Although I love flying I tend to get a little claustrophobic if I am not sat in a window seat; hence my dismay when Adele and I checked in at Mo’bay airport to find that our pre booked seats had not, after all, been pre booked. An argument with the large native girl at the check in didn’t help and so we boarded the 747 with me feeling a little dismayed that our holiday had not gone 100% perfectly. Our stay at Hedonism had been ace and both Adele and I had had our fill of cock and pussy licking and had left the hotel bow legged. Ok so that’s an exaggeration but it had been a wonderful, sexy 2 weeks. We had both found time to go scuba diving every day, between the drinking and the fucking, but had wisely omitted the diving on our day of departure. Not a good idea, as anyone who knows about scuba diving will agree, to go diving just prior to flying at 30,000ft. So we had limited the diving on the final day to some muff diving on each other after the guys had left our room that morning.

On reaching our allocated seats my hopes rose a little regarding the window seat as it was occupied by a handsome looking dark guy, wearing a tight T shirt and shorts, and I was sure I could persuade him to swap to the aisle seat so that I could sit at the window and Adele next to me in the middle.

Putting on my sexiest voice and making sure my short skirt was even shorter by subtly turning over the top I leaned over and politely asked him if he would mind swapping seats?

“I’m sorry babe” came back the unmistakable West Indian accent. “But I much prefer to sit by the window.”

Not giving up hope I settled into the centre seat while Adele sat in the aisle next to me. As I got myself comfortable I made sure that my skirt had ridden up as high as possible. So much so that my red panties were almost visible at the crutch. I smiled to myself as I noticed the sideways looks I was getting from the guy at the window. Even on a 747 the seating is small enough to allow my naked leg to touch his. Glancing down at his crutch I could see a small bulge beginning to form.

I often, during sex, love to act out the roll of a slut, and decided that, on this occasion at least, I would actually become one in order to get my window seat. Leaning across so that I could whisper in his ear, and ensuring my leg pressed even harder against his dark, naked skin, I whispered sexily;

“Have kestel escort you ever had sex at 30,000ft hon?”

Even with his dark skin I could see his ears turn red; as well as see the bulge grow even more.

“No babe I havn’t”

“How about we slip into the wash room once we have taken off and then you sit in the aisle when we return?” I replied back.

His answer was even better than I had hoped for.

“Do we have to wait until we have taken off?”

I smiled at him as I placed my hand on his growing cock.

“Seat belt sign is on hon. Be patient.” I smiled at him as the tip of his now very hard cock poked out from below his shorts. My pussy tingled in anticipation of the delights that his massive tool was going to give me.

Turning to Adele I kissed her and told her that I had arranged for us to swap seats later. Knowing me as well as she does she knew exactly what I meant and smiled. “You wicked little minx.” She said as we kissed again. I knew that the guy next to me was watching us and also knew that his cock would be getting even harder watching Adele and I kissing.

Ten minutes later the aircraft began to taxi down the runway and then slid gracefully into the air and continued to climb as it followed the Jamaican coastline eastwards before changing course to head on it’s journey up towards the eastern seaboard of the United States.

No sooner had the seat belt sign clicked off than I was on my feet and headed towards the toilet behind us with the dark guy close behind. As he locked the door behind him he told me that his name was Calton Brown.

“I’m Linda. Nice to meet you Calton.. but even nicer to meet this..” I pulled his shorts down to his ankles as I spoke and gasped at the size of the big, black cock that now pointed towards me. In the tight space I managed to drop to my knees and before he knew what was happening Calton’s cock was in my mouth and I was sucking it greedily as far up the thick shaft as I could. There was no way, even by deep throating, that I was going to get all of the giant cock in my mouth but I was determined to have as much of it as possible.

Calton began to moan softly and his breathing became heavier as he placed his hands on my head, gripped my flaming red hair, and slowly began to move his hips back and forth. I stopped bobbing kırıkhan escort my head in and out and just let him fuck my mouth while he held my head firm. I began to gag as he tried to force his throbbing cock deeper into my mouth but I soon relaxed my throat muscles and took even more than I had thought I ever could. I tasted his sticky pre cum as his balls began to slap against my chin even though there was still a couple of inches of cock that would not fit into my waiting mouth.

His moans became louder as he fucked my mouth even harder until he realised that maybe other passengers would hear him; he then kept his moans to a low volume even though most of the passengers had seen us both enter the cubicle.

I had my hands on his hips as he continued to thrust his cock into my wet mouth and I allowed my teeth to scrape the thick shaft and that sent a wave of even more pleasure through his now sweating body. On and on he plundered the depths of my throat until suddenly, without warning, he pulled his cock from my mouth and, with one swift movement, pulled me to my feet and lifted me onto the narrow shelf that housed the tiny sink. My legs spread either side of him and I braced my feet against the wall behind him. Next moment he was on his knees and pulling the elastic of my panties to one side. When his hot tongue entered my cunt I almost screamed in pleasure. Gripping the sides of the shelf for support I I opened my legs as wide as I could to allow this wonderful guy better access to my now very wet womanhood.

At first he just used his stiff tongue to ream in and out of my slit like a baby cock fucking my depths. After a little while he then relaxed his tongue and began to lick up and down my slit, pausing for a brief while on my clit to give it a suck, before returning to the licking of my juices that were flowing freely from me. Calton was taking me to heaven with each touch of his wonderful tongue. I knew it would not be long before an orgasm wracked my body and, keeping my voice low I moaned;

“Get some fingers in my cunt. Finger fuck me while you lick me outtttt ohhhhhhhhhhhh godddddddddddddd.”

Two thick fingers were suddenly rammed into my pussy and I began to jerk my hips against them as his tongue flicked over my clit, sucked at it, licked my wet hole then returned to my waiting clit. kızılay escort It was as much as I could do to stop myself from screaming out in pleasure and I could taste the tiny drop of blood that came from my lip where I was biting it.

I came. My body jerked, my head went back and hit the mirror and my hips shook against Calton’s face as his tongue licked at my clit and his thick fingers felt the spurt of my juices as my orgasm hit. For a good 10 seconds I just continued to orgasm but before it had even stopped Calton pulled his fingers from my cunt, stood up, pulled the elastic of my now wet panties to one side again and, without warning, thrust his massive cock deep into my wetness. This time I screamed. Not too loud but a scream non the less.

In and out Calton fucked me. I don’t know if I took the whole length of his cock but it sure felt like it as I wrapped my legs around his waist and gripped his head tight to my face. Our tongues entered each other’s mouth and we went crazy as he continued to thrust deep inside me. I knew I was about to cum again and my orgasm started just moments before I felt his cock stiffen that little bit more. Still shaking with my orgasm I told him to stop and again slid to the floor and wrapped my mouth around his throbbing cock. Five seconds later he erupted into my waiting mouth and I delighted at the taste of his hot spunk as it shot hard against the back of my throat. God knows when Calton had last emptied his balls but I have never known so much cum spurt out at one time. My mouth became full within seconds and I felt the warmness of the sperm as it slid down my throat; some even dripped from my lips where I could not swallow fast enough. On and on he pumped his hot semen into me. My body was still shaking from my 2nd orgasm as his cock eventually stopped pumping it’s load and he slid his softening shaft from my mouth.

Adjusting my soaking wet panties we left the small cubicle and we both knew that many pairs of eyes were watching us as we headed down the narrow aisle. Settling myself next to Adele as she slid into the centre seat, while I glanced out of the small window at the billowing clouds beneath me, I made sure I didn’t swallow the last drop of cum that I had kept in my mouth.

“Don’t need to ask what you been up to Princess.” Smiled Adele as I turned towards her. Smiling back I leaned sideways and kissed her on the lips and delighted in the smile that I felt as we pressed our lips together and I allowed the remaining cum in my mouth to slide into hers.

*

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Sweet Linda

Her.

I order a drink. Wine. Red. The most expensive.

Him.

Seeing you sitting at the bar…rimming the glass of your cabernet with your painted fingertip…

Her.

I notice you the moment I enter the lobby…the tapping of the heels of my sharp dress shoes announcing my entrance…commanding the room. Looking your way immediately, the red of your dress is loud…and you own the room.

Him.

I stop dead in my tracks…looking your way…having exchanged several looks throughtout the day…the weekend…you know it and I know it. I want you.

So I wait for you to look over.

Her.

I know you’re there. But I play on it.. my ankle twirls, my heel slipping off a little, a flash of lace topped stockings up my thigh, a lip bite, slow… Exaggerated. Flicking my hair so neck is bared…inviting…

And then…

I meet your gaze.

Him.

I memorize as much as I can from across the lobby…I’ve been memorizing all weekend. I see the tiny strands of hair that drap down against your neck, loosened and fallen from your bun. Those stockings…I have visions of catching them between my teeth. But I stand still. Staring…until my eyes flick over towards the elevator. Giving a command without saying a word*

Her.

I don’t respond… I slowly take another sip, not finishing it. I settle it back on the bar… A pause…

And then I stand. I drape my jacket over my shoulder, purse in my hand. I don’t look at you again. But I walk like I know youre watching…

My hips sway… My dress clings to my ass… So tight… Can you see a pantie line…

Am I wearing any?

My heels click… As I make my way and I press the button with the tip of my long red nail.

Him.

If you are…they’re made of dental floss…because I can’t see the line. I need to be careful…because just watching you in that dress makes me cock swell under the thin expensive fabric of my dress pants…and it would be impossible to hide. But I dont intend on hiding it for you…and I wordlessly follow you in as the elevator doors slide open, my heavy black overcoat and scarf hiding the sharp suit underneath, but my tie has already been loosened…

and as the doors close I lean back against the gold brass railing, opposite of you…just looking, making sure you see my lust filled eyes already undressing you, imagining peeling that red dress from you…and I reach over and press the button that reads “PH”*

Her.

I too lean back… If you are undressing me… Then there can be no doubt that I am undressing you. I am brazen with it, my eyes sweeping downwards me back up… I follow your finger, I smirk as you press the button. Higher and higher we rise… Time ticking… My heart beats fast. But I don’t say a word. I don’t move an inch… I just watch you under thick lashes.

Him.

We mutually engage in a thick, hot mental foreplay without the slightest movement outside of our wandering eyes. Not a word spoken, but my intensions couldn’t be more clear. I’m calm, put together, cleaned up on the outside, but on the inside I’m a ravenous animal, and I’ve found my prey. My mind swirls as I reach into my pocket, and pull the silver keycard out of my pocket as the ding rings out and the doors slide open. Only my hand laying open towards the door, motioning the “after you” *

Her.

My gaze flicks past you to the opening door… Luxury. Money. Class. But I know I belong… I walk past you close enough to touch, but I don’t, I flick my hair though so you get a deep breath of my perfume… My scent. I leave my bag on a side table. Dropping my jacket on a chair. My finger runs the length of a shelf as I look around

Unashamed and indiscrete in snooping. Wanting to know everything about you. Without asking anything.

Him.

Wordlessly following…unwrapping the cashmere scarf from my neck…folding it meticulously and draping it over the edge of the chair…my overcoat comes off next, but I stop and put it on a hanger in the closet. My suit coat however…that I shrug from my shoulders and more casually drape it over the chair, over top of yours. My crisp white shirt is so perfectly starched, not a wrinkle in sight, but the black silk tie has been loosened an inch or two. I pause in the room and remove my sterling silver cufflinks, placing them on the side table…watching you as you near the minibar.*

Her.

You think I havent seen your slow undress… But I have. Reflected in the mirror, in the wall to floor window. I see you. And I want you. But… First… I find the bar, flicking the door open I lower slowly, leaning forward… My breasts strain with a soft swing as I rock my hips from side to side in mock contemplation. I reach…taking out a bottle of something karşıyaka escort sparkling… Cold. I turn to you, eyebrow raised in question…

Not for permission… Rather…If you’d like to share.As I shut the fridge door with my heel.

Him.

You’re absurdly sexy. Every movement, every micro expression, every flex of your body language. The animal claws at the bars…I want to tear you apart. But I remain calm on the outside. I’m aware of my cock growing, but I’m okay with that. I want you to see. And I respond to your eyebrow, with a single drop of my chin…a nod of affirmation…Just a single lift and drop of my chin, taking a long fluid two steps towards you*

Her.

My fingertips twirl the wire… Slowly… Unpeeling the foil, my palm rides up the bottle neck, a swift, tight, grip, as my hand twists… The pop is soft, the bubbles rise then simmer… I bring the bottle to my lips, rimming the top with a slow sweep of my tongue… Then… My lips part.. a brush of deep red lipstick marks the glass as I take a mouthful… But… As I lower the bottle… A drop drips… Running from my lip down my chin… I catch it with my fingertip… And offer it to you

No hint of a smile. Just pure lust.

Him.

Stepping up…into your space, and before your hand is even properly extended, I catch it in my palm, your fingers held out, my thumb pressing against your palm. I lean in, my deep brown eyes looking straight into you…and move my chin towards your finger, except I dont…

Instead I exhale deeply, letting my guttural breath warm your collarbone…taking you by surprise as my tongue extends and the very tip drags up your trachea, curling upwards under your chin and catching the faintest hint of champagne still left on your chin…licking all the way up and only pulling away the second my tongue touches your bottom lip…letting you watch as it disappears back in my mouth and I savor the taste*

Her

I gasp… My breath caught as your touch takes me by surprise. I feel you on my skin, the line you’ve drawn burns. My body reacts instantly. The jolt felt through me. I nearly drop the bottle, I feel it slipping from my fingers, much like my control… I want you… My eyes drown in yours… And they beg wordlessly “take me”

Him.

