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…..

Another of my very strong, dirty, nasty sex stories, where a Master gets to use a willing sub slut. Please don’t read if hard and strong stories aren’t your thing. Please note, I do love women, and am a gentle guy. I have found that there are many women who have a need, a deep down sexual hunger, for pure dirty sex for pleasures sake, and as part of that, they have an urge to please their lover any way possible – whatever he wants. That giving of pleasure, turns the sub slut on more than anything, and the further they have to go, the more degrading the sex, the more power the Master takes, the further they slide into sexual bliss….

The story is 1st person – so female sub sluts read and put yourself in ‘her’ position…

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“So you’ve read some of my stories and want to give me some inspiration for another?” I ask you, us both sitting on the double bed of a cheap hotel room I hired for the night. My eyes wander down your body, taking in your curves. You’ve spent some time on your appearance – I can see you know how to apply make-up, using a deep red lipstick to draw my attention to one of your pleasure giving areas.

You nod, obviously nervous, knowing just what you could be about to agree too, putting yourself into a situation that you crave yet are scared of.

“So you know just how dirty and full on things can get. Your e-mails said you have no limits; but are you sure? Are you really as dirty as the sluts in my stories?” I press, needing to push you, to find out if the e-mails we swapped are just bravado, or if you truly are the submissive cunt you described. I actually get off on knowing the slut I’m with wants everything I do to her – even when she’s physically fighting me off or in tears. “You remember your secret word?”

“I won’t need it.” You reply, biting your lip and looking me in the eye defiantly. “You can’t degrade me enough Master, I’m just a fuck toy for you to use as you please.”

Mmmm, I think, you know how to push my buttons, and I guess your ‘defiance’ is designed to bring the chat to an end, and the fun to start. Defiance is something I’ll break in your by the end though, turning your into that total sub you need to be. I reach over, tracing my fingers across your cheek, the first sparks of electricity between us both. You hold your head perfectly still, letting me touch you however I wish. I run my hands round to the back of your head, gathering your hair between my fingers. A confident smile touches my lips as I pull your head back, tilting your head back so I expose your throat. I move closer, bring my lips to your neck, softly kissing your neck, then licking up, tracing up to the underside of your jaw, breathing in your perfume. “Yes slut, you will please me.”

“Yes. Yes Master”, you sigh, as you feel my other hand sliding up your leg, pushing your skirt out of the way as I feel the flesh of your thigh, my touch becoming bolder, more confident. You emit a little whimper as you feel my fingers touch your pussy, hearing a pleased chuckle from me as I discover you have left off your knickers for the meeting. You feel so vulnerable as I, an almost complete stranger, rub the freshly shaven lips of your burning cunt, the excitement of the situation betraying you, juices already making you slick.

“You’re so fucking wet already aren’t you slut?” I growl, slamming two fingers of my right hand up into your cunt, making you gasp out with pain/pleasure/surprise. You feel your pussy open right up to my rough assault, drawing moans from your lips. Hearing your moans drives my libido, and the excitement makes me bolder, driving me on. “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you, you fucking little whore.” I promise. With my words ringing in your ears, making your Türk porno pussy gush, you gasp as I pull your hair hard, dragging your head back, as I lean into you, my weight pushing you down on the bed, pinning you down. You look into my eyes as I collect some saliva in my mouth, and sneer as I spit into your face, slapping your cunt hard so it stings, oh it stings and feels so good.

“You’re just a fucking cum slut, aren’t you bitch?” I demand, my voice tinged with excitement, as my hands squeeze your tits roughly, fingers biting into your flesh.

“Yes master.” You managed to whisper, your body betraying the excitement my words generate in you. You cannot control yourself when a Master such as I begins to use you; the more you are degraded, the more you want, the more you give yourself.

I spit on you again, your face now wet and glistening, your makeup running a little, which turns me on the more. “Oh yes I’m going to fuck you up slut, I’m going to rip those holes of yours open, because they’re my holes aren’t they? Mine to use.”

“Yes Master!” you cry, “Hurt me, fuck me, use me” you beg, already panting like a bitch on heat.

I laugh, knowing you will take everything I can give you, and still want more. I won’t be disappointed. I grab your blouse in both hands, and pull it apart with all my strength, ripping it open, the buttons flying in all directions. I then grab you round the throat with one hand, pushing you down again onto the bed, holding you their, as I reach over to the bedside table and retrieve a pair of scissors, a tool for my evening of abuse. Your eyes are wide as you watch me cut your bra from your body, trembling as you feel the cold metal against your skin, not daring to speak. The material falls away, leaving your breasts exposed to me. “I hope you brought a change of clothes slut, because you won’t be leaving in these!” I laugh, pulling your skirt down your legs roughly.

You feel my eyes eat up your body, taking in every inch of your skin, lingering on your shaven cunt, with its pink puffy lips, a little swollen now in your excitement, glistening and slick.

