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A week ago Lisa had hung me from a hook and more or less savaged me, leaving bruises, hickies, bite and lash marks all over my torso, and my muscles fatigued and sore. The third day after, while I was trying to find a position in bed that wasn’t painful, she came in naked, with sad eyes. She pulled the covers back and looked at my marked body. The bruises were turning yellow in places. Her eyes were wet.

She muttered, “Never again.”

“Sounds good to me.”

She looked me in the eyes, her face sorrowful. “I want to hold you.” A declaration that was somehow a question too.

I’ve got no defense against her sorrow. I just want to make her feel better. “Only if you hold me tight.”

She made a soft sound of relief and snuggled up to me, gently. It was good.

…

The next few days we had sweet, normal sex. The most aggressive she got was when she worked her way up my chest and sat on my face, her hands tugging my hair as she screamed in orgasm. We did all the things we had done before. It was satisfying and safe.

Thursday I came home from work. She was sitting on the couch in the front room, wearing red panties and a silky camisole. A very good look on her.

“Come sit on my lap, baby.”

I laughed. “I’d crush you.”

“Then sit next to me.” She patted the couch on her left side. I sat there.

She squirmed over my lap and straddled me. Pulling her top over her head and leaning into me, she buried her face in the hollow of my neck, which she gently licked. Leaning back she pulled my shirt up and apart, sending buttons everywhere. I put my arms back and let her rip it off. She pressed her body into mine, her breasts squeezed against my chest. We kissed for a time.

“We need to talk, baby.” She was whispering into my ear.

“I know.”

She took her time, breathing on my neck. “I went too far. We won’t do any of that again. We’ll go back to how it used to be.”

It was hard for me to say, and I started blushing. “I’m not sure I want to go back. Or not all the way back …”

She breathed in loudly and pushed back to look at me. “Really? You like what I’ve been doing to you?”

I didn’t want to meet her eyes but she held my head making me look at her. “Some of it.” My face was burning.

She smiled slightly. “What some of it?”

I had to think for a while. When I’m on the spot I’m not always articulate. “It’s important to me that I take care of you. And I have. In all kinds of ways. That time in St. Louis …” There had been an incident walking back to our car. “Standing between you and a threat … it felt like something I was born for.” I didn’t want to bring up an old argument, but I added, “I just wish you’d have run like I told you to.”

“Like I’d ever leave you behind.” She’d stood next to me with a savage grin and said, with a Guy Ritchie gangster accent I hadn’t known she could do, “Well, come on if you think you’re hard enough, ye cunts!” We all looked at her, including me, and the enemy told each other that it wasn’t worth fucking with “that crazy bitch.”

“As much as I felt right protecting you, knowing that you were protecting me kind of made me feel …”

She asked, “Made you feel how?”

“Warm and creamy.”

She laughed and I joined her.

“So what do you like that I’ve done?”

I was blushing and embarrassed. “Don’t make me say.”

“When I took your temperature? When I spanked you?”

I nodded.

“And pegging?”

“When çiğli escort you’re not too rough.”

“What about tying you up?”

I wanted to explain this right, which took some thought. “I want to please you. I want to give you everything you want.” She started to speak but I interrupted her. “I guess I like when you tell me what to do, at least in bed. That was a surprise.” More thought. “But I’ve been in pain for a week. I’ve barely recovered. I’m only just now able to walk normally.” I took a deep breath. “We can’t keep doing that.”

She sat up higher and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling my face into her chest. “We won’t do that anymore, baby.”

I sighed. “Ok, then.”

She leaned into me and whispered in my ear. “You still might be walking funny tomorrow though …”

“Wait, what?”

She pulled back and switched ears, whispering, “Your ass is in for a long night.”

I felt a little chill down my back. With her hand on the back of my neck she noticed. “Oh my God! I felt your hair stand up! That’s the coolest thing that’s ever happened!”

I denied it. “My hair didn’t stand up.”

“Say what you want. I know what I felt.” She looked at me. “Go get ready, baby.” She meant that I should use the toilet if I needed to and shower, which I did.

When I got to the bedroom I saw she had lit candles. She was lighting one on the dresser with her back to me. She was naked and not wearing a harness. I had expected a long pegging, which had me nervous, but if not, what? An extended spanking? Wouldn’t that be worse?

Having lit the candle she blew out the match and turned to face me. She was wearing a pink dildo, long but not too very thick. It was not realistically shaped like some of her other ones, being smooth throughout its length, though swollen at the head.

“Ok, what’s holding that on?” Though I had some idea.

“Holding it in, you mean. Kegels! It’s a Feeldoe!” She flexed internal muscles and the toy flopped up and down a bit. “See? I can move it like yours.”

I smiled. “Yes, I see. Very cute.”

“Well come on. I’ve been waiting to try this for a week.” She opened a drawer and pulled out the cuffs she’d used to hang me from the ceiling. “Let’s put these on.”

I might have some PTSD from the last time she used those. My heart started racing and I said, “Um, I’d rather not use those tonight …”

In the dim candlelight I don’t think she could see my face, but she might have heard something in my voice. “No, of course not, baby. I’ll put them away.” Which she did.

There were pillows in the middle of the bed. “How do you want me?” She’d had me face up, face down, and bent over the couch once.

“Face down this time. It won’t be so tiring.” Tiring for who?

I positioned myself over the pillows, ass up. She leaned forward a bit, her toy resting between my cheeks, and tugged on the pillows, pulling them lower on my hips and aiming my butt in a more vertical direction. Then she sat up, straddling my thighs.

“Flex your cheeks a bit. Squirm.”

“Aww jeez.” So embarrassing. I did it anyway.

She took a shuddering breath. “You have no idea how much I like this view.” She put a hand on me. “Since you followed my orders I’ll go a little easier on you. Maybe a shorter spanking …”

“If I was good, do I even need a spanking? Maybe we can skip that?”

“Hmm. I’ll have to fill the missing time with a longer fucking çiğli escort bayan then …”

“Wait, let me think …”

“How about I just add a little color then?” She started spanking me, not too fast and not too hard, alternating cheeks. It really didn’t hurt much at first, but from the other time she’d spanked me I knew the sensations would build over time, and could eventually become excruciating.

Before that happened she stopped and leaned back, regarding her handiwork. “I want you pink, but it’s hard to tell with these candles. I’ll have to keep going until I can see the results.”

“Wait! I can tell they’re pink. Put your hands on me and you’ll feel they’re warm!”

She put her hands on my cheeks and squeezed them. “They’re a biiit warm …”

“Then turn on the lights and see!” She didn’t respond but kept gently rubbing and squeezing me. I tried a ploy and started squirming again.

“Oh, you naughty boy. I know what you’re doing.”

“Is it working?”

She laughed. “Yes. Yes it is.” She leaned over me again and opened a bedside drawer. Sitting up again she applied lube to her dildo and, spreading my cheeks with her left hand, squirted some on my anus.

Keeping her left hand in place she lined up the head of her toy and started pushing it in. It hadn’t looked too thick before but it hurt going in. Whenever she pegged me it hurt in the beginning.

Eventually it popped in and there was some relief though I still felt painfully stretched. She paused a moment and then began pushing deeper, very slowly.

“Wait, wait, stop a minute. Let me get used to it.” I was nervous and talking fast.

“I’ll go slow. It’ll help if you try to push it out.” She kept going deeper, slowly but inexorably.

I tried to push it out and it did help, though I was nearly panicking from the vulnerability of my situation. If she decided to shove it in I couldn’t resist, and she’d done that before. I was squirming for real this time.

Eventually she bottomed out, laying my back. We were both breathing hard. She turned my head to the right and held my face down with one hand. She ran her nails gently down my back with the other.

“Reach back and spread your cheeks so I can get all the way in, baby.”

I would not do that. She was bottoming out. “You’re all the way in now. There’s no more room.”

“There’s always a bit more room. Like packing a suitcase.” How romantic. She slid her hands down and pulled my cheeks apart, and somehow found another inch of depth. “See?”

She began slowly rocking back and forth, her breasts sliding up and my back as she moved. “Put your arms down.” I did, and she hugged my torso, pinning my arms to my side. Increasing her tempo she reached a hand up and grabbed my hair. Pretty soon she was slamming into me, muttering under her breath, “Take it baby. Just take it.”

From long experience I could tell when she was approaching orgasm, but this time it took longer than I expected. She was pounding in and out, both of us panting, for an interminable length of time. I might have used a safe word but it seemed like it would be over soon so I tried to wait her out. It wound up being a long wait.

When she reads this I think she might not like me sharing that when she comes she squirts. This time when she came it was like someone poured a glass of warm water on my butt, as she ground into me, gasping with pleasure. The sensations were overwhelming escort çiğli and I lost a certain amount of muscular control, my whole body shuddering. Eventually she slowed down and finally came to rest, pinning my arms to my body and breathing hard. I lay there limp and exhausted.

When she caught her breath she spoke quietly. “Best. Toy. Ever.” She kissed my back and slid her hands to my head, my hair. “What do you think?”

I was able to talk now. “It was … intense.”

“I hope you like it, because we’re going to be doing this a lot.”

“Give me a few days to recover first, ok?”

“We’ll see about that. But you misunderstood. I meant a lot tonight. You didn’t think we were done yet? I’ve just started.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

She wasn’t kidding. She started moving again and I realised that she’d be fucking me for a long time. She’s multi orgasmic and can pretty much keep coming until she’s too tired to move or my tongue gets exhausted. Something I’d like for myself, but nope. Thanks Obama.

She came 4 more times, I think, each time at the end of a 20 minute cycle which would finish with her slamming into me really hard. I wound up limp and passive as she had her way with me. I’ve heard of sub space and I guess that’s where I was, because my brain wasn’t functioning normally. Eventually I started thinking again and realised she’d been still for a while. Listening to her breathing I realised she had dozed off.

“Lisa.” No response. “Lisa!”

In a drowsy voice she said, “Be quiet baby. Mommy’s sleeping.” Mommy?

Still, I laughed. “Lisa! Wake up!”

She woke up and reflexively started moving in me again. “Mmmm.”

“Don’t start again, Lisa! I need some sleep for work tomorrow.” Today. I had to be at work in 4 hours.

She kept thrusting gently but eventually sighed and pulled out. I exhaled with relief. “We could have slept like we were, you know.” She sounded a bit annoyed.

“I can’t sleep with that thing in me. Are you kidding?”

“Why not? I did.”

I laughed. “It wasn’t in your butt.” I started to roll over to get up but she pushed me down.

“Stay still. I’m gonna clean you off.” She climbed off the bed and went into the bathroom, coming back with the baby wipes and trash can. She began wiping her come and our sweat off my ass.

“Your backside smells like my front side.” She was rubbing me gently, cleaning our mess.

“Um … ew?”

She laughed. “No, I like it.” She stopped rubbing. “Oh my God, wait! That gives me an idea! Don’t move.” She rolled off the bed and ran to the bathroom.

“I’ll just lie here until you come back,” I said to the empty room.

When she came back she straddled my thighs again.

“No more pegging now, Lisa. I’m worn out.”

“Shh. I’m not pegging you. Keep still.” She again spread my cheeks and I felt something being inserted into me. It wasn’t big but by now I was really sore. I tried to squirm away but she held me in place. The friction stopped but I felt pressure build inside.

“What the hell are you doing??”

She suddenly pulled whatever she’d put in me out, though there was still some pressure. Spreading my cheeks with both hands she inspected my ass.

“That might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen …” Her voice was breathy.

“What?”

She moved a hand and I felt a tug on my anus. “Your tampon string hanging out.” She pulled it around in a circle, not removing it but stretching me from every angle.

I groaned. “Just take it out please?”

“I’ll take it out when the alarm goes off. That’s only 3 hours.” She pulled me off the pillows and into her spoon, wrapping her arms around my chest. “You’re my sweet baby.” She fell asleep almost immediately.

So did I.

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Mark came in from work and the first thing he noticed was music; the blues, rhythmic, and somewhat sensual. A glance in the room reveals nothing, so he slowly proceeds through the house. He sees her now, in the kitchen; her back is turned and she is attempting to reach something on the upper shelf of an opened cabinet. Her body is stretched to its limits, the muscles firm and taunt; but the first thing he notices is THAT skirt: jet black, very tight, and extremely short. Immediately he begins to awaken.

His mind full of images, Mark decides to sneak up behind her and place his hand under that skirt. He wants to surprise her, cause her to jump and fall back against him. He longs to see her blush when she brushes against his semi erect penis. He lightly crosses the floor, not wanting his footfalls to echo against the ceramic tile beneath him. Ever so slowly he reaches his hand between her legs and surprises his self with the realization she has nothing on under THAT skirt.

He is keenly aware that she has planned this…and in an instant he is fully erect. Debbie turns and her smile says it all. He wraps her in his arms and immediately begins nibbling on her neck, behind her ears, all those spots he knows so well. The spots that cause her to at first giggle, then squirm, and later…yes,…well,…he knows what happens then too. Debbie is delighting in his attention, relishing the moment, and within seconds she is no stranger to the hardness of his stiff cock pressing against her abdomen. This is what she had in mind all along and at that moment they both know it.

Mark pulls back and smiles at her, taking in the devilish sparkle he sees in her eyes; then shifts his gaze downward at the hardness of her nipples straining against the thin material covering them. He notes that she has left very little up to the imagination. Debbie reaches out and begins to slowly unbutton his shirt. Sliding it off of him, her hands fluttering across his chest, she places soft kisses down his neck and across his shoulders. Mark closes his eyes and begins to breathe deeply, relaxing to her touch. Suddenly she bites down playfully against his collarbone, sending a current running through the entire length of his body. Instantly Mark snaps out of his sleep. This will not be one of those slow quiet times; this is going to get wildly passionate.

