Coworkers make the Best of Friends

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Coworkers make the Best of FriendsCHAPTER II was hanging out with some work friends watching a Friday night B-ball game after work. It was the usual, a few bears and some chips. The fun ended around eight and the crowd dispersed, leaving me and Jake alone in his living room. For another hour we reflected on both teams’ errors and amazing shots, as we cleaned up the place.Suddenly, out of nowhere, he asked me, “Hay mon, ya still seein dat little brunet you was datin a while back?”I said, “No, that was Debbie, and she left me. Said it was her not me. Right! Bitch!” I spat trying to sound tough while holding back my stupid teats. “We all heard that before.” I groaned with renewed anger and anguish, “Well, she said she just needed something different, or more to be precise, that bitch! But, boy was she a good lay? Best fuck I ever had. I really miss… well enough about her. What about that game…”He interrupted, “Best fuck hu? And you aren’t hittin that thing now? You okay if I tap some of that poossie bud? HAHA, just yankin ya”I was getting pissed, “Stop it, and keep away from her! She don’t date black guys anyway.”He continued to tease me, “So dis Debbie you used to poke said she wanted more, hu? More? More what dude? What, you gots a little dick bro, a lil white pecker?” Then he grabbed a huge hand full of his junk in his sweats, and pulled on it as he said, “If she be wantin moe bro maybe I show her dis tang…”In a rage I barked, “No man. Stop it! Keep away from her!” He was on a roll, “She ever ask ya ‘Is it in yet Stevy?”Suddenly what he was saying started to sink in and I began to get more concerned about my rep than what he might think about doing with Debbie. I never in the world believed she would do anything with him, but I knew he might try, and sure that bothered me. But she was long gone and just damn, it didn’t mean as much as the idea Jake might tell our friends I have a little dick! That’s the Baine of all men. So I answered, “Hay, I’m at least average. And even if I weren’t, not that I am or aren’t, or whatever, no, but if I weren’t, I definitely make up for any deficiencies with all my girls with my pussy eating prowess. Debbie said so, many times! And others too!”“So,” he prodded, “You like licking that stinky slit hu?” I nodded in agreement. “And,” he continued, “You’d push her down and dive down there, slick that red gash, stick yo tongue in dat wet cunt, and suck and kiss on that thing hard little clit before you fucked her… sweet! Bet she did like you being so a****l, so aggressive like a tiger. I just can’t see you being the tough lover, yo always so quiet and all.”I should have mentioned earlier, Jake is a tall dark skinned black, like most of our friends from work, and he is from Jamaica. He doesn’t have dreadlocks, but his English accent is strong, and so is he, strong that is. He has a power that shows itself in everything he does. He also has a pungent masculine odor, not like over doing the cologne or BO, but more just earthy, like you can smell him in a room but it’s a pleasant kind of masculine smell. So, he was saying how he couldn’t see me being forceful with my lady friends. “Well,” I told him, “See, I let her say when she wanted me to eat her, but when she did, I was always ready and very much willing, and she said extremely good at it too, said it a lot dude!”He said, “So you is a sub.” I must have looked like a dog with my head tilted, one of my ears up, because he defined the word for me, “Sub… submissive, dude! Did she always ask ya to eat her? Did she tell you to do it kind o demandin like? Or maybe she push ya down and squat on ya face…”He was asking if she controlled the sex. I understood what sub meant, and as degrading as it sounded I have to admit that even though I never thought of it that way, I think that was one of the reasons I liked what we had so much, because she did show me she really liked it and wanted it because she did demand it.He let me stew on it before continuing, “She always make you eat her before ya two fucked, or did she tell ya to suck her poosai after too, like with her poosai all full of ya cum mon?” The reality that she had done that was not as embarrassing as realizing Jake knew it now too! “Oh,” he resumed, “I bet she fuck you on top like a cowgirl ridin her little pony, and then she just climb up over you to plant that nasty stinky cum drippin creampie full o yo cum rite on yo hungry mouth, and den ya suck dat cum out out makin her orgasm forcing more of that sperm out into yam out… Dat it mon?”I remember blustering a bit, growing hot as the blood flowed up my neck and into my cheeks, before finding my words, “Hay, Shit man, that falls under my business dude.”He continued, “Oh sheet mon, she did! You a cum sucker! You a creampie eatin, submissive that do as he’s told!” I was getting pissed, blubbering again, and lookin for a response, as I looked around the room unable to face him.He interrupted my spluttering and said, “I prove it to ya mon, we be talkin here all about this nasty sexy stuff, dat Debbie forcin ya to lick her sexy poosai, forcin ya to eats it even all cum filled after she fuck ya. I bet she was getting off more cause you was eatin her vagina full o cum, whacha tink? Well? So look mon, we ben talkin bout you bein submissive and now ya know dat I know bout ya bein willingly eatin yo own cum out of that Mrs.Debbie’s nasty poosie, and I bet ya you is hard as a rock right now, ain’t ya?” I was shamefully shaking my head… no, even though it was. I was rock hard. He said, “You don’t have to be shamed of it. I like me a submissive friend. A friend who will do what I tells um when I wants something.” He continued as he nodded his head toward me, “I want ya ta be honest wit me now Steve. I want ya to picture Debbie’s poosai now… imagine it all red and shiny wet. Can ya remember how it smelt during all dat nasty fuckin? I want ya to remember those beautiful swollen shiny wet poosai lips o hers, and tell me you did. I want ya to tell me ya ate her out, ate her creampie poosai all full of yo cum, it don’t matter it be fucked poosae. It was her poosay and she wanted your mouth on it, so you did it. I want ya to tell me you did it.” All the while he was nodding his head.I don’t know why but before I could say ‘NO it’s not true,’ he saw my head nodding ‘YES it is all true,’ so when I realized Jake knew the truth I looked down and said, “Okay, fine, so I did. No one will believe you if you tell.”He said, “Oh no mon, I ain’t gona say a word to anyone. Not if you admit it to me, which ya did. But you gots to tell me right now you ate yo cum out of Debbie’s pussy. Actually say da words. Now tell me.”I said, “Fine, I did. I ate my cum out of Debbie’s pussy after I fucked her.”He spoke quietly but firmly, “Say it again Steve.”I repeated , “I ate my cum out of her pussy after I fucked Debbie. That what you want to hear, asshole?”He said with a smile, “Okay, now I want ya ta prove you ain’t hard. Pull dat pecker out o ya pants an show me whacha got, Steve.”I was aghast! I wasn’t going to show him my dick, so I said, “No fuckin way dude! Your sick. Only a pervert wants to look at another man’s dick. What, you a pervert now?” I was spitting my words out now.He was still smiling, “Let me call the guys and see what they think about what I just found out.”I know my eyes about popped out of my head in fear, as I began to splutter again. But, as I watched him pick up his cell, I quickly reached for my zipper with both hands. As I watched his hand freeze, I opened my fly and fished for my dick.He couched as I noticed him shaking his head, “You called me a perv, dude. Now ya gotta strip… naked.”I was flabbergasted. I slowly realized if I argued I would only meet tougher commands. And if I didn’t want everyone at work thinking I’m some kind of a sub, a cum eating sub… then it dawned on me that I’ve been the pervert and I deserve all of this. So I turned away from him and stripped naked as instructed.He said, “Dat’s a good boy Steve. Now turn around.”I did as instructed, and showed myself to him. My dick was very hard bobbing, damnit. My raging hard shaft was pulsing, even though I felt so much shame. The crown of my dick head was all red and pulsing, and oozing precum, even though I wished I could just die. Then as I looked way off to the side like a man getting the ‘turn your head and cough’ test, I held my hands down to my sides for display.Jake said, “Dats my boy. Now, tell me again what ya did with Debbie.” Still looking over my shoulder, I said sheepishly, “Okay, sure, I ate Debbie’s pussy. I ate her after I’d fucked her. And yes, I ate my cum out of her pussy when I did. That what you want to hear? Are you satisfied now? That’s pretty sick dude. So fucking humiliating! Can I go home now?”“Not yet,” he answered, “Look at your pecker bro. You as hard as a rock. You like bein sexually submissive, even to me. Look Steve. Look at your little hard pecker.”I did and it is true, and yes I was hard, as hard as I had ever been with any girl, and I was throbbing. But does that mean I was enjoying this abuse? I started to divert my eyes as I countered, “I ain’t little!”“Keep lookin at your hard little pecker dude, and listen,” he said, “Debbie… Debbie’s poosai… fuckin Debbie’s poosai… Mmm ya fuckin her poosai wit dat hard little pecker… then eating Debbie’s poosai… eatin Debbie’s cum filled poosai, suckin the cum ya put dare wit dat hard little pecker o yours… suckin du cum out o Debbie’s sperm filled poosai… now notice how each time I say these tings your hard little pecker it get pulsin and throbbin…”It was, just as he said. But that doesn’t mean anything, I kept telling myself. I said, “Please stop calling me little, and I don’t like the term pecker, dick or cock but not pecker.”Jake said, “Stevie, ya should be proud.. Dat is berry large… fur a clitoris. Biggest clit I eber seen. But it ain’t no dick or cock, so I have to call it wat I see, a pecker. Sit… sit down Steve, that’s good, tanks for doin what I tell ya. Now, tell me I can call it your pecker. Come on, tell me.”I was now seated in the overstuffed chair opposite the sofa, wishing and hoping I could just leave. I groaned then said, “Fine, call it whatever you want.”He said, “No! What is Ken’s number, let me tell him…”I interrupted quickly, “Okay, Jake you can call it my pecker. Just don’t call anyone please. STOP Please”Jake said, “No, ya pissed me off now Stevie. Tell me you prefer I call your little pecker your large clitoris. Tell me you want me to call it your large clitoris. Tell me…” he coached me as he pointed his damned phone at me like a laser pointer.I quickly responded, “Okay, you can… sorry I mean I want you to call my pecker… my small pecker that is, my big clit… clitoris… you can… I mean I want you to call my small pecker my big clitoris. Okay? He asked, “now dat Debbie is gone all dis time, you masturbate Stevie? Show me how you do dat.”In shame I scooted my butt to the edge of the chair and leaned back, spreading my legs just a bit. Then I took my shaft between my thumb and two fingers, and began to stroke. I kept my eyes down in total humiliation as I realized I was sitting here totally naked with my legs spread and my dick in my hand, in front of my coworker, this large black man, jacking my shaft on display, doing whatever he told me to do, say whatever he said say, just because he was blackmailing me, forcing me to do these nasty things. But, I asked myself as I pulled on my dick, ‘was I doing this because he was blackmailing me? Did he force my dick to be hard? I was really hard, really really hard, and this feeling of pleasure, was it just because I like the feel of jacking off.’ Somewhere in my head something was saying, ‘Steve, you really are enjoying submitting to Jake’s suggestions. You really are enjoying this, so relax and go with it. Stop trying to fight it.’“Stop,” Jake said, “Stop and put your hands on your head. Now think, did you and Debbie ever masturbate together? Did Debbie ever masturbate for you? Think back Stevie. What did she do when she touched herself. Describe it to me.”Sitting there with my hands on my head, I thought then said, “Well, she would put her hand between her legs. She would use the tips of three of her fingers to stroke her clit, fanning it fast and light some times. Then she would press hard with the two middle ones rubbing first one side of her clit then the other,”He said, “Look at that big proud hard clitoris of yours Stevie. I can see you beginin to like me tellin ya wat ta do. Tell me you like dis.”I looked down at my throbbing pecker and heard that voice in my head again, ‘Steve, you really are enjoying submitting to Jake’s suggestions. You really are enjoying all of this, so relax and go with it. Stop trying to fight it.’ So I said, “Okay, maybe a little.” Jake said, “Ahh, dats my girl. You is feelin da coochy coo in ya, dat yummy good sexy desire to feel pleasure, and da knowledge I is givin it makes no difference any more. I am tellin ya Stevie, ya is a sub and want to be sexually told what ta do. Tell me you agree.”I whispered, “Okay, I agree a little maybe.”Jake said, “Ya remembers how Miss Debbie used her fingers on her hard little clitoris?” I nodded. He continued, “Use your fingers just like she did on your big hard clit Stevie. Dat is it, very good. Fan them, good. All across the underside of that clit of yours stevie. illegal bahis Dats my girl. Ohh ya, dats a good girl Stevie. You like this don’t ya, just nod… Now with two fungers remember, the two middle ones rub deep and hard. Yea like dat.”I had closed my eyes and was speedily fanning the underside of my shaft just like Debbie used to do to her clit, then at his word I started to dig two deep and forcefully first to the left then to the right, again as Debbie used to. I accidentally let out a pleasurable grown.Jake interrupted my little private secret perverted imaginative pleasure, “Oh yeah girl, you do like dat. Keep fingering that big clit of yours, and open your eyes, look at me.” This forced me to awaken to the reality of the moment, the reality that I was not actually alone but that Jake was really still right here, fully dressed as I sat disgustingly totally naked before him, and that he was watching me do all this perverted stuff, the reality that I was getting pleasure thinking and treating my dick not as a man’s cock but as a woman’s clitoris, yes, the reality that I was actually wanting to submit to Jake’s sexual commands with pleasure, yes I surrender to the truth.I did as he said. I opened my eyes and looked at him, as I kept fanning my clit. My hand never quit strumming my shaft like a fiddle as my vision slowly cleared. When it did I saw Jake sitting in the sofa opposite me, and he too was now naked. Wow what a shock. Not only was I shocked that he had stripped but that now in his hands was the largest darkest cock I had ever seen, and I had been exposed to porn so I knew what big meant. But when had he stripped? I hadn’t heard him. Why hadn’t I noticed him stripping?And OMG, where had he kept that monster all this time I knew him? He was stroking it from the uncut forskin down to the base. As he pulled his fist down it would drag the skin down so the foreskin would slide off over the fat purple mushroom head until it flipped around and under the swelling crown. This would nod and flair as he pulled the skin tight at the base. The view was amazing! I remember wishing, “Boy I wish I had a big cock like that!” I kept fanning my own and had to switch to the two finger digs as my pecker swelled and strained to the thrill of it all.Jake said, “That’s my girl… ya like dis big black cock, don’t ya. Tell me ya do Stevie.”I said, “I guess, yeah, mmm I guess I do.”He said, “Don’t stroke, keep fanning dat big clit for me. Dats my girl. Now tell me ya like fannin your big clit as you look at my big black cock. Make me happy by tellin me ya like submitting to me sexually.”As I masturbated like a girl, as I looked at him stroking his cock, I responded without struggle, “Yes Jake, I do like submitting to you, fanning my clit like a girl for you, and seeing your big black cock.”“Close enough, that’s my girl. Now,” he said, “stop fanning for me and put your hands behind your head again.”I did, wondering what for? I wanted to cum. I didn’t care if he saw. I wanted him to see. I wanted him to cum as I came… cum with me. And as I sat wondering, I watched him lean over and spread his naked self across the sofa. Then he crooked a finger calling me over to him.I was once again shocked. I couldn’t do that! I froze, as he said, “It’s okay Stevie. I ain’t goin ta fuck ya or make ya suck dis ting. Be a good girl and do what I say, come here.”I stood on wabbly legs, wondering why we couldn’t just cum and be done with it. I slowly stepped forward as he held out his hand to guide me. He took my hand and positioned me in front of him facing him.He said, “Fan it for me, and tell me how much ya like my cock Stevie.”As he held my one hand I moved the other to start fanning my now waning hard-on, as I looked up toward the ceiling. I swallowed and noticed my mouth was dry, as I fanned my fingers faster, and said, “I like your cock Jake.”