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This is a second installment of “Fun for Don and Kathy”. It’s best to read that story first, if you haven’t already. Among other things, this story contains descriptions of bisexual activity between two guys, spanking, and panty fetishism – so if this isn’t your cup of tea, you might enjoy reading a different story more than this one. But if you think you might like that kind of thing, read on.

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In the days and weeks after we had gotten together with Joan and Dave for the first time, my wife Kathy and I were so turned on by the event that we were fucking each other’s brains out like newlywed teenagers, even though we’re in our late fifties and have been married for over thirty years. The events of that evening were still fresh in our minds, and the memories made us so horny that we were having sex just about every day of the week, and sometimes several times a day – quite a welcome change for us oldsters, and challenging since we still had lives to live with jobs and family responsibilities cutting into our time for sex. But we felt that we had awakened a sleeping giant, and we were eager to continue our exploration of our revived sexuality.

One of our favorite things to do while fucking in those first few weeks after our meeting with Joan and Dave was for Kathy to start talking about how excited it had made her to see me sucking Dave’s cock, or of being spanked while wearing Joan’s panties, or of watching me lick the pre-cum from the head of Dave’s cock like some wanton slut. Her encouragement and reminders made my hard cock even harder and I would pound her until we would both come with explosive orgasms. Sometimes Kathy would have me wear her panties while I got on my knees by the bed to lick her juicy cunt, all the time recounting her favorite scenes from our get-together with Joan and Dave. During these sessions, she began calling me her “little cocksucker” and her “cum slut” while I ate her pussy, and she would remind me of how good it must have tasted for me to be licking Dave’s cum from Joan’s pussy. She also reminded me that I had not had the pleasure of feeling his cock cum in my mouth – was that something I would like? I always grunted my assent as I tried to burrow my tongue deeper into her quim, and she would cum picturing me sucking Dave’s cock while he was spurting in my mouth.

Kathy surprised me one evening when I came home from a late appointment. She was in our bedroom wearing the same bra, garter belt and stockings that she had worn when I had first tasted Dave’s cock, but she had also inserted a lifelike Feeldoe into her cunt (the Feeldoe is like a double-headed dildo, but with a unique shape). It was protruding lewdly from her crotch as I walked into the bedroom and saw her standing there waiting for me. She pointed to her panties lying on the bed and said, “You know what to do.” I did indeed know what to do, and I rapidly removed my clothes and pulled her black lace panties up my thighs, tucking my already hardening cock under the waistband. I knelt in front of my wife, face to face with the fake cock, and she said, “What do you want to do?”

I said, “I want to suck your cock.”

She said, “How much do you want it? What are willing to do to get this cock into your mouth?”

I was already very horny with this play and dialogue, and I said, “I’ll do anything you want, just please let me suck it.”

She said, “Anything? Anything at all? You want to suck this cock so badly that you’ll do anything I ask of you?”

“Yes, please. I’ll do anything, just please let me suck your cock.” My cock was getting even harder in her panties and was starting to overpower my reasoning ability.

Kathy seemed pleased with my responses, and she grabbed the base of the Feeldoe and angled the head towards my mouth. “Lick your lips and open your mouth, and make a little “O” with your lips so that I can push my cock right in. Don’t touch your cock, and remember that you promised to do anything I asked for the privilege of sucking me.”

I did as she said, licking my lips and making a little “O”, waiting for her to step forward and push the head of her cock into my mouth. But she hesitated and remained standing where she was, just out of reach. She said, “I want you to beg for it – beg me to fuck your mouth, and then I’ll put it in. And remind me while you’re begging that you said you’d do anything I ask.”

Kathy was really making the most of her control over me, knowing that I was horny and that my cock was throbbing, starting to leak pre-cum from the tip, making a little wet spot on her panties. I was horny, and I wanted to get on with it, to have my mouth fucked, to help me remember what it was like while I was kneeling in front of Dave sucking his cock, so I said, “Please fuck my mouth. Please fuck it with your big cock. I’ll do anything you want, but please just push your cock into my mouth and fuck it. Look – I’m ready for it.” I licked my lips again and made the “O”. “Please. Please fuck my mouth.”

“You’re such a good Yenimahalle Escort little cocksucker, aren’t you? Kneeling there in my panties with your throbbing cock, getting your mouth ready to be fucked like a whore. Since you asked so nicely and promised to do anything I ask, I will fuck your mouth, you cum slut.”

I realized as she was putting the head of the dildo into my mouth that she was fucking my mind as much as she was fucking my mouth, but I didn’t care. I surrendered to the desire, to the pleasure of being used by her cock, to the pleasure I was giving her by being her sex slave – and I realized that, too: that I was becoming her slave. She was controlling me with my cock, with my desires; but I didn’t care – I was fully in thrall to the pleasure of being used.

