“And then I spread her legs apart slowly just in time to see her juices dripping from her pussy down to her ass. Her pussy was so pink, so young, so juicy, so much better than yours, honey.”
“Mmmmmm…..tell me more…did you taste her?”
“I kneeled down between her legs and so lightly licked from her ass to her beautiful young pussy. It was the sweetest juice I’ve ever tasted, baby. I made her cum all over my face. Her swollen little clit was pulsing. She begged me to never stop licking her. My cock was so hard. She was arching her back desperate to have my fat cock in her tight wet hole. She moaned uncontrollably as I thrust into her over and over.”
“Oh God, babe, did you make her cum?”
“She had orgasm after orgasm. I’ve never seen a woman cum as much as she did. Then she asked me if I could feed her my cum. She begged me for it. I wanted to shoot my load deep in her pussy, but I didn’t want to disappoint her so she swallowed my cock down her throat and took every drop. It is the best sex I’ve ever had. She’s coming over tonight. She said she wants to fuck me in the bed I share with my wife. You don’t mind, do you, honey?”
“Oh my God, I’m going to cum, can I please cum, baby?”
“No, not today, honey. In fact, as long as I’m seeing her, your orgasms will go to her. Now be a good girl and go make some dinner. I’ll think about letting you touch your pussy while I’m fucking her tonight.”
I’m A Dirty Whore Who Likes To Cum All The Time
July 2018
John has been a bit more assertive lately about my denial. I’ve really been on my own the past several months because of his work and classes. I’ve been able to edge when I want, for as long as I want, and I’ve also allowed myself orgasms…when I want.
Imagine my surprise when, while on vacation this past week, my husband said to me as we were having sex, “you know you’re not allowed to cum, right?” Seeing the baffled look on my face he said, “you think I don’t know what a greedy whore you’ve been the past couple of months, allowing yourself all those orgasms?” There’s something about being called a greedy whore that makes my pussy throb. He started thrusting hard into me saying, “do you like that? Dirty whore.” I begged him to allow me to cum. He stopped and pulled out. He told me to get on my knees and bend over. He then spanked my ass until it was good and red and I was yelling out in pain.
When he stopped, he asked me if I still wanted to cum. Of course I said no. He told me to tell him I didn’t want to cum and every time I got close I had to tell him that I didn’t want to cum. Then he spread my legs and started licking my pussy. “I love licking this dirty whore pussy. Do you like when I lick that pussy, whore?”“Mmmmmmm…fuck yes…oh God…mmmmmm….pleeaasseee” “Please what, whore?” Whimpering I said, “please, I don’t want to cum.” He was relentless and licked right around my clit as he slid a finger into my dripping pussy. “Please, please, please, please, I don’t want to cummmmmmm.” He slowed down and started licking so lightly that I could barely feel it. John looked at me and said, “I was going to let you cum, but since you keep telling me you don’t want to, I’ll just use you until I’m ready to cum.” “Nooooo, but I do want to cum.” As he continued barely licking all around my clit, but not directly on my clit, he said, “Ok, you can cum.”
“But….I …. I can’t feel it…please…” “I don’t understand, you said you wanted to cum, I told you to cum. I guess you must not be horny enough.” “But I am, I swear I am.” “I’ll tell ya what, if you can suck my cock like a good girl, and swallow every drop, I’ll let you cum.” So of course, being the good girl I am, I sucked his cock for all it was worth and he shot his load down my throat.
I was so horny. I love sucking the cum from my husband’s cock and hearing him moan. He told me to get up on my knees and use the vibrator to masturbate myself while he watched. I eagerly grabbed the vibrator and as I was putting it on my clit he said, “when you’re getting ready to cum, I want you to say, I’m a dirty whore who likes to cum all the time, John.” I felt humiliated but I was more aroused than ever. He got his phone and started recording me as I moaned over and over how I was a dirty whore. My body convulsed with a powerful orgasm.
When it was over, I collapsed on to the bed, still out of breath. John stopped recording and said he hoped I enjoyed it because it would be awhile before my next orgasm.
