Episode 15 - Blurring the Lines

Transcript

Marcie Prohofsky:  Well, welcome to A Taste of Sex erotic open mike.  We are here at One Taste in San Francisco.  My name is Marcie Prohofsky and I am the host of this fabulous event.  We have some hot players in our house tonight.  We have Virgie Tovar, one of my favorite hot authors. (Giggling)  She is one fine breast fetishist and she will be reading a hot piece I’m sure.  So, this is collaboration with Personal Life Media and you can find these shows at personallifemedia.com.  You can also do a search in the podcast department of iTunes, and also find information about these podcasts at our website, which is onetastesf.com. 

Virgie Tovar:  I didn’t tell him until later that he was going to have to meet his daddy.  He seemed confused but didn’t ask any questions.  When I invited him over again, Daddy was sitting in the place Brandon had occupied last time at dinner.  Daddy was a tall, hot Top.  He loved to dominate me and he loved to use my tight pussy.  He didn’t care about my tits, and when I asked him if I could introduce a baby into the relationship, he said I could earn the privilege with ten good hard fuckings in the ass. 

Marcie Prohofsky:  So, we will begin the evening with a piece from Harmony called “My Cock,” and this is about a pink dildo. 

Harmony: My Cock
I look down at my cock and he looks back at me.  He head curls upward in a soft, smiley arc.  Bending over him, we’re face to face.  I experiment with letting him swing from side to side, pointing him like a fact at different objects in the room, feeling my control over his movements.  He has a humongous, bulbous end that fits inside me, and his stiff bounces as I walk set off a series of tremors through my hips.  I stand in front of the mirror and admire myself with my luminescent pink erection.  I stroke the soft silicone the way I imagine a man would do it, back-handed like a porn star.  On each stroke I feel the answering tug deep inside me.  How fabulous that a little outlay of cash at Good Vibrations can buy you this.  Now I’m everything, boy and girl, and I can do anything, and anything, and anything.  (Applause)

Marcie Prohofsky: Okay, Christina…You ready?  This is a piece called, “There’s Nothing Else,” and this is about her obsession with his cock.  I see there are lots of cocks in the house tonight. 

Christina:  We’re fucking and it’s hot.  He’s over me, driving into me, hard.  There are people walking by.  Usually I would mind, but this time I’m lost in my limbic system.  “Pound me,” I implore, a little self-conscious again.  He picks up his pace, his body slamming against me, into me, hitting that spot deep, deep inside, over and over, relentlessly.  It’s almost too much; I can’t stand it, but I love it.  There’s nothing else.  This is it.  It feels like I’ll cease to exist if he stops.  My heart is racing; it’s like I’m going mad under the pressure and fury that he’s coming down on me with.  I’m going up, and up, and up… and he stops.  It’s over.  He’s breathing hard and collapses onto his back, eyes closed, mouth open, looking like he’s just outrun a train.  Still so high, I fall onto him.  His sweaty skin feels cool under me.  I can’t stop touching him and kissing him, moving down his belly to his cock.  There it is.  I love it.  I press my nose in to his crotch and smell him; it’s so good.  I’m so turned on.  I kiss it over and over everywhere; I examine every part, every bulging vein, changes in color - dark red here, purple there - the hair, the ridges, and I kiss and suck and press my face every way I can imagine into his cock.  All of it is perfect.  I want it in me, anywhere.  I love his cock!  I feel guilty; I shouldn’t care so much.  It implies I don’t care about him too, like they’re mutually exclusive somehow.  Fuck that!  (Applause)

Marcie Prohofsky: Our next reader, he has gotten my attention.  Isaac.  As he rises from lying down, his large cock very visible in his blue jeans.  As he turns the corner, I can feel my skin warm up, and he comes and growls me and now he’s humping me from behind – my pants are still on.  It’s a piece called “Surrender.”

Isaac:  This is a piece that I wrote; the subject was how we do, or do not, surrender… ahh… in sex… to sex… to our sexual desire.  So I wrote a piece, ah, on how I surrendered to a woman’s, ah, sex, to her desire. 

I am surrendering to her sex.  I am on her ride.  We are making out.  She takes her clothes off.  I say to her, “I surrender.”  She balls up her fingers into a fist, and puts her whole hand into my mouth.  My mouth stretches wide open.  I start to gag, choking.  She wraps her hand around my throat… and squeezes.  Our eyes lock, and she gives me this sweet, sympathetic look.  I gaze back in complete surrender… to her, to her sex, to her desire.  She releases her grip on me and removes her fist from my mouth.  We journeyed to the edge and came back.  She stands hovering over me.  I remain as I have been on my knees.  I bury my face in her pussy and begin to suck and lick with a new-found passion.  Nothing has ever tasted so good.  Sweet surrender.  It’s the feeling of giving up control, power, and just going on the ride, releasing my fears and hang-ups, and diving in with both feet.