She let me suck the head of the dildo for a few moments, and then she stepped forward a little, pushing it further into my mouth while grabbing the back of my head at the same time. As the dildo slid in, my nose was closer to her crotch, to where the Feeldoe was rubbing her clit. The fragrance of her very wet pussy wafted to my nose, fueling my desire and making me open my mind more to the mouth fucking that she was giving me. I was loving it, and I began to make little grunts of pleasure as she held my head and fucked my mouth. My hips began to rock almost involuntarily in little fucking motions, and the friction of her panties on my cock increased my pleasure.

Kathy began speaking. She said, “You like this, don’t you? Kneeling there, letting your mouth get fucked?” I emitted some affirmative grunts as I continued to suck. “You’re thinking about the real thing, aren’t you? Thinking about when Dave was fucking your mouth, aren’t you? About how his cock might start spurting cum at any moment. Mmmmm… I can tell that you are.” When she mentioned Dave’s cock spurting, I made my most enthusiastic grunts yet.

Kathy went on, “You’re thinking about how good his cum tasted when you licked it off of Joan’s cunt, aren’t you? You’re remembering seeing it shoot that big load onto Joan’s cunt, aren’t you?” More grunts from me. “You want to taste that again, don’t you?”

“Mmmm Hmmmm,” I moaned around the fake cock fucking my mouth; if only it could shoot a hot load down my throat, I thought. It felt good having my mouth full of cock again, even if it was only a fake cock and not nearly as good as the real thing. It was easy to remember, again, the anticipation I had felt as I had kissed Dave’s cock for the first time, and then licked the pre-cum from the head as he teased me with it, and then finally getting permission to take as much as I could in my mouth and suck to my heart’s content. Well… not quite to my heart’s content; our wives had stopped the action before Dave could cum in my mouth. Our wives had me jack Dave off onto Joan’s pussy, and then I had cleaned up her sloppy cunt. When I was done cleaning up Dave’s cum from Joan’s pussy, our wives had had Dave jack me off onto Kathy’s pussy, and then he had cleaned my cum from her sopping pussy. So we both got to eat each other’s cum, but not from the source.

The anticipation of the feelings that I knew I would have of doing this very nasty act – of letting my mouth get fucked by Dave’s cock, of abandoning myself to the desire I felt, and of doing it in front of my wife and in front of Dave’s wife Joan, of surrendering myself to Dave’s hard, demanding cock – was intensely exciting. I couldn’t wait to actually complete a blowjob on Dave’s hard cock, to be rewarded for being a good cocksucker by getting a warm, sticky load in my mouth.

Kathy began speaking and brought me back to the moment, “Well, I’m going to give you the chance to eat some cum. Would you like that?”

“Mmmm Hmmmm,” I moaned again. It sounded so hot to me at that moment.

“Yessss,” Kathy said, “I’m going to let you eat some cum. But where can we get some? Hmmm? Any ideas?”

It hit me then, what Kathy had been hinting at, why she had made me promise to do anything before she consented to let me suck this fake cock; why she had taken control of the situation as soon as I walked into our bedroom: she wanted to see me eating my own cum.

I had thought of doing that many times, and I wasn’t against the idea, in theory. But every time I had resolved to do it, every time I had been so excited anticipating my cum splashing on Kathy’s tits or onto her pussy as I built to my orgasm and then bending down to lick it up – every time my cum was actually splashing onto her tits or pussy – my desire to follow through left me the instant I shot my load. And here I was with Kathy pounding my mouth with a fake cock, as I had begged her to do. And as I knelt there in her panties being used by the woman I loved, I remembered that I had also promised to do anything, anything, she asked for the privilege of having my mouth fucked again. And now she was asking for that thing that I wanted to do, but also dreaded.

These thoughts took Yenimahalle Escort Bayan only a second, and I said nothing as I continued to suck the dildo.

Kathy said, “You know where this is going, don’t you? I can almost see the thoughts flash through your brain.” She continued to fuck my mouth and I continued to suck that fake cock, to let myself succumb to the desire she was fueling in my brain.

Abruptly, Kathy let go of my head and stepped back. The dildo slid from my mouth as I leaned forward, trying to hold it with my lips for one more moment. But it slid out, my mouth making a slight popping sound as the tip escaped from my lips. I was breathing hard and couldn’t take my eyes from the fake cock swaying inches out of reach, trying to will it back with my eyes. “Please fuck my mouth some more,” I said.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” Kathy said, “I could tell that you were really getting into it, that you wanted the real thing. Again. Right? You’d like to suck a real cock again, and this time have it spurt in your mouth?”

“Oh, yes,” I said. “It felt so nasty to be sucking your cock, trying to make it cum with my mouth. And I was remembring sucking Dave’s cock the whole time, too.”

“You’re such a nasty boy,” Kathy said. “Wearing my panties while sucking my fake cock. Thinking about sucking a real cock the whole time. Letting yourself get used like that. You should be punished for being so nasty. That’s only right, isn’t it? Don’t you think you should be punished for having such nasty thoughts and doing such nasty things?”