He retaliates by attempting to pin her against the counter; but she quickly spins to the right, reminding him of a receiver attempting to continue his run down field. But, Mark likes this game and he is good at it; thus Debbie is flattened against the refrigerator in an instant. His hands are gripped tightly around her wrists, and his body is pressed firmly up against her, pinning her to the cool stainless steel surface. Immediately she realizes that she does not have the strength or the leverage to regain her freedom, so she simply smiles as if to say…”I give up now.”

“What are you going to do now, Deb?” He asks with a grin.

She continues to blush, flustered by not knowing what her next move should be. Mark laughs as he brings her arms up over her head, careful not to lose his grip. She may not be fighting now, but he knows her well enough to admit that relaxing his grip would result in resuming the chase. He has the upper hand and he does not want to lose it. Once her wrists are side by side against each other, he quickly grabs them both with his left hand. As expected she tried to slip away during his transfer, but Mark held tight and her attempts failed. Again, he laughs.

“C’mon, Deb, you know you can’t fight me.”

She knows he is right.

His right hand free, he pushes her skirt up over her hips. She knows what he is about to do and lets out this long, low moan in anticipation.

“Oh, you know this is what you want.” He whispers in her ear.

She tries once more to pull free and fails. He laughs and reaches his free hand down to feel her pussy. She clinches her legs together as tightly as she possibly can in defiance.

“So you want to play rough, huh?” He asks.

This time it is Debbie that laughs. Mark places his foot between hers and presses his knee in between her thighs. It takes little force for his strong leg to part hers.

“See how easy that was?” He boasts. “What are you going to do now, Deb?”

Once again, he places his hand between her legs. She wildly thrashes her hips, attempting to keep a moving target. His voice low, he leans in and whispers,

“You’re just making me harder, you know.”

Probing, he spreads her lips and realizes just how wet she has become. Two of his fingers quickly and easily slide into her, his thumb automatically coming to rest on her swollen clit.

“You like this, I can tell. You’re so hot, so wet, I can even smell you.” He whispers. “Why do you want to fight me when it feels so good?”

Debbie relaxes to the pleasure of his touch, throwing her hips forward and rubbing against his engorged cock. Mark realizes that the swelling in his pants has üçyol escort become so great it is beginning to hurt. He makes a decision and once again whispers in her ear.

“If I let you loose are you going to run?”

She refuses to answer.

“Debbie, promise me you won’t run.” He demands.

She promises.

He is keenly aware that she is lying. But it is part of the game and they both love the game. Mark hesitates momentarily and continues to hold her hands above her head, his bare chest pressing against her, while his right hand plays with the lovely wetness between her legs. Eventually he brings up his right hand to lick the fingers that were just buried deep inside her. Her taste is wonderful and his lust continues to grow.

“Baby, you taste so good.” he starts, “Now, if I let go, you promise not to run, right?”

“I promise” she lies.

Mark could care less. Let the game continue. Still holding her hands above her head, he leans forward and kisses her. She can just barely taste herself on his lips and she gets just a little bit wetter. As they kiss, he lets go of her hands. Immediately he goes for her breasts and pinches the hardened nipples through the sheer material of her blouse. He feels her hands go directly for the waistband of his pants and the throbbing in his cock escalates with the promise of freedom.

Without warning, she pushes against his hips with all her might, breaking their kiss, and forcing him off balance. He turns to see her running, skirt still pushed up over her ass, her cheeks exposed for his enjoyment. As she rounds the corner of the doorway, he takes off after her. By now Debbie has reached the stairway at the end of the hall and is descending the steps two at a time. He knows she is heading towards the game room and begins closing in. Mark finally catches up and reaches out just in time to grab her around the waist, picking her up off of her feet.

She begins to squirm and kick as he carries her over to the couch. Mark tosses her down a little less than gently, as is done when playing the game, then sits straddling her belly to keep her from going anywhere.

“Deb!” Mark commands as he attempts to catch his breath, “You promised!”

Still kicking and arms flailing, she pretends not to hear. He quickly grabs her arms and once again gathers them up in one hand above her head. Debbie looks up from her trapped position and gives him a lustful smile. She is pleased, and it is evident this is what she wanted all along.

The room is quiet except for the sounds of their heaving chests, almost in time with the other. They pause for a moment to catch their breath. She can see the outline of his hard cock straining to be released from the confines of his pants. Her smile grows as she moistens her lips with the tip of her pink tongue. Mark’s lust is growing and he is determined to have her. They both know that this is what the game is all about. With his free hand he removes his belt.

Making a loop at the end, he wraps it around her wrists and then secures the loose end to the open rail on the arm of the couch. She tests her tether to find that her arms are quite secure. With that out of the way, he begins to unbutton her sheer blouse and expose the lovely pert breasts for his personal viewing pleasure. He then raises himself up off of her belly and slowly unzips the skirt, slides it down over her long lovely legs, and leaves her lying there on the couch exposed and vulnerable.

In an attempt to provoke him, she raises her voice as if in anger.

“Well! Mark! Now what? Is this it? Is this the best you can do? Are you just going to leave me here like this?”

He stands and begins to remove his pants.

“OH! NO! You’re not getting off that lucky. Just leave you here? I don’t think so.” Mark replied. “After all, Deb, you promised!”

She watches as he tosses his pants across the room and notices the faint spot of dampness forming on his tented boxers. As he lowers his boxers and exposes his thick, hard cock, he slowly smiles. Looking her straight in the eyes, he continues, “No, Deb, this time you are going to give me everything I want. Anything and everything, without question. Have I made myself clear?”

Mark lowers himself back into place over her belly, his heavy balls resting on her stomach. He strokes his cock once, producing a large drop of precum on the tip. He moves forward shoving it into her face.

“Here, Deb, lick that off for me.” He commands.

She gives him an evil grin in defiance, and makes no move to do as he asks. So he places a hand behind her head to hold her steady and takes his cock and rubs the drop across her lips. She frowns and squirms beneath him.

“Well, if you want to play that way…….” He says with a grin.

Mark slides back and leans closely to Debbie’s hard exposed nipples. He takes one between his lips and flicks it gently with his tongue. Suddenly he stops, gazes down into her face and says,

“Oh, üçyol escort bayan I forgot, you don’t want to play nice today!”

With that he leans forward again, this time pinching her nipple between his teeth and pulling back until it pulls free of his grip. She squirms in delight and he watches in amazement as her nipples seem to grow harder still. He repeats the process with her other breast and slowly begins to move down her body.

As he moves past her navel and towards her hips she begins to forget about the game. She is engrossed in the sensation of his touch; the kissing, the licking, and the quivers produced as he bites down just hard enough to bring a flush of color to her skin. As he continues his journey, Mark arrives to find her legs slightly parted, her scent intoxicating and her wetness obvious. Yes, she has been enjoying the game. He spreads her legs wide and runs his tongue along the full length of her; beginning at her puckered little asshole and finishing with her hard little clit. A long, low, moan escapes her lips as he sucks her swollen clit up between his lips. He can feel her raise her hips up to meet him, arching her back in ecstasy. Suddenly he stands defiantly,

“Oh! No, Deb! Not for you! Not right now! You did not keep your promise! It’s my turn now!”

Mark grabs her legs and twists her around so that her hips are at the edge of the cushion, her feet on the floor. He kneels on the floor between her legs, spreading her lips wide and takes in her beauty. He cannot help himself, and takes the opportunity to slide his tongue over her, licking deeply, one last time. Pulling back, he raises his head and points his massive cock at her wet slit. Taking himself in his hand, he runs the head of his dick all around in her wetness, rubbing hard against her clit, up and down her dripping pussy. They are both breathing hard as he finally drives the full length of himself deeply within her in one swift stroke, his balls slapping against her ass as he does.

A sudden gasp escapes her body as he plows himself deep within her. He remains there momentarily, eyes closed and motionless, enjoying the warm wetness clamped around his cock. As he opens his eyes, a playful grin slowly spreads across his face; he withdraws slowly, watching as the entire length of his manhood magically appears. As he slams himself deeply back into her hot wet pussy, she cries out a second time. Once buried, he grinds himself against her mound, causing his furry balls to rub in tight concentric circles against her ass.

Inhaling deeply, she raises her hips slightly, opening her legs even further allowing him to place his palm flatly against her abdomen. The pressure he applies causes her muscles to tighten and he moans. That is her cue and she contracts intentionally, squeezing hard, attempting to pull him in even further. He places his thumb firmly over her clit and begins to rub. Within minutes, their pace has been set and he takes in the view before him. He is moving slowly and deliberately now, not wanting this moment to end anytime soon.

His touch is skilled, and she cannot prevent her body from extending into an arch. He enjoys watching her now; head thrown back, lips slightly parted, her hips slowly gyrating in rhythm with him. He continues to watch himself move in and out of her and it is exciting him beyond description; he increases the pressure of his thumb against her clit, speeding up his movements, causing her to spasm uncontrollably. She cries out and suddenly begins to fight the restraint he has placed around her wrists. She has this desperate need to free herself, it borderlines on panic and he senses this.

The sensation of her pending orgasm, combined with the visual image before him is overwhelming and he is quick to pull out. He does not want to cum just yet. Mark leans forward to whisper in her ear.

“It’s okay. Relax. Just take a deep breath.” He coos as he gently strokes her hair.

After a minute he begins tracing her face with his fingers and placing soft kisses on her neck, on her shoulders, finally traveling down to her breasts.

“Please let me go.” She begs. “I promise to be good.” “Really, I swear! I promise!”

He slowly works his way back up to her ear and whispers,

“I don’t know if I should trust you.”

With that he reaches his hand back down between her legs, inserting two fingers slowly into her, his thumb once again resting on her clit. Instantly he can feel her muscles tense, and he smiles.

“Oh, god! Please! Mark! I swear! Oh god! I swear!” She cries.

He playfully bites down against her shoulder and she shudders. Again he works his way up to her ear.

“Will you do anything I ask?” “Anything at all?” He asks.

“YES!” She cries, “I SWEAR! OH! GOD! I SWEAR!”

Mark pulls back, his face full of lust, and he smiles.

“Let me think about it.” He replies.

Then he takes his engorged cock and swiftly enters her once again. Debbie screams.

He escort üçyol is fucking her harder now, and places his hands under her hips to lift her slightly higher. One of his fingers slides up her ass sending her into a frenzy. She is fighting her restraints again, begging him to stop, begging him not to stop. He continues to watch as wave after wave of orgasms rack her body. Mark can feel Debbie tensing as her wetness coats his cock, running down over his balls and onto his thighs. She is tugging at him and Mark pumps faster and faster into her. The sensations are intense, both physically and visually. He continues to take in the images before him. His cock appears, coated in their juices and then disappears as he drives back into her with all his might. He can no longer hold back and he thrusts deeply one last time, remaining buried within her as the orgasm takes over his body, his cock pumping its load inside of her. Debbie can feel his spasms and the thick cum shooting through her body, and cums once again.

Mark leaves his cock buried and leans up to kiss her, gently this time, and whispers in her ear,

“Deb, slow down for a minute, catch your breath. I want you to listen carefully. Are you with me?” he asks.

She is barely audible. “Yes.”

“Do you want me to let you go?” he asks.

Her body is still tense, her breathing uneven, almost a pant. Debbie opens hers eyes slowly, weakly pleading with him,

“Oh. God, yes! Please? Please, let me go Mark”.

She recognizes the lust-filled smile on his face. She knows that she started the game, but he is not ready to quit playing.

He leans in to her once again, “And what is our deal, Deb? What do I get in return for letting you go?”

Debbie takes a moment to think and almost whimpers as she says, “I will…. I will do anything…. anything you ask”

As the words come forth, she can feel his cock jerk inside of her, and her mind races. She is at his mercy and can not help but wonder what he could possibly be thinking.

“That’s a good girl, Deb”, he says, “Just don’t forget your promise this time. You wouldn’t want to end up like this again”.

Mark leans back and slowly, almost painfully, and pulls his softening cock from her slit. He quietly moves to untie her hands. As he does this, he purposely stands so that his cock hangs freely in front of her face. She can see the shine of their juices covering him and smells the thick scent of sex surrounding it. Mark unties the belt from the couch, and slowly removes it from around her wrists and massages them a little. There are some red marks from where she had struggled earlier. He gently kisses each wrist and ensures that they are not too bad. When he releases her hands, she massages and inspects each one as well. She had not even realized how hard she had pulled against her tether.

Confident that she is alright, Mark returns to the game. Standing before her, he says, “Deb, you need to sit up.”

She moves into a seated position before him and he says,

“Earlier I told you to remove a little precum from my cock and you wouldn’t. Now, my dear, you are going to use your mouth to clean my well used cock”

She had never taken him in her mouth after sex and was not too keen on the idea at all. Debbie began to protest. Mark cut her off in mid sentence, raising the belt to eye level and said, “Deb, don’t tell me you are going to break your promise again.”

She was exhausted and knew that she could not put up another fight. She resigned herself to fulfilling her promise. “Anything he asks”, she thought to herself, “what have I done?”