“Open yourself up cunt!” I bark, smiling to myself as you jump to obey, not questioning my orders; a well trained slut. I watch as you use both hands to pull your outer lips apart, pulling your legs up and apart so I can see inside, see your cunt gaping open for me, pink insides so soft and inviting. I lean in close, breathing in deeply to smell your intoxicating scent, bringing my face so close to your cunt, close enough for you to feel my warm breath on your clit, making you want to beg for me to taste you.

My fingers join yours, sliding inside as you hold yourself open, an invitation I cannot refuse. I trace the walls of your cunt, feeling how your body reacts to my intimate touch. I collect some of your juices on my fingers, and then push them up to your mouth. “Suck my fingers slut, you’ve got your cunt juice all over them, you nasty fucking pig.” My words sting, and fuel your fire, making you want to follow my commands, no matter where they take you. You open your mouth wide, tongue slipping out to great my slippery fingers, tasting the sharp taste of your own cunt, the smell and taste overwhelming your senses. I push my three fingers in deep, sliding to the back of your throat, feeling your mouth suck on me, showing your Master how good a cock sucker you will be. While you fuck your face with my fingers, I slowly disrobe, freeing my cock from its confines.

“Time for me to feel how good that cunt feels slut.” I say as I mount you, pulling your legs up and apart, opening you to my hard cock. “Mmmmm, very fucking good, nice and tight… for now.” I chuckle, Türkçe alt yazılı porno wondering how tight it will feel after I’ve fucked and fisted you all night. I start to fuck you hard, ramming my cock into your hole, taking my pleasure from your tight wet fuck hole. I grab your wrists, and pull our hands above you head, leaning down I pin them so you cannot move, bruising the skin, making you cry out in pain. “Shut-up you fucking slut!” I shout, spitting in your face again and again as I brutally fuck you, my rock hard cock slamming into your sloppy cunt, rocking your body back. My spit runs down your face, dripping onto your tits, which rock forwards and backwards with the force of my animal fucking. You can hear every stroke, as my body slaps into yours, your cunt making sucking noises as it is fed by my meat.

You grunt like an animal as I fuck you hard, pushing back with all your might, trying to grind yourself against my cock, impaling yourself as deep as you can, your body crying out for more, more pain, more pleasure.. deeper, harder.. more, more, MORE! You feel my body against yours, my sweat dripping onto you, making you slick, making you feel dirtier, hornier, a fuck pig on heat.

Knowing I will cum very soon unless I stop, and I don’t want to cum in your cun, I suddenly stop, our fucking stopping as soon as it started. You cry out in disappointment, pushing your pussy against me, trying to fuck yourself with my dick.

“You nasty fucking slut, you’ll get what you need!” I laugh, slapping your tits as ‘punishment’. As I strike your tits, left, then right, I admire how you react, your back arching, biting your lip as the pain and pleasure racks your body, explosions going off in your breasts, which send pleasure waves direct to your cunt, setting off their own mini orgasms. “Now clean this cock slut, you’ve got it all dirty you’re your nasty fucking cum.” I order you, as I move up to kneel astride your face. I grab your hair, and yank your face to my cock, forcing the purple swollen head between your lipstick coated lips. “That’s it my slut, suck me.” I groan, feeling you swirl your tongue around me, sucking hard, and tasting yourself and my own salty pre-cum, wanting more, much more. As you suck me, trying to give me the blow job of my life, I grab your tits, pulling on your nipples hard, forcing you to whimper around my cock, but never stopping your sucking, forcing my cock deeper and deeper with every bob of your head.

I decide it’s time for me to fuck your throat, taking what I want rather than you giving, so I pull my cock from your lips with an audible plop, a string of spit falling down over your tits. “Lay on your back, with your head over the bed.” I order, pointing out where I want you. You jump to get in position, showing me how eager to please my fuck toy is. Now open that mouth wide slut, I’m going to fuck your throat. I hope you like to gag, because I’m going to choke you till you pass out.” I promise, rubbing my cock over your face, messing up your make-up even more, smearing the lipstick over your cheeks. I use my fingers to force open your mouth, stretching it as wide as it will go, using you like a sex toy from a cheap sex-shop. I grunt as I stuff your mouth full, forcibly tilting your head until I find the best angle to slide into your throat. I trigger your gag reflex, making you cough around my cock, but I don’t let you remove my cock, I just hold it still as I feel your muscles contract around me, enjoying the feeling of power and the sensations it gives my swollen cock.