I took my eyes from the cock in front of me, from my wife’s wet pussy, and looked at the ground. How had I let myself do these things? How had I let myself surrender to my most base desires, to do those things that I had been told all my life were so wrong? And, worse than that, why did I enjoy it so much? Why did I enjoy debasing myself in front of my wife by putting on her panties, by letting her watch me suck another man’s hard cock, by licking that man’s cum from his wife’s pussy? I didn’t have answers to these questions, but I did know that what Kathy was saying was true: I was nasty, and I did deserve to be punished.

“Yes,” I said, “I should be punished.”

“That’s right. Nasty boys like you should be punished for wanting to wear panties and for wanting to suck cum from big, throbbing cocks. So stand up and lean over the bed with your ass in the air and your elbows on the bed.”

I did as I was told. Kathy went to the wall by the dresser and picked up a yardstick that had been leaning there, unnoticed by me until now. With her free hand, she removed the Feeldoe from her cunt and placed it on the dresser.

“Why should you be punished?” Kathy asked, stepping nearer to me, slightly behind me.

“Because I’ve had nasty thoughts,” I said.

“And what else?” Kathy asked.

“Because I like to wear panties,” I said.

“And what else?” Kathy asked.

“Because I’ve sucked another man’s cock,” I said.

“And what else?” Kathy asked.

I hesitated for a moment, knowing what my next response would be.

“And what else?” Kathy asked again. “I’m getting impatient.”

“Because I like to eat cum,” I admitted. There it was.

“That’s right. You’re a panty wearing, cock sucking, cum eating slut. Soooo nasty.” With that, she smacked my ass with the yardstick.

“Count for me,” Kathy said.

“One,” I said.

She smacked my ass again. “Two,” I said. The first one was surprising, the second less so, and both hurt a little, but not too much.

The spanking continued. “Three. Four. Five,” I counted. My ass began to sting. “Six. Seven.”

“You’re so nasty, and I have to punish you,” Kathy said. Smack! “You like to wear panties.” Smack! “You like to suck cock.” Smack! “You like to eat cum.” Smack! “You’ve done everything but eat cum today.” Smack! “What should we do about that?” Smack! “Hmmmm?” Smack! “I asked you a question.” Smack! “What should we do about that?” Smack!

“I don’t know,” I said.

Smack! “Seventeen,” I said.

“I think you do know,” Kathy said.

Smack! “Eighteen,” I said. My butt was starting to hurt. “I don’t know,” I said again.

Smack! “I can do this all night. I can switch hands when my arm gets tired,” Kathy said.

Smack! “Twenty,” I said.

“Tell me what we should do about you not eating any cum today,” Kathy said.

Smack! “Twenty one,” I said. Kathy was starting to put more effort into the spanking, and my ass was getting sore.

Smack! “Twenty two,” I said. Smack! Smack! Smack! She was speeding up, and it was hard to keep up with the counting.

“Twenty five,” I said.

Smack! “OK! OK!” I said. “I should eat some cum.”

Smack! “Twenty six,” I said. Kathy continued spanking me. My ass was burning.

“What did you say?” Kathy asked. Smack! Smack! Smack!

“I should eat some cum,” I said.

“How much do you want it?” Escort Yenimahalle Kathy asked. Smack! Smack! Smack!

I had given up counting.

“A lot. I really want to eat cum. Please let me eat some cum,” I said. I was almost in tears.

Kathy stopped the spanking. “That’s what I wanted to hear. That’s what you really want, isn’t it? To eat some cum? You’re already in my panties, and you’ve already sucked cock, but you haven’t had what you really want, have you? To eat cum. But we don’t have another man to supply any cum, do we?” Kathy asked.

“No,” I said. I was still bent over the bed, but Kathy had stopped the spanking.

“What can we do about that?” Kathy asked. “Where can we get some hot cum right now for you to gobble down?”

The answer was obvious, of course. I wanted to taste cum sliding into my mouth again, to taste its saltiness, to perform again the lewd act of eating cum for my wife. I wanted to debase myself in front of her while wearing her panties and slurping up the sticky white mess from her pussy and tits. And I didn’t want the spanking to start again.

“Please let me eat my own cum,” I said.

Kathy said, “That’s right. I knew you’d figure it out. You’re such a good boy, even though you have such nasty thoughts. I will let you eat your own cum in a minute, right after we watch it spurt out of your hard cock. But first I’m going to reward you for being so honest, for telling me what you really want. Now stand up and come over here.”

I stood up and rubbed my burning ass through Kathy’s panties. I turned towards Kathy, and she was lifting her tits from her bra cups. She held them up for me, stroking the nipples with her thumbs to make them erect. “Come over here and suck my nipples, Don. That’s a good boy. Suck them and kiss them and you’ll feel better.”

I did as Kathy said, bending over to suck and kiss her nipples, one at a time. She let me take my time, enjoying the feel of the hard little nubs in my mouth, knowing that she was enjoying it too. My cock had become flaccid during the spanking, but it was springing back to life as I enjoyed the feeling of Kathy’s nipples in my mouth.

“That’s good, but that’s enough for now. You’re such a good sucker, whether it’s a big cock or my nipples.” Kathy said. I straightened up, and we stood facing one another. “It took you a while to admit what you wanted, but now that you have, you’ll feel better. And I want to give you what you want. Go stand by the end of the bed. Don’t touch your cock yet.”