“Look at me” he said, ”Dats my girl. I love your big fat girly clit Stevie, and how you like to fan it just to make me happy. I know ya like it too girl. It makes me so fuckin hard, see how hard my big cock is for you Stevie?”I answered, “Yes Jake.” I could tell he was waiting for more so I continued, “I guess I like masturbating my clit, okay my big fat clitoris for you. I am very excited doing this as you jack off and I wish I had a big cock like yours Jake, I really do, but… Okay I know, I kind of like pretending to be your girl like this, but…”When I said ‘but’ Jake pulled my hand forcing me to turn around. Now my back was toward him, and I felt him slide a hand up the back side of my thigh, fingers between my legs, causing a thrill to rush through me and making me jump. He held me so I couldn’t jump away, and as I calmed he said, “Easy baby, dats my girl. Your safe. Spread these thighs for me.”I don’t know why, well maybe I do, well, I moved my naked feet a step apart for him. Jake replaced his warm hand on my inner thigh just south of my butt, and it felt so big and warm, almost hot to the touch. Then I felt him stroking my flesh causing it to tingle, as he said, “Fan that clit for me girl.”I returned my fingertips to my now aching pecker once again throbbing and raging hard, and began fanning it like a girl does her thrilled clit. As I felt his fingers exploring the crack of my ass I dug my two fingers into the clefts on either side of the base of my shaft. And I don’t understand it but all this caused me to push my bottom back toward his exploring fingers at the same time.I remember wondering, ‘Is this what a girl feels, why she pushes her sex back into her lover’s hands or cock?’ I closed my eyes and let Jake explore me with no complaints or resistance.As he ran a couple fingers deeply through the crack of my ass touching my hole with the tips, each tip one after the other, oh my it was like being struck by lightning. My legs buckled and as I felt myself about to fall I felt his hands, both of them move to my hips. And from there I felt myself being guided down to sit on the sofa in front of him.“Good girl. Dats my girl.” I heard him saying, “You like this shit don’t ya Stevie? You like bein my girl? Would ya like me ta call ya my bitch?”I nodded, and as I did I felt him easing me over to lay in front of him, back to him, kind of in a spooning position. And as he settled me in I realized that is exactly what it was. We were now spooning, well he was spooning me to be precise. I felt his giant cock rubbing my back, all the way up to behind my ribs. I felt him cross a leg over both of mine pulling me even closer. My head was resting on his arm and I could smell his strong manly armpit aroma. My brain started to spin as my sinuses filled with the odor.Then he nibbled my ear as he whispered, “Fan your clit for me bitch. Yes do it, dats my girl. Tell me ya like bein my girl Stevie.”As I felt him holding me tightly, as I felt his arms and legs captivating me, as I smelt his empowering manliness filling my head, and my head turned to accept more of his nibbling on my neck, I switched from fanning to digging and pushing my bottom back onto his thick hard huge thighs as I said, “Oh yes Jake, I don’t know why or how but I do like being like this, being your bitch, being your girl, oh it makes me wanna cum so bad, I want to cum right now!”“Stop,” he said with a grab for my masturbating wrist, “Dats all o dat for right now baby.” And as I shook with desire to cum and slowly felt my rushing desire dissipate from Nuke-it back to a state of extreme hunger for sexual pleasure, a hunger that made me want to do more, more what I didn’t know, nor did I care. At this state I thought I might do anything Jake asked of me.He kept kissing and nibbling my neck as I felt him moving around, moving me around. I didn’t want to move. I was feeling happy right there my spoon in his spoon. He shouldered a bit above me still working on my neck. I approved. Then he pushed me almost off the sofa onto the floor while lifting my top leg so I felt like he wanted me to touch the ceiling with my toes. His hips pushed back and I felt it.I felt with this last positioning that giant cock of his flip down from behind me to fall heavily onto my lower thigh. Then I felt Jake lower my upper leg so his giant cock was firmly trapped between my thighs. Then he slid back down and in to nestle back behind me in our delicious spooning position again. But this time I could feel his huge cock swelling between my hot thighs and slipping just a bit as he rocked his hips against mine. My own hips rocked with his and my little pecker, no, my big clitoris swelled and throbbed with each rock and roll.Jake whispered in my ear, “Uh fuck ya, dats good. You want my cock don’t ya bitch?” To answer him I pushed my butt back into his lap and felt his cock swell as it slipped through my hot sweaty thighs. He groaned and began really sucking on my neck, and I knew he was sucking hickys under my ears but I didn’t care at this point.I wanted to fan my clitoris again, to cum with his huge cock sliding between my thighs, growing ever more wet as I sweat with the heat and I felt his cock spitting his copious precum there as well. But as I went to reach for my clit he pulled my arm up over his head and held it there. This drove me crazy with desire.After several minutes of this torture, Jake asked, “Hay Stevie, you my bitch? You wanna really make me happy?” His kissing and sucking on my neck, and feeling his cock fucking my thighs, made me really want to please him, whatever he had in mind. I was beyond caring.I groaned, “Yes Jake. I’m your bitch. I want to make you happy. What do you want?”He kept kissing and sucking me so long I thought he hadn’t heard me, when he finally said, “Tell me you wanna kiss me.”I gulped. I had never kissed a man. What was I doing here. I had never been in this position ever in my life, and never would have believed I could be if you had said it an hour ago. I started to turn my head away, to pull away from him, but he put his hand on my hip and drove his cock through so it was rubbing the entire length of my ass crack and spreading my balls as it stroked my scrotum then the entire length of the underside of my dick. OMG it was so wonderfully delicious I had to push back into him and turn more toward him.As I did, I felt him move his hand from my hip to the side of my chin, and as he sucked and kissed my neck so deliciously I felt him pulling my face so my lips and his would eventually collide. And when they did meet I felt Jake stroking his huge manly cock through my hot wet thighs driving it up under my hungry throbbing clitoris, and then my mouth opened to receive his big fat tongue through my lips to explore deep inside my mouth. So this is how I was kissed by a man the first time. And this kiss lasted for a wonderfully long time. Let me tell you, whenever I kiss a girl I drive the action just like this. But I was never kissed. I mean we kissed, nd she would kiss me back, just as I kissed Jake back. But this time I was being taken. I had been driven into a hunger lust wanting to be whatever he wanted me to be, and I am so glad I got to experience it as a girl, as his girl. So here we were locked in a kiss, him fucking my thighs. I know I would have cum by now if I were him. Thanks be he isn’t me! At some point he had moved his hand to my nipples and was stroking them like he would a girl. I don’t think I feel near as sensitively there as a girl, because it wasn’t a thrill. Still he seamed to like it so it made me happy to comply. But at one point as I was sucking on his tongue I felt a sharp pain and nearly sucked his tongue out of his head, as I realized he had pinched my nipple. It grew red and hard and sensitive after that. A bit later he did the same to the other. I didn’t like it much but he did so I had to put up with it.I still wanted to touch my clitoris, to fan it to orgasm, but as I reached down to touch it again I felt Jake grab my wrist. I assumed he was telling me know when I felt him moving it around down there. And as he put his lips to mine and I opened mine for him, I felt his hand push mine onto his sticky cock. And as I realized what he had done, as my fingers slowly explored then gripped his gooey cock, I felt him begin to fuck my mouth with his tongue, and I began to suck vigorously on his fucking tong like it was his cock, while I explored and fingered and stroked his amazing monster cock even more.It was so hard for us to remain still enough for my hand to work, for our mouths to remain together, as our bodies wanted to rock in the familiar fucking motions. Finally we had to stop, it was too hard to continue. I felt Jake move his hands back to my hips and push me away. My ass and thighs were so slippery with all his precum, I felt like they were soaked. You know how weird it feels when your ass is wet? Well it was that way half way down my thighs.I didn’t want to move, so I wined, “Please no Jake.”He kept pushing, and as I slid forward again, almost off the sofa again, I felt his engorged pulsing member slipping away. He stopped and moved his hand to my shoulder and I felt Jake pushing me off the sofa so that I fell forward with both hands on the floor. My butt was still in his lap and his cock was positioned so he could stroke it much easier through the crack of my ass. Like this he could work the head of his cock through my crack so I am sure it felt much better to him. But for me it was illegal bahis siteleri less so.Then I felt Jake push his fingers through my ass, like he did before, letting the fingertips stroke my anus. This made me shiver with a new sexual delight I never experienced or imagined before.I felt him pulling my ass cheeks apart as he drove his cock head through the valley of my ass, then squeeze them closed around his shaft. I felt him swelling and throbbing, the vanes were like rivets as his big cock stroked through again and again, as my cheeks were squeezed then pealed open wide, again and again. WOW!He stopped all motion and asked, “How does this feel Stevie?” as I realized he had stopped with the head of his cock pressed firmly against my sphincter. I felt him rock forward just a bit allowing just the tip of the head to push open the opening of my hole and peek inside. He held it there as I caught my breath.With my head drooped I hissed, “It hurts Jake. Please stop.” And after a moment, with no further penetration, I felt him remove it. Then I felt Jake move a hand to my now sensitive nipples after having been pinched so much before, and with the other hand I felt a finger press against my anus. It massaged my asshole while the other hand massaged my nipples. All this massaging made both my nipples and my ass so they didn’t hurt any more. Then, in a flash of anguishing pain that felt like it lasted several minutes, I felt my nipple writhe like it was being pinched from my body. I was still head down with both hands supporting me on the ground beside the sofa. And as the pain in my chest subsided I felt another kind of pressure and realized the tip of that finger on my asshole was now a knuckle inside me.The hand on my breast was rubbing the ache out there, while the finger in my bottom started an in out massaging. I felt it slip a bit deeper inside me as I pleaded for Jake to stop. Then wow, I didn’t know at the time but I have learned that he found my prostate. Now the sensation of the fucking finger had a whole new desire, a wonderful hunger to be touched and pressed and stroked. I still hadn’t cum and this new sensation really made me want to so badly. He did this to me for several minutes but when he heard me breathing heavy he stopped, and both hands moved back to my hips.Jake asked, “Hay, you wanna suck some big black cock? Be my cock sucking bitch Stevie? If ya do just say ya wanna suck my big black cock. But if ya do ya have to swallow my cum. But you liked eating your own creampie cum from Debbie’s pussy, and ya swallow dat. I’m gona train ya to suck it from da tap. When ya can do dat you really will be a great cock sucker. Would ya like that stevie?”Even with as into all this as I was, I still felt like I was a man, and no man sucks another man’s cock, so I begged, “Please Jake… I can’t Do that.”I felt him moving, then a couple sofa cushions fell to the floor beside me. I quickly scooped them under me and rested a bit. As I did, I felt Jake moving his hand to the small of my back holding me down firmly again. At least now it was comfortable, with my head on the pillows.My butt was still up in his lap, his cock repositioned there, and again it was stroking through the crack of my ass. That wonderful sticky wet mushroom cap head constantly oozed precum everywhere inside the crack of my ass as I felt him pulling my cheeks apart, driving that big black cock through my deep valley, then squeeze my cheeks closed tight again around his shaft as he d**g it back out. I felt it swelling and throbbing as he ravished me like this. HMG it was driving me mad with all the squeezing then stretching open, so fucking wide he stretched my ass cheeks, again and again he did it to me, and all the while it began to feel so fucking delicious. Then, as before, I felt him remove his cock and press his fingers through my ass, stroking my anus delightfully. He did this a lot this time, but this time each fingertip was poked into me knuckle deep, for just a second each. And again he stopped all motion to asked me, “How ya doin Stevie? You feelin sexy? I wanna fuck your ass deep mon! You want me to fuck ya deep? Want me to put dis big black cock into dis yummy hungry bottom till I is all in dare?”I was about to answer the same as before, when again I felt that head pressing back into my sphincter. This time he moved the hand that had been poking my anus, to my chest where his fingers started stroking my nipples. I felt him lean into my butt just enough to spread open my sphincter muscle just a bit and with just as much pain as before. And again he held it there, as I caught my breath. And again I was about to hiss, “Please no Jake, please stop, please Jake, it hurts too much, you’re too big!” when I felt Jakes fingers on my so tender abused nipple, and in a flash of agony that did last several minutes this time, I felt my nipple writhing in anguish. I was no longer head down, but thrown back with mouth wide in my silent scream. The fingers of both my hands were squeezing fists full of carpet, trying to rip it out by the roots. The agony in my poor already overly abused nipple was so slowly subsided this time after Jake pinched it so fucking hard this time damnit, I hadn’t noticed what else had happened.The pain in my chest slowly eased up, as I felt Jake’s fingers lovingly rubbing it. But the knotting in my stomach remained, and I slowly realized as I felt the pressure in my bottom, I realized Jake had the head of that cock inside me. It was firmly inside me. I could feel it tugging me as he pulled back. In the pain of the nipple pinch he must have pushed it in, or maybe the pain drove me back onto him. Either way he was there and it felt like he was going to split me in two.The hand on my breast rubbed the ache there, but my butt was getting worse it felt. Then Jake started a gentle in out motion that didn’t help. But with each in I felt it slip a bit deeper inside me. All the while I pleaded for him to stop. I don’t cry, but I was crying then, like a little girl I was balling, “Please stop you’re killing me!”Then, like when he was finger fucking me… wow, OMG, I didn’t know another man’s cock could stroke my prostate like this. Suddenly all the pain of being butt fucked, feeling like being ripped in half, all of it in an instant vanished, replaced in that moment by a new wonderful hunger even better than when he was fingering my ass, and I wanted more than ever to be fucked in my ass by this gorgeous black man with his huge delicious black cock. Feeling it touching and pressing, and filling, and stroking my bottom just like this, even more than this. I had still not cum and this new sensation really made me want to so badly. He fucked me for several minutes, but the strokes were shallow and slow, just deep enough for the head of that thing to stroke my prostate aain and again. But when he heard me breathing heavy he stopped, and I felt him place both hands back on my hips.Jake asked, “Hay, you wanna fuck dis big black cock?”I couldn’t stand it, so without a word I began to rock back and forth, driving his cock in and out of me, fucking my ass onto this black man’s cock. Okay, yes I was fucking him with my ass now. And the longer I fucked him the faster and deeper we rode. We had been at all this for over an hour and I really felt I needed to cum, but was always denied that fucking blast of orgasmic bliss I so fucking needed by then. And now Jake was letting me control the action, the speed, the depth, and I was really doing my best to get both of us off, soon!But it seamed by this time I just couldn’t do it. I felt I had to pee now but the orgasm just stayed just a bit out in front of me. I would drive back into Jack forcing his cock so deep into my guts I could feel it dancing inside me like under my ribs, yeah that deep inside me, then do a long pull until the back side of the crown of the head was tugging at my sphincter. This felt so empty, while when I had him buried balls deep I felt like I had to really poop! Sometimes I held him deep just to feel that need to poop, then other times I liked the feeling of emptiness as I pulled at the head making it stretch me, OMG! You just don’t know!But I did this for what felt like another hour, and even though it was all so amazing to feel, I still needed to cum, and still it evaded me. Finally the feeling of the need to pee became so great I stopped all motion, and asked Jake, “Please Jake please, I can’t… I want to, but I, I really need to pee.” After I asked he started to fuck me, making that feeling worse with each stroke.He said, “You better not pee in my carpet girl! This is what Debbie said she wanted, more. Remember?”I couldn’t believe he was asking about her not when I needed to pee so badly, and he didn’t want me to pee in his carpet, and I couldn’t orgasm, and he asked me again. I blurted out, “Oh damn man you can’t, can’t really want, I have to, please stop or I’m gots to oh fuck that feels so, damnit I…”He stopped stroking my ass and asked forcefully, “Don’t you pee bitch! What did