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We’re at dinner. It’s dimly lit, the food was delicious and light, the wine an excellent choice. I’m satisfied and humming. We had talked about it, what it would be like to satisfy each other. We’re both happily married, but this had been 10 years coming. 10 years of working together, of mutual respect and admiration, and of sexual tension. 10 years of wondering what it would be like to have your hands on me, touching me, owning me. And now it’s here. The tension is thick, my body is ready, tensing and tingling with anticipation. I can feel your eyes on me. Bright and blue under your horn-rimmed glasses, your broad face steeled in my direction. I think quickly about your mouth between my legs, under the table, right here. Right now. I blush just thinking about it. You are too far away to touch me, but I know you are looking at my cleavage. Thick and rich in my conservative but sexy black lace dress. I know you’re wondering what I have on under the dress – and about spilling my enormous breasts into your mouth. I smile at the thought of you slowly unwrapping me… like a watch you’ve been pining over. I can feel your anticipation as your eyes dart from me to the waiter, in just a bit of a hurry to get me where you want me. You pay, thanking the server and we stand.

“Let me,” you say, and come around to pull my chair back.

You watch as I peel myself off the chair, dress sliding from the top of my thighs back into place, black stilettos and freshly painted toes now in clear view. At 6 feet tall, I literally have legs for days. All these gentlemanly gestures, it’s all for show, I know what you really want. And I know you will take it from me. The thought of it makes my clit swell and my stomach clench.

“I need to use the girl’s room,” I say quietly.

“Ok, I’ll walk with you,” your huge, bear-like paw on the small of my back.

Telling the other men nearby that took notice when I stood up – this is mine – and guiding me firmly into a hallway.

“But this isn’t the…” before I can finish you have a fistful of my hair in your hand and my back against the wall.

I can feel the weight of you pushing into my pelvis, pinning me down. My breath catches, this is what I want, this is what I need. I start to drip, my slit wet with anticipation. I let out a small gasp and my hands go to your dense chest. I can feel your hair, thick and full, through the shirt. The thought of rubbing my hands through it sends blood rushing between my legs. My knees are weak, but I am determined not to show you how much I love this, how I ache for it.

“Stop teasing me. I want it. Give it to me,” you growl in my ear.

Your hot breath makes my thighs tighten and I want to pull my skirt up right there and take you inside of me that second. But I know you love the chase. Instead, I push slightly on your bear chest, making you lean in even more aggressively and raise my chin an inch, eye to eye with you, look into your now stormy blues and say very calmly, “No.” But you know this game, and my rebuttal gets you immediately hard, you decided long ago you wanted to dominate me, and I’m playing right into it, you will have what you want. You can sense me quivering under you. My breath is short, my pelvis betraying me by slightly grinding into the swelling in your pants. I ache for just a brush of your hand, a touch, anything, my clit is pounding for it. The hand holding my hair gives way and circles my throat. I let out a small whimper at your blatant dominance. Your other hand cups my breast, circling my nipple, feeling it harden at your touch. You tweak it softly and it sends shockwaves to my pussy. My eyes close as I enjoy the intensity of your touch, anticipating what you’ll do next. You move a leg between mine and I lean my hot slit over your thick, muscular thigh and sink down slightly to apply the sweet pressure. illegal bahis You crack a sly smile. You know I’m yours, and you will take it. Someone walks by the end of the hallway and you abruptly release me, grabbing my wrist. Hard enough that you are in control. I am yours now. Without a word we walk to the elevator, I have to walk quickly to keep up in my heels. As we wait in silence, my mind is spinning – are we really going to do this? My heart is pounding so loud I’m sure everyone in the hotel lobby can hear it. We get on the elevator, you still holding firm, sensing my anticipation and the real possibility I might still run. Slowly, you turn your head to me. Your usual wide, frat boy smile is a straight line. Your serious nature sends shockwaves to my pussy, just thinking about what you will do to me. It is clear you are a man with a mission, to conquer me. Before I have time to move, we are in a blur of a hallway, and you deftly open the door with one hand, then pull me, more roughly now, into the room. It’s dark, but the curtains are open and the lights from the city below are enough. You again grab my hair, harder this time and I am back up against the wall. Your hot mouth is on mine. I taste you for the first time, a combination of whiskey, cigarettes, and unquenched desire. My legs are weak, I have to lean on you to stand up, my clit is on fire, my ass cheeks tight. I want your hands on my body. I want to touch you, it’s been such a long time coming, I want my skin on yours. I start to unbutton your shirt, your hands are in my hair, on my breasts, cupping my ass, holding my waist. Suddenly you pull away. Abruptly, too abruptly. Your shirt is open but I am fully dressed. My body needs more. I am wet, I can feel the dampness of my lace panties and my swollen clit is too hot. I want it now. You take a step back and then grab more hair, I let out a whimper as you use it to bring my chin up. It hurts now, making my ass clench and I think about your hands on my ass, dominating me. But you have something else in mind. With my chin up, you lean in and bite my year, making me yelp in pain, sending my clit fluttering. I am on fire.

“On your knees,” you demand.

I make eye contact and my stomach clenches, you are an animal ready to pounce. I resist slightly.

“Do it,” you command, squeezing the back of my head, the pain driving me to my knees.

I see it, your rock-hard throbbing cock in your pants. With a practiced hand you unbuckle and pull it out. The tip hits me in the face and I feel my nipples harden. I look at your beautiful cock, then up at you with big brown doe-eyes. I am hungry for you. To taste you. You guide my head down onto your shaft using my hair, controlling every stroke. I grab your balls and tug them slightly while you shove my open throat onto your throbbing dick. I feel it get rock hard in my mouth. Your sounds of pleasure make my slit drip and make me work harder to please you.

“Fuck yes, suck that cock.”

I am worshiping it, worshiping you. You have me exactly where you want me. I look up with tears in my eyes as your whole cock fills the back of my throat. Abruptly, you stop and pull me up. You slam your body into mine, your hot mouth on mine again, harder this time, your hands and body pinning me against the wall. My pussy, wet and hungry for you, searches for your cock, I was to sit on it now, take it all in. But you have other ideas. You kiss down my neck, hands on my breasts, I run my fingers through the soft, dark hair on your chest.

“Turn around, hands on the wall,” you command.

My breath catches with excitement. As I turn you kick off your clothes and slowly unzip my dress. Your teeth come down on my skin, at the tender base of my neck, the shock and pain making me pant and intensifying the wetness between my legs. I step out of the dress, heels illegal bahis siteleri still on, facing the wall. You are clearly happy with the black lace bra and panty set, you let out a moan as you see for the first time your trophy. Your hands are on me, on my waist, my back, unhooking my bra, sending my enormous breasts spilling into your hands, and taking my nipples between your fingers. You twist and I immediately push my ass out to meet your still-glistening dick. Your hands are on my ass cheeks, spreading them and leaning into me. I can feel your cock on my skin, still wet from my throat. The apprehension of what you will do next makes me pant. You still haven’t touched my pussy and my clit is burning for you. I want you to fuck me, but I also want to please you, and make you wait, so I push my ass back onto your dick as hard as I can. You reach down and grab my breasts with one hand and a handful of hair with another. It’s too much for me. My knees go weak, my panties are dripping, I need you to touch me.

I whisper, “Please.”

You take my wrist and move me to the bed, with my back still to you, you slowly remove my panties then push my hands down on the bed. The cold air hits my wet slit and sends shivers down my spine and makes my clit pulse again. You are going to make me beg for it, I know, and the anticipation makes my ass cheeks clench again. I am naked, bend over the bed, utterly vulnerable, trembling for you to touch me, suddenly you are gone. I look back and you are moving something, now you are blind folding me with your tie. I want to scream, it’s too good. Instead I smile and a small whimper escapes me, I am hot to the touch. Your hands are on my body again, but I NEED them on my clit, I want you in me. I want release from this torture. Every sense is heightened now. Suddenly, I feel your fingertips. So light, so different, sensual even. On my ankles. I think I might pass out if you don’t fuck me soon, the change in pressure is a surprise, adding to my anticipation, sending a wave of blood back between my legs, I am aching for you. Your hands continue to the backs of my knees, my thighs, you reach between my legs and I realize I’ve been holding my breath. The sensation is so intense when you finally slowly, deliberately, run one finger across my swollen clit.

Your breath catches now, “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

“Touch me. Please,” I beg.

It’s not enough. The sensation has released the start of much needed pleasure for me, but now it’s imminent, I need more.

“Are you begging me?” you ask playfully, sliding your finger back and forth in my wetness. “Yes.” I whisper harshly between pants.

I am moving my hips back and forward to get more, more from you, but you will only give me what you want to. You are in control. You tuck my knees on the bed so my ass is in the air and finally, I feel your tongue on my swollen clit. The pleasure makes me weak and I moan into the bed. My toes curl as your tongue stabs my perfect hot clit. I am breathing heavy from the pleasure, feeling it in every end of my body when you slowly, strategically, slide one finger into me and push against my Gspot. The combination of your tongue and finger and how long I had waited are too much. I am shaking in an orgasm that comes from deep inside me. I want to thrash, but you hold me steady while my body is ravaged. You can feel my pussy get tight and my clit swell under your tongue and lips as I scream in ecstasy. I want your cock inside me. Before I can say anything you are out from under me and I feel a sharp SNAP of pain on my ass cheek. I am writhing in both pain and desire for your cock. Your belt is in your hand, and you will do with it what you please. I collapse under the pain, my body flat against the bed. You lean your heavy body onto mine, pushing your cock so close to my open, welcoming canlı bahis siteleri slit, gushing with wetness for you. But you refuse me. You pull my hair, making my breath catch.

“I will decide when you cum. You will give it to me when I am good and ready. Not before.”

With this you bite my shoulder again and run your hands down my flesh, dragging your nails. The pain sends waves to my clit. I arch my back and CRACK, another belt comes down on my other ass cheek.

“Oh.” I let out a moan of pleasure and pain.

I want it. I want you to fuck me. I start to whimper.

“What is this? Begging?”

Your hand are on my shoulders, and you turn me over in one motion. Your cock is hard and ready. Slowly, you climb between my legs. I take off the blindfold, I need to see you. I stretch out my arms above me and my nipples harden in the air. Your hands and mouth are on them, burying your head in the soft skin, tweaking the nipples and biting gently. I try to slide under your cock, I want it so badly.