I can see the submission in your once proud and defiant eyes. As the bottle begins to drop, I catch it in my hand. I’m sharp as a tack, and don’t miss a thing…my fingers brush against yours as I take the body from you. My other hand reaching up to your neck…gently stroking your throat where my tongue just was…curling around to the nape of your neck and turning your body a half turn…my other hand assists after I set the bottle on the table, and I twist you around and step up, giving you that first feel of my swollen manhood as I settle it against the center of your dress at your ass. Only inches from the 85th floor window, you feel the push and your hands instinctively move up to stop yourself…viewing the blacks and gold and whites of the darkened city and the flickering lights…one hand rests on your throat, the other stretches your arms up high, before running down your ribs…my breath against your long neck as I lean in to nibble on your skin.*

Her.

My palms slide up along the crystal clear glass. I feel like I am being stretched, put on display, the city below the audience… And you are my director. My eyes fall closed for a second as I shiver against your lips… That brush against my neck sends goosebumps down my arms and my nipples harden to the point of pain. I press against the glass, a slight push and my ass rocks back against you, the curve of my cheeks brushing along your from thick cock, letting him know I feel him. And I want him

Him.

My left hand slides up your ribs…my right hand slides down your chest. They meet at your breasts…full, phenomenal breasts that spill over the top of the deep red just aching, begging…even your nipples can be felt as they harden…but I take two handfuls first…squeezing them together, kneading and needing them…letting you feel that pressure and angsty hungry exhibited by my hands…

And then my thumbs hook the top edges, and pull down so slowly…so fucking slowly …so just your nipples peek out and I press my cock against you firmly, shunting your body forward so your nipples feel the cold glass…

My hands staying put, but my fingers curling upwards…slowly peeling your dress up around your womanly curves*

Her.

I let out a low moan as my nipples feel the cold. And it sparks between my legs … My clit… She needs attention… A touch… A lick… Anything. Then you peek my dress from my skin… Slowly riding that curve… No panties… kartepe escort No bra… Just a slutty girl in a red dress, stockings, and heels. And all your to tease… Toy and play with. My head turns to the side and my lips hunt for yours. Leaving deep red stains against your skin. You feel it… Feel my lust bubbling to the point…

…where I am losing control

Him.

You can feel the stubble of my cheek…you know you’re close to my lips…but my head turns and you feel jawbone…then my teeth against your shoulder. Your body slowly bared, put on display…the heels causing your ass to rise up and out, welcoming. Your dress hiked and you feel my thumbs pinch and twist both nipples, my cock which is now a completely rigid tool, built and perfected just for you and your dripping cunt, he bursts against the fabric and rubs against the very bottom of your puffed Lips…your clit however…she still burns… And you finally hear my deep voice, the lowest whisper, like a breeze, but deep…”do you want him?”

Her.

My writhing… My hunt for your lips, the seats of my body still instantly. Frozen by your voice. Held in your trance. A slave to your command.

“I need him”

Him.

A wisp of fabric behind you…a slipping sound. The shuffling of a hand as my right returns back up higher and settles on your throat, keeping you right there. The sound of a zip, and then before you feel a touch the black stripe of silk crosses around and you feel it against your throat. It must be the tie.

You feel the silk tighten, then my knuckles against the top of your back right at your spine as I hold the tie in place.

Then the full, warm throb of my cock…peeking between your legs, your soft thighs on either side. And I feel your wetness drip down onto the top of my shaft.

“Reach down. You may touch him. Feel him against yourself.”

Her.

One hand stays on the glass, the other snakes down, riding over my breasts, my dress, sweeping ove my mound… My pussy aches… And I take him… With soft delicate fingers I guide him between my lips, I coat your topside in seconds, my cunt dripping with lust. My fingers smear, touching everywhere. It feels so good… I moan and it catches in my throat, vibrating against the silk as you hold me there.

Him.

I sway gently forward and back, your fingers creamy and delicately wrap around me and grays against my crown. I can feel the pulsing heat coming from your entrance, testing the limits of how hard I can actually get. But the contact has been made…there’s no stopping now. The tie tightens and steals your breath as I cinch the fabric tighter in my fist, once again moving your body up against the glass so your breasts mash against it…but finally my other hand reaches around and down, and not Only slips my finger up against your aching pearl, but I pull backwards…arching your back and letting me drink in the round mounds of your ass…a peach ripe for the taking. And the thrusting continues…getting you so wet that the inevitable slide in would happen in one pleasureful instant*

Her.

My fingers glide all over your cock… I feel him throb, the thud of your pulse, each twitch of need. I am dripping, shaking, my legs tense as I balance in my heels, the angled awkward, my ass jutting out… A sexy display for you. For anyone looking up at the 85th floor. And that though makes me moan. My desperation for you on full view. “Please…”

Him.

Fuck. Youre mine…my sexy strange . My finger gives a firm rub of your clit, a circular rub and with each press of your button I can hear your moan, a reflex. Fuck, I love it. My hands become needy in seconds…

Faster movements, feeling more of your skin, your revealed body. And I begin to claw at the skin that is exposed…my fingers down below push your legs outward…making room…you’ll need it

And then I part your lips…you feel that final opening…your meaty hole opened and revealed and waiting in anticipation…Just as you feel my thick cock stretching out the walls of your delicious sex and drive all the way upward until there’s no more room to go.

Her.

Fuck… The kiss consumes me as your cock implales me. My tight hole stretched and my walls forced wide as you thrust in hard and deep. I ripple around your length, adjusting. Pain… It’s sharp… It makes me gasp, biting on your lip, but you don’t pause, you make me take it and then…

The pleasure. It’s an explosion. bursting within me… You feel it, feel my tight little cunt flex, soothing herself around you, adjusting… I’m moaning panting… Fuck…

Him.

I feel that gasp…against my lips and against my cock…your wet little cunt siezes up and then relaxes as you kaş escort give in, submit…and the pleasure overtakes you. My kisses turn dirty…dirty kisses for a dirty girl. The animal bursts free…and the mood changes… And that red dress that drew me in, catching my eyes days ago…now it’s just a hindrance. Something else between me and you. Between you reaching your potential. I lift it up and over in a flash…your breasts bouncing freely as you stand, splayed, for all the city to see…your stockings risen high and making me feel like I could cum for you this very instant…

The tie tightens…my other hand crosses over and gives you a good hard slap on the ass…tanning your skin in a bright burning pink…and your body shakes as I fuck that tight wet cunt nice and hard

Her.

Naked at last… Both palm reach forwards and press on the glass… I push back. Fucking hard. My hands slide down and ass sticks out. My back bends… That sensual curve… My breasts left to swing with hard bounces each time your hips crash against my body, your tie… It offers no give so my neck is bent, my head tilted backwards so I look up at you… Staring into your eyes as you thrust your perfect cock into my dripping cunt.

Him.

I want to cum…I want you to see just how hard I cum for you…before I make you cum for me…so I pull from you, my cock throbbing and aching and pull and place you, entirely via the tie around your throat, directing you until you’re on your knees…but to the side…so we are in profile against the window. I want them all to see that slutty bob of your head as you devour my cock…

Ripping off my shirt, stepping out of my pants…naked with you, one hand still on the tie, roughly my hands guide your head to my swollen meaty dick and I give you all of him…

Her.

I whimper as you leave me. But seeing your cock drip with my cum… How hard he is… How he is aching and straining to cum. Fuck it’s so fucking sexy. I don’t answer…

My hands replace yours…

Both.

Tending to him… Caressing him… Adoring him as my mouth opens… And I take you, letting you fuck my slutty sluty mouth… Feeling him tense.. the tighten… And I’m ready to swallow all of your thick creamy cum.

Him.

I howl out into the room..a loud roar and your lips and hands feel the spasm as I let go, my cum painting your lips and chin and tongue…reaching up and pulling your head against me, giving you a healthy dose at the back of your throat…

You’ve earned it, you dirty girl…

Then back as I continue to cum hard…it’s all for you…

My palms grip your cheeks…holding you there for the final milky drops…gobs of cum stuck to yo ur lips and cheeks, a testament of how sexy you are, how hot you make me, what a good little cummy slut you can be…

And then I move to sit…spreading my legs and pulling you over to sit between them, your back against my chest…facing the window

I spread your legs with my ankles…blossoming your entire perfect, marked and slutty naked body for all to see…and reach up, taking a thick creamy dollop of my cum from your chin, and press it against your throbbing needy cunt..

Twirling your clit as you face the window…

“You’re going to cum for all to see…you’re going to spray that window with your silky wet lust,” I instruct…

“Do you understand?”

And my fingers wildly fuck your cunt…your sensitive pearl attended to, feeling those pressure twirls and deep rubs…

Her.

My arms curl up around your neck, my body trembles against your chest as you cock rests against my ass… You spread me… Display me… And I submit… My only answers are moans. Louder. Faster. Fuck… Fuck…

Him.

Two fingers slide inside…then three…palm pressed to your clit…my other hand wrapped over your shoulder and reaching down to your exposed nipples…

That’s it, baby…fucking show me how hard you can cum… Licking your earlobe into my mouth and sucking on it for the last stretch…

Fast moving hands, deep sways, my body grinds against yours and drops of cum squeeze out against your ass…the leftovers…

Fuck…

Then I feel you start to shake and my fingers pull out, instead focused on just your clit in those final moments…and then you explode with my hands and mouth and body consuming you entirely…

Her.

I watch… The window acting as a mirror… My cunt reflected… Your toying fingers dipping in and out, then swirling over my clit. I can’t control it. My hips buck… My thighs tense. My head falls back against your shoulder as I let out a scream of pleasure…

I cum… Hard… Everywhere…

Control is lost. And no fucks are given.

As it should be.

It’s raw… Animalistic… Primitive… Just my body giving itself to you again and again and again

Him.

As the orgasms subside, just hands…lips…pulls turn to rubs…pinches turn to strokes…

Holding you…our breathing synced …basking in the endless city lights x

Hi Guys

My name is Julie; a long time reader of Literotica, one of a small group of similar ladies, all of us friends for quite a number of years. We are not youngsters, at present the youngest of us is in her fifties. The group is not a closed arena, some will arrive, and some alas will depart. Some of us were married, some not, some divorced, and some widowed our common factor now is that we are alone. We could, if there were just thirteen of us, be called “The Coven Club.”

We share similar interests, we are all horny in various ways, and when we are not reading and discussing the content of your site we chat about our own experiences and tales from the past, and to be honest, our current activities.

A recent discussion encompassed the idea of recording our stories, and possibly putting them on the web. Our lives, language and styles are a lot different to the stories and things we see on Literotica, but we do think they may entertain your readers. I was elected to write up the stories, memories of our group. I will write as far as possible in the words used by the contributor, but I do think I may have to resort to a thesaurus from time to time. Well, the girls can be a bit crude

Here is the tale Joan told us over drinks one evening. More tales will follow if you like this one.

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I love my boys, I’ve got three of them. Terry, Ian and Tony. I am in my seventies, so you know they are not children. They may be shocked by my story but then, it may let them know why they are such horny so and sos. Not just me mind, but their dad too.

Terry and Ian were born quite close, and then there was about eight years until I fell for Tony. Bit of an after thought, or to coin a phrase a cock up. Ha ha! Well, I had to laugh, their dad Ted didn’t, but it was his own fault!

We had both been horny bar stewards, all our lives, well; I know I was, since I found out about it. And Ted was no innocent when we met! I don’t think he had much experience, well you didn’t in those days, but he wasn’t innocent.

Anyway, that’s for another time. I was going to tell you about our afterthought, Tony. I haven’t written this sort of thing before, letters and the occasional love letter is all, so let me know if I have got it about right.

We live in England, my boys and me, that is, Ted has been gone a while now to the great nookie nest over the rainbow. Where exactly we live is not relevant. We were a fairly ordinary family, “working class”, although Ted did earn a bit above average. We didn’t at the time have a car, but we did have holidays. A few years of tenting, and this particular year, Terry was nine and Ian was eight, we rented a caravan on a site near the sea on the south coast.

Our sex life was not the most vigorous at the time, I was working in a shop, and Ted was busy too, we just seemed to be tired, and we didn’t really bother. Not that we didn’t want to, just, tired and too lazy to make the effort.

The kemalpaşa escort boys really enjoyed the train trip to the coast, and spent their time racing up and down the corridor checking out the toilet, and even leaning out of the window trying to see the engine when the train was going round curves. Ted and I just sat back and relaxed.

I bet you want to know what I am like. My name is Joan, I’m in my mid, Ok, late seventies, rounded, but not all that fat. Tits are still fairly firm and if I may say so, quite perky. I wear glasses, and my grey hair, collar length. Nowadays I wear comfy clothes, cardigans, blouses, skirts, not, I admit, very sexy, but I do still have my moments.

We arrive at the site, around lunch time and after a quick snack the boys and Ted set off to explore the site while I started to get us settled in and sort the sleeping arrangements. Not a big job. The Caravan had everything we needed. A couple of bedrooms, lounge, bathroom & toilet and kitchen. Well, the kitchen and lounge were in one, a sort of lounge diner.

Having sorted out, I settled in a chair with the love story magazine I had started on the train. I obviously dozed, as the next thing I was aware of was hands on my breasts! I was awake! Wide awake! I jumped up defensively pushing and shoving. Ted jumped back laughing.

“What’s up with you?” he chuckled.

“I wondered who the hell it was”

“Only me! Who were you expecting?”

“Where are the boys?”

They of course were out playing in the fields, enjoying their freedom. It was getting dusk so we prepared for our evening meal. After a few beers, tiredness caught up with us all and we had an early night.

No, not that sort of early night, we were all asleep very quickly. Ted did snuggle up, and I did reach behind me and felt his dick, not much luck, he was snoring and there was very little life in his old fella. I gave up on it and with my hand in my knickers, had a little diddle. I was a bit juicy, and was enjoying myself, but a combination of the sea air, the travelling and general tiredness I drifted off to sleep before I got much pleasure.

