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On occasion my wife will leave town for the weekend. She’ll go away with her best friend and shop, visit friends, go to Chip ‘N’ Dale’s or what ever it is women do when the get together and gout of town. I always get excited when she leaves. No, I’m not cheating on her, or a closet homosexual. My fantasy is a bit more exotic then that. The minute I hear her car pull out in goes my favorite porn DVD: Big Titts and Bigger Dicks. Yes, I love transsexuals.

I live in a small town were everyone already knows to much of my dirty laundry so to let this one get out would be career and social suicide. Well that and the gay community is very small and I really doubt there is more then one transsexual in this city.

That doesn’t work to well because I’m extremely picky. Well maybe not extremely, her breasts don’t have to be huge. A handful will do. Her cock doesn’t have to be massive 5 inches is ok. But she can’t look mannish. That’s were I’m picky. She can’t look like a guy with breasts. Her arms diyarbakır escort can’t be bigger then mine. She has to be very feminine.

After watching movies form my secret stash for a few hours my balls were heavy and churning so I decided it was time to retire to the bedroom. My wife has a very thick eight-inch dildo in the toy box. I decided that it should satisfy my hungry ass quite well. I got a picture in my head a hot large breasted eight in Asian girl. And I started sucking on her cock like a porn star. Bobbing up and down on the dildo getting it good and slobbery. My balls were starting to ache so I tied on my rubber cock rings. One ring went around my cock and balls and the other nice and tight around my cock. I lied on my back and slapped a big dollop of lube on my rectum.

I started inching in the huge cock. Picturing that gorgeous Asian girl and her tits swinging above me as she worked her cock into my ass. It took some work but I edirne escort finally took it all thick eight. It was bliss. Complete ecstasy. I didn’t even touch my cock for at least twenty minutes, that fat cock gliding in and out of my hungry ass. Stretching me filling me to new limits. My cock raged turning purple, as veins were so large they looked like they were ready to burst.

Bondage is another of my fetishes well that didn’t have much to do with what I did next as much as wanting that big Asian cock in my ass deeper and deeper. I grabbed the belt to my bathrobe hanging near by. I tied one end to my ankle ran it behind my head and tied it to my other ankle. This held my legs way up tin the air and allowed my to ride that dildo even deeper. Every movement that big plastic head was rubbing my prostate. I sunk it in deep. As deep as I could take it and I held it there. I squeezed all around that huge cock. I could barely keep form cumming. Precum was oozing form edirne escort bayan my cock like a leaky faucet.

With one hand I held that cock. This mind-blowing tranny girl in my mind. Fucking away at my ass. With the other I started working over my cock. It didn’t take long before my balls were tight and heavy with cum. The thing about the way my legs were in the air it tilted my head. My cock was no more then four inches from my face.

I worked over my cock jerking in rhythm with the dildo I was riding. Picturing these huge Asian tits in my face. I accidentally bumped the base of the dildo. I didn’t know it but I vibrated. That was it, I exploded. Thick streams of thick hot cum spit from my cock. And it exploded al over my face and in to my moaning mouth. I collapsed the dildo slipped out of me with a “pop”. My body was tingly I had never had an orgasm like that before. I lay there for a few minutes before I had the strength to bend my legs enough to untie them. I went to bed just like that, cum all over my face. I felt so sexy and sluty at the same time.

I had the balls to tell my wife about my fantasy. She actually like the idea and said she might think about a threesome but, I couldn’t have my own girlfriend if I want going to share. I’ll keep you posted on that situation.

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It was late at night, and Beth lay in her bed unable to sleep. As she continued to lie there her mind turned, like it often did, to sex. She imaged one of her co-workers lying on top of her, penetrating her deeply and bringing her to orgasm. Beth wasn’t an unattractive woman, but the man she was thinking of never really seemed interested. Beth was medium height, and had light brown hair, down to just above her shoulders matching her hazel eyes. She always considered her C cup breasts her best assets, but they didn’t seem to interest the one person she wished they would.

Beth began to get wet between her legs as she caressed her breasts and stomach imagining it was him. She tugged at her nipples roughly under her pyjamas, as a previous boyfriend had done, pretending that it wasn’t her who was doing it. She thought more about having a large penis penetrating her. Beth often masturbated with two fingers and sometimes with three, but she loved the feeling of being penetrated with something larger.

Beth was getting quite hot by now, and she knew that she was never going to get to sleep feeling as horny as she did. Beth needed something inside her, to fill her pussy, but without a man there was not much chance of that happening. She began thinking of the dildos that she had looked at in an online sex shop. She had never dared buy one, in case her flatmate had been the one to pick up the mail, and had found out what it was. She began looking around her room for simple shaped objects that she could use as a toy. After some use of her imagination she came up çorum escort with no ideas.

After some more thought she remembered that she had seen a picture on the net of a girl with a carrot inside her pussy. At the time she was disgusted with the idea, but now as horny as she was she longed for something, anything, inside her. She knew she had some carrots in the kitchen, and quickly scurried to get one, making sure to keep quiet so her flatmate didn’t hear her. She opened the fridge and grabbed the bag of carrots. She left the door open to light her search for a suitable toy. Her heart was pounding at the thought of having a sex toy of her own. She searched through, getting increasingly excited. As she looked from carrot to carrot she imaged what it would feel like inside her. After careful deliberation she selected a carrot approximately 9 inches long, and about an inch and a half thick. The carrot remained quite thick until near the tip, making it more of a cylindrical shape. She put the rest of the bag in the fridge, then quickly scurried back to her room.

Beth shut the door to her room, took her pyjama bottoms off, and jumped into bed. She felt the carrot in her hand, sliding her fingers up and down the shaft. She felt between her legs, and realised that she was wetter than she had thought. Her fingers slipped easily into her, as teased her pussy for a few moments, knowing what was coming next. She left her fingers pushed deep into her pussy as she circling her clit with her forefinger of her other hand. She could feel denizli escort her pussy getting wetter and she withdrew her fingers.

She grasped the carrot by the thicker end and placed it against the entrance of her pussy. She was breathing heavily, and her mind was spinning. She lightly began pushing, the head of the carrot entering her pussy easily. She pushed it in at a stead speed, and as the shaft slid further into her, she felt her vaginal muscles tightening around her toy. She still pushed in steadily, the width of the carrot was now causing Beth’s pussy to ache slightly. As the carrot reached half way inside her the length that Beth had chosen was starting to become apparent. She closed her eyes and imaged a cock pushing deep into her. She continued pushing, as she felt herself becoming intensely filled. The width was making her pussy stretch deep inside her, and the feeling was driving her wild. Her pussy finally reached it’s limited, and Beth held the intrusion at the point it entered her. She slowly withdrew it, gasping lightly as she did so. She held the carrot up in front of her, glistening by her bedside light. She estimated proudly from where her fingers were that she had at least 7 inches in her.

She moved the carrot down to her pussy and drove it in a little more quickly this time, gasping as she did so. As the carrot reached the same point as last time Beth began lightly applying a little more pressure, driving it deeper inside. She estimated with her fingers that she had gained another inch, before düzce escort she was happy with her progress. Beth moved her hand to her clitoris, circling it lightly. She left the intrusion in her pussy whilst she did so, enjoying being filled as she stimulated her clitoris. She reached down with her free hand and felt the base of the carrot protruding out of her pussy. She tapped against the end of it, making it move around slightly inside her.

Still teasing her clit with one hand she grasped around the base of the carrot tightly, and began slowly working it in and out of herself. The tightness of her pussy made it difficult, but her excitement was growing rapidly, and the carrot was slippery with her juices. She slid her new toy until it was about half way out and then pushed it back in quickly, causing her to make an audible ‘ahh’. Beth was nearing orgasm and she began working on her clit furiously, whilst pushing the carrot in and out of herself more quickly. Her body began to spasm, and she pushed and pulled the carrot as hard as she could as her muscles contracted around her pretend cock. She came hard, and pushed the carrot into herself firmly before clasping it in by closing her legs. She quietly moaned uncontrollable as the orgasm washed over her. Her fingers still reached down to her clit, which she continued caressing until she relaxed.

After a few moments of thought, she opened her legs and withdrew the carrot from her pussy. She had fucked herself with it quite furiously, and her pussy ached with the size of the intrusion. Unsure what to do with the carrot, which was now covered in her juices, she wrapped it in tissues and hid it under her bed. She would deal with it in the morning, she though. Beth quickly put her pyjama bottoms back on, and after turning off the light was soon asleep. She felt quite tired, after her workout.

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She had suspected for a long time but had never had the courage to confront him. She had always been willing to try anything sexually, but she could never quite put her finger on where all his new ideas came from. Was he never satisfied? Was she enough? For her it was about the emotion but for him it had always seemed more about the act. Not that she was complaining. She loved sex and was happy to oblige his every whim. It was not until she found his confession letter that he had accidentally left unattended that she began to understand him. She was shocked. She was surprised. She was aroused. This is what she found.

He wrote: It has been said that confession is good for the soul. Expressing your thoughts on paper can be liberating, so they say. I am not sure who exactly I write this for or if anyone else will ever see this. Confessions take on their own energy as they play out. There is no preconception of plot or plan, just the truth of the moment. It is interesting to see what comes out of us when we decide to be the most honest with our self.

Finally, I am alone. Finally, I can breathe. Finally, I can find a way to meet my desires. It is what I have thought about most of the day. Sex. Cum. Orgasm. Intensity. It consumes me, and I love it.

I have looked through hundreds of sites and watched hundreds of videos, each one demanding that I search more and more. The variety of categories expand and the need to find a sharper edge pushes me. I am straight, yet I find myself intrigued by the library of bi MMF before me. I am rather shy, but cannot take my eyes away from video after video of sex and masturbation in public. I cherish my marriage with my wife, but am aroused by the filming of a wife taking a BBC while the husband watches. I am usually in control, but the sight of a woman pegging a man into submission makes me hard. I am respectful of youth, but I keep being drawn to 18 year old young breasts and shaved pussies that are so freely over bitlis escort sexual and yet at the same time so innocent. I cannot break away from the sight of a woman masturbating and at the same time I wish she knew that I am doing the same watching her. What will it be today?

I wish I could be more honest with myself and those around me. I wish I could just come out and admit my frailties. But that is part of the aura, part of the draw. This I do in secret, hiding it from everyone and also from the part of me that does not want to admit my lack of control. But I don’t want control. I want to be driven to deeper and deeper addiction. I love to be put on edge and constantly search for another surge of intensity. I have found that I like to watch pain and its effect on pleasure. The raw sexuality of a DP that excites her or the hard anal that controls her goes beyond explanation. I want to be tied up and be edged to completion. I want to dominate and force my cock down her throat. I want it all. I not only want it, I need it. What will it be today?

History has told me it really doesn’t matter what the impulse of the day will be, as long as it is an impulse. As long as I feel the blood flow. As long as my heart beats faster. As long as I feel that first drop of precum. As long as I feel the skin of my cock stretch fully. I long to play yet another Cock Hero game and stroke on command. I want to cum at 0 after a cum countdown. I want to follow every instruction on every JOI video by every woman telling me exactly what to do.

I love the pure sex of porn. The lust in the action. The primal need to cum in all of us. I want to see it in others and wish others could see it in me. I love to cum. I love the desire of a woman wanting to give the perfect blow job. I love the groans and moans that cannot be controlled. I love the power that the female body has over me. I love getting hard. Masturbation can feel so good, so empowering. bolu escort I cannot seem to get enough. Confessing all this to you arouses me.

There are so many facets to my sexual desires, and I am sometimes surprised where I find myself. I find myself looking at things I never dreamed of and find myself surprised by how they arouse me. This addiction makes me feel alive. This addiction makes me feel intense. I like to feel that way. What will it be today?

