While Mick's Away....

I'm on my way home from the Windy City.

It was an enjoyable, if not "pleasurable" journey, if you know what I mean.

And this afternoon I was able to slip away from my meetings for a nice long bike ride along the beautiful Lake Shore. On a sunny, not too hot , not too cold day, there is no City more beautiful. And they must have at least 20 days like that all year, right?

BTW, I took the photo on my ride.

But while Mick has been flying solo, and following the "no touch" rule, our staff has been pretty busy it seems.

Tonight, Mistress is over at J's "Love Shack" , getting some time in with her Lover before her Slave arrives home.

"So when is it you'll be home.... I want to make sure I am there to greet you...."

I told her by 11 pm. ANd she's promising I will not have to wait until morning. Though for her it will be a two-fer evening.  But that may work out fine, since I'm not sure I have the "staying power" of yore after two nearly 72 long hours without her.

And our other staff members have not exactly been joining in my carnal denial....  as I've been riding back to River City, Donna shared with me the following, showing me what our Western and Senior  Correspondent have been up to rather than putting nose to the grindstone for some more conventional "journalism".

Here is the email exchange Donna shared, with a little grammatical sandblasting to protect the guilty:

Had some sexiness happen this morning. Called my friend Josie because she sells vibrators and I want a powerful clit vibrator to take to The Ranch. I figured I might as well get a recommendation from a lady and give her the business. She is bringing her catalogs by the office later.

Josie is one fucking hot little professional who wants to fuck my wife.

Anyway, she says, "Mike, I cant keep any vibrator out of my pussy or my Hitachi off my clit this week. I have just been masturbating constantly!"

Really, I ventured, where are you?

In bed........

I told her I was going to take her to The Ranch dressed in nothing but a pair of black high heels and a collar and a leash, and  that's when I heard the Hitachi start up!

What are you going to make me do?

The first thing I'm going to do is show you off to everybody, pulling your ass wide open for everybody to see.

...Loud moaning...

And then you're going to eat my wife's pussy.

OH MY GOD, I WANT TO EAT HER PUSSY!

I could hear her as she came hard!! You are going to suck my cock and get it nice and wet, ready to fuck you.

I love your big beautiful cock, send me another picture.

Stop telling me what to do. You're lucky I'm not there or I would put your naked little bare bottom over my knee and blister your bare bottom.

OH MY GOD, I'M CUMMING AGAIN!

And after that I going to split you wide open with my fat cock and fuck you hard from behind, and then I'll grab a fistful of your hair and jerk your head back to fuck you harder!

OH MY FUCKING GOD, I'M CUMMMMMING AGAIN!!!

And so on :)

Afterword I told her to text me a picture of her soaking wet pussy and asshole, and went to the men’s room and masturbated the SOC to a fucking hard orgasm.

Hard enough that I hit myself in the chin with my cum:)

It was a smoking hot pic she sent, BTW.

The WC

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I love the kind of fast passion you share.

As I finished reading your email, I was wet and squirming and could tell I would need some direct, hands-on stimulation to get the job done.

I put my laptop, with your email displayed on the screen, beside my pillow, then laid a thick towel doubled over on my bedspread. I grabbed the lube and my favorite pocket rocket from the nightstand, climbed up on the bed and positioning my butt to be centered on the towel.

Ramping the pocket rocket to medium speed, I pushed it solidly against the side of my clit. Then, grabbing my right breast in my hand, I repositioned and tugged and pulled it toward my face. By bringing my head up and sticking out my tongue, I was just able to run my tongue over the nipple. Frustration.  I wanted suction, and biting, and teeth grinding back and forth shooting fire shots from my nipple to my clit.  I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the clamps. Working a nipple with my fingers, rolling and stretching it out as far as possible while pinching it with my fingernails, I snapped on a clamp and cinched it down. Doing the same for the other nipple, I could immediately feel the electric current making a circuit that would build to an orgasm.

I jacked up the speed of the pocket rocket to high and turned my head toward my laptop to begin re-reading what you had written. I got as far as "I'll grab a fistful of your hair and jerk your head back to fuck you harder," when a moan escaped my throat and then I began cumming, and not just cumming but squirting again and again, unable to stop. Finally the rhythmic pulsing of my ass released, and I lay there exhausted.

As I began to sit up, I saw a shadow by the door and doing a quick double take saw that Bill was leaning against the door frame. His arms were crossed over his chest and he gave a small tilt to his head and said, "Very nice." Then he walked over, pushed me back down on the bed and told me to stay put. He slowly unzipped his jeans, and bit by bit his big fat cock, head purple-red and dripping pre-cum, came into sight. Bill used two fingers to rub the pre-cum around the head and just under the mushroom cap of his cock. He grabbed the lube, put a dollop in his hand and began to slowly rub it onto his rod, root to tip, picking up speed.