My cock was quickly coming back to life. Kathy understood my desires, as dark as they were, and she was helping me fulfill them. She had pleasured me by making me wear her panties, by fucking my mouth with her fake cock, and now she was going to help me again by letting me eat my own cum from her body. My cock hardened and strained against its lace confines.

Kathy lay down on the bed, face up at the edge with her knees on either side of my legs. The garter belt and stockings framed her pussy. I could see the wetness of her lips. She reached down, and with her middle finger gently rubbed up and down, spreading the wetness over her lips but not parting them. She did this for a few seconds before probing a little deeper, parting her moist lips with her finger, gently rubbing up and down, eventually moving up and covering her clit with the wetness. She continued this for a few moments, closing her eyes to savor the moment. She took some of the wetness and used her finger to rub it on her nipples. Then she opened her eyes and looked directly into mine.

“Now I’m going to let you eat your cum, like you asked,” Kathy said. She raised her knees towards her chest and with her right hand reached down and continued fingering her pussy. “See how wet I am? I want you to make me even wetter with your cum. Go ahead and jack off on my pussy. Cum all over it. Let me see your big cock spurt all over my clit and pussy.”

I pulled the waistband of Kathy’s panties down and tucked it under my balls. My cock jutted out, and I quickly gripped it with my hand. The sight of Kathy’s wet pussy and her encouraging words had me rock hard again. I thought about having my mouth fucked by her fake cock just a few moments ago, and of sucking Dave’s cock a few weeks ago. As she told me to cum on her pussy, I began stroking my cock. I cupped my other hand under my balls and gently rubbed them. The entire scene that we had acted out this evening began to play in my head again – my surprise at Kathy’s new toy, my pleasure getting on my knees and sucking it, Kathy spanking me, me admitting that I wanted to eat my own cum. And I remembered the scene in the hotel with Kathy and me and Joan and Dave. It all came back to me while I stood there jacking off for my wife. I imagined sucking Dave’s cock again, letting him fuck my mouth, and this time imagining how it would feel spurting in my mouth, sucking all the cum out of it, enjoying the salty flavor, being a cum slut for our wives. It was all too much, and as I continued to watch Kathy rub her pussy, I felt my cock swell and I said “I’m cumming.”

Kathy used both hands to open her pussy for me, and she said, “That’s it. Cum for me. Cum on my cunt. Spurt your big load all over it. Cover it with your hot cum. And then lick it off. Lick all that hot cum off my cunt.”

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***If you haven’t read Forget to Remember Ch. 1 or 2, please do so before reading this one. It will make this story a lot yummier to read.***

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The walls of the dungeon dripped with blood and fear. Past prisoners’ screams rang the cells and halls, bringing my body on full alert. When I open my eyes, my arms were bound above my head and I stand suspended in the center of a small jail cell. I looked down and saw my body, completely naked of clothes but covered in dirt and sweat. The strain on my arms brought my head back up just in time to see the door to the cell open and a masked man enter holding a whip.

The mask was black and covered everything except holes for the nose to breathe and eyes to see. His chest was sculpted to impress with strong arms crossed over. Instead of drinking in his looks, I panicked at how hard that whip would hurt with his strength. I had no doubt in my mind that the whip was meant for me. I got as scared as a deer with approaching headlights coming at me. I knew the effort was pathetic but I tried talking. It ended up coming out as a whimper.

“Please… why are you doing this?”

The masked man was silent as he stood to one side to let someone else come in. This man had no mask, but his clothes told me more. He must be powerful and some form of royalty or high political standing. His tanned skin and features let me to think he was Middle Eastern, resting well under the gold suit and medals that were polished to a gleam. He was smirking, not smiling, at me as he struts into the cell looking like a solar eclipse in the dirt of my prison. A uniformed guard walked in behind him holding a large and intimidating sword. Maybe the whip was the lesser evil, and I sent up a silent prayer for the whip and not the sword.

Tears began to fall in frighteningly fast rivers down my face, creating dirty streams all over my body front. The man chuckled and said in a strong Indian accent, “How many times have we been through this? Your tears are wasted emotions. They no longer work on me.”

He approached me and the sweet, spicy scent of his body hit me. The black hair was cut short, but the front fell in a wave over his forehead. The look in his eyes could only be described as one thing- evil.

“For all the pain you caused, all the wars lost and all the people that have died for the revolution you started, you will be my slave. You will be my toy to do what I wish and the only alternative is death.”

He laughed and turned to the masked man. “Now, I want you to prepare her for what is to come. Give her a taste of what I expect. I think… ten lashing to start.”

Lashings?! Was he mad?! My pleas began once more as I cried but I was abruptly stopped when he yelled, “Silence!” With a nod of his head he signaled the masked man to go behind me. I pulled at my bonds despite knowing there was no way out. He stood for a moment with his hand on my shoulder and his face close to my ear. He whispered, “Forgive me,” and delivered the first slash to my bare back.

