few moments when the maître d’ came over and told us our table was ready.

Mark put his hand on the small of my back as we walked over to our table and let his hand slide a little lower, feeling for the pearls.  He gave them a gentle tug sending a delicious sensation through the strand and against my clit.  I could feel the heat between my legs grow as the pearls became more and more lubricated with my sweet wetness.

I found myself very distracted through dinner, being conscious of my arousal which was becoming more and more intense by the minute.  I hoped that when I stood up again I didn’t leave a big wet spot on the back of my dress.  I don’t quite recall much of our conversation, but at one point, shortly after our dinner plates had been cleared, Mark asks me,

“Are you okay, Violet?  You seem a little uncomfortable?”

“Oh, no, it’s not that, I just…”  I let the sentence go unfinished.  I move over to the chair immediately next to him and uncross my legs, spreading them ever so slightly.  I take his hand and guide it underneath the tablecloth and place it in my lap.  His fingers immediately begin exploring my wetness, feeling the strand of pearls next to my clit and gently probing my throbbing and dripping entrance.

“…I just really need you to fuck me, and soon!”

“Wow,” he softly exclaims, “the pearls were a good choice, huh?”

I let out a soft moan in response as he continues to titillate my aching sex, trying not to draw too much attention, as we are still in the restaurant.  I pull his hand away and bring it to my mouth, licking my sweet juices off his fingers, flicking my tongue over them as I would a hard cock.

“Let’s get out of here.”  I say.

He signals the waiter without hesitation and asks for the meal to be charged to his room.  He leaves some cash on the table for a tip before we head to the elevators.  I feel relieved that there is no one in the elevator when it arrives.  After selecting his floor (which incidentally was on the top floor) he leans me against the hand rails in the corner pressing his body against mine, and begins kissing my neck.  I can feel his erection through his pants, rubbing against the pearls causing more sparks of sensation to tingle through my body.  The first trickle of my natural lubrication begins to run down my thigh just as we reach our floor.  There’s a maid with her cart in the hallway but she either doesn’t notice us or doesn’t care.  We pass her and enter his suite, hanging the ‘do not disturb’ sign on the door knob.

To be continued…

xo Violet

What did he mean by that?  Stimulating.  It’s not exactly the first word that pops into my head when I am describing clothing – at least I’m assuming it’s clothing of some sort.  Maybe he has a foot fetish and it’s a pair of shoes, or perhaps some sort of sexy lingerie – but he had asked that we meet for dinner first, so what could it be that he’d wanted me to wear to dinner?  And why couldn’t it wait until we adjourned to his room for ‘dessert’ afterwards? My mind was spinning with all sorts of far-fetched possibilities from jewelry to stockings or even wearable sex toys!

When the concierge handed over a small pink gift bag, stuffed with decorative tissue paper it was all I could do to not empty the contents of the bag right there on the concierge desk to see what it was.  By the weight of it, or lack-thereof, it seemed like all that was in there was the tissue paper!  I thanked the man and went over to the lounge chairs in the lobby and sat down to investigate this mystery gift.  Upon closer inspection I found a small note tucked into the topmost layer of the tissue paper.  It read:

Violet,

A small token to add a little excitement to our dinner date!

Looking forward to it,

Mark

I pulled out some more of the tissue paper to reveal a tiny bit of lace and a strand of pearls.  But what was it?  I still didn’t really know.  Some sort of unusual necklace?  I gently lifted it out of the bag, and held it up to get a better look at it, only to realize I was holding a very racy pair of panties, with a strand of pearls in place of where the fabric gusset would be!  I became suddenly aware that I was in a very public place, and quickly stowed the panties back in the gift bag, hoping my cheeks weren’t too obviously flushed.  I caught site of an elderly couple who were now watching me, and I gave a little shrug & embarrassed smile before I got out of there, as quickly as I could without drawing more attention to myself.

When I got home, I pulled out the pearl g-string to re-examine it.  The lace waistband was ivory-colored which matched the pearls and was quite lovely.  It formed a V-shape in both the front and back leading to where the pearls connected.  The pearls were uniformly round and brilliantly lustrous.  I ran my fingers over them, feeling their cool smoothness and imagining how it would feel to have a strand of pearls sliding against my most intimate silky folds.  I envisioned how their polished surface would create frictionless movement against my clit as I walked or adjusted my legs while sitting and I began to feel that special tingle of sexual awareness between my legs.

I put the panties on top of my dresser next to my jewelry box so that I wouldn’t forget to put them on for my date, and then sat on the edge of my bed opposite my full-length mirror.  It was an unseasonably warm spring day, so I was wearing a short and breezy summer dress.  It had a pinkish floral print on soft satiny fabric, it was fitted through the bodice accentuating my natural curves and tiny waist perfectly, and it flared out into an A-line skirt that just grazed the bottom of my ass.  It was probably something that most people would find too revealing for everyday wear, but I had worked hard in the gym all week, and I was feeling confident that day.  I looked myself up and down and realized that my arousal had caused my nipples to harden, as they were now forming two tight little peaks on the front of the dress.

