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Edited by Dark Star. Thanks!

Note: This story, like most the Breaking Clichés stories, is slightly edgier than my other stories. If you absolutely need your erotic stories to be pure vanilla, then I recommend that you read some of my other stories.

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Since that fateful first day with Scarlett, where she rocked my body and my entire world as well as forcing me to acknowledge some of the darker aspects of my psyche, I’ve lived in a sort of trance. I’m fairly sure my students noticed a change in my behavior, or rather my attitude. Many times in class I had to snap out of some spontaneous reverie. Most of the times, the reveries looked exactly like what was happening right in front of my eyes.

This morning Scarlett had woken up before me as usual. I had been really surprised to learn that she was a morning person! After the first few nights we had spent together at her place, she dressed in silence, and in the dark, before going downstairs to the kitchen. Then one morning as she arose from bed, I’d asked her to open the blinds very slightly. I had still been groggy from sleep when I was nearly blinded by daylight. As I settled back comfortably on two pillows, looking at her naked body, Scarlett gave me a huge grin.

By now, this routine had become a morning ritual, and I began most days by admiring the almost unbelievable body of my girlfriend, who was about fifteen years my junior. Never, in my wildest dreams, had I imagined that I would end up with such a young and beautiful girl! Heck, she was exactly the same age as my students! She studied sociology while I taught philosophy, but she has been teasing me with the possibility of taking a philosophy class next semester. “Wanna try and imagine what I would choose to wear to your classes, professor?” she asked last week, grinning, and in that high pitched voice she uses when calling me professor.

This morning I drank in her beauty for two very precious minutes. Scarlett’s body made me think about a highly controlled, but very powerful explosion of femininity and lust. She is rather slender overall, but everywhere it counts, her body looks like it is fighting to constrain some intense pressure. Small feet and delicate shins, her lower legs are lean, but her thighs are definitely well-rounded and smooth. Her hips flare noticeably and her ass looks like two bubbles of champagne. Yet she doesn’t really have wide, womanly hips. All her femininity seems contained, on the verge of being unleashed. Her belly is soft and smooth, right on the demarcation between tight and round, and her waist is definitely small. Sometimes, when the light and angle are just right, Scarlett looks like she is wearing a corset even when completely nude.

Above her waist, on the other hand, is where the containment has failed. Her breasts are fully realized explosions of flesh. A glorious bloom of womanly perfection. I simply couldn’t lie or dissemble about it; Scarlett’s breasts were the first things I noticed when I saw her for the first time. They looked impossible or, at least, fake, but they weren’t. Instead, they were magnificent mammaries of mammoth-sized mammalian flesh. When I told her that a few nights ago, she laughed so hard she collapsed on me. She had been riding my cock, sitting on my supine form. With my hands overflowing with her breasts, my eyes glued to her dancing nipples, the alliteration just popped into my mind and I blurted it out.

This morning, while watching those same gorgeous breasts dancing in front of my eyes, I still was having trouble believing that they existed! Large didn’t even begin to do them justice. They violated every law of man,and nature. They were so exquisite and tempting that they should be declared morally wrong. Either that, or the entirety of men and lesbians should come together to enact a law forcing Scarlett to always walk around topless!

As she finished selecting her bra, she walked slowly toward me, making her breasts jiggle from side to side. I don’t know how she did that while barely moving her shoulders. It was as if her breasts had a life and a mind of their own. I should talk about that possibility with my colleagues in artificial intelligence research: “Hey guys! Do you think that breasts can be intelligent?” I chuckled softly at the thought as Scarlett knelt over me, and brought one of her breasts within reach of my mouth. As I sucked her nipple into my mouth, my entire body polarized and arched toward her. Her sweet aroma, the softness of her skin against my face and her already hard nipple in my mouth… I was ready, completely and without reservation, to die right there with a big grin on my face, but I didn’t, of course. However, as I raised my arms to grab her, I realized that she had placed her hands on either side of me, using the blanket to pin me against the bed. “I have an early class today, love. I’ll be back soon, and if you promise me you won’t get up from that bed, I’ll let you watch as I dress.”

Thus, the casino şirketleri tradition began. I saw her put on a set of Axami lingerie, a mix of black and white and pink that really, really worked for her. The bra had a snow white background over which a black floral designed was laced. There were a few pink accents and ribbons that popped up brightly over the black and white. Her panties were similarly styled, but there the lace wasn’t sown in completely and so floated freely. It wasn’t transparent at all, although it let you think that it was. When she attached the garters to her hose, the effect was amazing.

Before I could stare at her for hours, she had put on a skirt, a light shirt, and was gone, blowing me a kiss before disappearing down the stairs. A few minutes later, she was out the door, and I found myself all alone in the house she was renting. It was very small and very old, but it was also very cozy. Her bedroom took the entire second floor, trapped as it was between the sloping walls of the roof. Switching on the light, I looked at the wall of wardrobe in front of me. She had left the drapes, which she used in place of doors, fully open and I was stunned at the amount of clothes Scarlett had. In the first few weeks I spent with her, I had discovered her expansive collection of clothing and lingerie. From leather, to spandex and latex, all the way to cotton and wool, Scarlett had amassed a very impressive collection. Just about everything she owned was sexy, and a large part of it was outrageously sexy.

In the far corner, I could see the leather top she had worn at the auto show. Even with all the time I’ve spent with her since that day, I sometimes doubt that day had really happened. I had originally met Scarlett as one of the environmentalist hippies at a rally, where she had mocked me and my muscle car. She had gotten the better of me on that day, paralyzed as I had been by the sight of her magnificent breasts. Then, a few days later, we met again in my college’s library, and this time I was ready for her easy arguments. When I realized that she was trying to seduce me in order to distract me, I kept going and decimated her arguments. After that, I invited her to the car show I was participating in and left. She actually came, dressed like a heavy metal fantasy, and that was the meeting that changed my life.

Today, I got up from the bed naked and knelt in front of the many boxes of lingerie again. It felt strange rummaging through her most personal items, but I knew I was welcome to do it. In fact, I was more than welcome. One morning, out of the blue, Scarlett told me something that took me by surprise: “John, from now on you get to decide what I wear.” She had told me that standing at the foot of the bed, completely naked in the morning light. Of course I didn’t do it everyday, but when I decided to, Scarlett was forced to wear what I wanted.

There were some exceptions of course, with her family and a few old friends, but otherwise I had free reign. Since then, it had been a thrill to ask her to dress very sexily on a few occasions when it made her feel a bit anxious.

I took a deep breath inside one of my favorite bras, an Empreinte Irina Demi Bra in deep plum color. After savoring her scent, I looked at the tag, already knowing what I would find: 34F. That was just unbelievable. Licking my lips, I replaced the bra and put on a pair of jeans, with nothing underneath. Since hooking up with Scarlett I had begun to follow her trend of dressing as lightly as possible when we were alone together. It had been strange, but since she sometimes tried to wear less clothing than I did, it motivated me to dress very lightly indeed.

When I walked down to the kitchen, I saw that she had left her panties on a chair, with a note on the table: “I finally decided not to wear them. Think of me today! Scarlett. Xxx” Below that teasing note she had added: “P.S. Do you think I should tell my psycho-sociology professor that I’m not wearing anything under my skirt? Send me a text! 🙂 ” I laughed out loud, getting my phone from my pocket. A quick “Yes” later, I imagined my colleague, poor old Ferdinand, reacting to the sight of my girlfriend’s pussy flashing from underneath her desk.

As I finished my breakfast, as I looked around Scarlett’s house, I felt a remarkable amount of gratitude towards that girl. I didn’t feel worthy of such a fantastic body, or of such a naughty and playful mind, but the most surprising part of it all was that my intuition about her had been right. After our first bout of incredibly intense sex inside and outside of my old Charger, I had a feeling that Scarlett was going to be more to me than just an amazing sex partner. Now I knew that I wanted more than just her body, I wanted her. I was falling in love with her more and more everyday, despite the fact that I used to believe that older men falling for younger women were nothing more than lechers. Oh, how little did I know!

My mind spent casino firmalari the entire day wandering through erotic images of Scarlett, either fantasized or remembered. I brought her panties with me, leaving them in my bag. The bag was with me during my class, and just knowing that they were there lightened my mood through the long and rather boring, but mandatory historical portion of the course. Such historical information was sometimes necessary, but seemed to me to detract from actual philosophical work. In any case, I lived through it, like I do every year, looking forward to an evening alone with Scarlett.

During dinner she told me about her little experiment, as she called it, during her morning class with Ferdinand. Apparently the poor old fellow’s face had turned quite red. Lucky for her she had controlled her laughter, but she could hear the students behind her talking. They hadn’t seen her opening her legs too wide as she bent down to get something in her bag, but instead believed that Ferdinand had simply looked at her cleavage too long. In fact, he had been looking much lower than that. He had remained red faced and flustered for quite a while and spent the rest of the class pointedly not looking at her. Even when she asked a question, legs demurely crossed, he managed to answer without looking into her eyes, or anywhere else for that matter.

As I watched her laugh, I knew that she was enjoying herself a lot. One of the things that surprised me the most as I discovered more and more about Scarlett, was that the remarkable confidence she had about her body and her sexuality was relatively new to her. When I first met her, despite her youthfulness, she seemed like a woman in full control of her body, appearance and the effect it had on men. She was largely in control, but she hadn’t been for long. She used to see her large breasts as the bane of her existence. That persisted until one of her boyfriends, quite a few years older than she and a true breast lover, had shown her just how much power she could wield over men.

She had dumped him a few months into their relationship, a little over a year ago now, but his presence in her life had changed everything. At first she considered her breasts as gifts boys and men had to work to deserve, giving her a lot of power. Soon though, Scarlett saw this game as quite childish. Since then, it was the interplay of power between lovers that drove and fascinated her. In the case of her psych-sociology professor, Ferdinand hadn’t been up to the challenge. Then again, before meeting her, I would have said the same thing about me. The way she managed to get under my skin and force me to unleash desires that had been there all along, unbeknownst to me, was both exciting and puzzling.

“I have an idea!” she said, bringing me back to the present. “Why don’t we go and see that new movie tonight?”

“The one about the serial murderer?” I asked, already fairly certain that she was taking about that one.

“Yep!” she replied.

“Isn’t that a horror movie?” I asked.

“Yes. Is that a problem for you?” she paused, seeing my hesitation. “What? Are you saying you’re afraid of horror movies? Isn’t your impressive rational mind up to the task of protecting your from base, irrational fears?” she asked, grinning at me.

I grinned, not rising to the bait. “Be that as it may, it’s entirely possible that I don’t like such movies, just like you don’t like Jazz music. What’s up with that anyway? Everybody loves classical Jazz!” was my retort.

“Ha!” she laughed, seeing right through my attempt at deflection. “Oh my God! You’re really afraid of horror movies!” she said, incredulous that such a thing could be so.

She got up from the table and told me that there was a late showing at 9:30. We had plenty of time to get there. Scarlett then kissed me on the head and bounced up to her room to change, not even waiting for my answer. Still at the table, I grinned, shaking my head. Luckily for me, I wasn’t all that afraid of horror movies, but I was also aware that my rational mind wasn’t always up to the task of controlling my emotions. I sighed and groaned, knowing that it was going to be a rough night.

Little did I know just how rough it was going to be.

At the very least, I intended to maximize my own enjoyment tonight. Still at the table, I called to Scarlett: “Do you think that you’re allowed to dress yourself tonight?”

I smiled as I heard a quick, very light titter coming from her room. Then, after a brief pause, she replied: “Of course not. I’m completely nude and waiting for you.”

I grinned, knowing that she wasn’t completely nude, but I was now hearing her undressing quickly. I could have told her: “Wait for me to choose what you’ll wear!”, but I didn’t. By asking her if she thought she was allowed to choose, I was bringing us both into this world of domination and submission she so loved. I was pretty sure she was grinning right now, undressing güvenilir casino in her room.

As I climbed the stairs slowly, making sure each of my footsteps thumped loudly, I closed my eyes briefly, my mind savoring in advance, the sight I was going to discover. Standing at the top of the stairs, I turned and looked at Scarlett, who was now completely nude indeed. She was standing straight, her hands behind her back and her legs crossed, which emphasized the curves of her hips.

Her breasts didn’t need any emphasis, but I knew she was arching her upper body, pushing those massive mounds upwards and toward me. She had even placed herself so that the mirror on the wall would allow me to see her from the back as well.

Her head was inclined slightly downward and to the side, affecting a subtle, but very submissive pose. Scarlett was anything but a submissive person in real life, but playing one in our sex life was one of her biggest turn-ons.

I didn’t say a word, just admired her beauty for a couple of minutes. This silence, relatively long as I stared at her shamelessly, would have made most women and all girls feel very nervous. Scarlett simply stood there, the intertwined flow of her curves all present for me to see. During those minutes, I vowed to bury my face between her ass cheeks as soon as I was able. The strangest part of it all was that I could have done it right then and there. I could have asked her to turn around and lay down on the bed, ass up. I very nearly did! Instead, I controlled my urge and turned toward her clothes.

I selected a dress that was way too fancy for the movies, but I didn’t care. The first time I had seen it on the clothes hanger a few weeks ago, I couldn’t even figure out how it was supposed to be worn, but given that it was long and didn’t contain all that much fabric, I chose it for tonight. It was bright red, cut very strangely, and I couldn’t wait for Scarlett to put it on in front of me! After laying it on the bed, walking very close to Scarlett’s magnificent naked body, I resisted temptation again and went back for lingerie.

First, I selected an equally bright red bra from Aubade, called Belle en Cavalle. It took me a minute to figure out that this was a quarter cup bra, and that it wouldn’t even cover her nipples. Was it decent? Not at all. Had she chosen to go see a horror movie? Yes. And had she given me permission to choose her clothing? Yeppirs. When I threw it on the bed, I heard Scarlett sigh as she saw it. It was probably a bra she wore exclusively for sex and foreplay, but that sigh couldn’t go by unchallenged.

I stood up slowly and walked right up to her. “Is there a problem?” I asked. She simply shook her head, keeping her eyes cast downward as we played our game. “I certainly hope not! Are you afraid your nipples are going to poke through the dress?” I asked. She nodded. “Good! I plan on stimulating them all night long, and give all the other people at the cinema a sight to remember.” I growled in a whisper into her ear.