With that he moved closer to her, his cock starting to grow slightly with anticipation. Debbie could see the thick coating of sex enveloping his manhood and reluctantly parted her lips. Mark put his hands gently on the back of her head and guided her further forward until she had the head of his cock in her mouth. She began to suck gently. He could feel her tongue working tiny circles around the tip of his penis. He closed his eyes concentrating on the sensation. This is nice he thought. Debbie sensed his pleasure and began to excite at the thought of being able to excite him so soon afterwards. She began to work at it with a bit more enthusiasm, and soon found she enjoyed it more than she had imagined she would.

She open wider taking more of his cum lathered cock into her mouth and began to run her hands over his balls, toying with his puckered up little asshole. A low moan escaped Mark’s lips as he moved his hands down towards her breasts and began fondling them. He rolled her nipple between his thumb and index finger until it tightened into a hard knot. Mark placed his thumb over the knot and began to knead her breast into her chest muscle, allowing it to spring back into shape before repeating the motion. Periodically he would pinch or pull at them just a little rough, as if to remind her that it was he who was in control of the game. Debbie’s mouth and hands have the desired effect and before long his cock is almost back to its full stature. She is hungry now for the salty sweet taste of him. Mark pulls away and steps back.

“Alright,” Mark orders, “Now you will lie back, spread your legs wide, and bring yourself to orgasm as I watch.”

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There is nothing quite like fun in the summer. Trust me on this one. My name is John LeJeune. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Ottawa, Ontario. I was born in the city of Cap-Haitien, Republic of Haiti, but spent most of my life in Canada. I take Criminal Justice courses at Carleton University and hope to become a police officer someday. The summer of 2010 is here. It’s been a really tough year. I decided to spend my summer vacation in the United States of America. Canada simply blows. I get mad bored in a town like Ottawa. So I went to stay with family members in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts, for a little while.

I stayed with my mother Astrid’s big brother, Uncle Vincent Valeur, his wife Myra Jean Valeur and their two daughters, Mala and Vera Valeur. Both are students at the University of Massachusetts in the city of Boston. I guess it’s cool when you have family all over. I have family all over Canada as well as in American states like Texas, Massachusetts and New York. My parents, Jonathan and Astrid LeJeune live in a nice house in the Ottawa suburb of Orleans in Canada. Dad is a police officer and Mom is a professor at Algonquin College. They don’t like the U.S. too much. They claim it’s too wild for them. Whatever.

I guess that’s where my parents and I significantly differ. Personally, I love the U.S. Especially the town of Boston. I like to visit every summer. It’s bigger and more diverse than most cities in all of Canada. The only Canadian cities which come close to having American cities vibrant diversity and sheer size are Toronto and Vancouver. The rest are small, lily-white and boring. Also, I find Americans a lot friendlier and open-minded than the covertly bigoted residents of Ottawa, Canada’s capital city. Canadians are so two-faced, bigoted and insecure it’s not even funny. In America, you know your friends and you know your enemies. You know where you stand.

In America, I wanted to make up for lost time. Romance isn’t easy for me. Never has been. Partly because of my upbringing. I had the academic privilege and social misfortune of attending Cadmus Academy, an all-male military school. Upon graduation, I was immediately accepted into top schools around North America like Canada’s very own Carleton University, and more well-known American schools like Harvard University, Boston College, Brandeis University, Howard University, Morehouse torbalı escort College, Hampton University, the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, Northeastern University and the University of Houston in Texas. I was really tempted to seek higher education in the U.S. but Carleton University was offering me a full academic scholarship. I couldn’t turn that down. So my ass stayed in Canada. Sad but true.

At Carleton University, I was surrounded by the sons and daughters of immigrant families from Africa, the Middle East, India, Korea, China and the Caribbean. There were thousands of them. I liked my school’s growing diversity. I met a gorgeous young woman named Micah Tory. She was six feet tall, beautiful, and one hundred percent Haitian. One of many Haitian female students at the University of Carleton. And she was single! I am one of those Black men who prefer to date Black women. Why Black women? They are beautiful. They are strong. They are hot. Black women are the foundation of the Black community. I am so into them. I thought Micah would be my princess and I would be her prince. She came from a good family too. Her father Roger Tory is a professor at the University of Ottawa School of Medicine. Her mother Geraldine is a high-powered attorney. Did I hit the jackpot or what?

Well, I thought I did. I mocked my friends, all those young Black men who chose to date ugly White chicks instead of holding out for a sexy and educated young Black woman. I thought Micah and I were destined to be together. Unfortunately, she was less than honest with me. She forgot to tell me she had a thing for football players. While I was dating Micah, she was secretly sleeping with Hamilton, this burly Black guy who plays football for the University of Ottawa. One day, I caught them together. And my heart shattered into a million pieces.

Micah dumped me and I found myself alone and heartbroken. I focused on my studies rather than romance. My attempt to keep myself from focusing on the pain I felt. I swore one to myself. I have always been the type of brother who respects the sisters and cherishes them. That’s not about to change. However, I don’t want to limit my dating opportunities. No, I’m not going after white chicks. I’ve never been into them. However, Asian and Hispanic women appeal to me almost as much as Black women do. If the sisters don’t want me, I just might get me an Asian chick. escort torbalı Or a sexy Hispanic gal.

Well, the summer of 2010 I decided to make up for lost time. Sexually and romantically speaking of course. I have been studying all year. And so much has happened. Quakes in Chile, the Republic of Haiti, the People’s Republic of China and Turkey. Floods in Australia. Gigantic mud slides in Brazil. Ash clouds blocking air travel all over Europe and it’s even affected parts of Canada. What the fuck is happening around the world? I couldn’t tell you. Why? Simply because I don’t have a clue. It’s almost as if the whole world has gone mad. I don’t need that right now. I just want to relax. Unfortunately, the universe had other plans for me. Simply put, the ladies and gentlemen of Boston weren’t going to leave me alone. As a six-foot-seven and 250-pound Black man, I kind of stood out.

I met this cute Asian chick named Kamiko Yokozuma. A sexy Japanese gal who’s a third-year student at College in Boston. This native of Japan’s Utashinai Island really likes Black guys. And she doesn’t give a fuck what her parents might think about her preference. Well, I liked her too. She’s around five-foot-eight, curvy and big-bottomed, with big tits and long black hair. Yeah, she was cute and curvy. Exactly the way I liked my women. And we had a lot of fun together. Kamiko was working as manager of a Japanese restaurant in Boston’s South End. I would visit her often and we did a lot more than have dinner together. In her office, we did the bump and grind. Kamiko would kneel before me and take my cock in her hand. She would suck my nine-inch, uncircumcised Black dick like her life depended on it. I love watching Miss Yokozuma suck my cock. She was so damn good at it.

Kamiko sucked my dick and licked my balls really well, polishing them with her tongue. Afterwards, I spread her shapely thighs and gave her sweet pussy a good licking. I love eating pussy. I rocked her world. Afterwards, I put on a condom and slid my dick into Kamiko’s cunt. My sexy Japanese girlfriend wrapped her arms and legs around me, thrusting me deeper into her. I gave her sweet pussy a serious pounding. Kamiko squealed in delight and urged me to fuck her harder. Believe me, I did. Later, we changed positions. I put Kamiko on all fours and gave her big butt a light spanking. Kamiko laughed and told me to fuck her in the ass. torbalı escort bayan Well, I was more than okay with that. Still, I wanted to do this right.

I spread Kamiko’s ass cheeks and began fingering her asshole. My sexy Japanese girlfriend was clearly no stranger to butt fucking. I managed to fit two fingers in her ass without lubricant. Wow. I took some lube and smeared it all over her ass. I also applied some all over my dick. I pressed my cock against Kamiko’s asshole and gently eased it inside of her. Kamiko tensed, but relaxed. Slowly, I began working my dick into her asshole. Kamiko gritted her teeth and urged me to fuck her harder. Well, I didn’t mind doing that. I gripped her wide hips and thrust my dick into her asshole. Hard and fast I fucked her. The feel of Kamiko’s tight asshole around my dick was absolutely fantastic. I couldn’t get enough of it.

Yeah, I had a lot of fun with my sexy Japanese princess. And most of it was wonderfully kinky. Kamiko introduced me to the joys of BDSM. As it turns out, I kind of enjoyed it. Kamiko would wear a sexy cheerleader’s outfit and tease me, then she would tie me up and tease me some more before sucking my dick. We kept pushing the envelope together. One day, Kamiko brought out her sex toys and made me suck one of her dildos. It felt weird but also oddly turned me on. I have to admit I was curious about these things.

Well, one day Kamiko took me to the edge. She whipped out her strap-on dildo and made me suck on it, then she greased it with lube. Afterwards, she positioned herself behind me and spread my ass cheeks wide open. Kamiko asked me if I was ready to get fucked. I was both excited and terrified. I guess excitement won out. I said yes. Kamiko laughed and eased the dildo into my ass. Slowly and gently, she began fucking me with it. It was quite intense. It hurt at first but after a while, it felt okay. I actually found myself enjoying it. My sexy Japanese princess rammed her strap-on dildo up my ass. I screamed. I moaned. I begged. And I came more than ever before. It was hot. Afterwards, Kamiko pulled the dildo out of my ass and kissed me passionately. It was one of the most intense experiences of this young Black man’s life.

Yeah, the summer of 2010 is gearing up to be a very exciting time for me. I am in Boston and absolutely loving it. I like the city. I like the culture. And I love the ladies. I think I might move to Boston when I graduate from Carleton University next year. When the economy picks up. Right now, I’m having so much fun I find it hard to think straight. Kamiko is introduced me to whole new worlds of pleasure. I’m having the time of my life! And I sure as hell don’t miss Ottawa. Boston is the place to be!

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As I arrive at your bedroom door, I notice the door is slightly ajar, and silently, I enter. You are getting ready for bed. I stand there very close to you, but you are facing the back wall and do not see me. You are slowly getting undressed and the thought and sight of you excites me in a way that it shouldn’t with a friend. We have been friends for a long time, and I’ve always found you attractive, with your short dirty blond hair just above your shoulders, and the way it shimmers in the darkness. I’ve always hoped you found me attractive, but have always been to shy to ask. You are still facing away as you unbutton your bra and let it fall to the ground. You stand there now in nothing but a long denim skirt. I am so excited I can barely control myself and I let out a slight moan.

You hear and you react; you start to turn. I can’t be seen. I don’t want to lose our friendship. I do all I can think of: I come up behind you and cover your eyes with my hands as I pull you close to me.

“Who are you? What are you doing?” you ask half under your breath.

“You’re safe, don’t worry,” I say, trying not to sound like myself.

“What are you going to do to me?” I hear excitement in your voice.

As I hold you with my arms, my hands across your eyes, I can feel your large and supple breast against my elbows. This turns me on so much and I know you can feel my large dick pressing against the small of your back, just above your ass. I want to remove my hands but I can’t let you see me. I see on your bed you have a bath robe with a tie around the waist. It’s just out of reach. I remove my hands and grab the back of you head softly.

“Don’t turn around.” I command

I grab the tie and tie it ever so gently around your head.

“Tighter” you whisper

“What I didn’t hear you. I don’t want to hurt you” I am still afraid to let on how I feel.

“Tighter, tie it tighter,” you say breathlessly.

I do as you say, half-afraid, half-interested. Ok more than half-interested. I’m harder now than I can ever remember being.

“Do you want me?” you ask.

“Yes. manisa escort Yes I do,” I didn’t mean to say it, it just came out.

“Then do,” you tell me.

I unzip my pants and let them fall to the floor as I press my dick to you. You still stand there facing the wall, my hand on your back holding you there against it. I pull up your skirt; I want to see what kind of underwear you are wearing.

You aren’t wearing any.

I can’t hold back

“I’m going to put it in you is that ok?” I ask.

I don’t even wait for you to moan yes. I’m no small man and I use what God gave me. I slide it firmly between your legs, gently rubbing your pussy but not entering. I start rubbing back and forth, massaging your clit with the head of my shaft.

“What are you waiting for,” you say so only I can hear it. “Please.”

You moan my name.

I don’t know if you know it’s me or if you are just hoping. Either way, I could no longer hold back. I slide all eight inches into you and feel at home, like nothing else.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” I tell you. “I’m going to do you till it hurts. Until you scream!”

Your skirt is all the way up around your waist and I’m ramming you hard from behind. You moan and I know you like it.

“I’m going to cum!” I try not to scream.

“Cum in me its ok, I’m cumming too…”

I’ve never cum so hard.

Like a burst of pleasure that seemed to last forever, I drain my very essence inside you, filling you up until you drip my sweet cum.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” I tell you.

“You didn’t. I want more,” you demand.

As I lie you down softly on the bed, and begin to tie your hand to the side of the bed, I tell you, “You will get more than you’ve ever had.,” and with that I remove your last shred of clothing

TO BE CONTINUED Part 2: You lie on the bed. Stripped naked and waiting, your hips rise and fall with expectation. Your pussy is still wet from our earlier adventure, and a small bit of my cum drips down the crack of your ass.

I stand escort manisa beside the bed and watch you, still blindfolded and unable to do anything. I place my hand on your tummy and whisper in your ear “You will be mine all night long.”

You moan as my hand slides down your belly and across your smooth skin. I let my finger slide between your pussy lips and begin to rub your clit. I start out slow, teasing you at first; you love it but you want it faster. As you bring up your hips to meet my hand I go faster and harder. You can’t help but emit the cutest sounds as you reach near climax. I debate teasing you on the edge of climax, but I am getting very hard and I can’t hold back any more. I make you cum, and just as you cumming, I jump up and straddle you. The bed shakes as I force myself inside your drenched pussy.