His boner was beautiful. There isn't another word for it other than beautiful. My mouth began to salivate and I reached out with the intention of pulling him into my mouth, but he shook his head and continued with his primal rhythm and motion. Within three minutes his breath had become staccato gasps, his eyes closed and then his head fell back. He let out a whoop and ropes of white cum shot from him, landing on my breasts, neck and face.

Bill leaned over to give me a kiss, first licking his cum from my lips. His kiss was a peck with a smile behind it. He pulled up his jeans, tucked himself away, turned and went back out the door.

Yes, we both enjoyed your email, ----.

Hugs,
Donna

 Well, if nothing else, that at least makes up for the lack of real sex in the last two entries here at UCTMW.

Missing Mistress

Slave is still in Chicago, heading home this afternoon, and getting a little strung out on the lack of sexual "release".  I've been honoring the no touch rules here. And while we talked about the possibility of a phone sex date last night, our schedules did not align.  By he time I got home from a night at the Theatre, Mistress was off on dreamland.

For her part, Mistress took our cute Co-ed to dinner last night, foregoing an invitation to stop by J's house.

"He called last night and wanted me to come over after dinner, Slave.... but I figured it would be a little hard to explain to our daughter where I was heading to so late at night...."

"He wants you, Mistress....."

"I think he does, Slave...."

But she is planning to spend a few hours with her lover tomorrow evening after work, before her Slave gets home around 10:30 pm. 

Let's hope she has a little energy left, or Slave may be waiting for Thursday morning!

Ouch.

Now I think I'm going off for a run on the Lake Front.  I have a little excess energy to discharge!

The Whole World's .... Yawning.

Slave is up here in the Windy City for a business meeting until Wednesday. Coincidentally, my trip coincided with a crazy confab of world leaders ranging from our President to some Prime Minister of Pakistan who left town sulking that he never got a photo op with said President to show the folks back home, sort of like a whiny small time political contributor from Kankakee.

The most noticeable thing to me was the "ghost town" feel of the streets in a town usually choked with traffic, and the overwhelming police / military presence presumably designed to provide "security", and also deter disruptive street protests.  Cops everywhere, some armed to the teeth, tucked away in buses and vans, lining the streets, ready for .... anything.

In an odd way it brought to mind my first trip to Chicago - the summer of 1968 - for the Democratic Convention that year.  (Yes, friends, I am that old). It seemed to me that the police in Chicago have learned some lessons over those 45 or so years.  Not nearly as many of them are large Irish guys willing to swing their clubs first and ask questions later. And those billy clubs?  They seem to have gotten a lot longer.

In any event, the world was spared scenes of Cops gone wild this week.... a nice comparison to the sights, sounds and smell of tear gas that summer so long ago when the chant I remember from the crowd was "the whole world's watching....."

I did get a chance to go for a walk on unusually still streets yesterday afternoon.... it seemed many office workers and shoppers had stayed home to avoid the melee that never happened.  But I did snap a photo that our fans out there might enjoy, particularly Tammy and the "sub sisters", who have generously looped me into their entertaining side bar repartee over the last few days:

But of course, this is just a cheap substitute for sex, something that Slave came up short on yesterday.  (Other than my opportunity to worship Mistress yesterday morning before I hit the road).

Fortunately, J stepped into the gap I left behind in River City and "entertained" Mistress last night.  They went out to dinner and adjourned to the "love shack". As I was enjoying some local color and dessert with some colleagues in Little Italy last night, Mistress called to wish me good night.

"We're tired here Slave."

I'm sure they had good reason to be tired.

But at least I can spice things up here a little with a dispatch received yesterday from our Western Correspondent before I sign off today:
 

So B and I went to a party last night

It was a leaving the organization party for one of B's fellow workers

She and B had worked very closely on a big project that was the most devastating for them both in their careers 

J said last night she cried for a week after the debacle 

B is still affected by it 

So they are close but have not worked in the same office for several years

Anyway J is a very fucking hot 35 or so year old

She is a workout freak and in perfect shape

She was wearing a black little dress

She was there with a hot guy but he just sat in the corner and didn't talk to anybody while she was greeting all her friends

B was up and about too so I was just talking to some people and watching the deal

J was greeting people and giving them hugs

BUT

When one woman came in she spanked her ass

And I'm not talking about a pat on the ass 

Im talking five or six hard swats

And then she grabbed it and squeezed it hard! !!!

The WC was interested ......  Very interested

The lady she spanked was clearly smitten by J 

And then J saw me staring and winked at me

Wow I thought what is the deal here?

I sat there and she did the same thing to four other ladies.... that i saw... one 65 but hot:) and a good friend of B and I's

Holly shit I thought this lady is really kinky

I asked B about the deal and she said she didn't see it

Is she a Domme I asked

I don't know B said

Anyway, it was something I have never seen in a Vanilla setting

Pretty fucking hot too!!!