As I turned back to the lingerie boxes, I grinned. I was beginning to like this domination and submission game. Standing up, I said that she would wear the panties she had left on the table this morning, which I had carried with me all day. Looking up, she grinned at the thought of her panties being with me today. A couple of minute later she was dressed, and the sight was breathtaking to behold.

The dress had only one shoulder, as the stretching material curved down and under her other arm. There was an open circle exposing her skin on her left side and waist, and the long dress had a single cut on her right side that went fairly high on her thigh. The dress flowed down very low, but the slit made it so that her leg tattoo was easily seen. The tattooed anklet and chain was rising up and around her calf and bloomed into an explosion of black roses on her thigh. The dress seemed to be made explicitly to display her tattoo. Up top, the bra happened to match the dress’ color exceedingly well, as the reds fit and the visible bra strap added to the effect.

Scarlett whispered: “Wow! That’s a very nice combination.”

“Of course! I chose it for you.” I said, winking at her through the glass.

She grinned back and turned to kiss me on the lips. Looking at the mirror again, seeing the both of us, she said: “I look like an escort!”

“Yes, like a thousand dollar an hour escort!” I said, laughing.

“Yes, and this escort has to take it all off now.” She laughed when she saw my face. “Oh, poor thing!,” she said, teasing me. “You think I don’t want to wear it? Of course I do, but I really want to take a shower first. A long shower.”

We went back downstairs and I grabbed my book while I was waiting for her. She really did take a long shower, and I had no idea why, but when she paraded naked in front of me before going back up to her room, I forgot to ask. Soon, she came back down dressed as she had been earlier, but with one addition. Above her tattoo, high on her thigh, she had wrapped a fine silver chain. It hugged her skin very snugly in a circle, but on the outside of her leg there was an additional chain that looped down. It was very delicate and extraordinarily sexy.

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I never imagined that on my 18th birthday, I would be deliciously fucked until I screamed.

******10 hrs Earlier******

I’ve been up since the crack of dawn staring at the Diamond Pendant from Bloomingdale’s in its box that fell out of a large envelope and at the message that came along with it.

‘Sorry I won’t be able to make it hun. I will be away on business. See you when I get back. I hope you like your gift. Happy Birthday. ~mom~’

I toss the card down with a sigh and lift the pendant out of the box to look at it.

I don’t know why I set myself up for this type of disappointment. It’s the third time she has copped out on seeing me for my birthday. It’s been like this since she and my dad got divorced. She opted to take him for every dime he was worth after catching him fucking Cynthia his secretary.

Luckily, I was nowhere near their messy divorce, since I live at school. Yup, you guessed it. I’m the proud student of St. Catherine’s all girls’ boarding school. I’ve been here since sixth grade. I’ve since grown accustomed to the simple parental hang ups and cop-outs. And they know it. So, as a consolation prize of guilt and feeling they can replace their affection with money, momma bear gifted me with a new necklace to go with the studs I got for my award ceremony last month. I should be jumping with joy right?

Wrong!

This means simply I will be in the tug of war again between the two of them.

I say this as I stare at example

, Mother Superior handed to me last night.

My new American Express Black Card. Yes you heard it right. I have the Black. (The key to exclusivity and prestige; I won’t be able to use, since I’m in a boarding school) with my name on it.

How convenient! I say that with lifeless sarcasm and sadness.

‘Go wild with it Princess…I will see you when I get back. Happy Birthday. I love you’ ~Dad~

The slight knock on my door pulls me away from my thoughts as I look up and see Amanda my roommate, poke her head through the door.

“Are we awake?”

“Barely.” I respond placing my box on my night stand as she comes over and plops face first on my bed.

“How did your night go,” I scoot back against my pillows.

“It was fucking hot and erotic,” she mumbles and squeals as I slap her on her ass.

“You slept with her?” I squeak with excitement as she sits up and gives me her devilish look.

“Sleep?… Was not on our minds.” She turns over on her back. “Oh my God she was super sexy with massive tits and eats pussy like you wouldn’t imagine. I swear I can still literally feel her tongue in me,” she moans covering her face with my pillow.

My ears feel hot as I envision it all and begin to laugh. I sit and listen as she tells me all the juicy deets of her night. She has been flirting with this new student Jazmine for two months now. She is all she seemed to fantasize about since she met her in English lit. Being roommates with her is a wild ride and hearing about her sexual escapades is entertaining and intriguing to hear. Although we have fooled around some since we have met, it’s never been concrete what we feel for one another. We have an open platonic friendship that just geared towards physical affection in our time of need for sexual release.

“So, what’s your plans for the day?” she chirps tossing the pillow in my face.

It’s what I would like to know. I haven’t really thought about it. That’s my dilemma. I know it’s weird to not know what to do for your 18th birthday but I’m stuck in a boarding school with nowhere to go.

“It’s your birthday let’s get wild tonight,” she beams and smiles up at me.

I lower my head. In all honesty, I don’t feel like celebrating it.

“I don’t know,” I sigh.

“Come on. It’s your 18th birthday let’s get crazy.” she shakes me and tackles me to the bed.

Why not? I finally CAN get wild and crazy I’m 18 now. WOOHOO!

“So what did you have in illegal bahis mind,” I settle into my pillows while she looks down at me.

“Hmmm …what to do on your 18th birthday that conveniently fell on father Fridays lap? The weekend is upon us young lady.” She tickles me.

I’m clueless… personally I don’t go anywhere.

“Wanna sneek out tonight?” she says wiggling her brow.

I swallow hard and look at her. “Really? We’re gonna start off that strong and risk getting in trouble?”

She gives a devilish grin. “Oh yea.”

“Ok.” I shrug. Why not? I lift my card in my hand.

“How quick will this get us into town and what can we do?”

The dumbfounded look on her face is priceless. “That’s not what I think it is, is it?”

“Yup…it is,” she gasps and yanks it out of my hand.

“Any limit?” she stares at it then looks at me.

“I’m the child of two competitive wealthy divorced parents that wants to win my affection. Nope…no limit,” I stood up from my bed and walked over to my walk in closet.

“We are so fucking gonna party tonight,” she jumps off my bed and tackles me in the closet. In a heap of clothing and flying limbs we crumple to the floor in giggles and laughter.

“But first, I wanna give you your present, Hope,” She sobers down then and her hand glides slowly down my stomach into my waistband and settles on my pussy. I give into the gesture and my legs go lax letting her fingers roam freely as she lowers her lips to mine. The kiss was sensual, tender and sweet then she pulled away from my lips to press them down my neck. My ears grew hot as she pressed her lips over my collarbone and slid my top over my breast to take my hardened nipple into her mouth. She sucked it gently while her other hand squeezed and caressed my other breast.

My heart raced and my insides clenched it felt so good. Slowly she pulled away and helped me out of my P.J. bottoms and panties then pressed my legs apart. I felt giddy and so horny as she settled between my legs and pressed my knees to my chest and spread my lips wide.

“Look at this messy deliciousness,” she moaned and I just about lost it as I felt her press her lips to my core and kissed me just before gliding her tongue slowly through it. In no time she had me moaning and panting as she licked me with a tantalizing slowness; it was driving me insane.

I bit my lips to keep from screaming as she sucked on my pussy and pressed her fingers slowly into me. Propped up against all the clothing and spread wide, I watched her fingering my pussy and devouring my clit. I could feel my insides clench around her finger and was getting so close to the end that I began to shake and whimper along with her until my release barreled down on me with a force that left me breathless and dazed.

I lay there boneless with a smile on my lips as she lapped up my juices that dripped from me. Then she collapsed beside me and kissed me passionately and pulled away. “Happy Birthday, Hope.”

I won’t lie; it was the greatest birthday present yet, aside from the necklace and the black card. But my birthday wasn’t over just yet. We had finally made it, after sneaking out after everyone got ready for bed. With some convincing bribes of doing laundry and homework for our personal look out, we caught a cab and headed into town.

My eyes began to adjust immediately to the light as we entered a local club. The club was bigger than I had expected—a lot bigger. We walked over towards the bar and sat down on the stools as the bartender smiled and placed two glasses before us. The neon orange arm bands were proof enough that we were old enough to get in but not old enough to drink but it was no surprise that somewhere down the line later on that evening I would be light headed and ladled with alcohol thanks to Amanda.

Sometime had passed when a guy pulled her onto the dance floor and I sat at the bar observing everyone.

Then my illegal bahis siteleri eyes caught this cute guy staring at me on the side. He grinned and started negotiating his way through the crowd toward my end of the bar. I watched him with growing interest as he approached me. He leaned in gently towards my ear and softly raised his fingers to my hands and asked me to dance. The warmth of his hand was startling as he slipped his fingers between mine. I said nothing; merely flashed him a soft smile and he helped me off the stool and walked with me onto the dance floor.

Soon we were dancing to about every song and slowly the music and the moment swept through us. Then, I suddenly found myself making out on the dance floor with him. It was hot and sinful and I loved it.

“Let’s get out of here,” he whispered in my ear as his hand ran down my down to my hips. I am not sure if it was the liquid courage pumping through my veins but I boldly accepted and let him lead the way.

The time it took to leave the club and end up in a posh and luxurious hotel lobby waiting to get a room was fast that that my head was spinning. I couldn’t believe I was alone with a total stranger. But I couldn’t stop. Not now. Not when every inch of my body was of fire anxious for him to touch me. He was sex personified in every sense of the word and he had me literally melting in my panties with his sexy grin and gorgeous green eyes.

‘No names, no questions,” he whispered as he slid the key card into the door, opened it and pulled me into the room with him and closed it.

In the dim lit room we made quick work of our time as we groped and kissed each other and discarded our clothes. I was finally down to just my lace panties and he in his boxers stepped back and looked at me with gorgeous hungry eyes.

“You look so damn sexy,” he whispered just before his lips came crashing down on mine. His large hands caressed my trembling body with surprising gentleness as if I were something delicate. And his kiss had a finesse to it that had my lace panties getting slowly soaked. I was beneath him in a blink of an eye as his lips made their exploring descent down my body in open mouth kisses.

I moaned and my body trembled as his teeth made contact with my panties as he pulled them down my thighs slowly until they reached my ankle and he pulled them off.

My heart was thudding as he lifted my legs and spread them. He looked at my now very moist pussy with an intense appreciative gaze. I could feel my ears getting hot and I began nibbling on my lips in anticipation. The only boy I’ve ever been with that popped my cherry was when I was sixteen so it’s been a while. And somehow. He knew.

His eyes darkened with lust as I felt his fingers gently part my pussy lips. Then he buried his face in my pussy and began licking it eagerly. I writhed and moaned as he devoured my pussy until I was a quaking mess of tingling nerves and on the verge of losing my mind.

“God I want to be inside you,” he groaned and slid off the bed quickly and reached for his pants and pulled out a foil square. Protection! Yes…My heads were in the clouds. How could I be so stupid to forget about that? Relieved and still tingling I leaned up on my elbows and watched as he slid it over his massive erection.

I lay there in haze as he slowly crawled above me. His gorgeous eyes intently held my gaze, sparkling gems of seduction and promise as he parted my legs with his and lathered his cock with my juices just teasing my hole with the tip. Inch by slow inch he pressed into me until he filled me up then he pulled out then pressed back in. An involuntary gasp left my lips as he began to pump with slow undulating thrusts. His lips were hot and sweet on mine as he fucked me and ground his pelvis to mine.

“Shit, you fucking feel amazing,” his voice was so sexy as he groaned and pressed his lips to my ears. He glided in and out of my slickness and canlı bahis siteleri I was getting wetter and could feel my juices sliding down my ass. He pressed into me and reached for my butt cheeks and squeezed them lifting me up more for better angle as he pumped harder with a steady rhythm.

I was floating and clenching hard on him and whimpered when he pulled out of me and pulled me around to all 4’s. He kissed my back and leaned over me from behind and nibbled on my ear as he slid his cock through my wetfolds all the way up to my rosette teasing it with his head.

I clenched with resistance. But he glided his fingers through my pussy and worried my swollen bud at the same time, making me tremble with want, despite his probing cock at my ass.

“Don’t worry I’ll be gentle,” he crooned sexily.

I shook my head but pushed back a little on his warm head despite myself. It has never been something of interest to me to try anal sex. But with him playing with my pussy and asshole, I couldn’t resist. I just wanted something. Anything. In me right now.

He continued playing with my wet pussy and smearing its juices around my rosette. He was so gentle as he pressed into me slowly then stopping and waiting for me to adjust to his size until he fully impaled me. “That’s it relax for me baby.”

I groaned as I felt magnificently stretched and his cock throbbed in my ass. He kissed my neck and nibbled on my ear. His husky voice murmured erotic smutty things as he began to pump in and out of me slowly. I was getting hot and wetter, I met him thrust for thrust as he gently pulled me up and held me kneeling and cradled onto his thighs. It made for a delicious deeper contact as I ground my hips down and rode his cock into my asshole enjoying it rub in and out of me. He pinched and rolled my nipples in his fingers intensifying the sensation.

“Oh shit! Right there, sweetheart.” He groaned grabbing my hips as he took over and drove steadily into me that I cried out in need. I was done for as my orgasm came quick. I could feel his cock throb and jerk as he held me tight going through his release with a sexy guttural groan. We collapsed on the sheets, sated and exhausted with his cock semi-hard and still in me. We fell asleep.

It wasn’t until sometime throughout the night in the early hours of the morning, he pumped into my ass once more and fucked me so passionately and caressed me until we were panting, moaning and writhing on the bed towards completion.

When I finally fully woke up the next morning he was gone. He left only a rose and a note.

“Last night was amazing. Happy belated birthday by the way,” I giddily smiled to myself.

I can’t really recall all my drunken conversations with him but it was sweet that he remembered. I noticed the time and realized I was dead and in deep shit. But it didn’t matter. The punishment to follow a night like last night was worth it.

I got ready and left waving a taxi down. The whole ride back to school I was lost in my thoughts. I never imagined that on my 18th birthday, I would be deliciously fucked until I screamed.