Earliest Fantasies
As a child, when I would masturbate, I remember fantasizing as I rubbed my clit, that I was tied to a bed, in a cabin, in the woods. Isolated. Alone. Men would come and go and use me as they wanted for their pleasure. Sometimes there would be more than one man at a time. One would have his cock in my mouth while the other would fuck my ass. If I screamed too loudly, I would get beat, slapped, spanked, and spit on. These thoughts would bring me to an orgasm very quickly…but even then, at that young age, I would stay on that edge for hours before allowing myself to climax.
In this cabin was one man who stayed at all times. He was, for lack of a better word, my caretaker. He would run my bath water, wash my body and my hair, tend to my bruises, feed me, and show me how to be pleasing to men. He would use his cock to show me what men liked. He used force as he abused my holes because this is what the other men expected from me. But every once in a while, he would be gentle and allow me to experience pleasure. He said it was good for me to see what I was missing so that I would crave it. He said that men preferred their objects to be desperate and needy. Sometimes during a lesson, I would accidentally have an orgasm. These are the times I would be severely punished. He said he did not enjoy hurting me but stern discipline is the only way I would learn the skills necessary to keep me protected. Essentially, it was his job to keep me safe. As long as I did exactly what he said, I would be ok.
During my fantasies, I imagined being harshly punished in order to mold me into the perfect object to be used by men. I believed then, as I do now, that being pleasing for men is something a woman should strive for. If it pleases a man to inflict pain, the woman should gratefully endure the pain, and thank him afterwards for caring enough about her to take the time to teach her.
Sometimes he would use rope, other times he would use handcuffs to restrict me. My legs were always spread for easy access. Sometimes I would be blindfolded and he would use various objects to play with my clit and shove in my pussy. He would instruct me to lay motionless and in complete silence as he brought me to the edge of a forbidden orgasm. My time alone with my imaginary man was special. He taught me the true pleasure of submission. Using only his hands, he would fondle my breasts while teasing my pussy. That alone would bring me to an orgasm. He would tell me to beg him to allow me to cum, only to be told no. He would edge my pussy until my wetness dripped from his hand.
I became his obedient slave. My focus was his pleasure and what seemed to bring him the most pleasure was watching me be used by multiple men at the same time.
My pussy would throb knowing how turned on he got watching other men use me. I would rub my clit so fast thinking about being used. The men in my fantasies did not care if I had an orgasm. They didn’t come to that cabin to treat me like a lady. They came there to live out their deepest, darkest desires, to be able to act like real men and take their pleasure from this object.
As a young girl, masturbating to these thoughts would eventually lead me to orgasm because I didn’t have the discipline then that I do now. My question is, why on Earth, as a child just discovering masturbation, would my fantasies be so dark? And believe me, they have only increased over time.
Making Her Feel Special
If you are fortunate enough to find a woman who will not only fuck your husband, but will also remind you of your place, do everything you can to keep her.
Pamper her. Treat her special. Tell her you are grateful that someone as young and beautiful as her is there to satisfy the needs of your husband. Needs that you can’t fulfill.
As you massage her firm young breasts, whisper how happy you are that she even allows you to touch her.
Take her breast into your mouth. Gently pull on her nipple. Tell her how much she means to you. Touch her body the way your husband touches her body.
Hold her from behind close to you. rub between her legs, feel her wetness as you tell her how much you love watching her fuck your husband. How he tells you how tight her pussy is on his cock.
Allow her to smother your face with her pussy. Taste her juices flowing into your mouth as you tell her about how your husband can’t even feel his cock in your used up hole.
You need her to make your husband feel like a man. Thank her for denying your pussy of orgasms. Beg her to never allow you to have another orgasm as you grind your pussy to hers.
But most importantly, move out of the way when it is time for your husband to make love to this beautiful woman who has taken your place.
I Want To Fuck Your Husband
July 4, 2018
As I scroll through Tumblr, reading all of the magnificent cuckquean blogs, knowing how desperate we are to find a woman who will make our fantasies come true, I find myself wanting to fuck your man. I want you to see the seduction.
Watch as I suck his fingers making sure to taste his wedding ring so I can hear you whimper.
I want to see you drool as I take his cock into my mouth. He’s so hard. Watch his expression as s I manuver my tongue around his dick. Has he ever been this excited when you sucked his cock?