Once you settle down, I start a slow rhythm, skull fucking you like a toy, a thing, a cunt to be used. I grab your tits, squeezing porno and twisting so hard I leave marks that will bruise, making you scream… well if you could, you throat is stuffed full of cock, so all you can feel is cock, all you can taste is spunk and your own sharp taste, you can hardly breath, your breathing restricted. From your mouth saliva pours, running down my cock, every thrust filling your throat, choking, gagging, almost making you puke, but still you want more, more cock, rougher, faster, harder…

I look down and see your face now completely messed up, your hair soaking in your own saliva, my balls soaked too. “Fuck you look so nasty, and I know you love it slut. You love gagging on cock don’t you? Rub your clit slut, finger that nasty dirty cunt of yours, cum for me as I fill your mouth with spunk!” I urge, wanting you to cum as I abuse you. You follow my orders, your cunt burning, needing release too, as your Master takes his pleasure. Your frig your clit, rubbing in fast circles, shoving fingers deep inside your burning hole to lubricate them. My attention swaps between watching you finger yourself, and admiring the mess I am making of you; your eyes are watering, crying from the throat fucking I am giving you, your mascara running down your face, marking you as a cock hungry slut. I pull my cock out again, to slap your face with it, stinging your lips, rubbing it against your nose, so you can smell the sex, feel the heat of my cock against your face. My hairy balls rub against your face, rubbing the sweat over you, marking you with my musky scent.

“Mmm I need to cum slut, but there’s one hole I’ve not had yet. Turn over and show me your arse.”

“Oh yes Master!” you pant, still rubbing your cunt. You quickly turn over, getting onto your hands and knees, pushing your arse up in the air, lowering your shoulders to the bed.. I grab your hips, and position you so I can fuck you standing beside the bed, which I know will let me fuck you as hard as I can. I rub my finger over your puckered hole, leaning in to spit into your opening arse, rubbing my finger around, loosening your sphincter. I spit again and again, until I have no moisture left in my mouth, filling your tight opening with my lubrication.

“I think you’re ready slave.” I warn you as I push my still iron hard cock against your last orifice, easily forcing entry, taking my sub slut.

“Oh god!” you cry, as you feel my cock drive inside your arse, the burning pleasure overwhelming you. “FUCK ME!” you scream, biting the bedcovers as I ram into you brutally, assaulting your arse as hard as I can. Your hand goes back to between your legs, where you feel your juices soaking your thighs, the room stinking of sex. I can feel your fingers against my cock as you stuff them in your cunt, filling both of your holes.

“That’s it you cunt!” I cry, fuck yourself while I rape your arse. I’m going to tear you apart you nasty bitch.”

“Yes, yes, yes” you grunt, a fuck pig in heat. Your hand is a blur, as you feel your orgasm building, feeling so bad, so nasty, with a cock stuffed in your arse, my spit coating your face, your own spit soaking your hair, which sticks to your face.

As the spunk boils in my balls, I slap your arse, as hard as I can, and my hand grabs your wet hair, pulling it as hard as I can, riding you like a wild animal, screaming as I cum, sperm pumping into you, triggering your own animal orgasm, your body in spasm, muscles contracting and releasing, waves of pleasure washing through our bodies. We shout obscenities as we slam our bodies together, my hands grabbing and slapping, mouth sucking and biting your back, your neck.

“Oh god… oh god…” you whimper, feeling my cock slide from your arse, spunk oozing out of your gaping hole. Your body is limp, mini orgasms still running through you like an earthquakes aftershocks. You hardly have the strength to move, when you feel my weight shift, and as you look up you see my softening cock pushed to your lips.

“Clean me slut, you haven’t finished yet!”

…. To be continued?

I answer an ad on Craigslist for a casual encounter with an older executive in his office downtown. It’s my first time doing this, but I’ve been divorced for three years and threw myself completely into work once the marriage failed. I have been celibate the whole time and have recently realized that while my career successes are nothing to regret, I have entirely left myself wanting. A lot. My ex was very prudish in bed, so it’s been a very long time since I’ve been fucked really well. I’m so horny I can’t even stand myself and masturbating just isn’t enough anymore. I want a big, hard cock inside me, and this man has said he will satisfy all my needs. His office is only a few blocks from mine, and we agree to meet on our lunch break.

I’m nervous as I take the elevator up to his 23rd floor office. I’m already wet, but it all feels so risky and I’m a little scared too. This is not a familiar feeling for me. I am known as a tough executive and I hold a position of great power in my company, the first woman to hold this position. So I am a little off as I find his office and step into the reception area. His secretary is away at lunch and the office is completely quiet. Then I see him come out of his office. He’s wearing a gray suit and a red tie. He’s in his 50s and is very fit and tan with hair going almost all gray. He smiles and comes and kisses me on the cheek, welcoming me into his office. He locks the door behind him.

I’m glad you made it, he says.

I almost didn’t, I say.

Are you worried?

Yes. I’ve never done this before.

Are you wet?

Yes.

It’s a very nice combination of feelings, he says, scared and wet.

Behind him is a wall of windows looking out on another high rise across the street. There is a partial view of the Sound and I see a ferry heading out.

Would you like to see the view? he asks.