“Please,” I utter, pitifully.

You smile, and grab your rock hard cock. We watch together as you enter, slowly, my warm, wet pussy.

“Fuck yes,” you say, as the whole cock slides in, my wet slit clenching around it.

I feel every inch. Your face goes from relief to angry again as you push my legs down. I feel the weight of you as you pound my sensitive pussy with your rock hard cock.

“Fuck yes, all of it.”

I take every inch of you inside me. You pump slowly at first, then start a steady rhythm, my back arches to meet you and I cannot be quiet, I am moaning in pleasure. You reach down and press my clit with your thumb. It is too much for me. My body explodes again and I cum a glistening juice all over your dick.

“Yes, fuck, yes,” you yell as my moans turn to screams.

Your pounding turns into a soft throb, working me into another orgasm.

I say quietly, “I brought something for you.”

“What did you bring for me?” you ask with a smile.

“It’s in my bag.”

You deftly grab the black clutch and shake out a silver ass plug and a bottle of lube. Your face is unreadable. Your eyes are wide and then you break into the shit-eating grin I know so well.

“You are a bad girl, I knew it.”

The silver ass plug reflects the city lights. You rub lube on it as you walk over to the bed and lay next to me. I turn over on my stomach and look up sheepishly.

“You want both your holes filled? You are a naughty, naughty girl.”

Seeing it in your hand makes me wet again. I need it. My husband refuses ass play. This is my only chance.

“Yes, I say quietly. I want you to fuck me and fill every hole.”

Slowly, gently, you push the ass plug against my tight hole. As it enters, my breath catches from the pressure. Half pleasure, half pain, you reach around and slowly, expertly, rub my clit, I come to life. Your fingers make me focus on the pleasure, the full feeling you are giving me. I reach out and stroke your cock, making your eyes roll back in your head. You push faster. It fills me up and feels strange. I need your cock now, more than ever. You step back and admire your work, stroking your cock to get ready for me. My ass is in the air and you take the opportunity to bring out the belt. I wince in pain with every crack, rubbing my clit and feeling the pressure of the plug. You do it until my ass is red and hot and I beg for your cock.

It’s too much, I beg, yelling, “Fuck me! Fuck me!”

You ram your dick into my smooth pussy. You’ve never felt anything so tight the plug pushes against the tip and shaft of your dick.

“Holy shit,” you whisper, surprised at the added pleasure, each pump better than the last.

The combination of the ass plug and your cock sends me over the edge. You ram your hard cock into my pussy, pulling my hair and driving your hips into me until I scream. Another orgasm shakes me.

“Cum for me, do it!” I yell.

You cum a giant load into me, filling me up and spilling out. It had been worth the 10 year wait.

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***

Sarkopheros Says:

Just a quick thing I pounded out in before dinner.

Poor guy is struck by growth and incredible arousal at the movies. What to do….

***

My pants began to tighten.

I grunted and shifted in my seat. The lights came down. The crowd murmured. The screen lit up. and my butt lifted as I tried to adjust my pants.

But the tightness just wouldn’t leave. I reached down and tugged on the crotch of my pants and—

I found a handful of hot flesh under the cloth that wasn’t there before. Its weight was incredible. It pulled at my groin.

I looked down. I patted my lap. It was bulging upward! My pants were stretched out!

I was near the back. The movie had been out a few weeks. I was alone in this row, but there was a girl ahead of me. I felt heat pressing down on my thighs.

Skrrkk. A sound of cloth ripping.

I was so horny. I could feel the pressure in my chest, the depth of my breathing. Most of all, I felt the tightness. I needed to relieve it.

I looked down. No one would see, would they? It was so dark and the movie was booming.

SKKKRRRKK. The pressure was ludicrous. I felt a tug at my ass as the space in my pants evaporated. I bit my lip illegal bahis and began to slowly unzip my pants.

FLUMP. I was surprised when a massive column of flesh erupted forward, unfurling from its doubled-over position, the grapefruit-sized head slapping the back of the girl’s seat.

She looked back and glared.

“Sorry,” I hissed.

She sighed and moved a seat to the left.

She hadn’t seen the half-yard monster jutting from my groin. She didn’t see my balls pressing out on my shorts. They were like cantaloupes! Precum was beginning to pour from my cock. I could just about see a shining puddle collecting on the floor between my feet.

I bit back my shock as I stared at my newly grown manhood. I shifted uncomfortably and slipped my pants down. Plop-plop! Out came my balls. I gathered some of that pre and slathered it over my massive, pulsing rod. I couldn’t bend that girl over and fuck her, but God, did I want to.

I used both hands to begin stroking my needy cock. I looked around. There was an empty, jumbo popcorn bucket the theater crew had missed. I put it on the floor between my feet.

I don’t know why I was so horny, but that was a far less important question than why my cock had suddenly multiplied illegal bahis siteleri in size. I began pumping it, needing both hands to encircle its girth. Precum poured down my length, squished between my fingers. It soaked my pants, ran down my legs, puddled on the floor.

The roaring movie covered my eager pumping. Schlick-schlick-schlick. My biceps were beginning to burn with the pace.

Ten minutes into the movie, and I had no idea what was going on. My cock was so big and heavy. It distracted me from all else.

I squatted down next to the bucket, feeling pressure building in my balls. They settled against the sticky floor, my own hot flesh pressing against my ankles. It was more than just precum, but I didn’t even care at this point.

I pulled my hoodie’s hood in front of me and bit it to keep from moaning. It felt so fucking good! It was better than some sex I’d had!

I felt my balls tighten.

SCHLICKSCHLICKSCHLICK. I grunted into the bite of cloth. My cock erupted.

SKLURRSCH. SKLUUURSCH. I clenched my eyes shut. I almost screamed. I could feel cups and cups worth of jizz blasting through my length. I forgot all about the movie and the exasperated girl. Pints of jizz filled up the canlı bahis siteleri huge popcorn bucket. SPLOORCH. SPLOORCH. My cock recoiled. Sperm flowed down from the base to the tip, it raged in my tight, spunk-bloated balls. It swelled inside my organ.

I opened my eyes and looked over my shoulder. No one. Even the girl was gone.

I looked forward, groaning as I gripped my erupting cock.

I saw a glowing red light. Then I saw her illuminated face, and I realized she was filming me from the next row! I gave no consideration to the possibility of night-vision phone-video, because I just couldn’t care!

Soon, the bucket was overflowing with well over a gallon of jizz. It rolled down the floor of the theater. I sat down on the sticky floor. The girl winked—at least I think she was winking—and then she disappeared. Probably to post the video somewhere. I panted heavily.

After the movie, I tied my hoodie around my waist to conceal my wet pants and my huge bulge. I could feel precum squishing between my balls and my legs. I don’t know what the theater crew made of that bucket and the white footprints leading away from it.

***

Sarkopheros keeps talking:

All comments are encouraged, be they criticism, compliments, or anything else! I reply to everything I can.

***

Written by Sarkopheros

Copyright © Sarkopheros 2015. All rights reserved.

This story is a work of fiction and is intended solely for the entertainment of adults.

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In the week that had followed I had found myself in a regular state of arousal when thinking of my Mistress. It seemed hard to believe what had occurred but I just kept thanking my lucky stars that 1. She was as beautiful as I had hoped for before the visit and 2. That she wanted to begin a Mistress and slave relationship between us. I had spent every night lying in bed thinking about my spanking and had found myself overcome with desire and having to masturbate. I thought of her cute smile, her kissable lips, the sweetness in her voice and the way she could switch in the blink of an eye from caring, mothering type to cruel, commanding Goddess. On the way to her house I wondered what was in store for me. I felt like a kid at Christmas just seeing her again. I climbed the stairs and rang the bell and waited for her to answer with a keen sense of anticipation.

She answered and I was met with that familiar, loving smile. She was dressed in a quite low cut light blue jumper which showed just a hint of her cleavage. A thin summery skirt which stopped just before her ankles, was patterned with flowers in water colour designs and wooden soled sandals revealed her lovely feet. I noticed she was wearing an ankle bracelet which turned me on even more. I entered and immediately dropped to one knee. She offered her right hand and I ever so tenderly kissed it. She was clearly touched by my respect and obedience towards her. She gently stroked my face and told me to enter the living room.

“OK Josh, How are you feeling today?”

“Fine Thank you. How are you Mistress?” I enquired.

“I’m good and very much looking forward to our session today!”

“Me too!” I replied.

“You will refer to me as “Your Highness today, have you got that?”

“Yes Your Highness” I answered.

“Good” she smiled.

She then produced a pair of slinky black panties and told me I was to undress and put these on for the art session. I felt very excited by this. Now alone in the room I undressed till naked and then lifted the panties. They were black and nylon. I took a look inside to see if they had been worn. I couldn’t be sure but they smelled very fresh like they were just out of the wash. I really hoped Marilyn had worn them. The thought of her most intimate parts touching against them was enough canlı bahis şirketleri to set the pulse racing into overdrive. As I pulled them over my ankles I couldn’t wait to feel them against my skin. Once on they were very skimpy and could almost have passed for a pair of swimming trunks save for the little bow at the waist band which I liked very much.

Marilyn entered the room saying:

“Oh very nice. Are you comfortable in your panties?”

“Oh yes Your Highness. Thank you.”

“You look very sweet in them. They suit you.”

“Thank you very much.”

“Do they feel nice against your genitals?”

“Yes they feel great.”

“They must feel nicer against your cock and balls than male underwear?”

“They do Your Highness. I’ve never worn women’s underwear before but I like them so much better than male underwear.”

“Well if you’re a good boy you’ll be wearing them again. Do you like the little bow?”

“Yes I really love it Your Highness” I replied.”

“Yes it’s so pretty isn’t it?” said Marilyn.

I wanted to ask if she had worn them but didn’t dare. It was more than my life was worth.

“Right then you will be wearing these for the session. Jump up on the sofa there’s a good boy.”

I sat with my back against the sofa and my right leg was straight running down to the floor. My left leg was bent at the knee and resting on the sofa cushion as she started to sketch me.

