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Discipline from Jen, Chapter #5

Chapter #5
I seized the opportunity to afford her some level of discomfort, given the fact that she had just finished abusing my asshole, by biting down on her left nipple. It didn’t have the desired effect as she moaned in agreement.
“That’s right, bite me!”
With her hand still on the back of my head she pressed my face into her breast and writhed as I chewed on the fleshy pink nub in the center. I reached up with one hand and started to roll her other nipple between my fingers.
“Mmmm… that’s good my pet, show mama how much you love her.”
Her approval encouraged me and I chewed harder on the one in my mouth. It began to swell and turn red with her excitement. Once it had adequately hardened I changed positions, now taking the other between my teeth. I bit down again and again while Jennifer wiggled beneath me, now grinding herself against my thigh. I could feel her dampness on my leg and I decided it was time to head south.
Before moving downward to take her sex in my mouth, I reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out two clothespins. She nodded in approval as I placed one on each of her nipples, making sure they were centered just right between the wooden pinchers. She bucked as I snapped the second one in place, intentionally letting it bite down with more force than the first. As it grabbed her flesh she reached up and slapped me across the face.
“You little fucker! You’re gonna pay for that!” She promised.
I smiled at the thought of her returning the favor and replied, “Yes, mistress.”
With her nipples taken care of I turned my attention to her steaming box. I stared hard into her eyes as I licked my hand and placed it between the lips of her pussy. Her eyes closed and she tilted her head back.
“Ohhhh, that’s better. That’s much better. Make me cum darling.” She moaned.
I rubbed her clit beneath several fingers while pressing the tips into her hole. Once sufficiently wet I slid two inside her and began her favorite motion, as if stroking the underside of her clit back and forth from within. As I played inside her she whimpered and writhed on the bed. Her moaning grew deeper the longer I teased her favorite spot and I knew she wanted more than just my fingers. Sliding them out of her snatch more carefully than she had done for me just moments before, I reached into the toy box and pulled out her purple toy. I applied a few drops of lube to the tip and pressed it against her slit. Jen rocked her hips in tempo as I rubbed it back and forth to distribute the lube.
I began to fuck her gently with her plastic penis, watching intently as the purple meat entered, and then exited her cunt. I pushed deeper with each stroke inward until I was finally pumping her with the entire smooth portion of the shaft, about eight inches worth. Each time I drove it inside her the tip of my thumb banged against her swollen clit. Faster and faster I pumped until I was sure it was hitting the deepest parts of her insides.
After several minutes of fucking my lovely wife with her purple friend I slowed to an easy pace, listening for her breath to catch up. As I stroked her pussy with the dildo she hummed to herself, lightly at first but growing louder the more it filled and left her womanhood. She looked up at me with pure lust in her eyes and her lips parted.
“I want you to put it in my ass.”
With that she slid down a bit, raising her lower half further up on the pillow beneath her. She grasped the back of her knees in her hands and pulled her legs skyward, exposing her rear end nicely. Once she had maneuvered into a comfortable position she slid her hands down to her ass cheeks, pulling them apart, and presented me with her tight little hole. I applied a bit more lube to the toy and stroked it a few times.
“Mmm… yeah, get it ready for me.” She moaned.
I drizzled an ample amount of the slippery liquid into the crack of her ass and spread it around with my hand, making sure to enter her pussy a few more times as I rubbed her asshole with my thumb. I rotated it inside her, preparing her anus for the thickness she was about to receive.
“Stick it in there.” She ordered me firmly.
I pressed the head of the toy cock into her asshole and waited for a response. As I held it there she grunted. I wiggled it a little to help stretch her a bit but she was more than ready.
“Go ahead, push it in. Mama can take it.”
I watched her eyes flutter beneath her closed lids as I pushed the tool all the way inside her ass. When I thought I had gone deep enough I began to slide it back out.
“No! Deeper.” She demanded.