The pain was extraordinary as my skin took the hit without much of a fight. I had no way to fight it anyway. I know not what crimes I committed to deserve such treatment but the burning between my shoulder blades was brutal enough that it must have been horrible. Sincan Escort With the second hit I screamed but stood still, not wanting to distress my body even more. By the third I could feel blood or sweat, maybe both, trickle down my back and between my bare cheeks. By the sixth I was all out of cries and my back was completely numb. I sat and took the rest like the slave he wanted me to be.

When he was finished, the royal prick nodded his approval. “Good. You’ll learn to live with it.” Looking behind me he said, “Clean her up and tend her wounds. I want her fresh for tomorrow. I’ll show her what it means to serve the king.” With another diabolical laugh, the king walked out with his guard.

I began weeping silently, not enough energy to spend on full tears. The masked man placed a hand on my hip, making me flinch back as if burned. When we heard the dungeon door seal the silence of the prison, he put his forehead on my shoulder and said in a muffled voice, “I’m not sure how much longer I can do this.” I tense at his touch, scared of what he’s going to do to me.

He walks around my front, tossing the whip across the cell in anger. He abruptly took off the mask, tossing it aside with the whip and looked into my eyes. He was crying. His brown hair was pulled back with a small piece of string, but pieces fell out around his beautiful face and I knew instantly, I knew who it was. It was the one in my dream for the past few nites. My dream, my love, stood before me with sadness in his eyes when I know all I held inside was hope and love.

“One more day, beauty. One more blessed day between us. After tomorrow, all will be taken, all with be shown, I promise.”

He cradled my face in trembling fingers and I began to shake in my bonds. “Untie me, please. I’m not sure how much more I can stand this.”

He kissed my lips, tasting our tears burnt into memories past. As he untied my wrists and ankles, he kept chanting, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” under his breath. When my arms were free, my body gave up the fight and I collapsed in his arms. But instead of feeling scared or sad, I felt safe with him. Inside I know he will take care of me as he has done all of these past weeks since my capture.

He rests my sore body on a small bed towards the back of the cell, resting me on my side and facing me towards the wall. I heard water dripping and yelped as a kicked pup when I felt a frigid wet cloth on my back.

“Please let me tend your wounds. It will make my soul feel better knowing I’ve tried to soothe horrible actions he made me do.”

There were so many questions I wanted to ask him- his name, who he was, what I’m doing here- but my strength was lost, soothed by the man tending my sore back.

I must have drifted off for a moment, could have been hours but I opened my eyes and the cell wall looked at me like a dead end, suddenly there and nothing for me to do about it. How do I get out of this mess? With my mind reviewing the past sudden events, I cried out in frustration and felt two hands on my shoulders. “Shh…” Breath in my ear quieted me and I turned my body to see my dream looking at me with concern and compassion. Then, with my hands reaching for him, quickly melt to lust and desire. His bare chest Sincan Escort Bayan rose and felt with a heavy sigh.

“You’re weak, my love. Lie still so I may take care of you.”

“No, I need you. I’m not sure how much time we have but all I know it that I only feel content and safe with you… inside me.”

The confession brought a boyish smile to his face and he said, “Well I’d hate to make you feel unsafe.”

I lay down on my back, inviting the pain from the cuts and bruises because it would be worth the pain to feel his body on top of mine; and it was amazing. His nude body covered mine, not caring where his pants went. When his lips finally came to mine, I kissed him quickly, hungry and anxious. He kissed me ferociously, breathing me in deep and running his hands up and down my body as if admiring a delicate sculpture. My body moved under him, pushing and pulling him to me.

He slipped his arms behind me and pressed on my wounds making me scream out from the sudden burn. He pulled back as if the fire from my back came out and torched his own skin. He recoiled and sat up, his face shocked and upset.

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have- I didn’t mean…”

I wiped the sudden tears that sprang from my eyes and gave him a watery smile. “No, it’s okay. Come back to me and help me forget about the nightmare the King caused.”

He shook his head and held his outstretched hands to his chest. “I can’t. I caused the pain and I won’t forget.”

I sat up, impatient now and wanting the mesmerizing creature on top of me to give me what I need. “Then give me more pain, but pain I want, I ask for, I can use.” His look of confusion and distress was making it worse. I grabbed his head and swore deep into his eyes. “Give me pain that I can turn to desire.”

I cocked my head to the side, exposing my neck to him- sweat dripped and veins bulging with my suspended anticipation. “Bite my skin.” I could see his hesitation but I took my hands from his face and covered his chest with them, scraping my fingernails down and showing him what I mean. Eight red welts formed on his flesh and a sound came from him that can only be described as a growl. I looked at his hard erection, resting like a rod of heat on my stomach burning me through our skin. He liked it.

With a devious grin on my face I said, “See what I mean?” I turned my head once more.

“Bite me.”

He pounced on my body and pressed my wounded back to the bed once more as his assault on my neck started. He began kissing me roughly, breaths coming fast onto my skin and cooling the hot, wet flesh. It felt tremendously wonderful but it wasn’t enough to take my mind away from the torture on my back. I whispered “Harder,” to him and he began sucking on my skin, pulling it into his mouth in chunks and grazing his teeth over the flesh.