“Has your bottom recovered from the spanking session?”

“Oh yes, it’s much calmer now.”

“You were a brave boy and since you took your punishment so well you will be rewarded.”

“Thank you Your Highness.”

“Yes today I shall let you kiss my feet.”

My first thought was one of amazement. I was angered at the way she said this as if it was a great honour and I was desperate to perform this task. However, I knew deep down that I was angry because I DID want to kiss and worship her feet and she knew it. I wanted it more than anything, so much so that I had achieved a raging hard on that was stretching the material of my polyester panties. I was very nervous that I had lost control as I hadn’t been given permission to become hard. However, I convinced myself that she must not have noticed.

“When did you become canlı kaçak iddaa circumcised?” she enquired.

“Four years ago Your Highness.”

“That’s a very good age. Anything that gets you boys to leave your willies alone. Was it for medical reasons?”

“Yes, my foreskin was very tight.”

Being circumcised had really opened a chink of light into the darkened submissive caverns that existed in my mind. After the operation had been performed, the nurse who was by conservative estimates, a Bitch Goddess, had walked up to my bed with the command: “Let me see it” to which I had to oblige. This was a very embarrassing moment as my penis had shrivelled to pitiful proportions. My Aunt Julie who was standing outside the curtain was then asked in.

“Do you want to see this?” the Bitch Goddess Nurse had enquired.

Then without hesitation, my aunt Julie had walked across to view my very shrivelled and tender cock. In horror at the situation, I had tried to prevent my aunt from seeing my cock by covering it with my hand to which the Bitch Goddess Nurse had pushed my hand away. I had surrendered to her power and authority. Although horrified by this at the time, I had wanked many times over my role as the submissive during this encounter.

“When I taught I used to take two boys across to the Girls School for a Biology lesson to show them the difference between an uncut and circumcised penis.” Marilyn told me with a sense of pride.

“That must have been very embarrassing for them.”

“Yes it was. Since I gave naked spankings I knew what boys would be good models but they were very nervous. I would take both boys into an office and order them to strip and change into dressing gowns and then they would be displayed in front of the class. It was so cute hearing the giggles from the girls as I removed each boy’s dressing gown and then examined their genitals.”

Hearing this was turning me on even more, just imagining myself in that situation.

“I much prefer a circumcised penis as with an uncut penis, the foreskin acts as a little hood over the glans; The head should be fully exposed for our eyes to feast on. However, many love the uncut look also. The girls really loved rolling the boy’s foreskin over his ridge and back. The boy just blushed.”

Most canlı kaçak bahis boys would like a Biology teacher like Marilyn, I thought to myself. It would be enough wanking material for a lifetime for any schoolboy.

Once the art session had finished it was time for my reward. By now my boner had subsided and I was really relishing the foot worship session.

“Right time for you to give my feet some much needed attention” said Marilyn. “You’ll be doing this naked so get your knickers off!”

I obeyed and quickly slipped out of them and handed them to her. She sat on the couch and ordered me onto my knees presenting her lovely feet before me. Her toenails were painted cherry red which looked really lovely. I began by kissing the big toe on her left foot before working down the side of her foot. I then kissed each of her toes very gently before being ordered to lick between each toe. By now I had a stiff erection and knew there was no way now it hadn’t been seen. I enjoyed he contours of her feet from the arch of her soles to the veins on the top of her feet leading to her pretty ankles complete with sexy bracelet. I spent the next 10 minutes kissing, smelling and licking her delicious feet. It was really a getting to know you process. By the end it was obvious that both of us had enjoyed the session enormously.

I then sat crossed legged on the floor with my dick still pointing skyward. I knew I had pushed my luck by getting hard and now prepared for my fate.

“You’ve been a very naughty little slave haven’t you?”

“Yes Your Highness.”

She then lifted the panties and said:

“Your penis became erect without my permission and there are traces of your sticky semen on my panties and for this you shall be punished.”

I realised that the trap had been laid and I’d walked into it. I had worn her panties and she had told me erotic stories thus causing my arousal and from that, small amounts of pre-cum had trickled out. I knew what was coming and quite rightly so.

“Don’t worry slaveboy, you won’t be punished today but next week will be your punishment session. You have made me angry. What do you have to say for your self?”

“I’m very sorry Your Highness.”

Once dressed I wished Marilyn farewell.

“Farewell Josh” she said but I received no kiss this time.

Then she handed me a paper bag saying:

“You can keep the panties.”

“Oh Thank you so much Your Highness.”

I skipped very excitedly up the street knowing I would be wearing them a LOT in the coming days.

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This is a true story based on my first sexual encounter with a woman that was older than me.

I first started talking to her on the internet. When I first met her online she was a 23 year old dancer at a club in Dallas. She sent me her picture and she looked absolutely fantastic. Her name (suspiciously enough) was Candy Kane, I didn’t believe it as much as I’m sure you don’t. We talked for nearly a year about this that and the other thing. She was always a very sexual woman, a very strong personality that just reeked of sex. I assumed this was normal for women that were 5 years older than me, knowing the large difference in 18 and 23, also she claimed to be a dancer so it was very noticeable for me.

The weird thing about this lady was she would never ever let me call her, she called me every day, but privately so I never knew her number. One day she slipped up and searched for her number and quickly discovered her true name, Donna, and discovered her true age, 34, by the time I figured this out a year had gone by of me believing in this 23 year old, but now she is 15 years older than me, that is a whole new ball game. I’ve always had fantasies about older women, as I’m sure many college guys do. I dreamed of her taking control of me, being the dominate force and teaching me things about sex that I had never known existed. She would teach me the things about life that I had always wanted to know, and the vanilla sex of college girls would not nearly satisfy my thirst, and I wanted it saturated now, I didn’t want to wait 15 years to have a truly earth-shattering orgasm that only an older woman would be able to give me.

I called her out on her age, and she finally submitted the truth of her name and age to me, but told me that she truly loved me, and didn’t want to hurt me with the lie after I believed it for so long. The woman she was pretending to be was her sister, her sister was just 5 years older than me, and a very risqué dancer. But it wasn’t her voice I fell in love with, it was the voice of this imposter. But my libido took over, and I quickly forgave her in desperate angst for the sexual relief she would be able illegal bahis to provide for me.

We agreed to meet in a nearby park the following day at noon. I jumped in her truck with her, and saw a woman that was about 2 inches shorter than me at 5’3, she had shoulder length honey brown hair, very strait and little clippy things in her hair. She was wearing a pair of short shorts to show off her legs, and a tube top. Her face was a face of someone that worked all their lives, very worn down by the sun, but when I closed my eyes I could hear the voice that I always loved. She did have great legs, nice and smooth, absolutely flawless. She had small breast, but I never was a freak over large breast, they were a little smaller than I preferred, but I’m sure the reader would be interested in the size, and I don’t know it. She had a tattoo on one breast that was a little tacky, but once again it was the pure sexual energy that I felt.

We sat and talked in the truck for a couple of hours, didn’t touch each other, and I remembered that I really did like her for who she was, not what she looked like. The first meeting ended harmlessly enough, but I quickly left for home and stroked myself to a fast orgasm. The following week we agreed to meet at my apartment around noon. She showed up a little late, but she was there, she was wearing shorts again and a button down shirt, and had her hair back in a ponytail, ponytails are incredibly sexy to me, and I was immediately feeling a stirring in my loins.

She came in and sat down and we talked for a little while, then unexpectedly she grabbed me by the back of my head and we started kissing. It was electrifying, she kissed me long and deep, she inserted her tongue into my mouth and flipped it up and down and quarreled with my tongue. She ran her hands down my back and down my thighs, then back up the inside of my thighs. My hands instantly went to her smooth legs. I lightly brushed my hands on the outside of her thighs and she shivered with my ticklish touch. She kept inching forward causing my hand to move closer to her nice ass. Her hand continued up to my hard cock, and she started illegal bahis siteleri rubbing it hard and fast through my shorts, it was amazing, all the while she kept me tongue tied with her mouth. My hand found its way to her breast and I placed my hand very softly on her breast and felt her heart beat speeding up through my palm.

Then my inexperienced hands slid up the inside of her thigh and started going up her shorts on the inside, I was centimeters for her box that I so craved to touch. Her hand found its way up my shorts and under my boxers to start rubbing on my hard cock. It was intense, I felt like her experienced hands would be able to make me cum in a heartbeat, but fortunately my cock had more blood in the head than I did so I lasted longer than two seconds. Meanwhile my hand finally started stroking her labia through her panties and I started rubbing her clit through her panties as well.

I’ve never been with vocal woman up until now, and she started moaning and groaning into my mouth, mixed with the pleasure her hand was giving me I felt like I could have cum instantly, but once again it didn’t happen. She quickly unbuttoned my pants and pulled them to my ankle, with my only assistance being sitting up enough for her to pull them off. She spit a little bit in her hand and started stroking my cock furiously, while scooting her ass back on the couch away from me, I thought I had hurt or something, but it was only to get into a better position.

When she was positive I was as hard as I would get she quickly dove her mouth deep onto my cock. She started started by deep throating me, which to this day is one of the most intense feelings I have ever had. She flicked her tongue on the tip of my cock, and seemed to be trying to tongue my hole. She also did something else that completely took me by surprise, but I wont complain, she stuck a pinky in my ass and had my humping her face and then lowering back down on her pinky.

That didn’t last long, I warned her that I was cumming and she didn’t even stop, she just sucked harder and harder and sucked till I started squirting in her mouth, She canlı bahis siteleri pulled her mouth off and I squirted some more on her face. She sat up, took a finger through my cum on her face and slurped it off like my cock was her finger. I instantly went soft, and normally at this time its my turn to return the favor or get dressed, but that wasn’t true with Donna. She took off her shirt and went down to my limp cock and started sucking it. It was amazing, I started bucking and thrashing and moaning, I never moaned.

I quickly got hard again and Donna led me to my bedroom. I took off my shirt and went over and took her shorts off of her. She stood their in her underwear and I stood completely naked, ready for my lesson. She pushed me on my back onto the bed and crawled up and started kissing me, and dry humping my leg. I was really hard at this point so she pulled her panties aside and grabbed my cock with the other hand and aimed and she slid down on my cock. It was amazing, for a woman this old I didn’t expect such a tight pussy, but she was very tight and she slid very very slowly down my cock. I almost couldn’t hold it, but I quickly picked up a verse of Cumbaya in my head while she leaned forward and put her hands on my chest and started riding me.