I slide the probe back in, trying to feel for anything pushing back against me. When I finally reached the deepest part of her I stopped and waited again. The smooth half of the dildo was gone and three or for sections of the ribbed half were already inside her as well. I was amazed at the shear amount of cock my wife was able to gobble into her ass. Her breathing had quickened and she seemed to be pushing herself down onto the toy. It must have been exquisite.
“That’s it pet. That’s it, right there.”
I pressed against the now embedded tool, forcing it to curve as it bottomed out into her guts. Her deep groan sounded primitive, like that of a cave woman who had just birthed her first child. With each push of the toy into her ass she groaned in agonizing ecstasy.
“Don’t stop. I want it to hurt.” She was now begging me to pump her ass full and I grew jealous the deeper she took it.
“Now, in and out. Fuck me with it, fuck me deep.”
“Yes, mistress.”
I slid the dildo out halfway and crammed it back inside, banging against her with my fist as I drove into her. The groans quickened as did my pace. I began to slam the toy into her ass with the same force I had just given her pussy, pumping her asshole with the purple meat and wishing it were my own. The harder I pumped the more noise she made. I thought at any minute she would cry out in pain as I rammed her ass as hard I could. I was so deep now that I only had enough toy left to hold on to in my fist. She had forget I was even there, focused only on the object inside her. I took an opportunity in that moment to slap her on the ass cheek; again, in the hopes she would soon return the favor.
“Oh, my God! Eat me! Eat my pussy!” She screamed.
I dove furiously onto her clit, taking it between my lips and pulling. I licked fiercely against it until she bucked wildly beneath me. I shoved the cock in to the hilt once more and held it, now concentrated on making her cum. I licked her swollen clit with purpose, wanting to suck her ecstasy out through its tiny slit. I could feel her legs tighten and her ass clench and knew it was almost time. As college students she had once shown me how to aid in her orgasm by rubbing her belly, just above her neatly trimmed hair below the navel. I pressed down on her tummy with my palm and felt her begin let go. She let out a tiny squeal, a stark contrast to the grunts she had been giving me during the pounding, and looked down at me between her legs while nodding. I bore down on her cunt with my mouth, steadying myself as climax overcame her.
“Ahhhh… I’m cumming baby, I’m cumming!”
Her sweet surrender to orgasm stole her away from the strict disciplinary role she had been playing to that point. My fear was that I would lose her to the moment and she wouldn’t want to play anymore afterward, but for now, all I could do was massage her belly and watch as she savored the release. She arched her back sharply, strained and cried out several more times. She grabbed the back of my head with both hands and pulled it into her, pumping my face into her pussy until finally collapsing against the pillows.
I loosened my mouth from her cunt and sat up, my face drenched in her juices. She pushed on her bowels, releasing the rubber dick from her ass and I wiped it off with a nearby towel. She rolled her legs over and smiled at me, obviously spent by her orgasm and completely at ease with her current circumstance. After a few moments she gathered herself and to my amazement regained her roll as authoritarian.
“That’s good for now. Get off of me.”
“Yes, mistress.”
I sat up and smiled, not sure if she was still interested in giving me what I wanted.
“I guess you think you’ve earned yourself a little prize, is that right?”
“I hope so, mistress.”
“I bet you want me to fuck that ass the way you did mine.”
I nodded, unable to speak at the thought of her doing to me what I had just done to her.
“Speak up, bitch! Do you want me to fuck you or not?”
“Yes, mistress!”
“Well then, beg me.”
“Please, mistress.” I whimpered.
“Louder!” she demanded.
“Please, mistress!” I tried to shout but my voice cracked.
“Tell me what you want you little slut!”
“Fuck me. Please fuck me!”
“Where?!?”
“In my ass! Fuck me in the ass, mistress!”