I have gone a little further today, always in pursuit of something new. Today I will view my porn with a prostate massager delicately placed to perfection. Eight settings. Unlimited intensities. Just up my line. I will couple this new sensation with something on the loud side since I have a good pair of headphones close by. Loud orgasmic wives should do the trick for me today and allow me to project my wife into the scenes. I wish she was louder but I will let this video woman fill the loudness void. The massager is doing its trick with this new sensation radiating through my groin as I watch a wife thoroughly engrossed in the cock she is receiving. She loudly lauds the fucker’s abilities and the size of his cock. I move a little trying to get my prostate into full play and it is working. I change to a new vibration pattern, one that is more intense. I move my hips with rhythm to fully engage my prostate.

Once again my timing is spot on as I manage my first prostate orgasm just as she screams in her own ecstasy. I cum not even touching my cock and I come hard. It lasts and lasts and I now have a considerable cleanup job in front of me. All things have worked with a purpose and that purpose is me cumming. Success feels good. This will require a shower as I am covered in cum and lube. I absolutely crave the feeling. There is much more cum than usual and the orgasm lasted longer. The intensity was spectacular. I work to clean everything up rather quickly all the burdur escort time making mental notes to be sure all the bases have been covered and all the evidence put in its place. I have had my secret addiction all to myself for so long that I wonder out loud why would I make a stupid mistake and not cover my tracks now. I never want to give this up. Even this hurriedness adds to the excitement. Have you ever felt like I do?

My time is almost up. The others will be home soon and I will be left once again wanting more. It is a feeling that will stay with me throughout the day and well into the night. I do not want that feeling to leave me. I want more intensity. I need more intensity. Plain and simple I want more sex. I wonder how many more are like me. Maybe their stories would provide the intensity I crave and would let me know that I am not alone in my addiction. Have you ever felt the way I feel?

I do feel liberated by my confession. There is a lightness that comes when we express what is deep inside of us. It helps with the fear that others will judge or condemn us when we can declare who we really are with all our imperfections. Confession is good for the soul. The end for now.

She looked away from the confession to gather her thoughts. She began to read it over and over again. She could have felt insecure but instead she was energized. She wondered how she could be part of his expression of sex. She wanted him more than ever and wanted to share with him every aspect of his sex. She felt free. Now she could confess her desire to explore another woman. She could tell him she had desires for the neighbor’s cock. She could give the details about how she masturbates regularly thinking about a threesome. His confession would turn into her liberation as well. The possibilities were endless. It was time to explore. They had a lot of sexual ground to cover. There is no time like the present to begin. This will be exciting.

Quickly she grabbed a paper and pen. She was overpowered by the need she felt to write her own confessions. She did not want to hold any desires back. It was going to be an amazing journey as they had the chance to put honest sexuality at the forefront of their relationship. What a wild ride was ahead.

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Anna was quite alone. There was nobody in the house, but even so the door to the bedroom was locked. The window was shut and latched, the blinds drawn, the curtains shut over the blinds. The lights were off, and the digital alarm clock on the table was turned over so that it wouldn’t light up the room with its red display. Anna was quite alone in the dark with her thoughts and her body. She thought of being watched.

She lounged on a neatly-made bed, on top of the covers so that her imaginary audience could see her nakedness, for she was stark nude. Chestnut curls rippled over ivory shoulders with nobody to see. Her long white limbs stretched luxuriously across the bedspread for nobody’s benefit but her own. But in her mind, there were eyes on her. She could feel their gaze as surely as she felt the cool air of the bedroom on her body. The corner, by the door; yes, that was where he would be standing, her unseen lover, arms folded, leaning casually against the wall with his dark eyes on her.

She blushed, alone there in the dark. What she was doing felt silly. But she abandoned herself to the fantasy, and allowed herself to feel sexy and powerful. She posed, hands behind her head, legs lazily crossed, one finger twirling a brown curl of hair. bursa escort Though the room was completely dark, she could imagine the grin that would spread across his face, and the rapidly stiffening bulge in his neatly-pressed pants. She laughed out loud at the thought, then arched her back and brought her right hand around to cup one plump breast. Her other hand wandered further south, and she was startled at her own wetness. She smiled wide, blew a self-conscious kiss into the darkness, and began to do something very private.

Her hands and legs trembled a little as she played — stage fright, even in this empty room with only her imaginary lover to see. But of course that didn’t stop her; the half-frightened embarrassment she felt was exactly what she wanted. She felt the unseen eyes as powerfully as if she had a real audience, and her body responded as it usually did to this fantasy, with an aching tidal wave of lust. She wouldn’t think of indulging the fantasy in real life — she didn’t even like making love with the lights on — but here, in the safety of darkness and solitude, she could loosen up somewhat. And for a woman as shy as Anna, the mere fantasy of being watched was enough to make her shiver. She struggled çanakkale escort against the shyness while secretly reveling in it, wallowing in it at the same time. She writhed and posed in the ways that most embarrassed her, and made her feel the most beautiful and wanton. The two feelings were one.

Her freshly-shaven cunt felt good beneath her fingers, and her fingers certainly felt good on her cunt. She spread her legs as far apart as she could, to allow the man in her mind to get the best possible view. She felt his desire for her clear across the room, communicated in some occult way by his stare, and struggled not to come — even now, the thought of coming in front of this invisible audience unnerved her — but it was a losing battle. While half of her cringed and blushed in profound embarrassment, her other half eagerly indulged itself. Her ears and cheeks burned cardinal red, but between her legs eight thousand nerve endings were singing in harmony.

The fingers of her right hand, stroking her clit in tight, firm circles, were soaked and rapidly pruning. The fingers of her left hand grasped and kneaded at her left breast. Her back arched involuntarily, and she allowed herself to moan aloud in çankırı escort the empty room. She was close. In a final seductive flourish for the audience in her mind, she pushed the generous flesh of her left breast up to her mouth and easily tasted her own nipple — a move that past lovers had found powerfully erotic, but which usually just made her feel silly. It didn’t make her feel silly now. She quite enjoyed having her nipples bitten and played with, but it wasn’t for her. It was for him, the unseen lover who waited in the corner, his eyes beating down on her soft body like the sun in August.

It didn’t take long. Lost in her fantasy world, her orgasm seemed to sneak up on her, so that her legs seemed to clinch together of their own accord a moment before she realized she was coming. Then it burst upon her all at once, a million volts of pleasure racing from her clit to her brain. She heard gasping and whimpering, and only realized afterward that these sounds had issued from her own mouth. It was all too much, the sensation was overwhelming, but her fingers worked with a life of their own and she had no choice but to ride it out.

When it passed, she found herself blinking alone in the darkness, face burning as if with fever, thighs soaked, and a delicious warm feeling of comfort and tension released spreading through her body with her groin at its epicenter. The man in the corner, his purpose fulfilled, was gone. Anna lay there for several minutes, basking in her satisfaction, and before she knew it had drifted off to sleep.

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Anna stood at the kitchen sink, doing the dreaded chore of the dishes. It was going to be a long weekend, Memorial Day, the start of summer. Her daughter Gretchen was going to have her best friend Lucy over for the weekend. So Anna knew that she needed to have the house prepared for the guest, even though Lucy was a regular at the house.

It was Gretchen’s birthday weekend. She was turning eighteen. Lucy had turned eighteen earlier in the spring, back in February. Anna wasn’t entirely sure what plans the two girls had, but she assumed that most of those plans would not involve being at the house much.

She sighed; she was not looking forward to being an empty nester. It would be worse being a single mother, now on her own without Gretchen there for company. She was only forty-four, having gotten pregnant right out of college to a man who proved to be nothing but disappointing. After the divorce she had been a fierce protector of her daughter, and she was already struggling with the loss of her prime reason for living. And that left a lot of other thoughts to creep into her mind.

She shook her head as the vision of Lucy once again appeared there. The young woman had been at the house nearly every weekend for the past two years. Lucy was also from a broken home, but she loathed her mother and adored her father, and most of the weekends were to be spent with the mother – therefore they were spent at Anna’s home with Gretchen. It was probably not healthy, but considering that Gretchen was the product of a broken home as well, it was probably understandable.

Lucy was trending a little towards plump. She had a soft, rounded belly already, and thick thighs and big, heavy, pendulous breasts. Although she had never seen the young woman naked, she had inadvertently spotted her in bras while changing. Anna and Gretchen were similar – tall, lean and small-breasted, so having that more softly, supple, womanly body was something Anna had always longed for.

Just as she finished up, the door burst open. The girls were bubbly and excited and talking non-stop. That was not unusual.

“Happy birthday, Lucy,” Anna said warmly. She got the small package from the counter and gave it to the birthday girl.

“Oh, Ms C!” Lucy exclaimed. “You didn’t need to do that!” she said.

Anna laughed. “Of course I did. You’ve been like my second daughter for all these years!” Lucy opened it rather greedily and then embraced Anna tightly upon seeing the gift of a good bottle of perfume. Anna had gotten a raise and bonus at work; it was not enough to fix every one of her problems, but it had certainly made life a bit easier of late. Splurging on her daughter’s best friend was a natural thing for her to do.

After the exchange, the girls ran off. They had plans that evening to meet a bunch of fellow high school seniors to do whatever it was that kids did these days. The girls were in the house for about an hour, then left as they were off for the night.

Anna, after ensuring the kitchen was clean, retired to her den for a little bit of reading. The book that she was currently reading was intelligently erotic, and she had spent the past several nights reading it slowly as she tended to do, building up her own arousal slowly until it was time to go to bed.

Since hitting forty, she had been plagued by an incessant arousal. It happened all of the time and in curious spots. At work, the much-younger handsome sales rep who moved with such fluid grace that Anna could only imagine what his hips would be like in bed. Or the equally fluid new secretary who sat at the front with almost impossibly large boobs. Anna had not really felt a woman-to-woman attraction since her hedonistic college days.

It must be her books, she decided. She had no sex life to speak of, unless you counted using her array of vibrators as a sex life. So she borrowed the spicy books and fell into those worlds and savored them all, whether it was the typical romance of a woman being saved by a big strong man, or whether it was a submissive girl learning her place at the hand of a strong dominant. She always identified with the submissive girl. Lately and in this book in particular, the confident, mature executive woman was slowly being seduced by the young headstrong woman whom the executive had hired. The plot was predictable; Anna already knew that the executive would soon be serving the young vixen. She did not care that it was predictable; it was well-written and it made her pussy tingle with excitement. That was enough for her.

By nine that night, the book’s contents had moved her to such a point that she feared that upon standing, she would see a wet spot on her comfortable reading chair. She had never quite been so aroused by a book like this – the young vixen was steadily corrupting the older executive, turning the executive into all manner of slut for the young dominant woman. Anna so powerfully identified with the older executive – she had many things in common with the character – bayburt escort that it was impossible not to put herself into those same positions.

Begging for orgasms. Licking the vixen’s unshaved pussy for hours. Collared and leashed and made to crawl around the vixen’s bedroom as proof of her submission. How easily Anna saw all of it in her mind, and how wet it made her pussy! She stood and did a quick glance at her seat and sighed in relief when the wetness soaking her panties did not make it all the way through her shorts and onto the chair’s fabric.

She climbed the stairs to go to her bedroom. The latest scene was the vixen denying the mature woman her orgasms. Anna decided to play along and slipped into her silky pajamas and slipped her fingers under the loose elastic of her waist and used her fingers to dance over her soaked pussy. The organ reacted immediately to the self-touch, sending wave upon wave of pleasure rippling through her body. She moaned softly as she brought herself to the edge of orgasm, and moaned deeper when she played in the mind of the main character and had the stimulation pulled away.