I force you down to the bed pushing deep inside you. I begin to pound your pussy like I’ve never felt anything so good before. I lose all control of myself. I can’t stop but make love to you. I kiss you all over, I bite your neck, I run my hands over ever part of you, I bite your lip, I kiss your ear. I tell you I love you. I don’t know, it just slipped out in the moment. I don’t know if you heard. I continue in on you. I grab every part of you. I pull your hips to mine. I don’t know how long it goes on. Ten minutes… an hour. But it’s all I can take, and I fill you up again.

I don’t know why but the smell your sweet wet body keeps me still almost fully hard.

I have an idea.

I leave you tied and search your drawers. I quickly find what I am looking for: a medium sized purple dildo. I grin, and like the color.

I straddle you once more but this time I don’t enter you. Instead, I rub my dick against your clit making you squirm. I slide down a bit and take the big purple dildo and run your clit with it, then slide it in you until there is barely enough to hold onto.

“You like?” I ask.

“Yes!!!” you scream.

“I’m just getting it wet for later.”

I see a bit of fear cross your eyes then, manisa escort bayan the thought of everlasting joy eases the fear in them.

A new idea I had never thought of before comes to me. I want to double fuck you every way possible. I climb on top of you, still pushing the dildo in and out of your wet pussy, still making you moan. I take you hand and I place it at the base of the dildo.

“Take over for me ok?” I say as I untie your hands.

You are glad to oblige

You are glad to oblige and you start pumping yourself harder than I could, the real skill of a pro. I then start to rub your clit with the head of my dick. You start to take the dildo out.

“No, leave it in. I want them both in.”

And with this, I force myself inside you underneath the madly pumping dildo. Like two dicks inside you as one, we work together pressing everywhere and everything, touching you inside in ways that you can only imagine but will always crave. With time we learn to break rhythm and move in time with each other. Two dicks inside you: one real, one fake. I feel you cumming but I don’t want to cum just yet, so I pull out and hold your hands away. I leave the dildo in as I pull away and watch as each pulse of your pussy pushes the dildo out a little more until it slides out softly onto your bed.

“Is it over?” you ask, out of breath now

“Not there is still much more.”

“What are you going to do with it now?” Your voice quivers.

I decide not to answer as I plunge the dildo into your ass and myself into your still dripping pussy.

“I don’t know if I can take it anymore,” you say.

“You will love it, give it time.” I run my hands through your hair.

“But… ahhh… it feels so good. Keep going.” A smile crosses your face. “I love the feeling of my ass being so full as you fill up my pussy,” you breathe.

“You better be careful or you’ll make me cum,” I say as my dick rubs up against the dildo in your ass.

“That’s what I’m trying for. Cum for me baby,” your voice so sweet. like an angel in my bed.

“Oh baby!” I cum so hard in you, and just as I do I can feel your pussy tightening around me.

We come together.

Collapsing, peacefully we sleep.

The next day, we are both so tired after work that we can’t hook up right away, but I see you online.

“I got a new webcam,” you say.

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The rain was beating down the windshield as Leah drove up the long and winding road. The visibility was almost un bearable and she pulled over and read over her map quest directions.

“Hmmm… second left, three miles up the road. I should be getting close soon,” she said aloud.

Leah found the long driveway that led up to the cozy cabin. She parked her car and noticed there was another car in sight.

Is someone here? she thought, confused. No, there can’t be; he assured me I’d be alone all weekend.

Leah grabbed her purse and stepped out of the car. She popped opened her trunk and grabbed a large duffle bag.

She quickly closed her trunk and ran to the door of the house as the rain soaked her from head to toe.

Leah turned the key and led herself inside. She set down her bags and closed the door behind her.

Once she turned around he was there looking at her straight on.

Leah jumped, startled.

“Can I help you?” he asked.

“Oh..hi there. I’m so wet, I mean…. it’s really raining outside,” she stammered at the mere sight of him and lost all train of thought.

“So I see.” He arched a brow as her nipples were transparent through her white tank top. “May I ask who you are and what your doing here?”

“I’m staying here for the weekend, or was supposed to be,” she replied.

“Do you know Stavros Dupaulis?” he asked.

“Yes, he’s my boss and invited me to use his cabin for the weekend,” Leah explained to the tall man that nearly took her breath away.

“Oh, really? You work for my uncle?” he asked, intrigued.

“Yes, I do I guess…I mean the last name makes sense.” Leah grew nervous as he was right before her eyes and more gorgeous then she had thought possible.

“So you know who I am?” he asked.

“Yes, you’re Dimitri from that TV talent show, and I love you, I mean….” Oh god I’m such a dork, Leah thought, turning red and looking away.

“So just how much is it that you love me?” Dimitri approached her from behind and whispered in her ear.

Leah swallowed a lump in her throat and her heart raced.

“Don’t you think you should get out of these wet clothes?” Dimitri asked her.

He blew on her neck and slid his hands down her sides, pressing against bayraklı escort her and feeling her thighs as he passed the hem of her very short shorts.

“Yes…can you help, I mean….”.

“Can I help you remove your clothes? Is that what you were asking me, baby?” Dimitri pressed his body harder into her as his cock stiffened through his jeans.

“Yes.. I mean… no,” Leah trembled.

“Which is it, baby? Yes or no?” His hot breath was now tingling her neck as his hands slowly slid underneath her shirt and gently caressed her taut tummy.

“Yes, oh god, yes,” she mumbled.

“What was that, baby? I couldn’t quite hear you.”

“Yes….”

“Yes, what?” he teased her.

“YES! TAKE MY CLOTHES OFF!”

“Now that’s more like it, sexy.”

Dimitri’s hands were up her shirt and making their way to her bare breasts. “Mmmm… feels nice.” He cupped them in his hands. “I always hated bras,” he growled.

Leah’s head dropped against him as he felt her up from behind. His fingers tweaked her nipples and she moaned softly. His hands felt so good on her, and it had been a while since she had good sex.

He lifted up her tank top over her head and tossed it aside, giving himself easier access. Leah was very horny and now that Dimitri had her under his spell, she was more then ever.

He slipped one hand down her shorts. He found her thong and dipped a finger underneath the lace and inside her folds. She was so wet and his touch only intensified her more. He brought a second finger to join the first and Leah squirmed.

His fingers were dancing on her clit and heat was radiating between her legs. Her legs suddenly went numb as her body released warm fluids hard onto his digits.

“Ahhhhh…” she whimpered.

“Somebody like that?” he whispered sucking the sides of her neck.

“Yes.” She barely mustered up words.

“Oh, I’d say so. Your pussy is fucking wet, baby. Mmmm, I want to taste it. I want to eat you up like a juicy peach.”

Just his words were enough to make her body drip with lust. The excitement continued between her legs.

He took her to a bear skin rug that laid in front of the hearth of the fire place. He laid her down and slid her shorts escort bayraklı down her legs. His tongue pulled at her thong and ripped the delicate pink lace free.

“Oh sorry, baby. I’ll buy you some new panties,” he winked and dove his tongue deep inside her clit.

His tongue thrust as deep as he could, not wanting to miss a drop of her sex. She was sweet and his tongue brought warmth to her cum. Leah was in heaven. He felt so good and his expertise at eating her pussy was amazing.

He knew she was close and darted the tip of his tongue on her raised nub and she screamed out. Dimitri buried his tongue deep again and lapped up her climax.

“OH GOD, I’M CUMMING!” Leah screeched

Leah was aching to touch him, all of him and reached out for his chest. She pulled at his shirt.

“Take it off, all of it,” she begged.

“Hmmm… for someone who could barely talk, now you can’t get enough of it. You want more, baby?” He bit her nipple.

“Yes, I want to feel you…all of you…”

“Want to feel this?”

Dimitri knelt between her legs and guided her hand to his crotch while she was on her back.

“Ooooh, yeah. It feels so big and hard,” Lea purred as she groped him.

“It is and the better to fuck you with, my pretty.”

Oh my god, fuck me, Dimitri!” she cried out with desperate pleas. “Let me see your cock.”

He removed every article of clothing and Leah was in awe of his perfect body. Even his penis was beautiful. So smooth like velvet as she took it in the palm of her hand. She began to stroke it.

“That feels nice, baby,” he groaned as Leah continued to masturbate him. “You love that big cock, don’t you? Suck it, baby. I want to see those hot lips wrapped around my cock.”

Leah grabbed his ass and pulled him to her face. His cock dangled over her mouth and she took him deep in her throat, sucking him as if he was going to be the last dick she would ever have in her life.

“Oh shit, baby, that’s good,” he growled, watching her devour him inch by inch. “You sure know how to give a blow job…”

Dimitri then felt himself nearing his climax and pulled out of her mouth.

“Not yet, baby. I want to fuck you. You want that? You like to get fucked?” bayraklı escort bayan

“Yes…I want you now…” she breathed.

“I’ll fuck you real good. I’ll fuck your ass all weekend long,” he hissed with infamous fuck eyes.

Dimitri then laid on top of Leah and kissed her hungrily as he pulled her legs roughly apart. His tongue dueling with hers, then biting her lip and sucking on it. He bit her neck and trailed his tongue to her breasts. He took a nipple in his mouth.

“Your tits are beautiful. You’re beautiful and I want to fuck your brains out all the time, baby.”

Dimitri then plunged his cock deep inside her cunt as she squealed at the enormous size. She had never had a man that was so big, and could feel so good inside her.

“Am I hurting you, baby?” he asked, kissing her.

“No, don’t stop please! God, Dimitri, fuck me!”

He continued fucking her harder, going further into her and then making contact with her g-spot.

“Oh, Jesus!” she screamed in delight.

“Feel good?” he asked .

“Yes, keep fucking me just like that!” She wrapped her legs around him.

He pounded her harder, driving deeper into her cunt as her nails scraped his back. “I’m going to cum!” Leah cried.

“No, baby, not yet.”

He then pulled out of her. “I’m not done with you yet. Get on your knees. I want to fuck you from behind.”

Leah gave into his demands and got into his favorite position. He slammed into her with such force; fucking her hard and with great speed and his balls smacking her ass.

“Oh fuck, you’re so tight,” he said deep in his throat while his body was drenched in sweat. He pushed her down on her stomach and continued pummeling in and out of her willing, hot snatch. “You really like getting this, don’t you, baby?”

“Oh god, yes!” Leah cried. “Give it to me more! I’m going to cum!”

“Fuck ..so am I, baby. I’m going to fucking cum in you now..” he panted, realizing he had lost his battle and released his load deep inside her womb as they melted into one full orgasm together.

“Wow, that was incredible,” Leah sighed once they had finished and Dimitri had pulled out, collapsing beside her.

“Sure beats that show, huh?” he grinned.

“More then you can imagine,” she giggled.

“I thought so,” he grinned again, then kissed her.

Leah then got up and fetched her clothes, but Dimitri stopped her, pulling her back down beside him. “No need for those, sweetheart. I’m going to be fucking you again. As I said, I’m going to fuck you all weekend long.”

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This is a fantasy: I want to be tied to a bed in a hotel room. My hands tied together over my head, tied to the bed frame in a cat’s claw tie. My left calf tied to my left thigh & my right leg tied to the opposite side of the bed post. Blindfolded, gagged, my vibrator is belted to my leg & left to be used.

After a great night spent fucking, he ties me & leaves for the day. Leaving a copy of the room key at the front desk of the hotel under a generic male name. About an hour later the door opens. I hear a deep male voice as he examines the scene before him. I am hypersensitive to sounds & touch. My skin is on fire, goose bumps on my legs & arms. I feel his hands on my right leg, his fingers trace up the inside of my leg from my foot all the way up to my pussy. The vibrator is still humming & I am so close to cumming, I am dripping wet & desperate for a hard fucking. I moan when I feel his hands cover my breasts, drool dribbling from my gag, my head spinning, he gently plays with my nipples, ever so slightly lifting them so my heavy breasts follow. He rolls my nipples between his fingers , I moan in response, my pelvis responding to this assault.

I hear feet shuffling on the carpet, suddenly the vibrator turns off & I feel the belt removed from my leg. The quiet is stifling. My pelvis moves against the lack of sensation. I feel my juices dripping all the way down to the bed. Hot, wet lips surround me as I feel bayındır escort bayan his tongue invade me. Nibbling, licking, caressing, taking time to carefully touch every part of me. I am quiet as I am enveloped by the wondrous sensation. I feel his fingers tapping on my back door. I try to lift up to give him more access, his hand lands on my stomach to steady me. His mouth comes off my pussy & I feel him exhale against my thigh, the warmth on my wet skin is exhilarating. His hands move from my belly to my pussy, his fingers probe and prodding my wetness.

No words are said, no exchanges, I don’t know if this is a person I know or a complete stranger. I don’t know how many people are lined up throughout the day… & I don’t care. My head is focusing on the throbbing in my body, the lack of light, the sounds coming only from my mouth and his hands in my body. I can hear my wetness on his fingers as they move inside me.

My hands twist and turn in the binds, grabbing at air but desperate to hold onto anything they can reach. The fingers probing me hook inside & grab onto my g-spot. I feel the fire start, the burning deep fire that I know will end with me erupting on his hands. My breath is speeding up & the gag is muffling my moans (thank goodness.) His hands stop. The gag is unbuckled as his fingers are in my mouth several at a time. I eagerly lick my sweet fluid from escort bayındır each digit.. I can feel his breath on my face & I know he is right up next to me. How I wish I could see him. His hands leave my mouth, I hear a belt & pants drop to the floor, I can feel the familiar sensation of a penis at my lips, I hungrily open my mouth to accept it. He is reasonably well endowed, my tongue licks at the underside as his penis slides between my lips. I can feel his balls fall across my nose & I know he is straddling my face. His moans are matching his thrusts as his cock slides down my throat. I feel his hands reach across my body as he teases my clit. My tied legs try to kick but are ineffectual against his strong hands.