I tried to restrain my excitement, not wanting to give her too much, and trying my best to remain timid. I wanted her to violate me, to hurt me. I wanted her to know that I was her little bitch for the night. Jennifer got up onto her knees, puffing out her breasts and removed the clothespins from her nips. She jerked them both off at the same time, without so much as a flinch, causing me to shudder. If she was still this devoted to her part, my asshole was in trouble. She turned her attention to me, noticing my concern and played on it.
“That’s right, bitch. I’m about to fuck you up. Now, roll over.”

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Dad Doesn’t Stand A Chance: Part 2

Dad Doesn’t Stand A Chance: Part 2
If you haven’t read Part I, you should in order to understand how the events in Part 2 happened. This is a true story. Names have been changed.
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At the end of Part I, I said that I had decided on a master plan that would end in Ben finally fulfilling my lusty desires, but unfortunately, it had to be put off because I got the flu that the same weekend we went to the ball game. After I recovered, I tried to put the plan back in action but the person I had in mind to help me with it was on vacation and wouldn’t be back for a couple days.
During this time, I still watched Ben jack off to pictures of the blonde girl on cam but after asking me for my number the third time, he got frustrated and started ignoring my private messages. I was really disappointed that it was over and more than ever wanted to make what I had in mind happen.
When Ashley finally called me to come over, I was psyched. Ashley is my 16 year old cousin from New Jersey. Ben doesn’t know her because she is the daughter of my real dad’s deadbeat brother, Mike. Mike is an asshole, plain and simple. He’s a drunk, and only works when he needs money for booze, or just bothers my dad for cash when he can’t find one, which brings me back to Ashley. Since her dad doesn’t take care of her, she does what she can to make money, and that involves having sex with men, as long as they’re paying. I first found out when I caught her giving Thomas a blow job. I didn’t tell Tom that I saw them, but I told her about it and she admitted that it had been going on for a while. She didn’t own up to the fact that they had sex, but I had a feeling they did. She told me she had done it with other family members of ours for money but she actually liked the male attention. She asked me if I wanted a blow job for $10 but seeing as she had confided in me, I told her I was gay and since then we’ve been really close.
When I called her about my plan, she was really excited. I had $200 in it for her, but she was in from the time I mentioned Ben. His birthday was coming up and this would be the perfect time to spring my trap. I was going to get him the best birthday present a son could get his dad. A young, hot teen with a tight, dick-craving pussy. As long as everything went according to plan, getting him to fuck me would just be a few phases away. I worked out everything with her and I patiently counted down the days until that night.
When his birthday finally came around, we got dressed and went out to dinner. Ashley came along as a friend from New Jersey who was staying in New York, and Ben was happy for her to keep me company as many of his work colleagues joined us at dinner and he was afraid I would be bored. The night was surprisingly fun and made easier by the fact that his friends kept ordering bottles of wine. Ben isn’t much of a drinker so after two glasses he was a little buzzed but by the time we left the restaurant he seemed to sober up a bit. I told him Ashley’s parents would pick her up at our house later in the night after he kept insisting that he wanted to take her home himself. I needed everything to go perfectly from here on out.
When we got home, I sent Ashley upstairs while Ben headed straight for the den and switched on Sportscenter to see the highlights before bed. I helped him take off his shoes and I sat there watching the show with him, happy to buy Ashley some time. After it ended, he switched over the tv and kissed me on the forehead saying he was ready for bed but I stopped him. I told him I had a birthday present for him and went into the kitchen and brought out a gift box and a white plastic bag.
He opened the gift and was pretty pleased with what I had got him. A couple shirts, some ties and cufflinks, and a sharp pair of shoes he had said he liked in a magazine ad. When I saw he was getting ready to leave again, I pulled out what I had in the plastic bag. It was a six pack of beer I had Ashley buy before she came over that day. I didn’t know Ben would have been drinking tonight so it was a last ditch attempt to get him buzzed before the big surprise.
“Where’d you get that?”
“I asked a friend to buy it for me. Well, for you.”
“You bought your old man beer…haha”
“Haha yeah…want one?”