We don’t break eye contact. Does he even care that you’re still in the room? Maybe you should go get us a drink. This is going to be a long night. I love making a man cum, but it’s way too soon. I want him to taste my arousal. Knowing I’m fucking your man while you watch makes my pussy wet. I want his tongue in that wetness.
Ohhhh…mmmmmm…..yessss. No wonder you want to share him. He has a magical tongue. He deserves to taste a sweet pussy. He obviously loves my flavor because he doesn’t stop until he has brought me to an orgasm. It’s ok, quean, you can rub your pussy, but no cumming for you! Orgasms are only for me and your husband tonight. I need to feel his cock inside me, now.
Oh my God, he feels so good. His cock is filling my wet hole. He doesn’t move yet. He allows himself to savor this feeling. I squeeze my pussy muscles tight around his throbbing dick. He moans. You start rubbing your clit a little faster. Your desperation makes my desire grow. You husband has his way with me. We fuck in every possible position.
He fucks me with more intensity with each passing minute. This man thrusts into me with passion, making me grunt and moan. He’s fucking me so hard that the bed is shaking and banging against the wall.
He picks up the pace. He’s going to cum soon.
I feel my pleasure building again. I’ve lost count of how many orgasms I’ve had at this point, but this one is going to top them all.
His cock expands and I feel him release his hot load into me as he growls and yells out in pleasure. As we catch our breath, I look over at you and smile. I know how much your pussy is aching for release. I ask you to lay on the bed as you husband gets a shower. I want to help you so I ask you to spread your legs for me. I tell you that I will rub your clit until your husband gets out of the shower. If you can cum in that amount of time, I will allow it.
You beg me to go a little faster. You’re so close….just a little faster, please. Oh no, there’s your hubby. Times up. No orgasm for you tonight! No be a good quean and go get me a snack. I’m very hungry after that workout I just had with your husband.
For Their Viewing Pleasure
This is what you always wanted. Your husband fucks other women. His only condition for agreeing to do this for you is that you had to completely give up having orgasms. He wanted to keep you desperate and denied so that you would be more willing to please him, and what pleased him now was fucking other women. Younger women, women with beautiful bodies, women who kept in shape and took pride in their bodies. Sometimes, he let you watch. Sometimes, as foreplay with his girlfriend, he makes you lay on the bed and use the wand on your denied pussy. His girlfriend got great satisfaction knowing how humiliated you were when he made you do this. She loved that he would rub her clit as you were rubbing yours. What she liked more than anything was that just as you were about to cum, he would unplug the wand and then continue rubbing her clit to a mind shattering orgasm as you lay there, an achy dripping mess.
Then you would have to get out of bed so that your husband could make love to his girlfriend while you watched, forbidden to touch your soaking pussy.
You listen as she has orgasm after orgasm. Moaning your husband’s name, begging him to cum in her pussy until he can no longer hold back. You can see their undeniable bond as he shoots his load into her. He tells you to sleep on the couch tonight because he wants to hold his girlfriend in his arms tonight.
Imagine
5/2/18
Imagine him intimately caressing another woman, sending chills up her spine as his fingers barely touch her skin.
Imagine him softly and deeply kissing another woman as she willingly accepts the taste of him on her lips.
Imagine him, for the first time since you’ve been with him, rubbing another woman’s pussy. You haven’t had an orgasm in months, but he’s about to give her the first of many tonight.
Imagine his fingers, fingers that have only touched you for years, sliding in and out of her pussy and ass, simultaneously, pleasure slowly building and giving her another orgasm. Her juices going all over his hand.
Imagine. His tongue exploring her clit. Small gentle circles around her magic button. Taking his time. Savoring the sweet taste of her in his mouth. She cums again.
Imagine your husband, having lost every thought of you, lies there in ecstasy as she delicately licks his balls, teasing him, the anticipation of having his cock in another woman’s mouth.
Close your eyes and imagine this moment. The head of his rock hard cock pressed firmly against the opening of her wet and waiting pussy. Ready to feel his cock inside another woman for the first time in years. Thrusting slowly. Claiming her.
Imagine him slowly grinding into her, escalating her pleasure. She’s about to have another orgasm. This time, her pussy will clench onto your husband’s cock. He wants to cum, but he’s not finished yet.