Reaching up, I slid my fingers over my sensitive nubs, causing the deliciously electric sensation to spread from my nipples, through my chest, and down to my now moistening pussy.  I leaned back a bit and spread my legs slightly to give myself a peak at my red lacy panties that match the red lace bra I had put on today.  The panties are fairly small and don’t cover a whole lot, but what they do cover is partially revealed through the lace.  I traced my fingertips along the edge of my panties tickling the sensitive skin right next to my labia causing goose bumps to prickle my delicate skin.

It was impossible to ignore the heat of arousal building inside me, not that I wanted to even try!  I grasped the hem of my dress and lifted it up over my head and off me, tossing it aside leaving me in just my bra & panties.  I let my hands come to rest on my breasts, cupping them over top of the bra, squeezing ever so gently.  My nipples were very hard and erect, pressing almost uncomfortably against the fabric so I unhooked my bra and slipped it off, dropping it next to my dress on the floor.

Feeling the air on my naked tits only excited me more, giving me that feeling of being exposed or doing something ‘naughty.’  I have often fantasized about being exposed in public places.  Not overtly, mind you, but in a semi-secretive way.  ‘Accidentally’ leaving a small crack in the fitting room curtain open to allow a curious stranger to peek on me while trying on clothes, getting a glimpse of me in my underwear – or less.  ‘Forgetting’  that I didn’t wear panties under my short skirt on a day I try on shoes at the mall, giving the sales clerk quite a view while he’s on his knees in front of the bench I’m sitting on, slipping different pairs of shoes on my feet.   At the massage therapist’s office, letting the modesty towel that’s covering my ass ride up a little too high, revealing my most intimate of intimate parts and not happening to notice.

While teasing one of my nipples I reach my other hand down and begin stroking my pussy through the panties, feeling my wetness saturate them.   I watch my hand that’s playing through my wet panties in the mirror as though I were a stranger who happened to catch sight of a girl who is home alone and playing with herself.  It turns me on even more, now imagining that the man that lives next door could somehow be watching through a crack in the curtains.  My panties are now completely slick with my juices so I slowly peel them off and add them to the pile with my other clothes.

I reach for my small vibrating wand and turn it onto the lowest setting then slowly slide it up and down my well-lubricated slit before bringing it to rest on my now throbbing clit.  The sensation of the vibrator on my clit sends a little jolt of pleasure through my body and I know that my orgasm is getting close.   I spread my legs wider feeling my slick lips separate and open up my entrance which is now craving penetration.  With two fingers on my free hand I stroke circles around my wet hole, spiraling inwards until my fingertips have gone inside.  I change the circles to a gentle probing motion as I let my fingers dip a little deeper inside me and finally I begin to plunge my fingers in and out of my aching pussy, causing the first waves of my orgasm.  I turn the vibrator to a higher speed and as the intensity builds, I fuck myself harder and faster, until I am literally exploding into a very powerful climax.  All I can hear is the buzzing of my toy and the slurping noises of my fingers in my pussy, and all I can feel is complete bliss.  As my body tenses up with the last contraction of my orgasm I cry out in ecstasy before completely collapsing onto the bed for a post-orgasmic nap.

Stay tuned for Part 2 – cumming soon!

xo Violet

I invited a few girlfriends over for a surprise sexy party for a very deserving guy friend of mine.  He did end up finding out about it beforehand, but just that it was happening, he didn’t know any of the details.  The surprise was also a bit for me in who showed up because as much as I love them, girls tend to flake, and I didn’t know for certain who would make it.  It ended up being a smaller party – 5 girls in total, but honestly, it was perfect.

I made my famous nacho dip which everyone loved and gobbled up to the very last bite.  I also made 2 kinds of cupcakes: chocolate and cherry chip.  For the ‘sociable beverages’ I made jello shooters with vodka, and after that was gone we made something we ended up calling ‘purple drank’ with grape kool-aid and vodka!  No cough syrup though, like the original creation calls for. (link)

One of the girls brought a really silly and super fun game (especially after a glass of purple drank!) called ‘Things’ where you are given a topic and each person has to write down their response anonymously, and submit them to the reader who reads them all out loud, and you take turns guessing who said what.  It can be a perfectly PG game if you like, but if you have a dirty mind, it can get pretty crazy!  Some of the topics we had were “Things you shouldn’t lick” and “Something that would improve your love life” and “Things you should never tell your wife!”  It was really awesomely funny – we were laughing all evening!