“Nah champ, I’m tired. I’m gonna head to bed”
“Actually, the truth is dad, I’ve been wanting to try it but I didn’t want to do it behind your back. I thought it would be better if we did it together. You know, like a father-son thing.”
“Hmm…let me see one.”
I handed him the beer and he opened one and tasted it. He handed the can to me and opened another for himself. He smiled and knocked his can with mine and took small gulps and let out a loud burp. The beer actually didn’t taste that bad, but I was hoping it would put his buzz over the edge.
“Alright champ, we good now?”
“Oh come on, at least finish it…”
He smiled and drank the rest in one sip. I opened another without asking and handed it to him but he refused. I told him I wanted to challenge him to a drink off to see who could down the entire beer first but he wasn’t budging. Needless to say, I can be very convincing and after a minute or two, we had our drink off which he won by a landslide. He unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his semi-swollen “beer gut” and tried to jiggle it but it wasn’t doing much. By the time I opened the third and set it down on the coffee table, he was standing up.
“You’re gonna drink me under the table boy. You want a challenge? Help me up these stairs.”
He laughed as I struggled to hold his strain as we walked up the stairs. He wasn’t drunk but he was significantly impaired by all the alcohol and I could feel the butterflies rising as we neared the upstairs corridor. When we got to his room, I opened the door slightly and we both stumbled in, me still balancing him and pushed it close behind me. When he looked up, he seemed a bit stunned into soberness by the sight of Ashley on his bed and to tell you the truth, I was too. Face down, ass up, legs spread apart, wearing the sexiest bra she owned and a short school girl skirt with no underwear, finger in pussy. She looked wet and ready.
“What the fuck”
“Happy birthday dad”
“What?”
“Happy birthday. This is my gift to you.”
“Travis, what the fuck is this?”
“Come on dad, I know you like teen girls. She’s hot ain’t she? And she wants you”
He paused and said he needed to pee and took two steps towards the bathroom, pulling his semi-hard dick out of his zipper but he didn’t take his eyes off Ashley. And right then and there, he started peeing. Right in the middle of the bedroom, on the carpet. Not looking down, just holding his dick and watching Ashley on the bed. His stream of urine was strong and yellow and after he was done, he just stood there, still holding his semi-hard dick, still looking at Ashley playing with her pussy.
I was rock hard at all it. Seeing him in this situation, seeing his dick in real life, seeing him pee right in front of me, I was taking it all in. I needed to step in though and I slowly walked up behind him and undid the last two buttons on his shirt and pulled it off him. Ashley began moaning and calling his name, saying that she wanted him inside of her, and after he looked at me, I nodded and told him to go for it, that it was my present to him.
He walked over and rubbed his hand over her wet pussy and then over his dick and positioned himself and pushed into her. The first phase of my plan was finally happening. He was fucking someone in front of me. He started thrusting small but as she pushed back, he started ramming his dick into her. It was beautiful. He held onto her shoulders and pulled her back repeatedly on his thick cock, only sometimes stopping to wander to her small, perky tits to give them a rough grab and squeeze. I was jacking off so hard by now but trying to stay out of eyesight, hoping not to stir any guilt in him but I couldn’t help but want to see the whole vision. He pulled out and came violently, blowing his hot cum all over her ass and back pulling her hair as shot after shot of cum splattered her body. He unclicked her bra to remove it and flipped her over, sucking her breasts and biting her nipples. I moved up behind him, and as he held himself partly over her, I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down and off. He didn’t stop to look at what I was doing and just raised his legs one at a time when it was needed. I tried pulling his boxers down next but it was more difficult because of his posture and the fact that his semi-hard cock was exposed through the front hole. After two failed attempts, he stood directly up, his hands now reaching down to her pussy and I easily removed his boxers and threw them in a corner. Here he was, my dad, my perfect guy, standing completely naked, with his cock dripping cum, sweaty, horny and ready to plow teenage pussy.