His cock still buried in my mouth, fingers working my clit, his balls slapping across my face, I am over the moon!! I feel my orgasm approach as the muscles in my pelvis contract. I feel the wetness roll out of me as I begin to squirt all over myself and the bed.

As my body winds down he removes his cock from my mouth and replaces the gag. I am panting wildly, so in need of more. I feel his hands on my legs as he turns me over, his hand holding my waist I am now facedown on the bed, I can feel my wet spot under me, I have a sinking suspicion that spot is going to get larger as the day progresses.

His body pushes into me with a steady yet urgent force, I bayındır escort am filled to the tipping point. His cock slides so easily in my soaking wet pussy. I feel a hand caress my bare, damp ass…SMACK, his hand lands with a resonating thud across my backside. I am riding a wave of pleasure and pain. I moan into my gag, burying my face in the bedcovers as his cock continues to probe my insides. His hands continue the dance on my ass as the burning sensation overtakes the thud.

He bends down close to my head, I feel his feet shifting to support his weight. I expect to hear words ‘good girl’ or ‘you like that, don’t you.’ Some form of encouragement that I am pleasing him. He simply grabs me by the hair, pulls my head back & breathes in the scent of my neck.

His cock continues to impale me as I drool against my gag. My toes curl as my orgasms force me to squirt around the cock in my pussy. We are both soaked in our combined sweat and my juices. He begins to ride me harder, thrusting with an unquenchable thirst that knocks the bed into the wall. He exhales loudly as he cums inside me. He collapses on top of me as we both lay there soaking and shaking. His hands stroke my hair as I try to catch my breath. He finally stands up & heads to clean himself. He returns and says one word, “drink.” He removes the gag & places the straw to my lips. I drink thirstily, only imagining how much of my fluid is all over the bed. I finish the glass & hear it clink on the nightstand. He touches me head one more time as I feel him sit down heavily on the bed next to me. I hear the sounds of a man dressing, zippers, his belt buckle, shoes falling heavily to the ground. He stands up & walks out. I hear the door click shut behind him.

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Amy, my gorgeous Amy, is helpless, her hands tied above her head. She follows my every movement with large, almost cartoon eyes.

I step closer, a brush of clothing, my hands hovering in the dip of her waist. I hear her soft breathing as her open mouth strains toward mine, mewling for the touch of lips. Her tongue glistens, waiting to dart out and meet me.

As I curve my fingers around the back of her slender neck, delving into her naturally red hair, boyish and cropped, she tilts her head back and rubs it catlike against my hand, eyes narrowing in pleasure, welcoming the caress.

“Please,” she says, opening her eyes to find mine. “Kiss me.”

I smile, shaking my head, stepping back, looking her over. From her bare feet to her skinny wrists, every inch makes me ache for her, my sexy ginger pixie. Her small tits are held tightly in her faded black Metallica T-shirt. With her hands held high, those firm mounds are emphasised and pushed out. The T-shirt’s ridden up a little, exposing a strip of pale belly between T-shirt and skirt. Not that there’s much belly to see, she’s skinny, a little too skinny, but you try telling her that.

“Tie me up”, she’d suggested, whispering in my ear while we were fooling around downstairs. So now she hangs, straining on tip toes in the narrow doorway, suspended from my dusty chin up bar, only used twice in a burst of get fit eagerness before being abandoned to the back of my wardrobe. Now suddenly that bar’s got a new lease of life.

Her delicate wrists are strapped up in two of my rarely worn ties, interviews and funerals, these connected to a thick black belt, looped twice over the bar.

I lower my eyes to where her slender thighs disappear beneath her pleated brown mini skirt. She watches me as I look, and moves one foot a little to the side, parting those thighs a little more, a temptation I can’t resist. I step forward, our close proximity making my heart beat harder. I lift her little skirt slowly upwards, exposing more skin, skin that’s white as ever despite the warm summer and then hitch it right up, revealing the nakedness beneath, the flesh with a pinker tinge. I tuck the skirt into its waistband so it stays put. As I step back to take in the new view my cock twitches, trapped in my trousers, a wet patch of anticipation seeping into my boxer shorts

She opens her legs as much as her position will allow, which isn’t far at all, and hangs her head to one side, resting it against her bicep, looking at me as if to say: Well here I am, what are you going to do now?

Peeking out from beneath her crumpled skirt, her blushing, naked pussy draws my eyes downwards and it’s all I can do to stop myself falling to my knees to kiss her there. She’s trimmed herself, Brazilian? I never know these days, a narrow strip of gingery hair on her mound points down to the puffy lips and crimson slit beneath.

Having never tied her up before, I’m running on instinct, and right now it’s telling me that getting down on my knees and burying my face in her soft, damp folds would be far too easy.

I peel my T-shirt off and throw it to the floor. Stepping closer, I lift my hands to her wrists and take them delicately, my bare, slightly haired chest against the dark cotton that covers her breasts. Our mouths move intimately close, she moves forward to kiss, a brush of lips her only reward before I pull my head back, just enough to foil her plan.

“You’re mean,” she whines, only to be ignored, wriggling in her bonds, acting like a spoilt little girl denied her treat, her breath playing hot on my lips.

Ever so slowly I bring my hands down her arms, feather light fingertips leaving her shivering, all the while our eyes dance together, the energy between us beginning to really flow, sparking on our breath. Still her lips strain for mine. She moans.

My hands reach her T-shirt sleeves and slip lower still, dipping into the concavities of her armpits. She wriggles and tries to suppress ticklish giggles.

“Don’t, don’t!” she cries. I smile.

The T-shirt is Lycra tight around her slight curves, hugging her tits. As with her skirt I know she’s naked beneath it, her tiny nipples fight for freedom, pressing against cotton.

I tease it upwards, revealing her belly then push my fingers into the warm space between skin and T-shirt, sliding up past her pierced belly, brushing the ring with my thumb, and then up her ribcage. I take her breasts in my hands, forcing the fabric to accommodate, my fingers spreading and curving over them, giving them a squeeze, her nipples grazing my palms. She whimpers and without thinking I’m kissing her, welcoming her eager tongue deep inside my mouth. The burning need in me rises, and I kiss her back harder, squeezing her tits with rough circles.

Pulling back, a little breathless but continuing to squeeze her firm mounds of flesh I see something shining in her eyes, like she’s feeling a rush of victory after our kiss perhaps?

That won’t do.

I release her breasts and with deliberate hard tugs, I yank her T-shirt upwards and over her head to the sound of her çeşme escort surprised yelps. Her small tits give a quick wobble as they’re released, adding to the thrill I always get at the sight of her tiny pink nipples and the freckles scattered randomly across each breast as if from a flick of God’s wrist.

For a moment, with her T-shirt over her head, she’s blind, and the possibilities assault me from all directions. I stand back a full couple of paces, to think, and take in the view.

There are so many things I want to do it’s hard to think clearly. She’s a banquet laid out before me and I know everything tastes good. Generally when we fuck there’s not much thought involved, passion and intensity yes, planning no. So having her tied like this forces me to slow down and consider different directions, make the most of this opportunity.

While I think, I can’t help but reach out and trace circles around her tiny nipples, slowly zeroing in on the peak at their centre. I watch and feel them stiffen against my fingertips, it always amazes me to see their transformation. Muffled by the T-shirt, she murmurs softly.

This restraint was her fantasy, I decide to combine it with one of mine. It feels like a day where boundaries are more fluid than usual, so why not take advantage. An idea crystallises, and all other possibilities fade into the background. I grin, feeling myself growing at the thought, the need to fuck boiling over.

There are other things to do before that though, for a start her perfect little breasts are there for the taking. Holding her waist, I lower my mouth, flicking her tiny nipple with my stiff tongue until she whimpers loudly, twisting and pressing her breast against my open mouth, teeth grazing pale skin.

I feel hot and nervous with the nasty thoughts swimming inside me, and an excited tightness in my chest that I’ve not felt for a while, not since the first time. I move my mouth to her other nipple, flicking and wetting it while my thumb slides over the first one, now slick with my saliva. As I do so lurid thoughts play in the cinema of my mind, my hunger grows with each one, increasingly stifled by the cage of my jeans.

I give her tits one last lingering suckle and then release her. Making as much noise as I can, so she knows exactly what I’m doing, I unbuckle my belt, then open my button fly with one quick jerk. It always feels good to do it like that, the pop-pop-pop of buttons swiftly pulled from denim. If only she could see how cool I looked.

I smile to myself, slipping my jeans down my legs and pulling them free, my cock bulging from my tight shorts, a damp stain spreading at their peak.

Pushing my hand into the humidity of those shorts I wrap my fist tight around my shaft, marvelling at how damp and slippy I am. My shorts are soon gone, leaving me naked, slowly stroking myself as I eat her with my eyes. I feel a sense of power flowing into me, I’m in control now, and she can’t even see, blinded by her T-shirt.

I step closer, she seems to sense me near, tensing at first then writhing like a slut, pushing her pelvis out at me, gyrating slowly, trying to tease me into action.

I brush her nipples again with gossamer fingers, eliciting a sweet moan. My mouth hovers near her ear.

“Would you like to know what I’m going to do to you?”

She nods her head ever so slightly in agreement.

“Tell me.”

Delaying my revelation, I trail my hands down her front and release her skirt, pushing it down slender legs to her ankles, bringing her sharp hips into full view.

I have an urge to spin her around and view her beautiful and now bare bottom, but as strongly as the desire burns, I deny myself the pleasure of it right now, taking her cotton covered face in both hands and pulling it to me, the fabric stretched tight over her open mouth.

I kiss her covered nose, just a peck, leaving my mouth close as I speak, holding her head tight and still.

“Amy?”

She grunts something in return, it sounds like an affirmation.

“Guess what I’m gonna do.”

“Tell me,” I hear the need in her voice. “Tell me.”

I lift her T-shirt, exposing her lips and the tip of her nose, yet keeping her eyes covered. Those lips twitch into a smile, then that sweet mouth opens, tongue flicking out, searching for mine.

I kiss her, as I press my cock against her belly, my body finding a natural rhythm without thought, craving friction.

“It’s something we’ve never done before.”

“Uh huh.”

I continue kissing her softly, my raging desire held back with a fragile thread, but the gravity between her legs won’t be denied. I slide my hand down her belly, lower, teasing, getting close then backing off. Inevitably gravity wins and I follow that Velcro strip of bright pubes down and then delicately between her open thighs.

Amy gasps, a wonderful sound, as I brush the very tips of the short hair that carpets her folds, a mere suggestion of a caress, tracing the contour lines of her sex, touching without touching, letting her hair transmit the sensations escort çeşme from my fingers to her flesh.

She’s whimpering by the time I allow my fingers to rise up against her, the tips finding her weeping entrance, almost sucked into her, such is the easy liquid slickness of her cunt.

“You’re so fucking wet,” I say, not sure if I’ve felt a flood quite like this before, amazed as my single digit follows its own path, easing between swollen lips, spreading her plentiful lube into more distant folds and crevices.

Her body melts onto my hand, her pelvis rocking, pushing her mound backwards and more insistently forward as my finger finds its own rhythm

“What are you going to do?” she asks between breaths.

I slide my finger to where her lips converge and her clit nestles in its flesh hood and start a little circular dance. Amy’s panting and open mouthed and I speak into those gasps, our breath mixed together, my excitement rising as I think about what I’m about to say, and then do.

I lift my mouth to her fabric covered ear, kiss it, then say:

“We talked about it the other night, do you remember?”

She nods, almost in time to the gyrations of her hips.

“I think so.” A whisper.

“You said you wanted to try it, someday, but you were a little scared.”

“Ohh,” I notice her movements change, slower now but intense, grinding against my hand, her breath deeper. “I think I’m still scared.”

I move my hand, the heel of my palm against her clitoris, while my fingers reach down, seeking entrance into her. I push one, then two inside, parting her flesh, fingers sinking into the sodden heat of her as I whisper in her ear.

“But you want someday to be today don’t you,” a statement, not a question.

“Yesss.” She replies, either in response to that statement, or the insistent penetration of my fingers, or more probably both.

“Its going to be today Amy, I’m going to do it today, right here.”

She whimpers and I smother it with a kiss. The way she forces her tongue into my mouth, the hunger of it, tells me everything I need to know.

I want to see her face, to look her in her eyes so I lift her T-shirt right up, leaving it tangled up around her hands. Her face is flushed red, a little sweaty, her eyes wide, projecting her desire and fear into me. She looks impossibly beautiful.

I kiss her again, cradling her warm face in my hands. I can smell her rich scent on the fingers of one hand. I let my mouth wander, kissing her nose, her cheeks, her forehead, and then back to her almost desperate mouth. I replace my lips with my fingers, pushing two of them into her mouth, watching as she licks herself from them, sucking them past her lips and deep inside. Her eyes never leave mine until I pull my fingers from her mouth. Then she follows them down, watching as I trace lines to and around her breasts, circling each nipple before returning them between her legs.

She moans with relief as I re-enter her, my other hand reaching behind her head and grasping her hair, pulling her to me as I kiss her again, my tongue matching the rhythm of my deep thrusting fingers. We writhe with that motion, my cock leaving a wet trail against her hip as we grind in giddy anticipation of sweeter movements to come.

Something’s building in me that demands release, I need to be moving inside her, I need that friction, that movement. Those lurid images returning to my mind, I can’t wait any longer to move forward, to journey to those new places.