She edged herself three more times that evening. Around eleven she slipped into a fitful sleep, tossing and turning in her bed. The coursing arousal left her leaking and feeling a deep sense of throbbing. It was probably good that she was alone, she thought. It would not take much right now for someone to make her fall to her knees…

She woke with a start around 1AM. She sat up and looked around wildly; the need to urinate was strong but she didn’t know where the kids were. But the bathroom was more pressing, and she did her business quickly before padding down the hall to Gretchen’s room. She flicked the hall light on and opened the door, peering inside. She saw a body under the covers, rising and falling rhythmically, and sighed some relief. She turned the light off, and descended the steps to get a glass of water.

She did not expect to see Lucy in the kitchen, and uttered a startled squawk of fear. Then, she pressed her hand to her chest, exclaiming “Oh my god, Lucy, you scared me!”

The teenager smiled. “Sorry that I was raiding your fridge,” Lucy apologized. She flicked a light on as Anna walked into the kitchen. Anna clearly saw Lucy’s eyes sweep her body from head to toes, and for a scant second show a look of surprise, before her eyes drilled into Anna’s lower body.

Anna felt a thrill of foreboding. She must have leaked through her satin pajama bottoms and the wetness was still visible. The knowledge that the young woman in front of her now knew that she was sexually aroused suddenly supercharged her arousal. She went from being perfectly fine to desperately needy in the blink of an eye.

“Excuse me,” Anna said and stepped to Lucy’s side, opening the fridge. Lucy smirked as she stepped aside, and Anna’s gaze lingered on the young woman’s face for a trifle too long. She looked in the fridge for her jug of water, and inadvertently did a pose where her ass was sticking out.

“Did you pee your pants?” Lucy giggled.

That jerked Anna upright, spinning her around between the fridge and the opened door. “What?” she gasped. “No!”

Lucy smirked again. “Then I guess you are one…wet…bitch,” she said slowly.

Anna’s mouth fell open and she felt her heart skip several beats. “Wh-what?” she stammered.

Lucy stepped forward again, her eyes boring into Anna’s. “I thought I spoke pretty clearly. Either you pissed your silky drawers or you are one wet bitch. Now which is it?”

“Lucy!” Anna said, but her voice lacked any power. And it warbled.

“Keep your hands where they are,” Lucy warned. She stepped close. Boldly she reached out and pressed the palm of her hand to Anna’s crotch.

Anna knew what she felt. The heat and wetness had quite literally exploded in her body at being caught and called out in such a manner. “Oh my god, you are so fucking wet, what have you been doing all night?” Lucy asked softly. She pressed hard against Anna’s pussy. “Answer me!” she hissed but in a whisper.

“I I I…” Anna stammered. Her heart thudded, and that hand on her pussy felt so fucking good. Her hips twitched.

Lucy clearly felt that and her smirk broadened. “Answer my question,” she demanded.

Anna had to swallow hard. “I…I was…um…I was…” she stammered. Anna’s face had never felt that hot, she knew it was a fire engine red.

“You were what?” Lucy demanded. She pressed her hand to Anna’s wet pussy again and got a low moan from Anna.

“I was touching myself!” Anna blurted out.

“Did you cum?” Lucy asked.

“No!” Anna cried. “I didn’t – that’s why I’m so wet – oh my god please stop touching me,” she begged.

“No, I don’t think I will,” Lucy said and again pressed harder. “That’s one wet cunt you have Ms C,” Lucy said.

At the crude word choice, Anna’s face winced and her eyes closed. “Nooooo,” she moaned, but her body betrayed her bilecik escort and twitched hard again.

Lucy nudged her hand a little. “Maybe I’ll make you fuck my hand. Isn’t that what you want? To rub your slutty clit on my fingers?”

Even while Anna moaned “Nooooo” again, her hips gave a vastly different answer. They moved, pressing down into the younger woman’s hand and making herself feel great pleasure.

“My god,” Lucy chuckled. “You’re a slutty one, aren’t you?”

“No,” Anna managed to reply weakly. “Nooooo,” she repeated, still weak.

“I think you are. I think that you’re definitely slutty,” Lucy said. “Should I take my hand away?”

“No!” Anna said sharply.

“So you are slutty?” she grinned.

“Mmmm ohhhhh ummmmmm,” Anna stammered incomprehensibly.

Lucy pulled her hand back, snatching Anna’s wrist in her grip. Anna could not pull away from that grip. Lucy tugged and Anna came forward, and Lucy turned Anna into the corner of the kitchen. She languidly closed the fridge door and then stepped forward. Though Lucy was shorter, she was definitely girthier, and Anna knew that there was no escaping this moment.

Lucy’s hand reached out and again pressed to Anna’s wet crotch. “I want to hear you say that you’re a slutty bitch!” Lucy said.

Anna’s eyes flicked to the ceiling, knowing that Gretchen’s bedroom was right above her.

“Worried about Gretchen?” Lucy said and pressed her hand hard to Anna’s body. “You should worry about me now!” she snapped.

“I’m a slutty bitch, I’m a slutty bitch, I’m a slutty bitch!” Anna whispered, rapidly, one sentence after the other, barely no space between the words.

“Seems like right now that you’re MY slutty bitch, aren’t you?” Lucy said as her hand wiggled and moved against Anna’s needy sex.

“Oh goooodddddddd,” Anna moaned softly.

“Say it!” Lucy said, pressing hard for a moment, then quickly drawing her hand away and bringing it back down in a light impact. The impact of the slap sent a shockwave through Anna, and she barely managed to bite back the scream, but could not bite back the deep moan.

“I’m your slutty bitch!” Anna gasped.

“Have you ever eaten pussy?” Lucy demanded to know.

“Y-yes,” Anna stammered.

Lucy’s eyes widened in shocked surprise. But she said nothing, the moment passing quickly. “That’s good, I hope you haven’t forgotten how!” she recovered nicely. “Take my shorts off!” she barked the order at Anna.

“Sshhhhhh,” Anna hissed coldly. “You wake her up, I’ll never allow you to stay here again,” Anna leaned forward. “Wet pussy or not, that’s one thing I’ll not compromise on,” she snarled.

“Fine.” Lucy’s face softened. “Okay, I’ll stay quiet, okay?” she asked. Anna nodded curtly. “Now take my shorts off!” Lucy said without quite the same timbre in her voice.

Anna squatted as the eighteen year old turned around. Of course the giant PINK was emblazoned over her ass, and that was a firm, chubby ass. Having seen enough porn lately to know that Lucy’s body would have been jerkoff fodder for any number of boys, and probably a few girls, she slid her hands up and began to slowly uncover the teen’s smooth, pert, bare ass. Anna stared; she’d not been this close to a woman’s ass in at least nineteen years. She licked her lips, hoping that she’d remember how to satisfy a woman.

She drew them down and down, and the scent of Lucy’s arousal hit her nose. Anna stifled moaning, but she so badly wanted to. If the two of them had been alone…

“Okay, my slutty bitch,” Lucy said as her voice had recovered to its past, commanding quality, “pucker up and kiss my ass and ask me if you can lick my pussy!”

Anna swallowed. She recalled how the fictional executive in a similar scenario had felt, the whirling of emotions and fears yet overriding all was that heart-pounding arousal. This was going to be fun, and pressing her lips into the ass of the younger domme would smart, but it would smart worse to not see the scene through to it’s conclusion. So she leaned forward, her lips compressed into the tight “o” of a pucker, and pressed them to Lucy’s warm, smooth buttocks. “May I please lick your pussy?”

“Do the other cheek,” Lucy said.

Anna complied, kissing the other cheek. “May I please lick your pussy?”

Lucy’s arousal betrayed her; she spun quickly and braced herself into the corner of the kitchen cabinetry. Now with her body facing Anna, and her legs spread, the full power of Lucy’s arousal hit her nose. The young lass was now dripping wet. “I will make you cum, Lucy,” Anna promised her.

“You better, you slutty bitch,” Lucy breathed softly.

Anna marveled at how certain things just came back. Her memories were flooded by memories of her woman lovers back in college. How the clitoris was so easily stimulated, both by the tip of her tongue for a feather-light teasing touch, or how heavy pressure and slow movements would make lovers squirm for more. How the taste, bingöl escort and the creamy wetness, of a woman’s pussy held her in sway, wanting nothing more than gather more on her tongue, into her mouth. How her fingers on a woman’s thigh brought her pleasure, or if she wanted to delay an orgasm, keep her in place. Anna smiled; for as dominant as Lucy was overall, in this moment she was a slave to her body’s needs as deeply and fully as Anna was.

The first lick was nothing short of explosive. Lucy smacked her hand over her mouth, clasping it hard, desperate to hold back a screech of arousal. Anna reveled in the taste once more, her tongue sliding out and sliding over smooth, wet flesh that reacted wildly from the passage of her tongue. The tip of her tongue, easily finding Lucy’s big, plump clitoris and teasing it, slipping it between her lips and sucking gently, hearing Lucy’s ragged inhales through her nose.

She glanced up, seeing the mask of pure pleasure on Lucy’s face. The teen had lifted her top, and was squeezing a big nipple topping her heavy, plump breast. She looked gorgeous – Anna loved men and women alike, but there was nothing as perfect as seeing a woman’s face during sexual ecstasy. She wanted to see more, and buried her mouth hard on Lucy’s quim, her eyes remaining on the teen’s face to watch her reaction.

It did not take long for Lucy’s breathing to get very uneven, with several catches in her throat, and those barely-stifled cries of pleasure coming from behind her self-gag of her hand. She looked down at Anna, her eyes shiny and unfocused, and nodded once. Anna picked up speed and added pressure, and then Lucy’s body stiffened hard for a second, then began to go through the fast cycle of hard muscular spasms as the orgasm wracked her. Anna watched as Lucy held onto the counter top with a grip tight enough to whiten her knuckles, and the young woman rode out the tsunami of her orgasmic wave until it became too much. She jerked, pulling back and nearly sending Anna tumbling to the floor as she sought to escape the overwhelming sensation in that post-orgasmic moment.

“S-stop,” Lucy commanded. “T-too much,” she whispered.

Anna could only smile and nod. Like her counterpart in the novel, she too felt her own pussy running wet and itching with a deep need, yet seeing the contentment on her young domme’s face also brought a deep satisfaction.

Lucy recovered quickly enough. “You’re good at that. You like eating pussy?” she asked, leering down.

“Yes, I do,” Anna said, biting off the desire to add “Mistress” to her phrase.

“Does it make your cunt leak?” Lucy asked.

Anna agreed smoothly that it did, but she saw the confusion in Lucy’s eyes. The youngster was naturally dominant, but wasn’t sure what to do next. “Would you like me to show you how wet I get?” Anna asked.

“Yeah. Yeah, do that,” Lucy said quickly.

“Would you like to watch me do it?” Anna asked as she slipped her fingers into her wet shorts and found her own clitoris with ease.

“Yeah, bend over and do it from between your legs,” Lucy directed next. But Anna still heard the weakness in her voice.

Anna knelt on the middle of her kitchen floor, and slid her sleepwear down to her ankles. She reached back and spread her pussy open with her fingers, showing the teen how wet she was. She began to rub her clitoris slowly, and quickly faster; she was too aroused to give Lucy much of a show.

Anna was secretly pleased that Lucy seemed in awe of the view. It did not take long before Anna bit on her own lower lip almost hard enough to draw blood as her own orgasm wracked her body. She sank down onto the floor, wanting to moan but knowing that she could not, and panted as the last vestiges of the orgasm ended.

Still Lucy was silent. Anna rolled over and looked up. Lucy had lost all of her command attitude; she was gazing in frank awe.

“That was hot,” she whispered. “All of it.”

Anna smiled as she stood, pulling her still-wet sleep bottoms up and covering herself. “Yes, it was, if very unexpected,” she added.

Lucy nodded. “Was I good?” she asked, the doubt now coming out.