Much later, to maintain the ‘sexy’ part of the sexy party, all the girls put on white tank tops which were then soaked with baby oil making them transparent for a ‘wet’ t-shirt contest.  Best part about using baby oil is the shirt doesn’t really dry so they stay pretty transparent!  It was awesome! Exposed boobies all around!

Following the wet t-shirt contest came mostly-naked twister, which, as you can imagine, was hilariously difficult due to the fact that we were all covered in baby oil.  Arms and legs and all sorts of lady parts were everywhere, it was probably the most difficult and most fun game of twister I’ve ever played.

Oh, I forgot to add that throughout the entire evening we were taking turns sucking on his cock, keeping him nice and hard and horny.  Sometimes we’d suck on it two at a time even three of us once (but that’s the limit, there’s only so much room for our heads that close together!) Anyway, the coolest part is that not all of the girls had met each other before that night, and by the end of the night (after our sexy shower – keep reading!) we all knew what each other tasted like

After we had our fill of twister, and before we got too banged up from falling all over the place, I suggested that since the girls were all on the floor in front of him, taking turns sucking on his cock, that our guy friend jerk off all over our faces.  You can bet he didn’t turn that offer down!  After expertly unloading on our smiling faces (and not getting any in our eyes, I must add!) we licked it off each other in between kisses, much to his viewing pleasure.

Then of course sharing a shower with the girls to wash off the baby oil turned into one big hot steamy, soapy lesbian orgy, which I can’t complain about – the girls are totally yummy

All in all it was an amazingly successful sexy party.  Here it is, 2 days later, and I still can’t quite get rid the baby oil smell that’s still lingering, despite multiple floor & upholstery cleanings – but hey – it was TOTALLY worth it! I wish I could show you the photos, but the girls (who are not in porn), were only comfortable with pics taken for our own viewing pleasure and masturbatory material  I was so happy with the success of this party, I’m hoping to plan another one soon!

xo Violet

xox Violet

After about 5 minutes of this I decided to go wake Vincent up.  I quietly crept into the bedroom, slid out of my bathrobe and cautiously lifted the blanket being extra careful not to wake him yet.  I leaned over the bed, bent at the waist with my back to the full length mirror so that when he awoke he would be able to take a good look at the view, and slid my lips over his cock and began to gently suck him awake.

“Mmm, Violet! What a wake up call,” he said with sleepy appreciation as he awoke.  ”…and, damn, what a view!”

“You like that, do you?” I said coyly, in between licks and slurps on his slowly stiffening member.

“Oh hell yes!” he said with great enthusiasm. “In fact,” he continued, “let me try something.  Stay just like that.”

He got out of bed and moved to stand behind me, to get a better look at me while I was still bent like that over the edge of the bed.  He reached out and put a hand on my shoulder, and slid it down to the middle of my back, the way one might slide a gloved hand over a freshly dusted mantle for inspection.  His touch was soft and gentle, and I felt my skin prickle with goosebumps as he touched me.

“Mmmhmm,” he affirmed, “very nice.”

He lightly traced his hand along my side and underneath my torso to my breasts, which were freely exposed, as I was still completely naked.  As he began feeling me up I suddenly became aware of just how aroused I had become.  I felt my nipples harden in response to his touch, and that familiar heat between my legs was building.  I felt almost objectified, but in such an appreciative, sexual manner that I was completely aroused by it.  I couldn’t stifle a small moan as he teased my nipples.

“Looks like someone’s enjoying themselves.” he said with a smile.

I reached over and put one of my hands on his erection.

“Make that two of us” I added.

He pulled my hand away and positioned it back on the bed where it was.

“Now, now, Miss Violet, I haven’t finished my…inspection.”  he said with a wink.  His voice was filled with mischief.

“Oh, this is an inspection is it,” I giggled, “well then, by all means, please continue.”

He cupped my breasts with both his hands and gave them an assertive squeeze before slowly moving down my abdomen.  My pussy was getting wet with anticipation as his hands crept closer to my mound, but just before he reached it, he slid his hands out, over my hips and continued his ‘inspection’ now moving his hands over my ass.

“My god, you have the perfect ass!” he said as he gave it a good squeeze.  ”Actually, you have the perfect everything!”

“Be careful there, you’re going to inflate my ego so big I wont be able to fit through the door when I leave!” I laughed.

“Well, what can I say, I’m just telling it like it is!”

With that he gave my ass a playful, but very weak slap, but I could feel he was holding back, unsure if I would be okay with it.

“Mmm, yes, you can go harder if you like,” I encouraged.

He gave my ass a couple of good spankings, one on each cheek that left my skin feeling delightfully tingly.  They were stronger than before, but still not enough to actually hurt, which I was happy about.

“Ooh, thank you, daddy,” I said in my most seductive yet submissive voice.

“Thatta girl,” he replied, and began rubbing my ass where he had just spanked it.  ”now be a good girl and spread your legs a little more for me.  I wanna see what you got under there.”