I nod and he beckons me over to the windows. His desk is only a couple feet away from the windows. As I get close to him, he puts a hand inegöl escort around my hip gently but possessively and pulls me closer to the window. He moves me in front of him, so that I am pressed back against his chest. He wraps his arms around me as we look out the window.

Then slowly he starts moving his hands up to my breasts. He massages them gently then slides his hands down my belly to my crotch. I have a pencil skirt on, so he can only cup my mound and can’t get any further. He reaches down for the hem of the skirt and pulls it up around my hips and finds that I don’t have any panties on. I had taken them off at work in the bathroom in anticipation.

Nice, he says. His slides a hand between my thighs and moves slowly up to my pussy. He grabs it firmly and squeezes, his fingers pressing slightly into my wet hole. Nice, he says again. Then his hands move quickly up to my blouse and he starts unbuttoning it. I can feel a hard-on growing against my ass. I push back against it. When my blouse is completely unbuttoned, he slips his left hand down the top of my bra and grabs my right tit. He squeezes it hard and then takes the nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinches it.

Oh! His right hand slides back down to my pussy and he begins slipping two fingers up and down my slit. I’m so wet I’m practically dripping and he spreads my wetness all around my pussy and up onto my clit. He starts massaging my clit real slow while he starts nibbling on my ear. Before I know it, he’s got my bra unclipped and off with the blouse.

I’m standing there in front of a wall of windows in my high heels with my skirt up around my hips and breasts hanging out for all to see. I am ready to cum, but suddenly self-conscious. I look at the building across the street to see if anyone is there.

That’s when I see you in your office, at your desk, just staring at me. I don’t know what to do. The man behind me has me completely in his hands. I want to cover up but I also ipekyolu escort want to cum. I see the look on your face as you watch me. You are shocked, but you are not turning away. In fact, you are watching with much interest.

The man behind me sees you too. He starts grabbing my other breast and massaging it as he picks up the pace on rubbing my clit. I moan. Oh, god. I decide to go with it. I decide it’s even hotter to have another man watching me get masturbated. I moan again and lean back into the man. I feel his hard-on getting harder.

I’m going to cum, I pant.

No, not yet, the man behind me says. He stops rubbing my clit.

No! I need to cum! I say. Please don’t stop.

Not yet.

I see you stand up from your desk and walk over to your window. You obviously want a better view. I see you unzip your pants just as I hear the man behind me unzip his.

Bend over the desk, the man says in a deep, tight voice. Bend over. Now.

I bend over the desk, bracing my hands in front of me and sticking my pussy up towards the man. God I want his cock so bad. I see you have your pants and boxers down around your ankles and your big dick is out and being firmly grasped by your hand. Your shirt is parted around your dick and you are staring at me intently. You start pumping your dick, back and forth, slow.

I want you to watch him the whole time, the man behind me says. He reaches his hand around so he is fingering my clit again. Are you ready for this? he asks.

Yes!

He takes the head of his dick and starts circling it around my wet hole while he still rubs my clit. Are you ready for this?

Yes! Fuck me!

I see you pumping faster now. The man behind me takes his finger away from clit, grabs my hips and slams his hard cock all the way in me. I scream out. Fuck! He starts pumping fast and hard, god he is so fast and hard. I’m screaming and screaming. Fuck! Yes, fuck me! God I’m so wet and it feels so fucking iskenderun escort good.

I feel my orgasm starting to build again. I start moaning and moaning now. I feel it starting in my cunt and then moving up into my uterus. I feel the contracting starting and I moan long and low.

Keep your eyes open! the man behinds me barks. Open your mouth and stick your tongue out. He wants to imagine you are sucking his cock right now.

I look at you. You are pumping yourself so hard now. You have your other hand bracing yourself against the window, and your dick is pointed straight at me.

Keep your tongue out, the man barks again. He reaches his right hand up and grabs my breast, hard. Oh! He then pulls my nipple out and pinches it, hard. OOOH! I grimace in pain. It hurts, but it feels so fucking good. He is slamming so hard into me now I can’t keep up with him. My hands keep sliding forward on the desk, and I have to keep pulling them back to keep myself up. He has lost control of his rhythm and he’s slamming and slamming into me. I love that he has lost control. I see you are out of control too, and you open your mouth and scream out but I can’t hear you. I see your cum shoot out and hit the window in front of you. I see it dripping down the window.

That puts me over the edge and I start cumming too, I am moaning so loud and long. Onnnh. Onnnh. I feel the orgasm wave throughout my body. Ooooonnnnh. Oooonnnh. Everything starts contracting and I’m moaning and moaning. The man behind me loses all control then and I feel his dick twitching inside me as he shoots his load. He is crying out now and he is cumming so hard, pumping all he has into me. He collapses against me, but I’m still cumming. I push back against him, still contracting around his dick. Ooooonh. Ooooonh. You are still watching me, still holding your dick in your hand. I’m suddenly sorry you had to shoot your cum at the window. I wish I could have had your cock in my mouth when you came.