When I finally walked into the school and quickly went to my room to change, the brief knock came with the news that Mother Superior was furious with me and wanted to see me immediately in her office. So, I took the walk of shame towards the oak door at the end of the hall; smiling to myself with the soreness between my legs and the dull ache in my ass. I stood before the door and knocked. I was granted entry and I walked in.

My gaze immediately fell on hers as she stood with a very disgruntled look on her face as she chastised me on my behavior and belted out my punishment in a soft authoritative voice. Amongst the 10 Hail Mary’s and 15 Our Father’s for penance, I will spend detention with the new History teacher. My gaze lowered to the gentleman sitting with his back turned to me. Then he turned to face me.

Familiar eyes held mine and slowly darkened with a knowing sparkle. My insides clenched as I bit back a gasp.

My History teacher was none other than Mr. Sex God personified in the flesh.

Happy Birthday to me, indeed.

With many more to cum…

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Mari knew that Bobby could both see and hear her from his cubicle. Bobby was an average guy, kind of quiet. He was all business with all the office girls and Mari was bound and determined to get Bobby to play “office” with her one evening after work.

Mari started with subtle things. One day, she undid her blouse a couple of buttons. She had worn her plunging black lace push up bra that day, so with the buttons undone, the curves of her breast were well displayed. Mari saw Bobby look up and catch the show. He tried not to be obvious but couldn’t keep from looking at her tits every few minutes. Mari rose up a little and reached for something on her desk, to give Bobby a better look. She heard him drop his papers and scramble for them. She giggled to herself. When she sat back down, she said softly, but loud enough for Bobby to hear, “oh my God, my blouse is undone!” Mari then slowly buttoned back up, watching Bobby out of the corner of her eye.

A couple of days later, Mari rushed into the office. She was wearing a brown suede miniskirt with a white sleeveless sweater. Mari pulled Cindy into her cubicle and said, “Cindy, damn, I forgot to wear a bra. Can you tell?” Cindy stepped back, “I think you’ll be okay Mari, as long as your nipples don’t get hard. I know güvenilir bahis how you are when you’re thinking about sex… keep your thoughts clean and you’ll be fine.” Cindy giggled as she walked off. Mari made sure her nipples stayed hard most of the day, and Bobby made sure to check often. Mari knew her plan was heading in the right direction. At the end of the day, Mari walked over to Bobby’s cubicle.

“Bobby, could I ask you for a favor,” Mari asked while posing provocatively, arching her breasts to display her erect nipples. “Uh, sure… Mari… what, what, how can I do you… I mean… can I do you… I mean… what, can I do for you?” Bobby managed to finally get out. Mari giggled, “Bobby, you are so silly. What I wanted to ask you was, I mean, if you have free time tonight… I have to work on an assignment that is due tomorrow. Could you stay and help me?” Bobby was quick to answer yes.

Mari walked back to her cubicle allowing enough space between her and Bobby so that he could watch the swing of her hips. She had a chair already sat next to hers and she turned to face bobby as she slowly sat in her seat. She purposely kept her eyes on his while she sat down with her legs parted. Bobby about tripped setting down next to her. “Bobby, guess what?” türkçe bahis Mari asked seductively. “What, Mari?” Bob asked, feeling his temperature rise. Mari leaned over to Bobby and placed her hand on his inner thigh, and as she slid it up towards his crotch she said, “Everybody in the building is gone, Bobby.” As she said, “Bobby,” she let her hand rest on the firm bulge in his pants.

Mari told Bobby that she had been having a fantasy in which Bobby was her boss and that they had stayed late on night after work and had an evening of naughty play time. Mari asked Bobby if he wanted to play “Naughty Boss” with her, he nodded his head as Mari stood up and began unbuttoning her blouse. “Get naked then, you naughty boss,” Mari ordered Bobby.

Bobby obeyed and was completely naked in less than a minute, standing there with his hands over his erect dick. “Okay, Bobby… play naughty with me,” Mari teased as she slipped out of her skirt, leaving only a pair of black lace panties and bra on.

Bobby, still a little nervous to be naked at the office, sat down on the chair and pulled Mari onto his lap. He undid her bra and enjoyed sucking Mari’s hard nipples while she stroked his cock with her hands. “Oh Bobby, I’ve been wanting to get my hands on your stiff prick güvenilir bahis siteleri ever since I first laid my eyes on it,” Mari said. Mari’s firm grip on Bobby’s cock while she stroked had him almost ready to shoot.

“Mari, I want to play hide the dickie with you. You close your eyes and I will hide my dickie and you will have to guess where I hide it.” Mari giggled and closed her eyes. “Are you going to put it in my mouth or my pussy?” Mari giggled as she asked. Bobby pushed her to her hands and knees. He slowly lowered himself onto her, teasingly rubbing his cock on her ass cheeks. “So, Bobby, you like to do it doggie-style?” Mari said teasingly. “No Mari,” Bobby said as he bit her neck and then rammed his hard cock into her anus, “I like to ass fuck.”

Bobby slammed his hard cock in and out as Mari gasped. Mari could feel every inch of his stiff hot dick. “Now Mari, tell me where did I hide my dickie?” Mari gasped as she said, “In my ass, Bobby!” “I can’t hear you Mari, where is my hard cock, Mari?” Bobby demanded while he pinched her nipples in between thrusts. “In my ass, Bobby. Your cock is in my ass,” Mari shouted. “What is my cock doing to your ass, Mari?” Bobby demanded. “You’re cock is fucking my ass, Bobby,” Mari answered breathlessly. “Tell me what to do, Mari,” Bobby ordered. “Fuck my ass, Bobby. Fuck my ass,” Mari repeated until Bobby exploded inside of her with hot sticky cum.

“Mari, you can ask me to stay late anytime,” Bobby said with a satisfied smile on his face.

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Reversal can be fun. Sometimes even enlightening. My name is Tina Adewale, a tall, sexy black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I’m a senior partner and chief at Adewale, Milagre, Dale & Madison, one of the top criminal defense firms in the city of champions. M y husband Jerome Jean-Paul is a police officer. We have two sons and a daughter, and all three of them are in college. I’m also quite into BDSM, and I usually play the role of dominant. I am particularly fond of dominating white chicks who think they’re all that. Make them bow to the power of the black goddess. Today is going to be different. Today I submit.

The person I’m submitting to is a big and tall young black man. Stephen Madison. He’s the nephew of Jerry Madison, the handsome gay black lawyer who co-founded the firm with me ten years ago. Stephen is tall, dark and handsome. Exactly the way I like my men. We met when he came by to visit his uncle one day at the firm. Stephen majors in criminal justice at Bay State College, a private school in Boston. He came to our firm to ask his uncle some advice. He wanted to know if we knew of any law firms which needed an intern. Usually, I select the interns among good-looking and educated young black women at schools like Bridgewater State, Suffolk or UMass-Boston. However, one look at Stephen’s handsome face and sexy body convinced me to give him a chance. My colleague’s nephew became our latest intern.

I didn’t regret my decision to hire him. Stephen wasn’t just easy on the eyes. He was also smart as a whip. All the females at the firm, from lawyers to clients, seemed to like him. He always came to work wearing a white silk shirt, red tie and black silk pants. He had a way of making business attire look sexy. I swear the guy could be a male model if he wanted to. He looked like a younger version of Denzel Washington. Kind of like that hot actor Lee Thompson Young. Yeah, Stephen Madison was one sexy dude. I found myself attracted to him. You see, it had been a while since I had sex with a man other than my husband. More than fifteen years in fact. Yet this twenty-year-old Haitian-American stud was genuinely making my mouth water.

Stephen canlı bahis şirketleri was something else. I decided I had to have him. All the chicks in the law firm wanted a piece of him. And so I did. Seducing this sexy young black man was quite easy for a tall, sexy black woman like me. Young black men like Stephen dream of hooking up with older black women. Especially one like me. I’m in my late thirties yet I’m already a millionaire, and I’m quite powerful too. My name is known in courtrooms across Massachusetts. I’ve kicked the butts of enough prosecutors, corporate lawyers and legal sharks across the state to be hatefully remembered by all of them. Stephen was not what I expected. For starters, he wasn’t the handsome yet naïve guy I thought he was. The guy was smart, ruthless and had the wisdom of a much older person. He knew things which stunned me. I wanted to control him and make him my plaything. He controlled me and made me his bitch. And you know what? I actually liked it.

I found myself doing things for him that I wouldn’t do for any other man. I took him to upscale restaurants and paid for everything. He amazed me with his ballroom dancing skills. The guy was smooth, graceful and ever the gentleman. Yet his eyes were cold. Eerily so. Stephen moved with the grace of a feline predator stalking prey in the jungle. And his golden brown eyes were steely until he smiled. That’s when they became as warm as can be. Truly he was a man of mystery. I decided to welcome him into my secret world of forbidden sexual activities. The world of BDSM. Where I volunteered to be his first slave if he consented to become my first master. Stephen found it challenging and intriguing. And he accepted at once.

Now, to the uninitiated, the world of BDSM is a strange place. They think of men and women in a dungeon, wearing black leather and cracking whips. There’s a lot more to it than that. For example, most people who love BDSM don’t look a thing like the weird freaks you’ve seen in porno movies and documentaries. BDSM fans tend to be normal men and women of all races and backgrounds. I know a Hispanic farmer from Plymouth who’s married to a Japanese canlı kaçak iddaa businesswoman and they’re both really into BDSM. It’s not just for kinky white couples in the suburbs. Lots of black couples, Asians, Middle-Easterners and others love BDSM. I wish the people making the movies and documentaries would show that. Unfortunately, they don’t. Oh, well. I had a lot to teach Stephen. He ended up teaching me a lot as well.

Stephen taught me the fine art of submission. The art of letting go and willingly allow another to have control over me. We started lightly. Stephen would sit in my living room and order me to get him this and that…while wearing a bra and panties. I did it, finding it kinky and different. Later, he would make me kneel before him and suck his toes. It was different but I actually liked it. Later, he tied me up while naked and tickled me with a feather until I begged him to stop. I am really, really ticklish. Stephen laughed and continued to torture me with his ticklish ways until I pissed myself. He gathered my urine in a bowl and made me drink it. That was different, yet I did it. I’m all for trying new things. I begged him to dominate me even more harshly. Well, I asked for it and I got it.

The next time we hooked up, Stephen made me kneel before him and suck his toes. Then he smacked me hard across the face for not doing it right. I called him master and begged his forgiveness. He bent me over his knee and spanked my big black ass with a thick wooden paddle. I screamed as he paddled my ass. Stephen laughed and continued to spank my ass. Until it turned black and blue. That’s when he put me on all fours and bound my hands and feet with thick steel chains. I asked him what he was doing. He smacked me hard for questioning him, then told me he was going to fuck me in the ass. I found that thrilling and nerve-wracking at the same time. Stephen smiled and spread my big black butt cheeks wide open. He applied lube all over my asshole, then slipped a finger inside, then another. I gasped at the intrusion. Stephen laughed and then placed his long and thick, uncircumcised black cock against my asshole. With a swift thrust, he went inside.

I’ve canlı kaçak bahis never been anally penetrated before. This was a new experience for me. I’ve never let my husband Jerome fuck my ass. Hell, even Khadija my first mistress, the Arab woman who taught me about BDSM never got to fuck my ass with her strap-on dildo. Stephen placed his hands upon my hips and shoved his dick deep inside my asshole. A sharp groan escaped my lips as I lost my anal virginity. Stephen asked me how it felt. I simply whimpered, and he continued fucking me. He smacked my big ass as he fucked me, sliding his cock deep into my asshole. I simply lay there and took it, the pleasure and the pain. It was absolutely fantastic.

Stephen told me he loved butt-fucking mature black women like me. He loved taking us face down and ass up. The way we were meant to be taken. How arrogant of him. Why did it turn me so much when he said that? Stephen grabbed my hair and whispered curses into my ears as he butt fucked me. I found myself enjoying the feel of his dick in my asshole. So much that I begged him for more. He asked me why I wanted more. Well, why did I want more? It was obvious at this point. It’s because I enjoyed having a big dick up my ass. Stephen laughed and called me a slut. Then he fucked my ass even harder. After fucking me for a good half hour, he came. His dick pumped wave upon wave of cum inside my asshole. I squealed in delight as his hot cum filled my ass. It was hot. A few moments later, he pulled out of my asshole and ordered me to get on my knees. I did. He shoved his dick into my mouth and ordered me to clean it up. Amazed at his boldness yet more turned on than ever before, I sucked his dick. I tasted my ass on it. This was definitely a new thing for me. Yet he had my pussy wetter than anyone else ever has. Truly this young man was my master.

And that’s how we became an item, folks. Stephen and I are passionate lovers now. He’s introducing me to the wonders of sexual surrender and hardcore anal sex. And I’m more than thankful for everything he has taught me. My asshole can now accommodate the bulk of his cock without lubricant. My master says I’m making progress. I’m so happy to please him. At the office, I walk with an extra bounce in my step. I’m doing good at work. Making a ton of money. My family is alright. And Stephen gives me all the raunchy masculine loving a sister could never need. What more could I want?

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Amy wasn’t exactly the dominatrix type, in fact she was a very shy ‘girl next door’. She loved sex, but never initiated it, nor did she ever express any fantasies. Even if she wanted something in particular (sexually-speaking), she would never say it, instead she’d wait for me to figure it out and offer. Even oral sex — which she absolutely loved — she could not bear to ask for.

Her shyness was both cute and agonizing. Anytime I’d ask her if there was anything different she wanted to try, she’d always tell me everything we did was great, but I could tell she was holding back. It was obvious there was a hidden sexual tiger waiting to come out of her.

As I attempted to explore the possibilities of what her true secret fantasies could be, she’d more than willingingly try everything I suggested but still refused to ask for it herself, even though she’d often follow up by saying “I’d always wanted to try that!”

The newest thing in our sex life was strap-on sex. I’d always enjoyed receiving anal play. It started with ex-girlfriend who would finger my ass during blowjobs and 69’ing. Once that relationship ended, missing the feeling of a finger up my ass, I tried buttplugs. My next girlfriend really got into that and soon had me accepting dildos and eventually a strapon.