Debbie say she wanted?Remember? Tell me Stevie!”I was in agony. I had to pee, but was holding it. I found the words, “Debbie said she wanted more!”He stroked me with three yummy slow long deep strokes, each grinding his balls into my ass, each making me feel I had to poop and really really had to pee. Then he stopped again, this time holding his wonderful fat filling cock deep inside me as he asked, “More cock Stevie? More cock like mine? She was unsatisfied with your little pecker wasn’t she. Tell me she was and that you think she would much prefer to be fucked like this, fucked with my big black cock. Say it bitch.”To punctuate his question he pulled totally out of my ass. I could feel the cool air rushing into my guts through my gaping asshole. Oh it felt so weird. I had to do something to restore the full feeling, so I said, “Yes Jake, Debbie would most assuredly want your beautiful big black cock fucking her! I know why my little pecker never did it for her! Please put it back Jake.”He seamed pleased with my submissive answer and my unsolicited request, so he drove his cock in about five or six inches and started a jackhammer fucking. Although I wanted him back inside me, and was surprised at how easily he drove in so far with absolutely no pain, I had actually forgotten about that need to pee, and wished I had asked him to let me do that first.That feeling came back on me with a vengeance. I could feel my pecker swelling and straining and throbbing with the desire to let loose, so I begged, “Please let me go pee Jake! Oh I relly really need to go this time!”He reached over and grabbed a plastic cup off a side table, one we had for the game. It was unused, and he said, “Okay, you been a good girl for me. Here, I’ll hold it for you. Pee.”I was shocked. The way I felt I was shure I would pee all over his hand, the cup in it, the carpet below it, and it would be running out the door. I begged him, “Please Jake… oh I can’t hold it…” as I felt him driving his massive cock back into me. First I felt my sphincter squeeze around his shaft attempting to stop it from moving, which it didn’t. Then it let loose.I really can’t explain what happened at this point. I studied it, but words just can’t do justice. See, I felt like a flood of pee was being released but it wasn’t pee. Actually, see, it was my prostate that had been filling up with my semen, the whole time Jake had been teasing me it was making semen, all the time he had been driving me to new perverted hungers semen was developing in there, and then all the time I was submitting to my nasty cravings, more and more semen collected inside it, and as Jake fucked my ass his cock was stroking my prostate making it want to release.But here’s the weird thing, as if all the rest of this story wasn’t weird enough. See, technically when a man is sexually stimulated his prostate begins producing semen. This can happen just by thinking about sex, not even experiencing any physical stimulation at all. Maybe he gets turned on by nasty talk, like when me and Jake discussed Debbie and he was describing her pussy. Or if a man does experiences physical stimulation but it isn’t meant to be sexual, like sliding down a banister or such, this can start the prostate producing semen too.And when a man has his cock stroked sexually, and the head stimulated with rubbing like during sex or by masturbating, the seminal build up is the same. But these physical stimulations trigger an explosive eruption known as a male Orgasmic Ejaculation. When these occur together we have cum dripping everywhere, hehe.And I learned that an Orgasm is possible in both men and women, but women don’t get to feel the explosive experience of ejaculation like men do. No, both men’s and women’s orgasms are when a large dose of powerful pleasure hormones floods the brain. But in a man, when the semen is built to capacity, and only his prostate is stimulated like mine was, and not his shaft or head which mine wasn’t, it will not trigger the ejaculation part of a man’s orgasmic ejaculation. He will still experience the orgasm part. The pleasure in the brain, the draining of the nuts, but I personally now know that when he has this orgasmic release without an ejaculation, well, let’s just say he gets lots of the pleasure hormones but none of the hormones that say ‘go canlı bahis siteleri to sleep, you are satisfied now, it is all over and done.Okay, so when I let loose and thought I was peeing, I looked down between my spread legs and watched as my sperm first dribbled then oozed out of my hard little pecker and into the cup in Jakes hand. It felt delicious and my ass squeezed his cock the entire time, but there was no eruption, not even a spirt to show for my experience. It just drained and drained and drained, on and on until I thought I couldn’t have that much cum inside me, ever.Then it slowed to a dribbling then some drops finally stopping. My dick felt withered and rung out while my ass felt so fucking full. I realized as the last of it was coming out in globs it was because Jake was fucking it out of me.It was the next weird thing to experience, the feeling I wasn’t finished, like there should be more. That’s when Jake asked me, “Hay girl, wanna drink this for me,” as he held the cup up to my face. I looked inside and it looked more than half full and it was a big cup. I sniffed and recognized the smell of my cum. I shook my head in shame.Jake said, “Come on, for me? Please drink it? I wanna see ya drinkin your cum for me. Please do it for me.” And as he asked I felt him flexing his cock deep inside me. The feeling of him dancing inside my insides reawakened my sexual hunger. I hadn’t finished, at least my brain was telling me I hadn’t.As I felt him slowly deeply fucking me once again, I took the cup from his hand and lifted it to my lips. I let the contents slide down my parched throat in one long gulp as Jake slowly stroked in and out of my bottom. Oh, gosh my bottom was feeling so yummy again, as I downed the last. I couldn’t believe I was doing any of this. I still can’t believe it really happened.As I said, my orgasm had drained the contents of my nuts but my lack of an ejaculation left me still wide awake and very hungry for more sex, but no longer desirous of ejaculation. So now all I wanted was more of this perversion, much more. Any more Jake could come up with. It was deep within this state of desire I felt his cock fill me, I felt his pubic hair tickling my butt, I felt him lean over me and kiss the back of my neck. I turned my head so he could reach my ear with his lips.He whispered into my ear, “I haven’t cum yet. Are you my girl? I’d sure like to watch ya suck my cum outa my cock.” I could feel him easing his cock out of me as his voice trailed away. I nearly collapsed onto the floor as he pulled totally out of me. When I turned my head to find him, Jake was back on the sofa leaning back. His cock was towering above him. He looked at me looking at his cock and said, “Suck it, come on and suck my cock bitch. Tell me you wanna suck this big black cock Stevie. If ya wanna, just say ya wanna, say ya wanna suck my big black cock Stevie. Do ya?” I looked at it, leaning closer. That’s when I smelled my ass on his black cock. Still I wanted to do it. He must have seen me crunch up my nose because he grabbed a wet towel we had around to clean up after the party, and handed it to me to me to wipe his cock clean with. Then he pointed his hard cock at me and said, “But let me warn ya bitch, if ya do suck me off, ya have to swallow ever drop o my cum.” I nodded as I wrapped the towel around him and washed his cock. “But,” he continued, “we both know you already like eating your own cum. You did straight from Debbie’s pussy, and swallow dat. You just drank your cum for me to watch, and swallowed all dat too. I wanna train ya to be a real good cocksucker, drinkin it all straight from da tap. When ya can do dat you really will be a great cock sucker, and ya goin ta be proud of it too! Would ya like that stevie? Ya wanna be known as a good cum swallowing cocksucker?”Before all this, I felt like a man, a real man, an average man yes but with oral skills that lifted me above the other average men with average sized cocks. I was not only a real manly man back then, but I felt like one too. It would have been so shameful and devastating for anyone to even think I could possibly consider anything of this sort.As I was actually washed my butt stink off Jack’s big hard very black cock, we looked at each other the entire time. He was watching me do it. I said, “Jake, I never ever did anything like this ever before ever. I…”He interrupted, “Shhh, I know. But ya like it. Tell me ya do Stevie. Tell me ya like feelin this…” and as he said ‘THIS’ I felt him flex his cock in my hands, “deep inside ya.” I nodded. He continued, “What dat? I didn’t hear ya.”I spoke up, “Yes, I do love feeling you, this inside me.”He prodded, “Tell me you want me to do it again, and tell me what it is exactly you want me to do.”I pulled the towel away and dropped it on the floor. With his naked mostly clean cock now in my bare hands, I said, “I really did enjoy feeling you fucking my bottom with this,” as I stroked his tall shaft. “And,” I continued, “I would really like you to fuck me some more soon, please.”He put his hand behind my head as he said, “Suck it.” He didn’t pull, didn’t force me, just let me know he really wanted me to do it. And so I turned my gaze to the black shaft in both my hands, the purple head’s distinct shape shaping the head from inside the festinating skin. I tilted it toward my face, lowered it to my lips, and opened my mouth as I looked over it into his eyes. He smiled as I slipped the tip between my lips and felt it swell to fill my mouth. Jake said, “Dats my girl. Now I want ya to suck it. Suck my cock faggot.”I was shocked at his words, but I did what he wanted, what I really wanted too. I sucked and tasted the salty precum as it oozed from the slit as I dug the tip of my tongue into it. I pushed my tongue into the foreskin of his cock and swirled it around the crown then down to that tender spot all of us men know about. Again I tasted precum as a large glob of it spat onto my tongue.His head was resting back and his eyes were closed, as he cood, “Oh yeah, you a natural good cocksucker, baby. Keep suckin.”I wanted more, to please my lover, Yes I thought this, and enjoy being totally depraved. I tried to take more, to deep throat, but as he hit the back of my throat I choked. He let me try again and again for some time before he said, “Here, let me help.I was pushed away at this point so he could stand. My ass felt like it was still open to the air. After he got up he pulled me up too. He had me lay on the sofa where he was, but he had me d**** my head off the side of the sofa. He stood over me and said, “Okay, here let me show you how do do it…” and as he said this he pushed his cock back between my lips.I pushed my head back further feeling the head of his cock pushing into the back of my throat. I was about to choke again when he said, “Hold your breath Stevie, hold it and let me push in just a little more.” I did and felt it moving deeper again. And again I felt that gag reflex and he stopped. I waited, breathed through my nose best I could. Then as the feeling passed I tapped his thigh letting him know I was ready again. He got half inside before I had to pull free, but I never let him out of my mouth, I wanted this so badly. And after just a minute rest, all the while sucking the bulbous head, I tilted my head back for another try. And each time I took more, at least a couple inches more. Finally I could see that he was almost all the way. I strained forward and forced him the rest of the way, all the way in, and felt with pride my nose sniffing his balls.Then after holding this position for a minute, he let me free to take a few more breaths. I never let him pull his cock free from my lips as my tongue danced around the head and my lungs sucked air through my nostrils. And the next time as I tilted my head back I was rewarded with the feeling of his cock sliding all the way in until he was grinding his nuts onto my nose. Then he took the opportunity to fuck my throat which sent a whole new thrill all through my body.He groaned as he stroked his cock in and out of my throat with long slow deep strokes. And then as I felt him pull most of the way out I realized in an instant he was about to do the short fast rabbit fucking strokes, only about five or six inches inside my lips. I could grab a breath when he did this, and then he resumed the full depth slow stroking.After a few more minutes of this, he said, “Oh baby, get ready, I’m about to cum down ya throoaaaat!” His fucking went back to the jackhammering fast shallow stroking for just a minute, a minute in which I grabbed a lung full of air. Then I felt him pushing deep, I felt his head swelling as it pushed down through my collar bone, I felt the shaft of his massive cock as the length of it filled and stretched my esophagus and I could feel my mouth and throat all the way into my chest as he pushed all the way in me, in until he ground his balls on my nose, and as he did I felt the shaft swelling more, the head flaring more, and then the blast of his hot liquid shooting way down deep inside my throat. I didn’t gag because he was unloading far past the spot of my gag reflex. Now, the start of his orgasmic ejaculation began with three powerful deep thrusts, each blasting a huge load of Jake’s gooey copious hot cum launched directly from his churning nuts as I watched as much as felt them retract up into his crotch and I felt it pumping through the urethra over my upper lip across the roof of my mouth down the entire length of my throat and then knew with the swelling of the head it was being deposited directly into my stomach.His fourth thrust gave me the same thrilling experience as the first three but this time his balls descended down onto my nose, and as he ground into me they ground against my lips as his cock felt like it was pushing itself down in me even further, deeper inside my collar bone. My jaws felt like he was forcing me to open beyond humanly possible, but the knowledge that this big powerful black man was fucking my throat with his huge black cock and cumming inside me was deliciously thrilling. I willed myself to hold my breath so not to disturb his orgasmic ejaculation. Then, after a long pause in this suspended position, he pulled back and out a bit, about half the length of his manhood, so his pulsing shaft still stretched my lips, so the head of his cock now filled the entire back of my mouth, and now Jake’s throbbing cock thrust in and out just an inch or so, and I felt and tasted about another three or four jets of his salty hot cum, as it was injected there. It quickly filled my mouth and the back of my throat, and because I cold not breath to swallow I felt the remainder of his semen being forced out through my nose. It erupted through my sinuses and blew onto his balls where he smeared it everywhere about my face. This was when I had to push him away. I had to breath. I had to clear my nostrils. I had to get his cum out of my eyes. I spat him out as I pushed his thighs forcing him back away.Later as I regained a grip on reality, I realized that all the while I had been fanning my clit like a hungry horny bitch. I also noticed it never regained an erection that night, not even a hint. Even though I was still quite horny as hell I could not get hard.And because Jake had experienced his orgasmic ejaculation he now felt quite satisfied and complete, and he fell asleep right there as if everything was as it should be. Real men, all real men fall asleep afterwards, but I didn’t this time, and I had to wonder why not. On the other hand I had felt sexually frustrated, wanting, desiring to have my own orgasmic ejaculation, to feel my own sense of satisfaction and completion, but I hadn’t so I didn’t. For me there was just a feeling of emptiness where earlier there was the feeling of fullness and a desire to sexually explode. My ass tingled and felt like it was breathing cool air, where for ever before my asshole had always been a tightly closed non-sexual orifice. My jaws ached too, and my breath was fowl.And as I sat there leaned up against the sofa watching Jake now sleeping, I began to process all the things I had just experienced, all that he had made me do, no that I had done so willingly and wantonly. I worked backward through the events; I had just sucked Jake’s black cock with gusto, and not only let him cum inside me but actually wanted to make him cum inside my mouth, which he did.Back before that, I remember him pounding my ass. I felt the air breath into my bowels as I shifted a bit, and it forced me to cringe at the thought I had actually wanted all this.But how did all this begin I wondered. And then I recalled our conversation, how Debbie had said she wanted ‘MORE’ and Jake proved that what she was actually telling me was that my dick, no he called it my little pecker, that it was smaller than average. Then he said I should be proud if I considered it as a large clitoris. Ya right. That makes me proud as crap.I remember he blackmailed me into stripping, to showing him my naked body, and that’s how he proved it, but that is also how he got me onto this track of… oh my, of my being submissive. He said I was submissive to Debbie first, and through examination of our relationship he proved that part. But then he said I was submissive in nature, and that I would actually enjoy submitting to anyone, even him. I knew he was wrong, that is until he proved this true too. First, I did submit to him with vigorous resistance, but it didn’t take an hour for my desires to be my undoing.At midnight in total shame, as Jake slept away, I dressed and snuck out the door.