I smile as my orgasm starts to diminish. The man behind me is panting. I keep smiling because he is just a man. He was in control before, but now, he is just another man who will always lose control over a wet pussy and a woman moaning out her orgasm. I smile at you. I think this is the beginning of a very enjoyable time in my life.

There was just something about my new neighbour. When she stopped in with a thermos of espresso to introduce herself, I was impressed by her friendliness. I wasn’t intending to think impure thoughts – I’m a very straight-laced guy – they just suddenly occurred. After all I had been celibate since my beloved wife passed away six years earlier… Two days before my 23rd birthday and two months before she was to turn 21. Sex had, for recent years, seemed an insult to our deep love and short but passionate marriage. Cheating is perhaps a bit extreme, but that’s how it felt.

“Hi, neighbour! My name’s Jane! Feel like a coffee?” She chirped.

She couldn’t possibly be much older than twenty-one herself. I gestured with a sweeping arm her to enter and nodded, my voice stolen by her captivating presence. She wore tight, light blue short shorts, and a pale yellow tank top that highlighted her perfect breasts. She was hotter than most Hollywood actresses! Her medium length brown hair was tied back in a ponytail, and as she entered, she playfully blew a strand out of her face.

“Well.”

I cleared my throat and preyed I could string a sentence together.

“I guess we’ll need mugs?”

She frowned and nodded with a grin. I strode to the kitchenette and grabbed two mugs, rinsing them briefly. It was then that it happened. I guess I just sort of glanced at her legs briefly, but her close proximity made me have a spontaneous orgasm. And due to my six year abstinence – apart from a handful of self-stimulations over Sports Illustrated Covergirl Specials on late-night HBO – it was four or five times the volume. Sperm began to create a huge wet patch in my cotton cargo shorts.

“Did you splash yourself with girne escort sink water?” She innocently asked, deftly removing a fresh napkin from inside her bra. “Here, allow me.”

She moved so fast I couldn’t really stop her. As she squatted before me, I released again, and this time it seeped through the fabric. Hell, it was the height of summer on the east coast, and I was relaxing on the couch with a diet Pepsi. I was alone until a few minutes ago. Besides, lots of guys go commando, especially when they are just hanging around the house.

She went to move the napkin towards my bulging, wet crotch and then stopped, frowning again. Sweet Jane, I thought. Will you take my hand? You have already taken my breath and resolute resolve to remain celibate. There I go again, I chided myself internally. I nearly proposed to the drive through chick’s intercom voice the other week…

“Oh…” She tried not to sound like it was a big deal. “Did I, uh… make you…” The way she trailed off just made me want to hold her gently by the sides of her head and start kissing her deeply. Instead, I summoned up all my courage and knelt in front of her, making eye contact and dumbly nodding, somewhat sadly. “That’s okay,” she countered, leaning in slowly to greet my lips. “Maybe we should…” Planting a soft, soul-redeeming kiss on my lips, I kissed her back. Jane then pushed me backwards onto half a nearby beanbag and straddled my waist. My half-resting member began rapidly becoming erect, at double the normal rate. Is she going to freak on the size, I thought? She must have noticed I’m in need of oversized chinos…

“I feel like such a slut, I don’t even know your name!”

“Call me amazed.” gölcük escort I lowered my hands and rested them on her hips.

“Amazed and grateful.”

Bravely, I unbuttoned her shorts and slipped the front of my palm inside her silky pink knickers. She breathed a barely audible ‘God yes’, kissed me again, and stood up, removing her lower garments. I wasn’t about to look a gift Unicorn in the mouth. I responded, practically tearing my shorts off to present her my solid, soaking manhood.

“A.G. honey! I’m a petite girl! I’m not sure I can accommodate Mr Percival!”

“Try Janie. Just sit on a bit to start with…”

“It’s like a veiny guitar neck!”

“Please, just go slowly. Sit on the tip and see how you go?”

“Mmmmm. Okay then, if you seriously want me.”

“Ough. Argh. Mmmm. Hum-um.”

Jane gingerly rested her lovely vagina at the top of my hard, cumbersome penis. She breathed something again, this time inaudible. With that, she eased down on my sex, roughly half the length of my shaft, and moaned relievedly – grabbing handfuls of my hair. I could feel the walls of her flower blossom and relax, expanding slightly. Jane eased down on the rest of my penis and looked at me searchingly, eyes aflame with the Sunday news. I knew I could go for a fairly long time, but after such an unfairly protracted sexual hiatus, I wasn’t so sure. She then began to grind and gyrate, thighs pushing down on my hip bones, my penis fully inside her.

“A.G. uh, what should I call you, really?”

“Mr Holmes, or Mr Holmes aaaaaaaaaagh.” I joked.