“Harder!”

And he did. He bit my flesh so hard I dug my nails into his back to hold on and not fall off the cot. His teeth burrowed my neck, sending every nerve shooting through my body at once. The way his bite hurt was different that those on my back, which was quickly forgotten. This brought a wave of heat through my bones making my core bubble and the juices boil inside. My lips dribbled out words to him- Escort Sincan encouragement, love, desire, and need. He bit me again, this time on my breast and a little harder than the last one but I didn’t tell him to stop, and he didn’t.

I looked down as he moved his mouth away and trailed fierce nibbles over my skin. His mouth left imprinted teeth marks over my left breast, red from the blood rush of the wound. I loved it. I writhed and burned with the pleasure. The sweat dripped off my hot body and I knew I couldn’t last much longer. I pulled him to me in a quick movement, kissing his lips and feeling his teeth dig into my bottom lip. Stealing my mind with the kiss, I felt his erection touch between my thighs. When I opened for him, he pressed inside of me, slick and smooth as a well fitted glove. At that moment all the pain went away and not just the pain in my neck, or my back, but the pain in my heart and my soul. Everything inside of me went completely numb with the pleasure of our joined bodies. It made me feel so good that I just sighed and relaxed my muscles and limbs that have been wrapped tight around him in a boa constrictor’s embrace.

He asked me if I felt okay with concern dripping from each word. “Yes,” I said as I began to move my hips. “Yes,” I said as I pulled him closer to me. “Yes!” as he began moving with me.

I scratched my fingers down his flesh again as I felt him bite my neck once more, delicately this time, just hard enough to feel good. The bed beneath us squealed with each press of our bodies into the stained mattress.

“One more day…” he chanted for the past few minutes; the night before it was two.

“What happens in one more day? What happens to us after tomorrow?”

He smiled at me a smile of confidence and with one rough thrust I exploded inside my body with one rolling mind-numbing wave. I felt pins and needles through my skin all at once being pushed through only to be pulled back and laced through again. Each nerve in my body was tied into a knot, sending the orgasm through, over and over and never stopping. It was getting harder to breathe until finally he pulled out of my trembling body and poured the sweet cream of his own onto my stomach. The hot liquid felt so good on my skin and I lay still savoring the warmth and after shocks of my temporary sexual paralysis.

He cradled me to his body and ran trembles through me again when he breathed in my ear. There was no where else in the world I could have wanted to be but hearing him gaining his breath back with his arms around me.

“What happens in one more day?”

He kissed me on the forehead and said, “You will know soon enough.”

I hugged him closer and said, “Can I ask one more thing?”

“Of course, you may ask me anything you wish.” He brushed a few pieces of hair from my eyes and traced the curve of my face with his fingertip.

“What is your name?”

He looked deep into my eyes, almost shocked at the request and debating on whether or not I can ask or that he can answer.

“Nathaniel.”

———

I woke in bed, tied up in my bed sheets, whispering “Nathaniel… Nathaniel…” over and over. The day after tomorrow? Will I have another dream? What will it compare to the rest? The past three have been intense and rising in pleasure. I hope for one more dream to satisfy me before getting out of bed to great the day. I look into the mirror and that’s when I notice my neck. Teeth marks shape a large bruise on my skin. I pull my shirt down and find another on my breast.

Was it a dream?

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“What are you doing?” I ask her. She had bent down under the table, right after we ordered our dinner.

“Taking my shoes off,” Gina replies casually. Before I could ask why, I felt her toes press against my crotch under the tablecloth. I was hard within a minute, her toes switching between pushing softly on my balls and rubbing my penis through my dress pants.

“You like my feet, don’t you honey?” she asked in her smooth, angelic voice. I nodded furiously. She looked heavenly in a tight red dress, her matching high heels under her chair. “Move closer honey,” she asked, and I obliged without hesitation. She pressed harder against my stiff cock, smiling as I struggled to concentrate on our conversation and on my delicious meal.

After nearly an hour of talking, eating, and fending off orgasm, I tried to hide the bulge in my pants with my coat as we walked out of the restaurant, but to no avail. A pretty blonde waitress noticed and winked at me on my way out the door.

* * *

My erection had subsided on the short drive home, but was quickly returning while she pulled down my pants, already having taken off my shirt. She laid me down on the bed, naked, and sat down between my legs, still fully dressed. She took off her elegant red high heels and threw them on the floor, revealing her precious feet. She outstretched her legs, putting her heels on my chest as I suck on her lovely toes, holding her ankles while she plays with my balls and rubs my dick with her Pursaklar Escort fingers.

“I’ll be happy to indulge your fetish,” she informs with a smile, taking off her dress and bright-red lace bra. She sits back and bends her legs, rubbing and squeezing my balls with the toes of her left foot, moving her right foot up and down my shaft, my penis held tight between her big and pointer toe. She pushes my penis against my stomach, running her whole foot along my shaft, squeezing my balls with her toes while she licks her lips.