She started off slowly, her pussy muscles were contracting around my cock,milking it for all it was worth. She sat up and started flipping her hair around and moaning and groaning, she was so loud and it only made me incredibly horny so I started returning the thrust and she responded with more moaning, and cursing, she ran her nails across my chest cutting me, but the pain was so intense, it was absolutely amazing.

Finally she started screaming that she was cumming and wanted me to cum deep in her pussy with her. It didn’t take much but I quickly came as her muscles all spasmed and she cried and screamed and my juices flowed deeply into her. It was so amazing, I had never cum that hard in my life. She sat up, as my now soft and satisfied cock fell out of her.

She got off the bed, put on her clothes and came over to me on the bed and kissed me once for the road and left. I never saw her online again, and the number I called that she called from was never answered, so I don’t know what happened to Donna, but I have the memory of the best sexual experience of my life, and I can’t wait for another older woman.

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I have a tendency to get myself into these sorts of situations. I guess I just naturally feel inclined to worship strong beautiful women. Especially Emi, sometimes I just dream about burying my face in that amazing ass of hers.

The thing is, however, I usually also come to my senses quite literally and figuratively once I release myself sexually. It seemed like Emi knew this would happen, in fact, that’s probably why she hadn’t let me cum since this whole ordeal began.

I was nuts for Emi, and she knew that I was wrapped around her finger. That’s really when things started to take a turn. A turn that I really enjoyed.

I terminated the lease on my apartment and moved in full time with Emi. It almost seemed normal when she said that I would be her new roommate. This obviously wasn’t the typical arrangement for roommates. Emi swiftly took over all of my finances and even the keys to my truck. I was Emi’s loyal servant.

I still illegal bahis remember back to that morning after I’d eaten her shit and proven that, in her words I “couldn’t even think” when I was around her.

I woke up that morning with the pressure of her bare ass on my face; it was heavenly. Then, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrppptt…ffffffffttt, and finally “open up!”

I immediately obeyed as I realized that she was about to take her morning dump. It was a thick log, probably about an inch in diameter and a foot long. She had lifted up into a squat position and let the excess shit slap me in the face.

Emi giggled about what she’d just done, and the whole time I obediently choked down her poop. Actually, it wasn’t so bad that I had to choke it down. Compared to the cold shit from the toilet, this was a meal from a five star french restaurant.

I cleaned her up and then she finished by peeing in my mouth, and I exclaimed “Thank you goddess illegal bahis siteleri so much!”

Emi giggled again and walked into the kitchen. Her giggles were so cute and sexy.

Now fast forward a week from then and I’m still head over heals for my goddess, but now I’m living with her full time and get to serve her constantly, do her homework, clean the house, pleasure her and her friends, and everything else she wants.

I heard the door opening and got so excited that I started scurrying toward the door in excitement, only to be yanked back by my leash. Ugh, I forgot that she tied the leash to the couch before leaving.

“Slave, I have something for you,” she shouted.

“Really? For me?” I thought. Then I started eagerly looking up at her from my knees.

She swiftly turned around, placed her spandex clad ass in my face, and farted a loud one, after which she started laughing.

My face turned red as she canlı bahis siteleri walked away.

“We’re having a party here tomorrow, and you’re going to help me out with it.” Emi shouted from the next room. When she came back, she was naked from the waist down and told me to start eating her out.

I laid down and licked her passionately while she elaborated on my duties as a toilet during the party. To me it sounded more like a ladies club than a party. It was girls only and they were all paying to come use me as their toilet. I was really disappointed that other girls would be using me instead of my queen using me, but after her fourth orgasm, Emi looked down and saw the sadness in my eyes. She must’ve, otherwise, I have no idea why else she would’ve ruffled my hair and said “don’t worry, you’ll still only be my slave. When you serve any of these women, you are actually still serving me.”

Right after she had eased my conscience, Emi also eased forward so that her ass was covering my nose and mouth completely. I knew that smell anywhere. It was a happy smell, the smell of Emi’s ass. With her comforting words and farts, I slowly drifted off as she forced me asleep with her powerful butt.

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He’d done all the little tasks of the weekday morning: Fed the dogs, put out the washing, cleaned up the kitchen. To the office and checking emails, the first hint, enough, of desire washes over him. He copies and pastes a couple of email excerpts, prints out the page, and shuts down the computer.

Returning to the house, he closes the bedroom door behind him and quickly undresses. It is still cool inside from the wintry, hinterland night, but the excitement within him keeps him moving quickly and so, with the movement, he feels not the cold.

Naked now, he goes into the wardrobe and grabs his little helper. Not used all the time, but upon a whim, he feels the need today. He grabs a small towel for cleanliness and convenience and lies back on the bed, grabbing the small bottle of water-based lubricant from his bedside drawer as he does so.

Feeling the cold a little, he draws a sheet over himself, raises his legs so that his feet are flat on the bed, his knees in the air, and spreads them a goodly distance. He draws a little lubricant from the bottle, placing it beside him for easy access, and places his hand for the first time on his half hard cock. Spreading it liberally with the lube, he feels it stiffen in his grasp, his breathing shortening already with anticipation.

The piece of paper holds only two paragraphs, written by her, describing her own self-administered pleasure. He reads of her standing there, legs apart, her mind and body racing as she cums in an office toilet cubicle. He reads just a few lines but already his cock is hard, his hand moving slowly up and down its shaft, teasing his shaved balls, building. mobilbahis güvenilir mi

He reads the second paragraph. She’s in her office now, the lone employee. Door locked, tension of surprise still in the air, she cums in her office chair. The chair in which she had once made love so beautifully to him. It has itself become almost an object of desire to him.

He loved to think of her playing with her gorgeous self, her magnificent pussy, in that chair. He finishes reading, hand working faster, a few more strokes and his back starts arching, he’s imagining her cumming in her office, and the mental image is enough. He drops the paper and begins stroking himself harder, imagining her pussy around his cock then imagining her playing with herself. He catches himself, he’s not quite ready to cum yet, and doesn’t want to rush it either. He pauses, hand on ever-so-hard cock, feeling its heat, rigid in his grasp.

He’s hot now. Metaphorically and physically, and he discards the sheet, grabs a little more lube, his helper, and settles again. He applies the lube to his cock, and now his balls, feeling their smoothness under his touch, feeling in turn the delight of the touch on his now firm ball sack. His other hand reaches for his helper, a lifelike dildo of average size, he applies some lube to it, rubbing it over in his left hand, feeling its smoothness, and warming it. He holds it a moment, returns his left hand to his still-hard cock, his balls, and caresses them gently.

His hand moves from his cock downwards, over and around his balls, to his perineum, that delightful highway of delight between mobilbahis his balls and his arse. He rubs the seam of skin he finds, with pleasure, yet again and moves south until his finger caresses his tight hole. Not wanting to rush things, he fingers his hole lightly, revelling in both the sensation and the sense of this moment of blissful, private, self-indulgence. After a few moments, he returns again to his cock, both rubbing and gaining lube in the journey taken once again from cock-tip to arsehole. He now rubs his arse with more feeling, passion, and just a sense of purpose, lubing it up properly, his other hand even now bringing the tip of the dildo to his tightly held orifice of desire.

He pauses, grabs his cock, loves it again with his hand, and begins moving in a slow motion dance, the mechanics well rehearsed, allowing his mind to wander again to other less practical thoughts.

His hand makes love to his cock, his balls, and then it isn’t his hand anymore. It’s her hand and it’s wonderful. The desire that came from his picturing her in solitary pleasure now mixes with, and enhances, the images that come to his closed eyes now. She is on the bed, playing with him, loving him. She grabs his balls and squeezes and he groans. She holds his cock firmly, then strokes its hard length up and down, working it. She gets him into a steady rhythm of motion and then pauses. As if by magic, he knows what she wants him to do. He arches his back once more and spreads his legs. She’s lying with one arm under his leg, holding the dildo in her left hand. She grabs his cock in a steady, firm grip as it loses none of its hardness, mobilbahis giriş and presses the dildo to its destination. He is becoming entranced with pleasure now, automatically arches his back some more, and awaits the next move with his last breath still held within him. She releases his cock, and uses her other hand to spread his arse cheeks a little, his puckered hole readying itself. And then it’s happening. He is in raptures as the smooth, lubed dildo enters him.

She takes her time, working it in, he’s breathing again now, quick breaths enter and leave his body in small moans. It’s inside him now and he’s lost to the outside world, she grabs his cock and starts stroking it, firmly, vigorously in time with his heightened need and speed of movement. She’s working the dildo, the cock, inside him and he can feel nothing more than pleasure. She senses he’s close to cumming now, and works the cock harder and harder. She tilts the dildo forward, it’s non-seeing eye seeking his prostate, she works it within him likes she fucking him with it, hard and fast.

The stimulation works upon him and he loses it, thrashing about the bed, her hand working his cock and the dildo at once, he arches his back off the bed, freezes in motion, and groans as cum lands on his chest. The first spray arching itself away from his cock as it bumps to and fro in her stroking hand. The rest of his passion spending itself upon him, upon her hand as she works it to its final, hyper-sensitive pause. He drops his body to the bed, she stops stroking his cock, and pushes the dildo right up into him, as far as its length will allow.

He lies there, eyes closed, breathing easing, his body tingling and yet totally relaxed. She wipes some cum off his cock and places her fingers in his mouth, he licks and sucks the cum from her fingers and lays down to rest a little in the afterglow, his mind returning once again to her office and that chair.

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Jen sat at her kitchen table with a cup of coffee clutched in trembling hands. Her new friends, her new life occupied her thoughts. Sarah’s knock didn’t even pierce Jen’s daydreams about the upcoming adventure planned for the day.

Sarah let herself in with the master key and sat down across from Jen at the table. When Jen didn’t respond, Sarah waved her hand in front of Jen’s face a few times. Startled, Jen jumped, spilling now-cold coffee over her hands and onto the table. Sarah laughed, wiping up the coffee with a napkin and taking the mug from Jen, dumping it into the sink.