As I worked my way through various sexual escapades with Amy, I admitted to her my enjoyment of a good pegging and asked her if she’d be willing to try it, and as usual, her face lit up expressing how that was always a fantasy of hers.

With each taboo act we tried, our already awesome illegal bahis sexlife got better.

Last night, after we returned from a friend’s dinner party, we decided to keep our own party continuing by opening a bottle of wine. Then another. Mixed with the drinks we’d had earlier, we were both more inebriated than we’d been in a long, long time.

Our drunkeness led to friskiness which soon saw us in bed having sex in every way we could imagine. The video camera was running — as it often did when we were feeling kinky. The booze had Amy feeling a lot more risque than I’d ever seen and for the first time, she showed a bit of aggressiveness.

Amy stopped our 69 session by walking over to the dresser and removed the bottom drawer, behind which was a bag of our sex toys. She took out her strapon harness and affixed her life-like 8″ dildo. This was not unusual, however as she approached the bed with her rubber cock jutting out from between her legs, what she said next was very unlike Amy: “Get down on your knees and suck my rubber cock,” she ordered.

I sat there stunned by her sudden assertiveness, wondering if I’d heard her right. Her next “suck it now!” command was clear evidence that I had. I got off the bed and onto my knees on the floor and took hold of her dildo. I thought of all the blowjobs I’ve received and tried to emulate the techniques I’d enjoyed. I flicked my tongue under the head of her dildo and slid my tongue along the sides before wrapping my lips around the head and bobbing on Amy’s toy cock. She grabbed my head and guided it up and down the length.

Her mouth was uttering all kinds of un-Amy-like comments and orders like, “Oooh yeah that looks so good watching you suck my cock”.

Before long, she told me to assume the position, I got on all fours on illegal bahis siteleri the bed and felt the warm lube drip down my ass, followed by her rubbing the head of her dildo around my opening, smearing around the lubricant. Already a bit loose from her finger-fucking me while 69’ing, the didlo slid in easily.

The first slide in is always overwhelming for me and she knows each time to give me a few seconds to accept it. After I got over that initial sensation of penetration, I said “okay, fuck me.”

She would always start off slow and accelerate throughout, but this time she added some more new experiences, namely as she reached around to my cock, she said, “Ooohh, it’s so wet with pre-cum, you’re soaked.” She rubbed her hand all around the head then let go of my cock and brought her hand to my face. “Taste your pre-cum, eat it!” she ordered.

I happily obliged and as I sucked it from her, I felt her dildo ramming my ass, heightened by yet another new side of her when she slapped my ass with her other hand and calling me her “little fuckslut.”

She asked me if I liked sucking her cock, to which I grunted a yes. She asked if I liked the taste of my precum, for which I gave her another affirmative. Then as she moved both her hands to my hips and pounded my ass harder and harder, while I jacked my cock, she asked if I liked getting fucked up the ass, to which I replied with a loud, “Oh fuck yeah, I love it!”

I knew I was going to cum soon so I wanted to look into her eyes when that happened. I lay on my back and felt her dildo slide back in while she held my legs up in the air, her hands wrapped around my ankles. She told me to raise my ass a bit higher and as my hand continued to pump my cock, she asked if I was going to cum.

When I told her I was close, she canlı bahis siteleri told me she wanted me to open my mouth and try to shoot onto my face and try to catch it with my tongue. I was feeling way too good to protest so I raised my head and tried to point my cock at my face.

Within seconds I felt the familiar sensation of impreding orgasm. She grabbed hold of my cock pushing my hand away and squeezed out the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced.

Amy knew just exactly how to squeeze and where to apply pressure to ensure my cum shot out like a projectile. The first splatter hit my cheek but the next shot clear into my mouth. The next hit my chin and the rest onto my chest and stomach.

The taste was salty, but surprisingly not at all unpleasant. In fact, I had to admit I enjoyed it, and so as she removed her dildo from my ass, I scooped more cum from my stomach on to my finger and into my mouth.

“That’s so hot,” Amy said. “Eat it, eat your hot delicious jizz,” she added while using her finger and her tongue to scoop up more and feed me my own spunk.

We kissed deeply, my juices splashing around in our mouths until I finally swallowed the last of it. We then lay motionless for a few minutes. I brought my hands to my head and said, “Wow! What got into you?”

“I don’t know, I just decided to finally loosen up and go with my desires,” she explained. “Did you enjoy it?”

“Are you nuts? I LOVED every second of it!” I exclaimed.

Figuring the alcohol played a very large role in her sudden assertivness, I decided to explore for more of her secret fantasies before her buzz wore off.

“Any other desires you want to let loose with?” I asked coyly.

“Well, yes, there is one,” she said meekly. I feared she’d go back to her usual shy self, so I quickly asked what is was. She hesitated, and I felt I was losing the suddenly aggressive Amy. I kept asking — pestering, really — until she finally caved in and told me her secret fantasy. It was nothing short of shocking.

(To be continued…)

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Brutally fucking Eimi Yoshikawa for over six hours straight just wasn’t fun anymore. If her cunt felt anything like my cock did, she lived in a world of hurt. My prick felt raw, the skin rubbed off by her greedy, tight twat. Eimi, or Ember as I called her, always felt snug, and not just because my cock had girth to spare. She’d been a virgin when I met her. Surprising enough for a girl in her twenties. More surprising still since she’d been a prostitute working the West Van area at the time. In the year since, her box had molded to fit me perfectly. A made to order snatch, if you will. Her petite frame stood less than one and a half meters with heels off. A rare occurrence, indeed. I made her wear high heels everywhere! I delighted in seeing my beautiful Japanese girlfriend strutting around in 10 centimeter heels, sexy lingerie, or a tight micro skirt or hip-hugging dress. It always made me feel like fucking. Her, too! I must’ve filled her with cum two or three times a day. Whether in mouth or in cunt, she always insisted that my seed be taken inside her, and not be squandered.

“Sperm outside a woman is a sin, Andrew Grissolm,” she’d often admonish me. “Oozing mouths and vaginas are for the movies. They have no place in real life.”

As much as I wanted to argue with her, I loved spunking inside of her velvety, sucking mouth and her wonderful, gripping snatch so much, I rarely cracked my teeth when she made such comments. Especially when she dropped the ‘Andrew Grissolm’ crap on me. I’d rather have her call me Ashe, her pet name for me, than use the dreaded ‘A.G.’ With Ember, use of my full name meant trouble. Why should I complain, anyway? She wanted me to come inside her? Hell, I’d never have trouble fulfilling that wish! Pop-shots made for great video, but lousy sex.

Today I had stopped by on second floor unannounced to see her. She’d been dressing to go out with a couple of friends. She wore a tight white bandeau top. It beautifully accented her breasts and long nipples. The leopard skin print wraparound skirt hugged her petite waist just the way I liked. It came halfway to her knees. A trifle long, but I figured that this once, I’d let it slide. I walked up behind her, lifted her waist long black hair out of the way, and nibbled at the nape of her neck, just at the hairline. Jacked up on her 10 centimeter cigarette heels, she came to the perfect height for my 6 foot 4 self. I intended to grab a quick one before she left for the day. She seemed to know what I was thinking, and didn’t approve.

“I’m running late, Ashe. Have no time for sex right now.”

To say I felt miffed was to call Everest a foothill. However, I knew how to delay gratification. Sex would be so much sweeter when she returned. I’d wait. “No problem, kitten. Hurry back, though. We have some business to take care of.” I smiled. Business indeed. I placed a meaty hand on her firm, round tush and rubbed it appreciatively. I always loved feeling up her fleshy ass. My hand suddenly stopped moving. It had brushed against something that had shocked me.

A panty line.

Ember guiltily squirmed away from my touch. “I can explain,” she said.

“Can you?” I motioned for her to straighten up. I cupped her high, round tits with my hands, stroking them with gentle, swirling motions of my thumbs. The swelling nubs of her nipples were obscured not by the thin crepe of her elasticized tube top, but by something else. I ripped the garment open, my powerful hands making short shrift of the flimsy material. The cloth split like tissue. The shredding noise made Ember go rigid. A light beige, offending garment sprung into view. A seamless, strapless push-up bra? An ugly thing. I didn’t know she owned any. The plain bra neither had lace nor peek-a-boo, nipple revealing holes. Just two cups of Wonderbra-boring, tan material. Unforgivable.

“Ashe?” Her soft pitched, lilting voice trembled.

I stood immobile. My brain had been unhinged by the dual assault on my sensibilities. Panties. And a bra. How long had she been wearing such things behind my back? I had been lax, apparently. One day would she challenge my other preferences? Would low heeled, sensible shoes be in my future? Full-length skirts? Heaven forbid, perhaps she’d take to wearing pants!

I’d be damned if I let things turn out that way.

“Call your friends back. Tell them you won’t be meeting them. Be at the Lotus House in 15 minutes. Come as you are.

The Lotus House – her name, not mine – was one of the smaller homes on my property. I preferred to stay in the main house, an Edwardian style mansion. I lived on the third floor, while Ember preferred to dwell on the second. But every so often, I’d spend time in one of the smaller residences. The houses hadn’t sported names until Ember had come to live with me. She’d given them Japanese-styled names based on flowers. She believed a house without a name could never become a home, and she very much wanted a home. I’d given her leave to name the buildings to her heart’s content. Keeping Ember happy always paid dividends. A happy Ember canlı bahis şirketleri made for a horny Ember. A horny Ember kept Ashe happy.

Happy is good. I like happy. Being disobeyed made me decidedly unhappy.

So here I am, pounding into her tight twat with a ruthless force I had never before used with her. I usually feared hurting her. I liked to use gentle, yet powerful strokes when screwing her. Not today. I intended to deliver a punishment fuck like she’d never experienced. I wanted to discipline her, plain and simple. I had to demonstrate to her that her body remained my plaything, mine to do with as I wished. To take as I wished.

Today, I took it hard.

I sat in the deep, winged back chair in the sunken living room. Ember sat on top of my lap, facing away from me. My hands gripped her waist as I jammed a fistlike mass of black cock up her ravaged cunt. She clutched the arms of the chair as I reamed her hole. She made intermittent, short moans, almost barks, as I pummeled her hairless, dark lipped juice box. I glanced at the mirrored wall of the room. Ember’s face screwed up in pain. She gritted her teeth as she rode my meatstick. The inner lips of her cunt flared bright red. Her outer lips had the same dusky color as usual, but they shone a slick, bright scarlet inside. I increased the speed of my screwing. She squealed. Her tits, round handfuls of creamy goodness tipped by long, copper coloured nipples bounced and jiggled delightfully, rotating in opposite-facing circles. I loved it when they did that.

“What are you never to wear?” I asked her for the hundredth time today.

“No bras that conceal my nipples,” she said through her huffing. “No pants, leotards, or pantyhose. No panties that conceal my genitals.”

“What was that last part?”

“No panties.”

“Why is that?” I pressed.

“My body is to remain accessible.”

“Why?” I gave her three, ultra hard shots to the cunt with my mahogany belly-probe. She gasped aloud. The wall mirrors showed her eyes rolling back into her head. I grabbed a handful of silky raven hair and pulled back on it sharply. Her neck snapped back towards me. My other hand stroked her neck gently. “Keep fucking me while we talk,” I commanded. Ember resumed her humping. She used her arms to lift her ass up, and then bear herself down upon my cock. She sucked air in between her teeth with each stroke. Man, my cock was sore beyond belief! She had to be feeling worse than I did.

At least, I hoped so.

“Why are you to remain accessible?”

“For your pleasure.” Ember increased the tempo of her fucking. Who was punishing whom, here? The chick was killing me!

“I am to remain open and available at all times so you can take me whenever you wish. My body is yours, Ashe.”

Damn right it was. I released her hair and throat and fondled her tits instead. I teased the long, distended nipples with thumbs and forefingers, then twisted them cruelly. Ember rose off of my cock with the sudden, lancing pain. She squealed in surprise.

“I’m going to enjoy taking this body again. You understand me?” I tossed her off my lap. She looked up at me with anger and arousal. She might be Japanese, but Ember displayed none of the inbred docility usually attributed to Asian women. She had a Japanese woman’s body and face, but a Western woman’s mind. She’d decide what kind of crap she’d tolerate, and what kind she’d balk against. The only way to overcome her would be to move quickly. I rose from the chair, picked her up, then tossed her down onto it. Her tits stood straight up, nipples clawing their way heavenward. Her well-used cunt blossomed, a moist Camellia Japonica of my very own, looking delicate, glistening, and welcoming. God, how beautiful Ember became when being soundly fucked.

I covered her diminutive frame with my muscular, dark-skinned body, and slid back into her goo-tube. My cock sloshed around inside her. After so many hours of fucking, even a tight piece like Ember started to feel a tad slack. That didn’t bother me. I could stay buried in her cunt forever. Her muscles convulsed around me, milking my cock. I luxuriated in the feel of her.

Her slim ankles rested on my shoulders. As I burrowed into her, her legs pumped up and down, keeping time. Her strappy black high heels swayed like tree branches in high wind. She fucked the air with her clear Lucite, golden tipped heels every time I thrust into her. I laughed. As long as everyone was getting some, who was I to complain?

Ember grabbed the back of the chair with both hands. Her arms extended over her head. Her elbows moved together, partially shielding her face from my view.

“Move your elbows apart, kitten. Let me see those gorgeous oriental features of yours as I use your cunt.” Ember’s elbows spread apart. Her almond shaped eyes flicked open, allowing our gazes to lock together. Her eyes mirrored the lust I knew existed in my own. I spread her legs wider and held them tightly to the corners of the chair, right where the back attached to the arms. Pinioned this way, canlı kaçak iddaa she looked so deliciously vulnerable, my cock twitched.

“Grab my hands,” I ordered. “Don’t let go.” She complied immediately. I varied my stroke, swirling my ass in a clockwise, circular pattern. Ember growled, the sounds emanating from deep within her chest. Such big, fierce noises from such a small woman! Her tits jiggled as I pounded into her. Sadly, they lay just out of reach of my questing mouth. Her brassy areolas teased me, glistening as if already burnished by my tongue, spit-shined to a high luster. My thrusting hips echoed my frustration. My strokes became seriously rough.

Hey, I know. It surprised me, too.