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Ch 9 : Lettre à Laura (7)Je me souviens de tout, je me souviens de nous.Je me souviens de ce jour où j’ai assouvi ma vengeance.Il y a une dizaine de jours, tu t’es amusé de moi pendant que je téléphonais à ma mère.Je cherche désespérément une vengeance à la hauteur de ta perversité. Malheureusement ces jours-ci, je suis en panne d’inspiration, je manque cruellement d’imagination car mon attention est fixée sur la révision de mes partiels qui approchent à grands pas.Mais toi et ta sœur allez me donner l’idée et l’occasion de te rendre la monnaie de ta pièce.Ta soeur, Sandrine, est plus âgée que toi, 3 ans vous séparent. Tu me l’as présenté un soir lors d’un dîner à l’appart.Physiquement, il y a une certaine ressemblance. Belle rousse aux cheveux long ondulés, les yeux bleus et beaucoup de tâches de rousseur. Moins sportive que toi, elle a de belles rondeurs et une grosse poitrine, à vue d’œil 95C ou D. Mais c’est son caractère qui la différencie. Plutôt introvertie et pas spécialement à l’aise lorsqu’on aborde les sujets amoureux et sexuels. Pourtant en couple depuis quelques années, je la sens prude, pas vraiment épanouie. L’éducation puritaine que vous avez eu l’a beaucoup plus affectée que toi et elle est à mille lieux de se douter de nos rapports sexuels complètement débridés. Et surtout, toi, tu ne souhaites pas qu’elle le sache.Je me souviens, ce soir là, lorsque je rentre, tu es dans la cuisine. Tu es penchée en avant, accoudée sur la table, comme si tu m’offrais ton postérieur. Je n’ai illegal bahis qu’une envie, soulever ta jupe, descendre ton string (si tu en as un) et te prendre directement sans sommation. Mais tu discutes sur Skype avec ta sœur. Je t’embrasse, fait un petit coucou de la main à Sandrine.- Salut Sandrine,tu vas bien?- Oui, merci et toi?- Ça va nickel, vous faites quoi de beau?- Sandrine m’apprend la recette d’un dessert, un vacherin poire-chocolat.- Hum ça doit être bon. Cela fait 5 min que l’on cause tous les trois et ma main pétrit tes fesses, mais ta frangine ne peut rien voir car la caméra de l’ordi est trop haute.J’en profite pour glisser ma main sous ta jupe et là, surprise!!!Tu portes bien un string, mais un string ficelle d’une finesse qui me laisse pantois.La température grimpe et je sens mon appareil reproducteur s’allonger comme le nez de pinocchio.Mes doigts se promènent sous ta jupe et atteignent ta petite moule. Mais je ne rêve pas, tu mouilles. À croire que te faire peloter devant ta sœur t’excite…Mais lorsque la première phalange de mon majeur s’immisce entre tes petites lèvres, ta main me retient par le poignet pour m’empêcher d’aller plus loin. Je chuchote à ton oreille:- C’est pour l’autre jour quand j’étais avec ma mère.Tu comprends alors que tu vas passer un sale quart d’heure.Je sors du champ de la cam, tu communiques toujours tranquillement avec ta sœur. J’ouvre le congélateur et je prends discrètement le bac à glaçons.Je me mets à genoux derrière toi, je remonte ta illegal bahis siteleri jupe et j’enlève ton string. Je commence à bisouter tes fesses que tu remues comme pour me dire “arrêtes, dégages”.Sandrine te demande:- Ça va? Qu’est ce qui t’arrive?- Rien, rien, il y a juste un truc qui me démange derrière la cuisse.Je continues mes bêtises en caressant ton clito et en léchant ta chatte de plus en plus trempée.Je jubile car je sais que tu es obligée de feindre ton plaisir. Et ça me fait marrer, car je suis sûr que tôt ou tard, tu vas te faire griller. Il est facile de taire la jouissance par téléphone ou par vidéo, mais les expressions du visage ne peuvent tromper personne.D’ailleurs, au moment où ma langue fouille ta grotte d’amour, ta sœurette t’interroge à nouveau:- Tu es sûre d’aller bien, tes joues sont de plus en plus rouges.- Oui je le sens, j’ai un peu chaud, prétextant que le soleil cogne contre la fenêtre.Je te lèche, je t’aspire, je te doigte et tu arrives toujours à te contrôler pour sortir de mon traquenard. Mais lorsque j’att**** un glaçon et te l’enfonce dans le vagin, tu ne peux retenir un cri aigu, comme si quelqu’un t’avait effrayé.- Mais bon dieu, mais qu’est ce qui se passe? Demande sandrine.- Oh c’est Chris qui fait le con, il vient de me pincer les fesses, il m’a fait mal cet imbécile.- Il est toujours en train de te taquiner celui-là.- Tu ne crois pas si bien dire…C’est à cet instant précis que j’écarte tes fesses et que je lape ta raie et te mange le canlı bahis siteleri trou à déjections.Je me délecte de tes effluves annales, mes neurones sont en ébullition et me répètent: “Sodomie, sodomie, sodomie”.Je défais mon pantalon et retire mon boxer. Je me caresse la verge en insérant mon index dans ton anneau rose qui se dilate.C’en ai trop pour toi, après avoir pousser un “ouf” de plaisir, tu éteints le PC portable sans prévenir.- Assieds-toi et fermes-la en me gueulant dessus.Tu descends la fermeture sur le côté de ta jupe, elle tombe à tes pieds, tu m’enjambes, tu te retournes et tu t’accroupis pour venir t’asseoir sur mon obélisque veineux.- Hum, qu’est ce que c’est bon de l’avoir dans le cul me dis-tu en faisant des va-et-vient de plus en plus denses sur ma tige.J’élargi bien ton anus souple en te sodomisant dans une cadence soutenue. A même sur le sol de la cuisine, notre étreinte est orgasmique et en l’espace de 5 minutes nous jouissons ensemble dans de longs gémissements. J’ai inondé ton rectum de liquide blanchâtre, tu te relèves en laissant échapper quelques gouttes de sperme qui tombent sur mon pubis. Pleine de lubricité, tu lèches ces perles amères et tu me suces la queue pour me nettoyer et récolter les restes de ce nectar que tu aimes tant.Tu te recoiffes, tu réajustes tes vêtements, tu m’embrasses et tu te reconnectes avec ta sœur.- Désolé Sandrine, on a été déconnecter.- Mais bien sûr, prends-moi pour une cruche, j’ai bien compris ce qu’il s’est tramé entre vous.Ta frangine a tout compris, mon petit manège a fonctionner et j’en suis plutôt fier.Tu es visiblement mal à l’aise devant sa réaction, mais ce n’est pas comparable à la fois où elle nous surprendra en plein coït, mais ça c’est une autre histoire.À suivre…

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ma collègue (suite)Le lendemain, journée de boulot également, je me souviens que je bosse juste avec Océane dans le l’agence de M…..Une bonne douche, je me sèche et j’en profite pour me regarder dans la glace, il faut avouer, que la muscu augmente cet égo et cette confiance en soi…Epaules plus large, pectoraux dessiné, Abdo tracé…J’aime l’image que le miroir renvoi, et la vision de ma verge à demi molle, épilé, décalotté naturellement et les bourses bien ronde complète l’image positive que j’ai de moi.J’en profite pour prendre une photo de mon haut du corps, toujours dans le but de voir les évolutions de mon physique.6 mois de sport et 2 kg de pris, 72kg pour 1m75, je ne suis pas un athlète, mais les courbes sont explicite…Allez hop assez rêvasser, j’enfile mon costume, un café et me voilà sur la route.Arrivé au boulot, direction salle de pause pour le café de groupe, Océane est déjà là, une robe mi- longue avec un léger décolleté, sa poitrine gonflé est bien présente, et tout de suite les images de la veille reviennent..Une bise un peu plus appuyé plus tard, je vais me servir mon café, elle est debout près de la table, je suis obligé de me frotter à elle pour passer, mon sexe frotte longuement contre ses fesses rebondies, un petit mouvement de bassin de ma part amplifie le geste….C’est le 1 er contact physique de ce genre que j’ai avec Océane, et j’avoue être troublé…être quelques secondes entre ses fesses charnues, étaient vraiment agréable et très fantasmant…Elle a remarqué mon insistance, lorsqu’elle me glisse « n’en profite pas quand même » avec un petit sourire…Serais ce le début d’un jeu ? Ce n’était pas pour me déplaire…La journée passe, entre les clients mécontents à cause des frais, ceux qui veulent des calendriers, et le peu de clients avec de vrais projets, je trouve le temps long….Direction salle de pause pour aller remplir ma tasse de café et je frappe à la porte d’Océane histoire de bavarder un peu. Elle est en train de bosser sur un dossier de crédit immo, illegal bahis concentrée, je m’assoie sur le bureau, à côté d’elle.« Ça va ? »« Oui, bien et toi ? mise à part ce dossier qui me prend trop la tête, ça fait 4 heures que je suis dessus, ils me saoule ces clients avec leur montage en SCI »« Tu veux de l’aide ? »« Sérieux ?tu passerais du temps sur ce dossier ?je ne dis pas non car ça me gonfle sévère »Je m’installe à côté d’elle je pose café et téléphone sur le bureau, et on bosse d’arrachepied sur ce dossier, mes yeux naviguent entre ses cuisses, son décolleté, l’écran et les documents papiers…Elle imprime les derniers documents, et me les tends…j’ouvre le tiroir pour prendre l’agrafeuse, et la surprise…un string blanc en dentelle plié en boule, posé négligemment ….Je me tourne vers elle…à la fois excité et très gêné…elle me regarde, comprend pas de suite, puis son regard se pose dans le tiroir, et là elle devient rouge écarlate…« Merde !!!! »Elle referme vite le tiroir, et en bafouillant, me demande de sortir…J’essaye de protester, mais je sens qu’elle est mal à l’aise…donc je sors…Je suis partagé par l’excitation de la situation, et la gêne ressenti, je savais très bien pourquoi ce string était là, elle a dû s’adonner à une séance de masturbation dans son bureau…peut être était-elle en train de la faire quand je suis rentré…A quoi pensait elle ? À t’elle jouit ?toutes ces questions se bousculaient dans ma tête…« Aie !! Fais attention !! »Je venais de percuter mon chef d’agence, cet idiot passe son temps à mater les caméras de sécurité, enfermé dans son bureau, et le seul moment où il en sort il faut que je le percute…« Ben tient, tant que tu es la….débriefe de la semaine »C’est bien ma veine, entre le sentiment qui envahi mes chaires et maintenant le rdv d’un ennui pas possible, le reste de l’aprèm va être très long…30 minutes plus tard, je sors enfin de mon calvaire, je rentre dans mon bureau, mon téléphone est posé la en évidence, je me souviens l’avoir illegal bahis siteleri oublié lors de ma sortie précipitée…Un post it collé sur l’écran, un smiley avec noté « sympa les photos »,A mon tour d’être gêné…Elle a vu les dernières photos prisent, à savoir, l’anus de Sophie bien dilaté et une partie de mon corps dénudé…Qu’en a-t-elle pensé ?Allez hop, bientôt la fin de journée, j’aurai tout le temps d’y penser ce soir….je check mes mails, cherche mon agenda, qui n’est pas sur le bureau, certainement dans le tiroir, il y est bien, mais avec un autre objet inattendu…le String blanc d’Océane…il est là, ce tissu doux de soie et de dentelle, plié minutieusement, je le saisi, il est doux, et très