I could hardly believe this was the same timid Vincent who I spoke with on the phone yesterday, who was nervous and scared at the time.  Now he was completely comfortable with himself, and with me, and I was really enjoying his playful dominance.

I took a step with each foot, spreading my legs, and as I did I felt my slick petals of my labia separate and open up to him, and I quivered a moment when the cool air reached my hot, swollen entrance.  I let out a small gasp at the sensation of it, and became even more aroused at being so completely and intimately exposed to him.  I could practically feel his eyes on my very wet pussy.  My clit was now throbbing for attention.

“Good girl,” he praised as he traced his fingers on one hand down the crevice of my ass until he reached my asshole where he traced a couple of circles around it, sending more shivers up my spine.  He then ran his fingers up either side of my pussy with gentle pressure, which pulled my lips even further apart.  I managed to make a few muffled moans and Mmmm’s, but at the moment was at a loss for words.

“Well would you look at that,” he said playfully, “my girl is all wet!  Now what could have caused that?”

“Mmmmummmff,” was about all I could manage.

He ran a finger along the inside of my labia, tracing around my entrance, before going up to my clit, which he began lightly rubbing.

“Mmmmmhmmmm!” I agreed, liking what he was doing and where he was touching me.

“Oh, do you like that?” he asked, “do you want more?”

“Mmmmm, yessss,” I whispered, my breathing shallow, my heart beating faster, and my pussy aching for his hard cock to be inside again.

He took his hand away, and put his hands on my hips, turning them, as to guide me to turn around and face him.

“Thatta girl.  Now sit on the bed like this, and spread your legs for me.”

He took one of my hands and brought it to my clit, so I began rubbing it myself and while I did he slid his fingers down my labia again, lubricating his fingers with my wetness.  He then slipped one finger inside me, then two and began massaging me from the inside while I played with my clit.

“Oh, yes, daddy,” I played along, “that feels so good!”

“That’s it,” he said, “you keep playing with your clit.  That’s so fucking hot!”

His erection had began to throb and I could see the tip of it moistening with pre-come.  He noticed me looking at it.

“Oh, do you want my cock, baby?”

“Oh yes, please!” I insisted, while reaching for another condom.

I wrapped him up, then helped guide him into my eager pussy.

“Oh yes! Your cock feels so good inside me.” I cooed, while thrusting my hips in rhythm with his.

My pussy was so wet from all the foreplay we were making loud slurping noises as he pushed his  hard cock in and out of me.   We continued with me on my back like that for a little while, then he had me stand up again, so he could do me doggy style, back in the position I was in while he was ‘inspecting’ me.

It wasn’t long before I could feel my orgasm building up, only this time it felt different.  That familiar tingle deep inside told me that not only was I about to have an intense orgasm, but I was going to squirt.  I was glad we were positioned as we were, because I didn’t want to make a puddle on the bed, making it cold and wet to sleep in after!

“Oh, baby, your pussy is so tight, I’m going to come!” he exclaimed all of a sudden, as his cock began to throb with release inside me.

I gave some appreciative (and genuine!) moans as he came, and with one hand still rubbing my clit, and his cock in the last thrusts of his orgasm, I began to come.

As the waves of my orgasm intensified, I tried to hold back but I felt my pussy release it’s sweet nectar, slowly at first, trickling down my legs.

“Holy shit, Violet, you’re squirting! That’s so hot!” Vincent said in astonishment.

His encouragement only allowed me to let go and experience the full orgasm, squirting and all.  As the last few spasms rocked through my body, I reached back and grasped his condom at the base of his cock as he slid out of me.

“Oh my god, Violet, that was amazing!”

“Wow, umm, thank you. I mean, wow, I wasn’t expecting that at all… thank you.”  My brain was pretty boggled from the orgasm, so I struggled to put the sentence together.

“Here,” he said taking the condom from my hands, “I think you need to rest this time, that was pretty intense!”

I tried to argue, but he insisted, and I gave in and sat down, (or should I say collapsed) onto the bed.  He went off to the bathroom leaving me to rest for a minute.  I was very appreciative of that.  He returned shortly, wearing his bathrobe, and looking tired – but in a very satisfied way.  He handed me a bottle of water, and he also had one for himself.  I was feeling rested enough to get up so I did, and had as much of the water as I could, knowing I had lost a lot of fluid from squirting.  I excused myself to freshen up, and he suggested that we should probably call it a night, unless I wanted to stay a little longer to actually watch the movie.

“Let me get cleaned up first, and get in touch with my driver, and I’ll see if I can swing it.”  I told him.

My driver was cool with however long I wanted to stay, he was already parked downstairs in the hotel lot, ready for when I needed him, but he had his laptop in his car, so he was okay to keep himself occupied as long as was necessary. (He didn’t have any more rides to give that night.)  I told him I very much appreciated it, and that I would probably not be too much longer, as my client was pretty spent, and truthfully, so was I!