Gradually slipping into consciousness I was aware of my nipples erect and the wetness of my pussy. Ted was cuddled up tight behind me and there was certainly life in his old fella this morning. It was like rolling pin stuck up along the crease of my bum. I encouraged his hand caressing my nipples and reaching round pulled his other hand into the front of my knickers, I was hoping he would realise that I wanted him to diddle my bits, he didn’t always and sometimes it was wham bang thank you mam. He did, and I was building nicely to a good cum, pulling at his fella, trying to drag it toward my pussy entrance, wriggling my bum against him and trying to get the most out of his fingers I was ready to burst. I got the tip of him to my entrance, he was so active he was a lousy shot and couldn’t kemer escort hit the spot on his own.

Then it happened!

The boys burst into the bedroom, shouting for their breakfast! It was a lovely day. Too good they said to stay indoors and they wanted to get out. The mood of course was shattered, the rolling pin became a piece of string and I hiked my knickers to a respectable level as I sent them from the room and got myself out of bed. Ted had his face buried in his pillow.

When he eventually emerged from the bedroom, Ted’s mood was far from encouraging and we ate breakfast with no more sound than the boy’s lively chatter. Breakfast over, the boys went to play with new found friends, Ted went to the newsagents for his daily paper. And me? Hot and horny, settled into what I do best, tidying the place and doing my chores to take my mind off the frustration in my knickers. I was tempted to give it a bit of a diddle, but decided that there was too much chance of being caught. I mean, even Ted didn’t know I did that from time to time. Not the done thing, and certainly not mentioned.

On his return, Ted settled down with his paper, and I stood at the sink, watching our boys and some of the other kids enjoying themselves. As I washed the dishes, I was suddenly aware of Ted behind me.

He snuggled in, and lifting my hair, began kissing my neck. Now his hands were at my waist, then nuzzling my neck as he did so he started to unbutton my blouse from the bottom.

“What about the boys?” I murmured, I didn’t want to stop what was going on.

“We can see them from here and they look pretty busy to me.”

Leaving the top buttons of my open neck blouse fastened, just in case anyone could see into the caravan, Ted slipped his hands inside and up to fondle my bra clad tits. How my nipples didn’t burst out through the fabric I will never know. I wanted his hands on my bare skin as I arched backwards to enjoy the kisses he was planting on my neck.

“Either undo my bra, or at least push it up out of the way.”

Ted of course took the easy way and just pushed my bra off my tits, and continued with his fondling. I pushed my wet hand down between me and the sink unit and by God I needed to rub my pussy. Well I didn’t need to rub it, but it certainly could benefit by being rubbed! Whoever did it!

I started to reach back to find Ted’s old fella, as I unbuttoned his trousers Ted stepped back. Then taking the hem of my skirt threw it up over my back then stepped back to me his fella stood solidly up along the crease of my bum. He stepped away again, and starting at my ankles stroked up my stocking clad legs, when he hit naked flesh at the top of my stockings I could have screamed and when he slipped his fingers under the leg of my knickers I could only groan with longing. He stroked my bits and I felt I was about to wee myself. Then he moved his fingers back and slipped them into keşan escort my hole. Oh…My…God! I was getting desperate.

I was still looking out towards where the boys were playing I could still see them when I had my eyes open. The fact that the whole situation could come to a crashing halt did nothing to take the edge off my enjoyment.

I reached down and caught Ted’s fella, I told you he was a lousy shot and holding the leg of my knickers aside located the fella at the entrance to my hole.

“Go for it!” I begged.

Ted did. He rammed into me with such force he lifted me clean off the ground. If I had not had my hands in the sink I would have been tipped on my face.

“Will that do you?” Ted gasped.

It certainly did as I fired into my first orgasm of the session. The first, but several more rolled over me as Ted shafted on towards his own climax. Each thrust lifted me, and gave me another ripple. For leverage he was holding my tits and I was loving every minute of it, every time his fella slid up into me I gasped in ecstasy, the sensation of the sliding back and forth, the automatic thrusting of his hips drove me on, my pussy twitching with pleasure, I was so wet, then with a final thrust Ted erupted into me. My head was back; my eyes were closed as Ted’s climax sent further orgasms through me. This had been our first holiday since Ian was born and this had been the first spontaneous sex we had in several years I just wanted it to go on and on.

Of course it couldn’t and shouting from outside wrenched me from my bliss. I looked up to see the boys racing in the direction of the caravan.

“Quick! The Boys are coming!”

It was enough to kill the moment for the second time in a few hours. Ted’s fella died and dropped out. My knicker leg didn’t just spring back on its own but stuck in the side of my groin. I quickly dropped my skirt as Ted ducked into the toilet.

The door burst open.

“We want a drink its hot work out there playing”

My knickers were uncomfortable stuck as they were, and my upper thighs getting wetter by the moment as both my juices and Ted’s trickled from my pussy.

“What’s for lunch, we’re starving”

Sandwiches and drinks consumed and the boys were gone again. As I got myself cleaned up Ted sat at the bedside chatting. That is until I got out a clean pair of knickers.

“Do you want to be bothered with those?”

“What do mean?”

“Well we could soil another pair before long” Ted winked.

“True!” I said, “Are you up to it again already”

“Could be, why don’t you find out?” he grinned.

Of course he was, and I have to say, so was I so we just got on and I had it straight up me, and shag we did….with vigour. I was surprised at just how energetic Ted was, and I came and came. It set the pattern for the whole week. Mostly when we went out and about I was knickerless, and spontaneity was Ted’s middle name. We took our chances where we found them and I was well shagged by the end of the holiday, and, I was pregnant with Tony. Believe me girls, when I tell you, sand gets everywhere! Every time I look at Tony I remember the holiday on the coast and a sparkle comes into my eye, none has ever been so much fun.

Joan.

This morning was odd, and thoughts of it were taking me away from my tasks around the yard this afternoon. Normally I enjoyed sweeping the pool, I found it relaxing, but trying to accomplish it with two bikini-clad beauties laying a few feet away was anything but relaxing. Not to mention I’d seen both of them naked in the throes of passion not more than a few hours ago.

Keeping my thoughts to myself, I decided that having Tina here was volatile. I was loyal to Ann, but her sister was proving to be as sexual as Ann was; I was struggling to keep my intense libido in check. But again, what happened in my mind and how far I was willing take it with my body were two separate things. I wasn’t about to screw up anything with Ann.

The girls kept chatting all afternoon about who knows what, I tried to distance myself letting the sisters bond once again. It had been along time since they had lived under the same roof, and they both seemed to really enjoy each other’s company this time around. I kept myself busy with the lawn, trimming trees and bushes, and finally hosing off the patio and other furniture.

The girls had stayed outside nearly all afternoon, they left for the warm indoors as the sun began to set and the temperature cooled off. By the time I made it inside, they had dinner nearly ready, and after I cleaned up, it was on the table.

We chatted idly during dinner; Tina was starting her classes in a couple weeks and was a little nervous as this was finally her last semester before obtaining her degree. It was good that she was turning her life around, and nice that Ann and I were able to help her through it. After dinner, I cleaned up the kitchen, washing and drying the dishes by hand as the girls chatted more by the fire pit outside.

After the kitchen was cleaned up I joined them with three classes of sparkling cider, Ann and I gave each other a glace of mutual sympathy to our new life with Tina, our home totally alcohol free, there were adjustments for everyone. Shortly after I sat down, Tina excused herself, stating she was tired, and she headed for the house.

I watched her head into the house. Her tight little bottom stretching the fabric of her silk pajamas, who worked to frame her ass perfectly as it gently jiggled into the kitchen. Her ass was perfectly shaped just like Ann’s, just a little tiny bit smaller. My cock responded lightly with a gently throb in my pants, repositioning itself just slightly.

Turning to Ann she looked at me over her glass. “You know, I’ve been thinking a lot about Tina’s development as she puts her life back in order,” she said.

This was obviously leading somewhere. “Okay,” I responded to let her continue.

“She’s been drug and alcohol free since she got out of rehab a few months ago. That makes over two years karaköprü escort for her.” She remarked, “she’s got a job, that’s an important self esteem and confidence builder. With only one semester left, she’s finally going to obtain her goal of having a college degree. I doubt after that happens she’ll be here very long and there’s one important lesson she needs to learn before then that none of those other things provide.”

Now she was peaking my curiosity. “What’s that one thing?”

“Love.” Ann waited for my response, she didn’t get one. “Never in Tina’s life has she dated a ‘winner’ she’s always dated the ‘bad boys’ with bad habits and usually treated her like shit. In high school, while I was dating the good mannered jocks, she was hanging with the drop outs and stoners. In college, when I became more selective about who I dated, she seemed to fuck any guy who’d buy her a drink. I think she’s got a self esteem issue that relates to dating losers her whole life. She doesn’t know how to act in a relationship based on trust and respect, only lust and selfishness.”

“Okay, I can see that, how do you propose we help her with that lesson?” I was jumping to the solution as usual.

“Got any twin brothers?” She jokingly asked. She knew the answer.

“Seriously, you know I don’t have any twin brothers and my ‘good’ friends are already married,” I said wanting to ground the conversation.

“Okay, seriously…” she scooted over closer to me on the bench. “I think she needs to truly feel someone taking care of her, protecting her, respecting her, and loving her.”

She paused.

“She responds to you, she trusts you; the way she speaks of you, and she told me today, she’s incredibly jealous of me and the relationship you and I have.”

“Where exactly is this going baby?” I asked looking at her now cautiously.

Without breaking eye contact, she started. “I want you two to spend some time together, let her really get to know what makes you tick. I want her to see how you treat her, and how wonderful you are, so she can learn on her own what a good man is all about. Then maybe someday she’ll have the knowledge to get one for herself.”

This was a lot to take in, but I tried my best. “With all due respect to what you just said, I don’t know if I can handle that. I mean, one big aspect here can ruin this for all of us, and frankly, let me lay it out there for you; I’m incredibly attracted to Tina. Any guy would be, but she’s a lot like you, and apparently very sexual as well. You know my sex drive, and I don’t know if I can handle increased time with her alone without eventually giving in to my own momentary carnal needs. I fear that one day she’s going to get me at the wrong time and place, and I’m going to end up doing karatay escort something to hurt you.”

“Not if I gave you permission.” She stated not blinking or breaking eye contact.

“Are you giving me permission to fuck your sister?” I asked breathlessly.

“I’m not saying I want you to run inside and plunder her right now! That’s why I’m around, and I want you to plunder me!” She smiled and continued, “But she needs to feel what a real relationship is like, and right now, I’m okay sharing you with her if it teaches her something and gets her back on the right path. If that means during the course of your relationship growth that you two have sex, I am totally okay with that. I know you love me, and I’m going to be here forever.”

Holy Shit! My wife has just told me she’d like to help her sister by sharing me with her! This couldn’t be real. I can’t jump onto this wagon too quickly or she’ll get pissed anyway, I have to think logically here and be patient. Trying my best not to smile like a little kid on Christmas, I tried to respond.

“So, to clarify, you want me to spend more time with Tina, teaching by example what a good relationship is like, and if that leads to sex, you are totally, 100% comfortable with me having sex with your sister?”

“In a word,” she paused, “yes,” then pausing again “…but the ‘one night at a time’ house rule applies to you too,” she added.

“Wow, Ann.” Was the only thing I could utter.

She stood up and faced me, placing herself between me and the fire. She was wearing a silk, button down long sleeve pajama top, red, with a heavy accent of Asian influence. She unbuttoned the top three buttons and pulled it over her shoulders letting it fall to the ground. She stood before me now, her naked body illuminated by the fire behind her.

My cock throbbed hard now looking at her naked body. Her perfect, supple and perky breasts, topped with those sweet little pink nipples, the way her rib cage curved into her flat stomach and how her hips gave way to her shaven pussy, joining two very well toned legs. My cock stiffened in my jeans, painfully straining against the harsh denim.

She sat in my lap, straddling me. “I trust you stud, I know we are here together forever, and nothing will ever break us apart.”

My mind was still racing by what just happened. She’d done some pretty amazing things in our time together, even most recently bringing another woman into our bed. But this was different; this was closer, more personal. She wanted me to embark on a relationship with her sister that somewhat mirrored our own, and if it went that far, something told me it was going to lead to some unbelievable sex with Tina.

Ann began grinding her bare pussy against my strained cock through karesi escort my jeans. She whispered into my ear, “now fuck me you big stud, before I change my mind.” She reached down and unzipped my jeans, her tiny hand reached inside for what she was after and fished my cock out. She kneeled up a little higher, and placed my head at her entrance, gently pushing her pussy lips aside.

She was soaked, and I was leaking precum already; her juices immediately began to run down the length of my shaft, and I slid in easily as she set her hips down on top of me. She began rocking back and forth on my hard rod, gently grinding herself into me. She arched her back and brought her breasts to my mouth, she alternated them into my mouth, allowing me to suckle each nipple gently as she rode my hard mast deep inside her.

She repositioned her legs so she was balanced on her feet now, taking me in deep. She grabbed the back of the bench for leverage and began pistoning herself onto my cock. The cooler air and her hot pussy were sending me into orbit. She felt incredible, and suddenly her pussy clamped down on my dick. She came softly, a moan escaping her lips moist lips.

Our bodies only touched where we were joined, it was a unique feeling. She lifted her body up and down along my shaft, and all my senses were down to the feeling along my rigid cock. She felt the same, only touching me from the inside where my stiff prick massaged the walls of her vagina, gently stretching them, and pressing my hard, warm flesh into her.

She picked up her pace, and began most forcefully impaling her tight little cunt on my throbbing pole. I was getting closer, and the feeling of wanting to cum overwhelmed me. Just then she tightly sealed me inside her by slamming down on my cock, her pussy clamped down tight and she stiffened in my lap. She bit her bottom lip as her body tightened and began to shudder. Her pussy convulsed over my cock, sending into my own eruptions. I blasted her insides with my warm juice, pumping stream after stream deep within her wet cavern. She pulsated on me, her fuck muscles clenching and releasing my rod, emptying my balls of their heavy load.

When we were both spent, she stood up, and reached for her pajama shirt. I could see in the firelight, a huge globe of our mixed juices leave her tight fold, and begin to run down her leg. She slipped on her shirt and headed for the house with me in tow.