Ember responded favorably. Her cunt became even slicker. Fresh gash-gravy bubbled around my cock and balls. Its molten temperature burned my ebony skin. The sounds from her and the sight of her as she flailed beneath me made me incredibly excited. She could take everything I threw at her, and then some. I enjoyed screwing my sweet-tasting Japanese girlfriend so much it hurt.

“I love making love to you too, Ashe. No other man will ever have me. I swear it.”

It no longer surprised me when she did shit like that, seemingly reading my mind. I’d grown used to it, though I still didn’t particularly like it. This weird connection had existed from the very start, though I never understood why we shared one.

I pulled out of her box and firmly grabbed her head. I pulled her forward, forcing her body to reposition to better accommodate me. She sucked my fat, turgid cock into her mouth. I slipped down her throat without difficulty. Her mischievous brown eyes smiled at me, seeing how I had her mouth stuffed full of ebony cockmeat at the time. I pumped her face, fucking it as fiercely as I earlier had her cunt. Her spread legs scissored around the back of the chair while her hands rested on the lip of the seat. The position let her tits hang down in two inverted pyramids, the distended nipples seemingly weighing down the breasts. They swayed back and forth as I slammed into her face. Rivulets of drool streamed down her chin. They clung to her in thick gooey cables that swayed with my thrusts. She moaned around my cock as I skull fucked her. As I worked her mouth, her tongue and throat moved in a concerted effort to get me off quickly. I pulled out of her face.

I still held her head between my large hands. I brought my face close to hers, and kissed the very tip of her petite, rounded nose. She giggled at me.

“You, my dear, are trying to make me come,” I accused.

“Of course. I live to accept your seed.”

Fuck. My little son pulsed with desire for her, despite its sad condition. It would take more than a little epidermal distress to keep me out of that exquisite sheath of hers, let me tell you! She prided herself on never swearing, but she sure knew how to sound like the sluttiest bitch at times. I loved being with her.

“Request denied, my golden-hued cock muncher. Turn around on the chair and grip the chair back.” I smacked her ass lightly. “Move your knees to the edge of the chair seat. Yeah, just like that.” I shoved three fingers lengthwise into her slit, and worked them in as far as I could. As I diddled her, I continued to talk.

“Why did you disobey me?”

“I was going to the pool with my friends. I did not want them thinking me a slattern.”

“But you are a whore, Ember. You’re my whore. Never forget that.” My other hand snaked between her legs and sought out her clitoris. I pulled it clear of its shroud and rolled it between my thumb and forefinger. “Your ass is mine. Your cunt is mine. Your mouth. Your tits. Any part of you I desire, I’ll take. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“I am yours to do with as you please.”

Damn right. “Right now, I desire to fuck you until you bleed.” Not much chance of that happening. My cock would disintegrate long before. I picked her up by the waist and carried her over to the couch. I threw her down upon it. She scuttled to the far side, as if trying to escape me. I lunged for her, catching her by the base of her neck. I held her neck down firmly on an arm of the couch. She had one knee on the couch, and the other just off of it. One of her high heels planted itself into the white pile carpeting.

I plowed into her as hard as I could. She screamed. I kept her head pinned down as I rode her cunt. She wasn’t a woman to me right now, just a hole provided for my use. I’m sure she felt the difference in my fucking style. Lust ruled me right now, not love, not caring. As I slammed into her, her entire body jostled. I knew her slight frame could take the abuse. She’d let me know if I pressed her too far.

I forced myself to regulate the pace of our screwing. She would wear me out at this pace. Her ass smacked against my pelvis, making rich, sloppy, sucking sounds.

Smack! I struck the right side of her ass with my open palm. “Work that ass against me. Hard.” She forced her ass back against me.

Three more sharp canlı kaçak bahis cracks echoed through the living room. Her ass cheek glowed red in response. “Faster,” I yelled. “I want to see that ass blur.” I lightly brushed my palm across her abused ass cheek. She flinched as if stung. Her blushing ass radiated heat. I continued to stroke it with feather soft caresses. Her sighs told me she liked the treatment.

Her ass and belly undulated. Her juices frothed white around my pole, coating my black rod with her clinging, white cream. I was in heaven. Ember never failed to delight me, not once. I jammed into her as hard as I could, trying to reach her womb. I spit on her asshole and snaked a finger into her puckered anus. Her ass bucked against it, sending even more interesting sensations through my fuckmeat. I jammed my finger forward into her anus every time I pulled out of her cunt, creating an interesting syncopation.

“Do you know why I ask for these things? The open panties, the bare nipples?”

“So. You. Can use. Me as you. Wish,” she replied between gasps.

Very true. “No, not just that. Why?”

“You enjoy seeing. Me in cheap. Looking clothes and shoes.”

Well, that was also true. But she never wore ‘cheap’ anything. The money that girl spent on clothing and shoes last year could feed a family of five for two years, easy. “No, Ember. Why do I make you dress as I do? Why do I like looking at you so much? Why must I fuck you three or more times each day?”

She stopped pushing against me and peered over her shoulder. Her long, glistening hair half-covered her sweaty face. Her open mouth greedily sucked air, taking advantage of the brief respite.

“Because you are an oversexed black man who is happiest when having sex with his Japanese woman.”

Bingo! “It’s because I love you, Miss Yoshikawa. I do these things because I love you, and constantly crave your body.”

The words had the intended effect upon her. I have no gift with mushy words or romantic turns of phrase. The few sweet things I did say to her she hoarded, cherishing them like precious jewels. Rarity truly does make things more valuable, it seemed. I really did love her, and showed her the depths of my affection in many different ways. But she always seemed to crave the words. I rarely spoke them. Today, I had relented.

Now, don’t go thinking me soft. I had good reason.

“I’ve given you something, Ember. Something precious. What will you give me in return?”

Ember continued to stare at me from over her shoulder. She brushed a few damp strands of matted black hair away from her face. Her dark brown eyes, almost black, regarded me coolly. A pink bit of tongue flicked across her pert lips, puffy with arousal. Ember exuded the aura particular to all freshly fucked women, a heady mixture of confidence, bravado and recklessness. Was there anything in life more beautiful?

Ember pulled herself off of me and slipped over the arm of the chair. She gracefully regained her feet and strutted over to the center table. She swept its contents onto the floor. Pieces of fruit and their worked copper bowl tumbled onto the white pile carpeting. She gingerly laid herself across the table, face down. Her ass faced me, its golden, unblemished smoothness oh-so-tempting. She spread her ass cheeks in invitation. Her asshole, a hazelnut of knotted muscle, clenched spasmodically.

“Please take my ass,” she said. “I want to feel you deep inside of me.”

I’d bet my ass that she really didn’t want me in hers. As much as I loved railing a woman up the poop chute, I knew that she hated it. That incredibly small woman had a really tight ass. I had tried to stretch her asshole with a steady regimen of butt plugs that I gradually increased in diameter, but even so, she was still tiny back there. I usually limited my anal play with her to tongue rimming, finger play, and the occasional toy. The few times I had taken her anally, I had caused her considerable distress. The last time she had allowed me back there, I had ripped her up pretty badly. It had taken her over a month to heal. A torturously long month, I’m certain. I still felt incredibly guilty about the incident. Since then, I hadn’t gone anywhere near her asshole with my cock. She hadn’t offered it up to me, either.

Not until this very moment.

“Are you sure?” I asked her as I quickly approached. No way was I going to give her time to change her mind.

I stroked the firm globes of her spread ass. As much as I didn’t want to hurt her, I really wanted to burrow into there. I dribbled spit into her single brown eye. The saliva trickled down the crack of her ass. I spit some more, and worked it into her. “This will hurt.”

“I know,” she replied, “but one must face the pain if she is ever to experience the pleasure that dwells on the other side.”

“I see,” I said, though I really didn’t. “In that case, I’ll leave the pace of the play to you.” I leaned over her and placed my cock at her back door. My meat had approximately the same dimensions as a beer can, wide, yet relatively squat. Seeing such a thick piece to mahogany muscle trying to enter such a minuscule bud almost made me call off the whole thing. Almost. Instead, I braced myself against the table for support, and patiently waited.

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I’m proud to say that my husband, Brian, never ceases to surprise me; it’s fantastic that even after more than fifteen years together, he can still pull a rabbit out of his hat now and then. This true story is his latest “rabbit”.

A few weeks after my first story, “The Gift”, was posted to Literotica to mostly positive comments (for which I thank you, readers), unbeknownst to me, Brian decided to take a crack at it himself. One day when I came home from work he surprised me with this story he had written about events in his own life, more than twenty years ago. What surprised me even more was that it was actually good: by the time I reached the end, I was wet and practically attacked him sexually. The next day I read it again and had pretty much the same reaction.

Brian is a very smart man. Sometimes we make the mistake of looking at big strong guys like Brian and equating “big” with “dumb”, and yeah okay, sometimes it’s for good reason. It also probably doesn’t help that for a number of years Brian made his living running into places everyone else was running out of. In addition, he’s also very loving and kind, and a fantastic husband – which is the reason, in case you’re wondering, he knew he could write a story about his own sexual history and give it to me without worrying if I’d beat his brains in with a rock while he slept!

One thing Brian is not, however, is a writer, a fact he’d be the first to admit. At his request, I rewrote his story, clarifying this paragraph or that, embroidering or tightening up his prose where needed, and just tweaking it here and there. It’s a collaboration of both of us, then, though the gist of the story is entirely his; I merely edited it. (Also, I should point out that the clever and occasionally laugh out loud humor he sprinkled in here and there is entirely his own. What’s remarkable, I believe, is how he’s able to make the reader unexpectedly laugh now and then, all without taking one whit away from the eroticism of the story.)

Now for the disclaimer and we’ll get started…

Disclaimer: This is a true story of events that took place in 1988, and is as true and accurate as memory allows. Where necessary, license has been taken to fill in gaps, while still taking pains to preserve the original theme. Names have been changed to protect the guilty. My name’s Maryann. I carry a stethoscope.

Oops, sorry. Ahem. Must be picking up old “Dragnet” reruns…

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“I’m…almost…there,” the young blonde gasped between panting breaths, as she rode me furiously.

I grunted in acknowledgment, but kept my eyes squeezed tightly shut. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to look at her. Far from it: her naturally blonde hair, green eyes, and big tits were a sight to behold. No, it was that I was afraid to look at her; one look at those firm yet bouncy tits and her nineteen-year-old body impaled on my cock, and I would lose it for sure. As it was, it was taking every ounce of self-control I could muster not to cum.

The eighty-plus year-old chair under me groaned and squeaked terribly with each thrust, threatening to collapse and dump our naked asses in the floor at any second. It was more than eighty years old, but it was hardly an antique; “antique” implies an image of furniture that has been delicately cared for or lovingly and painstakingly restored, and this chair wasn’t it. It was simply old. But for a twenty-two year-old part-time college student/full-time firefighter who worried from one month to the next how he was going to pay the rent, it was the best I could do.

That chair, for all of its danger of imminent failure, was my girlfriend’s favorite place in my little studio apartment to have sex. I would sit in the chair with my feet flat on the floor and Sandy would straddle me, facing me, with her feet on the floor as well. Then she would fuck me with a thrusting motion of her hips that ground her clit against my pubic bone. As long as I didn’t blow my load too soon (or the chair catastrophically fall to pieces), it was a nearly-guaranteed orgasm for her.

She squealed suddenly, wrapped her arms tight around me, and pulled me tightly to her, squeezing me so tight that for a few seconds I couldn’t even breathe. As I felt her tight pussy flutter around my cock, I mentally gave myself permission to cum, and instantly my condom filled with hot cum as I exploded inside her.

She relaxed slowly, releasing the death grip she had around my chest. I had rescued people from near-certain death who didn’t hold onto me as tight as Sandy usually did when she came. And if she were on her back, it was even worse: then her feet and legs got into the act, burying her heels in my backside like she was trying to merge our bodies together.

“Mm, that was nice,” she purred, with a small, contented smile. “Did you cum?” If not for the fact that we came at the same time, she wouldn’t have had to ask. Her pussy was tight enough to tell her when I came. As it was, with her own orgasm güvenilir bahis flooding her brain, that particular message got lost in the shuffle.

“Yes, I did. Thanks for asking.” That was something I always appreciated about Sandy: if I said no, she would have either stayed on me for as long as it took or gotten off and sucked me the rest of the way. My wife, Maryann, is the same way, but I felt it displayed remarkable maturity for a young woman not yet out of her teens.

I put my hands under her ass, lifted her off me, and carried her over and laid her on the sofa. She giggled; it was always a big turn-on for her when I swept her into my arms and carried her effortlessly. It made her feel light, she said. Sandy had an extra ten pounds or so that she could bear to lose, but she was hardly fat. Like a lot of young women, though, she thought she was too heavy and saw every tiny imperfection in her body whenever she looked in the mirror. After depositing her on the couch, I got a paper towel, disposed of my condom, then cleaned myself up with a washcloth. Once I was done, I came back in the main room (since it was a studio, the whole idea of a living room or bedroom is somewhat vague) and cuddled with her, both of us naked.

Neither of us said a word for probably five or ten minutes, though Sandy did hum some tune that either she came up with or one I simply didn’t recognize. It didn’t matter, though; what mattered was that she was humming. It was a habit of hers that I doubt she was even aware of: she always hummed after an especially good orgasm. I felt proud of myself.

“I was just lying here thinking,” she said in a dreamy, somewhat disconnected voice. “I wonder what it feels like to do it in the butt.”

“I imagine it hurts. I expect it hurts a lot, even,” I laughed.

A lot of guys would have responded very enthusiastically at the mere hint of anal from their girlfriend or fuck buddy, but I didn’t. I knew it happened, I had seen it in magazines and porn flicks, and I knew that while it was far from common, it wasn’t all that uncommon, either. I knew that some guys really got off on fucking a woman in the ass, but then again, some guys got off on being pissed on or having their balls subjected to things resembling medieval torture devices. And those things definitely weren’t for me: unless I’m on fire, do not piss on me, and if you bring some of those extreme S&M gadgets even into the same zip code as my balls, I’d better be dead first, or you might be. Similarly, as far as I was concerned, the asshole was exit only and I had no particular interest in putting my cock in a hole that might already be occupied, if you know what I mean!