humide…je bande directement…je le déplie, en cherchant l’endroit le plus en contact avec son intimité, il est mouillé, une trace liquide légèrement gluante couvre le tissu, je recueille avec mon index, le porte à mon nez….Cette odeur…légèrement sucrée, collante, un peu épicée, ça sent clairement la mouille…Je suis trop excité, il faut que je me masturbe, mais pas dans le bureau, à cette heure il y a trop de passage. Le string dans la poche, je me dirige vers les toilettes, avec du mal à cacher la barre d’excitation qui se dresse dans mon pantalon.Enfin seul, je ferme bien la porte à clef, et je baisse rapidement mon pantalon et boxer, elle se dresse fièrement, gonflée, le gland bien décalotté et bien brillant, dans l’attente de se faire cajoler…Je porte le string à mon nez, il est humide, légèrement tiède, parfumé à souhait…J’ai l’odeur de la chatte d’Océane, sa mouille, son plaisir, et elle me l’a généreusement offert…Je m’imagine la lécher, lui glisser ma langue entre ses lèvres, dans sa fente, sur son clito…je me met à lécher la mouille sur son string, je m’y croirait…entre ses cuisses…Je sens que je vais plus tarder à jouir, mes va et vient vigoureux sont efficace, et mon excitation telle…je place le string ouvert au bord de mon gland, je me frotte le frein canlı bahis siteleri avec et un 1er jet sort, puissant, il laisse une trace sur le tissu et vient s’écraser contre le mur du toilette…le 2eme rempli encore plus le tissu soyeux, les 3eme 4eme et suivant se rependent grassement sur le string, il est rempli et poisseux…je m’essuies le gland avec. Quel plaisir, quel orgasme…J’ai adoré me masturber avec cette image et cette odeur…Une fois réajusté et nettoyé mon passage, je ressors avec une idée derrière la tête.Océane est encore là, et j’ai bien l’intention de lui montrer à quel point son cadeau m’a plu. J’ai toujours le string dans ma poche, il colle un peu, mais je vais vite m’en débarrasser…Je frappe à sa porte, et entre, elle est surprise, « encore là ? » « Je ne pouvais partir sans te dire au revoir, et merci… »« merci ? » me demande-t-elle d’un ton interrogateur…Pour seule réponse je lui tends son string immaculé de mon sperme encore chaud…elle le saisit, du bout des doigts, elle me regarde, sans un mot, le porte à son nez….et chose incroyable, elle lape délicatement le nectar chaud que j’ai déposé sur son tissu intime…« Tu as bon gout, j’en étais sure »« La prochaine fois, je préférais le recueillir moi-même »Je suis complètement déstabilisé par son comportement, à la fois provoquant, et libéré mais aussi bien en retrait et gêné…« Ça serait avec plaisir, que je te ferai cet honneur…. » Voilà ma seule réponse, avec comme image, sa bouche accueillante prête à recevoir le fruit de mon plaisir…Elle me sourit, tout en sortant sa langue pour lécher du bout, son tissu immaculé, elle me montre ce qu’elle a recueilli, et l’avale avec délice…Décidément, cette fille va me rendre fou…« A demain » lui dis-je en prenant la direction de la porte,« Non demain je bosse pas, je suis toute seule à la maison, en repos, journée au lit…. »Je suis partagé par la déception de ne pas la voir demain, et le désir qu’elle provoque en l’imaginant s’amuser seule dans son lit.« Mince, dommage, profite bien et pense à moi…. »« Vient déjeuner à la maison si tu veux, sauf si tu as peur de moi »Cette fille n’a pas froid aux yeux, elle me propose carrément de venir chez elle, tout en sachant ce qu’il s’est produit aujourd’hui.à suivre…..

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Stud slave fucks a mother in front of her familiy(This takes place in a future where sex slavery is legal. All characters are over the age of 18.)I am Stud Slave #121. I am owned by a training center. My duty is to fuck any one my master orders me to fuck. I do as ordered with enthusiasm. A family of eight has been enslaved. The master intends to train them and sell them at a high price. They are a good looking group and we should be able to sell them at a large profit when we sell them as a group. There are eight of them. There are five experienced and three fresh, with four females and four males. They are a combination of parents, offspring, siblings and cousins. I like the youngest girl. She looks cute and I am waiting for the master to order me to fuck her. He had her last night.This illegal bahis group looks very tame and ready to be sold The master knows better. The fresh ones need to experience real sexual slavery while the experienced ones need a refresher course. The slave family is ordered to the courtyard kneel in front of a mating mat. I am ordered to lock a chain on seven of the family members. The only one I do not chain is the mother. She is smiling. She knows what is going to happen. She has done this before. All this is happening in the open courtyard. Sometimes we have visitors who can watch. As sex slaves we have no right to privacy. Our duties are obedience to the orders of our masters. If they want us to fuck in public, we fuck in public.I lock a leash on to the iron collar illegal bahis siteleri on the neck of the mother. I point to the mating mat. She knows that she is to crawl on her hands and knees to the mat. She has done this before. I tie the leash to a ring at the head of the mat. The mother is still on her hands and knees. I look at the husband He is smiling and has an erection. He knows what is going to happen for he has done this before. The daughter looks shocked. She must not be used to seeing her mother being fucked, at least not this close.I put my half erect cock in front of the mother without hesitation, she starts sucking. She is good at this! I am ready. I walk behind her I rub her back a little bit. The view from the rear is pleasing. She has an hour glass canlı bahis siteleri figure and a nice round ass. The mother has picked up her hips and spread her legs. I finger her love hole. It is wet and ready for me. I plunge it in. I pull it out slowly and the then push it in slowly. The mother moans with pleasure every time I pull it in and out. I do this a few times and then I pull it out. I turn her around and put her on her back. I can see the eagerness in her eyes. She has nice breasts so I fondle them for a few minutes. I plunge my rock hard erection into her love hole. The mother wraps her legs around my body as I pound it in and out. The mother shouts, “” More, more, or Yes, Yes.” I finally climax. The mother screams with pleasure, even though she is making an effort to exaggerate the feelings of her pleasure. I am not that good.As I untie the leash, the mother tells me that her daughter seems to like me. That was until the master boned her. After a sex slave is boned by a master it is hard to want a sex stud slave.

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1st time bdsm part ten” Time for some coffee ” said pat , helen said she’d go and make some , she reached for a towelling dressing gown but was told sharply by pat to remain naked , ” i want to see my handy work ” it was a warm summers evening so on seeing helen walking towards their kitchen, pat nodded her head in such a fashion to go and follow her , ” while your gone i’ve got two male subs here to attend me so i left her to her own wicked intentions with alan & john , so as helen waited for the kettle to boil i grabbed hold of her from behind by the neck, and traced the whip marks that helen had left across her back , helen seemed to shiver as the attention i was giving her but she just stood there in total submission as my fingers continued to trace the whip marks , lust was taking over me and i knew that she had to be fucked , i laid her on her back over the kitchen table ” its cold ” she declared , i’ll warm you up i said to her , stay still i warned her and she just laid canlı bahis şirketleri there by now she was breathing quite heavily , i happened to stop a ball of string in the kitchen and promtly tied both her wrists to seperate legs of the kitchen table , i could have fucked her there and then but i wanted to play with her prior to that, one thing i’ve always enjoyed doing over the years is using stuff that is made for a given purpose and i can use it in S & M , their kitchen offered up plenty of stuff, wooden spoons , one of those things hanging fom the ceiling that holds pans from ( the hooks ) can prove very usefull , even certain food stuffs can play their part, chilli peppers if i was feeling really evil,the list is endless anyway i stood between her legs , my now rampant hard cock leaning at the entrance of her slit , i just began to finger her – just watching her face was a picture , she seemedto be on heat already and with the actions of my fingers caressing canlı kaçak iddaa her by down very wet cunt was not unwelcome, i paused from what i was doing and put my now soaking wet fingers from her cunt upto her lips , just runnng her wetness over her lips , she opened her mouth and i fed my fingers into mouth, she in turn sucked on then very hard , she’s a horny bitch i thought to myself , i withdrew my fingers and returned to stand between her legs, without any word of warning i smacked her on the thighs with a wooden spoon , her taught thighs taking thhe smacks she gasped at the relentless smacks i was giving her , her head rolling from side to side , fuck she shouted, fuck, later i said , i teased her with my rock hard cock just easing up and down the edge of her cunt lips , she seemed to try to get me in a postion to fuck her but i said my way when i’am ready, she called me a cunt , a fucking cunt, that remark earned her a slap across the face, enough to canlı kaçak bahis shock her and remind her i was in charge, she instantly said sorry as if she knew she’d over stepped the mark , i pinched on her nipples which were standing proud , i got very rough with them and her tits slapping them hard with my hands relenless blows to her , my lust for her increased ten fold , i thrusted myself into her i one go, she groaned as it happened , by now she was no longer helen, just a piece of meat to be used as i saw fit , my cock was totally up in side her right to the hilt, her internal muscules gripping me as if to say i am not letting you go, i began a pound her , scratching at her as i did so digging my nails into her soft nipples , her cries of pain only egged me on to be more brutal with her , she arched her back as if to protect her back from pat’s earlier whipping , i cared on , she was mine for the taking and i did pumping cum into her again and again , i finally collaped on top of her such was the effort of fucking her, thank you she said that was wonderful , she giggled and said the coffee is long over due ,so we duly went back into the main room only to find both alan & john attended to pat….. more to follow on that .