Imagine him fucking her like you don’t even exist. Like a beast claiming his prey. Growling loudly as he sprays his seed deep inside her body. She whimpers like the true beauty she is. A real woman. Taking your husband’s cum as she too has one final and mind-blowing orgasm.
Imagine all of these things and then do what a desperately denied cuckquean does. Rub your pussy right to the edge. How long can you ride it without going over? Remember Quean, orgasms are for your husband’s cuckcakes!
Aching Desire
April 17, 2018
Today is 50 days without an orgasm! 50 days. To some, that’s nothing, to others, it probably sounds like an eternity. Each day brings a new realization to me and a deeper ache unlike anything I have ever known. I sent a message to John today telling him about my accomplishment and his response was, “wow! That’s pretty fuckin awesome. I knew you were a good girl!”
Hearing those words from him, knowing he’s proud of me, makes me want to give up orgasms permanently. My denial is making me so submissive and obedient. I want to please my husband now more than I ever have. He has recently started talking to a stunning young lady. They do some serious sexting and she sends me beautiful messages putting me in my place. She reminds me that she is superior in every way.
As if that’s not enough to keep me desperately aroused 24 hours a day, John has sent me videos the past 2 mornings, while I was at work, of him jerking off. FUCK. Nothing in my life has turned me on as much as watching him slowly stroking his cock, teasing, edging. Just enough to spill a single drop of cum then stopping as that one drop slides down his pulsing cock. FUCK. I could almost taste it. Then he continues, erotically and passionately using his hand to fuck his cock to a slow intense build up that leads to an eruption of cum. A moan escapes my mouth as I watch. He moans and his body twitches from his orgasm.
I have watched these videos repeatedly while edging the past 2 days. All I can think is how amazing it is that after almost 11 years, I am still swept away by my husband. I told John that nothing has made me want to orgasm more in my entire life than watching him jerk off. He quickly reminded me that cumming is something he does, not me. I am seriously looking forward to see how desperate and needy I become with each passing day of denial!
Denial Torture
3/19/18
I am a hardheaded submissive denial slut who enjoys being degraded, humiliated, and put in my place. At the same time, I want to feel loved, admired, and wanted. Weird, I know, but that’s me. I’m a freak, but I’m comfortable with that. I am an educated professional. I help people (hopefully), and my real life can be stressful. Sometimes I just don’t want to think, so my husband does it for me. Those are the moments that I would do anything for him. After this past Saturday, I learned that I will do anything for him, even things I never would have dreamt of. John was against denial when I first mentioned it to him but he is gradually and expertly assuming his role as the keeper of my orgasms and is becoming quite comfortable with my growing frustration.
I look forward to our lovemaking now more than ever before. It is so much more pleasurable now that I have given my orgasms to my husband. We were in bed, I was sucking his cock and had him on the edge several times. Each time he has to stop me from sucking him, I feel a wave of pleasure in my pussy. I had given my husband a blowjob earlier in the day so I was already overly aroused. Then he finally stopped me and gently laid me back on the bed, kissing me. From my lips down to my neck, kissing and sucking and driving me crazy. Moving down to my breasts, groping, licking, biting, and pinching both nipples sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my entire body.
I involuntarily lift my hips and press against his stomach. I hear a low growl escape from his mouth and he continues moving down, painstakingly slow, inch by inch until he finally reaches the area I so desperately need to feel his tongue.
And then the torture begins. He knows how desperate I am. I need to feel his tongue flicking my clit or I may go insane. He knows, and he intentionally avoids getting too close. He lightly licks all around my pussy lips, not even pulling them apart.
My breathing has turned heavy and incoherent whimpering escapes from my mouth. He is so skilled and knows exactly what he’s doing. I begin to slowly lift my hips to meet his tongue, hoping for deeper penetration. He stops. “I’m sorry, I’m getting you too worked up, I’ll be more careful. Now just relax.” His words are like an aphrodisiac. I can’t relax and he knows it. I can’t see his face, but I know he’s smirking. He begins again, using slight more pressure this time.