In minutes, the girls were in Sarah’s car, hurtling through town. Screeching to a halt in front of a grey stone building, Sarah vaulted out of the car and ran around to Jen’s side, opening the door with a flourish. Jen hauled herself out of Sarah’s tiny car and followed her into the building, stopping just inside with her jaw nearly dropping to the floor.

The renovated warehouse was full of all kinds of what Jen had heard called ‘marital aids’ at one point in her life. Jen walked through the aisles, marveling at the selection. So many toys, she didn’t even know the names for all of them! Afraid to touch any of the items, Jen shoved her hands in her pockets as she wandered. She caught glimpses here and there of Sarah gleefully frolicking amongst the shelves, filling her arms. As the aisles ended, Jen walked into an open area with several couches and changing rooms that were in no way private. To her right were several racks filled with clothing. Each rack was a different size for easier browsing, and browse she did.

The transition from ‘regular’ clothes to erotic costumes and lingerie was much easier for Jen than a sudden shift toward ‘adult toys’. As she passed her hand over several costumes, she grabbed one and then two outfits that caught her eye. Sarah heard the grating squeal of hangers on the metal rack and bounded over to offer her opinion. Dumping her armload of gadgets onto the nearest couch, Sarah plucked hangers off the rack with a reckless abandon and grabbed Jen by the arm, steering her into a cubicle.

Sticking her tongue out, Jen stripped and began trying on the pile of lingerie Sarah had heaped by the entrance. Sarah collapsed into a couch facing the dressing area and watched, lounging.

A fireman’s outfit was met with raucous applause from the woman on the couch. Jen giggled and tried her hand at being a schoolgirl, nurse, and maid. Outfit after outfit was met with catcalls and applause until Jen reached the final piece at the bottom, a black crotchless bodysuit. Sarah wrinkled her nose and ordered Jen out of the bodysuit, grabbing it and tossing it in a bin next to the dressing cubicle. “It covers too much of you, and it’s not nearly see through enough” was the only explanation offered.

After piling all the accepted costumes into a cart, Jen headed toward the desk by the front door where a young man sat playing solitaire on a computer. At a break in the aisles, however, she was intercepted by Sarah and steered into the maze of towering shelves.

Jen felt like a kid on a timed shopping spree in a toy store. As Sarah skipped through the aisles, Jen followed as closely as she could with an ever filling cart. Sarah knocked boxes into the cart and climbed ladders to get to harder to reach items. Jen’s eyes widened as different styles of vibrators, dildos, strapons, creams, strange looking beads on a string and even a swing made it into her cart. Leaning to the left to see in front of her, Jen followed Sarah back to the couches and sat next to her as they arranged the boxes in front of them according to category.

Sarah moved to the couch opposite Jen and began a short lecture on the uses of various toys. Jen found out that those strange beads were meant to find their way into her and were supposedly all kinds of fun, according to Sarah. Pros and cons of various styles were explained, as was the best use for each toy. Jen was shocked when Sarah came to the end of her speech and began opening boxes, laying each toy on top of its packaging.

“Won’t we get in trouble? I mean, aren’t we supposed to buy this stuff before we open it?” she whispered.

Sarah giggled mischievously. “Nah, this whole warehouse is owned and operated by Hobbs and Jenkins to provide us with good toys to play with. They want their customers satisfied, and the customers prefer to watch us have real orgasms, not the fake kind they get when they rent a video.”

Nodding, Jen reached out to gingerly touch a dildo Sarah had just unwrapped. She expected it to be hard and smooth like the vibrator Sarah had used on her the night before. Instead, it was squishy and pliable despite being firm enough for penetration. The box it sat on called it ‘jelly’. Fascinated, Jen continued picking internet casino up other toys and discovered that each had a different texture.

Some were harder than others, some had exaggerated veins and ridges, and some were smooth. There were fake cocks of all sizes and dildos shaped like cucumbers. Each of them was different from all of the ones before. Some had suction cups attached to the bottom; others had extra protrusions to hit her clit. There were kits with sleeves meant to slip onto a vibrator, odd conical devices labeled “butt plugs”, and even vibrators with exaggerated curves meant to hit a “G-spot”, whatever that was.

Sarah joined Jen on the couch and handed her two dildos that were similar in shape and size. One came with the balls attached, the other didn’t. A fleeting thought crossed Jen’s mind as she wondered whose cock the manufacturer used to make the mold.

“Well? Which do you like better?” Sarah asked.

“I’m not sure,” Jen said truthfully. “What’s the difference? Other than the obvious, I mean.”

“Both give different sensations. If you like the feel of being filled all the way to someone’s balls, then that would be the obvious choice. If you don’t care, then I would try both to see how well you like them. Each has its own benefit, but I generally prefer the one with balls. I love having something to hang on to!”

“Okay, then I’ll try both. But there’s so many of each! How am I supposed to decide which one to take?” Jen asked as she screwed her face up with indecision.

Sarah let loose a loud guffaw and set each dildo on its end as best she could. “Here’s the deal. Why don’t you grab one of each ‘size’ here. Pick your favorite color or something. We’ll just get you one of each. You’ll develop a favorite, but I think you’ll like having a full toy chest in the long run anyways. Let’s just get you started off on the right foot, shall we?”

Jen shrugged and started picking dildos first, staying away from the larger ones at first but eventually grabbing two that looked a little intimidating. She grabbed a vibrator kit that had one slender vibrator and one vibrating “egg” plus several silicone sleeves to use with them as well as a smaller set of anal beads. For kicks, she selected a small plug called “the butt beginner” and a large bottle of silicone based lube to go with it. A strapon made the final pick when Jen reasoned that last night’s escapade with Sarah was not the last. Two creams that claimed to heighten sexual pleasure intrigued her, so she tossed those back into the cart as well. Finally, Jen decided to finish off her shopping spree with the swing Sarah had pulled off a shelf, just to see what it might be like.

The girls took their selections to the desk by the front door where the clerk was still playing solitaire on the computer. He looked up and handed each of them a clipboard with instructions to write down the shelf codes on the forms. Sarah silently pointed out the stickers on each item that noted a numeric code, apparently for stocking and inventory purposes. Sarah quickly finished her own form, handed it to the clerk, and helped Jen finish hers. After the clerk entered all the data for Sarah’s acquisitions and picked up Jen’s, he frowned.

“You’re not in the system. Which complex are you with?” he demanded.

Sarah piped up, “Jen’s new with complex 153 dash 2, and she’s not in the system because you haven’t put her there yet.”

“Fine. Then I’ll need her to fill out these forms as well and scan a photo ID. Scanner is right there, and here’s the necessary forms,” came the monotone reply.

Jen was amazed that the young man had never even looked up through the entire exchange. How jaded people must get when they work here, she thought to herself. He doesn’t even care that we’re here except that we’re interrupting his game. She finished the forms and handed them back over the desk, trying to make small talk.

“So, how long have you worked here?” she began.

“Six months, and yes I’ve seen it all. No, I’ve never been to any of the complexes, of which there are 175 complexes to date across the country. No, I’ve never had sex here or with any of the employees. As you can see, there are no windows so I don’t know if the weather’s good or not. Anything else?”

“Well, I guess not,” Jen said. “But why do you hate your job so much? I mean, wouldn’t this be a great place to work? You see all these gorgeous women every day, they get naked to change in front of cameras that you undoubtedly see, what’s wrong with that?”

“I don’t hate my job, princess,” he replied while entering in her information. “And I just hate the snobs that come in here thinking they’re all that and don’t care to give the time of day to some lowly clerk who just works here to make it through college. canlı poker oyna And I don’t get to see all the cameras, just the security ones. Not like I’d ever get to do anything about it anyways. Oh, and you two are the first people in here all week. The rest of the orders have come in from out of town for the other complexes. So there really is no glamour to this job. It pays well, though, so I stay with it.”

Sarah had been listening to the whole exchange behind the desk at the copier. She couldn’t help but feel sorry for this poor college kid, stuck in a warehouse all day. Glancing at Jen, she knew her friend felt the same way. He wasn’t bad looking, could have easily gotten a job someplace else, but this paid so much better he had taken it despite the sometimes lonely hours.

“James,” Sarah started after looking at his nameplate on the desk, “Hasn’t anything good happened while you were working here?” Seeing him shake his head, she smirked and continued, “That’s a shame. So you wouldn’t mind horribly if we tried to brighten your day?”

The clerk named James looked up for the first time and fixed his eyes first on Jen, then Sarah walking back around the desk. Confusion and then awe registered on his face when he realized Sarah wasn’t joking. Stupefied, he just stared at the two girls for several seconds until he could regain composure.

“What are you talking about?” he stammered.

Sarah said nothing but grabbed Jen by the wrist and pulled her back towards the couches, beckoning for James to follow. The discarded boxes of toys were still scattered around the floor by two of the six couches. Sarah kicked them into a pile, then reconsidering, grabbed a few and brought them to another area with facing couches. Sarah pushed Jen down onto one couch and James onto the other, then began methodically stripping them both.

“B-b-b-but the doors… they’re still unlocked!” James stuttered. “If someone comes in, nobody will…”

“Well, then, I’ll go lock the doors. But when I get back, if you’re not both naked, I’ll find the whips!” Sarah threatened and ran down the center aisle.

Having accomplished her task, she returned to find the two naked. Jen was lounging on the sofa, idly fondling herself, while James was sitting stiffly upright looking incredibly nervous.

Sarah smiled at Jen, proud as a mother hen at the changes that had already taken place in the girl. She then turned to James and pushed him back into the cushions. Slowly, she raked her nails across his chest and stomach, zigzagging toward his hardening cock. Just before her hands reached the prize, though, she removed them and stood, grasping her breasts briefly before turning and heading for Jen.

Jen spread her legs for Sarah to view as she approached. Unsure of Sarah’s intentions, she waited patiently for an indication of what was expected of her. Sarah paused, knelt between Jen’s legs, and blew gently on her moist outer lips. The sensation raised goosebumps all over Jen’s body, making her shiver slightly. A tiny moan escaped her throat as Sarah ran just the tip of her tongue up Jen’s slit to touch her clitoris for a split second.