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They treated me as slave part 1

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They treated me as slave part 1the police called me “you whore come inside jeep quickly this is public place it’s not a place for prostitute”after hearing this I walked towards jeep one constable came out of jeep he slapped me tightly I was helpless but had no choice.he then grab my arms took forcefully inside jeep.it was very shameful for me.then he slapped one more time and said don’t u know how to be with us.i dint understand.. then he told remove your saree because you are prostitute and prostitute never sit like this in saree in front of police.again he was going to slap then I started to remove my saree because his slap was very painful so I quickly removed my saree.i was in pink blouse and white petticoat only… inspector was in front he was taking selfies with me and smiled.constable then shouted at me said “hey prostitute wipe that spit of saliva from your brest it’s very dirty ” because our inspector sir wants to take selfies with you in blouse and petticoat.so I was feeling shameful he starred at me with angry face so I slowly wipe those saliva from my brest but few saliva reached inside cleavage of my boobs.i was unable to clean that saliva.because to clean it I need to remove my blouse..that constable forcefully removed my blouse and said wipe that saliva.i was in white bra now it was easy for me to wipe that saliva of those people who spit on my breast in bus stand.then driver stopped car in some silent area .there were many housing board building were very dirty.i was in white bra and white petticoat.constable touched my arms forcefully and drag me out of jeep he spreader my forehead hair.another constable took my saree and blouse from jeep and threw away in street garbage.i was confused don’t know what to do.i beg to them please leave me.he said yes we will leave you here to your place.i was shocked and started crying loudly and said I’m not prostitute.they took all my mobile phone cash in my hand canlı bahis şirketleri bag took all my belongings and threw away in street garbage.the inspector pulled my hair it was very painful I shouted like anything.he took his mobile and started taking selfies with me in bra n petticoat.then he said come with me I will take you to brothel place.he hold my left arm forcefully and drag me to some inside building were many prostitute were present in top less and in skirt.many girls were topless and wearing just small skirt.i was crying don’t know what to do.then one brothel came with injection he slapped me so tightly that I was unable to hear anything from my ears.he then inject me in my right arm.i was feeling drowsy very tired.i felt something helpless then after few minutes I felt like someone is removing my bra and petticoat.it was very drowsy can’t see there faces.i felt cool air touching my body everywhere and slept with u*********sly.when I woke up I saw myself in black bra and denim shorts.later I felt something in my mouth and I noticed thick cum inside my mouth.when I stand I felt something in my pussy.so I removed my denim shorts I see no underwear and my pussy is fully filled with thick cum in pussy and all over pussy and little on lap and ass.it smells very bad.when I went to wash room it was locked from inside.later it got opened and I see one old fat man coming out from bath and he pinched my tummy.it was very shameful embracing I felt very bad and started to cry then he said common don’t cry I will pay you money he took some money from his shirt and kept inside my bra.i was very helpless.i cried loudly no one their to listen my voice.that fat man left room and locked from out side.i was in great loss in big trauma.after few minutes I went inside bathroom it was fully dirty.that man didn’t flesh water his shit was floating.it made me to vomit.i opened tap for water but water was running canlı kaçak iddaa very thin.i washed out my vomit from floor of bathroom but I was unable to wash out his shit.because my hands were shaking.at that moment few men knocked door I went out from bathroom and four men came inside room they asked me to sit on bed. But I was afraid then he shouted sit then I sat on bed.they started to play pen drive in TV.i saw my movie in TV I was completely nude no dress and that fat man was fucking me so badly that I was screaming loudly in u*********sly.full video was recorded and I was completely nude in that video.one of them told me that if you don’t obey us we will put this video in online.i was helpless so I started crying I fell on my knees started begging them one by one saying don’t do this with me please.then they asked to do whatever they asked.i said I will do whatever you people say.then they asked me to give photo shoot for their clients.so they asked me to remove bra and shorts.i was completely nude then one them went out three men remain inside room.one of them came close to me and said don’t wipe cum from your body it’s very important to impress your clients and he started to give instructions for poses.he took camera from his bag.another guy took his breclet and asked me to wear for photo shoot.with full of angry face he said now smile and start giving poses like prostitute.then suddenly another girl came from outside with men.that girl was covered in single towel.(see below the picture me and that girl giving pose like prostitute).that girl came near to me started to correct her hair style and sat near me on bed.they asked me to hug but I was unable to hug her because everything is new to me in my entire life I never speak with anyone never go out with anyone.then he took many photos of us hugging teasing and laughing loudly with that girl for photo shoot.then she hold my arms tightly for lesbian canlı kaçak bahis photo shoot.(see below picture the way she holded me for lesbian photo shoot)he shouted at me and said common smile.so I gave smile and she also gave smile.he took many photos as if we are lesbian and know each other for many years.after photo shoot over they left room.only I was on bed all alone nude without any dress and started to cry like a mad girl no one can listen my voice because I was in red light area…….then one client came inside my room he laughed at me and said woow what a great gorgeous whore.he came closer to touch me but I refused him.he got angry and he kicked my shoulder with his left leg.it was damn painfull I fall with great force on bed.he jumped on my body and pinched my lap it was so bad I was screaming loudly.he smiled and plucked out one hair from my pussy area with great force.it was very painful.i beg him please don’t hit me like this I can’t tolerate this big pain.he plucked one more hair from my pussy areas.i scream very loudly.with great pain I push him away from my body and opened his pant and took his dick inside my mouth to give him pleasure so that he forgets to pluck hair from near my pussy.i gave nice blowjob to him until he cum inside my mouth.in great pleasure he hold my hair tightly and was going to release his cum inside my mouth.after 20 minutes he released all his cum in my mouth and forcefully I swallowed his cum in my mouth.it was very warm his cum was very warm to swallow but any how I managed to swallow his cum.it was very warm I felt warmness in my neck and stomach.he then pushed me on bed and gave nice slap on my brest.with that great force of slap my boobs bounced twice.he started to fuck n fuck fuck me without any gap and mercy then after few hours he again released loads of cum in my pussy.i felt something helpless and warm cum flowing Inside my vagina with great force then after he releasing his cum inside my pussy he felt drowsy and fall on my body and gave big bite on my nipples.i shouted out loudly with great pain and intolerance pain because my nipples are sensitive and with smile he told near my ears “YOU ARE MY FAVOURITE WHORE”

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Alice au pays de la soumission, chapitre dernierAprès le départ de cet ami fidèle, Alice est récompensée à la hauteur de son intervention. Paul l’emporte dans le donjon. Après l’avoir solidement attachée dans une position très inconfortable, il l’encule sèchement en la fessant durement. Les claques cessent rapidement, Paul n’a plus qu’une envie, baiser sa petite salope. Du cul au vagin, il va et vient. Très vite Alice ressent tous les bienfaits que lui procure son Maître. Derrière, Karl amène Mathilde qu’il envoie s’occuper des seins d’Alice. Il en profite pour lui enfiler sa queue dans son sexe déjà béant. Les deux hommes labourent leurs soumises dans la plus pure tradition des relations entre dominant et soumis. Les deux soumises, dociles et bienveillantes, savent qu’elles vont jouir toutes les deux. Pour Alice, c’est le genre de récompense qu’elle affectionne, se faire baiser sans pouvoir se défendre. Baisées, enculées, les deux petites salopes, comme les surnommes Paul, sont sur le point de jouir quand les deux hommes décident de jouir dans la bouche des soumises, laissant les jeunes femmes sur leur faim. Maintenant attachée contre le corps d’Alice, Mathilde commença illegal bahis à apprendre à endurer sans pouvoir satisfaire sa soif non étanchée de plaisir. Les deux hommes se dirigent vers l’ordinateur de Paul. Ensemble, ils font des projets sur cette ancienne maison coloniale. Elle plait autant à Paul qu’à Karl. Paul décide d’envoyer un mail à Sybile, exigeant qu’elle envoie des photos d’elle entièrement nue. Vu le décalage horaire, elle ne pourra lire le mail qu’à son réveil. Puis, après avoir vu et revu, après avoir refait le monde, les deux hommes retournent dans le donjon en compagnie de Mickey. Dès la porte franchie, Paul lâche Mickey. Autant dire qu’il est à la fête. C’est sur Alice qu’il jette son dévolu. Sexe et vagin, il peine à se décider. Sans choisir, il grimpe sur Alice et sa queue pénètre le cul dilaté d’Alice sans difficulté. Pendant que Mickey fait joujou avec Alice, Mathilde n’est pas oubliée. Les deux hommes la prennent en sandwich, de quoi rendre un peu jalouse Alice qui n’a jamais connue cela. Soudain, tout ce petit monde est dérangé par le hurlement d’Alice qui jouit en longueur comme en puissance. Paul et Karl délaisse Mathilde, la illegal bahis siteleri laissant à Mickey qui change vite de partenaire. Alice subit ce qu’elle voulait connaitre depuis longtemps et Mathilde subit les assauts répétés de Mickey. Tout cela se termine avec deux femmes libres de leur mouvement et baisées par deux amants qui les emportent dans l’univers infini du plaisir. Enfin, ayant encore quelque réserve dans leur corps respectif, les deux dominants jouent les soumises à pile ou face et chacun gagne la soumise de l’autre. Chacun dans leur chambre, ils baisent celle avec qui ils vont passer la nuit. Dès l’aube, Alice est emmenée par Karl derrière le donjon ou des herbes folles y poussent. C’est pendant les travaux que Karl a découvert cet endroit. Au préalable, il s’est muni d’un gant. Alice se demandait le pourquoi de ce gant. Elle ne tarde pas à découvrir la raison. Devant une grande touffe d’ortie, Karl en cueille une grande poignée et vient caresser le corps d’Alice. La plante urticante fait vite son effet. Alice serre les dents, l’envie de se gratter est forte. Pourtant, Karl le lui interdit. Paul, étonné de ne trouver que Mathilde et son canlı bahis siteleri déjeuner, un fois son repas terminé file à la recherche du couple. -Monsieur, ne courrez pas, je sais où se trouve mon Maître. -Montre-moi et vite.Elle le guide derrière le donjon. Paul arbore un large sourire en voyant Alice obligée de se rouler dans les orties. Du coup, il pousse Mathilde qui tombe en plein centre de ces plantes urticantes. Les deux hommes regardent Mathilde relever Alice. Toutes deux sont entièrement recouvertes des piqures de cette plante. Paul félicite Karl pour sa trouvaille. Ils en profitent pour les suspendre par les bras les deux soumises ensemble, mais dos à dos. Karl se douche et file à son magasin, un premier rendez-vous l’y attend. Quand à Paul, il attend celles qu’il a convoqué. À la poutre, les deux femmes ne peuvent soulager leurs corps enflammé par cette plante. Quand la première soumise et client de Paul arrive, elle n’a guère le temps d’apprécier la maison de ce dominateur. Nue, entravée, la voilà déjà en train d’aplanir un coin du terrain pour faire un jardin potager. Les trois suivantes rejoignent la première. Quant à la dernière, en retard, elle a droit à une punition du genre piquante derrière le donjon avant d’aller rejoindre les autres. Paul délivre Alice et Mathilde. Il les guide vers ses clientes, sa cravache coincé dans sa botte d’équitation. La suite, c’est à vous de l’écrire, mes amis.

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JuliannaIf you want a story with raunchy wild kinky sex. look elsewhere. if you wanna know more about me (the author) and my crazy life, read on.This is the story of Julianna. I normally change the names in my stories or don’t mention them at all. But decided to make an exception, because Julianna is one of those rare gems that deserve to find their name on a website like this. Even tho her story is a bit tragic. Often i wondered wether it is her who got scarred by the people she was around, or if it is in fact the other way around. You have to meet her in person in order to find that out..So here’s how I met Julianna.I met Julianna in the sorriest place on earth. From all the places I’ve been to so far, this one had the most resemblence to an actual hell. Even tho there was no barbecue. A place where you can’t leave the first two weeks at all, where the windows open only 5 inch, cause the average human skull is around 10 inch, and is not supposed to fit through there. so nobody jumps out. a place where a creepy guy comes to you every evening telling you your medication is ready. And even tho you told him every evening for the last three weeks, that you’re not gonna take that stupid HALDON, he still comes to you. To try turn you into a zombie. A place where you can’t have a musical instrument, and if after 3 weeks finally the house pastor gives you one, the nurses take it from you and act like you just bombed pearl harbor.There is no wifi, and you have to sign your name on a paper by the door if you leave, and can only stay a couple minutes or hours. where everyone keeps agglomerating at the coffee and cigarette dispenser set up in the lobby. So which place am I talking about ?I am talking about the Mental Ward. That’s where I met Julianna.It was in the very first day that I arrived, and I have never been to a mental ward before. I had been sent there cause I had hit my little sister substantially, after she again teased me in a completely unneccessary manner, while looking me straight in the eye, knowing exactly what she did. which aroused my temper.. The cops then took me in for a night, and since a silly shrink (that my dad kept trying to drag me to) had attested me three years prior that i was schizophrenic, next day they went through their papers and decided to send me to the mental ward..so here i was, in the beautiful pine-tipped countryside, with serene clear air, a big building that resembled a regular hospital, surrounded by beautiful woods. people normally come here for vacation or sightseeing. I had just arrived in the intake unit and went to the community room, where we would later eat our meals. Julianna sat at a table, and immediately i looked at her, cause she was the only other person there that was halfway regular looking. most other people were seniors (old grandmas mostly), some of them had obvious disabilities of the most different sort. there was not many people to pick from.Julianna was tall, probly 5’11, eastern european type, with thick blonde and long hair, she had big firm tits, probably small D cups.I’m no professional when it comes to tits, but her tits were larger than average, and she would get cat-called by the most different dudes, even while we were yet in the mental ward, Two young guys cat-called her from another unit through a thick glass divider, making the usual faces, but she flipped them the bird, turned her shoulder, and walked away before continuing her conversation with me. it made her really angry. I didn’t know at that time but she is a lunar leo. Something that gives her soul or character quite some bite. more bite than some people can handle). Back to her description: She still had a considerably young body, in her late 20s. her mouth was small, her face shape was slightly oval, a few tiny white spots already in her hair, that she covered up with hair coloring agent, but most remarkable was her nose, which was slightly above average in size, but clearly had a prominent beak, an aquiline nose. I have such a nose too BTW, and when coming of age, as a teenager of around 14,15 yrs, this was a big problem for me, i was so ashamed and disgusted with it. And still am to this day whenever I feel stressed out or very tired. Its my mother who gave me this nose, but thats another story.. So Julianna stood there, and I chatted her up, said hello, and it didn’t take more than 2 sentences til she had caught interest and we sat down at the same table. I told her why i was here, and she said she was here out of her own free will, for the 2nd or 3rd time. cause she sometimes had problems of the kind that were treated in places like this.. She said she had a young son, 5 yrs old, who had just been ordered by court to live with her husband/ex-husband, and his mother, who she described as a computer nerd, who was a momma’s boy, and his mother she said was like a witch, and they hated each other..so we talked and talked and I was very glad that the first day inside i had somebody so cool to spend some time with, because when you looked at the other people, the place felt like bedlam. we talked almost the entire first day, plus the evening all the way until it was time for us to go to bed, cause lights out was at 10PM, and after that you couldn’t be seen in anyone’s room.. rooms were mostly 2 or 3-bed, tho some lucky folks had one for themselves.it turned out we were both christians both with substantial things experienced in life, things that had left their traces. not church sheeple, but the real thing. if you are one too, you’ll know what i mean. if not. then most likely not. probably that’s why we ticked so well, and had a lot to talk about.. The next day started and we were goofing around in the community room, that had a big television, the main attraction, big windows to look through, watching people walk in the yard or cars arriving. there was card games and board games, a bookshelf. one time people decided to turn up the music very loud, like in a disco. To my surprise neither the doc nor the nurses arrived to complain. and people kept on dancing and goofing around. it was the most fun thing i remember in the whole 3 weeks i spent in that hell. And as I sat on a table, dangling my legs, Julianna put on her sexyest dance, slowdancing me to 90s eurodance tunes, just