“Maybe,” she said vaguely, shrugging.

“If you want to know what it feels like, ask your friend Tina,” I pointed out.

“Tina doesn’t count. We both know Keith’s an asshole, no pun intended.” Keith was Tina’s boyfriend. Sandy spit out his name like it was poison.

She was right: Keith was an asshole. I had once counted him as a friend, but not for some time. Though he had never done anything to me personally to end our friendship, Keith ran hot and cold: one day he could be the best guy in the world, gregarious, friendly, and give you the shirt off his back. The next, he might steal your wallet or television and ignore you like you didn’t even exist. After one too many rides on the “Keith roller coaster”, I couldn’t be friends with him any longer. I like roller coasters, but only the physical kind, at an amusement park; emotional ones I want no part of.

A couple of weeks ago on a boring Saturday afternoon, Keith and Tina had tried anal for the first – and according to Tina, last – time. She had been willing to experiment, letting Keith very carefully insert a well-lubed pinkie finger in her backdoor, just to see what it was like, but that was as far as she was willing to go, at least initially. If it went well, she might eventually go all the way at some point in the future, but not that day.

As it turned out, Keith had other plans, and after a minute or so, had followed one finger with a second one. And while Tina didn’t much care for the second finger, she didn’t really protest, either. A few minutes later, when his cock replaced his fingers, she had complained, but at that point it was too late: he was already inside her tight ass.

Though it hadn’t been rape in the traditional sense, and he did at least go slow and use plenty of lube, she had not exactly been a happy camper as her ass opened to this unwelcome and uninvited visitor. What’s more, he was fairly plastered at the time, so he didn’t cum right away, and his cock was in her backside for a while. I wondered why she didn’t pull off of him and then kick his scrawny ass to the curb (maybe with her foot up it), but when I asked Sandy that question, she ignored it.

Sandy rolled over on the sofa so she could look me directly in the eye. “You remember when I told you about it and you asked me why she didn’t stop him after he entered her?

“Tina türkçe bahis would kill me if she knew I told you this, so you have to keep it a secret, okay? But the reason she didn’t stop him was because after it stopped hurting, she liked it. She liked it so much, in fact, that she came with his cock up her ass. She sort of stifled it and kept quiet, cause she was mad at Keith for taking her like that, after she had said no. But she came, and even though it was a huge surprise, she said it was unlike any orgasm she had ever had. She couldn’t describe how it was different, just that it was.

“I asked her if anal was something she would ever do again, and her answer was, ‘Most definitely. Just not with Keith.’ She said she never wanted to see him again, let alone do anal with him.”

“They’ll be back together in a week,” I sighed, shaking my head. I was wrong about that: it was actually nine days, not seven, before they reunited. Counting the couple of weeks that had already passed, that made it around twenty-three days, which I’m pretty sure was a record for them. And while I don’t know this for certain, I don’t doubt they went right back to him fucking her in the ass.

“So, why all this interest in anal all of a sudden?” I asked. “Are you just talking or are you thinking about doing it?” I wasn’t exactly subtle. When one of your favorite parts of the job is knocking big holes in things with heavy tools, it sort of affects your outlook on life and does away with subtlety.

She hemmed and hawed a bit, making imaginary doodles on my chest with her finger, staring at my chest instead of looking at my face. “Kind of,” she admitted, blushing. “If you wanted to. You’d have to use lots of lube and go really, really slow and be patient with me…”

“I’m not Keith,” I interrupted, a little annoyed at what seemed suspiciously like a comparison of the two of us.

“Oh, I know!” she said quickly, kissing me lightly all over my bare chest. “You’re not like Keith at all: you’re a very good and patient lover.” She paused and continued to kiss me.

“Let me put it this way: I’m never going to ask you to put your dick in my butt,” she cooed. “But if you said, ‘Sandy, I want to fuck your ass,’ I wouldn’t say no.” Having finally gotten the words out, she looked me in the face and smiled.

I wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that, though my cock seemed more certain than the rest of me. It began to get hard. When Sandy felt it poke her in the belly, she wrapped her hand around it very loosely and slowly stroked it, the look on her face not changing at all.

“Sandy,” I said quietly, “I’ll hurt you, no matter how much lube we use. You know I will.”

I was Sandy’s second lover. Her first had taken her virginity barely a year before, just about a week after high school graduation. That guy, however, must have been hung like a mouse. My cock, at six inches isn’t especially long, but it is unusually thick. Think of R2-D2: not very tall, but solidly built and robust. When Sandy and I started having sex, it was almost like I took her virginity all over again. Our first two or three times doing it were fairly negative experiences for her: even though we used plenty of lube and I patiently took the time to make sure she was good and ready, it hurt quite a bit. After the first time, I was sure that was the end of any relationship we might have had. Obviously, though, it wasn’t.

“Do you remember the first time we had sex?” she asked softly.

“I remember you didn’t have a real good time,” I said. That was putting it mildly: when I finished, she actually had tears in her eyes from how much it had hurt.

“No, you’re wrong,” she said. “I had the best time of my life. You’re right, it hurt, and as I was laying there taking it, all I could think was, ‘I hope this is over soon’. And yeah, if that had been all, we probably wouldn’t have dated again, or if we had, it’s for sure we wouldn’t have had sex again.

“But do you remember what happened after you were done? You got rid of your condom, then came back and went down on me. Didn’t say a word, just crawled between my legs and went to town. That was the first time anyone had ever eaten my pussy, and I couldn’t believe how good it felt. By the time I made you stop, you’d been at it for nearly an hour and I had cum four or five times.

“More than that, though, I was impressed that you cared enough to make sure I was satisfied. You had cum already; I figured when you came back from the bathroom you were going to roll over and go to sleep, just like Tim used to. But you didn’t, and I decided right then and there that if you were that patient and considerate a lover, then I didn’t care how thick you were. Either I’d get used to it – which I did – or part of foreplay would include me taking a couple of Advil or Tylenol,” she giggled.

“My point is, yeah, if you do me in the ass it’s going to hurt, and it’s going to hurt more than it would with somebody smaller. But the fact is, what happened with Tina’s güvenilir bahis siteleri got me curious, and that means at some point in my life, I’m going to get fucked in the ass. It could be twenty or thirty years from now, but it’s going to happen. And I want to do it with someone I know cares enough not to just go ‘drilling for oil in my lower colon’, which is how Tina described it. I don’t want to risk my first time being with someone like Keith, because even if he’s smaller than you, it’s going to hurt more if he just up and drills me,” she concluded.

“So, it looks like Mr. Happy here is ready for another round,” she smiled. “Only question is, would he like my hot little mouth, my soft and tight pink little pussy, or would he like to, ah, explore some ‘virgin territory’?”

All my former hesitancy about anal disappeared in an instant. A pretty girl was asking me to not only take her ass, but to be the very first? If I said no to an offer like that, I was pretty sure that was more than enough cause to have my “man card” revoked. Not to mention the fact that later in life, looking back on this moment, I’d never forgive myself.

“I was thinking I might like to stick this hard cock up your pretty little ass,” I smiled.

“My pleasure,” she said, smiling ear to ear.

To keep from having to run around collecting what I needed later in the midst of intimacy, I asked her to retrieve a towel, the bottle of lube, and some condoms from the bathroom. The sofa was also a bed, so while she hurried off to get what we needed, I removed the sofa cushions and pulled out the bed frame.

We climbed into the bed and started kissing, lightly at first and all over each other’s faces and necks, then progressing to deep kissing as our tongues teased in and out of each other’s mouths.

She asked me to sit on the edge of the low bed with my legs over the side, which I did. She straddled my thigh as we made out. I could feel the heat and slippery wetness of her pussy as she pressed her vagina against the bare flesh of my thigh. Soon nearly the entire top of my thigh was coated in her slippery juices, and her nineteen-year-old pussy went skating, sliding forward and back as her hard clit was pressed between the weight of her upper body and my leg.

As she ground on me, I moved down over her neck and to her breasts. They were large for her age, already 38-D, firm, and with extremely suckable nipples that seemed to get hard at the slightest touch. I placed my mouth over the right one, and she arched her back severely, thrusting her tits forward, as she pressed my face into her chest.

“There you go,” she cooed softly as she continued to grind away. “Suck Mommy’s nipples.” Apart from that one thing, she didn’t have any particular Mommy fetish that I ever noticed, but she loved to have her sensitive nipples sucked. And when they were sucked, she liked to pretend she was breast-feeding a baby. It was a little odd, sure, but if that turned her on, I was more than happy to do it. Maryann and I both came to a conclusion long ago, long before we met: if there’s something that turns you on during sex, as long as it’s not illegal or disgusting (don’t ask me to take a crap on you, for instance), go for it; it won’t bother me a bit. And if I can help, just ask.

I suckled her tight little pink nipple, making nursing sounds with my mouth, as she tenderly stroked the back of my head. I knew that each suck was sending little jolts of electricity through her, straight to her pussy. It wasn’t long before it got a reaction out of her.

“God, I need you inside me,” she hissed through clenched teeth, and before I could say a word she raised up, moved her hips over, and lowered herself onto my cock.

“Ohh!” she cried as I sank into her to the hilt. “I feel so full.” Having me inside her no longer hurt, and her reward for having borne up under the pain of those first few times was a pussy that had adapted itself perfectly to the size and shape of my cock. When I was in her, she fit me like a glove. It was an intense sensation for her, feeling stuffed full of my cock. I had room, lengthwise, to fuck her as much as I wished, but in width, it was a snug but not uncomfortable fit that she compared to “a favorite pair of shoes” or “the feeling at the end of a large and sumptuous dinner when you have eaten just enough to feel pleasantly full yet not uncomfortable”.

She stroked me in and out of her slowly, raising herself forward and up until the head of my cock was just barely inside, pausing for a second, then sliding back down with excruciating slowness, only to repeat the process, as we each savored each other’s bodies. We had to be careful: condoms were the only form of birth control we used, and I wasn’t currently wearing one. Pregnancy was a huge fear for us both: though the sex was fantastic and we enjoyed each other’s company, we were both realistic about our relationship. We weren’t getting married, we weren’t “always going to be together”, or any of that. We were both simply a pleasant and pleasurable distraction for one another, a stopover along the road to whatever life had in store for us as individuals. The last thing we needed was an unwanted pregnancy to upset the apple cart.

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As our plane landed in Las Vegas the anticipation was killing me. It had been some time since the wife and I have been away together and the state of Nevada had always been fertile ground for some hot and dirty sex. My mind raced with the possibilities of what we might get into once we were in the seclusion of our hotel room. The baggage took a painfully long time to arrive, the cab seemed to hit all the red lights, but finally we arrived at our favorite hotel.

As we checked in and walked up to our room, there was an undeniable sexual tension between the two of us. We had taken this kind of trip many times before, but as we entered the room there was always there was a level of nervousness. We both knew what was in store for us that afternoon, but how do we actually get started? What exactly was going to happen? Was the trip going to live up to our expectations?

All of those feelings quickly went away once we are in our room. Before I had even put our bags down, my wife began to get undressed.

“I’m going to take a shower and then slip into that big bathtub. You should probably unpack and join me.” She said as she walked past me naked.

My cock began to twitch as I watched her voluptuous naked body disappear into the bathroom. Seeing my wife naked always makes my heart skip a beat. She has perfect smooth light golden brown skin. While she only stands about 5 feet tall but has curves in all the right places and spectacular large tits. Her firm ass is amazing and always loves attention.

I heard the shower turn on and I quickly unpacked our bags, making sure that the baby oil, lube and her vibrator on the bedside table. I undressed and went to the bathroom hoping to catch her still in the shower. I knew she would need some help washing her tits.

“Sorry, you took a bit too long. Don’t worry, I cleaned up really good for you, even without your help” she chuckled as she stepped out of the shower and into the soaking tub.

I got in the shower and cleaned up as quickly as possible. Getting out of shower I enjoyed the view of my wife soaking the in the tub. Her big double D breasts were floating at the top of the water. Her large nipples were poking out just begging to be sucked. I moved across the room to get into the tub with her.

“Don’t you need to shave? I don’t want any beard burn.” She held up her hand stopping me.

This was her code for letting me know that I’d be spending a lot of time with my face between her legs. I relented and began to shave in front of the mirror. It was difficult to concentrate on the task at hand. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her rubbing her tits in the bath. She would squeeze them together, pushing them just out of the water slightly. Then she would pinch both of her large nipples, causing them to become erect. I did managed to finish my shave without drawing any blood and moved over to the bath.

“I think I just need to borrow your hand” she stopped me from getting into the bath with her again.

Grabbing my hand she moved it into the water placing it over her pussy. I began to move my fingers into the folds of her smooth pussy lips as she began to slowly rock her hips back and forth. I was pleased to find that her clit was already swollen and her pussy was already wet. I began to rub her swollen clit with my finger and her hips started their familiar rocking in time with my rubbing. I started to probe the opening of her pussy with my finger when she grabbed my hand.

“Let’s move the bed, if you don’t mind” she pushed my hand away and got up some the tub.

She wrapped a towel around herself and walking into the bedroom. I followed behind like a puppy hoping to get a treat from my owner. She dropped the towel and grabbed her bottle of baby oil from the bedside table. Standing in front of the bed she proceeded to apply oil to her entire body. She seemed to take extra making sure her tits had plenty of oil, squeezing them together and pinching her nipples as she had done in the bath. I could tell that canlı bahis şirketleri she was really enjoying her tease performance, but it was almost too much for me to take. Just about when I was ready to beg her to stop, she closed the oil and climbed on the bed.

“I’m all yours now” she said.

She laid down on the bed and spread her legs wide, completely exposing her pink pussy to me. I leaped onto the bed and positioned myself between her legs. I couldn’t wait to feast on her sweet cunt. But I exercised a bit of restraint and paused to admire her. Her pussy was its usual light pink, but I couldn’t help but notice that she was incredibly wet already. Her sweet gash was leaking so much I could see the thick fluid oozing out of her tight hole and down her ass crack. I couldn’t waste any more time, I leaned in and scooped up as much of her precious liquid as I could with one big long lick. It tasted as sweet as honey and I couldn’t get enough as I gave her pussy a thorough tongue bath.