Sarah grasped a box on the floor and, without looking, opened it, pulling out a simple clear dildo. She opened her mouth and mimicked a blow job to moisten the full length of the toy. When satisfied, she ran the toy up and down Jen’s swollen lips several times and then plunged it into her cleft with one smooth stroke. Jen moaned and grasped Sarah’s hand, pulling it toward her in an effort to achieve further penetration. Sarah replaced her hold on the dildo with Jen’s hand and stood again, turning to James.

His erect cock jumped when Sarah approached and ran one fingernail down its length. Panting, James thrust his hips at Sarah’s hand, trying to wrap himself in her fist. Sarah toyed with him for a few moments, scratching lightly at his chest and stomach. When it seemed James couldn’t stand the intensity any longer, Sarah took his cock in her warm mouth. The man let out a sob as he felt the heat and texture of her tongue swirling around the shaft with an expertise born of practice.

With alternating thrusts and licks, Sarah teased James’s cock relentlessly. Her hand cupped his balls and massaged gently while she stared up at his face, gauging his reactions. Had he opened his eyes, he would have noticed a smile playing at the corners of her eyes every time he moaned or twitched. When he heard Jen moaning in anticipation of orgasm, James felt his balls tense in preparation for his own.

“Ohh… my God, shit shit shit I can’t stopyou’remakingmecumsohard,” James grunted as his cock began the initial spasms of a climax, causing Sarah to take a deep breath and take his full length into her throat.

Sarah’s highly trained poker oyna reflexes prepared her for the sensation of hot liquid hitting the back of her throat at high velocity. She swallowed, letting her throat muscles do their work at extending his orgasm for as long as possible. She took every drop of his cum and licked his cock clean, making it jump with sensitivity. Satisfied that James was finished for a little bit, Sarah’s attention was again drawn to Jen; but this time she brought James with her.

Jen, still approaching climax, barely noticed the two crawl to her side. When Sarah brought James’s mouth to Jen’s swollen lips and clit, she bucked and shrieked in surprise and lust. James hesitated, wide-eyed with confusion, then bent forward again. His tentative licks turned into ravenous explorations, quickening Jen’s panting grunts into a symphony of breaths. His hand found the dildo she was still working into herself and began thrusting it into her with a pace that matched the ministrations of his tongue.

Jen screamed and grabbed the arm of the couch, pushing herself into James and the dildo. When Sarah leaned in and began caressing and nibbling her breasts, Jen came with a ferocity she’d never experienced before. Her groin exploded into splinters of light cascading through her body and reaching all the way to her extremities. When one wave ended, another began. Even when Sarah pulled James away from her overly sensitive clit, the orgasms kept coming. She couldn’t tell the difference between her pussy and nipples anymore; they were connected by one nerve that felt only pleasure.

Sarah slowed and then stopped, placing her hand on the dildo James was still pumping wildly. Leaving the dildo inside Jen, she pulled James to her and pressed herself against his torso. He realized with a start that his cock was hard again and ready for another round, something that had never happened to him before.

From a kneeling position, Sarah leaned backward, her head pressed against the carpet and back arched. Her fingers spread her lips open to show James just how wet she was. James reached carefully out and touched her opening, bringing the moistened finger to his lips and tasting her juices like fine wine. Though his cock strained to probe her depths, James instead bent his head to Sarah and lapped at her with intense concentration. Sarah pulled his head to her, begging for release.

As she felt the beginnings of an orgasm, Sarah grabbed his hand from her thigh and shoved it toward her pussy, hissing, “fuck me with those fingers, boy!”

James, not one for confrontation, readily obeyed and put first two, then three fingers deep into Sarah’s pussy. He probed every inch of her pussy, twisting his hand around while sucking at her clit. As her orgasm hit her, his fingers were clenched so hard by her contracting muscles that he could no longer move them. The rhythm of his licking slowed so that he was hardly moving his tongue over her clit but just resting it there with light pressure. When her muscles relaxed enough, he removed his hand and in one swift motion leaped forward and plunged his cock into her still spasming pussy.

Sarah screamed as another orgasm overtook her, then another as James thrust into her. One after another overtook her as James fucked her with a hard steady rhythm, lifting her hips to meet his. She unfolded her legs from beneath her and crossed them over his back, trying to force him deeper inside her. Sensing her need, James grabbed Sarah’s knees and pulled them over his shoulders.

“Ahhh! Oh, right there, just stay there, unnnnnnh…” she groaned.

James pushed into her three more times and collapsed onto Sarah, nearly folding her in half. The motion brought on one last orgasm for them both. Sarah looked up to see Jen lying on the couch with a sated expression lighting her face. Sarah grinned back and reached up to lick James’s neck.

Half an hour later, the girls had redressed and packed their new things into several bags. James helped them carry the packages to the car and stood on the curb as they got in.

“When are you two planning on coming back in here?” He asked with hope evident in his voice.

“Oh, well, I don’t know when we’ll get to since we got so many fun things this time. But don’t worry, we’ll let ALL the other girls know how much fun you are. You may have to get a few extra cameras installed by the desk,” Sarah giggled, starting the car.

As she pulled away, James stared after them in awe.

Jen looked around and noticed the approaching sunset and asked Sarah how long they’d been inside.

“Oh, I’d say around seven hours, give or take. I mean, it IS getting darker earlier now, and we got there just before noon. Which reminds me, we haven’t eaten anything all day. Let’s stop to get something to eat before we go home to test drive all the new toys… everyone will want to see!”

Jen shrugged and slipped into a daydream about toys, costumes, and faceless men with erect cocks sitting at computer desks all around the world. She smiled.

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After several attempts, we finally got it worked out. Many times before we tried to meet and party but something always came up, on my side or hers. Now here I was, at the front door to your apartment, tonight was going to be fun.

Ashley was married, even though that caused some moral dilemmas, that never stopped me from fantasizing and masturbating over her a lot, and that I did…a lot. Opening the door, you smiled at me and told me to hang on while you grabbed your jacket. Off we were, the distances were small and the errands few. After picking up a frozen pizza and some orange juice from the store and Jeepers Creepers from Hollywood, we were back at your place. I took a seat on the couch while you put the pizza in and made the first screwdrivers. Turning on the movie you settled next to me.

After the pizza and a few drinks, about 40 minutes into the movie, you stumble to your feet and say, “This movie sucks, lets watch something else.” You retreat to your room and within two minutes your back with a tape in hand. Putting it in you pause right before you push play and tell me, “Were gonna need more drinks, go get us some.” Getting up and going into the kitchen I open the fridge and grab two wine coolers and return to the living room. I handed you a drink and pushed play. It wasn’t until I sat down that I realized what was on the tape. On screen was a guy and a girl, the girl going down on the guy. Oh my, what is Ashley thinking now, looking over at you you canlı bahis şirketleri give me a sly smile and take a drink of your cooler. After those drinks and another, a scene comes on that is better than the others. Two guys and a girl, the girl was on her knees fucking doggy style while sucking the other guy off.

“Looks like fun,” I say, staring at the screen.

“You would think so,” with that you give me a slight shove on my shoulder.

The shoving match was on. Shoving each other back and forth throwing pillows at each other, somehow we end up wrestling on the floor. I’m hard from the porn and the close contact; I don’t try to hide it.

After a few minutes of that we stop wrestling to catch our breath. Feeling drunk and horny I gently reach over and breath on your neck, when you don’t resist I go a little further to gently nibble the side of your neck. Lightly moving my tongue up your neck, I reach your ear. It’s with your first moan that we both realize that these are no longer innocent touches, and we both want it. After a few minutes of this I reach up and slowly cup your right breast, lightly I rub where your nipple is, you still don’t resist. A few gentle kisses on the lips turn into us making out. Reaching down to the back of your leg, I grab it just above the back of your knee; I slid my hand up over your ass, around to the front, and up the front of your shirt.

With nothing between your bare breast and my hand but your canlı kaçak iddaa bra, I slowly use my fingers to pull it down. Your nipple is hard and my fingers go to it like a magnet. Gently rolling my thumb and first finger around it, you reach down and feel the bulge at my crotch. Yes…this is for you. We go like this for a few minutes, lips locked. My hand on your bare breast, stimulating your nipple. By now you’ve pulled my cock out of my fly and your stroking it up and down. Everywhere we touch feels electric, sending vibes of ecstasy through my body. Leaning back you pull your shirt over your head and pull your bra off. Sliding down and my body, you pull my shorts and boxers off in one swift movement. Jerking me off, you begin to tease the head of my cock with your tongue, swirling the tip around the parts that are most sensitive.

You go slow, agonizing me with such teasing that I arched my back in a mixture of reflex and ecstasy. Licking up and down, you begin to slowly allow my head into your mouth. With a mixture of light sucking and swift licking, you proceed to give the best blowjob for what seems like forever.

Picking you up I lay you on your back and begin to nibble on your ear, working slowly down your neck until I reach your collar-bone, resituating myself I put myself into position to spend time on your nipples. Your sexy little tits feel so hot in my hand, your nipples pointing out begging for attention. Gently rolling one nipple between canlı kaçak bahis my fingers I take the other one into my mouth. Using my lips and tongue I lightly stimulate your nipples. Feeling your back arch I know I’m making you even hotter.

Sliding my tongue down your belly, my journey to your pussy is interrupted only by a few short licks at your sexy bellybutton ring. Once down there I place your feet by my head with your knees up; giving me perfect access. Lightly I run the tip of my tongue up and down your outer lips. As you get hotter and hotter your lips begin to open and your little clit beginning to appear. This is my next area of focus.

Lightly I run my tongue up the center of your pussy; as my tongue hits your clit I feel a light shudder run through your body. You begin to slowly rotate your hips in rhythm with my licking. Teasing you I vary my speed from light and fast to slow and slightly stronger to fast again. Moving around all over your love, I go from your hard clit to your lower outer lips. The steady movement of your hips and you erotic breathing and occasionally moan let me know you appreciate it. I’m not sure how many times you flooded my face with cum, at least twice but maybe as many as four times. It was hard to tell because for a while there you seemed to be in one continuous orgasm for five minutes.