Anna took a step forward and opened her arms; she was not surprised in the slightest when Lucy stepped into them and accepted the warm embrace. “You were magnificent,” Anna assured the youngster.

“That was my first time,” she admitted a moment later, her voice muffled as she had her face pressed into Anna’s chest. “Receiving,” she added.

“Have you ever given oral sex to another woman?” Anna wanted to know.

“No,” Lucy admitted. “I want to, though,” she added.

Anna released her and smiled, and took her hands. They stood there, clasped at their two hands. The confident older woman who was naturally submissive, and the natural dominant who lacked experience. Anna squeezed her hands. “You will, but you have to figure out on what terms you’re going to do it.”

“I can’t believe what I did to you,” she said. “I don’t know what came over me!”

“You’re naturally dominant, I think,” Anna judged. “Do you know what that means?”

“Not really.”

“You saw a situation and you seized control. Trust me,” Anna confided softly, “you made me run wetter than I’ve done in years, Lucy. YEARS,” she emphasized softly.

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Hazel stands at the door of her boyfriend, covered in Molly’s cum. She is just wearing a robe, and is in front of her boyfriend’s confused son.

Hazel thinks about her excuse to get the ball rolling on her demand from Molly.

“My shower cut out right as I was washing. I thought I could come here to finish off because I’m a state.”

Daryl laughs. “Yeah ofcourse, I’m just leaving to meet friends, but Skylar is there if you need anything. See you later.” He passes Hazel and leaves.

Hazel can’t fulfil Molly’s order. Daryl was away before she even got the chance to seduce him.

Hazel walks inside and sits on the couch.

She then texts Molly.

“Hi, he literally left as I got here. He left me in the house to shower because I told him my shower cut out. So it’s not done.x”

Molly replies “Ah well. Technically you didn’t do the command so the video of you sharing saliva with your sister is very close to being shared. Poor girl, ah well you have a house to yourself so may as well fuck yourself off. I’ll be nice and let you.”

Hazel replies “I can’t Skylar is here x.”

As soon as she sends the reply she feels panic beyond words. She knows exactly what reply is coming from Molly. She tries to go into the conversation to delete it, but Molly is already typing.

Molly continues typing and the reply comes through, causing Hazel’s stomach to drop. “Skylar being there actually makes it hotter. The daughter of your boyfriend, alone in the house with you, as you’re covered in girl cum. Could be a perfect opportunity to cum. You’ve proven you’re good at seducing pretty young things? Like my daughter for example? wink wink. Think of all the fun you could have with Skylar before Daryl gets back. Skylar is 20, hot and totally anyone’s type. An even thinner version of Kirsty basically. Go for it, before I change my mind about that video.”

Hazel replies, “I can’t, she absolutely hates me. I never see her because of how much of a cow she is to me. She’s a brat, and over confident, and a pure bitch. She will tell everyone!!! I can wait for Daryl if you want and continue with him?x”

Molly responds “Oh please, all the more reason to make her eat that pretty little pussy. A brat like her needs to be put in her place. And who said anything about her telling? You’ll make sure she keeps her mouth shut. You’re a smart girl, figure something out. Besides, waiting for Daryl is boring. I want you to fuck Skylar, now. Or that video goes public. The way I see it, there’s three endings to this. 1: Skylar is totally grossed out and takes the opportunity to tell everyone, including her dad, and humiliate you online for everyone to see. 2: You fuck Skylar shitless and she tells noone because of how much of a good fuck you are. 3: you do nothing and the video of you cumming on your sister goes viral, causing huge humiliation for you and your sister. I think you better make sure it’s option 2, no? x” She adds a winking emoji, knowing she has Hazel cornered.

Hazel starts crying, feeling pure dread. She is certain option 1 is the most likely.

Molly sends another message, “I bet you’re overthinking and imagining Skylar spitting in your face and calling you a dyke the moment you touch her. Making a whole scene, telling everyone you tried to rape her. God, Option 1 does seem the most likely, glad I’m not you haha x.”

She sends another message, “You know what’s sad? You’d probably deserve it. You are trying to seduce your boyfriend’s daughter. Most girls would get slapped.”

Hazel sniffles, feeling even worse.

Molly’s final message appears on Hazel’s screen, cruel but accurate. “You’re hot as fuck right now, covered in cum, horny as hell, no boyfriend or cock around, and Skylar is literally right there, needing a good shag to loosen up. The perfect setup. Stop overthinking and use your fucking sex appeal like you did with Kirsty. Or should I send this damn video?”

The message is followed by a screenshot attachment of Hazel and Gemma’s tongues intertwined in a kiss “Tick tock.”

Tears are running down Hazel’s face. She is so intimidated by Skylar, she doesn’t see this going well. She tries to sneak to the bathroom to clean her face. Skylar opens her bedroom door as she hears noise. Skylar says, “What the fuck are you doing here?” Ignoring the fact Hazel is clearly upset and not in a good state.

“You look like shit,” Skylar says bluntly, her eyes running over Hazel’s face. Hazel’s hair is messy, tears streaking her face, and there’s still some visible cum smeared in her. Skylar smirks cruelly, totally unaware of Hazel’s state of mind. “Also what the fuck are you wearing?”

Hazel says “My shower cut out, I was getting the make up off when it happened, so I came here thinking your dad would be here. I thought you would be at uni.”

Skylar laughs. “What kind of make up is that? And who the fuck takes make up off the way you were? Fucking idiot.”

Skylar goes into her bedroom, closing the door.

Hazel goes into balıkesir escort the bathroom to clean her face, she is planning on phoning a taxi and just leaving.

She sees a message from Molly. “Seen as it’s Skylar, I need a picture to prove you went through with it, wouldn’t want you lying to me saying you fucked her when you didn’t x”

Hazel stares at Molly’s message. Realizing the predicament she’s in. She types back frantically, “Are you insane? She’ll fucking murder me if I try to take a picture.”

Molly replies instantly, “Then make sure she doesn’t find out what you’re up to. Be smart about this. Get a pic, any pic, to prove to me. I will know if your advances haven’t worked, because I’m sure Skylar will be straight onto insta to tell everyone what a creep you are.”

Hazel’s hands shake as she puts her phone down, a sick feeling in her stomach. She knows Molly won’t back down.

Hazel doesn’t wash, she completely forgets. All she can think about is the humiliation of the video being uploaded. She takes a deep breath and goes out the bathroom and chaps Skylar’s door, entering quickly.

Skylar is sitting on her bed, scrolling through her phone, totally oblivious to Hazel’s presence at first. “What the actual fuck?” she snaps, looking up as Hazel enters without knocking. “Can you not knock like a normal person?” She’s sitting on her bed in short shorts and a crop top. Hazel swallows hard, trying to ignore how attractive Skylar is, making her even more intimidated, she really does look like a thinner version of Kirsty. But she definitely prefers Kirsty. No person’s body has ever turned her on as much as Molly’s daughter.

“Skylar…” Hazel starts, her voice shaking slightly.

Skylar rolls her eyes dramatically. “Spit it out before I throw you out.” Skylar’s eyes narrow as she takes in Hazel’s appearance again. “And you still look like shit,” She snaps, sitting up slightly.

Hazel swallows hard, trying to think of a way to start this without getting slapped immediately.

Hazel’s fear and adrenaline are through the roof. She shakes as she says “Skylar, I’m covered in girl cum, I wasn’t allowed to cum, I need to cum.”

Skylar stares at Hazel incredulously, her eyes widening in shock. “What the absolute fuck? Is this some kind of joke? You walk in here, tell me you’re covered in fucking girl cum, and that you need to cum? Haha, get out of here before I fucking spit on you.” Skylar gestures to the door aggressively, still chuckling mockingly. “Go rub one out in the bathroom like a normal person, you disgusting slut.”

Skylar continues. “Actually I’m telling dad. I knew you were a piece of shit!! You’re a cheater and a dyke!!! Wait! Why the fuck are you in here telling me this? What sort of psycho would tell their boyfriend’s daughter??!”

Hazel shakes violently, terrified of Skylar’s reaction. “I’m not…I didn’t cheat!” she stammers desperately. “Your dad isn’t here, and I’m literally coated in girl cum. I’m freaking out okay?! I didn’t mean to say any of this!” She runs a shaky hand through her messy hair, realizing how insane she sounds.

Skylar stares at her like she’s grown three heads. Skylar asks, “So what, you were raped by a chick???”

Hazel thinks fast and decides to change her story to this suggestion, she nods.

Skylar’s expression softens slightly, but her voice remains sharp. “And you came here to what? Cry about it? You’re fucking weird, you know that?” She shakes her head in disbelief. “So let me get this straight. Some chick forced you to eat her pussy?…… wait…..you said you weren’t allowed to cum??? So you wanted to?? why would you even say that part???”

Tears start welling again on Hazel, as she realises the story won’t sort the overall problem. She may have gotten away with an excuse as to why she cheated on Skylar’s dad. But she has to fuck Skylar. She just stands, not knowing what to do.

Skylar says “Well? answer! why say that part? and why the hell would you want to cum as you were being forced?”

Hazel says “I don’t know.”

Skylar’s eyes narrow suspiciously as she studies Hazel’s tear-streaked face. “You don’t know? You just blurted out that you were forced to eat pussy but weren’t allowed to cum, and now you’re standing there like a fucking idiot saying you don’t know? You’re either lying or you’re seriously messed up in the head. Which is it, Hazel?”

Hazel replies “I wanted to cum, so I came looking for your dad, he wasn’t here, I forgot he was away.”

Skylar’s face contorts in a mixture of disgust and confusion. “You wanted to cum while some girl was forcing you to eat her out? What the actual fuck is wrong with you?” She takes a step back, shaking her head. “I can’t even… You came to my house, looking for my dad, because you wanted to cum after some chick used you as a human dildo?!” She laughs harshly, the sound lacking any humor. “You’re a fucking psycho, Hazel.”

Skylar continues. “Just Jill yourself off bartın escort then alert the authorities over being forced to perform. Don’t go looking for my dad to sort you.”

Hazel’s heart is pounding in her chest as she looks up at Skylar, tears streaming down her face. She knows she’s cornered, and the only way out of this mess is to try to go ahead with the command. “Skylar, please…” she starts, her voice shaking. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I was just so fucking horny, and your dad wasn’t here, and I didn’t know what to do.” She takes a deep breath, her hands trembling.

Skylar responds “Well he’s not here as you now remember, so you’re on to nothing unfortunately.”

Hazel swallows hard, realizing that Skylar isn’t going to help her, isn’t going to listen to her sob story. She’s stuck here, alone with Skylar, and the only way to fulfill Molly’s command is to… Hazel takes a shaky breath and looks up at Skylar, an idea forming in her mind. She has to try. “Skylar…” she starts hesitantly. Skylar rolls her eyes.

“What Hazel??” Skylar snaps.

Hazel bites her lip nervously, her heart pounding in her chest. She knows she’s about to say something ridiculous, something she can never take back, something that might make Skylar hate her even more. But she’s trapped, and she’s desperate, and she can’t take the humiliation of the video being uploaded. So she takes a deep breath and says, “I need to fuck.” Hazel feels a jolt going through her, she looks at Skylar, her bare feet, gorgeous legs, shorts just long enough to pass her crotch, the fact she’s her boyfriend’s daughter adding to the arousal.

Skylar’s jaw opens, she reaches for her phone. “I’m phoning dad!”

Hazel’s eyes widen in panic, seeing Skylar reach for her phone. She knows she has to act fast or everything will be over. “Wait!” she cries out, her voice desperate.

Skylar pauses, her finger hovering over the screen. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” she snaps.

Hazel takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself. The recent events of sexting Molly’s daughter, Molly’s sexual pull, her dominance, the cum currently coating her face, the gorgeous bratty girl right in front of her. She is officially fucked in the head…..”I’m not kidding, Skylar. I need to fuck,” she says again, her voice more confident this time.