I break away from the kiss, and pull my fingers from inside her. Gravity, again, takes over and I have to kiss her again, and again, holding her against me. Finally I break away and step onto the new path. I nod, ever so slightly, caressing her face as I look in her eyes, and she nods back, a subtle dip of her head. Let’s do this.

My mouth leads the way, kissing her chin, then underneath, her throat, her breasts, her ribcage, down and around. I move between her and the door frame into my bedroom beyond, eliciting a giggle along the way as I kiss her underarm.

The downy hair at the back of her neck draws my mouth, and the soft touch of my mouth draws a contented sigh from hers.

“That’s lovely,” she murmurs and pushes back against me, the head of my cock – wet with lust, lightly resting in the crease of her behind as she moves against it.

I follow the trail of her spine with my tongue, holding her narrow waist as I sink ever lower until I’m kneeling behind her, my mouth finding the end of the path, where her body splits in two.

Her heavenly buttocks are right there, I tenderly kiss the middle of each one, my breath thick with lust then bring my hands down to them, squeezing and kneading the round globes as she wiggles her behind at me, tempting me, pleading without words, encouraging with her sighs and whimpers.

I dig my fingers into her muscle and pull her cheeks apart, I see the target, her neat little brown hole, the wrinkles pointing inwards the centre, disappearing inside her.

Amy pushes back, offering çeşme escort bayan herself to me and I lean forward to meet her. I feel her tense up a little in anticipation, my own heart stilled in my chest as I close the final distance with my outstretched tongue.

“Ohh, ohh, God.” She moans, as the tip of my tongue finds the centre of that little hole.

I feel so filthy, my head buzzing with it, swirling with the essential wrongness of this, and the urge to go deeper.

“Ohh that’s good,” she says, pushing back against my probing tongue. I press a little harder against her willing arse, thrilled at her response.

My hands are wrapped around her thighs, giving purchase as I allow myself to sink into the moment, her moans drift down from above, driving me onwards. My head spins as I feel her opening for me, and without hesitation I push within.

Amy moans, a delicious, wanton sound, her bottom writhing against my tongue. She says:

“You dirty bastard,”

“You dirrrty…”

Oh that feels….”

Her words slip away, replaced by soft whimpers of pleasure, music playing in my ears as my tongue stabs into her anus, again and again. I slide my hands up her legs, and find her desire has breached the dam, a slippery flood of it trickling down her thighs.

God this feels wonderful, and I want more, I want the next step. I pull my tongue away and guide two fingers between her legs. She shudders, crying out with need and presses down, chasing my hand as much as her bindings will allow as I gather some natural lube on my fingers. Unable to resist the penetration, I invade her, pushing deep into her heat, feeling her clench and spasm around my thrusting digits. I return my mouth to her anus, kissing it as I finger fuck her, pushing my tongue back in again, preparing the ground again for the invasion of my fingers.

I ease her cheeks apart again, looking straight into the bull’s-eye and tickle that tight little pucker with one fingertip. I twist it, circling, dipping in then out like a marble rolling around a bowl, teasing her, teasing me, the tension rising.

Amy shifts on her feet, getting comfortable, then shudders as I press against, and ever so slowly, into her. She looks down over her shoulder at me, straining her neck to see. I look up at her, holding her bewildered gaze as my finger disappears inside her, past the tight muscle, into the cavity beyond.

She opens her mouth as if to speak, but instead releases a low moan as I slowly withdraw my finger again, leaving just the first knuckle inside.

“Go steady,” she urges, a little breathless.

I nod up at her and lower my mouth, giving her buttock a little kiss to reassure. Slower this time I ease my finger back into her, marvelling at these new sensations, the heat of her innards, the soft, slick walls and the occasional pulsing of her anus against my invading finger.

I’m going steady, slowly easing my finger in and out of her, and I feel her tension releasing, allowing me easier access. Amy begins to writhe again, and so I go a little less steady, twisting my finger as I move it. She moans her appreciation and I go further, easing another finger into her heat, stretching her further.

Again she stiffens, and I slow everything down, but not for long, the relaxation coming quicker, her moans a little louder from above.

I lick the fingers of my free hand and bring it up between her legs, finding and playing with her clit, her response instant.

“Oh God, do me Dave, do me, do me, do…”

I watch as her arsehole swallows my fingers each time I push them into her pulsating hole, twisting them deeply in and out in time to her urgings.

“Do me, do me, do me, please do me”

Reality’s been slowly catching up with them, but those lurid images return, the last act playing in my brain, and demanding to be acted out. I find it hard to believe my cock will fit, but there’s a rage inside me that insists I find out.

With one last, slow withdrawal and a gasp from Amy, I pull my fingers from within her bottom and stand up, legs stiff. I slide my hands around her waist and pull her close, nuzzling into her neck, she turns her head, craning for a kiss and our mouths meet, a slow thrusting of tongues. I feel her chest rising and falling, her whole body seems to be quivering slightly.

“Do you want me to?” I ask, then kiss her again. She may be tied up and helpless, but I need that last green light. Her mouth pauses against mine for a long heartbeat and then she nods, returning her tongue to mine, pushing it deep into my mouth.

“Yes,” she says, pulling back from the kiss. “Just do it before I chicken out.”

I nod and kiss her again, giving her a little squeeze.

“I’ll just get some stuff.”

I back off and step into the bedroom behind us, heading straight for the drawer where I keep the little silver packets and other things.

I return with a packet and a bottle. I tear the packet open and throw it spinning like a Frisbee past her and into the hallway. She tries to look back over her shoulder as I put it on, rolling the tight ring of latex down over my rock hard shaft that stands like a totem. I always enjoy this moment, this little ritual before fucking, having always done it it’s never felt like a chore, and it doesn’t now, instead it steadily heightens my anticipation.

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It had begun almost twenty years earlier on a warm spring day. The sky was blue with billowy white clouds that emphasized the start of a day when I’d known I would be home alone until almost midnight. It had already grown boring before ten that morning.

After a quick shower and a rapidly conceived plan to visit a girlfriend that also had been dateless at twenty years old I hoped she would be home and might be willing to drive around with me until we could find something interesting to occupy us. I wouldn’t call her but just drop in unannounced and surprise her. I dressed in shorts and a white shirt that I tied above my waist. The tie gave my tits enough support and so a bra wasn’t needed although I am a big girl.

As I walked out the kitchen door to head for my car I noticed the man next door. He was at least fifteen years older than me and was married but he was tall and always friendly toward me. I said “Hi” and he smiled before answering back.

“Are you home alone? Where’s the family?” he asked.

“My brother is gone to spend a week at my Uncle’s place and for my folks it’s Date night. They won’t be home until almost midnight.” I said as I came down the steps.

“My wife is gone too and going to spend a couple of days taking care of her Mom.” he said before continuing. “I was wondering. Would you like to see something I have in the back of my garage?”

I was surprised and didn’t know what he meant but I said “Sure. What’ve you got?”

He pointed at his garage and then escorted me to it. His car was already inside and he told me to go ahead down one side then he followed me. I hadn’t realized I was blocked in and when I got to the back of the garage I looked around but saw nothing then when I turned to ask him what it was he smiled and asked “Have you ever been on a date?”

That caught me by surprise but I blushed and said “No. Boys just aren’t interested in bigger girls.”

“You know when you graduated High School and your Mom invited my wife and I to see the ceremony I just about had to be dragged over to the school. You wore your cap and gown all day it seemed and then after graduation you came back to us all and took off the cap and gown. You wore the prettiest dress under it and for the first time I noticed how pretty you are.”

I blushed but he went on before I could say thank you. “Any boy would be lucky to have you. You have a full curvy figure and a great personality.” he added.

Now I was blushing then after a minute of long silence he asked “What do you think of older men? Would you ever go out with one?”

I began to wonder if he knew some guy that liked younger women and was trying to set me up on a blind date. “I think some older men are very interesting” I said thinking he might get to the point.

“Have you ever seen a naked man?” he asked “Are you interested at all?”

Perhaps then I should have been suspicious but I simply answered “I’ve seen my brother and sure I suppose all girls are interested.” I answered and still was so naive that I had no idea where the conversation was heading.

“I’ve wondered a long time what you might look like ready for a man.” he said and swallowed hard. Then suddenly he reached down and grabbed himself and said “This is what you do to me. Ever since that night at your graduation I’ve wanted to be with you. I get so hard that it hurts and drives me nearly insane when I see you and especially when I see you like this in shorts and wearing no bra. I’ll bet you have no panties on under it either, do you?”

I almost panicked and realized how I was trapped between the wall, his car and him but then he reached out, took my hand and guided it to that same hardness he was holding. It was warm to my hand and responded eagerly to my touch. Instantly it seemed all my pent up desire surged within me and I wanted to touch it naked in my hand.

“That’s good. Feel it? Why don’t you take it out and see what you do to me? Maybe we can both find some peace and fill passions we both have.” he whispered.

When slow responding but not wanting to release it he pulled my hand free and quickly opened his belt and then his pants. He held my hand tightly as his pants fell then brought my hand back. He’d worn nothing beneath the pants and suddenly it was filling my hand and I heard myself moan. I hadn’t realized how firm yet soft it would feel when finally I could touch a naked man. He was large but I wouldn’t appreciate how large until a few years later.

“Your hand feels so good. Here let me help.” he said as he reached out and untied my shirt then I felt him fondling me breasts.

“You’ve just taken a shower haven’t you? Your body is fresh and soft everywhere and I can smell the dampness of the shower.” he said as his thumb found my nipple and began playing with it.

I wasn’t exactly a virgin although I’d never been touched sexually by a boy or man but my girlfriend’s mother had bought her daughter and me a toy on her sixteenth birthday. I never told my Mom about it but had used karabağlar escort bayan it ever since and some days I couldn’t get enough even when the batteries were dead. It felt good imagining having sex and the result overpowered my attention every time.

My girlfriend had a girl cousin that used to tell her stories about her amorous adventures and then they were passed on to me. I thought I’d heard everything and sometimes I could think of nothing else. My girlfriend was fat like me and we’d found out that boys don’t like fat girls.

“Do you know how to start?” the neighbor man asked as my mind returned to our position in his garage.

“What do you mean?” I asked in a voice that didn’t seem to be my own.

“I’ll show you. Let me climb up here on the fender of the car first.” he said without moving to let me get by and I still wasn’t ready to release my handhold.

“Now suck it.” he said then added “Every session of sex should begin with a girl giving her man a blowjob before they do anything else. If you haven’t been with a boy then I’ll teach you.”

He cupped his hand behind my neck and pulled me down until I felt it against my lips. “Open your mouth and let it inside.” he said.

I did and it hurt as it stretched my mouth when he drove it in. “Now use your tongue on it all around while you suck It.” he commanded.

“That’s it but suck harder. Give me all you can.” he said as he began moving it in and out. After another minute he said “Swallow it if you can.” but I gagged several times and couldn’t get it down.

“That’s okay.” he said finally “We’ll work on it and eventually you’ll really be able to satisfy a man this way but right now give me all you can as I move it in and out.”

It wasn’t bad at all and I was beginning to like it too much I suppose. Suddenly he held my head tight and pushed it to the back of my throat as he said “Here’s your reward. Swallow it and show me you like It.” he added as his voice changed and his body seemed to jerk then I felt it.

It filled my mouth with heat and I had to swallow so that I could breathe. I lost some of it and it ran down the corners of my mouth but it wasn’t bad even though I really had no idea it would come as it had. Again and again it repeated until I thought there’d be no end of it all.

“That’s a good girl. You are truly as capable as you are beautiful and in a minute I’m going to give you a reward.” I heard him add softly as it continued until I thought I would drown but then as suddenly as it had begun it began slowing until finally it stopped. “Lick it off your face then clean me up with your mouth.” I heard him say as I gasped for air. I’d been holding my breath so long that my chest hurt and I needed as much air as I could get. His hands found my tits again and as everything settled they felt good.

I did clean him and I would remember that taste for a long time. My girlfriend had told me that she’d been told it was salty and it was, just a little bit, but I thought it was a lot like eating a handful of potato chips that were flavored with a little sweet taste mixed with the salt and I liked it. That must be when my need of it began to grow until now it swells within me every time.

While it was going on I noticed that I’d climaxed but it was different than when I used my toy. It was like a whole new world of experience to my body and I’d forgotten my pussy while it was happening. The rest of my life was like that as if there were two totally different needs that would never mix for me. I was completely satisfied with either conventional sex (if there is such a thing) or oral sex and when I receive both I am completely fulfilled until my next session or opportunity.

Suddenly he took a deep breath and climbed down from the fender then found and loosened the button and zipper of my shorts before he slid them down over my hips. I was self-conscious about my fat tummy and tried to hide it although I didn’t resist him. He stepped out of his pants then took off his shirt and said “Now we’re going to get to the rest although there will be a lot more to teach you in the coming weeks.”

I felt thrilled that it meant this wasn’t going to be just once. I wondered how we were going to do it and what would come next.

Quite suddenly he lifted me onto the fender of the car and spread my knees as he stepped between them. A moment passed as we looked into each other’s eyes and then he had it in his hand and swept it between the lips of my pussy. I think I moaned and he told me how wet I was then asked if I was ready. I think I nodded and he began a gentle entry while telling me “You have a small, tight, very pretty pussy and it feels so good.”