Silently we crossed the hardwood floors and ascended the stairs to the bedroom. As we passed Tina’s door, I wondered what the future would have in store for the two of us. It was going to be different around here starting tomorrow, we’d just have to see if it was going to work or not. I wanted to help Tina and Ann through this, and let’s face it, I think this was going to be pretty damn enjoyable. Ann and I reached the bedroom and slipped into bed. I wrapped my arm over her and held her close to me, our warm bodies pressed against each other softly. We fell asleep quickly without another word to each other, both of us drained emotionally and physically from our interesting day.

I would describe myself as an ordinary eighteen year old. I was excited about graduating from high school and moving on into the real world. My best friend Sarah and I had planned on a road trip after we graduated if we both didn’t have boyfriends and make it a girl’s only type of thing. You know, just flirt with the hot guys we met on the road, bond out on the open road. But Sarah worked at Chunky Cheese and she met her current boyfriend Justin. I had no interest in Justin. I thought he was kind of cute, but I’d never date him because Sarah loves him too much. Even though Justin flirts with me a lot and I flirt back, Sarah doesn’t seem to mind. Sarah is about 5’10, brown hair, brown eyes, about 135lbs. , skinny, glasses. She was pretty I thought and she can basically have any guy she desires. I was 5’5, blondish brown hair w/blond highlights, blue eyes, about 150lbs. , with a nice set of breasts but I couldn’t seem to attract guys offline–just on the internet.

I was in my Office Professional class at my vocational school when Sarah came in all cheerful and excited while I was just sitting on the computer surfing the internet and listening to CD’s.

“So is Justin going to pick you up today?” I asked.

“Yup. He’ll be here soon. “

“Oh. I can’t believe we’re going to be graduating. Too bad you got a boyfriend though. I was really looking forward to that road trip of ours and meet some hot guys. “

“Yeah, I know. Damn it, where is he?! He should be here by now!”

“What time did he say he was going to be here?”

“1:30 and it’s 1:35”

“Ooh, I bet he’s playin’ you girl!”

“Shut up, Sam. “

I laughed and shut down my computer. I got on my cell phone to see if my mom was going to pick me up (since I don’t have a car or a license and she usually picks me up from Vocational school). My dad answered the phone and she was on her way.

“What time is your mom picking you up?” Sarah asked.

“I dunno, she’s on her way I guess. I don’t know if my dad is stoned from his pain killers he has been taking for his ankle. “

“If you want to, Justin and I will give you a ride home. “

“Nah, that’s ok. My mom probably is on her way. She could of stopped at my grandmas house too. “

Sarah and I then looked out the window for Justin’s white car. Sarah was about to get on her cell phone when Justin finally pulled into the parking lot.

“There he is! Yay. My baby’s here! I missed him so much!” Sarah exclaimed.

Sarah was helping me put some things in my school bag while I went to go punch out. Justin was waiting out in the hall way for Sarah. I motioned for him to come on in.

“What’s up Justin?” I asked and then yelled for Sarah.

“Nothin’ much, sexy one. “

Sarah came running and gave Justin a big kadirli escort hug. As Sarah hugged Justin, Justin was looking at me. I could tell he was checking me out from head to toe. I just grinned. I went and put the rest of my stuff in my school bag.

I went back to the other part of the classroom where Sarah and Justin were.

“Aren’t you going to give me a hug?” Justin asked.

“OK, what the heck. ” I said as I gave Justin a hug on his side.

“Aww… that’s so cute… “Sarah said as she laughed. “Samantha says your playing me. “

“Yeah, I am. With Samantha. “Justin said as he put his arm around me jokingly.

“Well then, you’re no longer my boyfriend and you’re no longer my friend!” Sarah said laughing pointing to Justin and me.

“Hey now, I have no interest in Justin whatsoever. ” I said as I laughed.

“Ok let’s get out of here now. ” Justin said to Sarah.

“Oh Justin, can we give Misty a ride over to her nana’s?” Sarah asked Justin.

Justin didn’t seem like he wanted to. Matter of fact, he didn’t sound so thrilled about picking Sarah up.

“Do you need a ride home too, Sam?” Justin asked me as we were walking on our way out.

“Oh no thanks. My mom is picking me up soon. ” I replied.

Justin and Sarah walked out holding hands. Sarah and Justin stood outside with me for a few minutes since it took Misty forever to get ready. Sarah was off flirting with this short ugly guy named Randy. Randy was about my height, brownish black hair with brown eyes, and zits all over his face. Justin was 6 foot, brown hair w/blond highlights, brown eyes glasses and he was built. He had a nice body. While Sarah was flirting with Randy, Justin was just laughing and he looked over at me.

“Sarah is one crazy girl… ” I said to Justin laughing at Sarah.

“Yup, I know. ” Justin replied.

Justin then went and carried Sarah in his arms. He then kissed her. Randy and Justin were tickling Sarah while I stood there and just laugh with a fake smile on my face. Randy then had to go catch his bus so Sarah and Justin decided to head over to Misty’s.

“Bye Samantha, I’ll call you tonight ok?” Sarah said as she had a hard time trying to pick up her school bag off the ground because Justin was holding her by her shirt.

“Bye Sarah. Bye Justin. ” I said to both.

They then walked to Justin’s car. I started to think about Justin. Was he interested in me too? Or was he just fooling around with me? My mom finally arrived and I went home.

I got home and I went and tried to take a nap. But I couldn’t. I was thinking about that hug Justin gave me and how Justin was checking me out. As I was laying in bed, my phone rang and I answered.

“Hello?”

“Hey Sam, it’s kapaklı escort Justin. “

“Oh hey, whats up?”

“Not much, you sexy one?”

“Same, just tired. I’m so glad it’s spring break. “

“Yeah. I miss being in high school. ” Justin said with a laugh.

“So what are you and Sarah up to?”

“Sarah got grounded again because I came over when her and her sister are suppose to be spring cleaning. “

“Oh god, Sarah… sheesh. ” I said as I laughed.

“I know. I was wondering if… ” Justin said with a long pause

“If… “

“You’d like to hang out. “

“Hmm… maybe I’ll think about it. “

“Well do you? I can’t get you out of my mind Samantha. “

“Ok… wait a second… did you just say what I think I heard you say?”

“Yes. I’m crazy about you Samantha. You have such a nice body and your beautiful and less annoying than Sarah is and more mature than she is. “

“Umm… thanks… I think. Are you bluffin’?

“No Sam, I’m not. The first time I saw you, I was like damn. “

Justin went on and on for hours about how he felt about me. We were on the phone for about three hours when he had to go and take a shower. He was expecting company. Just as I suspected, Justin was cheating on Sarah… but with who?

I went online looking for someone to talk to about this but no one was online and all I could do was just think to myself. Do I really want a one night stand with this hot guy and lose my virginity to him to like Sarah? What if Sarah found out? Then I’d lose my best friend. But if she didn’t find out…

Things were going threw my head when I finally came up with my decision. I chose I would fuck Justin and let him be my first. I called Justin back. I was so nervous.

“Justin?”

“Hey sexy one. Did you decide?”

“Yes, I did, and I do want to have sex with you. “

“Ok, I’ll be right over. “

“Wait, do you have protection?”

“Of course! I’m not that stupid. “

I got out of my black shirt and black dress pants and put on this red skimpy dress and wore my black thong with a black lace bra. I told my parents I was going to go out to a movie with Justin, just as friends. But really, we were going to his place and I was going to lose my virginity.

Justin pulled up into my driveway.

“Bye mom, bye dad! I’m leavin’!”

I ran out the door and into Justin’s car. Justin leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.

“Hey beautiful. You’re lookin’ really good. “

“Thank you. ” I said as I laughed and blushed.

I sat in the car with my legs spread. Justin ran his hand up my thigh as he drove to his house. His hand felt really good on my thigh. I started to get wet from him just touching it.

“Here karacabey escort we are. Home sweet home. ” Justin said as we pulled into his driveway.

Justin then got out of the car and opened my car door and he lifted me up and carried me into the house. Justin started nibbling on my neck and kissing my chin. It felt really good. The last time I did something like that was back when I was 16 but I won’t get into that. Justin laid me down on his bed and he got on top of me and we were french kissing madly. He was such a good kisser. He then removed his shirt and threw it on the floor. Wow he had such a hot body. I started kissing and sucking on his chest while I unbuttoned his pants. I pulled down his pants and he revealed his hard on for me. He was about 8 1/2 inches.

“Wow, you’re a big bad boy aren’t you?” I said with a grin.

“Oh yeah baby you know it. ” Justin replied as he held his cock in his hand.

“Want me to suck on it?”

“Ohh yeah… “

I then got on my knees and started sucking furiously at his cock. Justin was moaning and groaning while he was fingering my pussy threw my thong. He then stood me up and took off my dress and kissed me some more.

“Samantha, I want you to know something… ” Justin said breathlessly

“What… “I said as I continued to kiss him.

“I love you, not Sarah. I’m just using Sarah. “

“Mmmm… I don’t care… make love to me Justin. ” I said in an aroused voice.

Justin then sat on his bed and spread his legs while I got on my knees and started sucking at his cock again. I started slurping on it making it wet and sloppy as I played with his balls.

“Ohh yes Samantha… god… Samantha… that feels so great! Suck it harder and faster baby.!!”

I then took more of it in my mouth and I deep throated him. He came in my mouth.

“Ok Samantha, I want you to get on your back and let me make love to you. “

“Ok. ” I replied. I got on my back and spread my legs wide open.

Justin slipped his tongue deep inside of me while his index finger massaged my clit. I wanted to orgasm right then and there but he held it back. Justin then switched places with his tongue and finger and he fingered me.

“Oooooh Justin… mmmmm… you know this is my first time being ate out!! I love it!!!!”

“Mmmm… you taste really good Sam. ” Justin muffled.

“Ooh Justin… I think my pussy is ready for your cock. “

“You think so?”

“Yesssss… gimmie your cock pleeeeease?”

Justin then rammed his 8 1/2 incher into my tight pussy. I started to bleed a little but it felt really really good.

“OOoooooh Justin… yes… yesssss… uhhhhhhh” I said as Justin kept going deeper in me. He then pulled out and went back in. He kept doing it harder and faster and he wouldn’t go in so deep.

“Uhhhh Samantha… uhhhhhhhh”

“Justin… ohhhhh godddddd Justin… “

I then squirted cum all over Justin’s cock.

That was the only affair Justin and I had. Sarah still doesn’t know about it… or does she?

To be continued… or not…

Dane’s frat brothers thought he was going for the easy fuck. The truth was, he had been seducing Molly for weeks now. It was all the skinny co-eds he’d bedded the last couple of years who’d been easy. They made nice little trophies to brag about to the boys, but they had begun to bore him.

Across campus, sex was easily had. Young men and women were getting their first taste of independence and were eager to explore and experiment with each other. Dane had lustfully joined the sexual games at first — but now he was in a slump. Masturbation had become more pleasurable then intercourse to him. He was shunning the frat parties and the opportunities with young woman they presented, choosing to stay home and rub it out alone instead. His sex drive felt like a car speeding down the road in serious need of an alignment job.

Molly was just the right girl to smooth everything out. He first laid eyes on her at a little frozen yogurt place near campus. She was sitting between a couple of pretty little blondes who had caught the eyes of one of his buddies. The blondes were taking advantage of high metabolisms, consuming large tubs of yogurt smothered in toppings. Molly had the flowing curves of a woman with a much slower metabolic rate — yet she was unashamedly enjoying her own frozen treat — smiling as cookie dough toppings passed between her cherry lips.

That smile — it conveyed confidence and joy, and it left Dane a bit weak in the knees. Society had taught him he should be looking at the cute, slim blondes to either side of Molly, but yet, he couldn’t take his eyes off of the full-figured woman in the middle. Her round face was framed by reddish-brown hair that reminded one of leaves in autumn. She was wearing a yellow sundress that exposed soft white shoulders and more than a hint of bountiful cleavage. Beneath the table full calves crossed over lovely feet where she wore sandals, showing off cherry red toenails, perfectly matching her lips.

Dane and his friend managed to strike up a conversation with the girls. Observers would have assumed the two fit, young men were interested in the pretty, little blondes and not the chubby girl between them. Even Dane assumed that at first, but the more the blondes talked — the more disinterested in them he became. His gaze kept returning to Molly’s bewitching features. She would catch him looking at her and her eyes would sparkle and she’d offer him that smile that left him weak.

The blondes flirtatiously offered up their numbers. Molly’s number was not so easily had. She left Dane with nothing more than a demure nod and one last shared gaze with her sparkling eyes. The conversation, however, had yielded valuable information. Dane knew she was a lit major in her first year, with a love for Fitzgerald.

He tried to put Molly out of his head by telling himself his attraction to this big, beautiful, young woman was just a passing whim. Yet, he found himself in a bookstore gürsu escort the next day buying a copy of The Great Gatsby. For the next few nights he took his book to read at various coffee shops and other hang-outs near the Campbell building where the majority freshmen lit classes were held. Nearly a week later he found her again — sitting alone in the corner of a little tea shop, her face buried in a large text book.

He dropped his copy of Gatsby on her table. She looked up at him, and that sexy smile crossed her lips and touched her eyes. Dane’s heart raced as he realized she remembered him. He gave her some lame line about wanting to discuss the book with her, but he knew from that moment on that this wasn’t about literature. Looking into those sparkling eyes he accepted that he was now devoting all his energy to seducing Molly.

They talked that night until the tea shop closed down and kicked them out. They talked about Fitzgerald and a thousand other topics. Molly was smart, and witty, and easy to talk to. Even if seduction had not been in his plans, Dane would have loved spending his evenings conversing with her. As they left the tea shop Dane finally got her phone number, but nothing else — not even a peck on the cheek good night.

She delighted in toying with him. She was sexy and flirtatious, but she knew seduction was on his mind and she would make him work for it. It took more than a week’s worth of long conversations and flirtation before he got the first good night kiss. She wasn’t a prude — she was a woman that understood what a prize she was and enjoyed making Dane work to earn that prize.