I suggested we watch the movie in the bedroom this time, and he agreed.  We started the movie at approximately the spot where we last remembered, before we got distracted, and we snuggled up.  It wasn’t more than 5 minutes before I heard Vincent snoring gently next to me, so I got up quietly, trying not to disturb him, and gathered up my things to leave.  I wrote a quick note on the hotel stationary, thanking him for one of the best play-dates I’d ever had, and quietly left to go meet my driver.

I sure did sleep like a baby that night!

xox Violet

“My god, Violet, you have the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen!” he whispered in between licks & kisses.

“Why, thank you.  You’ve certainly had a…Mmmm…positive effect on her!”

With that, I brought my sticky hand to my lips and began to suck my sweet juices off the two fingers I had inside me.  Vincent resumed his licking & kissing.  He then slid both his hands under my hips and hoisted me up a little bit and began to really eat my pussy, starting with big, long, slow licks from my asshole right up to my clit, letting the tip of his tongue entice my entrance just a little bit each time.

Things were definitely beginning to intensify and I knew I would have my first orgasm very soon.

“You’re going to make me come if you keep doing that,” I purred at him.

“And I was only getting started!” he exclaimed, feigning disappointment.

“Aw, don’t worry, sweetness, this party is only getting started!”

“I do like the sound of that,” he added before continuing his surprisingly masterful pussy licking.

He tilted my hips just a slight bit more then traced his tongue down to my asshole and starting tracing small circles around it with his tongue while he brought one hand up to rub my clit.

“Oh god, I’m gonna come!” I exclaimed as I felt the rush building up inside.  My cheeks felt hot and flushed and my whole body began to tingle as the first waves of orgasm began.  I pinched my own nipples as the sea of pleasure washed over me and all the muscles in my wet, hot sex were contracting involuntarily out of sheer ecstasy.

As the orgasm subsided, I opened my eyes, looked directly at Vincent and whispered “thank you.”

“The pleasure was all mine,” he replied, then added, “well, okay, I supposed you enjoyed it just a little!”

We both laughed, and I excused myself to go freshen up before we continued onto ‘the main course’ (as he put it!)

I went back to the bathroom where my things were, cleaned myself up a bit, and put on my black lace bra & panties, slid into the back-seamed stockings and clipped them to the garters.  I gave myself one final check in the mirror before I returned to the living room.  On my way back through the master bedroom, I placed a couple of condoms next to the bed, so I wouldn’t have to interrupt playtime to get them later.

“Well hello nurse!”  greeted Vincent as I returned.

I smiled a coy smile and after a quick spin to show off the outfit, I got down onto my hands and knees and very slowly crawled over to where he was sitting on the sofa.  I saw his cock twitch with arousal as I approached and began to feel my own arousal starting to build again.

“Well, well, well.  What do we have here?” I said mischievously, as I began gently stroking his cock.  ”So much pent up energy here, we will have to do something about that!”

I winked at him and he smiled and leaned his head back as I enveloped his hard cock in my mouth, softly sucking while sliding up and down the full length of it.  I took his appreciative moans as my cue to go deeper and thrust his cock into my throat again, bobbing up and down, allowing my saliva to help me slide his cock in and out.

After only a few short minutes of this, he jumped up saying, “Okay, I really need to take you to the bedroom now!” and he took my hand and lead me into the bedroom.  I stood facing him and unclasped my bra letting it fall to the floor.  I reached for my panties and he stopped me.

“No, wait, let me get that for you!” he said.

He gently tugged my panties down my legs and helped me step out of them.  He then requested I leave the stockings on, which I was happy to do.  He motioned for me to lie on my back, and he climbed onto the bed leaning over top of me.  He let his hands explore my body and they made their way to my again wet pussy, which he teased a little bit, then he reached for his cock and tried to slide closer to me to put it in.  I stopped him.

“Now, now, Vincent, you know I can’t play that way without a condom.”  I said sternly, but gently.  I didn’t want him to lose his erection, but I needed to be clear that I was unwilling to go ‘bareback.’

He conceded. “Yes, I know.  But you’re just so hot and you’ve got me so horny! Can you blame a guy for trying?”

“Of course not.  Now let’s get this on you!” I said, unwrapping one of the condoms I had set on the bed-side table earlier.  I put it on him, then gave him a few moments of a really intense blowjob to recover a little of the stiffness lost by the condom application, and when he was super-hard and throbbing again, I straddled him and slowly lowered myself onto his cock.  I began riding him this way and after a minute or so of very appreciative moaning he exclaimed:

“Oh my god, Violet! Your pussy is so tight! I’m not going to last long, we’re going to have to slow down!”