like back in school when we had our kissing parties, in 5th to 7th grade, when we was only 4 guys in our class, and almost 20 girls… Julianna would come close to me, would be grabbing my hands and making sexy body movements, and rubbing her face really close to mine… making the face of a complete whore that is dieing to get some cock. something i had not experienced literally in years. she definitely was happy to have me around.. She was no beauty, but it was the best thing the place had to offer for sure. She was a naughty girl, it would sometimes just pop out from out of nowhere, she couldn’t help it. Since she had told me a lot about her life, her marriage, and the love of her life, who she hoped one day would marry her. I later learned how she loved to talk on the telephone and chat for hours, and had chatted with this guy a lot, even tho he was divorced, ran his own company, had k**s of his own, and was a complete player, who wanted to fuck her, but no relationship.. one time she dragged me very hard to the window, and holding her face very close to mine, whispering in my ear, telling me about her croatian stud, saying “he told me, when a woman really pisses him off, he fucks them very hard in the ass”.. as she said this her face showed just for a few seconds a whorish demeanor that was out of this world, which she would not often show, but sometimes it just came through..Sadly to say, after only 3 days she was leaving, it was early in the week, we exchanged phone numbers, i had my cellphone with me in my room, cellphones were allowed, my cellphone is of the old type. so we exchanged numbers and she promised me she’d absolutely visit me this weekend. cause the place even after a few days felt so incredibly depressing. the saddest place on earth.so the next days went by veeeeery slowly, it was very boring, i had one talk with the doctor, where i told him a bit about my background, and the stuff i believed. which was the most stupid thing i could have done in retrospect. i would not be allowed any privileges until i took my meds, something i refused for the whole time i was there, until the insurance was no longer willing to pay for my stay and i was released. the first few days i couldn’t even go to the yard to chat people up, talk a short walk or buy gummybears. so time went slow, slow, slow..i waited the weekend. and Julianna didn’t call me. For the whole weekend. She had promised the highest oath, and already broken it, even tho i hardly knew her… She would never call me for the entire time I was there. which was three incredibly long weeks. far as I remember. I forgot about her at some point, cause the idleness and sadness of the place were overwhelming, and there were other people i had to take care of, or that wanted to talk to me, or i spent time with. So Julianna was gone. But to say I missed her would have been an overstatement. At some point I probably just forgot about her. there were other people there who had much worse problems.After I was released i got moved into a new apartment. the doc had decided that my problems with family etc. was also due to my tight living situation, and that I had to move out. many phonecalls were made by different people, and i was moved in a shared apartment building in the village next to the one i had grown up in. I bought a monthly ticket for the city nearby that i could ride into each morning, it was about a one hour ride from my apartment, and i could listen to music on the headphones, so time went fast. My favourite listen was Anna German, or the Assassins Creed II soundtrack. It lasted exactly one busride. the city had around 100K inhabitants and was rather rich, with a large amount (70%) of immigrant population of all sort and color. turks, arabs, russians, africans. everything. there was a library, even a petting zoo with free entry. compared to the ward it was like coming from hell to heaven. At some point i got to talk to Julianna on social media, and she called me often. she was a real chatterbox. she’s a beautician by trade, and had worked canlı bahis şirketleri as a professional beauty representative for a top brand for years, in her own right, and was pretty successful at that. She had just rented a new apartment in said city, and needed some help with it.We met up, she wore her favourite creme colored coat (somewhere between beige and a light brown), tall black leather boots (also called “fuck-me-boots” or hooker boots), and we hugged and greeeted each other joyfully.. Immediately she proposed to go to the local mall, to her favourite place, a sort of coffee shop, where she would buy herself a coffee. over the next weeks that i rode back and forth from my place to her place, this would become a real drag, since she literally every single time, no matter how little time we had, she always wanted to go grab a coffee at that coffee shop. on one day it really made me mad..cause it started to manifest what her real problem was. she wanted to spoil herself. and unless she was spoiled by life, or some guy in her life, she wasn’t feeling complete. also what i found remarkable, was the amount of makeup she wore. I have to add, I absolutely hate makeup. it just looks fake, ugly, something i see right through, rather than seeing blemishes covered up i just see some ugly color smeared in a face, that is borderline similar to a light enema color… But with her it was strange, cause she had the amazing ability, that when she wore makeup, her otherwise ugly nose would completely disappear, and merge seamlessly into her face, that now looked proportional and even. it was like she was another person. I am pretty sure she was aware of that too, either consciously or subconsciously, and thats why makeup had become her life, and also her career.So we met up many times, texted even more times, one time we sat in a restaurant, had some nice pasta, even tho we were both broke, and the cops and courts breathing smoke up our asses, in our individual lives. But as a christian, you’re used to that kinda shit. when the devil hates you, he doesn’t hold back. he’ll let you have it all. he’ll fuck with your family, cause that way he can harm you the most.. we prayed together too at times… and talked about our families etc. Her apartment was on ground floor, only 2 or 3 bus stops from the mall, which was cool. there were many empty rooms, a big bed in the bedroom, and two big rolling clothes hangers, filled with dozens and dozens of coats, shirts, dresses, pants, you get the picture. also many many shoes. almost no furniture. not even lightbulbs on the ceilings. the kitchen just had a fridge, a simple IKEA table and two chairs. that was it. the bathroom had not even a mirror, and was also blank. the whole place was ready to get painted like a canvas…one day i got my parent’s car cause she wanted to drive to IKEA which was around 100km away in a bigger city, she knew the stuff she wanted, it should look the same as her old apartment that she had with her ex husband. white tables, bedside tables, clothing shelves and a white sofa. of the same type. I got the car, we drove to IKEA, and bought the stuff she wanted. the more time I spent with Julianna, i realized that on a scale from probly 1 to 10 she had the attitude of an 11, but was nowhere near a 9 or 10, she was probably somewhere between a 5 and a 7. But that’s a high figure. Her biggest flaw was not that she had a face that I simply couldn’t love the way it was. her biggest flaw was the way she tried to cover it up. but never facing up to it. The same thing that I hated so much in my own mother. The more you tried to please Julianna, the more she demanded. The more you tried to make it right for her, the more it was wrong. I don’t think she even does it on purpose. its just who she is. She never asked me for money. She worked in a d**gstore at that time, just to have something to do during the day, and be able to chat with her co-workers. And try to get her life straightened out so she could get her son back from the court. Getting him back was all she cared about.I never had to pay for restaurant bills, and when I gave her something, like one time a monthly ticket for public transport, cause I got a new one, she was very thankful for it. I probly called her only 2 or 3 times in all those 2 or so months we met a lot. She must have called me at least 2 dozen times or more. each times we talked almost half hour. her phone bill must have been astronomical.. It was a fundamental need of her. Since i never was married or had a longterm relationship with a girl, i had never experienced this in such a form. When we came back from IKEA we put all the big cardboard boxes in her apartment, i had already brought two or three big-ass bags full of tools, which was a real chore doing it with public transport. but we needed the tools to help make the apartment halfway liveable. or so i thought… I gave the electrician and added for each room a light socket to the ceiling, so you could at least screw in a lightbulb. We also had bought two lamps for the ceilings, one for the hall, and one for the living room, which i set up and they looked great.. in her bedroom there were now two nice white bedside tables, and two nice white bedside lamps. which also looked great. while setting them up she demanded that I pay the most utmost careful attention with them, sometimes she wanted something done a slightly different way, and I had to tell her it wasn’t a good idea or it would cause a problem, and it took a few minutes of talk until she would finally give in. Like i said before, she was a lunar leo, when she was born, the moon stood in leo. That’s why she had these sometimes even violent fits of rage, or need to be right in certain situations where it was almost ridiculous… i should have checked her natal chart a lot earlier, but only did it after our whole friendship was almost over. and i finally stopped seeing her, cause she had finally sunk my entire ship of affection that I had for her. And believe me it takes a lot to do that. Because I used to live on the street as a hobo and was also in jail, both in a different country, and long before being sent to the mental ward in my home country, and i have a big heart for struggling people. but what I can not tolerate is when the attitude comes through. and you see that some people actually are paving their own road to their own little private hell.When I set up the shoe drawers in the hall, she was a complete pain in the butt, constantly asking me if i was doing it the right way, and when i was putting together two other items in the living room, she was doing the same. it was so bad that i got angry and ordered her out of the living room. and had to get loud. I simply could not believe that this woman who was on her last straw, getting a free hand, was acting like some sort of dissatisfied queen. so i locked her out and finished the job.. then later she apologized with a wet puppy look to get me back to normal, but even within the same phrase, her commands and fast-talking went on in exactly the same way. I simply couldn’t believe it. The worst thing was when i was putting together yet another white chest of drawers for the living room, that should be for her many socks, panties and other clothes, i screwed one screw a tiny little bit in too deep, and it would create a tiny tiny hair-thin crack, near the handle. you actually hardly could see it.. But she was all over it like a reporter covering the divorce of a filmstar, inspecting it from every side. asking me to drive her back to IKEA. i told her she was crazy. and should find another guy to drive her.. which she later did, as it turned out, and got a replacement drawer.. to have her preshuss white furnichurrr in immaculate condition !!what else can i write about Julianna.. oh right, this is a sex website, so i gotta stick to the kinky stuff. sadly enough, the kinky stuff, when you’re serving an invisible jew in the sky, who keeps hoarding all the fun for himself and his dear minions, doesn’t grant you a whole lot of that. when i was in 2nd and 3rd grade, our flute teacher would have us play “polish wedding” and all the boys had to kiss all the girls, everytime there was a party, or a concert, or even during practice, she would put us over her lap and spank our ass, teasing us. it felt so hot ! later in 4th grade, i was the new guy round the block, and quite some girls were interested. And there was some more kissing going on. from 5th to 7th grade, it was the eurodance craze, with cheap booze (k**s in europe start booze earlier than in the states), much improvised disco and a lot of making out, with french kisses, but no real sex as of yet.. than up to 12th and 13th grade, all the guys had their girlfriends but i was much into sports, and played my guitar in the remaining time. So nothing much going on in that department either.. but that was all stories of yesteryears. by the time i met julianna i was 34 years old. Throughout my life, i spent most of my time with girls who were either spiritual in some form, or church goers. And in retrospect i can say that was the worst thing i could have done. Cause these girls will never ever, ever… let a guy like me even near their pussy. it doesn’t matter if they’re good looking or not, if they’re 16 or 60. Soon as they realize they can get their needs met, get attention and care, they will cockblock you and that cockblock will be a permanent one.. Cause, d’uh, letting you have it would be fornicating! A woman would never do such wickedness! Yeah..If I will ever have a daughter who will not go to church, i will drag her there. And if I will have a son who will go to church. I will drag him out. And burn it to the ground. Cause the church is a lady. And everything that happens there. Only females profit. Men either are pastors (the pimps), or become cuck types that get feminized and pay for it out of their own wallet.So where was I ? Right, Julianna… one day she rings me on the cell, and has a crying, whiny voice. And says nobody wants her, nobody loves her. I don’t know what exactly caused her low, but she went as far as asking me if I wanted to marry her. Cause other than me, she had nobody in life. That was not true, she had a few people, colleagues, and a big sister and parents, and brother. but they were canlı kaçak iddaa non believers, or they believed differently. and it was just like with me, one day my family was all friendly, the next day there would be the most violent war raging, over absolute trifles, things only a few years before, I would have laughed about, and thought you can’t possibly be so stupid to argue over that, were now so severe that i often had to leave the house, before they would call the police. Cause as we know. the police only works for the taxpayer. And i never payed taxes or worked a regular job ever since i left school.So Julianna was sobbing and asked me with a pleading voice. Do you want to marry me? You could hear a needle drop. I was not used to letting people so close to my heart, the last time I did that, it put me in jail. After probably ten or 15 seconds, that felt like an eternity, I said. No. Julianna. Of course not. I don’t wanna marry you. She asked me why. what was the reason. I said. Because of your nose. I don’t like it. And I also think we’re not made for one another. you should try to find an older guy, probably in his forties or early fifties, who is financially secure and can take care of you. that’s what I told her straight up. She continued in the most tender voice and was thankful that i was being honest with her. We then chatted for another extended period of time. but it became obvious that each of us was trapped inside his own hell, and we couldn’t even help each other, given our individual situations.I was so bummed that day when I had to remove my tools back out of her apartment, and back into my own, again, using public transport, and cursing her the entire ride. for putting me through such useless commotion, by being mentally not reliable, and not even letting me help her fix up her apartment. She is a solar gemini, and just like her sign, is quick to jump to new ideas, but also very shaky, and always looking for someone to lead her along. Which i didn’t wanna do. I didn’t wanna be her boyfriend, I wouldn’t have survived a week with her. So she never really knew what she wanted. And both our streams of thought, were in some areas very different. She had this handbag, that was dolce&gabbana. a gift from her Ex. it cost 700$. 