Dane came to her a frat-boy with a reputation for bedding scrawny bimbos. That rep may have made him a hero back at the chapter house but Molly believed you are what you fuck — go to bed with sluts and wake up one yourself. To her, a stud was just a slut with a better PR department. But this was a sin she could forgive, if he was willing to change. Molly needed to see proof that Dane’s taste had improved — that he was willing to give up easy sex for quality sex. To rise above the typical crowd, he had to publicly recognize the value of her charms. She wouldn’t be Dane’s plump secret. She had spent her life telling society and its ideals to go screw themselves. He would have to as well if she was to believe he had changed.

Dane was oblivious to the rules of this game. He simply wanted Molly. She made him want her so much he couldn’t see anyone else. Her smile made him melt and her kiss set him on fire. She stoked the fire and then left it smoldering. She knew he was beginning to belong to her, but she had to make sure he understood that himself.

After several frustrating but enticing weeks, the game finally came to its peak. Dane’s chapter house was throwing its biggest party of the semester, the big bash following mid-terms. Dane invited Molly. Until then, their dates had hendek escort taken place in small coffee shops and off-the-path diners. The bash surrounded them with his frat brothers and the slender tramps that had once been the focus of his conquests. The frat-boys watched Dane and Molly mystified. The floozies sneered and turned away. They could sense when one of their favorite toys had fallen prey to an alpha female.

Dane didn’t notice any of it. Despite the crowd, he could only see Molly. They danced — their bodies close — their desire for one another obvious. The touch of Molly’s soft form against him flamed his fire into a full blaze. And finally Molly knew he didn’t care what everyone else thought. In the middle of the mob he was giving himself to her. At last she leaned in close and whispered into his ears the words he had been wanting to hear.

As Dane led her upstairs, his buddies assumed he had become so hard-up he was giving the fat girl a pity fuck. Truth was Molly had finally taken pity on him.

Behind closed doors they kissed ravenously as Dane fumbled his way out of his shirt and then began the lascivious task of removing Molly’s dress. She stood before him, her curves fully exposed in nothing but a lacey pair of panties and bra. He ran his eyes over her body and then followed up with his hands, feeling every inch of her supple flesh. They embraced and he threw her back onto his bed. With a practiced twist of his fingers he undid her bra strap and tugged it way. Her large and fleshy breasts toppled free. Dane buried his face between them while Molly undid the front of his pants and began to yank them down to his thighs along with his boxer-briefs.

Dane’s dick sprung free, it’s tip bobbing against her belly. He kicked the rest of the way out of his pants and began to kiss his way down from her cleavage to her generous tummy — his hands gently stroking the flesh over her ribs until he reached the top edge of her panties. With a deft move he tugged them down below her knees.

Molly pulled her calves free of the frilly undies and spread her legs offering him an open invitation. Dane obliged taking his kisses beneath her belly-button, across her bush, and onto the lips of her pussy. He reached out with his tongue, separating the folds and gently lapped at her clit. She moaned, surrounded his face with her thick thighs and put a hand on the back of his head. He gripped and kneaded her robust hips, relishing the pillowy feel of them, and moaned back to her.

His lips surrounded her clit and sucked the little nub into his mouth where he flicked his tongue over it in a quick motion. Molly gasped, surprised at how fast he was making her cum. At least he had picked up some nice skills during his sordid past. She arched her back and pressed her thighs tight around his head. With a load cry that was sure to be overheard she came, pushing his head into her pelvis.

Dane ilkadım escort pulled back once she was finished, gasping for air and smiling at her with soaked lips and chin. Still gasping for air herself, she sat up and reached for his dick, took hold and gave it a tight squeeze. Pre cum dripped over her fingers. She began to pump it and Dane rolled his eyes back into his head. In no time at all his body began to tremble and he had take hold of her wrist to stop her from making him cum too soon.

Molly gave him the most wicked smile and rolled over on her hands and knees, raising her rotund ass into the air in front of him. He ran his hands over it from her spine to the tops of her thighs, enjoying the its ample size. He reached between her legs, letting his fingers dip into the opening, taking the moisture and coating her outer lips. Then he knelt close behind her, slid his dick between and slowly moved until the head slipped inside of her.

Molly let out a small squeal of pleasure as he cautiously worked himself inch by inch deeper, until his pelvis was pressed into her ass, and her pussy had completely swallowed his penis. He was used to little butts that he had to hold on to, but Molly’s bottom was wide and her weight anchored nicely in front of his thrust.

He began to gently fuck her. It was like falling over and over again into soft pillows with a warm wet center. She pushed back into him and he increased his pace. Soon he was bucking away, groaning at the glorious feel of her luscious body against his. In no time, Molly was coming on his cock. She called out in pleasure, and he bent forward, wrapping his arms around her waist and feeling her spasm beneath him with his dick pressed tight into her pussy.

She fell forward, spent. His dick slipped out of her but he kept his strong arms wrapped around her body. With a powerful move he rolled her face up and stared down at her beautiful, nakedness beneath him. She looked up at him smiled, her eyes sparkling. A huge grin filled his face and he lowered himself down onto her and and into her again. The feel of her huge breasts and full tummy pressing into him was incredible. She was so soft and lush. Every inch of her sent waves of pleasure through him. They both panted, and sweated, and moaned in delight. He could feel his balls draw up tight and his body start to surrender to the bliss of release. He looked into her sparkling eyes and watched as her orgasm built with his. They gazed at each other and cried out together as he erupted inside her and she shook all over. Weeks of pent up arousal flooded out of him, filled her and spilt over.

After moments of ecstasy he collapsed on top of her, their bodies intertwining. He rested his head on her silky shoulder and felt himself slowly drifting into a dreamy state of peace.

At that moment he knew he would never be satisfied fucking anything but a big, beautiful woman again. At that moment he couldn’t imagine taking pleasure in any woman other than the one intertwined with him right then.

Of course, the latter would change in time — when he discovered that Molly too enjoyed the ample flesh of a big, beautiful woman and would gladly welcome a third into their bed.

The Beginning

“Monsieur I am ever so sorry for dropping your saucer how can I make it up to you?” I looked over Maddy’s ass as she was bent over in front of me. She wiggled it in front of me as she stood there with a small sliver of a smile across her face. Was this all our relationship was? This would have been the perfect relationship if I was 15 or 16 ,but now it just seemed hollow. Over the past five months she would go to work either from my condo or her house. I would watch her leave. The first few months of our relationship had been filled with such happiness. What did I feel now? Is the same kind of love I felt for Mary or Denise? Or was it just me being grateful for not having to be alone? More questions than answers. Always there are more questions than answers. I took off my glasses and set them on the table beside me.

“Cheryl we need to talk.” I looked at her smile turn into a frown as she plopped down on my couch. I rubbed her back and gave her a hug. Her mouth opened as she looked at me. I reached out for her hands.

I let out a large sigh as I walked in the door to my condo. I palmed my key ring in one hand. I knew it had to be lighter ,but one key didn’t weigh all that much. I had met Tony her new boyfriend. Cheryl had managed to shift from girlfiriend to lover and finally to friend. We had been too different to be anything more than that. We hadn’t even been close friends the last few months.

But what about now? I felt more empty now that she was gone and I knew she wasn’t coming back. I had nowhere to run. There was no girl I could hide behind and pretend I wasn’t alone. Me and Mary had never managed to have kids. There was nothing I could lean on… all I could do was try not to think about it. I kept ducking anything long term after I was divorced.

Maybe that is why Cheryl got a boyfriend finally. She wanted someone who was forever and what was I? She didn’t want someone who would pretend like they had a girlfriend when it had suited them. She wanted more.

She had told me once and that she wasn’t going to play that game anymore. I had ran away from her then and came back promising the world. She took me back and I ran again. The cycle would repeat over and over. I would leave and come back. Leave and come back. Now there was no more Cheryl. Just me… I sighed and looked out the window. Don’t think..

I did pick up one thing from her as I reached for my golf bag. I grabbed my sport bag and walked back outside. The club was not all that full today. It was a Thursday afternoon and that did make it easier. I walked out and tossed my bag over my shoulder as I started to the first hole. My game was horrid that day. It got a little better as I was teeing off on the seventh hole.

“Hey do you want anything to drink handsome?” The girl with the beer cart had rolled up behind me. I was about to tell her to leave me alone then I eyed her from head to toe. I felt a pang of lust towards her. She was a petite little elfin girl.

The uniform she was wearing was obviously personally tailored. A few buttons on the white polo shirt were unbuttoned. The shirt was maybe a full two sizes too small. The skirt was a inch too high and I could see a belly ring on her exposed mid drift. With that uniform and with the horny old goats in the clubhouse she probally made more than my neurologist. I was still a little too pissed at meeting Tony to even care though.

“Handsome? Didn’t they tell you to call your elders something a bit more professional like say Sir, Mister, or even buddy?” I stood there and pulled out a twenty. As soon as I pulled out my wallet I felt my keys jingle out and slap onto the ground. I hesitated a bit and watched her pick them up. She looked at my key chain and fingered it possessively before handing it back to me. I handed her a twenty and told her to give me a Dr. Pepper. Her hands trembled a bit as she handed it to me.

“Sir who gave you that key chain?” I palmed the key chain and then looked at her. Cheryl had given it to me after we had been dating for a few months. She had told me the meaning of it and I had forgot it. She seemed to let her hands linger too long on it.

“Why do you like it? My ex-girlfriend gave it to me.” I watched her breath in and out a little bit. Damn you Maddy. What in the hell? I watched her smooth out the skirt she was wearing. … damn I didn’t think I was that attractive. Maybe spending a few hours on the golf course and in the gym was finally paying off. I eyed her hungrily. The pink sneakers and tassles on each lace and the pink socks.

“Yeah its pretty. Where did she get it at?” She was playing with her hair and was leaning closer to me. Where do these women come from and why do they pick the worst times? I felt that lump in my stomach that had been there since puberty growl at me.

“Listen I was only going to do nine holes today do you want to go get something to eat?” She twirled her hair again as she smiled at me. I continued to drink the Dr. Pepper as we made arrangements to meet up. She told me her name was Porno 64 Lisa and she was working on her MBA. I thought maybe for once I could get a decent date out of someone.

She was only going to work til five that day. I looked at my watch it was already a quarter til. I would have enough time to shower and shave in the clubhouse and pick her back up at the gate. I rushed around the clubhouse frantic as I grabbed my stuff from a locker and managed to get back to the parking lot.

She looked cute as I ushered her into the car. She smiled as we drove to the restaurant. Something was funny in the way she acted and the way she carried herself. When we arrived at the resturaunt she waited for me to open her door for her and ordered around the valet. This was looking to be a very long night.

I was confirmed in my suspicions as I watched her take pleasure in ordering the most expensive thing from the menu and generally pissing off the staff at the resturaunt. I looked at my watch. Come already let this night be over. Sometimes the nicely wrapped packages just have crap inside that no one wants.

I was waiting for the bill to arrive when she pushed her fork off the table and onto the floor. She quickly ducked under the table. I shook my head as her hands roamed up the inside of my thigh.

“Get out from under there now.” I was geniunely pissed because she was obviously trying to piss me off the entire time. I watched her sit down with a smug smirk on her face.

“About fucking time.” I was surprise by her outburst. What could I do though? I watched as she eyed the waitress and pushed the bill towards me. The waitress looked at me with a gleam of sympathy in her eyes. I just shook my head and slipped a fifty into the credit card holder and pushed it back to the edge of the table. I got up to go to the bathroom and came back to the table. She looked suspicious but I couldn’t pin it down. I just wanted to go back home and forget that this freaking date ever happened. She was just using me for a free dinner.. and here I am Mr. Tool. I was starting to get more and more angry as I palmed my keys and began to walk to the car.

“Hey turn down here we can go there its something you would like.” We came to a small hole in the wall bar.

“Look I would like to go in ,but I don’t have any cash and my ATM card is back at my apartment. So do you mind if I just drop you off and we can maybe do something another time?” I watched a smile drift across her face.

“No we can go in and have a few drinks.. my treat.” She waved a fifty dollar bill in front of me. It instantly crystallized in my mind. She took that waitress’ tip I had left. Damn it .. now I would have to go back to the restaurant too after I dropped this lunatic off. Before I could say anything she bolted from the car and walked to the door of the bar. I made up my mind as soon as she went to the bathroom.. I was gonna leave her there. Screw it … it would be worth it to know one of the tools she was using finally got her back. I managed to put a somewhat subdued face on as I approached the door. She was still waiting. I’m surprised she didn’t go ahead and walk in without me and order a drink. I walked over to her as she flashed the fifty at a large brick wall of a man near the entrance.

“We have to pay cover? What do they have a band or something?” The bouncer handed me back a roll of ones after I handed him the fifty. Perfect. I could hear really bad music as I walked in. This was god’s way of getting back at me for dating a girl who could be my daughter. As I walked in all I saw was mostly guys and then as I pivoted my head I saw her.

“What the hell?” A girl in a candy stripper outfit was yanking off her top on a stage.

“I thought all guys liked strip clubs.” She chuckled a bit and made her way into the club. Well at least it could be worse. There could have been guys up on stage. I shook my head as she walked up to the first row and sat down. I watched as she yelled along with all the guys in the crowd. She asked for a few ones as she slid the dollars into the girl’s G-strings. She even handed me a few dollars when a girl dressed like Catwoman gyrated her ass in front of me. After about twenty minutes of nursing a vodka martini she excused herself suddenly. I couldn’t catch where she ended up going. I smiled as I finally saw my out and was getting up as the lights dimmed. Great they were changing performers. I could get out and no one would be the wiser. I looked back over my shoulder and saw two girls come out on ….