There were no awkward feelings afterwards that one might fear after two friends cross the next line. We just kept hanging out. After a few more drinks and some music I left her apartment and headed home. Ashley and I continue our chats late at night and hang out every once and a while. And every so often, she takes out the rented movie and puts in one from her more “personnel” collection.

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**This is a follow-up to “Her Boy Toy”**

dedicated to “S” and “H”

* * * * *

It had been several days since my amazing encounter with Amy in New York. I was constantly thinking about how great her plastic cock had felt in my ass, how much I had loved eating her sweet asshole, and just generally how damn hot the whole experience was. Even at work, my mind would wonder to thoughts of that day, and my cock would grow hard.

Returning home from work after just such an occasion, I sat in front of my computer and punched up some of my favorite adult sites. Sooner than later, my cock was out of my fly and I was stroking it as I browsed various naughty images as they flashed across my screen.

One site I happened upon had an ad for an online adult store. Remembering how great Amy’s strap-on had felt, I decided it was time to get some toys of my own.

After browsing the e-store for a while, I decided upon a 6″ silicone butt plug, and a 10″ length of rubber beads. Adding some anal lube to my “shopping cart”, I checked out. The package would arrive in 5-7 days…

When I returned to illegal bahis my apartment after work, about a week later, there was a plain brown box sitting outside my door. My cock sprang up with anticipation. Finally I would get to play with my new toys.

As soon as I was inside I stripped out of my clothes and headed, box in hand, to my bed. I ripped the package open like a kid at Christmas, and began inspecting the contents.

I removed the toys from their packaging and examined them. The butt plug looked less intimidating than the beads, so I decided it would be the first to be inside my waiting asshole.

I popped a porno in the DVD player, put the toys and lube on my night stand, and lay back on the bed.

On the TV, the chapter I had chosen was underway- a scene with a sexy black woman and a scrawny white guy. Soon, she had his large tool in her mouth and was giving him a typical porn-star blow job. Suddenly, she spread his legs, lifted his balls, and thrust her tongue up his ass. Perfect time, I thought…

My right index finger wandered to my anus, and I began rubbing my hole gently illegal bahis siteleri as I stroked my hard cock. I felt my asshole becoming wet, and I spread some lube on my finger. Pushing slowly, I worked my long finger up into my tight ass. With my finger all the way up my asshole, my cock began dripping pre-cum. I was definitely ready for something bigger.

Reaching to my stand, I smeared the butt plug with lube. Spreading my legs wide, I placed the tip of the purple toy at my anal opening. With a deep breath, I quickly slid the entire length of the plug into my hot asshole. This immediately caused my cock to explode, spraying my cum all over my stomach. I used my left hand to lick up most of my semen, and then began pumping the toy in and out of my ass.

With my cock in a semi-hard state, I focused all of my attention on my own anal assault. I worked the plug in and out, fast and slow, sometimes in a twisting motion. I felt like my ass was gonna cum, it was so good. After several minutes of this, with my cock hard again, I decided to try the other toy.

The butt plug slid out of my canlı bahis siteleri ass with a *pop*, and I laid it down on a towel next to my bed. I could feel my gaping asshole asking for more, it wasn’t satisfied yet.

I examined the long bead toy, it was the kind that is all rubber, not string, between the individual beads. My cock dripped in anticipation as I lubed up the long toy.

Grasping the beads, I placed the first, smallest bead at my anus. It took no effort for the first two to slide inside my ass. I gave another push, and the next four all slid in. I now had six of the ten beads in my rectum, and the next four were even bigger. As I went to push the next bead in, I could feel the toy hit a curve in my anal passage. I forced the next four beads in, and my cock flowed with pre-cum as the beads rubbed against my prostate.

All ten beads inside of me felt fucking amazing, and I began stroking my cock fast, remembering Amy fucking me with her big toy…

I felt my cum building in my balls again, and at just the right moment, pulled the entire length of beads out of my asshole. My cum sprayed all the way up to my neck this time, shooting what must have been 10 streams of semen all over my chest.

I tossed the beads onto the towel with the butt plug, and lay there wondering when I would get to see Amy again…

To Be Continued…

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The zipper at the side of the gown gave easily; the teeth separated, leaving the fabric parted and only a hint of the flesh exposed to the air. Kara bit down on her lower lip, looked at her reflection in the mirror and took several calming breaths before sliding the bodice of the dress down. The material slowly gathered at her feet. Silk, satin, lace, beads, crystals, and other various glimmering fabrics and gems, lay in a clump as she stepped free of the thousand dollar ensemble.

Her shoes, had been discarded upon entering the spacious hotel bathroom and soon they along with the dress were taken up by trembling hands and placed in a small closet. Bird seed bounced along the cool vinyl floor, some becoming trapped in the crevices of the floral pattern. Her brow furrowed as she thought of how frustrating it would be when housekeeping had to come in the morning and clean up after her, but she knew they would understand, once they saw the dress and Brad’s tuxedo. Her cheeks turned three shades of red when she thought of what else the staff would think. The evidence of her youth would also proclaim what had transpired between her and her husband.

Kara heard the sound of Brad shuffling about just outside the door. She wondered if he were as nervous as she was; she doubted it. Men were never as nervous as women when it came to these things.

Brad sat on the edge of the bed. His stomach churned; his legs felt weak and his heart beat loud enough to signal a neighboring country that he was about to deflower a virgin. It had been awhile since he’d slept with someone as innocent to sex as Kara was. He hadn’t been with a score of women, but he had been with enough to know that she was special. Hell, he had married her.

He pulled the loosened tie even further from his neck allowing more room for him to breathe. A mental chastising soon followed as he told himself to act like an adult, not some lovesick pup. He was twenty-three for God’s sake and Kara, was twenty. Granted, she’d grown up home-schooled and pretty much cut off from what he would deem normal society, but she knew about sex, and how things were supposed to go together.

The sound of the television playing in the background, worked to interrupt his thoughts. Brad knew it had been foolish to turn on the flat screen, but he’d done it out of habit, something to ease the stress. They had talked back and forth about how to approach this first night. Should they go out for dinner, catch a movie, go for a walk? He’d been more than willing, almost insistent on choosing one, if not all three of the activities, but Kara had won the argument. Brad chuckled to himself; his friends would call him an idiot for trying to prolong this moment with his new wife and slap her on the back for forcing her hand. She was after all holding all the cards in this particular game of life.

A quiet whooshing sound filled the room. Brad looked up and saw Kara step out of the bathroom. He reached over to press the remote control for the TV, hoping to shut it off. Unbeknownst to him he only muted the sound. The chaos of the evening news still played as he stood up and took in the sight of the woman before him.

Kara blushed as her husband’s gaze drifted lazily over her body. She stood there, her knees trembling and her hands busily playing with the strings of the lace nightgown she now wore. The material was white; lace covered her chest; tiny straps held the thin fabric up, allowing her to keep her attributes to herself for just a bit longer. Her stomach, hips, and thighs were covered by a flimsy wisp of white, small beads littered the bottom in some sort of design that Brad could not distinguish from the beauty that was Kara.

He wished then that he had taken the time to dress for her. Yet, he had been weak, lost in thought and consumed with desire that he’d kept contained for months. Now he was covered in cotton and linen. A black tuxedo jacket had been removed when he walked in, but he’d not yet bothered to take off his shoes, pants, vest, or shirt. He stood there shielded from her, while she displayed so much. He reached up and finished removing his tie, and then took off his vest. It was after tossing it to the side of the bed, allowing it to fall in a disheveled clump that he realized he’d not yet spoken a word to her. Clearing his throat Brad turned back, faced the creature before him and whispered how beautiful she looked.

The distance between them was minimal, but it seemed to take a lifetime for Brad to close it. He touched her face, traced the line of her jaw, cupped her chin and pulled her toward him. Their lips touched and though they had kissed a thousand times before, for Kara it felt as if it were the first time. Her belly tightened and her pulse raced. While she opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to dance along side hers, she placed one hand on his hip and the other on his chest. The pounding of his heart was felt easily beneath her touch. She smiled against his lips, realizing that he too was nervous as she.

A warm puff of breath slipped from Brad’s lips canlı bahis şirketleri as he moved away to leave small kisses on her neck. One of his hands moved to glide to the back of her head; his fingers tangled in the curls that had been heavily coated with spray and styling products. He did his best to not pull on the tendrils as he turned her head and sucked softly on the smooth flesh. A small red mark would later color, proving to all that she was his. He moved his mouth further up; his teeth tugged her ear lope, while another hand moved to slide down her arm, then across to settle on her hip.

They moved slowly, each one taking a moment to relish the sounds the other made. Kara took note of the soft groans that came from Brad’s throat and the rumbling in his chest when she began to unbutton his shirt. Her fingers toyed with the undershirt that he’d wore. Curls of chest hair peeked out of the collar; those she teased with her nails.

Brad stepped back, pulled off his buttoned shirt, and then lifted the thin cotton one away, leaving himself shirtless. He watched Kara’s gaze move from his face to his chest. She reached out and touched his nipple. A shot of heat skated from the center point, down to his groin. His cock jerked in response; the desire to be free of the constraining formal wear was unnerving. After a long deep breath he reached down and released the button on his pants.

Kara bit down on her lower lip. “Let me,” she said.

His lips formed in a long “O” as he dropped his hands. Breath, held tight in his lungs, was expelled. She slipped one hand down the full length of his crotch; he saw the redness of her cheeks and knew she was embarrassed by her actions, but also that this was something she wanted to do. Kara had told him that she’d read books, looked at pictures, and had even gone to her older sister to learn about what was expected of her. Brad had told her that he didn’t expect anything and whatever she wanted to do for their first time was entirely up to her. He wouldn’t pressure her into anything, and if she wanted to back out, to wait until later, he was okay with that as well. Since Kara came into his life Brad had become a different man, more gentle and understanding, willing to change in order to ease his sheltered wife into a blissful life. His friends had called him “whipped” – he countered with “in love” and “grown up”.

As Kara slid her hand over her husband’s arousal, she blinked away the nervousness she felt; calming breaths were taken in as she eased the zipper down and opened the material of his slacks. Dark boxers barely kept the engorged flesh of his shaft contained. She felt the head, visualized it with the help of the photos she’d looked at with her sister. She licked her lips, imagining what his cock would look like. Timidly she reached into the slit of the fabric and wrapped her hand around the hard flesh. Instantly Brad’s body responded.