He turned around and smiled at me and asked me to go to his underwear drawer and grab a bottle of lube. I felt so weird with him looking at me with my dick in my hand but relieved that it was done and that things would be much hotter now. I got the lube and handed it over to him. He squeezed it onto his dick, making sure he was slippery and then took a little and rubbed in nicely onto Ashley’s pussy. He called me over and held the tip of my dick and squeezed lube up and down it, and gave it a one over rub. I’m surprised I didn’t bust then and there.
“Now that’ll make it feel much better. Come here. You want to fuck your friend?”
“Nah dad, she’s all yours. It’s your birthday. Get some.”
He smiled and turned back to Ashley who was rubbing her pussy. She seemed so horny and hot for dad, and I couldn’t blame her. He was a god. He spread her legs wide open and guided his thick cock into her gaping pussy. It seemed that he was now getting deeper than before with this new position and Ashley started screaming loudly from all the pleasure. By the time, he started thrusting all the inches into her pussy, she was going crazy and he let her feet go and lay directly on top of her, using one hand to muffle screams while using the other hand to squeeze and suck her tits while his cock pumped in and out of her pussy. His ass showed how much he was fucking, tightening and exhaling with ever pump. It was the most glorious image I had ever seen and to this day, after everything that has happened, I can still remember it as clear as day.
He kept diving into her harder and faster for about ten minutes until he pulled out and jumped over her, stroking his massive cock over her face. She pulled herself up and put it into her mouth sucking it hard and gagging a couple times before he drenched her throat with more steaming, hot cum. I could see the beads of sweat running down his back and he was breathing heavily and smiling down at her. She looked up at him, mouth open, showing that she had swallowed all of it and he seemed very happy to know he added some protein to her young diet. By this time, I had cum multiple times, all over my hands, chest and legs and was covered in dry, sticky cum spots.
It was about 2am at this time, and he said that was about all the fun he could have for the night because he had work in the morning and jumped off the bed and headed into his shower. I went over and lay down next to her, smelling him all over and making sure she was okay. She was more than okay though. She seemed to be in love, smiling, giggling, lusting for more. I was getting a little jealous but she did her part so I guess I could allow her to enjoy it too. Then, she got up and ran into his bathroom.
I could hear them talking and her giggling and then I began hearing water splashing. I walked to the door and peered in and there he was, inches deep in her pussy once more. She was sucking his fingers while he was leaning against the wall, her pussy riding back on him, hungry and starving. He turned her around and picked her up and bounced her pussy on his dick as she wrapped her legs around his waist. When his toes started to curl, he shouted he was close to cumming but she wrapped her legs tighter around his waist and whispered in his ear, continuing to take his thick shaft up her body. After a couple minutes, he let out a loud groan and shot his third cum deep in her pussy as she kissed him. They stood there in the shower, kissing for a while before we all finished showering and got ready for bed.
When she went to the guest room to get her clothes, I confronted her about letting him cum inside of her but she brushed it off saying that she was on the pill. I was furious that my plan seemed to be bringing her more pleasure than myself and locked her out of his bedroom that night. As I crawled into his bed, he was drowsy and naturally tired, but still somewhat awake and lay there in his boxers under the covers, with his arms behind his head looking up.
“Damn fun night champ.”
“Yeah, it sure was. Really happy you liked it.”
“Liked it? I loved it! Your friend okay though right?”
“Yeah, don’t worry, she’s on the pill.”
“Not what I meant but good to know. We got wild eh. How old is she?”
“16.”
“16! Fuck! Really?”
“Yeah. She’s 16.”
“SHIT! Nice. Well, we better make sure she won’t tell nobody.”
“No worries dad. She’s all paid for.”
“Fuck. Son where’d you get her? You fuck her before?”
“I know her from by Snr. She fucks for money. We fucked before.” (I was obviously lying to prolong the conversation.
“Damn, my son turning into a big man. How come you didn’t tell me?”
“Haha, I don’t know.”