She really spanked those gals hard!!!

Very very cool

Anyway being the gentleman that I am I offered to help her with her new career as it is the same field as mine

See what a nice guy I am:)

The always helpful,

WC

Thanks WC.  I'm just surprised you didn't get in line for a few whacks.

Does Mistress Need a "Closer"?

Mistress clearly needed some relaxation this weekend to get her out of some work related angst.

Saturday was a bona fide day of rest for her. Lot's of sun on our deck. Nothing on the schedule (though she did work in some time to give her Slave a good cropping).

Sunday was a different sort of "stress discharge" day.

She was up and out early for her Sunday morning "booty call" at J's charming "love shack".  She wandered back to the UCTMW World HQ at about 11:45 am, looking well fucked and in need of some time to "recover".

"Wow, Slave.... two straight hours of fucking..... it takes a lot out of a woman...."

"Poor dear....."

"I think you're going to have to wait until later.... hope you don't mind....."

Of course, Slave knows his place in these matters.... and that when the time came I would be cumming too. 

Mistress was quickly into her bikini for some relaxation on our deck with the Times and our cute Co-Ed - it was another gloriously sunny day here, and while she was out Slave had dutifully inflated a little wading pool so that the two Divas in my life could cool themselves when things got too hot for them in the sun

"It's like the Beverly Hillbillies out here, Slave...."

True.  But this was a rather tacky substitute for their "See-ment Pond".

I had to go visit my grumpy mother, and when I got back, Mistress had a little social update for me.

"J's riding over on his bike..... I guess he just can't get enough of me, Slave...."

I can understand why.... though now I was getting  little worried that Slave's chance for some release would be deferred even longer.....

J did arrive, a bit flushed after his 10 mile ride, and wearing some of those tight Lycra bike shorts. Mistress was impressed.

"You look nice in the shorts, J."

We enjoyed the afternoon, with Mistress making some snacks for her lover, and Mick reading the Times in the shade.  Mistress persuaded J to stay for dinner, though she and I still needed to get our own bike ride in.  J used the time we were riding the local hills to catch up with Mad Men which we had DVRed.

I do think Mistress likes to tease J about his slight  remaining discomfort about this "arrangement" though.  While we were changing into our riding cloths, Mistress came downstairs to see  how J was doing, but before she bothered to slide into her sports bra and jersey.

So when I came downstairs ready to ride, there she was, topless, J looking even more flushed.

"I think it took him awhile to realize that my breasts were out, Slave...."

We then got into a little conversation about which of her lover's likes her breasts more.

"I think J's actually into them more than you are, Slave...."

Well, it's hard to tell.  I suppose I am more of a "leg man", but they are very lovely breasts.

Later, after we had ridden, and showered (J was a little too embarrassed to accept Mistress's generous invitation to shower with her) , I started on dinner as Mistress plopped down on the couch next to J, extending her lovely feet onto his lap.

As I prepped the Salmon and zucchini, I noticed Mistress in that short cream colored robe, as Jay massaged her tired feet.  Of course, there were no undies concealing the hint of those pristine clean shaven folds.

At just about that moment, J asked me a question:

"Mick, do you know what a 'naked short' is...."

I did a bit of a double take: was that a reference to Mistress short robe and naked parts?  Oh.... I got it.... it was a finance question.... a naked short sale of stock!

My bad.

At some point yesterday afternoon, Mistress mentioned that sometime in the midst of all this socializing, Mistress had to make time to fuck her Slave, since I'd be leaving town Monday for a business trip.  Again, a bit of embarrassment for J.

"Not sure I need to hear about that guys...."

And then there was a little discussion of Mistress's sexual appetite.

"I like to have sex before I go to sleep every night, and usually we do, right Slave?"

"Most nights, Mistress."

"I suppose you do say you're too tired every now and then."

"But I always offer to worship...."

You do..... but then, J, sometimes you say you're too tired at night."

That's when it occurred to me.

"J, maybe we need to find a third guy for her.... a Closer...."

J picked up the thread, explaining the concept to Mistress, who is not much of a sports fan.

"Right, you've got your starting pitcher.... he's Mick.... maybe he can last into the 6th, 7th inning on a good day..... then there's your middle reliever... that's me.... I come in for the 7th, 8th innings.... and when the game is on the line and the starter and middle reliever can't produce.... you've got your closer.  He's got the heat when you need it.... short intense spurts....."

I think Mistress got the concept, and seemed intrigued.

And for those of you who were concerned that Slave might not get any Sunday action.... rest assured.

After dinner, Mistress drove J and his bike home, making sure there was plenty of time for the starting pitcher to get in a little "work" before the weekend ended.

Now Slave is on the way to Chicago for two nights .... Mistress has arranged a little sleepover this evening with J.  I'm glad to know I will be leaving her in good hands.  But I hope he doesn't lose track of the pitch count.





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