“What?” The guy standing next to me told me to shut up and sit back down. I watched a girl being lead out on a leash with another girl dressed in a business suit. A song by one of those teenage pop singers came on. I fell back down into a chair as I realized that my date was up on stage being lead around on a leash. The girl in the business suit had drug out a chair with her. I watched as my date began to run her body along her business suit clad accomplice’s Porno 92 legs. Her hands ran up inside the girl’s pants and it was obvious that her hand was near the other girl’s crotch. I watched Lisa turn her head and get a puzzled look as she looked to where I was sitting and then scanned the audience quickly. She found my eyes and smiled. I felt my jaw as I sat there. Yes my mouth was hanging open.

I watched Lisa get forced over the larger girl’s lap. Lisa licked her lips as she felt the hem of her dress get pulled up. She was wearing a tiny pink thong under her dress. I watched the larger girl begin to deliver a spanking to Lisa. The slaps seemed to echo throughout the small bar. I could hear the audience begin to count. What the hell did I get myself into? Lisa’s dress was soon being forced over her head. The larger girl pushed Lisa back to her knees. The duo pantomimed Lisa giving a blowjob to the other girl. Lisa then stood up and began to undress the other girl. Her hands fondled the other girl’s breasts. Lisa swung around and dipped over the girl’s lap face up as she tore her bra off. Her nipples were pierced. I swallowed hard. That was the one thing … yeah that was nice. Lisa ripped off the larger girl s shirt off. Lisa’s hands slid over the other girl’s breasts. Lisa began to lick the other girl’s body with small tenative strokes. Her hands wandered along the other girl’s waist.

She looked back to the audience and pointed to the other girl’s waist and unbelted the other girl’s pants as she stood up. Lisa yanked the other girl’s pants down and slapped her ass. The music instantly changed to a fast beat as both girls stood up and began to rub against each other. I watched the rest of the scene and sat there. It felt like a eternity but eventually Lisa came out and sat back down at the table.

“Well did you like the ..” I grabbed her arm and pulled her out the door. I don’t even remember how fast I drove on the way home. I just remeber pushing her in the door and watching her toss her bag into a corner.

“Lose the clothes now.” I reached for the hem of her dress and rubbed her ass. I began to pull the dress over her head. She gyrated her hips as I walked over to the couch. She continued to strip off her clothes. I let out a small breath as I watched her come closer. She rubbed her crotch as she walked over to me. I wondered.

“Stop … knees now.” She instantly dropped to her knees as I walked towards her. I felt every inch of her body from the base of her spine to her neck. I slipped a finger around her neck and then smiled as I let a hand slide down to the front of her body and felt her nipple rings.

“When did you get these little girl.” I flicked the rings again as I heard a light moan.

“When I was 17 my boyfriend wanted them and umm … can you call me slave?.” Damn she must have been waiting for this for a long time. I reached down and rubbed between her legs. Her legs instantly parted to let my hand in. I felt her crotch grind into my hand.

“Ah ah not quite yet.. you are gonna have to convince me. Now give me a show. I want to see what you would have done if I had just dropped you off at your apartment when you were pissing me off tonight. Show me now slave girl.” She smiled as she began to stroke her nipples. She pinched each one until they were hard and then moved on to her stomach. I watched her slide back down onto her back. She caressed her hips and rubbed the insides of her thighs

“Little faster slave girl.” She then inched her hand down the small strip of hair between her legs and began to moan.

“God I want you Master… I want you so bad. I want you inside me.” Damn I love when a girl talks dirty. Its completely against what I grew up expecting from a girl.

“Please let me have your cock. I need it. ” She was moving her hand quickly against her crotch. Her hips were sliding gyrating more and more with each second. I watched her nipples harden as she began to rock. The small silver rings on each nipple glinted in the light. Her hand reached up and then roughly pinched her left one as she bit down on her lip. Her pink tongue snaked out as she closed her eyes.

“What are you thinking about right now slave girl. Are you wondering if I am going to let you cum?” Her hand frantically rubbed a finger across her crotch as her thumb tickled her clit lightly. Her breathing was incredibly rapid as she bounced up and down. I could tell she was getting closer to what she needed.

“Stop it now slave girl and come sit on the couch with me. ” Her eyes were slightly glazed as she looked at me. She looked confused and then managed to get to her feet. Her stance was wobbily for a few seconds as she slipped in beside me. I could hear her breathing rapidlly. She sounded like she had been running for a few hours. I caressed her ass as she rolled over and sat on my lap. I grabbed her and began to bite along the nape of her neck. I let my tongue dance across her throat. I blew over the wet surface area and heard her Pornolar porno giggle slightly. I rubbed my hand up her bare back and locked my hands around her waist as I kissed her earlobe. I could feel my cock harden under her ass. She felt it too as she closed her eyes to savor the sensation.

“That was wrong what you did at the resturaunt.You were very mean to that girl.” She smiled and then quickly crawled into my lap with her ass pointing up at me. I grabbed her ass as she looked back at me with her feet kicking back and forth.

“You like to be bad huh?” She smiled at me and nodded vigorously. I patted her ass and felt her breathing increase. My hand drifted across her ass and then went up slightly and slammed down. The slap reviberated through the air. I felt her body tremble slightly and then relax. She continued to kick her feet as I slapped her ass again.

“Damn it …. ahh yes Sir .. two.” She bit her lip after saying it and closed her eyes. She slid up and down against my left leg. I slapped her ass again. I heard her count off again as I stopped and rubbed her ass for a bit.

“I think we need to increase the pain a bit.” I reached over and grabbed a small book off her coffee table and slapped her ass hard. I heard her scream and then rock back and forth on my lap vigorously. I could feel a damp spot on her inner thigh as it grabbed my leg. It took her a few seconds but she finally managed to count off. By the seventh slap her ass was turning slightly red. Her legs trembled slightly as they were lying over my lap. I let the final slap ring out and felt her move closer to me. I felt the growl in the bottom of my stomach and grabbed her. I pulled her off my lap and let her sit up. I kissed and licked her neck.

“I want to make you feel good Sir.” I felt her grind against my crotch as she sat there beside me. I just nodded and then felt her kiss my neck as she began to undo my pants. A small breath tickled the bare skin under my waist as her head leaned over. The next sensation that entered my mind was how warm her lips were. She began to kiss along the sides of my cock. Her tongue licked along the sides of my cock. I let a couple of breaths as I enjoyed the sensation of her wet mouth along my skin. I felt her tongue and lips slip around the head of my cock. I could only stroke her hair as I sat there. I reached down and touched her left nipple lightly. She looked up at me as I caressed the space between her breasts. I massaged her shoulders up and down slowly. She pulled her mouth off my cock and licked around the head. Then she began to kiss up my stomach. She smiled as she straddled my crotch.

“Easy girl just move down onto my cock lightly.” She eased herself down slowly and with ease slipped me inside of her. I rested my hand on her ass as she began to bounce slowly. I felt down along her torso and then along each rib. I grabbed her by the shoulders and smiled. She seemed confused for a bit as I pinned her to the couch. I pulled the buttons apart on my shirt and kissed her neck. I bit hard enough to ellicit a small cry of pain from her. I held her arms firmly above her shoulders.

“Ahhh not so hard please Sir.” I got on top of her with my knees straddling her thighs. I felt her arms try to pull up as I entered her. Only a small wisp of air shot into my chest as I did. I moved my hips slowly. I rubbed my fingernails down her body. Little beads of sweat had formed all the way down her body. My hips moved back and forth quickly as I ended each thrust with a slight upward jerk in my hips. She continued to try and pull up. I smiled as she struggled underneath me.

“Just fuck me Sir… please.” I pulled my cock out and tickled it against her crotch. I felt her shiver. I stroked her body lightly. I delivered a slight pinch to each side of her hips as she tried to lift them off the couch. I licked her neck and moved my hips a bit quicker. As I pushed down on her chest it would force me up a bit as it rose and fell slowly. I looked into her eyes and stared at her. She tried to turn her head. I just put my hand on her cheek and pushed her head back into the same position. I pinched each of her nipples and felt the small ring between my finger. I slipped my cock back into her.

“Oh yesss… Sir.” The last word came out as a squeak as I moved my hips side to side. I started moving my hips in small circles as her fingers crumpled into her palms. Her body was twisting underneath me. I could hear a gentle increase in her breathing as her arms finally managed to get free. Her hands reached around me and pulled me down. I smiled as she buried her head into my chest. She began to rock her hips underneath me. She tried to push up with her hips as I slammed them back down. After a few thrusts she finally laid still.

“That’s my good girl.” I let my hands roam down her body as I grabbed her ass. I began to move my hips a bit faster as she went rigid under my hands. I watched her eyes start to roll back into her head as I increased the speed of my thrusts. I felt a few gentle of waves of pleasure slip over before a wave slammed into me. I sat back down on the couch and tried to catch my breath as she eased closer to me. I wrapped my arm around her and she leaned in closer to me. I felt her lips touch mine. I opened my eyes as Denise’s smiling face came into my head at that instant.

As she walked into the bar she could feel the butterflies churning in her stomach, as well as the ache slightly lower. She had asked him for this, but the speed with which he had agreed, and his coded hints about his plans made her think that it was turning him on as much as it was her. She had done as instructed by the mysterious email, and spent the day reading dirty stories on-line at work and printing out her favourite two. The turn-on of the stories had been intensified by the thought of someone catching her, especially on the nerve-wracking walk to the printing room, hoping no one else got there first and saw what she had printed. Also as instructed she had not cum all day, although the temptation to bring herself off was almost overpowering.

He looked over and saw her entering, dressed in tight dark blue jeans, a back-less black top and sophisticated burgundy leather jacket, with her long blonde hair tied up. He thought to himself how well the outfit showed off her perfect, pert C-cup breasts and tight ass, and flashed her a devilish smile. Before she sat down, her handed her three things: one was a £20 note and others were two black leather wristbands.

“Go to the bathroom, take off your panties, and put on your wrists cuffs,” he ordered, “this way we will both know that you are mine, but only a few others will guess. On your way back buy two large glasses of red wine.”

He spoke just loud enough that she couldn’t tell whether those around her could hear, but just the thought of it sent shivers all the way to her pussy. She quickly went to the toilet and took off her panties and put them in her pocket. She couldn’t help giving her clit a little rub, but knew better than to cum. She went to the mirror and put on the leather bands. In them she did feel sluttish, and wondered whether anyone would guess that they symbolised her submission.

She brought the wine over to the table, and they started chatting in a relaxed fashion, with him teasingly asking her whether she’s got much work done that day. They looked deep into each other’s eyes, and the affection was obvious. She felt relieved and knew she could trust him, but knew that he wanted to deliver her fantasy. Just when she was beginning to relax, he leaned in to her as if to whisper sweet nothings, but instead placed his hand between her legs and started to rub her clit through her jeans. The roughness of the material made her jump, and being embarrassed she tried to move his hand away. He kept his strong arm where it was, and glared at her. She saw in his eyes that he was deadly serious, and lowered her eyes in deference. She blushed deep red, partly in embarrassment that anyone could see, partly from the pleasure emanating from her clit, and partly from the knowledge that she had just given up more power to him. He rubbed at her swollen bud for a few more seconds; just long enough to turn her on more, and to intensify her fears of someone seeing.

After teasing her sufficiently, he pulled back, finished his wine and got up to leave, knowing that she would follow. He got into a taxi, waited as she sat beside him, and ordered the taxi back to his house. She put her bag on her lap, which somewhat saved her modesty as he slipped a hand down the front of her jeans and briefly massaged her clit to check she had followed his instructions fully. He removed his hand and offered it to her lips. She could see the cabbie looking at her in the rear-view mirror, but took the finger and licked it clean, tasting her own juices. The ride home felt excruciatingly long, but eventually they pulled up in front of his house.

Once inside, he grabbed her round the waist and passionately kissed her, pressing her back against the wall, his tongue darting inside her parted lips. He eased her jacket off and trailed his nails down her bare back. She let out a low moan of pleasure, hoping for a quick release, but was disappointed as he pulled away as swiftly as he had taken her. He lead her through to the dining room, where she saw a sumptuous meal laid out, surrounded by the dazzling luminance of hundreds of candles. As she cast her eyes around the room she noticed in the soft light a number of items laid out carefully on the sofa: a vibrator, a drumming-brush, a pair of handcuffs, some baby-oil, two clothes-pegs, and a blindfold.

Without Rokettube porno mentioning any of these he ordered her to sit, poured a glass of red wine each, and sat himself opposite. Again he started up jovial conversation, but when she started to ask about the “special” contents of the room his eyes became stern, and she knew well enough to change the subject.

He was enjoying the meal intensely; the food was succulent, the wine fruity, and he spent several minutes enjoying the beauty of his girlfriend. He was amazed at how this ravishing goddess, seemingly so innocent with her perfect skin, deep, large brown eyes and natural blonde hair had actually asked him for this. She was enjoying the meal less so: She was hungry and the food and wine were indeed good, but the ache between her now very wet legs was a constant reminder that it would take more than a meal to satisfy her.

After they had finished eating, he cleared away the dishes, went back to the table and stood over her. He looked deep into those enchanting eyes, and bent down to give her a long kiss. Her hot tongue immediately found its way into his mouth, and he couldn’t help but smile as he pulled away, knowing what he had planned. He pulled her to her feet and told her to stand in the middle of the room. He moved over to the sofa, picked up the blindfold, placed it over her eyes, and moved quietly away. He stood watching her face, as the excitement tinged with fear washed over her, and she could feel the excitement welling up inside her, causing her pussy to flood. She craved his touch and her release, and reached out blindly in front of her.

“Ouch!” she yelped, as his hand came firmly down on her ass.

“The rules of the evening are as follows,” he started, and the commanding tone of his voice moistened her pussy still further. “For this evening only you will do exactly as I say, and do nothing unless I command it. If you disobey you will be punished, and that swat on your ass will feel like a massage. Do you agree?”

“Last chance,” she thought, but she was far too turned on to stop even if she had wanted to, and the thought of playing out her fantasy was all too tempting.