“Well from now on, no more secrets.”
“Yeah, no more secrets.”
“God. I don’t know. I still think that you’re 6 sometimes. But you’re definitely not 6 anymore. You gonna make those bitches scream.”
“Not like you dad. Your dick is HUGE”
“Haha, it’s alright. You have to know how to use it. How to make a woman feel good. You’ll get there son.”
“How big is it?”
“My dick? Hell, I haven’t measured it in ages. Your mom used to measure it. She said it was 8.5 inches sometimes. Sometimes 9 inches.”
“Wow. I’m only 5 inches.”
“That’s big for a man your age son. Just keep jerking and fucking that pussy and you’ll be big like your old man.”
“Well, you gotta teach me.”
“Don’t worry champ, after tonight, I owe you big time. Good night.”
“Good night dad.”
I think I fell straight asleep that night snuggled close to dad. It had been such an amazing experience that I didn’t want it to end, but I knew I would have to move on in order to get to the ultimate goal. The game had just begun and I was going to get my way, no matter what I had to do.
TO BE CONTINUED…

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My Journey as a Master

I posted this story of my beginning and life in BD/SM relationships with two separate wonderful women. Each woman last over twenty years with me and only ended due to their health problems.
Romance, marriage, dominance, submission and Master/slave/wife.

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Polka Dot Pajama Bottoms

Hi there! This is my first story, I hope you like it and I sincerely appreciate any feedback, comments, questions, opinions, requests, etc… my only humble request is that you do so respectfully. I can continue this story if people like it. Thanks for reading, Enjoy!
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Her apartment smelled of fabric softener, Om Nagchampa incense, and sweet cannabis. The balcony doors were all open and the heat of his anxiousness steadily seeped out into the tropical January night chill. She was wearing less than usual, this was the first time he had ever seen her shapely long legs. His eyes traced their way from her bare feet to her toned calves, lingering for a moment on her silky thighs, then up to her short fuzzy white and teal polka dot pajama shorts. He realized he was staring and flinched to bend over and remove his shoes at the door where he stood… desperately hoping she hadn’t caught him gawking awkwardly.
“Found it ok?” She chimed. “Yup, that wasn’t too far at all!” He smiled, relieved that she was oblivious and admiring her pretty smile. She leaned in to give him a hug and a quick peck on the cheek. He had hoped to have been greeted with a kiss. He breathed her in and held her in a hug for a moment after she had already reflexively released. Her long soft curls draped over his hand loosely as it found the small of her back. She stood in his arm, very aware of his anchoring hand on her lower back and his pulse against her breasts. He inhaled deeply savoring the smell of her; his breath in the curve of her neck caused a sensuous shiver down her spine, briefly paralyzing her retreat, her neck had always been her weak spot. She was glad that he hadn’t tried to kiss her, she enjoyed his warmth in their momentary embrace and smelled his cologne, the one which she complimented him on the other day when they met. She smiled to herself… that smell turned her on.
“Come on in” She led him in by the hand and closed the door behind him. Her place was artsy and very clean and tidy, he was relieved. The last girl he dated was even messier than him. They made their way to the couch where he strategically sat in the middle. She went to set her phone on the dock to play some music then went to sit down beside him. They made casual conversation, laughing and listening. They eventually eased themselves closer together into a comfortable interlocking of limbs sunk deeply into the plush sofa and satin throw pillows. Hours had passed. He realized that he would have to take some initiative in seducing her. This would be the type of woman who was going to make him work for it. The prospect of that challenge instantly excited him and he unconsciously adjusted his shorts. He watched her as she talked, her gestures, her hands so graceful and expressive. Her exotic brown eyes were bright and mysterious and almost appeared to see right through him. Her teeth were bright and she flashed them each time he would make her laugh or smile. He was aching to get closer but didn’t want to get slapped in the process. He watched her mouth intently and at one point even caught himself mouthing her words along as she spoke, being so engrossed in the movement of her lips.