She positions my cock straight up in the air and puts her feet flat on my crotch, my penis between her feet, her knees bent and touching. She brings her feet up and down my shaft in unison, getting faster and faster, squeezing harder and harder as I get closer to orgasm.

“Just like that baby, don’t stop Gina, please don’t stop!” I moan while she fucks my cock with her feet.

“Oh yes baby, are you gonna cum for me? Are you gonna cum all over my sexy little feet?” she purrs.

“Ohhh yesss!” I shudder as my engorged member spasmodically squirts semen all over the tops of her lightly tanned feet. My erection ends abruptly, my penis falling onto my stomach. She rubs my juice around her left foot with her toes, then does the same to her other foot.

“Your cum feels good on my toes,” she said happily.

“Lick it off for me babe,” I softly reply.

She twists her right leg back and grabs Pursaklar Escort Bayan her ankle with her left hand, holding herself up with her right so I can watch. She sexily licks off her creamy foot and sucks on her sticky toes, then does the same to her left foot. She puts her clean feet on my stomach, gently caressing my balls and holding my growing penis in her hand.

“Are you about ready to go again hon?” she asks in a low, sexy voice. I nod. “Tell me how you want it babe,” she purrs with a smile. I grab her feet and put her heels on my thighs.

“Spread your legs, yeah just like that babe,” I instruct as she spreads her legs, revealing her red silk panties. She slowly flexes her feet, rubbing my cock from just under the corona to the tip with her pointer and big toes.

“Now use your arches,” I ask. She rests her heels on my balls, her toes together as she squeezes my dick between her feet, slowly bringing her arches up and down my shaft.

“Now your toes,” I moan. She pulls her legs slightly toward her, wrapping all of her toes around my penis. She quickly moves her feet in unison up and down along my cock, squeezing as hard as she can as I draw nearer to orgasm.

“Turn around and give me your panties,” I ask. She pulls off her underwear and hands it to me, then turns onto her hands and knees between my legs, facing away from me. Her legs together, I grab her feet and put them on either side of my cock. I let go Escort Pursaklar and she pumps her feet along my shaft, picking up speed while I lick and suck on her warm panties.

“Oh that’s so hot, oh yeahhh, I’m gonna cum on your gorgeous feet!” I moan, taking her panties out of my mouth, the tops of her feet slapping my pubic bone. My whole body shakes in ecstasy as I explode onto the soles of her beautiful feet, my dick quivering in delight between her arches. She spreads her legs and puts her feet together, wrapping her toes around my cock as the swelling subsides.

She turns around and sits between my legs, bending her right leg so her foot is by her face. “Now I have to clean up the mess you made on my pretty feet,” she jokes, before licking my cum from the bottom of her foot. She does the same for her other foot, then spreads her legs out over mine. I hold her feet at my sides as she leans over, licking every stray drop of semen off my penis and freshly trimmed pubic hair.

She straddles my stomach and bends over, passionately kissing while I rub her ass cheeks. We get under the blankets and turn onto our sides, facing each other.

“Now my legs are sore,” she quips, as both of us laugh and I give her a kiss. “Would you like to sleep by my feet?” she asks lovingly.

“Really?” I ask, surprised.

“Of course honey.” She grabs a pillow and lies down across the top of the bed, her feet in front of my head as she covers herself with a blanket, from her ankles up. I kiss the bottoms of her perfect feet, then ask her to turn on her side. She does, now facing the headboard, I hold her right foot in my hand, my other hand on her left ankle as I tenderly suck on her toes, her feet together. I rest my chin against her feet, her toes on my lips as I drift to sleep.

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Have you ever passed out during an orgasm? Neither had I before last Sunday – December 18, 2005. I don’t remember passing out, but I definitely remember the other details – hope you enjoy!

We’d been out Saturday night. My husband and I had a blast – he sang Karaoke and tossed back a variety of drinks after a long week of work driving his truck, while I talked the bartender and waitress into ensuring that the last two drinks he consumed contained lots of vodka. You should have seen the shocked expressions on their faces when I explained to them exactly why. I love vodka. Mind you, I don’t drink it – I just reap the benefits of his ingestion. It does amazing things to my husband; the most prevalent is the fact that it acts as a catalyst to promote the chemical reaction to force his penis to remain in a turgid state for ungodly amounts of time. On quite a few occasions, I have been “riding him reverse cow-girl style” and enjoying myself thoroughly, only to realize that he’d fallen asleep, passed out cold and snoring like a buzz saw. No matter, he doesn’t mind, I just finish up and fall out (completely satisfied and exhausted) right beside him. Such was the case Saturday night, and after three successful orgasms, I curled up beside my big teddy bear and started snoozing. Yes, I am a selfish bitch, but orgasms are so wonderful, and I always pay him back the next day.