“Don’t you worry, Vincent.  The night isn’t over just because you’ve come!  Besides, after you come, I’d like to give you a massage, and get you all calm and relaxed before I work you up again!”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Without climbing off his cock, I spun around and began to ride him ‘backwards’ so I could play with his balls while he thrust in and out of me.  His arousal was so intense I could feel his cock throbbing inside of me, which only intensified my own arousal.  I felt like I was riding the edge or orgasm myself, and hoped I didn’t come before he did!

With one hand on his balls and one hand playing with my clit, I thrust my hips in rhythm with his and bucked into another orgasm just as he began to explode inside me.  It was super-intense, both orgasms feeding off each other, our bodies shaking and shivering with pleasure.  I arched my back and leaned back as the final waves of orgasm surged through me and grasped the base of the condom as I slowly slid him out of me, ensuring the condom was still in tact before I removed it and got up to dispose of it.

“I’ll be right back, I’m going to grab you a warm towel.  Don’t you go anywhere, now!” I giggled and skipped off to the bathroom.

Moments later I returned with a warm towel and gently washed his unit, before tucking the blankets over him & excusing myself to freshen up again.  I cleaned myself up and put on the hotel bathrobe again and retrieved my massage oil from my bag.  I glanced at the time by chance and noticed it was already 9:13pm! I was amazed at just how fast the time was passing, then chuckled to myself at the cliché Time flies when you’re having fun.

And having fun, I certainly was!

[To Be Continued...]

xox Violet

Even though I used to watch a lot of tv, I still didn’t watch sports.  Sure, I could tell you what day of the week it was based on which programs were being broadcast at the moment, but which team won ‘the game’ last night… no chance I could even tell you which sport was being played!  As far as the Superbowl goes, I’ve been to a few parties over the years, and even made an awesome football cake for one, but those parties were about socializing and eating yummy foods and no actual game watching/following happened.

Now, when it comes to participating in sports, that’s another thing.  I’ve been known to join in a friendly game of beach volleyball once or twice, but I generally avoid games where the balls flying at my face could actually cause real injury!  I’ve never really been a competitive person, though I do enjoy competitive games chess, go, or scrabble – but I’ve always enjoyed those games for the enjoyment of it, for improving my skill and I don’t care if I win or lose.

All that aside, in the spirit of Superbowl Sunday I thought I’d share this scene I did for ‘The Real Workout’ where I got football lessons and a good pounding afterwards!

Enjoy!

xox Violet

And here’s the video – despite my utter lack of football knowledge, I had a blast that day!

“Why, Violet, I never knew you had such great taste in clothes!” he jested, referring to our now-matching attire.

I giggled, sincerely.  I liked his sense of humor – it was just the sort of joke I’d have made.

“Well, not only do I have great taste, I’m told I taste great too!” I said with a wink.

“Oh my…” he added with a mischievous grin.  Both girls were blushing and trying to suppress giggles.  I was glad that Vincent was starting to relax and feel more comfortable.  I knew this was going to be a really fun evening.

Sunny motioned for us to take our places on the sofa so she & Suri could begin our pedicures.  Vincent held my glass while I sat, then handed it back to me.  He went to sit down, but then paused.

“Something’s missing,” he said, and looked around.

“Oh?” I asked.

Right then there was a knock at the door.

“Ah! That should be it now,”  he said as he went to the door to answer it.  In came a woman with a big bag of movie theatre-style buttered popcorn,  in authentic movie theatre packaging.

“Wow, you’ve really gone all out, haven’t you?” I commented to Vincent, who smiled that mischievous grin of his, tipped the lady and sent her on her way.  He then took his seat on the sofa next to me, put the popcorn close by for us to share, and started the movie.

As the movie rolled, and the ladies expertly attended to our feet, Vincent and I shared some popcorn and enjoyed the champagne.  When it came time for the foot massage at the end of the pedicure, between the champagne, the extreme sexiness on the tv screen and the sensual relaxation of the pedicure, I realized I made the right choice to save my lingerie for later, as it would have now been completely soaked!  I was so aroused, but didn’t want to make the ladies uncomfortable so I just kept it to myself, and tried not to wiggle too much in my seat.

I tried to stifle my moans of pleasure during the foot massage, but Vincent noticed and began rubbing my hand, and my fingers, which just added to the sensations.

“Better be careful there, or we might have to cut the movie a little short!” I said with a seductive smile.

“Oh, I don’t think that would be so horrible,” he added, placing my hand in his lap over top of the bathrobe.  His throbbing erection was unmistakable.  My clit began to throb again, and my mouth was now watering.  I wanted him, and I wanted him soon!

The ladies finished up the pedicure, quickly cleaned up and having been pre-paid by Vincent, thanked us and left quietly.  As soon as we were alone,  I turned to him and said,

“I am so hungry for your cock right now.”