Well go find dad at his hotel! You have a car!”

Skylar continues, laughing harshly, “What’s actually wrong with you? You come crying ‘girl raped me’ and asking to fuck my dad all in one breath? Seriously….he’s not here!!!” Hazel steps closer, her eyes fixed on Skylar’s face.

Hazel replies. “Listen, Skylar…..just…” Hazel sighs, knowing Skylar isn’t getting what Hazel is suggesting. She unties the robe, showing her full body.

Skylar’s eyes widen as the robe falls open, revealing Hazel’s naked body. She takes in the sight of Hazel – her full breasts, and the cum still visible on her face. For a moment, she’s speechless. Then, she bursts out laughing. “Oh my god. You actually mean me??? You think I’m gonna fuck you because you’re standing there naked with girl cum on your face?”

Skylar continues, completely out of her depth and overwhelmed, something she never usually feels. “You’re truly shameful do you know that?”

“You know what?” Skylar says suddenly, her voice sharp. “You’re a pathetic excuse for a woman. You’re so desperate you’re practically begging your boyfriend’s daughter to shag you after some girl came on you. You’re covered in girl spunk. You look like a crackhead. And you have the audacity to say you ‘need to fuck’?”

Skylar’s words sending shockwaves through Hazel’s pussy, like she’s completely brainwashed. Hazel crawls onto the bed, holding Skylar’s foot. Skylar tries to pull her foot away, but Hazel holds on tightly. “Stop being stupid,” Skylar snaps, her laughter dying down. “Let go of my foot and get off my bed. I’m calling my dad.”

Skylar tries to move further up her bed, but Hazel is too powerful, too sex starved. She lifts Skylar’s foot, kissing it, licking as she says “Not until I cum.”

Skylar’s eyes widen in shock and disgust as Hazel kisses and licks her foot. “Fuck off!” she hisses, trying to kick Hazel off. “Get off me you psycho! You need serious help!”

Hazel ignores her, continuing to worship her foot, slowly moving higher up Skylar’s leg. “Stop it!” Skylar cries out, pushing Hazel’s head down. “You’re literally licking my ankle like a dog you creep!”

Hazel responds. “You will be crying like one soon enough don’t worry.” Hazel couldn’t believe what just came from her mouth, but the fact her tongue was currently on this gorgeous girl’s skin made her not care.

“What the actual fuck?” Skylar says as she pushes hard against Hazel’s head, trying to dislodge her. “Get the hell off me before I kill you!”

Despite her protests, there’s a slight waver in her voice as she feels Hazel’s tongue trail up her calf. “Are you fucking hearing me? batman escort I swear…” Her threats trail off as Hazel’s tongue reaches her knee. “For real, stop.” She tries to kick Hazel off but Hazel is fully committed to making sexual advances.

Hazel grabs Skylar’s phone, tossing it away, looking up at Skylar as her tongue traces her thigh.

Panic rises in Skylar’s chest as she realizes she’s alone in the house with a crazed woman who is currently licking her leg like it’s a candy. “This is fucking sick!” Skylar shouts.

Hazel keeps eye contact, “Imagine this tongue swirling your clit.”

“Get fucked! Psycho” Despite her angry words, Skylar feels a strange flutter in her stomach at Hazel’s direct eye contact and filthy words. No one has ever been this aggressive with her, this sexual. She’d always been the one in control with silly inexperienced men. She was always the one who flirted and teased – never the other way round. “Get fucked I said!” Skylar yells

Hazel intentionally passes by Skylar’s cunt, pinning her shoulders as she climbs on her and replies, “I aim to.”

Hazel is now face to face with Skylar, who spits on Hazel’s face, some going into Hazel’s mouth. Hazel pauses and kisses Skylar passionately.

Skylar’s initial shock and disgust quickly turn into a burning desire as Hazel’s lips crush against hers. She’s never been kissed like this before – with such intensity and passion. Despite herself, she finds herself kissing Hazel back, her tongue tangling with Hazel’s as she tastes her own spit mixed with the sweetness of Hazel’s mouth. A soft moan escapes her lips, her hands coming up to grasp Hazel’s hair, pulling her closer as the kiss deepens.

Skylar spits on Hazels face again. “You want to fucking cum? I’ll make you fucking cum.” Skylar says.

Hazel instinctually becoming submissive at this young woman becoming dominant.

Skylar’s confidence grows with each passing second as she realizes Hazel is putty in her hands. She spits on Hazel’s face again, relishing the shocked expression that crosses Hazel’s face before she kisses her again, sucking on Hazel’s spit-covered lips. Skylar then licks Hazel’s face, licking up Molly’s cum from earlier. she looks at Hazel and say’s, “You’re so fucking pathetic.” Her fingers tangling in Hazel’s cummy hair and pulling her head back roughly.

Hazel’s laughs “See! You like girl cum too, you’re a little bitch on heat just as much as me.”

Skylar sits up, lies Hazel on the bed and lifts her leg over her shoulder, Skylar then takes her shorts off, wasting no time, she squishes her slit on Hazels slippery cunt.

“Let’s see who cums first, hmm?” Skylar sneers.

Hazel knew this little brat was going to make her cum with ease. She is a cocky, young, fit, hot brat, who is clearly comfortable taking charge. Possibly more malicious than Molly, either way, this girl is dangerous, and beyond hot. Hazel was squirting away already at the sight of this young thing claiming her.

Skylar grinds down against Hazel, feeling the warmth and wetness of Hazel’s pussy pressing back against hers. She smirks, realizing how turned on Hazel already is. “Already squirting, you desperate slut?” She taunts, rocking her hips in tight circles, stimulating Hazel’s clit perfectly.

Skylar leans down, her breath hot against Hazel’s ear as she whispers, “Is this what you needed? You gonna spunk on me?”

This is exactly what Hazel needed, more so than anything, she was about to be a cumming mess and she knew it. Her pussy is swollen like a balloon, like never before. This attitude is just perfect for Hazel’s agreeable and shy personality. She can’t help but think Molly’s daughter Kirsty’s body would be absolutely perfect at fucking her.

But Skylar was fucking the shit out of her and doing a great job. Skylar was feeling her own clit bulging as Hazel’s eyes look into hers. Skylar was thinking, “God she is gorgeous, in her 30s but who the fuck cares.”

Skylar’s eyes lock with Hazel’s, and for a moment she forgets her initial disgust and anger. Hazel’s eyes are intense, filled with desire and submission that sends a shiver down Skylar’s spine. She realizes just how beautiful Hazel is – those full lips, those big breasts, that curvy body. And the way she’s looking at Skylar right now… like Skylar owns her. “Fuck…” Skylar breathes out, grinding harder against Hazel’s pussy.

Both girls pounding away at each other, screwing each others brains out.

The room fills with the obscene slap of skin on skin as Skylar and Hazel grind against each other furiously, both lost in a frenzy of lust. Skylar leans back slightly, gripping Hazel’s thighs hard enough to bruise as she attacks Hazel’s clit with renewed vigor.

“Gonna cum, slut?” she grunts, her own orgasm building rapidly. Hazel nods desperately, too far gone in pleasure to form words.

“FUUUCK!” Hazel yells.

“THAT’S IT! SPUNK FOR ME YOU FILTHY SLUT!” Skylar screams, her voice cracking with pleasure as she feels Hazel’s pussy flood with cum. She rides out Hazel’s orgasm, grinding mercilessly until she feels her own release crashing over her. “FUCK YES! TAKE MY CUM YOU DIRTY WHORE!”

She collapses on top of Hazel, both girls shaking and panting heavily as they come down from their intense climaxes.

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Author’s Note: This is a short standalone story, that will feature rough sex. This is a little ‘bonus’ story which I actually wrote a long time ago and found on an old USB with some other smut from several years before I started publishing my writing here. At that time I was sharing a laptop with my older sister so had to save things on the USB to keep them secret!

I thought it was fun enough to share so I touched it up a tiny bit and tweaked some details so it fits into my Sapphire Lane setting, but otherwise this is a look at my early writing style.

The Story

Karla knocked and slowly opened her dorm neighbours’ door. “Hello Sage, Paula? Either of you in there?” she poked her head in. The room was empty so the girl entered, glancing around. She was nude under the pink towel wrapped around her body, covering all of her needed to stay decent. Her blonde hair was wet, freshly washed from the shower she had just stepped out of.

Karla was a pretty girl, nineteen years old, and very femme with a body that was slender but soft. She was in her second year at Violet Liberal Arts College, where she lived on campus in a dorm with five other girls.

Not spotting what she was looking for on the surface of any of the drawers or bed side table, she crossed the room, hesitated and opened the drawer of the bed side table which just had a pair of hair straighteners in. Closing it, she tried the top drawer of the cupboards which had a mess of bras, panties, tights and socks. One thing, party covered, caught her eye and she reached in and pulled it out. It was a black dildo on a strap-on harness, and her eyes widened when she saw it, the girl not sure she had ever encountered on in real life before! However before she could return it to the drawer she heard the door open behind her and she spun around.

Sage entered and stopped when she saw Karla, taking in the pink towel, the open drawer and the dildo she was clutching in her hand. “Do you usually rummage around other people’s rooms when they’re out Karla?” she asked angrily. She was a tall brunette, twenty years old, with a round face, a silver stud nose piercing, and broad shoulders, being an attractive soft butch who Karla, in all honesty, had always found quite intimidating.

“N-n-no, I was just looking for my hairdryer you borrowed and um…” the blonde girl mumbled in embarrassment.

“That doesn’t look like a hairdryer to me.” Sage raised her eye at the toy.

“Sorry, yes, I mean no, no it doesn’t. I just found it and wondered what it was. I just needed my hairdryer as I washed my hair.” Karla replied flustered, turning to put the dildo back into the drawer.

“I would have used Elke’s but she doesn’t have one…” The girl continued to nervously makes excuses under Sage’s glare. Elke was her roommate, and had a buzz cut so had little use for a hair dryer.

“It’s right here.” Sage indicated a chair behind the door, Karla’s pink hairdryer on top of it.

“Oh, I m-m-missed that there. I’ll take that and be going.”

“Come over and get it then Karla.” Sage said, still giving Karla a hard stare. The blonde nodded and quickly crossed over to the chair past the brunette, wishing she had the power to turn back time to have prevented this mortifying situation. She reached for the hairdryer but suddenly Sage grabbed her from behind, holding her with one leanly muscled arm whilst the other tugged the towel so it collapsed around the girl’s feet. Karla yelped “Sage!”

“Shhh blondie.” Sage whispered in her ear, firmly holding Karla with one arm while she ran her other down the girl’s naked body, burying her nose into the blonde’s wet hair, inhaling the scent of her shampoo.

“W-w-what are you doing?”

Sage didn’t reply as she began to dominantly kiss the blonde’s neck from behind, caressing ardahan escort her breasts roughly. Karla tried to protest but moaned when Sage passionately sucked on the sensitive skin of her neck. She squeezed and pulled on the blonde’s breasts that had never been womanhandled in such a way, rubbing her fingers over the nipples that quickly grew hard in surprised arousal, before moving her hand down to briefly feel her cleanshaven pussy. When satisfied she had given the Karla a hickey that would last for a few days, she spun femme girl, who was still too shocked to react, around to face her.

Sage stared intensely into Karla’s wide blue eyes before roughly kissing her panting lips, pulling the girl’s naked body close against her. At first passive, it wasn’t long until Karla responded to the kiss which encouraged Sage to become more amorous. She reached down to tightly grip Karla’s right ass cheek with one hand whilst her other roughly handled the girl’s left breast. Karla had raised her hands to gently cup Sage’s face, not really knowing what else to do with them, with her soft touch in sharp contrast to the brunette’s aggressive one. The kiss continued with Sage pushing her tongue into Karla’s mouth and hungrily sucking on her lips. When they eventually broke apart both girls were panting heavily.