She playfully slapped me on the shoulder.

“Ritchie. Jane, just call me Ritchie.”

With a large breath, göztepe escort she rested her hands on my shoulders and lifted herself serenely off my engorged manhood. She muttered something again, this time with another sexy frown and pouted lips. Ripping my shirt off with a sudden and unusual fit of strength, she dived for my chest and started to lick my nipples. Circling the areola with the tip of her dainty tongue, she brushed the other one with a lovingly slow fingertip. Hoping she would go further south, I held my dick in the middle and slipped it up her tank top repaying the gesture. As soon as she felt this, she began to kiss a trail down my chest and torso until she reached it. Holding it in a somewhat ungainly fashion between her smallish fingers, she squeezed it gently. She kissed the tip and poked her tongue in and out of the large, weeping eye of my penis.

“Suck it, Jane. Suck my cock now, babe.”

I had experienced a few bad head jobs, due to my size – but this cute, young, hottie was pretty damn good. She went fast, then slow, wanked it, then stopped. When she swirled and swished the surface of her tongue against the underside of my shaft, that was nearly curtains. I leaned forward as she frantically licked the head and whispered in her perfectly formed ear;

“Just a bit more, hon… you – are – so… good at that.”

When the orgasm first started, the pureness of the pleasure caused me to shoot quickly and in rapid waves. My lovely neighbour nearly swallowed too soon, and coughed a few times, her mouth stretched over the head of my cock. She managed to moan her approval, and I guess, her mouth was so full she either had to or wanted to swallow. A driven stare straight into my eyes as she swallowed with perfect passion and dramatic irony, was all too overwhelming. A single tear escaped the corner of my eye as she rolled the taste around on my tongue. Nothing else was said; we retired to the bedroom and kissed for stolen lifetimes, falling asleep in a naked, velvet embrace.

“Um, hello?” Ethan opened the door to see a petite brunette with a small suitcase standing on the front porch. She looked slightly familiar.

She smiled up at him. “Hi, Ethan!” She waited and he continued to stare at her. “You don’t know who I am,” she said with a laugh. “You ought to be more careful with your invites, you never know when someone is just going to show up.”

“Heather?” Ethan blinked. She was so much cuter in person than the picture she had posted online. She had light freckles across her face and arms, she wore a tank top and worn jeans that fit her like a glove.

She smiled again. “Yep! Can I come in?”

“Um, sure…” He stepped back to allow her in and frantically tried to remember if he had said anything about his appearance that might not quite be true. Glasses, blonde hair, he worked out… Most of that was true, he thought grimly and wondered if he hide in his room for a few minutes to do push-ups and sit-ups right now if it would make it look like he did them everyday.

“So this is your place…”

Ethan took a good look at the living room of the house. He and two other bachelors who enjoyed video games and avoiding any real work lived here and it showed. Pizza boxes stacked on the coffee table. Empty beer bottles on the floor. Random clothing items tossed over the sofa and chairs. Ethan cringed.

“My room is much better,” he offered.

“Good! That’s what I’m here for anyways.”

Ethan leaned against the wall, suddenly feeling faint. She really was here for what she promised.

They all played a massive multi player online role playing game. Heather was Lady Coritha in their little guild. She was funny and dependable and a bright spot in the testosterone filled game, especially when it came to grinding out experience and levels for hours on end. Awhile back during a long wait in one of the online dungeons, the talk had turned to sex. How neither of them were getting any even though she was married, his single status was more understandable. And how she really liked sex. It was a shame that her husband didn’t appreciate her as a nymph. Ethan has said he’d never take her for granted. She should come over for a weekend and he’d show her. And here she was.

“Are you okay?” She had set her suitcase down and turned to look at him.

“Uh yeah,” he said. He was afraid to blink and wake up from this dream. Because it had to be a dream. There was no way there was a gorgeous woman standing in front of him that wanted to have sex with him all weekend.

“Dude, who’s at the door?” a voice yelled from down the hall.

“Is that Todd? I recognize his voice from Teamspeak,” Heather said.

“Yeah,” he answered her, his voice squeaking. He cleared his throat and said loudly so Todd could hear him through the walls, “It’s Lady Cori… Heather from the game.”

Something fell over and crashed in the other room. A door creaked open and Todd joined them in the living room.

“Oh my god, Heather!” Todd pulled her into a tight hug, fully pressing her body to his. Ethan began to wonder what they had chatted about online.

She giggled and let herself be slightly groped by him. “It’s good to finally meet you.”

“I can’t believe you’re here. You are here to do what you said, right?”

That confirmed Ethan’s suspicions. He was a bit disappointed that he wasn’t going to have her all to himself. But some Heather was better than no Heather, he decided.

“Yep.” She looked from Todd to Ethan. “Should we work out a schedule or something? I have to leave Sunday night.” It was Friday, that gave them each at least a night.

