Early in our relationship I told Mike two things were off the menu
First was anal sex. There's a BIG difference between moans of pleasure & screams of pain! The second was that he couldn't ejaculate on my face. My ex-husband occasionally did this to me & would laugh at me after he did it that felt really humiliating.
Mike agreed, saying that he thought anal was disgusting & that he sometime came all over the face of his ex-wife when he became 'overly excited' (his words), but could tell she didn't really like it.
Mike likes to here me laugh & I told him if he could suggest a position that made me laugh we could do it. Then he said if I suggested something that would make HIM laugh we could do it.
The next week we decided to go camping at our favorite national forest. Crowds are never a problem there, but if you go during the week it is pretty much deserted. We parked at the end of a dirtroad at the trailhead & prepared to hike a mile to our campsite when I had a wicked thought seeing him sitting on the gate of his pickup in his baggy cargo shorts.
I acted like I was going to reach in the bed of the truck but snuck my hand up the leg of his shorts that he hung down & grabbed the shaft of his penis. He looked surprised then started laughing.
'Do I have your attention?' I squeezed him.
'Yes ma'am!'
I have him my most wicked smil. ' I dare you to hike to the campsite with your big dick hanging out...'
Mike started laughing hysterically, hopped-off the gate & pulled-off his cargo & boxer shorts over his hiking boots & hopped back on the gate, his long penis hanging toward the ground.
'One more thing, ' I asked trying to sound innocent. 'Let me see how many handkerchiefs I can tie around it"
I thought he was going to lose it but I noticed the harder he laughed the harder his erection was getting. I took that for a yes & dug around in my pack for some handkerchiefs & pulled-out three red & three blue ones.
Mike still couldn't stop laughing as I crouched in front of him & tied the six neckerchiefs in alternating colors from the base to just behind his big flared glans.
We finished preparing for our hike, Mike's semi-hard red & blue erection swaying back & forth the whole time. When it was time to go I hung his shorts from my pack & told him if we hear anyone coming, we'll dash into the woods & you can put your shorts on.
Up until then I don't think he thought I was serious. That I was just kidding & to put his shorts back on, but when I hit the trail with his shorts hanging from my pack he ran to catchup.
During our hike to the campsite, Mike would pretend to try & snatch his shorts back from my pack, & wound up holding them in my hands & told him if he didn't quit it he wouldn't get them back until we got back to the truck!
We got to the campsite without encountering anyone. None of the four campsites were occupied.
We unloaded our stuff on a picnic table & set-up camp. Me laughing the whole time at his dick swinging all over as he set up the tent.
'What's so funny?' he asked.
'Your penis.' I said cracking up. 'Do you want me to untie you?'
'On one condition,' he said.
' What's that,' I said, still snickering at his swaying cock.
'See that empty picnic table over there? Go lie on your back on it and hang your head over the edge & untie them like that.'
I think the shocked look on my face started him laughing then I started laughing.
'Yes, sir!' I said with enthusiasm walking over to the picnic table I lay down like he asked & watched his bobbing erection upside down coming toward my face.
I know what your going to ask. Did I give Mike back his shorts? NOPE! He begged me half-heartedly for his shorts back for a while then quit asking. I did give them back near dark so it wouldn't get bitten by mosquitos, but I made him give them back to me in the morning & tied it back up with the handkerchiefs in the morning while sitting in a campchair in front of the fire.
We hiked along a stream while I gathered wildflowers & has quite a boquet when we stopped for lunch. I think he had gotten used to hiking with his dick swinging all over.
After we finished eating I untied the neckerchiefs & have him a slurpy, noisy blowjob. His fourth of the weekend, lucky guy!
After Mike came in my mouth with an enthusidtic yell, he asked sheepishly if I would tie up his dick again. Pretty please?
I could see his disappointment when I said no, but still on my knees, I grabbed the bouqet of wildflowers & spent half an hour making a perfect daisy chain around his fat cock. A skill I learned as a girl.
'C'mon,' I said standing up. 'Let's go back to camp!"