“Not bad blondie.” Sage grinned, grabbing Karla by the hair and dragging her over to the bed and pushing her onto it. Karla watched, still panting and in a daze at what had happened, as Sage pulled up the white vest she was wearing to reveal her black sports bra underneath. She next unzipped her daisy dukes and pulled them down, turning so Karla had a good view of her impressive ass. Karla was mesmerised, learning about her submissiveness for the first time from the rough fondling, womanhandling, and hair pulling.

Sage, now in her underwear, climbed onto the bed. She crawled on top of Karla and grabbing her face with one hand, pushed her fingers into the blonde’s cheek so her lips were forced to be parted.

“You look so cute like that! If I had a cock I’d love to ram it between those lips.” Sage grinned then laughed “Oh wait I do have one but I’d rather you licked my pussy before I get it out.” Before Karla could comment, Sage’s lips were on hers again, sucking lustily on her mouth more so than actually kissing her. When the kiss broke, Sage shuffled up the bed over Karla until she had her crotch above the blonde’s face. With her black panties still on, Sage began to grind on the other student’s face.

Karla was forced to open her mouth gasping to breathe, her hot breath against Sage’s crotch only making the brunette more frantic in her grinding. Rubbing herself wildly over Karla’s mouth caused her panties to wet with the blonde’s saliva whilst her pussy was wetting the material from the inside. Karla’s nostrils was filled with the scent of Sage’s arousal and the blonde herself, though unsure how she had suddenly gotten into this situation from looking for a hairdryer, couldn’t deny that she was also turned on even if in the past, having her face used in such a rough way would never have occurred to her as being sexually exciting!

Sage, extremely hot and horny, pulled herself off Karla’s face and dived down to kiss her again. In between deep kisses, Sage panted “You are… …going to… …make me cum now” as she pulled down her panties. Sage climbed back onto Karla’s face and pushed her wet pussy against the blonde’s lips. “Lick me Karla!” Sage cried even as the blonde began to run her tongue up and down the warm cunt instinctually. “Oooh fuuuuuck!” Sage moaned from the feeling of the warm wet tongue against her vulva and clit. It was more submissively eager than skilful but Sage was in such a sexual frenzy now she wouldn’t artvin escort have noticed or cared. With one hand she grabbed the back of Karla’s head, pulling the blonde’s face even tighter between her legs, her other hand she was clawing at her bra until one breast slid free, roughly rubbing her hard nipple as she liked to treat her own body roughly too.

“Fuck my pussy with your tongue.” Sage commanded, wetly licking two fingers to reach down and rub her own clit.

Karla pushed her tongue into the older girl’s vagina as deep as she could, loving the musky taste of Sage and tongued her as vigorously as she could manage. Sage was moaning in pleasure loudly, her head flung back. With one last thrust from Karla’s tongue, Sage screamed out in pleasure as she climaxed.

The scream of ecstasy was loud enough for Sabina to hear as she was passing in the corridor on the way to her dorm and she stopped, raising an eyebrow. She put her ear against Sage’s door and thought she could make out some muffled panting. Sabina wondered if Sage had just been having a particularly intense masturbation session or if she had someone in there with her… perhaps Paula. She was tempted to take a peak but decided against this invasion of privacy. Besides it would be extremely awkward if Sage (or whoever she may be with!) caught her spying so she carried on to her room.

Sage had released her tight grip on Karla’s head when she came but was still softly humping her face, moaning in pleasure at her climactic release while the blonde was feebly attempted to lap up the brunette’s juices before they got too smeared across her face. When Sage had recovered from her post-orgasm stupor, she dismounted from Karla’s face and scooted down so she lay beside the other girl, wrapping her arms around her. Karla cuddled the brunette back, thinking it was a moment of tenderness though even the embrace of the older girl’s strong arms felt dominant. Sage kissed her passionately, the two girls sharing the taste of her pussy.

Sage grinned when the kiss broke “Now I’ve been satisfied, I think it’s time to demonstrate to you what the object you found earlier does!”

“What, the dildo?” Karla asked nervously. Sage grinned and jumped up from the bed to grab it from the drawer along with a small bottle.

“This is so girls like me can fuck cute blondies like you!” Sage winked at Karla as she strapped the sex toy around her waist. After the intense cunnilingus session, Karla had forgotten about Sage’s earlier promise to use the strap-on on her but now at the prospect of it happening she felt extremely apprehensive. She had fingered herself before and had become quite well acquainted with her hairbrush handle but had never used anything as large as a dildo before, and she wasn’t under any illusion that Sage would be going gentle on her.

Sage crawled back onto the bed and grabbed Karla by the chin, pulling her into a quick kiss before kneeling up on the bed and pushing the blonde’s head level with the dildo.

“Suck on my cock blondie.” Sage ordered and Karla compliantly wrapped her lips around the tip and gently sucked on the silicone. Sage grabbed a handful of the blonde’s hair and pulled her head back and forth, making Karla suck on the dildo faster and harder. “Look up in my eyes Karla.” The blonde looked up, her blue eyes wide as the dildo was rammed down her throat, making her drool, sputter, and gag.

“This look suits you Karla. Next time we’ll make sure you have some lipstick on, that would really complete the picture!” Sage pulled Karla’s head sharply towards her, pushing the cock the furthest into Karla’s mouth yet and holding it there. Karla spluttered but didn’t break eye contact with Sage. Rather impressed with the blonde’s performance, Sage pulled bodrum escort the cock out of her mouth and yanked Karla painfully up by the hair into another kiss.

After the kiss, Sage gave Karla the bottle of lube, instructing her to quickly rub some down the cock and also make sure her pussy was wet. Karla squirted a large blob of lube on her palm and rubbed it on the dildo, already wet from her saliva, like she was giving a hand job. She rubbed her pussy with her other hand, desperate to be as wet as possible, now with the primal desire to be fucked. Sage bit her lip watching, impatient to begin ramming the submissive girl. She briefly considered getting something to gag the girl, not only to keep her quite, but also because she would look even more cute and submissive with her mouth stuffed. Sage however decided against this, wanting to hear the blonde moan and scream as she was fucked, and besides, she didn’t care if any of the other girls overheard them.

The dildo was soon coated in lube and it seemed like Karla would bring herself to orgasm if given longer with how frantically she was rubbing her pussy.

“Open up blondie!” Sage roughly pulled apart Karla’s legs and knelt between them. The blonde grabbed her knees to keep her legs separated as Sage guided her strap-on to the awaiting pussy, leaning forward to grab hold of one of Karla’s perky breasts. She rubbed and slapped the dildo against the blonde’s pussy lips before thrusting it in. Karla cried out at the sudden entry and moaned loudly as Sage slowly pushed the dildo deeper inside of her, past the point Karla had explored in masturbation. If she didn’t have her hands clutching her knees then her legs would have snapped closed. She groaned as the cock reached its hilt, her eyes rolled back and mouth open, her pussy never feeling so stretched open or full.

Sage moved her hand up from Karla’s breast to grip her chin, pushing two of her fingers into the blonde’s mouth as she began to slowly fuck the girl’s pussy. Sage didn’t stay slow for long though, gradually increasing the speed until she was roughly ploughing the dildo in and out of Karla. Karla was shaking, her eyes bugging out and drooling over Sage’s two fingers, saliva running out her mouth and down her chin. She could barely think as Sage fucked her but afterwards wondered how girls could ever call out ‘harder’ or ‘faster’ during sex; thinking how they obviously haven’t received a fucking from Sage as Karla couldn’t imagine taking the dildo any harder or quicker and staying conscious during it.

Karla’s shaking increased and her moans grew even louder as she neared climax. Sensing this Sage slowed down and finished Karla off with a few slow hard thrusts into the wet vagina, each one bringing the girl’s pussy lips up against the hilt of the dildo. Karla screamed as she orgasmed and Sage gave her a couple more thrusts until pulling out. The black plastic was slick with Karla’s juices. Sage let the blonde collapse back onto the bed then wiped her saliva covered fingers into the girl’s hair before shuffling around the panting dazed girl and cleaning the dildo off with another handful of blonde hair, amused that the girl had only just washed it and now a patch would be sticky with her own cum.

She left the blonde to recover on the bed as she cleaned then put away the sex toy and dressed again before scooping up the pink towel and throwing it over Karla.

“Okay blondie, I have studying to do so get out.” Sage ordered, and Karla groggily pulled herself off the bed, clumsily wrapping the towel around herself as Sage pushed her towards the door. The brunette gave her a final wet kiss then opened the door and shoved the blonde out her room.

Karla was left standing in the corridor, utterly dazed and confused but satisfied as she limped away back to her room.

Sage grinned as she noticed the pink hairdryer still in the chair; Karla had better knock next time… not that she would wait for the blondie to visit if she ever fancied fucking her again as the soft butch felt that the pretty femme was now her’s whenever she wanted!

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“Who could be knocking on my door at 11 on a Thursday morning?” you wonder as, grumbling, you check to make sure your robe is closed and walk to the door.

“Hi, I’m Kim. I just moved in next door and wanted to introduce myself,” she said, smiling and holding out a hand. She’s tiny, maybe 5’1″ and 110 pounds, with shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes, and, under a thin blue t-shirt, breasts that seem way too large for the rest of her, especially without a bra.

Well. A welcome distraction from work, especially carrying a bottle of…vodka?

You introduce yourself. “Come on in.”

“Thanks,” she says as she hands you the bottle. “I know this is kind of weird, and I’m not an alcoholic or anything, but my mom taught me never to visit anyone empty handed, and this was all I had around.”

“You’re already my favorite neighbor,” you laugh. “Want a screwdriver?”

“Sure!”

“Have a seat. Where are you from?”

As you busy yourself making drinks, Kim explains that she grew up in Macon but just graduated from UGA and is starting a new job in the area. You offer to show her around as you join her on the couch and hand her a glass.

Chatting, you find her smart and funny, and a football fan, of course, as the first, and second, screwdrivers disappear. You’re feeling great, and, oddly, a little nervous…wait, she just asked you something!

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that. What was the question?”

“Ha. No problem. You seem a little distracted. Do you want me to go?”

“No!” Maybe a wee bit too forcefully.

“Oh good.” Kim smiles, and without warning she leans in and kisses you, her tongue darting into your mouth.

She pulls back a moment and looks at you. “Are you OK with this?”

“Hell yes!”

She smiles again and leans back in, kissing you again, vigorously. Her hands move to the belt on your robe, pulling it open to find you naked underneath. You sigh into her mouth as her hands find your breasts, nipples already hard as she caresses them with her fingertips.

“Very nice,” she murmurs, as her lips move to your neck, kissing and sucking, then to your collarbone, quickly taking one stiff nipple into her mouth as her hand continues to toy with the other.

Your breasts are loving the attention, but Kim is clearly a woman on a mission as she pushes your upper body aksaray escort back on the couch and kisses her way down your stomach. Your legs part, and she drops to the floor on her knees between them.

“Ooh, waxed, just like me. So sexy.”

Her lips touch your mons, your labia, as her hands push your thighs apart to maximize her space. She runs her tongue in a long lick from the bottom of your slit to the top before peeling your labia open with her fingers.

“Mmm, you’re so wet already.”

She licks at the wetness, causing you to groan. After a few exploratory, teasing, licks, her tongue finds your swollen clit, lapping at it hungrily.

Two fingers slide deep inside you, thrusting, massaging, as her lips close around your clit and she begins to suck in time with her licking tongue.

You are moaning and shaking and swearing. You are going to cum so soon, and so hard.

Sensing your approaching climax, Kim sucks harder on your clit. She takes another finger, soaked with your juices, and drives it into your ass.