I’m more careful to be still because I do not want him to stop again. This feeling is beyond desire. I need him to taste me, for him to feel my clit on his tongue. I know how much he loves that. How can he deny himself that pleasure? His discipline and confidence are inspiring. I begin to softly move my hips again but I control my breathing. He’s impressed with my efforts, and then suddenly his tongue slips between my labia and gently brushes against my clit. I gasp and clinch the sheets in my fists as my head arches back and my entire body trembles. I try to cover my mouth so he won’t hear my moaning but it’s too late. He pulls back. I mutter something. I’ve lost the ability to speak at this point.
He looks at me with all the love in the world and says, “I’ve done it again. I’m sorry. I’ve got my girl all worked up. I wanted this to be relaxing for you but it’s obviously having the opposite effect. I will stop now so that you can calm down.” I find my words. “No, no, no, no, no, pleeaaasssseee don’t stop.” I begged him, to no avail. He got up on his knees and told me to spread my legs. “I’m going to fuck you now because my cock is hard. I’m going to fuck you hard until I cum. Please try to control yourself so that I can focus.” And with that, he rubbed the head of his cock on my clit, causing me to buck my hips, and then eased himself into my pussy.
Then he fucked me like a beast, having his way with me. Watching him, how his body moves, the expression on his face, the pure ecstasy as his thrusting increases, going deeper and deeper, brings me to the edge. I know I can’t cum. But how do I not? Ok, breathe. You can do this. Breathe. Give him your pleasure. I am moaning uncontrollably. My body is quivering.
He stops. Gently and with ease he withdrawals himself from me and caresses my body. “There you go, that’s it. Good girl. Settle down. It’s ok. I know it’s hard for you, feeling my cock deep in your pussy and wanting to cum so badly. Thank you for showing me how needy you are. You know how much I crave your desperation. That’s my good girl. You know how much it pleases me when you don’t cum, right? You’re not going to disappoint me are you?”
The last thing I would ever want to do is let him down. “It’s just so hard.” I whimper. “I love you so much. I’m so close, it’s right there.” I sound pathetic and desperate, and he yearns for that desperation from me. It fuels his burning desire for me. He forcefully thrusts his cock into my pussy, grabs my throat and fucks me hard. He’s whispering in my ear, “you’re such a good fucking denial slut, my good girl.” I can’t hold back. I tell him I’m going to cum. “No, don’t disappoint me now, you’ve been such a good wife, so obedient. You can do it. Hold it in, that’s my good girl…..fuck…I’m cumming.” How I did not cum is beyond me. My need to please my husband was greater than my need for an orgasm. My abstinence from orgasms gives him so much pleasure. It makes him proud of me. He deserves to have a wife who remains desperate, needy, achy, wet, and aroused. As we were lying there, I asked him if he ever thinks about allowing me to cum while we are having sex. He said, “why would I ever allow you to cum? I get too much enjoyment from you not cumming. You’re a much better wife this way. In fact, I’ve been thinking that we should consider getting you chastity piercings. That way, only I will have access to your clit and pussy. Yes, the more I think about it, the more I’m convinced thats what you need.” This is a terrifying yet completely arousing thought to me. Im sure we will be exploring this idea much more. If I’m completely honest with myself, there’s a huge part of me that hopes he never allows me another orgasm. I am enjoying this feeling more than I like to admit.
Who I Am, If You Care
When someone follows me, I always go to their blog hoping they will have something written about themselves in the bio section. I very much enjoy reading and learning something about the person who found me interesting enough to follow. Because of this, I have decided to write about me, if you’re interested. Just to warn you, I’m a woman, so by nature, I’m crazy. Here are my many layers.
I am 48 but I look like I’m about 38. I am married. We have been together for 10 years. I have 5 children ages 11-29. I have a mom body and I’m proud. I’m not thin by any means, but I’m also not obese. I am tall.
I have also been blessed with 4 grandchildren. My family is the most important thing in my life besides my faith in God. I pray daily. I do random acts of kindness whenever possible and always pay it forward.
My husband
He is the sexiest and most beautiful man in the world in my eyes. He is gentle but in the bedroo., he is a beast. We have been married almost 18 months but have been together 10 years. I won’t say that he completes me because I’m already a complete person but he definitely adds so much color and happiness to my life. He loves me unconditionally. He encourages and inspires me.
My friends say it’s sickening listening to me talk about my husband and that I sound like a school girl talking about her crush. I can’t help it. He still gives me butterflies after all these years. He is a truly humble man and has more integrity than anyone I’ve ever known.