'
First was anal sex. There's a BIG difference between moans of pleasure & screams of pain! The second was that he couldn't ejaculate on my face. My ex-husband occasionally did this to me & would laugh at me after he did it that felt really humiliating.
Mike agreed, saying that he thought anal was disgusting & that he sometime came all over the face of his ex-wife when he became 'overly excited' (his words), but could tell she didn't really like it.
Mike likes to here me laugh & I told him if he could suggest a position that made me laugh we could do it. Then he said if I suggested something that would make HIM laugh we could do it.
The next week we decided to go camping at our favorite national forest. Crowds are never a problem there, but if you go during the week it is pretty much deserted. We parked at the end of a dirtroad at the trailhead & prepared to hike a mile to our campsite when I had a wicked thought seeing him sitting on the gate of his pickup in his baggy cargo shorts.
I acted like I was going to reach in the bed of the truck but snuck my hand up the leg of his shorts that he hung down & grabbed the shaft of his penis. He looked surprised then started laughing.
'Do I have your attention?' I squeezed him.
'Yes ma'am!'
I have him my most wicked smil. ' I dare you to hike to the campsite with your big dick hanging out...'
Mike started laughing hysterically, hopped-off the gate & pulled-off his cargo & boxer shorts over his hiking boots & hopped back on the gate, his long penis hanging toward the ground.
'One more thing, ' I asked trying to sound innocent. 'Let me see how many handkerchiefs I can tie around it"
I thought he was going to lose it but I noticed the harder he laughed the harder his erection was getting. I took that for a yes & dug around in my pack for some handkerchiefs & pulled-out three red & three blue ones.
Mike still couldn't stop laughing as I crouched in front of him & tied the six neckerchiefs in alternating colors from the base to just behind his big flared glans.
We finished preparing for our hike, Mike's semi-hard red & blue erection swaying back & forth the whole time. When it was time to go I hung his shorts from my pack & told him if we hear anyone coming, we'll dash into the woods & you can put your shorts on.
Up until then I don't think he thought I was serious. That I was just kidding & to put his shorts back on, but when I hit the trail with his shorts hanging from my pack he ran to catchup.
During our hike to the campsite, Mike would pretend to try & snatch his shorts back from my pack, & wound up holding them in my hands & told him if he didn't quit it he wouldn't get them back until we got back to the truck!
We got to the campsite without encountering anyone. None of the four campsites were occupied.
We unloaded our stuff on a picnic table & set-up camp. Me laughing the whole time at his dick swinging all over as he set up the tent.
'What's so funny?' he asked.
'Your penis.' I said cracking up. 'Do you want me to untie you?'
'On one condition,' he said.
' What's that,' I said, still snickering at his swaying cock.
'See that empty picnic table over there? Go lie on your back on it and hang your head over the edge & untie them like that.'
I think the shocked look on my face started him laughing then I started laughing.
'Yes, sir!' I said with enthusiasm walking over to the picnic table I lay down like he asked & watched his bobbing erection upside down coming toward my face.
I know what your going to ask. Did I give Mike back his shorts? NOPE! He begged me half-heartedly for his shorts back for a while then quit asking. I did give them back near dark so it wouldn't get bitten by mosquitos, but I made him give them back to me in the morning & tied it back up with the handkerchiefs in the morning while sitting in a campchair in front of the fire.
We hiked along a stream while I gathered wildflowers & has quite a boquet when we stopped for lunch. I think he had gotten used to hiking with his dick swinging all over.
After we finished eating I untied the neckerchiefs & have him a slurpy, noisy blowjob. His fourth of the weekend, lucky guy!
After Mike came in my mouth with an enthusidtic yell, he asked sheepishly if I would tie up his dick again. Pretty please?
I could see his disappointment when I said no, but still on my knees, I grabbed the bouqet of wildflowers & spent half an hour making a perfect daisy chain around his fat cock. A skill I learned as a girl.
'C'mon,' I said standing up. 'Let's go back to camp!"
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