Gael has commented on many posts of mine, so I think it is time she be officially welcomed into Racer X’s harem of blogger girls. Yes, my lovely bloggers girls, those secretly dirty creatures who enjoy reading my racy writings, who like to confess their hidden desires and darker secrets, who love to fuck and fuck a lot, but perhaps are a bit ambivalent about the societal scorn they may receive if they were to be too open about their desires. So they come here, read and comment upon my posts, and realize that there is a place where they are more than welcome, without scorn or judgment. They can be fully sexual beings in all freedom. We are all sex addicts here. And we love it.
Gael fits into this nicely. She has more than deserved her own special post, the official welcome into my harem of lovely, sexually liberated women. She, like many girls, understands that to be taken by a dominate male is one of the deepest desires of her sex. She also understands the compromises she must make in order to be impregnated by alpha sperm. She is married and she has stated her that her husband has fathered other children from other women; and yet that does not deter her from accepting his natural dominance. As a matter of fact, like most women, this turns her on. In the world of the feminine mind, there is always the superficial denial of what their vagina’s are telling them, namely, to be filled with the best possible specimen of manhood, and this of course leads to the eternal conflict that most women have between finding a man who is a provider, who will obsequiously follow her demands, and a man who is a creator, the independent sort who is driven by conquest, whether social or sexual, and not the conformity required of family life, which is essentially a feminine institution designed for the most part to neuter most males. The woman wants the man who will stick around to help raise the children, and this of course is by necessity required for a healthy society; but she deeply desires the man who will also give her the best possible, strongest and healthiest children. It is very rare that the two are the same. The men who produce the strongest, most audacious offspring, the ones who ultimately drive and rule society, tend themselves to be unruly and ultimately unable to be domesticated. This, as I have said before, is the essence of all sexuality: all women desire alpha sperm. And the lovely Gael is such a woman.
And how I would love to fuck Gael. I can only imagine how a woman such as herself would respond to a lover as skilled and proficient as Racer X. I am up front with all my women about my desires, my needs for freedom and independence, my abhorrence to the shackles of domesticated life; and when women find this out, they tend to find this refreshing, since many of them simply want to be fucked and fucked well by a man who knows how to fuck. Now, Gael may have a husband, but she also, like many women, even those already in thralls of an alpha man, desires a little variety. Perhaps Gael is simply curious, perhaps she merely wants to sample different alpha cock? Or perhaps she is becoming a little bored in her marriage? Whatever the reason, one of my great pleasures in life is pleasuring women who desire to be pleasured without the chains of commitment. But this takes a special kind of man, the kind who can fuck a woman well, yet still feel something for her, even love, without wanting to possess her or be possessed by her. What I have found in my lifetime is that this is another of those secrets of life, the strange and seemingly contradictory desires of the human heart and body that many posses.
But to fuck Gael, yes, to fuck Gael. This would be a great pleasure. I would love to offer her the opportunity to enjoy a different alpha penis. In my imagination, perhaps Gael and I have known each other for a while. Perhaps we work together. Perhaps we have both for quite a while now felt the draw and pull of sexual desire for each other. Perhaps she is hesitant at first. After all, she is married. But Racer X will persuade her to explore the darker sides of life.
Yes, perhaps we would be alone somewhere, perhaps an office after work, alone and free from interruption, and she would be wearing a nice dress. I can imagine taking her, turning her around, bending her over a desk, and hiking up her dress. Then her panties (lacy and pretty of course) would be ripped off. Once she was in the right position, and as I kissed the back of her neck and massaged her breasts with one hand, she would feel the caress of my fingers on her warm and ever moistening vagina, touching and exploring and entering, and I can imagine the feeling of her wetness quickly covering my hand. Perhaps she might resist, touched by the momentary guilt and shame of straying from her husband. “Don’t worry,” I would tell her, “no one needs to know this secret except us. I know you desire some variety and I am here to provide you with this service. You can count on my confidentiality.” And as she feels the heat building between her thighs, stroked by my fingers, her feelings of guilt would slowly subside, and then vanish into the cloudy pleasures of illicit sex. She begins to move her hips around, as she desires to feel me inside her, but I will make her wait, and I will increase her pleasure in a torturous way. At first she thought the feel of my fingers on her hot vagina was delightful, then, when she felt my mouth and tongue slowly and deliciously kissing her, up the back of her thighs, lingering and patient, up and upwards until I finally reach her treasured secrets, again, her now soaked pussy, when she felt my mouth and tongue delighting in her womanhood she would gasp and shudder with excitement, feeling an intense pleasure she had never felt before. “Oh god yes,” she moans as I lick her. She pushes herself into my face as I satiate myself with her warm, tangy juices. I love the feel of them all over my lips and mouth and chin, and I delight in covering my face with all her sexiness. And not content with this I continue kissing her, upwards, exploring and tasting, until finally I bury my face in her ass, and lick her tiny little asshole. She gasps and even screams at this, but she loves the forbidden pleasures, and she loves it even more when I gently insert a finger in her ass, and finger fuck her ass and pussy at the same time. When I then find her clitoris, and run my tongue all around its swollen head, all the while with one finger in her pussy and another in her ass, she screams with delight, and soon I can feel her buck and shudder with orgasmic pleasure…
And then it is time. She is breathing heavily, and without warning I stand up and slowly rub the tip of my now hard penis around the lips of her exceedingly excited vagina, and as I do so she pushes back while I push forward and without hesitation enter her from behind. “Oh god, you feel so huge,” she moans as I fill her up, completely, and fully and without restraint. Yes, my cock deep in her, I begin to thrust, and she pushes back, and I thrust some more, and we fuck like this for a good long time, Gael bent over the table and me behind her, slowly at first but then harder and faster and faster, the room filled with the heavy sounds of fucking, with the sounds of my hands slapping her ass and spanking her and pulling her hair and grabbing her hips and fucking her as hard as I can, fucking over and over and over again and pounding and pounding her, until finally after such a good long, sweaty fuck I can feel my balls begin to explode, and I do explode, so turned on by Gael’s sexual intensity and hotness, her delightful beauty, and I fill that sweet vagina of hers with a fresh load of hot alpha sperm, and she loves the sensation of being filled with the sperm of a strong man other than her husbands. Having emptied my balls into her pussy, I bend over her sweat covered body, her legs trembling with wonderful fatigue, her torso undulating with the heavy panting of a woman who has been fucked and fucked hard and fucked thoroughly, and push aside her hair and gently kiss the back of her neck and her soft lips.
Still, as a married woman, once she realizes what she has now done, she can not help but feel guilty and ashamed. Her mind is torn between the pleasures of illicit sex and her commitment to her husband. And yet, despite all this, despite the confusion of this moment, the delicious pleasures felt deep within her vagina, the sensation of being taken by yet another man of alpha status, a man who loves to fuck as many women as possible, to pleasure them and give them the upmost pleasure freed from the constraints of societal rules and expectations, despite her ambiguous feelings, Gael also loves the feeling of a good hard fuck by a man who knows how to fuck, and who does not expect anything in return except the sweet memories she may keep hidden in her heart of our secret rendezvous.
And so she returns to her husband, a happier and more satisfied woman, and Racer X has once again helped another marriage and relationship survive and even thrive…