He looked surprised but not startled.  I had a slight moment of anxiety, in thinking I might have been too crass, but that moment passed when he leaned back, opened his bathrobe and freed his manhood for me to feast on.  It was a nice looking cock, not too big, not too small, and brilliantly hard.  I brought myself up on the sofa entirely, got on my hands and knees, and leaned over his cock, looking him straight in the eyes while licking the tip of it ever so slightly.

He let out a soft moan, and reached for the tie on my bathrobe, opening it, and sliding it off, exposing my naked self in the dim light of the candles and the flicker of the tv, which we were no longer watching.

I slowly began to run my tongue up and down his shaft, delicately teasing him with gentle kisses at the tip and the base of his erection.  I caressed his balls with one hand, while reaching my other hand down my own body, over my hard nipples, further down until I reached the hot wetness of my arousal.  I began stroking my fingers up and down my wet slit in rhythm to my tongue on his cock, while he began to run his hands over my breasts, teasing my very sensitive nipples.

The next time my tongue reached the tip of his cock, I wrapped my lips around it and put it into my mouth, sliding it all the way back until it reached my throat.  I took a breath of air through my nose, then plunged his cock deep into my throat, at the same time sliding two fingers deep into my pussy.

His gasped in amazement at my anaconda-like skills, and I bobbed my head, slipping his cock in and out of my throat a few times before pulling it out far enough for me to catch my breath.

“Oh my god, Violet! That’s… that’s… unbelievable!” he managed to say in between gasps. “I’d seen your work before, but never knew what it would feel like, or that it would be *this* good!  Holy shit!”

“Why thank you,” I said, after pulling his cock out of my mouth for a moment, “what can I say?  When you love what you do, you learn to do it really well!” I winked at him and began to make love to his cock with my mouth.  At that moment he noticed the soft slurping sounds I was making with my fingers between my legs.

“Well now, what’s going on down there?” he asked, coyly.

“Oh…nothing…” I pretended to look innocent.  I guess that’s difficult to pull off when you’re sucking cock!

“Here, let me help you with that.”  He said as he sat up, motioning me to lay back.  He sort of kneeled in front of me as he began kissing my neck, then down to my nipples and then past my navel while he slid his hands down my body and spread my legs apart.

[To Be Continued...]

xox Violet

When I’m in Vegas for the AEE/AVN Awards, I stay at the Wyndham Grand Desert Resort.  It’s a beautiful resort with individual time-share condos, complete with full kitchens, jacuzzi bathtubs and even in-suite washer and dryer!  It’s like a luxury home away from home!  To top it all off, the facilities at the resort are gorgeous and plentiful.  If you want to lounge by the pool, you can choose from the public pool or the adult-only pool if you don’t want to be around screaming and chattering kids. There are numerous hot tubs/spas in both the public area and adult only area, a fire pit, private cabanas and my favorite – a giant chess board!

The view from our suite – The presidential penthouse!! (Click to enlarge)

Checkmate! (I played white that day, but it’s okay, I’m not a sore loser)

The gorgeous and spacious en-suite bath

The jacuzzi tub – site note: Do NOT use a whole bottle of bubbles in a jacuzzi tub – even if it’s just a travel size!!  Learnt that one the hard way! 

Full sized kitchen.  Clearly this was the first day here – it’s hard to keep clean when you have  ~50 people coming and going!

Now, for those of you who know me well, you’ll know that I don’t do drugs and drink very, very rarely.  One of those rare times, however, is in Vegas.  I’m a cheap date, though, because I only have one or two drinks and I’m comfortably tipsy – without losing control of myself.  There’s nothing sexy about a sloppy drunk person, male or female, and I am always happy to enjoy myself without the need to get completely wasted.  Most importantly, being wasted ruins sex, and I certainly can’t have that happening, now can I?!

Anyway, this year I decided I would make some spiked jello.  I figured vodka would probably be the most innocuous liquor so I picked up some of that and while I was at the store I saw a vodka called ‘cake’!  Apparently, it tastes like eating a piece of cake – in liquid form.  I was curious, but didn’t want to risk getting it & not liking it, then being stuck with it for the jello.  Have you tried cake vodka?  Comment and let me know how it is, because my current weakness is cupcakes (red velvet, to be precise!) and I would love to hear your opinion/analysis on cake vodka!

Something else that was new (to me, at least) was alcohol infused whipped cream.  Some friends of mine got 2 cans of it, one in chocolate flavor the other in cherry.  Honestly, I was too scared to try it, the thought of it just seemed wrong! From some of their reactions, I’m glad I didn’t try it.  Some liked it, but a lot said it was just plain nasty!

Anyway, the vodka jello turned out pretty good, but I think next year I’ll just stick to my favorite – christmas tree.  WTF? You’re probably thinking.  Well let me explain.  I happen to enjoy gin, Bombay Sapphire, to be precise, and if you’ve ever smelled it you’ll notice that it smells just like a christmas tree.  That’s because gin is made with juniper berries, and juniper is a common tree used for christmas trees.  So I like to call my favorite drink ‘christmas tree’  I’m just silly like that.