Marcie Prohofsky:  So, are you ready Madame?  Alrighty…  She’s always ready, I can just tell.  So, this is a piece by Virgie called, “Fuck, Slut, Mommy.”  I want to say that again: fuck, slut, mommy.  I hear a tune in my head…  Um… so this is about how an adult baby earns mom’s milk; oh, babe!  (Laughter)  C’mon up!

Virgie Tovar:  Ooohh… okay.  (Sigh) Sorry.  Ooohh, I’m getting all tingly.  Okay.  I met him online.  He had read an ad I had placed about wanting an adult baby.  I wasn’t looking for the diapers; I was looking for a submissive deviant who needed tit more than anything.    I found him.  We had spoken for a few days and then it faded.  He had reinitiated contact after several months, calling my house phone out of the blue one day.  Brandon.  I had no idea who he was, but I could hear what he was in his voice: a sissy boy who liked to take orders, who did whatever he was told.  He was a full-grown man who played an attorney in his real life.  He hated being an attorney because he had to tell people what to do all day, when all he really wanted to do was beg his hot mommy for a hand-job and a breast-feeding.  I invited him over for dinner, and we sat over a small meal; he stared at my breasts as we ate.  After dinner I took him by the hand to my room and laid him next to me on the bed.  We were both on our sides and I stroked my fingers through his hair and asked him if he was “mommy’s baby.”  His voice began to soften and his head began to burrow into my chest.  His hands moved to his cheek and my fingers traced his lips.  He opened his mouth as I slid my fingertip in, gajjing… gajjing?!...gauging how well he could suck.  He closed his eyes as the finger made its way on to his tongue.  His face was soft and smooth; it looked almost as if he’d never had to shave.  His hair was brown and curly; he breathed slowly and sighed gently as his face laid against the top of my breasts, and my finger rested in his mouth.  He began to curl his legs into his body; I took my leg, enveloping him with it, pulling him closer to me.  I could feel his erection as the top of my aureole began to peek over the top of my shirt.  I didn’t tell him until later that he was going to have to meet his daddy.  He seemed confused but didn’t ask any questions. 
When I invited him over again, Daddy was sitting in the place Brandon had occupied last time at dinner.  Daddy was a tall, hot Top.  He loved to dominate me and he loved to use my tight pussy.  He didn’t care about my tits, and when I asked him if I could introduce a baby into the relationship, he said I could earn the privilege with ten good hard fuckings in the ass.  Daddy didn’t let me sit when he ate dinner; I had to stand and make sure that his every need was fulfilled.  As I served him, the thought of his cock made my pussy begin to become slippery in my panties.  He had never even used or caressed my tits, the one part of my body that needed the most attention.  He rarely removed my bra, even, while we fucked.  And the rare occasions that he fucked me without a bra were because I’d just stepped out of the shower, or he had awakened me from sleep.  When his dick got hard there was nothing more firm and irresistible; I never stopped wanting to take his cock or drink his cum.  He often spanked my ass so hard that it was red and sore all the next day.  He rammed my cunt so hard that if I forgot to sit down slowly I would moan with delicious discomfort and remembrance.
When Brandon came over he had his overnight bag.  The door was unlocked, and I looked over at him when he slid in.  Daddy didn’t look up from his meal.  He sat me down in his lap, petting my thighs as he ate the risotto I had made for him   He finished his meal and I thanked him as I put the dish in the sink and washed it.  He came around behind me, sliding my hair to the side and kissing my neck, biting into it.  I loved that he marked me.  He told me to meet him in the bedroom in five minutes with my bare pussy fully exposed for him; no more than five minutes, or I wouldn’t get my fucking.  My pussy began to open up in anticipation.  He left the room, and I told Brandon to come over to me. 
“You wait in the living room until I come get you.  It could be fifteen minutes, it could be four hours.  You have to wait for mommy until Daddy has had his way.  Do you understand?” 
He nodded, “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, mommy.” 
I rubbed my breasts against his face for a few moments.  He moaned and his body began to crumple on the sofa.  I kissed his forehead and tenderly told him that I’d be back. 
“All you need is mommy to take care of you…hmmm?” I asked. 
He almost whispered in ascent.  I slipped my pink panties off as I entered the bedroom.  He sat on the bed with his legs spread, his solid dick in his hands, shiny with lube.  He told me to leave the door open so the baby could hear who was in charge.  I obeyed.  He fucked me harder than usual, eliciting moans of pleasure-pain.  He made me beg for his dick. I asked in my little voice for his dick. 
“You’re addicted to this cock, aren’t you, you little fuck-slut?”
“Yes, daddy,” I said. 
“You wish I would touch those big titties of yours.  Is that what you wish for when you come to bed? That I love you enough to touch them?”
“Yes, daddy,” I say. 