“I do,” she said quietly.

“Then let us begin,” he continued, beginning to relish the role, and feeling his cock begin to rise in his trousers. “As I’m sure you saw, I have several items prepared. Some of these I will use, some of them I won’t, but just so as you know their purpose I shall describe their potential uses.”

He went over to the sofa and picked up the handcuffs. He moved behind her, grabbed her wrists, and secured the cuffs in place. He then slowly untied the cord keeping her top attached to her back, leaving it hanging from round her neck. He again ran his nails down the soft skin of her back, and again she let out a low moan, the haptic sensations intensified by the lack of vision. He then began to circle her, admiring how the position of her arms behind her back caused her pert breasts to jut out. This left the material of her top hanging, with a gap to her taught stomach.

“I am pleased to see that you are aroused,” he said, “your nipples give you away.”

She blushed red that he knew further how her submission was turning her on, and yet she felt sluttish and hot.

“These handcuffs are to keep you where I want you,” he informed her, “You are now mine, and with these on there is nothing you can do to make it otherwise.”

He cupped her breast and took her nipple between finger and thumb, causing her to gasp, then let go and returned to the sofa. She heard a familiar buzzing noise, but never before had it sounded so exhilarating, and yet so ominous.

“This vibrator will bring to close to orgasm many times, but you may not cum until my command.”

She felt her jeans being unbuttoned, and the humming vibrator wedged between her legs. She felt her body spasm as the tip hit her clit, causing a wave of pleasure to course throughout her being. She was caught, desperate to try and push herself over the brink to orgasm, but not wanting to disobey him. Just as she was getting close to having no choice, he pulled the vibrator away and offered it to her lips.

“Not yet, gorgeous,” he said with a chuckle, knowing Rus porno how close she had come.

Again he moved behind her, and untied the last knot of her top, causing it to fall to the ground. Her full breasts were freed, and she felt a cool breeze blowing over them, accentuating her nakedness. She knew that her small nipples and aureoles were hard as diamonds, and hoped he was enjoying the view. He was, and as if to show it he slowly licked each nipple in turn, before taking them into his mouth and grazing them with his teeth.

“These clothes pegs are what may be in store if you disobey me,” he stated matter-of-factly, as he clamped them onto her nipples. She hunched over, mainly in shock, but the pain in her breasts warned her not to take too many liberties. He again took her by surprise, but this time by thrusting his tongue into her mouth, holding her head with one hand and gently twisting one of the pegs with the other, before releasing them both. She was glad to be released from the pain, but for all that felt another gush in her pussy. Her clit felt like it was on fire, and the sensations were spreading out all the way to her fingertips.

“If I don’t cum soon I’m going to collapse,” she thought.

The next thing she felt was his fingers on her now slightly sore breasts, massaging in some soothing baby oil. The feeling made her head spin, but the recent memory of the pegs made her certain not to attempt to gain release this time.

“This stuff is so versatile,” he said, “it’s soothing, as I’m sure you appreciate; it’s good for massages…and it certainly works as a lubricant.”

She didn’t know what he had in mind, but she was past caring: Anything to get her orgasm. She felt him slipping her jeans off, leaving her naked save for the bands still round her wrists, her blindfold, and the handcuffs. She could hear him circling her again, and felt as exposed as she had ever felt, both physically and mentally. Her head swam with a gamut of emotions; fear, pleasure, and shame, but most of all lust. When she felt his fingers brushing her sex, she almost screamed with the stimulation.

“My my, you are wet!” he exclaimed, offering her his fingers to taste herself yet again, “But I’m afraid you’ve got much more work to do before we are done.”

With that he lowered her to her knees, and she heard the sound of his zipper, rapidly followed by the head of his now fully erect cock pressing at her lips, and she immediately took his full length back into her throat. She sucked him as hard as she could, licked up and down his length and pumped him into her mouth, knowing that the only way she would get to cum would be though pleasing him. She thought that he felt harder than ever, filling her mouth with his musky manhood. He knew what she was trying to do, but what the hell, he thought, he might as well enjoy it for a few minutes.

When he felt himself close to cumming he pulled out of her mouth, leaving her reaching forward, trying to recapture his cock.

“Not yet my sweet, I haven’t finished instructing you about my toys.”

With that he went and fetched the drumming brush. He slowly dragged the metal spikes across one breast, then the other, then down her stomach and round to her back. He dragged it up her back, and then took it away. She was enjoying the sensations, but not as much as when his hand went to her clit and pussy.

“MmmmmOW!” she yelped. The intense pleasure from him fingering her clit was countered by a swift swish of the brush spanking her ass. He continued to finger her, easing one, then two fingers inside her sopping pussy, but also continued to spank her with the brush, leaving her cheeks slightly rosy and warm to the touch. The pain and pleasure intermingled to create an intense sensation building inside her, but all too soon his hands left her again.

“I think it’s time to enjoy those stories now,” he said with a smile, “but first let’s make you comfortable.”

With this, he got her to kneel down, placing a pillow on her calves, so that he ass rested on it. It was indeed comfortable, and she thought that she might have earned respite. It was not to be. She felt him lifting her up slightly; just enough to slip the vibrator into her pussy. When he lowered her again Seks filmi she could feel the full length of the vibrator filling her, almost taking over her mind. She began to remonstrate, but a reminder that he could always turn it on if she’d prefer silenced her immediately.

“Are you sitting comfortably?” he asked her mockingly, “Then I’ll begin; and remember, if you cum without permission there’ll be hell to pay.”

He then proceeded to read both of the stories that she had selected in his smooth tones. He had a good reading voice, bringing the stories alive in her imagination. She spent the entire time he was reading on the brink, having to lift her ass off the pillow a touch so as not to get any stimulation to her aching clit. The first story was one of domination and submission – of a boyfriend being mastered by his girlfriend, and he wondered whether she knew of his submissive leanings. He smiled at her second choice, as the story was of group sex in a jacuzzi with two women and a man; a fantasy that she knew he had often, particularly as she often took a jacuzzi at the gym. By the end of the stories she was soaked with sweat from the effort of not cumming.

Finally he finished the stories, and lifted her off the vibrator. He laid her front onto the sofa with her knees on the floor, causing her breasts to be crushed under her. The next thing she felt was his cock-head pressing at her pussy lips. She was so wet that he slid in without any trouble, and he began pounding into her as he went after his orgasm, enjoying the hot, tight confines of her tunnel. When he was close he dribbled baby-oil down her back, and across her asshole. He had thought about asking to take her there, but instead slipped a finger inside her tight rosebud. Whilst his finger slipped in easily because of the oil, it clenched round his finger, gripping him. He looked down at his beautiful, handcuffed girlfriend, with his cock in her pussy and his finger up her ass, and the lewdness of the scene sent him over the edge, spurting jet upon jet of hot cum deep into her. He collapsed onto her back, taking a few seconds to recover.

She was amazed that she hadn’t cum, and could feel her juices running down the inside of her thighs. She was pleased to have obeyed his commands, and felt a rush of relief when she felt him undoing the cuffs. He turned her over and sat her on the sofa, but her relief turned to despair when he re-cuffed her hands in front of her. He lifted the blindfold from her eyes, and as they adjusted to the light she could see his face close to hers, kissing her tenderly on the cheek.

“Well done sexy,” he said, “not long now, but remember to wait until I permit you to cum.”

With that, he kissed his way down her front, nibbling on her nipples and leaving a trail of saliva down her belly. He kissed down her thighs, leaving her thrashing around with frustration. Finally his tongue ever so lightly flicked her clit; once, twice, and then beginning in a slow rhythm. He eased one, then two fingers inside her, and she knew that she wouldn’t be able to take much of this:

“Please!” she begged.

“Not yet” he replied.

He returned to lapping at her clit, hardening his tongue and running it over and over on her bud, keeping time with the pumping of his fingers in her pussy.

“PLEASE!” she whimpered, knowing she had no strength left to hold out.

“Not yet” again came his stern reply.

He continued to lap at her clit, his other hand in her pussy, and reached one hand up to pinch her nipple.

“Now,” he said.

It was a simple statement, but the effect on her was immediate and profound. The word seemed to resonate in her being, and she felt a tidal wave of pleasure emanating from her sex, rushing over her whole body as his tongue danced mercilessly on her clit. She looked down and saw him looking straight back, looking deep into her. Seeing his deep eyes and his tongue on her was the final straw, and she let out an animal scream as her body tensed and spasmed; wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her. Finally she was spent, and collapsed onto the sofa almost comatose.

He took a sip of wine and kissed her, opening his mouth to feed her the Merlot, waking her from her stupor. He kissed her tenderly as her undid the handcuffs and removed the leather bands, freeing her from the submission. He cradled her in his arms and peppered her neck and face with soft kisses of reassurance.

“Thank you,” she said softly, basking in the memories of her fantasy, not realising until the next time she received a mysterious email how much he had loved delivering it.

[To my readers: Here are two shorter stories about mistresses and their slaves. In the first one, it’s a couple of novices; in the second, long-term members of the scene. You choose which appeals to you more.]

Drop Your Pants

When I found out what Jack had paid for the new fishing-rod, I growled like a tigress. Downsizing and paranoia were the order of the day at the company where he worked, and I’d been told to economize just in case he got the corporate hatchet. So I used self-control instead of my credit cards, passing by the most intriguing black plastic jumpsuit and an assortment of fascinating double-ended dildos. But all my efforts were in vain when Jack splurged on a designer fishing rod that cost enough to reel in Moby Dick.

“A man needs his hobbies,” was Jack’s defiant reply to my initial complaint.

“A woman needs hers,” I muttered to myself. I had even given up the tennis lessons with the cute twentysomething instructor who wasn’t afraid to discuss technique — in an older woman’s bedroom. Jack and I hadn’t made love in years and years, and it cost a decent amount of money for a woman my age to find sexual gratification. But I’d nobly done without for weeks, all in the interests of conserving our cash. And now this!

The hell with it. I grabbed the fishing rod in one hand and a kitchen knife in the other. After a bit of surgery, the designer fish-killer was transformed. It would no longer serve its previous function — but it was now a long, wicked switch.

Jack was in shock. “Are you out of your mind?” he yelled.

“Drop your pants,” I said coldly. “Now.”

“You’re too young to be menopausal,” he groaned, mourning his lost fishing opportunities. “So what’s your excuse for going postal on me?”

“Sexual need,” I replied. “You think I sacrificed my young lover so you could go fishing? Drop your pants, Jack. It’s time you accepted some punishment. You’ve acted like a little boy, not a grown man.”

Jack waved his hands in the air in protest. Wrong move. I deftly stepped behind him and swatted him hard on the meaty part of his ass. Even through his pants, the whip must have made quite an impression, for he squealed and grabbed hard at his buttocks. “You’re crazy!” he shouted.

“You’re only making it harder on yourself,” I said sweetly. “The sooner we get started, the sooner your punishment will be over.” Jack had nothing to say to that.

I spanked his hands with the rod, and Jack learned the first new thing of the day: hands don’t have very much padding. He squealed again and hurriedly removed his pants along with his boxer shorts, and bent over a leather armchair to show me the hairy contours of his naked ass. Not exactly an erotic sight, but from this new perspective, quite attractive to me indeed. It had been almost five years since I’d had a good look at my husband’s naked butt, and it had gotten quite a bit bigger in the interim. Fishing isn’t nearly as good exercise as tennis — or fucking younger men.

Cackling to myself at the wide expanse of white, vulnerable flesh, I drew back with my arm and beat his ass with all my force. No squeal this time. He screamed full-out and started to dance as I brought the rod down over and over and over.

I’d always fantasized about giving a man, and especially my husband, a good whipping. What woman hasn’t wanted Üvey porno to from time to time? I’d never had the courage to act on my desires, however, not until I was half-crazed myself with sexual denial. Beating Jack’s ass felt even better than I had hoped it would. The sight of his fat and jiggling flesh collecting hot pink stripes — well, it just made me go all wet in the panties. Hell, I hadn’t leaked so much in the crotch since that tennis instructor asked me if I liked to sit on men’s faces.

“I hope you’re learning something from this, Jack,” I screeched. “After all, this hurts you a lot more than it hurts me!”

Jack thrashed and moaned as the implacable switch came down on him as he bent over the chair. But he made no further attempt to protect his tender ass cheeks. Nor did he make any attempt to run away, which after all he could easily have done at any time. I began to grow suspicious. Did Jack have something that he’d been hiding from me all these years? I flicked the switch against his flanks and demanded, “Stand up and turn around.”

Clutching at his agonized buttocks, he obeyed, though his face turned as red as his rump with shame. After a moment, though, it wasn’t his face that drew my attention. No, after fifteen minutes or more of all-out whipping, he was so excited by it that he’d developed a monster hard-on, as big and purple as I’d ever seen on him.

“So,” I said, trying to continue to play it cool. “You enjoy being whipped.”

Jack sank to his knees in a posture of abject shame. “It’s true,” he whispered. “But I could never admit it to anyone. Not even to you.”

I was touched, but I didn’t show it. “Then it’s a good thing I finally beat the truth out of you, isn’t it.”

He nodded slowly.

“Remove the rest of your clothes.”

Jack’s shirt, socks, watch, and wedding ring were off quickly enough. I pointed to a place on the floor and commanded him to lie on his back there. I wanted him to feel the weight of his body pressing his well-beaten buns into the bare wood. His stalk was as big as ever, pointing straight to the ceiling.

Standing tall above him, I began to remove my clothes in a slow strip. I could feel his eyes rolling as he stared up my tennis-toned thighs and into the pink depths of my plump cunt. As I’ve said, I keep myself in shape, but a woman invariably gains a little voluptuousness around the pussy area as she gets into her forties.

“My God, you’re beautiful,” Jack breathed.

“You’re just finding that out now? After twenty-three years of marriage?” My voice was full of scorn as I flicked the rod against Jack’s thighs. I was sure he could feel the breeze from the stroke fanning his balls. If I wanted to, I could probably have made him beg me to whip them. That’s how badly he was under my spell.