Accordingly, when Sunday morning rolled around and we began to stir, I was prepared for him to say the words I love to hear. “Suck my dick!” I flipped over in the bed, placed my head over him and began the first slow licks on my favorite lollipop. My favorite position in the bed is that I am head own in a psuedo-69 position, more lying on his side than straddling him. This allows me to move my head to all angles to torture him playfully by rolling my tongue-ring around the sides of his cock. I can pop Polatlı Escort up on my knees beside him to pay attention to his balls and backside very easily. While I was beginning to suck and roll the head of his dick around in my mouth, his fingers began circling my clit, so I opened wide and welcomed the affection.

We’ve recently delved into fisting and I found that I really love it. Once you get past the initial fear, add really good lube and relax (sometimes a vibe on my clit helps) it’s a fast track to a mind-numbing orgasm. Believe me, this took a lot of work and patience on the part of my husband. Just about 14 months ago, I was the shy divorcee in the gynecologist’s office explaining a particular problem. “Well, Doc – it’s like this. I seem to be really sore and bleed after I have sex with my new boyfriend. No, I get really wet. It’s just I was married to a really little guy for 17 years and my new boyfriend is not a little guy.” Not joking folks, he told me I was just very small and suggested lots of foreplay. Needless to say the boyfriend I spoke to the doctor about is now my husband. My husband is definitely not a “little guy”, so it took a while. Lucky for me he loves foreplay and always made sure I was really warmed up. It was during these sessions about six months ago that he started fingering me with three and even four of his fingers at a time. At first it freaked me out, but I realized the stretching and full feeling was amazing. I could be going down on him, on my knees and have orgasms on my husband’s fingers. One day he lubed up and asked me if I wanted to try it, waving his hand at me, and he pushed in as I backed into him. He got all four fingers in, then kind of folded in his thumb, pressed in and whoosh, in it went. I grabbed my silver bullet vibrator, placed it on my clit and came so hard my juices were rolling off Polatlı Escort Bayan his wrist. The first few were always kind of quick, as I just panicked after I’d orgasm and wanted to get his fist out so I could mount him and ride for a while. Amazingly, even after his fist has been inside me, his dick still stretches my vaginal length and (after that warmup) my cervix will dilate, allowing the head of his penis to enter for a very snug fit, which drives him into me even harder.

Sunday morning was very different. After he got the fourth finger in, I was still sucking his dick. I started begging him to take his fingers out and fuck me, to which he replied “NO”. He wanted his fist inside me. He grabbed the lube and poured even more down the crack of my ass, pulled out his fingers and kept squirting the lube, rubbing it in me. He then placed his four fingers back in me, tucked in his thumb and slowly curled his fingers into a fist around his thumb. This stretches my vagina circumferentially, and allows his fist to enter. If done slowly it is not very painful and is extremely arousing. I propped my knee across his chest so he’d have a good view of what he was doing. I flipped on my vibrator and went back to work on his dick. I felt the knuckles press in and he kept slowly beginning to rotate and grind. I slid my hand off the vibe to reach back and feel his hand inside me. He was buried past his wrist and continued in for about another inch. He started twisting his hand around, and between that feeling and the vibe I couldn’t hold out. I leaned forward and howled as my first orgasm wracked through me. I started pulling forward to get him out of me, but he held on tight. The vibe was still going and I felt my legs shaking even harder. By this point, I was screaming with the intensity of the pressure I was feeling.

The next thing Escort Polatlı I was aware of was a burning fire on the cheek of ass, followed quickly by a hard slap of the other ass cheek. My husband had obviously spanked me at least twice, but I’d only felt the last one for sure. As I came back to my senses, the pain in my ass, the buzzing of the vibrator and the full feeling of his hand wiggling inside me loosed my orgasm again. This time I did pull him out of me, slid down his body and mounted him. I love feeling his dick in me after he’s fisted me. Obviously, he’s into it too because his dick is ALWAYS as hard as polished steel after he takes his hand out. After 10 or so minutes of steady pounding, he grabbed my hips and emptied his balls into my dripping pussy. After I felt him stop throbbing, I rolled over and laid my head on his shoulder. I told him it was awesome and he just smiled. He replied that it must have been a hard orgasm because I’d passed out for 20-25 seconds. He said I’d just stopped moving. One second I was moaning – the next, was deafening silence and my whole body had gone limp. He’d stared at my non-moving ass for about 10 seconds. He saw my chest rising in deep breaths so he knew I was alright but when he’d called my name, there was no answer. He pumped me with his fist, and there was no response. He said he’d spanked me HARD and I barely moved, so he did again, a little harder and I started moaning again. He then knew I was alright from the moans and shouts beginning to come back out of my mouth and the convulsions in my pussy after I’d come around.

I’d always been so afraid to try new things before I met my husband. Now, I’ve been places and done things I’d only fantasized about. Now I know all my fantasies can come true. Yes ladies, orgasms can be that amazing – you just have to find the right partner to make it happen – just look up when you’re driving down the interstate one day – those truck drivers work hard and love even harder. The handsome ones like mine, may be few and far between. They are strong-willed, free-spirits, but love like no other men I’ve ever met. If you find one, grab him and hang on. I know you’ll enjoy the ride.

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