“I want you first,” Todd growled and hugged her tightly again. Ethan looked at the other man, Todd always got what he wanted. He was taller and looked like gaziemir escort one of those fireman in the calendars women always drooled over. Todd actually did work out at the gym. He was between girlfriends a the moment because he was too lazy to keep up his side of the relationship. Ethan on the other hand was a typical geek and was shy around women.

Heather laughed lightly and pulled away. “I think Ethan called first dibs. Plus if I remember your guild schedule correctly, you have to work tonight.”

Todd groaned, his hands were still on her waist. Ethan was quietly pleased but with the look in Todd’s eyes, he worried his friend would call off work. Ethan vividly remembered his sexual chats online with her, he imagined Todd was having similar thoughts.

“Tomorrow,” she promised him and wiggled out of his grasp. “Your group is probably missing you.” She gave him a pointed look down the hallway.

“Oh shit, we’re in the Karacin desert too.” Todd looked concerned, torn between the game and the sexy nymph in his living room.

“Tomorrow,” she repeated and went to stand by Ethan. Out of character, he slipped his arm around her waist possessively. Todd seemed to get the hint and with one last longing look over Heather’s body, he bolted down the hall to his room and his waiting pissed off online teammates.

“So you were saying about your room?” She grinned up at him and he felt his cock jump at the sensual tone in her voice. If he was dreaming, he didn’t want to wake up.

************

“Much better,” she said as she stepped into his orderly bedroom. The mess downstairs was more Todd and their third roommate Bill’s fault. Ethan preferred to spend most of his non-working hours in here.

“Let me hop out of the game, I was just restocking a few things.” He had left his character in the middle of the town bazaar when the door bell had rung. He scanned over the screen, Todd’s character had sent him a bunch of tells, suggesting sexual acts Ethan should do to her. His face was red as he imagined them. If this was what Todd had been saying to her, Ethan really hoped she wouldn’t be disappointed in him.

She peeked over his shoulder before he could close out the window. “That Todd, he’s a nut.” Her breast brushed against his arm and he took a deep breath.

“Yeah,” he agreed and logged out of the game. Nervously he looked at her, his bed in his peripheral vision. “So how do you want to do this?” He wished he had a better line than that. It was so much easier to be witty when he was typing and not looking directly at the sexy woman.

“Like this.” She put her arms around his neck and leaned in for a kiss. He wasn’t very tall but she was short so she tiptoed a bit. Her body touched his and sent off a thousand nerves endings. She was so warm and soft and his for the night…

As they kissed, Ethan’s mind scrambled to remember their previous conversations. Was there something she didn’t like? Something that drove her wild? She has always been so agreeable with whatever he wanted to cyber. She seemed to like it all. The one thought that stuck out in his befuddled mind was when she had written how she’d like to push him back on his bed and ride him until she came. That one, he wanted her to do that one.

And to his other amazement, she did. She broke off the kiss and gently pushed

him to sit on his bed. Her eyes twinkled as she looked at him. Her cheeks were flushed and her voice was a low seductive whisper, “I can’t wait to do this.” Her hands went to the bottom edge of her tank top and teasing him, pulled it up to bare her flat stomach.

Ethan swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. His jeans were beginning to feel too tight.

Heather pulled the tank top off, shaking gelibolu escort her hair out. Ethan’s eyes were glued to the light blue satin bra covering her breasts. She kicked off her sandals and positioned her legs on either side of his. She slowly pushed him back on the bed and climbed on top of him, on her hands and knees so she wasn’t touching him yet. Her mouth found his again, kissing him hungrily. His hands went to her bare waist, his fingers touching the band of her jeans. He wished they weren’t still on her. The soft satin of her bra brushed his chest briefly before she pulled up again and he wished it wasn’t in the way either. He then realized that he could undress her too, she wasn’t going to say no. There was no “going too far” with her that would cause her to get up and leave. His fingers fumbled with the clasp of her bra. Frustrated he lost the tempo of their kissing.

She laughed and leaned back, her crotch on his thighs. Her weight on his body felt so good, he groaned. She reached back and with an expert flick of the wrist, her bra loosened around her breasts. Ethan watched wide eyed as it fell away revealing two round mounds on her chests with small pink nipples. He was normally an ass man but her breasts were so perfect and perky, he had to touch them. He cupped them and brushed his thumbs over the sensitive tips. Her eyes closed and her head fell back as she moaned. The sound of her pleasure made his dick harden more.

“Mmm, I like that,” she murmured, her tongue darting out of her mouth to lick her lips. Her hands tugged his shirt up, Ethan flinched as his pasty white chest was shown the light of day. She didn’t notice or seem to care as she pressed her bare chest to his. Her lips found his again and his hands went to her back. He reached down further and held her ass through her jeans. With a little tug, her crotch was over his, his hard cock straining at the seams against her. They both groaned at the contact between clothing. Thinking of how good it would feel without the barrier between them, Ethan became more excited. And it was going to happen!