His chest grumbled. His stomach tightened and his cock throbbed and jerked toward her. Kara continued to torment her lower lip with her teeth as she ran her hand up and then down the thick rod. Her sister had told her to be firm, but not aggressive to move slowly at first, opening her hand slightly allowing a soft friction and then closing it more tightly to stroke the veins and tissue that were covered in soft skin.

Brad allowed himself to simply bask in the newness that assailed him – the virgin touch of a young woman, who had not ever experienced freedom with a man’s body. He felt a moment of guilt rush through him as he recalled some of his past relationships. He wished that he could erase his past and come to Kara with the innocence she was giving him. Her fingers rolled over the head of his cock and stilled when the pads of her digits came in contact with the pre cum that had beaded out of the tip. He watched her brow furrow; dawning quickly followed. His cock was eased out of the boxers and for the first time Kara looked at his dick.

She stared at it in wonder, almost like a child with a new toy. He wrapped his hand around hers and showed her what he liked. Kara was a quick study, allowing him the opportunity while at the same time growing more adventurous. She stepped up, and reached in with her other hand. Once again she heard her sister’s words and carefully began to caress the soft sack that kept his balls safe. She rolled the spheres between her fingers and kept them tucked away, until Brad asked her to let him go. Kara did so, curious as to what was going to happen next.

Her chest rose and fell in nervous excitement as Brad stepped back; his shoes, pants, socks, and boxers were soon discarded. The playing field was still not level. He stood there naked. His cock swollen and hungry for his wife. His chest pounding with need. His fingers were clenched into tight fists as he stood there waiting to see what Kara would do.

There was a moment of hesitation in her face, which he saw, but said nothing about. She knew she held the power; he had made sure she understood that from the beginning. Kara took a moment canlı kaçak iddaa to calm her thoughts and focus on what she wanted to happen next. Her hands moved to her gown and she undid the strings at the bodice. Her breasts were tight and heavy; both nipples were hard and swollen. The skin was sensitive to the touch of the fabric as it moved across her skin. She pushed the panels of lace away, allowing Brad the opportunity to see what she’d been hiding under sweaters, blouses and jackets.

She cleared her throat when he whispered again words that told of her beauty. “I love you,” he added, as she licked her lips and began to lift the gossamer fabric away.

Time seemed to stop as each one of them looked upon the other. Brad saw the ivory skin of his wife; the pink nipples of her breasts, the trimmed hairs of her sex and the long lean legs that would soon be wrapped around him. It took a lifetime for him to breathe as she stood there, waiting for some sign that he was pleased. Words were spoken, but the sound of them were lost and would not be found – ever. Kara was deaf to whatever sounds were fluttering about the room; she moved closer and at the same time they reached out to one another.

“Wow,” Brad said before he kissed her. Her smile was lost in the touch of their mouths meeting. Their tongues again were dancing with each other. The muscles slid in and out, curling and rolling, as their naked bodies pressed together.

The curly hairs of Brad’s chest tickled and scratched at Kara’s breasts. Her nipples ached and unknowingly she rubbed herself harder into him. Brad’s hands moved up and down her back, cupped the back of her head, then moved to slide along the back of her ass. He pulled her up and gathered her into his arms. “Wrap your legs around my hips,” he told her. She did so and soon he was carrying her over to the bed.

When they reached the side, he lowered her to the soft coverings and pressed kisses to her forehead, before covering her lips again with his. The kiss was harder, filled with more pressure and hotter desire. Moans of want and arousal bubbled up from both of them as he guided her back to the mattress; soon Kara lay on her back, her hands moving to cover her chest and sex. Brad allowed her to hide what she wanted, but knew eventually she would forget about shielding herself from him.

The mattress sagged as she settled herself on the bed. She watched her husband move so he could position himself slightly above her. His mouth came down and she kissed him. It was a quick kiss; soon he was gone. His lips moved away from hers. Brad began to lick and touch her shoulders with his tongue and teeth. He then moved to her collar bone and down to the dip between her breasts. She felt his hands moving along her ribcage; her body shifted slightly at the touch that caused a quick tickle to dance up her spine. He apologized and she giggled, before she stilled. His mouth lay against the curve of her right breast.

Brad nuzzled her fingers; kissed the tips and slowly used his mouth and nose to coax away the palm of her hand. He licked around the edge of her nipple, teasing the ridged flesh that had grown tight. The hard nub, was soon encased between his lips; its tip bathed by the gentle swishing of his tongue. He heard her gasp. The sound was all the encouragement he needed. He opened his mouth and took a more knowing hold on the delicate flesh. The suckling motion was one that alternated between gentle and aggressive. He learned what she liked; listened to the sounds she made and felt the way her body responded.

Kara wasn’t sure what to say or do as her husband lavished her with attention. Her hands fell away; her arms felt like lead. She lay there trying to catch her breath as Brad moved from one tit to the other. He licked, bit, and kissed his way around both globes, until she was writhing. He told her how delicious her skin was and how much he loved her and wanted her. She took a deep breath and caught the musky scent of her sex. Another blush of pink covered her skin. Her body felt hot and yet she shivered at the touch of her husband’s hand moving down to the soft curls of her pussy.

She taken great care in trimming away the thick curls of her sex. Her sister had told her she could either keep the curls, trim them, or do away with them completely. She’d chosen to keep a small patch, not knowing what Brad would prefer. It was a topic she hadn’t covered with him. She promised to ask him later — much later, right now she had to focus on breathing.

Brad moved slowly down the length of Kara’s body. He took time exploring her skin, touching her with his fingertips, his nails, and the tip of his nose. When he reached her belly button he made sure to tease the center, making his wife giggle and push at him with her palms. She pushed downward, an unspoken need sending signals to her body to force his actions.

He looked up, caught her gaze and drifted down the final inches it took to reach the top of her sex. The look she sent him was mixed and he couldn’t truly read them; he chose instead canlı kaçak bahis to look at the soft tendrils that curled against her skin. A sigh fell from her lips – relief perhaps – he wondered, but didn’t ask. Instead Brad began to kiss the top of her pussy, then the lips. He dipped his tongue against the hooded flesh, rolled it back and forth, then lapped slowly at the inner skin.

“Oh God,” Kara whispered. Her legs fell apart, giving him another inch or two of space. He told her again how wonderful she tasted. His tongue moved further down, toying with the hole and seeking some of the moisture that was pooling at the edge. He drank what she offered and dove in for more.

The initial invasion of Brad’s mouth on her pussy made goosebumps rise up and cover Kara’s skin. Instinctively her hips rolled forward and she offered her body to her husband. She felt one of Brad’s hands slide under her ass, while the other slipped over her pussy and opened her. Her body bucked upward as he pushed his tongue deeper into her sex. In and out the muscle moved, coaxing more fluids from her. She felt sloppy and overly aroused. Concern flooded her mind. Perhaps the moistness would be more than normal. She worried and fretted, but soon words of adoration spoken by him finally reached her brain and she calmed.

He slipped one finger into the tight entrance and began to slowly fuck her. Curling the tip of his digit, allowed him to scratch at the fleshy wall and tease the ridges of flesh that were blanketed with juice. Brad dined on the virgin mound, embracing the scent that coated him whenever he came up for air. She was slick, hot, delicious, and more than enough woman for him. He devoured her, gently at first, but soon her thrashing drove him to act more vigorously. Her name was ripped from his chest. His cock demanded attention and he knew she was begging for something more, something deeper that only he could provide.

Brad was not ignorant to the fact that he knew once he left the apex of her sex and covered her body with his, that Kara would become still and frozen with both apprehension and curiousness. He moved swiftly, but not so fast as to cause fear to rear its ugly head.

“Ready baby?” he asked. His cock was held firmly in his hand. His breath was lodged in his throat. Brad waited for her to grant him permission to take the one gift she had to offer him at that moment.

“Yes,” she told him; her voice was shaky and her face paled slightly. He smiled, covered her mouth with his and kissed her while pushing his dick into the tight channel of her sex.

Kara’s body stiffened at the penetration of her husband’s cock and the scent and taste of her pussy’s juices. The fullness of his member was lost as were the examinations her taste buds and senses wanted to dwell on. A small knowing prick of pain seemed to swell up inside her. He pushed deeper; she winced, and bit down on the inside of her mouth, but only nodded her head yes when he asked if she was okay. The length and girth of his rod seemed to complete her as he settled against her. She held him; her arms were wrapped around his back. Her legs tangled with his and she kept him still with the slightest touch of her hands on his shoulders.

Brad wanted to move. His whole being told him to pound away on the delicate woman that lay beneath him; he waited until he felt her shift and slowly relax. The tenderness was still there; he could see it on her face, but he also knew that with practice came perfection and the tenderness would subside until eventually it would disappear.

He eased a few inches out, then slipped back in, allowing her to adjust herself when she felt the need. In time his pace quickened. He heard her moan and grunt in approval. Brad felt his balls tightened and cursed that he would come too soon. He knew for her it would take more time to experience the same explosion of release that he was about to receive. As his cum shot out, coating his better half with slick hot cream, he promised he’d make sure she found heaven sometime that evening.

Kara wasn’t sure if Brad was finished or not. She lay there while his breathing pattern changed and his words became more intelligible. Her sister had told her that her first time would border between bliss and frustration, but the more she and Brad did “it” the more she would be able to experience joy and pleasure. She even promised that soon she’d be screaming his name and cursing him at the same time. Kara had doubted it, but now as she lay under her husband who was dragging in deep gulps of air, she wondered how true her words had been.

When Brad moved away, his cock fell against her thigh. She looked down and apologized for the mess. He shook his head and told her there was nothing wrong. As he disappeared into the bathroom, she quickly looked around for something to wipe herself off with. Blood and moisture from her sex, along with the semen from her husband slipped down her thigh. The sound of the tap water running in the sink made her smile. Brad soon appeared with a wet wash cloth and a towel in his hand. He wiped at the proof of her innocence, then left again to take care of himself. When he returned Kara had removed the top cover from the bed and laid back the remaining linens. She climbed in and welcomed him into her arms.

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