“I think you may have missed some” she said with a grin.

She pulled her knees up to her chest exposing her tiny pink asshole to my view. She was right, some of her pussy juice had leaked down onto her asshole. I obliged her request and eagerly lapped up the liquid. Once her asshole was clean I began to work the tip of my tongue into her tight hole. She wiggled and squirmed a bit making it difficult to work my tongue inside her as much as I wanted. She lowered her legs, and positioned her clit right in front of my mouth. I took the hint: foreplay was over, she needed to cum.

I locked my lips around her swollen clit and began to rhythmically flick my tongue over her magic button in time with her slowly rocking her hips. She pressed her pelvis slightly against my mouth, trying to get more pressure on her clit. The sweet fluid continued to gush from her hole, the tangy flavor was intoxicating. I began probing her hole with a finger, teasing a bit before sliding it inside.

“Please, I need your fingers inside me.” She begged.

I granted her request and began to slide my finger into her slippery wet hole. I slid right inside, but making sure not to remove by tongue from her clit. Her hips began to rock back and forth, pressing my mouth against her clit even more. I had never felt her pussy this wet before, my fingers were making sloshing noises as I work them in and out. Her vaginal muscles clamped down on my finger like a vise and I feel a new gush of wetness oozed out her. As the waves of her orgasm washed over her body, she bucked hips uncontrollably. I had to work hard keep my finger inside of her and my mouth on her clit. I did my best to prolong her orgasm as long I possible. Her body finally relaxed and she fell back against the bed completely spent.

I got up, wiped my mouth off and opened a beer. I took a seat on the couch which was underneath the window and enjoyed the view of my satisfied wife on the bed. I thought letting my wife take a few minutes to recover what a good idea, she had hardly moved after orgasm.

“Looks like you need some attention now,” she said sitting up on the bed after a couple of minutes.

I looked down at my throbbing hard cock, I noticed it was leaking pre-cum. She hopped up from the bed and took a position kneeling between my legs.

“Wouldn’t want to get the couch all messy,” she said.

She stuck her tongue out and licked up the pre-cum which was oozing from the head of my cock. She lowered her lips, fully engulfing my cockhead with her mouth. She started slowly sucking and flicking her tongue on the underside of my cock. She knows this always drives me wild, this time was no different. My cock was jumping out of control in her mouth, which forced her to tighten the grip with her lips.

She slowly started to inch her lips down my shaft, until my entire cock disappeared down her throat. Just as slowly as she went down, she backed her mouth off my cock, finally letting it slip from her lips. She had a big grin on her face as she canlı kaçak iddaa watched my hard on bounce and twitch back and forth in front of her face.

“Impressed?” She queried.

“Most impressive, but I wonder if you can do that again?” I challenged her.

She grabbed the beer out of my hand, took long drink and positioned her mouth over my cock again. I took the beer from her and placed it on the windowsill behind me. Accepting my challenge, she licked her lips and plunged my hard-on into her mouth again. It wasn’t much a challenge for her as she easily was able to side her lips all the way down to my pubic hair. To prove me wrong she began to bob up and down on my cock, taking the entire length of my engorged member into her throat each time. She had gone up and down a dozen times when I could feel the cum in my balls begin bubble up. She must sensed the same thing, as she reluctantly released my cock from her lip lock and stood up.

“I think I win, you were about to cum only after 2 minutes.” She bragged.

She wiped the saliva that had escaped her lips around her mouth and leaned over me to grab the beer that was on the windowsill. She couldn’t quite reach the bottle, so she put one knee on the couch next to me. Her pussy just so happened to be directly above my cock, I could feel the slick wetness that was leaking out of her.

“Oh…look what happened there.” She smirked and started to rub her slick pussy against my cock.

She moved her other leg onto the couch, now she was straddling me, her pussy still just hovering above my cock. She took a drink of beer, put the bottle down and impaled herself on my cock with one thrust. Within seconds I was completely buried inside her ultra-wet cunt, I couldn’t believe how easily I slide inside, considering the tightness of her pussy. She wiggled around a bit to find the right spot and then she began to slowly rock back and forth, grinding her clit against me.

“If you are a good boy and don’t cum too fast, I’ll let you fuck my ass after.” She whispered seductively in my ear.

The reward my wife had just offered had the opposite effect she intended. My cock swelled even bigger at the thought if fucking her tight ass. I started to feel the urge to cum building as she began to slide her sung soaking pussy up and down on me.

“I’d like that very much, but you keep doing that, it’s not going to happen. Why don’t you let me help”. I scolded her.

Taking control of her movements, I grabbed both of her hips and forced her down fully onto my cock. She kept up the grinding motion, making sure to keep her clit pressed against my pelvic bone. Once she got into a good rhythm I moved my hands to her plump ass cheeks. I spread her ass wide, exposing her pink asshole. I moved my hand so that I could massage her asshole with a finger. I was pleased to find that her backdoor was already well lubricated with her own juices. That made it much easier to probe her tight hole as she rode my cock.

“Yes please…right there…that’s perfect.” She moaned in my ear.

Her movements increased and I could sense she was close to cumming. I slid my finger deeper inside her asshole, moving it in and out in time with her movements. I could feel the firmness of my own cock pressing against my finger, her two passages only separated by a thin wall of skin. Her pussy tightened its grip on me and her asshole opened up sucking almost my entire finger inside. As her orgasm ripped through her body, both her pussy and asshole began to spasm uncontrollably. I continued to finger her ass while she ground her clit into me, trying to prolong her ecstasy as long as possible. Her pussy had leaked its cum all over me, I could feel it dripping down my balls. She dropped her full weight onto me, completely spent.

“Did you come?” she whispered into my ear.

I really enjoyed that she wasn’t playing any attention to me at all. She was treating me as her fuck toy, using me for her pleasure. Luckily I had not cum, I hoped she remembered the canlı kaçak bahis reward she had promised me. It was hard not to just continue to fuck her tight pussy and relieve the pressure that had been building all day.

“No I didn’t, not that it was easy. Do I get my reward now,” I said hopefully.

“Ummm…I don’t think so. All that made me pretty hungry, we should go downstairs for dinner first. What do you think?” She stood up sliding her incredibly still snug pussy off of my cock.

“Don’t look so sad, you can get into my ass later.” She smirked.

“You are going to leave me like this? I’m aching… my cock is so hard it hurts.” I pleaded with her.

“Well…you did do a good job, I came really hard a bunch of times. And your cock does look like it needs to come. I guess I should let you in my ass. I don’t want to do any damage down there. I’ll need that cock fully functional over the next 2 days.” She said lightly stroking me.

She moved over the bed, climbing up and laid face down on top of a pillow to prop her hips up a bit.

“The lube is over there” she motioned to the night stand.

I didn’t waste any time, I quickly grabbed the bottle of lube. I climbed on the bed and positioned myself straddling her legs, with my cock pressed against her ass. I squirt some lube on my cock, which was still glistening with her pussy juice, and began to rub my big sausage in between her brown buns.

“Ummm…that’s nice” she moaned as I worked my cock between her cheeks.

After a minute or two of that she reached back a spread her cheeks wide exposing her pink asshole. Her sphincter was still closed tightly, despite my earlier finger intrusion. I wondered if I was going to have the patience to work my big cock into that snug hole.

“More lube please” She requested.

I happily obliged and applied a generous amount to her tight opening. I positioned the head of my cock against her backdoor and slowly began pressing inside. I was a bit surprised when her hole opened up for me and the head of my dick slide into her ass fairly easily.

“Easy…You are huge” she warned me.

It took all my self-control not to push my dick deep inside her, but I eased up. I revered course and slowly pulled my cock out of her.

“Hmmm…yes” she moaned as her tight hole squeezed my cockhead out.

I began to get into a nice rhythm of playing peekaboo with the head of my cock and the rim of her asshole. Poking my cockhead inside, letting her get accustomed to the size, then slowing pulling it out. After 6 or 7 times she reached her hands back again, gripped her cheeks and spread them wide. This allowed me much better access and my cock plunged much deeper inside.

“Ugggh..so big. Was it worth the wait? Do you like fucking my tight little asshole?” she questioned.

“Yessss…yesss” was all I was able to muster in response.

I started to get into a nice rhythm as she continued to spread her ass wide while I skewered her butthole. I started to feel the cum begin to bubble up from my balls. One last time I pulled out of her ass, letting my hard-on rest for a second at her now slightly gaping hole. My cock began to spasm and twitch, signaling my now inevitable orgasm.

“Oh my…I can feel with twitching” she gasped.

I thought for a second that I shouldn’t have pulled out that last time, I worried that I would cum all over her ass and not inside her. Letting go of her ass cheeks, my wife grabbed both of my hands and pulled me into her deeper than I have ever been in her ass before. I was nearly buried to hilt when the cum started to explode in her rear passage. It felt like I was cumming for 5 mins as I spewed out rope after rope of cum into her hungry asshole.

“Yes, cum in my ass. Please fill me with your cum.” My wife encourage as I erupted inside of her.

I finally collapsed with exhaustion and let my still hard cock slip from her cum filled butthole. I spread her cheeks to see the evidence, hopping to see my cum dripping out of her gaping hole, I was again disappointed to see that it had almost immediately returned to form. I guess I need to work a lot more at stretching her out next time. We had just arrived in Vegas, there were 2 more days to work on that.

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My name is Julius Brown. I have this dilemma. It’s kind of a craving, if you will. I am a six-foot-six, athletic, fairly good-looking Black gentleman living in Iowa. I am the Patrol Supervisor for the Police Department of the town of Grand Vapid, which is home to only three thousand people. It’s a small town where everybody knows everybody. The Grand Vapid Police Department only has one hundred police officers, thirty of which are policewomen. I like my job. Fighting crime ( there is hardly any) in Middle America. I get bored most of the time. The only crime that occurs in Grand Vapid is littering, and that’s not really my department. The dilemma I have has nothing to do with my job as a policeman. However, it does involve some of my sexual proclivities and how I went about indulging them.

I’m going to put this as plainly as I can. I’m a man who likes large women. All colors and social backgrounds are welcome. Skinny chicks need not apply. I don’t know why. Anyway, there I was with this chick named Kory Anne Sanders. She’s around five feet ten inches tall, white-skinned and plump, with large breasts, wide hips and a wide waistline. Kory is the daughter of William Sanders, the Chief of Police. Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. Sounds risky. However, the Chief won’t bother me. Not unless he wants me to reveal to his wife Michelle illegal bahis that he likes to suck cock once in a great while. Yeah, the Chief of Police was a bisexual man. I caught him with Todd Jenkins, one of the local thugs. Jenkins has a reputation for being vicious and evil. He’s also an arsonist. I guess we can add bisexual con artist to his list of accomplishments and vices. I’ll keep banging his fat slut of a daughter and there’s nothing he can do about it. His wife Michelle Johnson Sanders is also the county judge, so you know he’ll get screwed in a divorce.

Kory is a very cute chubby woman. She always does as she’s told. I like that in a woman. Presently, she was sucking on my ten-inch black cock like her life depended on it. I smiled as she knelt before me, worshiping at my altar. She’s a lot of fun. She sucked my cock and licked my asshole. I love it when she did that. Once she got done sucking me, I told her to get on her hands and knees and show me that butt hole of hers. I’ve read somewhere that the bigger the woman, the tighter the asshole. It’s a theory which I’ve proven to be true. My penchant for anally inclined large women has enabled me to explore this fetish many times. Kory is one of my favorites. This big woman loved taking it in the ass. I gently pressed my cock against Kory’s asshole and pushed it inside. illegal bahis siteleri She gasped as my cock slid up her asshole. I laughed and smacked her hot booty. I rammed my cock into her butt hole. There’s something special about a big woman’s asshole. Not only is it tighter but it’s also wonderful around my dick. It massages the dick gently as you penetrate it. I especially love to fuck big women who are anal virgins. They are always nervous about getting a huge cock up their assholes but in the end, most of them love it. If you’re living with a big woman, I urge you to fuck her in the ass. It might just turn out to be the most fun thing you’ve ever done. Trust me, I know what I speak of.

Kory howled as I rammed my cock into her anal cavity like the commanding general of a large army invading enemy territory. I grabbed a handful of her long blonde hair and yanked her head back. I never get tired of doing that. She must really be into anal for she spread her plump butt cheeks even wider, giving my cock even greater access into her tight backdoor. I flipped her on her back, so that I may look into her eyes as I fucked her in the ass. I looked into Kory’s eyes. They were widened and almost fearful as I rammed my cock into her sweet asshole. Doubtlessly, no one had ever fucked her like this before. I reached with my hand canlı bahis siteleri and dipped my fingers into her pussy. She smiled. I slowly inserted my entire fist into her pussy and her eyes grew even wider. I grinned and continued to pump my cock into her butt hole. Kory’s asshole was incredibly elastic. It could stretch to accommodate almost any size of cock. That’s why I like her so much, I think. I drilled my cock into her asshole, stretching it to the max. Then I came, sending my hot manly seed deep inside her. Kory howled as my hot cum flooded her asshole. I grinned. Her screams are and always will be music to those ears of mine.

Later, I experimented with her some more. I slowly inserted my fist into her asshole. Kory’s eyes widened like saucers. She was a strong woman, though, and didn’t scream as her asshole got stretched and penetrated. I sank my fist deeper into her asshole, like I had done with her pussy earlier. Her asshole was tight, even after I fucked it with my dick. Kory screamed as I went in deeper. I continued to manually explore her asshole until I reached bottom and could go no further. Slowly, I pulled out. Kory’s ass was now a gaping hole. It was a wonderful thing to see.
I spat inside, and she grinned at me. I love this woman. Not only was she big and beautiful but she also sucked cock and took it up the ass like a pro. They don’t make women like her anymore. Remind me to take her someplace nice one of these days. I’m thinking a fancy restaurant or something. I could fuck her during bathroom breaks. Sounds good? Let me know.

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“If this does not solve your issue Patrick. I swear to God I am going to fire you as soon as you get back.”

“Yes, sir.” Patrick muttered as he hung up the phone. Patrick was sitting in some therapist’s waiting room. He looked around at the cream-colored walls as he debated reading Newsweek. He decided against it and his mind wandered.