“Take your jeans off,” she ordered, moving to his side. He watched as she knelt and undid the button and zipper of her jeans, a pair of matching blue panties peeked at him. She wiggled them down to her knees before sitting back and pulling them off completely. Her bare thigh brushed his arm as she tossed the pants to the side of the bed. She looked at him expectantly, his thought process completely gone as he took in her body with his eyes.

“What? Do I have to do everything?” she teased and he realized she was waiting for him to undress. With pretend exasperation, she undid his belt and fumbled with the button and zipper of his jeans. His cock leaped out at her, more free to move in only boxers, before the zipper was completely down. She laughed, “At least he’s doing what I want.”

Ethan could only say, “uh yeah.” He sat up slightly and pulled his shirt over his head. He then stripped out of his jeans as quickly as he could. He hadn’t been this far with a girl in months. He knelt on the bed beside her and pulled her nearly naked body to his. Even as nervous as he was, he felt more comfortable with her than he ever had with any other first time with a new girl. Although if one counted all the cyber sex they had typed in the last weeks, this was barely their first time. Their lips met and he groaned as his cock pressed against her belly. He couldn’t keep his hands off her.

“I want you in me,” she said against his lips. “Now.”

“Okay.” He wasn’t going to deny her what she wanted. They fell back against the bed, her on top again. She shimmied down his body, her mouth kissing his chest and stomach. He sucked it in, wishing he had done a gemlik escort few more sit-ups. Her hands grasped the top of his boxers and pulled them down from his cock. It was one of the largest hard-ons he had ever had in his life. She mumbled her approval before her mouth went down on him.

“Oh god,” he groaned as she sucked him. This he hadn’t expected and her warm wet mouth on him was quickly driving him to the brink. He couldn’t remember any woman willingly going down on him before, his last girlfriend would but only with a lot of begging first. Heather seemed to be enjoying it as much as he did, humming in pleasure as she licked and kissed and sucked his cock. He struggled to keep control. But his mind refused to ask her to stop doing such wonderful things to him.

With one last long suck, she let him pop out of her mouth and grinning knelt over him again. She waited until his eyes focused on her and then slipped her panties down to reveal her bare pussy. She had written she shaved and he was so glad that every bit she had written about herself was coming true. She leaned over to her discarded jeans, looking for something in her pocket. He finally got a good view of her naked ass and it didn’t disappoint. Later, he hoped there was a later, he wanted to see more of her backside. Right now, he couldn’t think beyond getting inside her.

She produced a condom, quickly tearing the wrapper. Her concentrated look as she held the slippery condom made him think about what a good team member she always was. She thought of the details and made sure to do them correctly. And thank goodness, he didn’t have a condom in his room and did not want to go down to Todd’s for one.

“Are you ready?” She positioned the tip of the condom on his dick. With both hands, she unrolled it down him, the cool latex feeling quickly replaced with the gentle stroking of her hands.

“Yeah,” he breathed. He realized he hadn’t touched her at all between the legs. Was she ready? He wanted to find out…

“Good, me too,” she whispered, climbing back on top of him. She wasn’t going to give his fingers the pleasure of her pussy first. Her breasts brushed against his chest as she adjusted her position over him. Her hand reached back and guided his dick to her wet hole. He laid there, throbbing, still in disbelief that he was going to have sex with her.

The tip of his dick entered her and it was all he could do not to come on the spot. She put her hands on her chest and lowered herself on him, inch by sensational inch. He looked up at her, her eyes were closed and her mouth was soundlessly opened in a small O. Finally completely inside her, Ethan was too afraid to move, she shuddered and opened her eyes. The look of lust and desire in her eyes was something he hoped to never to forget.

“You feel so good,” she moaned. Her eyes closed again and she began moving up and down over him, using his cock to pleasure herself. He still couldn’t believe that she was doing this. He was fucking this gorgeous sexy woman. His hands went to her hips, his fingers holding her ass. She groaned and let him take the lead for a moment. His hips went up, trying to get in deeper if possible. She gasped and began riding him hard, almost completely out of control. It was all he could do to hold onto her as she moved up and down, grinding herself on him. “Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, I’m coming!”

He lost it. Her frantic moves sent him over the edge. She was still gasping and moaning as he came inside her, holding her hips down on his. He felt his cock explode and twitch as he kept coming, spurting his sperm into the condom. She collapsed against his chest, her face snuggled up against his neck. She made soft mewing sounds as she kept her legs tightly around his, keeping his softening cock inside her. His hands went up to her back and hugged her, not wanting to ever let go.

“That was so good,” she mumbled happily. Her breath tickled his neck and he shuddered, his dick throbbing inside her. She moaned and he thought he had never heard a more perfect sound in the world.

“Yes, it was.”