“I bet you get all wet and touch your naughty little pussy thinking about this mouth and those big fucking udders, don’t you?”  He put my ass in the air and spanked it loudly, tossing his hand from side to side.  My hair was wrapped around his fist as he pumped me hard and fast. 
“Is that what you need the baby for? You’re so horny to have your tits sucked you had to get a baby?”
“Yes, daddy.  I’m sorry, daddy,” I say. 
“Yes, let’s see how your baby likes this,” he says as he throws me on my back, snatches down my bra cups and cums all over my tits.  “You better not wipe that off of your daddy’s good girl.”
He wipes my body down with the warm washcloth like he always does, telling me what a good girl I am and how well I took his fuck-gift.  He asked me if I liked it.  He washes me everywhere but my tits.  He quicker than usual and the cum hasn’t dried by the time I time I am eager to play with my new baby.  (Giggles)
I walk out into the living room and Brandon is sitting there, his hands folded onto his lap.  I take him by the hand and lead him to the room upstairs.  I sit on the edge of the king size bed, turning from slave to mommy as I look at him.  “Take off your clothes and fold them.  Put them neatly on the bed, pants first, underwear next, undershirt and then button-down.  Every time you put something down I want you to say, ‘thank you mommy’.” 
He obeys and meekly repeats, “Thank you mommy.” 
I can see him turning into my little boy with each article of clothing.  The room is cold and I let him slide under the blankets with me once he’s naked.  I pull him close to me, his head level with my breasts, and he looks at me waiting for direction.  My breast are bare and still slick and wet. 
“Did you miss mommy’s tits?” I ask.  “Do you want to suck them?”
I can feel his hard-on poking into me. 
“Come to mommy.  You’ll have to lick Daddy’s cum off my tits.” 
He slides his tongue out of his mouth and begins to lick his new daddy’s cum.  I recall the taste of master’s cum: salty, powerful, thick.  His tongue licks every drop of cum from my tits.  My nipples are wrapped and he’s eager to suckle.  I take one of my tits and place it close to his face, the tips of my nipples almost touch his lower lip. 
“Mommy’s so proud of Brandon.  Look how well he cleaned Mommy’s beautiful tits.  He’s such a good boy.  He makes Mommy so happy.” 
I slide my hand down to his belly.  He sucks it in as I begin to rub.
“Don’t suck in your belly.  I like your little tummy,” I tell him.  He exhales and I rub in slow circles.  He breathes quietly as I hold him close to me.  I tuck his head under my chin as my leg makes its way over his waist again.  I look down at him and guide my breast to his mouth.  He begins to breathe quickly.  I tickle his lower lip and then his top lip with my firm, full nipple.  He keeps his eye on me and shyly opens his mouth like I tell him to.  I push my nipple into my mouth.  He moans as he exhales, a moan of satisfaction and lust.  He grabs onto my back and tugs on my flesh, he breathes in my scent as his feet scratch for mine.  This full-grown sexy man who has probably fucked hundreds of women has always wanted just this.  I look at him, he looks at me.  We lock eyes and I’m his mommy.  He needs me and it turns me on in the most warm and fulfilling way.  I give him an erection.  He’s fully aware of my moisture right now.  He’s mine.  I begin to pull my breast away from his mouth.  His lips follow me.  I want to nurture him, but the devilish side of me wants him to prove that he wants my tits more than anything he’s ever known.  I push him away. 
“I don’t think you want any more,” I say sternly.  His eyes are alarmed.  He shakes his head and tries to burrow into me again.  I move away further.  “I’m not sure if you really, really love your mommy.” 
“No, no, I love my mommy,” he insists. 
“I don’t think you’re a good boy.  You aren’t mommy’s good boy.” 
“Yes, I love mommy and I’m mommy’s good boy.”  The tears begin to well in his eyes.  My pussy is engorging; he’s almost there. 
“I think you should go.  I don’t think you deserve a mommy,” I tell him.  I get off the bed and begin to walk toward the door.  He scrambles off the bed and falls to his knees. 
“No, please don’t leave, mommy.  Please, please, I’ll do anything.  I’ll be good, I promise.” He wraps his arms around my waist; I slap his face.  His lip starts to quiver.  I’m more turned on.  I look down at him and my breasts and nipples swell as he begins to cry.  He whimpers embarrassed, his dick hard and pointing up into his navel.  I exhale and take his face in my hands, kissing his lips gently and soothingly. 
“I’m sorry.  I’m sorry baby.  I’m sorry I made you cry,” I say sweetly as I feel the part of me that needs him to need me more than anything is so strong.  I get down on the floor with him, bringing his head to my lap.  I rock him back and forth and he cries.  I lean forward, my breasts pushing against his cheek as I kiss his tears, tasting them.  My eyes begin to tear up too, my breasts are big and full and they make him need me.  I feed him and love him, and we fall asleep. (Applause)

Marcie Prohofsky: My name is Marcie Prohofsky.  Thank you so much for tuning in.  We don’t just write it here, we live it, and this is A Taste of Sex: Erotic Poetry Readings and Letters to my Pussy.  You can find this recording on iTunes and also at personallifemedia.com.  Check us out at onetastesf.com and tune in next time.  We will turn you on.  Good night.