The sucking and licking of her hot mouth, fingers fucking your pussy and ass, push you over the edge into a long, clenching, shaking, tingling, screaming orgasm!

She rides you down, slowly removing her mouth and fingers from your limp body.

She looks up at you smiling, wiping her chin.

“I hope you liked that, neighbor. Now it’s my turn!”

“Absolutely,” you say as you struggle to sit up. “Why don’t you strip for me while I catch my breath?”

Kim smiles and grabs the bottom of her T-shirt, flipping it up to just below her breasts before coyly pulling it back down. Her hard nipples are poking through the material.

She slowly lifts the shirt higher, until finally her full breasts come into view, and then tosses it over her head. You stare at her mouth-watering breasts: pale globes capped with pink nipples that seem small centered on her large breasts.

She cups them in her hands, rubbing her thumbs over the nipples, closing her eyes before she trails her hands down her stomach and opens the button on her jeans.

One hand slides into the opening, pushing the zipper lower. It stays there for a moment before helping its mate shimmy the tight jeans down, stopping when they reach the middle of her thighs, exposing a pair amasya escort of tiny red silk panties.

Even as hard as you came just minutes ago, you are still extremely turned on, and getting more so by her show. You’re torn – you can’t wait to get your hands and mouth on her, but you don’t want her to stop what she is doing.

A hand toys with the waistband of her panties, idly rubbing from hip to hip, until she slips her fingers under the waistband and rests them for a brief moment against her sex.

She smiles at you, seeing that you are enraptured.

Her hand begins to move within her panties, slowly at first, fingers lightly tracing up and down her lips, before they seem to center. You watch through the thin, damp, silk that outlines the backs of her fingers as they start slowly circling.

Kim’s eyes are closed now, and she moans as the movement under her panties speeds up.

The hand stops, just to push the soaked strip of cloth down to meet her jeans.

She stands a few feet in front of you. Blonde hair falling on bare shoulders. Hard pink nipples topping large, firm breasts. Flat stomach, with just a hint of padding. Jeans and underwear pooled around shapely thighs.

And, between those thighs, a smooth, bare mons over bright pink lips, swollen and shining with her arousal.

Her hand returns, and you watch as her fingers roam up and down those lips, eventually pausing at the top to rub her clit briefly before moving lower again.

She repeats this pattern a few times, each time staying longer at the top of the arc before departing southward.

On the next trip, you see two fingers part her labia, and you hear her sigh as they slip easily inside her and stroke in and out.

She removes the fingers, glistening with her wetness, and moves them back to her clit. Rubbing faster and harder now.

Before too long, she is going to cum. And you want it to be in your mouth.

“Get over here,” you command in a desperate voice.

Kim shuffles over to the couch and you pull her down and tear the jeans and panties down her legs as she laughs.

Your plan had been to take her upstairs to the bedroom, but there is no time. You are going to go crazy if you don’t have her right fucking now. You push her legs apart and crawl between them.

She antalya escort asks, “have you ever done this before?”

“No,” you answer honestly.

“Ooh, sexy! Don’t worry, I’ll teach you.”

Any thought of easing into this experience slowly is gone from your mind as lust takes over. You put your hands on her thighs and lower your open mouth, covering her entire vulva, sucking at her. You run your tongue up her length, splitting her labia as it goes. You feel the tiny, hard, bump of her clitoris against your tongue as it passes and hear her gasp. You taste her juices, salty and tangy; like your own, but different.

One more big long lick, and her hands are stroking your hair, and you are craving her orgasm, and set to making it happen.

You find her clit again with your tongue; it is swollen and stiff, and you swear you can feel it throbbing as you lick it firmly but gently.

“Oh, that’s it, Yes, lick my clit, lick me, put your fingers inside me!”

You eagerly comply, pushing the first two fingers of your right hand into her. She is so wet and hot inside, it feels like your fingers are being sucked into her.

You thrust your fingers back and forth, trying to match the pace of your licking.

Her hands are gripping your hair now.

“Fuck me, fuck me harder!”

You speed up your hand and tongue, closing your lips around her clit now and sucking at the same time.

Her hips are bucking up and down now as her hands hold you in place.

“Yes! Oh God, I’m so close! Suck my clit!”

Your tongue is thrashing her clit now, lips sucking hard, as you drive your fingers into her soaked pussy. You feel her hands leave your head and out of the corner of your eye, you can see her squeezing her own breasts, pinching her nipples.

“Put a finger up my ass! Please!”

You hurry to obey, pushing the index finger of your left hand past her sphincter and deep into her anus.

“Ah, ah, yes, keep going, please!”

You’re sweating now, too, as you give her all you can, licking and sucking fiercely on her rigid clit, driving your fingers hard into her twin entrances.

“Oh yeah, oh fuck, oh God, ah, I’m cumming!”

Kim’s thighs are quivering around your head as she moans and shrieks through what must be a MASSIVE climax. You can actually feel the muscles of her pussy and ass clenching and releasing around your thrusting fingers. You keep going, sucking, licking, fingering, until she goes quiet, her moans replaced with gasping pants.

You fall back on your ass on the floor, your face covered in her juices and your own saliva and sweat. You’re panting, too.

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A swim. I was really looking forward to a swim. The day was hot and sultry with no sign of a breeze, and the next cool change seemed to be days off. It had been a hot, steamy Sydney summer, the past month been made hotter and steamier for me because it had been the month of the gay and lesbian Mardi Gras. In March each year, the city throbs to a queer beat, and this finds me at my happiest. Pure Sydney magic. There was always the hope that one would meet one’s ‘own true love’ at the end of each Sydney summer. Tell the truth though, I’d broken up with Sal after new year, and all I was looking for was some sweat and passion. I was enjoying being back on the scene, cruising happily through the bars and parties.

If you’re dreaming of a butchish tomboy with a fetish for very short crew cuts of any hue, a toned and tattooed body, with several piercings, then you’re thinking of me! I like to work out, I love to swim, and I play almost any sport. Apart from that I dance and laugh, and, well, my other favourite activity is fucking. I like to take the lead, and pride myself on always making my gals want more.

I had been to Kings Cross to my hairdresser. The mardi gras parade and party was tomorrow night and I wanted to look my best. That’s my dykiest best. My haircut was the key element. I’d worn my shorts and a singlet top, over a bikini bottom. No need for a top; I planned to take the train and bus to Bondi after my hair appointment, and there’s no need for a swimsuit top at Bondi.

I ran my hand across the newly shorn stubble on the top of my head. Hair grows half an inch a month, so I need it shaved at least that often to meet my satisfaction. Even half an inch can start to sit down flat against the nape. Leave it any longer, and it was not short enough at all! In the past I have left it long on top, but today was so hot I had demanded it be sheared closer yet … a 00 all over. First it was dyed jet black, so at first it left a pitch black stubble all over. Then I had had it shaved smooth bald around the temples and behind the ears. I have a black celtic design tattoo behind my left ear. It links via a chain design down my shoulder to a series of rose tattoos along afyon escort the top of my left breast, down between my tits and across my right one. When I link chains through my nipple rings, they glint gold against the black tattoo. In tomorrow night’s parade I planned to wear my black leather vest with the titholes and chains looped from breasts to rings on the vest.

At lunchtime the train union called a snap stopwork meeting, and by the time I reached the platform it was still crowded. The trains were running again but it was taking some time to clear the backlog. It was going to be a close and sweaty ride to Bondi Junction and then on the bus to the beach.

Eventually a train arrived and we crowded on. I was squashed against a pole which dug into my breastbone. The doors closed and the crowds settled. I couldn’t move. The train began to sway and behind me I felt breath on my bare neck. It cooled the rivulets of sweat that were trickling down. What??? I would have jumped if there was room amid the crush of bodies, but I am sure that I felt a moist, soft tongue lap up the trickle of sweat as it reached the bottom of my ear! YES! There it was again, a tongue licking right along the back of my ear where the flesh was fully exposed, shaved bare!!! I took a sharp intake of breath, gasped in fact. My head was clamped between raised arms, their owners facing away from me. If someone was dancing their tongue on me, they would be doing so unobserved. My pussy shuddered slightly, my stomach muscles tightened involuntarily. And then, there was a soft, steady stream of cool air being blown behind my ear, where the moist tongue had been. It must be deliberate!

The train took a sudden lurch, and the body behind me was thrown forward. I felt two very hard nipples pointing into the thin fabric of my singlet top. As the train continued its rhythmic progression, the nipples rubbed and hardened still further against my back.

Who was this?

We entered Edgecliff Station. Inevitably some people wanted to get off. Those of us standing in the vestibule had to get off the train to let those emerging from the seating compartments alight. aydın escort I stepped out on the platform, looked around to see if I could see who had been assailing me, but there was no hope. There were men in business clothes, a middle aged woman with two children and a bevy of office workers. No one stood out as being an obvious one. We all crowded back onto the train, and I found myself holding a rail by the door which closed near my face. My back was turned to the crowd of people behind me. It was as close as before, if not more so. As we set off, I felt a pair of soft woman’s hands encircle my pelvis. A pair of thumbs found their way, from behind, into the front of the elastic waistband of my cotton shorts. Then the hands flattened against my mound and smoothly the palms started caressing inside my bikini bottom. One finger pressed against my clit….held it down and then circled it, then flicked the hood ring. I was too startled to cry out. I did try to turn around, but merely succeeded in squirming, which encouraged the unseen hands to explore further. One finger traced my slit…..so wet, from sweat, and by now, excitement. A face pushed close to my ear and whispered “Relax, enjoy the ride!” I went limp, as if mesmerised, and just then the train shuddered and lurched. A finger plunged deep into my hole, wiggling about, exploring the walls. The train lurched violently forward in a series of short kangaroo hops. With each movement, an additional finger was thrust inside me, and my body was bounced up and down on them. As this happened, her nose was pressed into the nape of my neck and once again those nipples thrust forward into my back, rubbing as the train lurched and hopped.

With one final thrust, the train emerged from the tunnel into Bondi Junction station, and at the same time, I gushed wet from my cunt. The fingers were enveloped in the spasm of my cumming. My whole body shuddered.

Then the hands were gone, the nipples were no longer a presence, and I was getting off the train. I looked all around me and couldn’t see who would have been responsible. In somewhat of a daze, I was carried along by the crowd to the bus interchange, ağrı escort where we all herded onto our respective buses, mine bound for Bondi Beach. I was amongst the first on and got a seat towards the front. I couldn’t see the crowd behind me. I closed my eyes and relived what had just happened to me as we found our way round the curves and narrow streets to Bondi Beach. The bus remained crowded all the way to the final stop…as people got off, they were replaced by others, many children and families going for a swim after school.

Before I could hit the water, I had one more thing to do: visit a friend who runs a piercing and body art studio in Bondi. She had set aside some new jewelry for my piercings for tomorrow night. I climbed the stairs to her studio, and she showed me to a private room so I could examine the pieces at my leisure, put them on and examine them in the mirrors that surrounded the walls and ceiling. The clithood ring had a single sparkling diamond. It glittered and glistened, the perfect complement to a glistening moist bud. I lay back on the soft leather lounge and, raising my leg, examined it with my fingers. I pushed a finger into my cunt, moistened it, and rubbed it on my clit.

The door opened and I thought it was Bella come to check. Instead, a stranger stood before me, a woman so beautiful I thought I had died and gone to dyke heaven. Xena with spiky short hair! She rolled me onto my stomach then climbed on top of me and merely dangled her naked breasts onto the middle of my back. She brushed her nipples against me, and then pushed them more insistently into me. It was the unmistakable feel of the nipples from the train!

She rolled me back over, smiled broadly and sat astride my face. She leaned forward, and started to nibble my clit and use that soft, broad tongue to work magic in my cunt. I stroked her arse and started to lick her as she did me. “No” she insisted, and then got off me. “There is plenty of time for that tomorrow night!”