But I wanted something a little more basic than that. I wanted Jack’s cock inside me. He could have told me that he needed a little something more to turn him on as he got older, instead of allowing me to think that he’d lost all interest in sex. We had both been denied a fascinating experience for way too many years. Well, I was going to make up for lost time starting right now.

I straddled his body and slowly sat down on him. I grabbed his cock and guided it into my cunt, and began to ride him porno izle hot and high. My sticky juices poured onto his balls and thighs. Delicious little screams, quite different from the ones he had given me before, broke from his lips each time I bounced him hard on his well-whipped ass. It was music to my ears.

The only downside was that there was hardly any friction, because I was sopping wet. I had to grind my clit quite forcefully into his pelvis to bring me to my climax. Of course, my fervor did nothing to decrease the pressure on his painful behind. I howled in triumph as I galloped into the first of what was to be a whole string of full-throated orgasms. Eventually Jack gave up his joy juice, and the scene was over.

I no longer need a boy toy, and Jack no longer has time for fishing. When people ask what the secret of our long and successful marriage is, I just smile and look mysterious.

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Yes, Mistress

He wore a studded black dog collar around his neck, a pair of form-fitting black leather jeans, and not much else. There was no doubt in my mind that he was somebody’s slave. Besides, the look in the eyes is unmistakable. When you’ve had as much experience as I have, you can always tell.

However, I’ve never had any hesitations about poaching on other women’s property. So when I spotted him across the room at a certain well-attended leather convention in Vegas, I walked right over and padlocked my leash to his dog collar with a satisfying click. If a bitch is dumb enough to let a slave walk around without a lead, she’s got to expect that he’ll be picked up by the local dog-catcher.

What’s more, this one had a body that must have been exercised daily with the finest weight-training equipment around. He was waxed and tanned like a professional bodybuilder. I like physical strength and beauty in my slaves, so I wasted no time in yanking his chain in the direction of my hotel room.

“I’m not allowed to go with strangers, Mistress,” he whined.

I yanked harder on the leash, pulling cruelly on his neck. Slaves aren’t the only ones who work out with weights, of course. “Haven’t you been trained to be respectful to women?” I asked. “If I have to report your discourtesy to your mistress, I shall expect to witness a harsh punishment. Very harsh.”

He licked his lips and looked around the room, apparently not seeing what he was looking for. “Yes, Mistress,” he whispered.

I was staying in the convention hotel, of course. Like many casino hotels, it was laid out so that you had to walk past the maximum number of tables and slot machines to get from the meeting rooms to your own room. Patrons turned their heads to stare at the beautiful long-legged woman in leather (I know my own looks, no one better) dragging the hunky, shirtless male body behind her on a leash. I heard approving murmurs, too, mostly in female voices.

If the stud was ashamed of himself, he certainly didn’t show it. Alone with him in the elevator, I felt the lump in his form-fitting pants. It was impressive. In fact, his zipper had come unsprung and moved slightly downward in response to the pressure from within. I squeezed gently, making him moan. Had his mistress missed him yet? Or was she busy herself getting it on with some other slave — maybe even one of mine? Asyalı porno I smiled at the thought. If so, I would be able to beat it out of them soon enough.

But that was then and this was now. Once we were behind locked doors, I unclipped the leash from the slave’s collar and ordered him to remove his pants and kneel. Naked now except for the dog collar, he knelt at my feet and confessed everything — his real name, his years of service, his particular fetishes. He tilted his head back and opened his mouth, showing me the stainless steel stud that pierced the fleshy part in the front of his tongue. I smiled to myself. Impressive again.

I used a pair of safety handcuffs to secure his hands behind his back, leaving him in the submissive kneeling posture. Then I removed my own clothes. The thought of that stud was already filling my mind with fantasies. He began to pant fervently when he caught sight of my slick and well-oiled nudity.

“Eat me,” I commanded. “And do a good job, unless you want to feel this!” I took my favorite riding crop from my luggage (I carry most of my tools in a golf bag — it saves questions at the airport) and brandished it across his shoulders threateningly.

He ate me. Sweet Christ, how he ate me. His tongue was any woman’s delight. He must have been a talented suck even before he got the piercing, because he knew everything: how to pucker up to diddle a clit, how to guide a tongue-tip into an oozing vagina, how to suck hard on low-hanging pussy wattles. Combining all his techniques with the extra pressure created by the stainless steel stud and all I can say is, I nearly went through the roof. My knees were jelly, but my clitoris was a rock. Screaming, arching my back, pounding him with clenched fists, I came again and again on his face in sweet shuddering waves of ecstasy.

Nevertheless, there was never any doubt that I had to punish him. It wouldn’t be hard to find a suitable excuse. When I came back down to earth, I pulled him roughly to his feet, leaving his hands still bound. I flung him face upward on the bed, lying awkwardly and uncomfortably on his handcuffed hands. His cock was thrusting forward and upward, and the tip was oozing pre-come at an alarming rate. Then I knew.

“Who gave you permission to get excited, slave?” I screamed at him, slashing at his chest and upper thighs over and over again with the whip. “No one leaks in this room without my permission!”

“I’m sorry, Mistress, I’m sorry,” he whimpered. “I can’t help myself. You taste so wonderful. Oh please, Mistress, let me make it up to you?”

Well, I liked the crisscross pattern of whip marks on that handsome chest and strong legs, but I liked the shape and movement of that dick of his even better. I flung the riding crop to one side and dived headlong for the bed. We both grunted when I crash-landed on his fully loaded rocket, and it bent back and forth ominously before slipping between my pussy petals without my having to grab it. My damp opening stretched wide to accept every inch of him.

Did I mention that his cock wasn’t only long — you take that for granted in a slave like this — but thick? Ahhhh, so thick. I impaled myself on him over and over again, yowling. I sat high in the saddle, bouncing up and down as I galloped to heaven on top of him. Did he come? I don’t know or really care. I knew that being with me would more than satisfy his real needs, even if he had to take care of himself in the bathroom afterwards.

Bitches, if you don’t want your slave stolen, whipped, and well fucked, all I can say is, don’t turn your back on him for a second. Otherwise he’s mine.

You greet me at the door. You give me a hug and make some small talk as we take a seat on the couch. The TV is on at a low volume, enough to make out but not enough to distract. You initiate small talk – “How was your day? You found the place OK? How has your week been?”

As we chat, you keep inching closer and closer to me, and while I can tell that you’re listening, I’m also aware that there’s something else on your mind. I can see it in your eyes, a hungry, almost carnal look. You keep licking your lips, occasionally biting your lips, almost unconsciously.

Soon, you’re right next to me – I mean, RIGHT next to me, uncomfortably close. During a lull in the conversation, you suddenly lean over and kiss me, and it isn’t but a few seconds before your tongue and mine meet. As our tongues dance, we make out for several minutes without speaking. I gently caress your head, your shoulders, and eventually your breasts, while your hands roam from my head to my back, around my chest and eventually to my crotch, making your intentions plain.

You break the kiss and whisper in my ear, “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.”

You head back to the bedroom, and a few minutes later, I hear you beckon me to follow.

There you are, laying on the bed in a sexy pose in one of your favorite bra, panty, and stocking lingerie combos. I stand in the doorway as you get up on all fours and crawl toward me on the bed.

“Come here.” You make the words with your mouth, but no sound escapes your lips as your pointer finger beckons me toward the bed.

“How about you come here,” I respond.

Slowly, seductively, you get up off the bed and walk over to me, taking my hand and leading me further into the room. Standing next to the bed, we resume making out for several more minutes before you whisper into my ear, “You have way too many clothes on. Let’s see if we can make you more comfortable.”

You walk around me several times, undressing me with your eyes once more before you slowly begin to undress me yourself – first shoes and socks, then the shirt. Facing me, you shove your tongue in my mouth one more time, then begin working your way southward.

Finally on your knees, my pants are no problem for you as my manhood strains against my boxers. You tease, breathing warm air on my cock, reaching around and grabbing my ass, before finally setting me free. You slowly, Sikiş SLOWLY, kiss, lick, nibble, and tease the shaft, up one side and down the other several times, but also pausing to caress the very, very tip with your lips and tongue. It’s almost an agonizing few minutes for me as you take your time teasing, caressing, and admiring my cock, never completely putting it in your mouth.

“You have a beautiful cock,” you whisper. “But even beautiful cocks aren’t allowed to cum in my mouth,” you tell me. At this point, I can only mutter my agreement to your terms.

Slowly – VERY slowly – you engulf my manhood with your mouth. As your slow, sensual, wet, sloppy blowjob takes place, I am in absolute heaven.

As you begin worship my cock, you take the opportunity to remove your bra. Your beautiful breasts on full display, in all their glory.

Soon you feel me tensing up, thinking that maybe I’m about to cum. However, you remind yourself that I promised not to do so while in your mouth. Surely he can hold out longer than this, you think. But suddenly, and without warning, I do begin to cum. The first blast or two catches you by surprise, right in your mouth. You quickly redirect the rest to your breasts, all the while stroking my cock with your hand for more. At the same time, my cum runs out of your mouth, down your chin, and onto your chest. I finally sit on the bed, my sexual tension relieved.

I as begin to realize exactly just what happened, I expect you to be very upset, but, in a very non-threatening manner, you tell me, “I think you might just regret that. But first, let’s make sure there’s no more in there.” You put your lips back on my cock and swirl your tongue, making sure it’s clean.

With a sly smile, you get up and tell me, “Why don’t you lay back on the bed while I get cleaned up.”

While rubbing my cum on your breasts, you head for the restroom to clean yourself off, and when you return, still topless but apparently cleaned up, to my surprise that hungry look is still in your eyes, Before I have much of a chance to react, you crawl on top of me, straddling me in a girl-on-top position.

“Now it’s my turn,” you tell me, as you dive in for another makeout session.

A few minutes later, you scoot yourself up my torso and smother my face in your bare breasts. “Time for you to worship these Tecavüz porno breasts,” you tell me. Giving specific directions, you move me from side to side to neck to nipple and all over. Suddenly, you press down, my face caught between your breasts. As I struggle for breath, you keep remind me that I agreed to not to come in your mouth.

“Do those tits taste good?” you ask. “A little salty maybe? That isn’t sweat, just so you know.”

At this point, I realize you didn’t clean your chest; you simply spread the cum until it dried.

“Now let’s see how much you can really take,” you say as you move your body further up my torso.

Panties still on, I can smell, even see, your wetness. After a few seconds of hovering your panty-covered pussy above my face, you begin smothering my face with your crotch. “Lick my panties,” you order; I comply. “Kiss my thighs, run your tongue everywhere you can reach.”

Looking up, I can see you’ve watching me over the past several minutes. “Good boy. Think you can handle more?” you ask with yet another sly smile. “Don’t move.”

You spin around to a 69 position. “Oh, I see you’re excited for more! Good!”

Suddenly your crotch is buried in my face again. You soon begin alternating between rubbing your pussy and ass all over my face. You order me to kiss your ass – literally kiss, your ass.

You keep sitting on my face, smothering me – sometimes I can’t breathe for 5, 10, even 15 seconds. After all, how dare I come in your mouth like that earlier. The wetness from your pussy permeates your panties. I can smell it, I can taste it. It’s all over my face.

Finally, you stand up over me. “Take off my panties,” you order. I reach up and slowly pull them down. As soon as they’re gone, I find myself nose deep in your pussy. “Keep those panties in your hand, you’re gonna need them later. But for now, get that tongue busy!”

You order me to service you right, and I voraciously worship your pussy.

“That’s a good boy,” you praise me between moans as I service you.

You want to make sure I learned my lesson, though, so after a while you tell me to stop. “Still got those panties in your hand?”

“Yes ma’am,” I affirm.

“Good. Put them in your mouth.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Still sopping wet, once your panties are in my mouth, you sit Travesti porno back down onto my face. You have to lift up every few seconds so I can breathe. “I’m so glad you came in my mouth,” you tell me. “I’ve been needing this for a long time.”

You continue smothering me for several minutes before getting up and moving to the end of the bed. “You’re not done yet, mister. Get over and show me how much you appreciate the rest of my body. You’re gonna need to take those panties out of your mouth for this.” I start behind you with your neck, move down your back, and come back up your arms.

Once again, you begin directing me with specific orders: stomach, then breasts, then legs, then thighs, back to the neck, down your back, breasts again – just wherever you want my tongue. After some time working all over your body, I find myself on my knees with my tongue in your pussy again. That’s when a thought comes across your mind.

“Have you ever had your tongue in a woman’s ass before?” you ask me.

I try to respond, but you hold my head in between your legs with your hands, and when my tongue stops moving, you ask me, “Did I tell you to stop?”

My tongue begins again, and after several minutes of silence, you speak again.

“I don’t think you ever have. Lucky for you there’s a first time for everything.”

You release my head and get up on the bed on all fours, ass high in the air.

“Worship my ass right or you won’t get to fuck me,” you order.

I begin worshipping your ass all over with my hands and my tongue, before gingerly sliding my tongue along your crack toward your hole. Hesitantly, I begin to lick and tongue your hole, and after a few minutes, you speak again.

“This is nice,” you say, “but something’s not quite right. Lay on your back.”

You once again mount me in a 69 position and you quickly smother me with your ass, forcing my tongue into your crack, onto your hole.

After you think I’ve learned my lesson, you finally slide a condom onto my still-hardened manhood. You order me not to move as you climb on top of me and smother my face with your breasts as you fuck me.

Very soon I explode again, this time deep inside you, and we collapse on the bed together, both satisfied, and yet somehow, both hungry for more.

After our sweaty bodies have spent several minutes next to each other recuperating, you break the silence. “We should probably get cleaned up, don’t you think? Why don’t you join me in the shower.”

“Maybe we can wake that cock back up for some more fun,” you purr with that lustful look already back in your eyes.

Smiling, I follow you into the restroom to see what adventure awaits…..