My husband, standing by the lake at our local state park. This was a cool, brisk November morning.
I love him completely, which is why I find it completely baffling that there’s nothing I want more than for him to have sex with other women and tell me how much he prefers them to me. (I told you I was crazy.) I have a burning desire to watch him please and be pleased by another woman. I want to watch him give other women what I am denied. The one thing he wants most is for me to have sex with other men while he watches. I practice orgasm denial. My next orgasm date is May 26th, (although i secretly hope that my husband never lets me have another orgasm!), unless I can find a man to have sex with me. The problem is that the man I want to have sex with lives on the other side of the ocean. I met him here on Tumblr and I call him my sweet man.
Maryland
The beautiful Chesapeake Bay Bridge
Maryland is beautiful. 5 hours separates skiing on a mountain from swimming in the Atlantic ocean. I live in a small town, closer to the mountains than the ocean. Like any town, we have some ugly, but the beauty is overwhelming.
My hometown:
A view of my hometown from a historic landmark.
My Favorite Place
Ireland. By far. The most beautiful place I’ve been. Everything about it. The green, the old world feel, the simplicity, the people, the turquoise color of the ocean.
The western most part of Clare in Ireland. Loop Head lighthouse. The wild Atlantic crashing into the boulders.
We went there for our honeymoon. I had always wanted to see the Cliffs of Moher. Seeing them for the first time with my husband was a truly emotional, magical, and romantic moment. I will never forget that feeling.
Sunset at the Cliffs of Moher
My Favorites
The color and feel of fall. The peace and tranquility of winter. Deep snow. Dark gray clouds that fill the sky. Heavy rain. Storms. Dark.
Snow covered tree at nighttime
My favorite holiday. Thanksgiving because all of my children come home. We have 4 generations together in one house. I love this more than anything else in life. Christmas is a close second. The feel of Christmas. People are happier and more kind. Why can’t we be like that all the time? I turn into Elf during the Christmas season.
My favorite music. This is hard. Music is so important in my life. My favorite singer is Steve Perry from Journey. A beautiful man with an inspiring voice. I grew up in the 80s so all of the big hair bands are awesome! Whitesnake, Cinderella, Bon-Jovi, Def Leppard . I also enjoy blue grass and country. Chris Cornell, Eddie Vedder (but not Pearl Jam), Ray Lamontagne, Eagles. Pink Floyd for sure. Anything acoustic. Andrea Bocelli, his voice melts my soul.
Food: comfort food. Soups. Casseroles. Pizza. My chili. Mexican. No green beans, no seafood, no Chinese.
Sport: American football. Go Cowboys!☆
Exploring and learning. There’s so much I want to do and so many places I would like to visit. Mountains, cliffs, waterfalls, hiking, being in nature, away from people.
Animal: cow
Car: 65-68 Ford Mustang
Coffee: Dunkin Donuts. Plain with cream.
I had the opportunity to visit Maine recently. It has become my 2nd favorite place. It’s breathtakingly beautiful!
My Biggest Pet Peeve
Poor grammar. Please know the difference between there, their, and they’re. Also to, too, and two. Then and than. Since and sense. These are simple mistakes that people make on a daily basis. Come on people, we learn these things in elementary school. Stop being lazy. If you need help in this area, please feel free to send me a message and I will be more than happy to assist you. I wish this didn’t bother me so much because there are many areas in which I fall short, namely math, but there’s just no excuse for poor grammar.
My Fucked Up Brain
I’m a good person. I care deeply about people, I just don’t want to be around them. I love chatting with people on kik or messenger but talking on the phone is torture. I am submissive to my husband. I want him to control everyrhing, as long as he does it the way I want. I have faith in God and I believe in the Bible but I want, and have, an open relationship with my husband. I also worry entirely too much for someone who claims to have faith in God. Someone once told me to breathe in faith and breathe out fear. I have remembered this over the years and use it during times I am feeling anxious about something.
This is one of my favorite pictures from Ireland. The gray sky, crashing waves, and the Cliffs of Moher in the background.
If you’ve taken the time to read this, thank you. Most of the pictures used here are pictures I have personally taken. Please message me and tell me something about yourself!
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