He was larger than I’d been used to when I played and yet it felt good as I worried that it couldn’t all fit. He stopped then and asked if I used anything or if he should go into his house for a condom. At first I was confused but then I told him quickly that my Mom had put me on the pill when karabağlar escort I’d turned seventeen and she wouldn’t believe me when I told her I’d never been with a boy. I think she assumed that every girl does it and won’t tell her Mom.

He was happy to hear it and then continued. “I think we both know that the pill is not a hundred percent effective at prevention” but I said nothing and wanted it all. I could barely believe it was happening finally and if it hurt I didn’t care. I knew all women lived through it. It had all been on my mind for so long that I wanted to experience everything and I didn’t think about his age or how it had all begun minutes before.

I think I told him how good it felt and I remember he smiled and told me that I hadn’t known it all yet as he drove full depth.

I bit my lip as he paused and then the pain was gone and the pleasure surfaced. It was immediately better than anything I’d imagined.

I needed purchase and raised my legs around him as we began an all or nothing effort and it came out as ‘all.’

With each climax he congratulated me and he continued until finally he barely managed to warn me before he filled me. My girlfriend had said she was told a girl couldn’t feel it when a man climaxed but I felt it all.

He collapsed against me without withdrawing but as minutes passed and our breathing eased he finally softened and I was saddened as it fell free.

We were both sweating profusely when he said “Okay girl it’s clean up time again. Get down there and clean me.”

This time it was even sweeter because I could taste me mixed with him and I took my time and enjoyed it all.

Finally he hugged me and it wasn’t quite noon when he helped me dress and then escorted me into his house for something to quench my thirst and to give me lunch. “You’re more than any man could ask for and it was better than I knew it would be. Your body is as sweet as you are pretty girl.”

I’d examined myself over many hours in my life and knew every inch of me. I knew my face was pretty but it was fat. I knew my ass was far too large and yet I was proud of my tits. I knew boys liked tits. I had strong legs but my largest hate was the fat little tummy I could never lose. It was sweet to hear a man telling me he liked it.

During lunch he talked a lot and told me how special I was and how much I’d given him then he stopped and said that we had to keep it a secret because if his wife or my family found out about it we would be ruined. He asked me if I was going to tell anyone and after a moment of thought, when I feared we might not do it again if I told anyone, I promised I wouldn’t. He kissed me then and said we would have to be very careful when and how we got together in the future. When I agreed he said “Let’s do it again. I’ll do it the same way and we can teach you other ways some other time.”

I felt better knowing there were other ways and began looking forward to them.

To my complete surprise the second time was even better than the first and he lasted longer keeping me even more excited and content. Now I knew that dicksucking was a pleasure divorced from straight sex and almost as intense. I definitely began to crave it. After only a couple of weeks he’d managed to force it into and down my throat. I felt even greater elation at that achievement and happily showed my appreciation at every subsequent opportunity.

It was difficult but we managed to find moments of extreme pleasure without being discovered and it paused only after I’d graduated from Community college and moved away from home for my last two years at university.

University was more than one hundred fifty miles from home and although I’d grown conditioned to regular sex with him I managed to shelve it temporarily.

I had my own apartment and was into the second semester at university having trouble in one of my classes. I mentioned it to a new girlfriend and she suggested that I consult and maybe ask for help from the instructor. She also mentioned that she’d heard he was a ‘Horn Dog’ of the first order.

The thought intrigued me because if that meant what I thought it did, then I might have at least a chance at a passing grade.

It was a night class and that Friday before class I dressed as provocatively as I thought would be allowed walking around campus. Before class I walked to the front of the room and asked the instructor for help. He gave me a time after class to come see him in his office. The time was late and I asked if the offices would be closed. He told me they were but that he would listen for my knock and let me in. I smiled in appreciation.

I arrived a few minutes early and tried the door into the Academics area and found it locked. There seemed nobody around and I waited. At the time of my appointment I banged on the door and waited. A few minutes passed and I was about to leave when he came to the door, opened it and let me in before locking the door again.

He walked escort karabağlar me to his office and told me to sit down. He seemed about ten years older than me but several years younger than my neighbor was. After he’d sat and moved things on his desk, he turned to me and immediately I noticed him checking my cleavage and then my legs. He smiled and asked what my problem was in class.

I tried to explain but kept being distracted by his wandering eyes. Was he undressing me with them?

When I’d finished my attempted explanation he looked me over again and told me he thought he could help me but then asked if I had a boyfriend. I told him I didn’t and he smiled before telling me that perhaps we could work something out to improve my grade.

I asked what he meant and he smiled before telling me that he’d always enjoyed larger girls and found me interesting. I was beginning to sense where he was going and leaned over and asked another question while I studied his face and eyes. He was definitely interested in my cleavage.

“I’ll do anything.” I said and could almost feel his eagerness.

“That is an interesting blouse you’re wearing. Do you ever wear a bra?” he asked almost gleeful in his question.

“I don’t know what you mean by that question but I seldom wear a bra unless I’m going somewhere formal.” I told him and tried to appear as if I was forcing a smile.

“I’d be interested in finding out more about what is beneath that blouse and skirt.” he said while no longer hiding his interest. “Perhaps you’ll find me interesting too when you see what I have to offer you.” he added.

He stood and locked the door into his office and then before he turned around I watched his arms busy in front of him and had an inkling what he was doing. When he turned back his dick was rigid and extending between the zipper of his pants.

“What do you think?” he asked and although he was a bit smaller than my neighbor had been he still had a large dick.

“Oh my!” I said trying to appear surprised and impressed before he stepped forward. He stopped with it only an inch from my face.

“Do you think you can do anything with it?” he asked leering at me.

I studied it and slowly reached out my hand and gripped the shaft. “Maybe I could…?” I began but he reached out quickly and grabbed my head and pulled it onto it. “Open your mouth.” he demanded and then I realized his need to dominate the situation.

I opened my mouth and he drove in hard as I tilted my head and looked into his face. “That’s it girl now work it.” he insisted as his other hand joined in, pulled my head closer, and he began a succession of rapid thrusts.

I deliberately held back even though, after so long without it, I wanted to devour it. When finally I pretended that it was his success that let him enter my throat I was slightly disappointed that it left a void where my neighbor had so often filled it.

Perhaps it was because I was a new girl to him or perhaps only his general eagerness but the Professor didn’t last long and when I pulled back I felt a little cheated. After I’d cleaned him he smiled and told me I was a good girl, he was happy that I knew what to do afterwards, and that we would have fun often in the future.

He told me then that he had to get home but that we’d get deeper into things in the next few weeks. I knew he wasn’t married, or at least no longer married because perhaps his ex had caught him with a student. He told me that on Monday night I was to meet him there at the same time.

On Monday I made him undress completely and lie on his back on the floor and then I crawled between his legs and took my time. I paused every time he appeared to be getting close to a climax and he would moan and beg me to start again. After more than thirty minutes I decided that although it wasn’t nearly as good as I’d been having at home at least it was a decent substitute. I managed to release my misgivings and began to experience my own orgasms. I was back into that part of my sexual interests that had to be divorced, for at least a few minutes, before any other sex for time that would allow my interests to again shift for regular intercourse.

Perhaps again I should explain that I have two sexual modes and they need time for me to relax and shift between them. Each of these modes is intense and separate. Dicksucking is important to me and occupies my mind and body fully and separate from intercourse.

This time when he wanted to cut my visit short I refused and mounted him on my knees. In minutes he was begging me again. He’d lost his need to dominate me.

After being without so long I needed it completely and although he wasn’t as satisfying as my first lover it was still good. Each orgasm began slowly and built within me until my entire body was on fire and in an instant of electrical discharge I’d moan and explode. When finally I allowed him to release it was with extreme satisfaction that I felt his heat fill me.

After I’d left him and was on my way home I wondered if he’d ever had it as good as I was. He definitely had needs and he’d been surprised when I took command but he was docile when I’d finished.

I completed the semester with a perfect GPA in his class and we continued through the next semester even though I didn’t have him for any of my classes.

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Kathy was a young submissive in search for her perfect Dom. In her attempts to find him, she had filled out her profile on an adult sex dating site. She was quite new at all of this, but felt there was something missing in her life.

Within a week of posting her profile, Kathy received hundreds of e-mails. Mostly from married men that wanted a one night stand. There were the few that wanted her to become the Dominant and the rest wanted her to call them Sir and telling her what they would do to her.

Kathy wasn’t looking for a 24/7 lifestyle, nor was she looking for a liar or a cheat. She was however, looking to explore her own sexuality. Her life up to now consisted of only vanilla sex. While filling out the sexual checklist on her profile, this only confirmed just what a mundane life she had led. Kathy even had to look up some of the activities just to learn what they were.

It was April fools day of all days when Kathy read an e-mail that read, “Hey Scorpio.” Within a couple sentences and a grin on her face, Kathy knew that she was in trouble.

Kathy read his profile and was attracted to the picture he had posted. She found that he was a writer of erotica and began to read the sexual exploits of this Bohemian. The stories scared her, intrigued her and made extremely horny. She totally could see herself as some of the characters in his short stories.

Day after day, the e-mails were exchanged between the two of them. It was the highlight of her day just to see that Rick had sent a simple good morning. Soon they were talking on the phone to all hours of the morning and this led to the to of them finally meeting.

Rick and Kathy lived 122 miles away from one another, but that didn’t stop the two of them from seeing each other every chance they could.

There were so many things Kathy had not explored. With Rick, she felt that maybe, all things were possible. She was very spirited, and somewhat of a tease but she knew what she wanted. That was someone she could respect, look up to, feel needed, and be safe. Kathy was looking for a teacher as well as a lover. The first instance that Rick had pushed Kathy’s limits was only a week after they first met. The two of them were watching a porn movie Rick had just received in the mail. Kathy had never seen a porno before and wanted to do everything that they did in the movie. This soon changed as the seen in the movie changed to anal. Kathy had heard horror stories about anal from her friends, but had also read that it gave the best orgasms. To Kathy, this was still an exit only.

Rick introduced Kathy to some of his toys early in their relationship. This was something that she had never experienced. She could only remember once in her entire life that she had experienced an orgasm, and that was shallow at best.

Rick was very patient with Kathy in her early stages of submission. It’s not that she didn’t want to try new things, but karşıyaka escort bayan it was the unknown that frightened her.

With the DVD anal scene still on pause, Rick instructed Kathy to lay in her back on the floor so that she could still view the TV. Kathy laid there naked, with her legs spread wide looking at the woman on the TV being taken in her forbidden hole. How could she, Kathy thought.

Kathy heard Rick open the special briefcase full of all her toys. There were just so many. From never had any in her life before, it was overwhelming. Rick had only introduced her to the Ben Wa balls, a vibrating egg and a small six inch vibe.

She loved the feeling of Rick sliding the vibe between her lips and the sensation of the Ben Wa balls clicking against one another deep inside of her. Still, there was a small problem. Every time Kathy would near an orgasm, she would become voice tress and kick Rick away before she would let go completely.

Rick positioned himself between Kathy’s beautiful legs. Her pussy still glistened and her lips slightly swollen from her wetness earlier. As he propped her knees up, Kathy could hear a quiet vibrating sound and soon felt he sensation against her labia.

“Now hold still,” Rick said as he eased the vibrating egg between her lips and pushed it in with his middle finger.

“Do you like this?”

“Mmmm, oh yes,” Kathy said.

Rick lubed a medium sized jelly anal plug. “Just relax, okay?”

“Okay,” Kathy said hesitantly.

Rick re-hit the pause button on the DVD player and Kathy’s attention immediately went to the screen. She watched as the man pulled out of her completely, then reinserted his massive cock. With the woman’s moans of pleasure, Kathy felt a slight pressure on her little hole. “Noooo!”

“Shhhh, just relax.”

Instead of relaxing, Kathy tightened her forbidden hole, but she was no match for Rick and the lubed plug.

“Watch the movie,” Rick said as he gently eased the plug in and out just the first inch of the plug.

Kathy tried to watch the TV, but her attention was interrupted as Rick began to lick and tease her clit and pull slightly on the wire to the vibrating egg. As Rick sucked hard on her clit, he buried the anal plug all the way to the base.

“No!” Kathy screamed as she felt the violation of her virgin ass. She was more startled than anything realizing that the plug that was deep inside of her not only didn’t hurt, but it was though she wanted more.

As Rick continued to lick Kathy faster and faster, she felt herself building inside like never before. The pressure of the plug combined with the vibration of the egg and Rick’s continuous lapping of her juices was becoming too much for her to handle.

“Rick, Rick… Ohhh.”

“You want that plug deeper?” Rick asked as he pushed on the soft plug.

“Yes…No! Rick, no, no, stop, stop… karşıyaka escort STOP!” Kathy yelled at the top of her voice.

She began to kick uncontrollably pulling at the egg wire and the plug until both were removed and Rick was out of reach.

Kathy finally lay quietly with her hands between her legs. Realizing that she had kicked Rick numerous times, she looked up at him with those big green eyes, “I’m sorry.”

“I know you are babe, but you know that I will have to punish you for that, right? You could be capable of such powerful orgasms if you would just let yourself go… and no more yelling,” Rick said with a smile.

Feeling guilty for her outbursts, Kathy knelt in front of Rick and took his cock in her mouth and sucked hard while stroking her hands around his hard shaft. It took no time at all for Rick’s knees to get weak and explode in Kathy’s mouth. She loved the taste of his cum and swallowed all that she could while looking up at him for his approval.

The following weekend, Kathy and Rick decided to go to Copper Falls, a State Park in Wisconsin. It was a beautiful spring morning in May when they arrived at the park. There were only two other vehicles in the parking lot as they pulled in.