“Tomorrow night?” I asked.

“Sure, I am your date for the Mardi Gras party tomorrow night! I have been sent by your fairy dyke-mother. And I don’t turn into a pumpkin at midnight!” With that, she buried her face in my pussy and worked her magic once more.

Some time later I left for a cooling swim at last. My new-found fairy-dyke-princess left first. As she went, she said “I know you butch gals like to impress, so make sure you pack YOUR magic wand tomorrow night!”

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This can be read as a stand-alone story or a part two companion to “The 3 of Us”

Lucia was unique, to look at her you were not sure of her gender. Her black hair was spiky, short, full and her eyes were just as dark–a tall thin frame dressed in men’s clothing that always fit perfectly. She would usually put moisturizer and mascara on her olive skin unless there were women to impress. Thanksgiving in Chicago with friends and family was a day to impress a woman named Gwen.

She arrived from Los Angeles with her brother and Gwen’s brother, who were partners. Gwen was welcoming us. She was pretty, with blue eyes, long lashes, beautiful breasts, straight auburn hair, and luscious lips. Tonight Lucia would spend the night in Gwen’s bed only Gwen would not be there. She would be with her men, the competition.

The room was a nice size, large bed, and felt cozy. Gwen showed her an empty drawer and extra hangers then went to leave. Lucia spoke, “Please sit for a moment, let’s talk while I unpack.” Instead of unpacking, she sat down by Gwen, “Do you enjoy two men? You’ve been with women also, which do you prefer?” Gwen looked surprised and answered, “Yes I enjoy them, I love them. To the second question, “It doesn’t matter.” Lucia smiled, she had a slight chance.

Later that night as Lucia was going to bed, she asked for an extra blanket. Gwen went to get one and entered the room. Lucia stood there, her robe not closed and giggled, “Te gusto?” (do you like me?). “Of course,” Gwen squeaked out. Lucia did not waste any time and put her arms around Gwen as her robe hit the floor. “No, Luc. No. That’s not me.” Gwen huffed and walked out.

The next day was Thanksgiving, Gwen was already in the kitchen, busy with preparations before breakfast. Her men were her busy bee helpers. Lucia needed to find a way in and break up that trio. “Gwen, I’d like to contribute and have an easy dessert recipe, but it needs time to cool. “Would it be okay if I make it?” Lucia asked. Crowding and bumping into the two men.

After a light breakfast was served, Lucia went to work on her Leche Frita dessert and her goal to rid the kitchen of men and dominate Gwen. Light touches, good conversation, and laughs filled the time as they worked on the feast. Lucia would give Gwen easy and relevant commands that Gwen would do without question. It turned Lucia on and made it so hot in the kitchen. The only time she lost control was when one of Gwen’s men stepped in to help with dinner.

The Thanksgiving dinner and desserts were a huge success. All of the men stepped up and cleared the table and did dishes. Lucia whispered in Gwen’s ear, “Could we go for a walk?” They bundled up to embrace the cold evening in Chicago and walked to the lakefront. Lucia was surprised at how huge the park and lake were. Lake Michigan was like an ocean she thought. When they finally stopped to stare out at the water, Lucia kissed Gwen and was not rejected. “Ohhh, feels so good” Gwen murmured as she kissed back, “I can not give you more, Luc.” They walked back to find dishes done, food put away and the four men eating a second round of dessert.

Years went by, and they saw each other adana escort a few times. Stealing kisses while holding each other when they could. Lucia didn’t understand why this woman had taken over her mind and possibly worked her way into her heart. She had a fabulous career, money, almost any woman she wanted, and two fabulous homes on two continents. Then she heard Gwen was moving to California, leaving her men behind. Lucia almost orgasmed from the news. It would be easy. Both their brothers were now engaged and Gwen would be staying with them. Lucia was there within days of Gwen’s arrival.

She found Gwen swimming in the backyard pool. Lucia undressed and sat at the pool’s edge waiting to be noticed. It did not take long. Gwen had a wide grin and swam up to Lucia, “Don’t you look nice and ready.” Gwen laughed out. With that, Lucia was in the pool holding, kissing, and pressing her body into Gwen’s. Then Gwen wiggled out of her swimsuit, took Lucia’s hand and they made their way to a padded lounger.

Lucia pushed Gwen to the lounger and settled between her legs. Spreading Gwen’s legs wide to look at the prize she waited so long to win. “Get those legs up in the air,” Lucia demanded. Gwen’s compliance was immediate and Lucia moved her head down to Gwen’s pussy and tasted her. Lucia nipped at her clit and tongued her cunt, then nipped at her inner thighs, eventually taking a quick bite there. Gwen responded with, “Uuuu…ahhh…lick me.” Her hips were up and down while she pressed her pussy into Lucia’s face. When she climaxed she groaned loudly, “Yes, Yes, Yes.” Lucia’s body was now on top of Gwen, “You will listen to me, yes.” Gwen nodded and Lucia’s cunt was now on Gwen’s face. Lucia was so turned on and she moved her pussy back and forth. Gwen’s expert mouth, lips, and tongue made Lucia’s body shake orgasmicly.

It wasn’t long before Gwen was spending most of her time at Lucia’s oceanfront home. Lucia explained that she got off on being dominant and would take it slow with Gwen. She came up with her safe words and her hard no-limits. Gwen wasn’t into intense pain; there could be no physical cutting, breaking of skin, or blood, did not want to be humiliated, nothing around her neck which included collars, or having her body shared with others. Lucia was not thrilled with Gwen’s list, but she wanted her and thought she could live with her hard, no-limits list.

Their sex life was fulfilling for both of them as they stepped closer to what Lucia wanted. One day Lucia gave Gwen a bracelet that had a hidden lock, this would take the place of a collar and Gwen wore it proudly. The next step was that Gwen would be tied to the bed or tied with wrists together all day, only being fed by Lucia, washed by Lucia, bathroom breaks with Lucia, and all parts of her body were Lucia’s. Giving her body up for almost everything Lucia would throw her way was exciting and sexually satisfying for Gwen.

When Gwen was tied to the bed, Lucia touched her. Sometimes her hands softly roamed her skin, sending shivers down Gwen’s back. Other times, toys were used on her clit, inside her vagina or ass hole. Lucia would sometimes ankara escort stop before Gwen could fulfill total satisfaction. Lucia would use the toys on herself and when she was about to cum would sit on Gwen’s face, or Lucia would rub her pussy on Gwen’s thigh, or untie Gwen so she could use her fingers. There would be times that Gwen would go for a week or more without an orgasm.

They planned scenes together, mild to Lucia’s tastes. In one scene, Lucia is rough with Gwen, holding her too tight, ripping her clothes off, and pulling her to the large glass window. Gwen’s naked body is pressed against the glass as Lucia fuck her with a dildo. Another scene to eat Lucia’s pussy was in front of Lucia’s. Gwen was concerned she would be shared with the others, but Lucia clarified that Gwen was hers.

Lucia traveled for work, in New York City, London, Paris, and other European cities. She had been a model on every runway in the world. Now she had her fashion line and still traveled everywhere. Lucia thought Gwen was ready to travel with her, and infrequently Gwen went along. Lucia would dress her, always very feminine and always showcasing her breasts. Gwen never felt like she belonged in this world. To some Gwen was just a girlfriend or assistant, others picked up on their subtle mannerisms and knew she was Lucia’s sub.

Lucia explained that while in Europe they would go to private parties or clubs and this is when the names Domina, Ma’am, or Dom were to be used. When in the presence of other Doms she would be on her knees. Lucia was respectful of Gwen’s hard no-limits but did push it on these occasions. A few outfits were made just for these events and tonight Gwen had on a lacy one-piece jumpsuit in a flesh-tone pink color. The jumpsuit had a snap closure for an opening between her legs. It tightly covered her torso and the pant legs were loose, there was no lining, and there was a low scoop to show off her cleavage. Lucia didn’t mind letting other Dom’s touch Gwen at these events. When someone went beyond a friendly touch or an unfriendly smack on her butt, Gwen whispered her safe word. If someone heard the whisper, Gwen would pay the price later when they were alone.

They returned to Southern California and had a huge fight, Gwen returned to the boyfriend’s home and didn’t speak to or see Lucia for weeks. Surprisingly, Lucia was the one to make the first move calling Gwen. She firmly said, “I want you. Get over here now. You belong to me, Gwen.” Gwen waited a moment to speak, “Luc, we need to talk, a long talk.” “Just get over here now and we’ll talk.” Lucia’s voice quivered. Gwen arrived 40 minutes later.

Lucia looked horrible, and that gave Gwen a powerful feel as she spoke, “This is too much for me. I don’t belong in your world at all. When it is just the two of us, you make me feel adored and special. When we are in public you act as if I’m nothing but a sex object. You can have your work world, I will never step foot in that world again. It’s a hard no, Lucia!” Gwen put out her hands with her wrists together, and Lucia knew she was submitting to her. Lucia smiled, “I love you. I’ve never adıyaman escort felt this way before. Thank you for coming back to me.”

The rope went around Gwen’s wrists and Lucia brought her to the middle of the living room. The two slowly danced together, taking Gwen’s arms over her head and putting them around her, settling them on her shoulders. Lucia kissed Gwen, thanking her and saying, love you so much. That night Gwen was treated to lovemaking and in the morning breakfast in bed.

Months passed, Gwen moved in with Lucia and quit her job. Lucia was restless and once again wanted more from Gwen. One day Lucia had a handyman put some hooks in the ceiling. She wanted to tie Gwen up in front of the big glass windows that looked out to the ocean. Gwen wasn’t totally on board but allowed her arms to be tied, and the ropes that came down from the ceiling would be attached to her roped wrists. Her legs were not bound and her feet were on the floor. Lucia was going to introduce Gwen to impact play. After much conversation, they are ready to proceed.

There had been smacks and spankings using the hand but nothing else. Now that Gwen sees various impact toys, she is anxious about the fright, pain, and excitement. Lucia knew Gwen’s safe words and her preference for the sting, not the pain. Lucia spoke softly to Gwen, “My darling, are you ready?” Gwen nods her head and closes her eyes for a moment.

Lucia took it easy on Gwen, encouraging and questioning her throughout the scene. Gwen looks out the window, watching the waves. With every sting, slap, or hit, she feels the waves covering her body. When it was over, Lucia felt spent but cared for Gwen and gave her all her love and attention.

They rarely incorporated these toys into their play. Gwen told Lucia she would rather be spanked or smacked, which became an almost daily occurrence. The rope was still Gwen’s favorite, and Lucia was okay with that. They even talked about making a playroom at some point.

Another European trip was planned. Gwen would go but not participate in any of the events that Lucia had to attend. Lucia was unhappy about this and ensured Gwen knew how disappointed she was. The whole trip was filled with tension. Gwen understood that Lucia was under pressure due to work commitments and her fashion line being displayed, so she did a good job keeping her complaints to herself.

Once they were home, the tensions did not go away. It was like walking on eggshells with Lucia. Gwen decided she wanted out. She needed to find a job again and move back with the boyfriends. Gwen was scared that if Lucia knew, she wouldn’t let her leave. It was like planning an escape.

Then the dam burst, and Lucia was over the top, accusing Gwen of having a lover while they were in Europe. The argument got physical, both pushing, hitting, and screaming at the top of their lungs. Then a moment came, and they looked at each other. Lucia cried, “It’s over.” Gwen nodded and sobbed, “Yes, it is.” They took a few minutes away from each other, got some water, and finally came back together to talk. They were both very sad, and tears fell from their eyes. They held each other, swaying back and forth until the tears dried in their eyes.

Lucia felt she had tried her best with Gwen during this time, making sure she would be alright starting over again. Gwen was happy that they could talk things out and that their relationship had ended on a somewhat friendly note.

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