700 friggin dollars, that was more than she made in a month at her job at the d**g store !! she would have rather died than sold it and bought other, much more useful stuff. She also had a beautiful coat that made her look like a really posh lady (in retrospect its crazy how much we both look like Ivanka Trump and Jared Kushner), but that particular coat she didn’t even like that much, instead, another coat that was just plain average, she treasured like it was a gem. Then when we were talking about the kitchen, to get it halfway ready to move in. so she wouldn’t have to go on her parents nerve, and do her own thing. she knew exactly what she wanted. Or not ? i looked up the local classifieds. there were tons of people just throwing out their “old” kitchens for 50 dollars or 100, or even for free, cause they moved, or their wife got a new one. there was so many kitchen items you could have outfitted a whole village with it. and I could get my parent’s car and even a tow-hanger to pick it up and set it up. But none was good enough for her. it had to be perfect. the princess was picky! i had taken much time browsing the ads, showing her the pictures, she wanted none of it. then we went to yet another big store in same city, where people get their furniture, big ass store with 3 stories full of kitchens, bathrooms, living room furniture, chaise lounges, sofas, minibars, chairs and tables. you get the picture.She looked at what was there. (i told her i had couple hundred on reserve that I could borrow her, but expected it back, and so far she had always been honest with money). Her budget was only allowing for a simple but completely functional brandnew kitchen. but when she chatted the guy up that was the specialist. it became evident, she only talked about the most expensive brands, and always tried to convince him that she needed to have it, she acted like a c***d convincing the guide at mount everest basecamp, that she was the best climber in history, and should have the right to summit without acclimatization or rest days.. after a while, the way she talked to the guy made me so upset i had to leave the area and almost would have taken the ride home. it was that bad.. She couldn’t see what she had done wrong. To her, how she felt about something was paramount. everything and everybody else came second. So thats how i never could put together a kitchen for her. even tho I am a solar capricorn, who goes slow and steady, likes a fair challenge, and a lunar sagittarius who loves adventure and unforseen, and just throwing myself right in it. my ascendent i never figured out, but it must have to do with the many many times in my life, where i either am alone by own choice for weeks or months, and sometimes years. or are locked up in jail or some other facility. so if you are an astrologer who can figure out my ascendent, please PM me, i really wanna know.. cause I don’t know the precise hour of my birth. so I never could calculate that.Did I leave out anything about Julianna ? Believe me she had pissed me off on way more occasions than that. I just have forgotten it in the meantime, or don’t care to remember, cause it was all stupid to begin with. giving her so much time of my life. what finally brought the hammer down for me, and after this i only saw julianna once more, with her new boyfriend, an early fifty something male nurse who worked in another city nearby, who had his own car, and was also kind of a momma’s boy, who needed someone to order him around (to me all the men in this entire country are like that, as you can also see in the sexual preferences here on this website, but that’s another story). we met at one time in the restaurant near my apartment, and had a glass of wine and some pizza. and Tadaaa.. finally Julianna had a new host that she could emotionally leech off, and treat her like a princess.. Since he had the money I’m also shure he got the pussy. She might not have been a 10, but if you have a pussy, you don’t need to be a 10 to get laid, or find a guy to pay your bills, since pussy always talks. No more talks about her secret crush, the croatian stud, that she hoped to marry someday. It appeared she always found a way to survive. Something most women are expert in.The Day that really sealed it for me, was a bright early summer day. which is rare in this country with short summers. and i got the car from my parents, and the hanger, cause she wanted to get her big beautiful white IKEA sofa from her old apartment that was still inhabited by her EX and his mother, the witch. And the court had now ruled the sofa was hers, she could pick it up, but had to be quick, they would put it out their apartment door in the 4th floor. and she would have someone pick it up for her, but could not come up and could not talk to her EX or her mother.She had brought her new boyfriend along that day. I arrived a half-hour early just to find a parking space, and get a feel for the location.. when the two arrived, after discussing far and wide where and how to best park. and already she had me worked up halfway the bullshit scale, just by her mere presence, we finally rang the doorbell, and told her both several times, to stay down there. and we’d go up alone, to get that big white top-of-the-line IKEA sofa. But Julianna would have none of it, she ignored us both repeatedly and stormed up the stairs. when we arrived up top, the mother was already standing by the sofa, and a hot verbal fight began. after trying in vain to calm her down, sending her back down, we just grabbed the sofa, but it was too heavy and big, a chore to carry, and we sometimes had to momentarily put it back down or rest it against the walls or the handrail. each time she would shriek out and get mad at us, that we would handle her preshuss sofa in such a way.. when we were back down i knew already this was the last day in my life i would spend with this ungrateful bitch. we stuffed the sofa into my car and my hanger. and everything else into their car. and they took off immediately. but the mother had called the cops, probably right after shouting at her, “to leave her hands off her son, and never come back, and that she already had caused enough problems.” The cop car just happened to arrive at the same time that Julianna and her beau drove off. But I knew why the cops were there, and that you can’t run from them. because they will follow you to the moon or the next galaxy if need be, until they got what they want. so I stopped. to talk to them. and explained the situation and told them to follow me to Juliannas apartment. which they did. at the apartment we had a short chit-chat and she got a warning but no slap on the wrist. and soon after the coppers were gone. from my perspective that was the easiest she could have gotten. I have experiences with cops that are far far worse. But instead of thanking me she got angry. are you insane ? why did you lead the cops here ? That was a stupid thing to do… she said.. I can’t remember what else we talked. We got her sofa inside, and i was driving home as soon as there was opportunity. I wasn’t in the mood for any more masochism that day.another time she wanted a washing machine, cause she had none. And i just had gotten one for my own apartment, for 100 quid, picking it up somewhere and it fit in the trunk just barely, but was do-able. and I promised, since she was still in the other city, and didn’t live yet in her apartment that we tried to fix up, she told me to try look for a good deal and i looked at all the ads, and most were expensive, there were none for free, which happens sometimes, but not at that particular time, cause around here, often polish or russian guys will immediately grab everything that’s for free. so you gotta be quick… then this romanian guy had a functional washing machine, older model but top notch brand, for only 50 quid, ran without problem, fully functional, only problem, the top table, where you can either put your washing detergent on, or put another unit on top, a dryer for example, that table was missing, canlı kaçak bahis or was ugly. thats why it cost only 50 quid… and the seller was a romanian guy, just like her, she spoke romanian, and that’s where her roots were (think about transsylvania and blood sucking vampires, hehe, it certainly fit the bill for her..) The guy would even offer to help me drive it to her place, which i found was outstanding. cause we didn’t have a car in the city. so that was the only option.. and i told her all about it, and was overjoyed that it all worked out so well… but she was very suspicious and said “romanians, there you gotta be careful, they always screw you over”, and i just replied “i don’t care, cause the one who gets the unit will be romanian too..”. she didn’t think it was funny.And later when she saw the washing machine, she complained about how ugly it looked, and why I didn’t get another one. And ranted about what i had perceived a small miracle. That whole event was also another nail in the coffin of our relationship, if you could call it that. She could have put a dryer on top of that thing once she had the money to buy one, or simply get creative, building a new top-cover… In a place like Berlin, that washing machine would have been taken with blowkiss by every household hands down.. But the princess again had found the pea under her 40 layers of matresses.. I just couldn’t believe it. I never asked the 50 dollars back from her. at that point i was too pissed off already..At that time I already had my xhamster account, and also an imagefap account, that i later closed down cause the page was overrun with crossdressers, trannies, and had become just a joke, no normal people anymore. But I asked julianna since i had done so much for her the last months, cause I had no sex pictures, or videos of myself (for a lack of sex LOL) that i would like to take pictures of her shapely and tasty ass, either in underwear or plain in jeans, just showing her ass, no face, from the back, and then ask people on here what they would do with it. i thought it would be a harmless but hot thing to do, and was an awesome idea. but she completely shut me down, asking if I was crazy, she would never do that, and that I was a pervert. Even after asking her multiple times she would not budge. and i thought to myself. do i really deserve such friends. that day I decided she was a liability. well i knew that she was a liability. she had always been one from the first day, back when she promised to visit me in the ward, and just didnt show up, leaving me alone in bedlam, in the halls of hell.I have now talked a lot about her, but wanna end the story with the only incident that really surprised the shit out of me. Cause it was something that so rarely happens in my life. Since I’m a guy who only has an average face, and at that time didn’t even care to work out, and doesn’t throw around with money. Quite the opposite. And doesn’t have a huge cock, but only very average, probly 5,5inch without cheating, and 7 inch if i pull the FUDA (fat upper dick area, the male version of a FUPA) all the way back. which looks silly and doesn’t count (LOL)… for all these reasons or probably the fact that the invisible jew in the sky is making my life extra hard, just so he can have a laugh.. there is an unwritten rule in my life… that has almost become a running gag.. I absolutely never get laid. And if it looks like, as if, almost, i had a chance, that finally, in fact, to my big surprise, i really AM about to get laid… something always happens in the last second, that turns the situation around, so that, tadaaa… I don’t get laid..One day as Me and Julianna walked back into her apartment, which still wasn’t furnished at all, after shopping for some smalltime crap in the nearby mall, and her getting her obligatory coffee shake. She surprised me very much. She told me to put my backpack down in the hall, and my jacket too, which I did. Then she left on her clothes, and just lay down on her big beautiful bed in the halfway finished bedroom, where she rested for a minute and then told me to lie down next to her to, to chill out. She then said “let’s dim the light a little bit”.. and even asked me if I liked it that way. I nodded. I was to groggy cause the last couple days had been busy, and lieing with all our clothes on, on the bed, just felt so comfortable. with the street noise from outside coming through the slightly open windows. and still her two big clothes-hangers with the many coats on it, and the wheels under it, standing right there in the room… She suddenly rolled over and looked into my eyes, in a different way than she normally does. She had her makeup on, and didn’t look bad at all, but like a regular woman. with the figure of a supermodel. but the plain face of a woman. and she wouldn’t turn her face away. and we looked into each others eyes. Eyes are the windows to the souls, the books says. This has proved true in my life. the most incredible moments i have had with girls in my life, were always when i lay close to them, just before or during making out, and looking into their eyes, before the wild a****l nature takes over, all upbringing, all values, all teachings, all religion are thrown out the window, and you kiss each other. not because you want. but because your soul and body have an incurable, incredibly strong desire to hug, and kiss, and feel somebody, even to enter his body and become one with him and the universe. So i can’t remember why or how exactly, but on that particular day we got closer and closer to each other, and finally ended up kissing each other on the mouth, and once that happened, there was no turning back, our lips were locked, our teeth slightly touched, we shreeked back just a wee bit, but only to reposition our mouthes and keep going at it. we tongue-kissed each other, something i had not done in over 15 yrs to a girl. I couldn’t believe it was happening. It was surreal. the eternal rule on that day had no power.. Satan that day must have been locked in his cage, guarded by some archangels who would not let him out, to give his minions any orders. we didn’t even fight or talk, we just lay on the bed, french-kissing, i can’t remember how long, but altogether i think at least half an hour. She felt so nice and warm. And her beautiful tits. They were so big and wobbly and felt wonderful between your fingers. Since she was a mother, they had some tiny streaks of wear to them, not like a teenager’s tits, but full and ripe, with only small ripples of already aging skin. I couldn’t stop petting them, cupping them, grabbing greedily into her bra.. She didn’t mind at all, but really seemed to like it. I was also working her vagina with one hand, going right between her legs, and she didn’t really abject either. quite the contrary. i had my hand there all the time, we kissed, and she just gently moved her legs that were in pantyhose. and it felt really freaky by the very soft glistening noise it made.. then as I was getting really horny, and somewhere inside of me a switch was flipped, and I was now forgetting everything, only wanted to get more, get more of her body, thinking that’s it, we’re really gonna fuck this time… She gently pulled back my both hands that were now deep in her pants and over her vagina, and said in the most tender voice a mother can talk to her baby, saying “But we’re not gonna do any silly things today, aren’t we…” and I knew whose voice this was. i had crossed a boundary that was not mine to cross on that day… so I just enjoyed whatever I had enjoyed before, in the same fashion, and it went on for another couple minutes… then at some point, Satan must have broken out of his cage again, probably the lock was rusty or the angels had a pee break. cause suddenly she began to sob, from out of nowhere, and tears rolled down her eyes, as she said ” all my life, nobody has really loved me, i always have to pay for everything myself, people only use me, nobody has ever really loved me. in my entire life…” that was a hard shocker. She was always such a strong character, but now she was really a mess, and crying her eyes out…It was very moving. and I stopped whatever I was doing, still lieing on top of her, and tenderly kissed her forehead over and over and over again, in the most nonsexual way, exactly like a father or mother would kiss their young baby c***d. But it didn’t work. even the most unconditional love I could muster, and my soul groaning inside of me, for her to get some relief, it simply would not work… she continued to cry and sob.. for a couple of minutes and would not stop.. i kept lieing next to her and tenderly stroked the hair on her forehead with both hands to both sides, as if she was my own baby… she continued to sob. and at some point she just stopped, her eyes still full of tears.After our little petting session, with us still lieing on our backs on the bed, she asked me how long it had been since I had been with a woman. I said the last time was so far back that I couldn’t even think, how far back. but then remembered it had been 15 years ago, with my sister’s french exchange student. which had been the only girl ever, that i had fingered both in her vagina and her butthole almost the whole night, while french-kissing her for hours… She said, yes thats what she thought. That’s probably why the guy upstairs was fine with the whole deal, and told her to go along.. And give some pleasure and love to her friends. After all, love is the greatest.. And I said, Yes, I believe you. This was the Story of Julianna. If you know which country and which city I am talking about. And if you know which Julianna I mean, and if you wanna rat me out. let me tell you that i don’t give two shits, and you can show her the entire story. In fact I’m glad if you will.. At some point I will see her again. Cause In life God uses the people to teach us that are the most hard for us, and that we don’t even wanna spend time with. And if you’re a Saint, most time you can’t even walk away. its part of the training. I have stopped talking to her right now, and deleted her contacts etc. It takes only 1 day to get back in touch with her on social media, but I wanna spare my poor nerves, and hopefully live the years I have left without anymore of her bullshit. If at some point i run into some real money, or a guy offers me a small house or even a Villa in Croatia by the sea, I know who I will give it to. Cause that’s the place she loves the most. Until then. I can only pray that people like her will stay far away from me.

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j’avais oublié de prendre pour le diner.nous montons alors dans l’ascenseur tous les bahis siteleri quatre.arrivés devant ma chambre j’ouvre la porte et tout le monde pénètre dans celle cije vais vers ma mallette pour récupérer les papiers et je les entends derrière moi s’extasier devant le décor de la pièce.puis Bernard me demande si il peut faire une petite halte au toilette.je lui répond que oui et soudain me souvient que j’ai laissé le gode et ma petite culotte sur le rebord de la baignoire.je sent alors le stress m’envahir mais il est trop tard Bernard est déjà dansla pièce.après quelques minutes ce dernier ressort se dirige vers la porte de la chambre la referme et tourne la clé dans la serrure.je comprends rapidement mon erreur Bernard se retourne alors vers nous et sort de sa poche ma petite culotte la renifle et lance devant ces deux autres compères”alors comme ça on aime faire la petite salope pendant ses déplacements”je rougis et bredouille que je ne comprends pas ce que fait cette culotte ici et quelle a surement étéoubliée par une femme la veille!!!mais Bernard indique tout fort devant ses collègues que l’avant de la culotte est encore humide et dans le même temps il brandit dans son autre main mon gode!!!je suis piégée jean me bouscule et me fait tomber sur le lit Mickaël proteste et leur demande d’arrêter mais les deux compères ne sont pas décidés à en rester la, Bernard ouvre son pantalonje vois alors une queue énorme et recourbée vers le haut elle est large et épaisse et les veines sont très saillantes il bande vraiment dur!!!!!!Mickaël est choqué est demande de stopper immédiatement ce jeux.rien ni fait j’entends alors Bernard lui dire grossièrement de fermer sa gueule et dans le même temps Jean baisse son pantalon et déballe lui aussi son engin et le plaque sur mon visage en retenant ma tête.l’envie refait immédiatement surface en moi et je le prend sans broncher dans ma bouche il est encore un peu mou mais ma langue experte devrait le ranimer!!!Mickaël n’en revient pas et semble quelque peut dégouté de mon comportement.Bernard bahis şirketleri est venu nous rejoindre sur le lit il maintenant totalement nu et je le branle alors que la queue de jean gonfle dans ma bouche et s’enfonce de plus en plus profondément dans ma gorge.Mickaël demande alors a nous quitter et nous traite d’homo!!je décide alors de me lever et leur demande un instant.je me dirige dans la salle de bain ferme la porte me déshabille et revêt mes bas ainsi que mon porte jarretelle et ma petite perruque blonde.je ressort alors et je vois Bernard et jean complétement excités alors que la mâchoire de Mickaël a l’air de s’être décrochée!!je viens a nouveau m’installer sur le lit entre Bernard et jean qui me pelote dans tout les sens j’écarte alors grandement mes cuisses pour que Mickaël n’en perde pas une miette.il décide alors de s’installer dans le fauteuil les yeux grand ouvert.mon petit clito est bien dur et jean s’amuse a le tiller puis Bernard me 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