Kathy’s interest in photography and nature and a long cold winter prompted this outing on such a beautiful day. Rick grabbed the 35mm and the camera bag and they proceeded on one of the nature trails. The trail they had chose was 1.7 miles long and overlooked the Bad river and Copper and Brownstone falls.

The trails were well maintained and were lined with wooden fences along the overlooks. At the overlook near the cascades, Rick grabbed Kathy by the hand and led her up a small hill to a little plateau.

Off the beaten path, Rick kissed Kathy softly, “I want you, right here.”

Kathy looked around and whispered, “There’s too many people.”

“I thought that you might feel that way,” Rick said as he grabbed the hand cuffs from his camera bag. He quickly cuffed Kathy’s left wrist and led her to a small Birch tree. He wrapped her arms around the tree and secured the other cuff.

Kathy wanted to cry out, but she could see people down below her on the trail and she was somewhat in shock of what Rick was doing.

“Rick?” Kathy whispered.

“Remember when you cried out and kicked me?”

“Yes.”

“This is your punishment.”

“Rick… no,” Kathy said softly.

“Smile,” Rick said as he took a couple pictures of Kathy helplessly attached to the tree.

Rick walked up close behind Kathy. He unbuttoned her shorts and undid the short zipper.

Kathy wanted to fight, and scream out, but there was something about this that was turning her on.

Rick slid Kathy’s shorts to the ground and began to unbutton her blouse. He fondled her breasts until he nipples were hard. He then took a couple more pics as she escort karşıyaka stood there in her panties and her blouse completely undone.

Kathy felt herself getting wet as Rick tugged on her panties until the fell around her ankles.

“Step out of them,” Rick said as he slapped Kath’s bare bottom lightly. “I want you to spread your legs for me, wide.”

Kathy did what she was told as she stood there almost totally naked about 50 feet from the people below. She could see the people walk by through the trees and brush and could only hope that they couldn’t see her.

Rick’s hand pushed hard between her legs rubbing her lips and spreading her ass cheeks apart. “You are so wet.”

She couldn’t disagree with the fact that she was turned on. She had never had sex in public, and that Rick was taking pictures of her helpless body outdoors so close to all these people made her just ache fo Rick’s touch.

It wasn’t long before she felt Rick’s touch as he knelt between her legs and parted her swollen lips with his tongue. She grabbed the small tree and pushed herself towards him as he buried his face.

Kathy bit her tongue trying not to cry out. She was totally helpless to all of Rick’s advances including thrusting two of his fingers in and out of her wet pussy.

Rick pulled out his fingers slowly and offered the sweet juices to Kathy as she stood there already out of breath. As she licked and sucked off his fingers, Rick thrust his cock deep into Kathy’s dripping pussy.

Matching every thrust, Kathy pushed hard against Rick’s hips until he slowly pulled out. “Rick, don’t stop,” Kath whispered.

She felt his cock again part her lips, then slide up to her forbidden hole. Again and again Rick parted her wet lips, then eased upwards until he began to push his way past her tightness.

“No, Rick, please, ow, no, no.” Kathy whispered loudly.

She felt his hard cock open her wide and slide in slowly. “Ow.”

“Shhhhhhhh…”

With the sight and sound of people close by, Kathy gave in to Rick fully. His cock was deep inside of he tight ass and was easing in and out slowly. The pain quickly left and was replaced by a deep feeling of pleasure. She wanted Rick, all of him.

Rick grabbed her tits as he took he fully, stroke after stroke. She met her strokes wildly until she felt herself building inside.

“Stop Rick. Stop, stop, stop, Ahhhhhhhhh!”

Kathy lost all control of her bodily functions as she gushed all over Rick. She also realized that her last outburst was loud enough to catch a couples attention. Watching this, Rick pulled out and came over Kathy’s back and ass.

The couple pointed up at the hill and laughed, grabbed each other’s hand and moved on.

Busted, Rick quickly pulled up his pants and fumbled with the keys to Kathy’s handcuffs. Kathy just knelt there leaning on the small tree. She was weak and still shaking from the intense orgasm that she had just experienced.

After regaining her composure, Kath got dressed, wrapped her arms around Rick and hugged him tight. “I love you.”

Rick smiled and kissed Kath softly, I love you too babe.”

Rick and Kathy began to explore more of the state parks in Wisconsin. Only 72 left.

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Note: To follow this, you should my story ‘Josephine’ first. All comments welcome.

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A few days later I got a call from Josephine.

“Hi Mike, it’s Jo here.”

“Oh, hi Jo, how are you doing?”

“I’m fine. I was just wondering if you wanted some company. I really enjoyed it last time you came round.”

“Well … er, sure.” I stammered. “Shall I come over there, or would you like to come here?”

“I’ll come around to you if that’s ok.”

”Sure”

“Ok, see you soon.”

I put down the phone and went straight to the shower, resisting the urge to jerk off as in the bathroom, and quickly dressed in a light shirt and pants.

About half an hour later the door bell rang. I opened the door and immediately did a double-take. Instead of her usual casual wear, Jo was fully made up, her hair tied up and wearing a dark red silk, very short, dress with black stockings and heels. She looked incredibly hot.

“Wow.” I exclaimed. “I’ve never seen you look like this.”

“Well” giggled Jo, “If I’m going to be your Filipina hooker, I’d better look like one.”

“You’d better come in. Let me get a better look at you.”

She stepped into the living room and I checked her out more closely. She did indeed look and smell really hot, with some kind of heavy musky perfume. She wore a dark eyeshadow and dark red lipstick which made her pretty Filipina features exude sex appeal. Her thick black hair was held up by a sort of chopstick hairpin. I felt my cock begin to harden immediately as I watched her sit down on the sofa, crossing her stocking-clad legs. Her dress was a sort of cheongsam style, with a high collar and sleeveless.

“Come and sit down next to me.” She smiled.

I moved over to her and she snuggled close to me.

“You look great.” I said again.

“Kate told me you have a thing for black stockings.” She murmered, letting her short dress ride up a few more inches to show the lace tops of her stay-ups.

I slid my hand onto her thigh, “You two talk about a lot of things, don’t you?” I replied. “What else did she tell you?”

“She told me you give great head, but I already know that, don’t I?”

“I’m always willing to prove it again.” She turned her face up to mine and we kissed. I slid my hand up her smooth thigh as our tongues thrust into each other’s mouths, pulling her half onto me so that I could reach around and caress her ass.

She was expertly unfastening my shirt, kissing my chest as she did so and pushing it off over my shoulders before unbuckling my belt. Her hands brushed across my cock as she unzipped me.

“Mmmm … already so hard.” She laughed.

“And konak escort bayan getting harder for you.” I replied. She stood up to let me push my jeans off. My cock was barely constrained by my boxers and I quickly threw them off. “Unzip me.” She asked. Reaching behind her, I released her zip and she stepped out of her dress. I held her briefly at arms length, admiring her cute, slightly chubby body. She had on a smooth black strapless bra and a matching thong, as well as her stockings. I helped her remove her bra, stroking her lovely full, but firm breasts and feeling the dark nipples harden under my hands. “God Jo, you are fucking hot.” I gasped. She pushed me back. “Sit down,” she commanded. “I want to suck your cock.” She knelt in front of me as I leaned back on the sofa and began to very gently run her lips over my cock. She didn’t use her hands at first, but just her lips to very gently brush against it. It was driving me wild. Putting her hands on my ass and pulling me further off the sofa, she flicked her tongue against my neatly trimmed balls, and then slid it all the way up my shaft before taking me slowly into her warm mouth. I groaned as she sucked me all the way in and began bobbing her head up and down in rhythm with my hips as I fucked her lovely red lips. She sucked greedily, her tongue ravishing my glans and thrusting at the slit of my cock at the same time. She took her hands from my ass and started to fondle my balls with one hand, while squeezing the base of my cock with the other. I reached down and encouraged her to move her hand up and down my shaft, a sure way to make me cum. As she did so, she began to press hard on my perineum.

“Oh Jo, I’m going to cum soon.” I gasped.

“Cum in my mouth.” She whispered and continued to suck me while speeding up with her hand. As she felt my balls tighten, she pulled her head back slightly. The first enormous rush of cum spurted onto her face and hair. I hadn’t cum for several days and my semen was thick, rich and white. She opened her mouth wide and caught the second jet, clamping her lips over my cock and sucking and swallowing at the same time. I pulled her up to my face and kissed her greedily, smearing semen into her hair and tasting my own metallic tang on her tongue as we kissed.

“Man, that was amazing.” I breathed.

We kissed for a while and I continued to caress Jo’s breasts. “I love your breasts.” I commented, weighing them in my palms.

“They used to be much nicer.” She said, “before the kids.”

“Mmmm … I like them just the way they are. Especially here …” I said, rubbing her dark brown nipples between my fingers and then sucking on konak escort them gently. “Come on, let’s move upstairs.”

Taking her by the hand, I led her upstairs to the bedroom. “OK, now why don’t you just lie down,” I said, guiding her to the bed, “and let me eat your pussy.”

She lay back, smiling and I hooked my fingers into her panties and slid them down over her hips. Since the last time we had made love she had trimmed her pubic hair, just leaving a small triangle of black hair. She was already soaking wet and the room was already heavy with the thick scent of her sex. I spread her thighs wider and knelt down between them, kissing her stocking-clad inner thighs as I worked my up to her pussy. I parted her dark, swollen labia to reveal a lovely pink vagina. She whimpered as I very gently began to lick her. I ran my tongue from the bottom of her pussy up to the hood of her clit, probing it with my tongue to reveal the swollen bud of her clitoris. It was fully engorged and quite large, big enough to tease and lick, and she began to thrust her hips hard against my face as I did so. She didn’t hold back for long and already her first orgasm rushed through her. At the same time a new flood of juice poured from her. I lapped it up greedily and gently slid first one and then a second lubricated finger into her. “Oh yes.” she moaned, as I began to fuck her and lick her at the same time, pulling hard on her nipple with one hand and pressing my head against her with the other.

“You seem to like it when I touch you there.” I murmered, pressing my finger against her ass.

“Yes.” She responded, “It feels great when you put your finger inside.”

“Let me spread your legs a little wider.” I said, lifting her ass slightly and pulling her closer to the edge of the bed. Pushing her legs all the way back to her chest, I now had a clear view of her glistening wet ass and pussy. Kneeling down on the floor, I flicked my tongue at her perineum and then began to rim her, gently at first and then probing my tongue into her sphincter. She began to gasp and moan, reaching down with the red-tipped fingers of one hand to rub her clit.

As she began to orgasm again, I opened the drawer of the night-table and took out a small vibrator I keep there as well as a bottle of astroglide. Quickly smearing some on the vibrator, I turned it on and pressed the tip against her asshole.

“Oh my God.” She muttered, stifling a squeal. “Oh yeah, fuck me there. Fuck me.”

I continued to gently insert the vibrator into her sweet ass. She arched her back, pushing down onto it and lifting her arms to grab the head of the bed. I ran my tongue up and down her soaking escort konak pussy and began to play with her clitoris again. She was cumming hard now, almost out of control as she cried out and groaned.

Raising my head from her cunt, we kissed greedily, almost as if she wanted to lick all her jiuces off my face. I was totally hard again by now. “Do you want my cock?” I whispered hoarsely. “Want my cock in your ass?”

“Oh yes,” she cried. “Yes. Fuck my ass. Fuck me with that cock.”

I got up from the bed poured some Astroglide into my hands and massaged it into my cock. Then I applied a little more lube around Jo’s ass and pussy. God, her sweet brown ass looked so fucking hot, glistening with oil and her cheeks spread to reveal her pretty puckered little anus. Kneeling in front of her, I spread her legs wide apart and placed the head of my now fully erect penis on her asshole and begin to press gently. She gasped as her sphincter opened to accommodate me. She was so beautifully tight. I paused for a moment, allowing her to relax a little, then pressed a little harder and the entire head of my cock disappeared into her ass. She groaned; her head buried in the pillow, as one hand reached back behind to start masturbating her clit. Again I waited until her muscles relaxed before sliding a little deeper. As I got a good three inches deep I felt her muscle grasp me so tightly that I could barely hang on any longer. Still, I started to steadily fuck her, moving slowly in and out, at the same time caressing her luscious hips. The simultaneous pleasure and pain was intense. As my cock slid in and out, Jo continued rubbing her clitoris, bringing herself to the verge of orgasm again and again. All pretence at gentleness gone, I leaned forward and grabbed roughly at her plump tits, biting her shoulder and pressing hard on the back of her neck as my cock slid all the way into her, losing itself in her gorgeous ass. As she finally came, Jo let out a muffled groan, followed by deep sobs into the pillow, but I couldn’t let up. Lost in my animalistic urges, I grabbed her roughly by the hair, pulling her head back as my balls slapped against her pussy. With a final thrust, I felt my sperm erupt deep into her anus and we both half fell over onto the bed, dripping with the heady mixture of sweat, lovejuice and sperm and breathing heavily with exhaustion.

“I’m sorry if I was too rough.” I whispered after a while.

“No.” she laughed. “I like it that way.”

“And you always act like such a good girl.” I laughed.

“Not so good at all.” She replied, rolling over onto her front and giving me a kiss on the mouth. “If I was that good I wouldn’t be fucking my best friend’s hubby now, would I?”

“Hmmm, that’s true. Well, let’s just say I like it when you’re not being good.”

Jo sat up. “I guess I’d better clean up and go. Kate will be back in a day or two.”

“I know.” I said, slightly regretfully. “I’m going to miss you taking care of me.”

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