‘This is all her fault’ he thought to himself, ‘This job was at least bearable until she was assigned to me. She is such a brat, why don’t they understand it’s not my fault that we can’t make it work. If I hear what a genius she is again I’ll save them the trouble of firing me. I can’t believe I’m gonna lose my job because of some bratty college intern.’

Ashley was her name and she was already a junior in college despite being only 18 years old. Patrick was a pretty bright guy himself, which is why Ashley had been assigned to work with him in the first place. However, Patrick had become accustomed to working alone, and he had not taken well to having a sidekick.

‘I wonder if she’s even going to show? Maybe that would show them how irresponsible she is.’

“Patrick?” a defiantly dressed, middle-aged woman asked while she looked at her clipboard. Patrick nodded and the woman continued, “I am Dr. Walsh and I am here to help you out today.”

Patrick could not help but stare. The woman had over tanned skin and dark brown hair that was tied back in business-like manner. She wore a revealing, dark business suit that hugged her trim figure. She wore 4-inch heels that pushed her to almost 6 feet tall and made her black stockings look perfectly erotic. Her short skirt came about a third of the way down her thighs, struggling to cover the top of her stockings. Her skirt looked ready to rip while her generous backside jiggled inside it. Her breasts were very perky and round; they were obviously fake and looked to be around 34 DD in size. The four inches of cleavage sliding out of her jacket were enough to make any schoolboy cum in his shorts.

“Follow me.” she ordered as she turned and walked down the hall. Patrick’s eyes were glued to her jiggling bottom.

“I though Ashley was supposed to be here as well?” Patrick questioned.

“We’ll get to that, come in here and have a seat.” Dr. Walsh spoke. They walked in to a room with several chairs pushed close together but with no table. There was a king sized bed in the center of the room. She quickly shut the door behind him and she took a seat opposite him. “Listen to me Patrick. I am very unorthodox but if you do not do as I say I will tell your boss to fire you, ok?”

“Yes, ma’am” he muttered as his eyes went to the ground.

“Now you are good looking man, Patrick.” said Dr. Walsh as her eyes glazed over his lean, tan body. “I want you to tell me three things that make you sexually superior.”

“What?!?”

“You heard me, and do not cross me.”

Patrick smiled like a jackass. “One: I have a 8 inch dick. Two: I cum a lot, I mean more than any porn star I have ever seen. Three: I can cum several times without getting soft.”

“Well that certainly is impressive. Now take off your clothes.” Dr. Walsh gave him a look like she meant business.

Patrick stood up and stripped off his shirt, then slipped his shoes and socks off. He noticed that it was very cold in here. Colder than a movie theater. He undid his belt buckle and realized that his flaccid penis was probably all shriveled up. When he slipped his underwear down, he heard Dr. Walsh laugh in his face.

“Ashley, come in here!” Dr. Walsh cried while her eyes stayed locked on Patrick’s now shrinking penis.

Before Patrick had time to react, Ashley walked into the room and began laughing as well. “8 inches huh? That thing looks like it couldn’t even get to 8 centimeters if I told you to put in my ass!” Both the girls laughed and Patrick turned a bright red.

He tried to concentrate on Ashley in an attempt to get his flaccid penis to grow. She had a slim build and lightly tanned skin. Her light brown hair was neck length. She was wearing a slutty tank-top that had her 34-D tits pouring out of it. She had a firm, little ass that was illegal bahis tucked away in some short, semi-see through skirt.

It did not work, Patrick’s dick shrunk even more. The girls continued to mock him.

“I was kind of excited when he said he could spew buckets of cum! I love getting my face plastered with loads of hot cum. Guess he won’t be doing that today though, huh?” Dr. Walsh squealed as she pinched his soft penis between her fingers.

Ashley laughed. “I know it. That pathetic dick over there couldn’t pleasure anyone on this planet. Maybe that is why he is so cranky all the time.” Ashley’s eyes turned to Patrick’s, “Look at the bright side, every woman in the world can deep throat you! Though throat is giving you too much credit.” Ashley walked over and cupped his entire manhood in the palm of her hand and shrieked with delight.

“Go lay down on the bed over there ‘big boy’. Lie on your back with your feet on the ground.” Dr. Walsh said, emphasizing the phrase big boy. Patrick did as he was told, laying on his back but keeping his feet on the ground so that his butt rested on the edge of the bed. The two women crawled up onto the bed, one on each side of him, resting on their knees as they hovered over him.

Patrick’s dick had stopped shrinking and was responding to the fact that Ashley had just grabbed him and was now positioned in a way that allowed him to gaze down her shirt.

“Maybe if you lick his little dick it will get a little bigger?” Dr. Walsh said to Ashley. Ashley nodded and bent down and licked his dick without using her hands. Meanwhile, Dr. Walsh tied his hands to the bedpost. She then buried Patrick’s face in her cleavage. Patrick was so smothered that all he could do was take it in.

Ashley started to lap at his balls while his dick slowly began hardening. She was getting a little rough as she popped both testicles in her mouth and sucked hard. She then started teething at his now nearly hard dick. Because she refused to use her hands, this was a very sloppy procedure and she had a hard time corralling him. She tried to use her face to pin down his cock but it would often just slide along her now moist face, forcing her to start over.

“He’s hard now, and he is big!” Ashley proclaimed.

“Good, now lets she how he likes this. Climb up here honey, and sit on his face.” Dr.Walsh ordered.

Ashley did as she was told, she straddled Patrick’s face and hiked up her skirt, revealing a perfect ass and no underwear. She shimmied onto his face.

“Now eat her out!” ordered the woman in charge. Patrick obediently followed suit as he lapped at her dripping pussy. Ashley was moaning with delight as she slowly rocked back and forth on his face. Her asshole was pushing against his nose as he sloppily licked her pussy. Meanwhile, the Dr. Walsh climbed between his legs and forcefully wrapped her hands around his rock-hard cock before plunging her mouth over every inch of him.

This went on for a few minutes; Ashley began to cum as Patrick feverishly tongued her throbbing clit. Ashley came quietly, as she was too lost in her own sexual ecstasy. When she came, her pussy gushed itself all over Patrick’s already soaking face. The woman in charge alternated between deep-throating him, smacking him, and playing with his balls.

After she came, Dr. Walsh ordered her to suck on his cock while staying in the same position. She told Patrick to eat Ashley’s puckered ass. He took his time as Ashley bent over to take his manhood deep in her mouth. He stared at her tight, little butthole. He thought about all the times he had pleasured himself at the thought of licking this girl’s ass. Finally he began to lightly tongue at her while she squealed with delight. It was quite obvious that none of her boyfriends had ever worked up the courage to please her in this way.

Eventually he became more forceful as this became a full-fledged rim-job. Ashley was in heaven as she sucked hard on his cock, moaning with intense pleasure. Her teeth often dug into him since she was lost in her own world. However, Patrick did not mind this girl’s teeth on his throbbing cock while he had his tongue illegal bahis siteleri planted on her asshole.

“Sit up young lady.” the woman in charge ordered. Ashley obeyed, trying to catch her breath, as she smothered Patrick beneath her teenage butt. “I am going to put your cock in my ass young man.” Dr. Walsh proclaimed.

He licked Ashley’s bottom with all his might; he felt a firm grip around his penis. Eventually, he felt an immense rush of warmth on the tip of his cock as Dr. Walsh began sitting on his dick. He moaned with pleasure as Dr. Walsh’s sphincter wrapped itself around his cock. It was obvious that the doctor had done this before because her ass was not as tight as he expected.

Soon, the woman in charge had the tip of his cock comfortably lodged inside her butthole and she began to shimmy down his 8-inch length. She sighed with delight every time her generous butt swallowed another inch of his cock. Soon, her slightly flabby ass cheeks were resting on his pubic area and she began to rock back and forth, enjoying the monster cock in her ass.

Ashley slowly grinded her ass on Patrick’s face at the sight of this, wondering when it would be her turn to have her ass plowed. She was loving every second of this rim-job but her fantasies went far beyond this. Little did she know that Dr. Walsh was about to make one of her most secret fantasies come true.

“We need more lube hon.” the doctor said as she slowly pulled her ass off of Patrick’s hungry dick. Without a moment’s hesitation, Ashley bent over as Patrick continued to feast on her ass and enveloped every inch his cock. Before she knew it, she was sucking as hard as she could with a cock halfway down her esophagus. Patrick picked up pace as he pleasured Ashley’s ass at a furious pace with nothing but his tongue.

Ashley exploded into her second orgasm at the thought of chocking on this man’s cock straight out of woman’s ass while her salad was tossed. Her lips were wrapped around the base of his penis as she dug her teeth in slightly to prevent her gag reflex from expunging this cock from the throat. She used her tongue to lick everywhere she could reach as her body shook with pleasure. After a 15 second orgasm she let Patrick’s throbbing cock slide out of her mouth as it was now covered in her saliva. After sitting up she heard Patrick proclaim, “I’m gonna cum!”

“Come here, honey!” the doctor ordered as Ashley scampered between his legs. She stripped off her shirt and positioned her flushed face and heaving breasts in the line of fire. The woman in charge stroked his cock and soon enough a heavy stream of hot cum plastered Ashley’s young face. It hit her forehead and dribbled down her face. The next stream was a little less forceful and landed on her cleavage and Ashley wailed with gratification under his hot cum. After several torrents of semen, Ashley looked like a girl from a bukakke movie with her face and tits covered in cum.

Ashley fell back on herself and licked her lips tasting his cum. A fully-dressed Dr. Walsh wasted no time and wanted to see if this man could live up to his third promise. True enough, his cock was still rock-hard. She hiked her skirt up, turned around and once again sat on his cock. As she bounced up and down on Patrick’s shaft, she watched the beautiful young girl squirm with delight after being covered in cum.

“Get up her and eat me out!” she cried out. Ashley dutifully got to her knees and placed her cum-blasted face where she could feast on the doctor’s pussy. Ashley licked a woman’s clit for the first time and it almost immediately pushed the doctor into a frenzy. She pulled at the back of this girl’s head giving her no choice but to eat her out as the doctor’s ass slid up and down on Patrick’s thick cock.

Once again she slipped Patrick’s cock out of her ass. This time she did it more quickly as his dick flung forward. Ashley pulled her mouth from Dr. Walsh’s pussy and began to suck on Patrick’s cock. After slobbering on it for a half a minute, she pulled it out and slid it back into the doctor’s hungry ass.

Ashley went back at the clit in front of her and soon the doctor was beginning canlı bahis siteleri to orgasm. She bounced up and down on Patrick’s cock while this girl submissively tongued her clit. Her body shook as Ashley maintained her pace wonderfully. At the peak of her climax she thrust Patrick’s cock deep within in her ass and let Ashley’s cum-covered face carry her over the edge.

After it was over, she took Patrick’s cock out of her well-pounded ass and tried to gather herself. Meanwhile, Ashley hustled around the bed and untied Patrick.

“My turn.” she pouted. Patrick stood up and Ashley assumed the submissive portion of the doggy-style position. Dr. Walsh took her top off, licked her finger and penetrated Ashley’s tight asshole. Luckily, the rim-job she received earlier lubed her up well. The doctor continued to finger the young girl’s butthole as she climbed on her knees. She swallowed Patrick’s cock. His dick had become slightly softer since being buried in her ass, but it quickly stiffened up in her mouth.

She pulled her finger out and popped his length out of her mouth. Patrick took over as he rested the tip of his cock on Ashley’s engorged butthole. He let it sit there for a second before he slowly slid the tip of his cock in. Ashley moaned with a mix of pleasure and pain. Patrick went slowly as Ashley’s sphincter became used to his thick cock. The woman in charge sat herself down on the floor, facing Patrick, but in a manner in which allowed her to pleasure Ashley’s dripping pussy.

Eventually, Patrick had pushed the base of his cock right up against the young girl’s stretched sphincter. He held it there as Ashley felt Dr. Walsh’s talented tongue on her clit. Ashley had never experienced anything like it before, Dr. Walsh certainly new what she was doing. Moaning with pleasure, she felt Patrick begin to start thrusting. It hurt at first but with the tongue lashing her clit was experiencing, pleasure soon took over.

After three minutes of an intense ass pounding, Patrick slid his cock out of Ashley’s ass and choked Dr. Walsh with it. The doctor feverishly fingered herself as Patrick throat fucked her with a dick straight from some young slut’s ass. Patrick unloaded another batch of cum down her throat. She chocked and tried to pull away but Patrick, with his hand on the back of her head, forced her to take all of it. She was grateful.

Ashley waited patiently for Patrick to finish what he started. Finally, Patrick penetrated her again this time with a fervor she could hardly imagine. Dr. Walsh was renewed after having a monster load being forced down her throat; she feasted on Ashley’s clit once again.

Patrick pounded her virgin ass ferociously for several minutes until the young girl came to her most intense climax of the night. She shivered as both the doctor and Patrick rhythmically pleased her. She shouted at the top of her lungs as Patrick thrust his still hard cock as deep as it would go. Eventually, her climax retreated along with Patrick’s cock.

Ashley turned around and took a seat next to the doctor. Her still cum-covered face moved forward as her mouth began engorging itself on more cock. After Ashley’s mouth backed away, the doctor’s engaged. Patrick moaned as two beautiful women were now competing to swallow his cock.

The woman in charge pulled the cock from her mouth and slid it between her tits, giving Patrick his first tit-job. He could not have asked for a more perfect set of tits as his 8-inch cock was fully enveloped by these babies. Eventually Ashley followed suit, sliding his cock between her perky, large, cum-slicked breasts. She looked up at him and smiled before moving her mouth back over his cock.

After this display, Patrick grabbed his cock and began beating off over the girls. They squealed with delight as they looked at each other and smiled in anticipation of their cum shower.

“Make me look like her” Dr. Walsh pleaded motioning towards Ashley and her cum-covered body. With that Patrick aimed towards the doctor and unleashed a stream of cum that went from Dr. Walsh’s forehead all the way to her tits. The next stream went to Ashley whose face was begging for more semen. After it was all said and done both women were plastered with cum.

“Well, I guess you two will keep your jobs, but I am going to need to see you next week!” Dr. Walsh said as she licked the cum from her lips.

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