Now, in preparation for my week in Vegas, I usually like to get my hair and nails done.  Well this year I managed to get my hair taken care of, but ran out of time before I could go to the nail salon.  So while in Vegas I found a little nail shop at the boulevard mall and put my hands into the hands of a stranger.  I’m very particular in who does my nails as I have very sensitive skin and if they’re not careful, I end up with bleeding and sometimes infected cuticles.  Not fun.  But, not having the patience, or the tools, I caved in and found a new place.  I explained my sensitivities and asked her to be extra gentle, which to her credit she was, but that’s where the positive aspects end.  I normally get gel overlays (they make your nails look picture perfect for weeks and also makes them thick and rounded enough that they don’t scratch when playing with a girls delicate bits!) but the lady didn’t know what I was talking about.  She gave me this new gel-type polish that she claimed would last for up to 6 weeks but by the second day, it had already begun to peel away.  Not to mention the tips were not filed evenly, and the white tips were crooked!  On top of that, my two thumbnails had cracks in them that I had to keep gluing down with crazy glue all week!  If my schedule hadn’t been so busy, I would have gone back to get it fixed, but on the same side of things – this girl messed them up so terribly, I didn’t exactly trust her to make it right.  Anyway, thankfully most people didn’t notice the horribleness of the manicure, and I managed to make it through the week and when 3 of my nails broke off, it was at the airport on the way home.  Anyway, the bottom line is, if you are in Vegas, don’t get your nails done at the Boulevard mall!

My nails right after they were finished.  They still look good, right?

So, on to more fun things.  The venue this year for AEE and the AVN Awards Show was moved to the Hard Rock Hotel.  To be honest, I didn’t even know they had a convention area, but as it turns out they do!  The show this year was so small, I could hardly believe it.  Easily less than half the size of previous years when it was held at the Sands convention centre that’s connected to the Venetian.  I don’t really have much to say about the convention itself, except that it was disappointing.  I guess the economy is hitting a lot of the adult companies pretty hard.  The Awards Show was held at the Joint, the concert venue at the Hard Rock, and while I didn’t attend this year (by choice!) I heard it was a nice venue, though the show itself seemed to experience many technical difficulties.  I’m not sure what that means because I wasn’t there, but the consensus was that the show was really, really, really long, and many people were glad when it was over!  That’s when the real fun begins… after-parties!

You don’t have to go to the show to go to the after parties, if you know the right people  One of my favorite parts about my annual trip to Vegas is getting to dress up and attend the many industry parties that happen nightly.  What can I say?  I’m a bit of an attention whore!  I checked out a couple of parties at Body English, and one at RPM, but mostly just went to unadvertised private parties – a couple of which happened in my suite at the Wyndham!  One night, I remember retiring to my bedroom at 8 or 9 in the morning, and there were still at least 10-12 people in the adult hot tub/spa downstairs!  It was crazy!  No one got any sleep while in Vegas.  Vegas is like a black hole for sleep – it just seems to disappear and you have no idea where/when/how to find it!

A lot of the time I wandered around the two circle bars at the Hard Rock.  Usually you’ll find most industry folk at the circle bar at the Venetian, but with the venue change this year, we all congregated in the Hard Rock.  It’s always nice to see friends that I haven’t seen since last January, and of course to make new ones too.  As always, it’s fun to dress in sexy outfits, and instead of getting sneered at by other women, you get complimented by them.  It’s just wonderful.  I was sad that I didn’t run into Evan Stone this year, as he is one of my all-time favorite people in porn, but I’m sure I’ll get the chance to see him again, most likely on set.  I did run into a bunch of really awesome people, and I tried to get pictures, but sometimes you’re just in the moment and you forget to take snapshots.  Anyway, here’s some pics:

James Deen

Jessica Jaymes

Manuel Ferrara & Katsuni

Lexington Steele & Melanie from the punk band ‘The Objex’

*smooch*

Anita Blue

Rob Rotten & Beth Bardot

Beth Bardot (& awesome photobomber, Eric Swiss!)

Brad Armstrong

Justin Syder & ?

Shay Lynn – licking my horns!

It seems pretty girls like licking and suck my horns!

‘Prince Amir’ from The 8th Day! 

& of course with Johnny Soporno

And just for fun, here’s a picture of my ass! 

There’s probably a whole bunch I’m missing, but I gotta run for now.   Coming soon, I will be blogging about my experience with White Tiger Tantra, which I experienced in a room full of guys and girls watching.  OMG, I squirted so much!  But more about that another time

Until next time…

xo Violet

p.s. I also have the next part of An Evening with Vincent, but I figured you might enjoy Vegas updates first