She was amused, and appreciated his willingness to hear about her career aspirations and academic goals, fully aware that he wouldn’t remember much of what she was saying. None the less, she continued talking for fear that if the conversation were to dwindle he would pounce on her like a cat planning a ninja attack on its favorite toy. She listened as he told her about his music, his friends and football… or was it baseball? She didn’t care much for sports and her mind was wandering as she struggled to maintain eye contact. She inhaled deeply, and something about that damn cologne hit her again all at once before she could even exhale. Triggering a surge of excitement to race through her body, she was completely caught off guard by her responsiveness to his masculine scent. She felt an instant rise in her body temperature emanating from deep in her core, her face became flushed and her supple skin was again enveloped by that familiar prickly chill. She blinked slowly, deliberately; trying to compose herself discreetly and regain some control over her flustered body. She met his eyes and realized he was no longer talking, but was watching her with a mischievous smile… Did he know? When had he stopped talking? Why was he looking at her like that? She became anxious and rhetorically offered to go get them some water from the fridge.
She shifted, extending her leg from under her to put her feet on the ground in an attempt to escape the awkwardness in her living room for the refuge of her kitchen only a few feet away. His primal instincts took over him and he became a hunter calculating the optimal point of attack. In his peripheral view he watched as she outstretched her bare leg and began to lean forward, never breaking their eye contact. The moment one foot touched the ground he saw his moment of opportunity and sprang forward. His lips met their target straight on and his hands reached out to the arm rest behind her, cornering her against it as he pressed his body to hers. With one leg still folded underneath her and the other on the floor, it was a matter of seconds before she had no choice but to position herself under him horizontally to avoid twisting the foot that was still tucked under her. The fact that she wasn’t fighting it actually shocked her more than the bold act itself.
He was lying on top of her now, kissing her passionately and greedily. She parted her lips slightly, whether it was an innate reaction to his unintentional gyrating against her or an attempt to object, neither of them could really tell. She leaned back on her elbow and lifted her free hand to his chest, applying only a very slight pressure against him as if to communicate “I could stop this at any moment, so don’t get carried away…”. She at least wanted to retain the illusion of some control in the situation. It seemed her body was winning the fight with her better judgment and she realized the unsolicited domination of this blue eyed stranger in her home was making her undeniably wet in her little polka dot pajama bottoms. Almost intuitively he sensed her arousal and decided to push her further. He took her passively opposing hand by the wrist and lifted it above her head. She uttered what was almost a protest to her new constricted predicament just as his mouth moved to her hypersensitive neck and the only noise that escaped her lips was a breathless feminine moan of surrender.
Her reluctant groan hummed into his ear. Its vibration amplified by his own trembling anticipation and excitement, eliciting an animalistic hunger as he devoured the sweet taste of her flesh. His mouth moved with a passionate aggression from her ear down her neck, he found her collar bone and moved further to continue this exploration of her throbbing chest. His hand wandered behind her back in search of the arm that she was propping herself up on. He found her wrist easily and lifted it above her head to join the other, rendering her incapable of getting away, even though by then there was nowhere else she’ d have rather been. With both hands now bound above her head she sank deeper into the corner of the sofa, his mouth following her down. He took both of her wrists above her head with his one big hand, freeing the other for his conquest.
The pulsating constriction of his shorts intensified when he looked down at her for a moment, soaking in the site of the beautiful brunette below him, submitting to his control and squirming in anticipation. She was hot and flustered, hair disheveled, flushed cheeks and chest heaving rhythmically as she helplessly awaited his next move. He admired her erect nipples pointing up at him as they rose and fell under her tight aquamarine spaghetti strap tank top now stuck to her skin from the moistness of their body heat, lewdly outlining her perky voluptuous breasts. He looked back up at her face, her mouth was ajar as she stared him right back in the eye, almost challenging him. He gave her a devilish smirk and surprised her with a sudden suggestive thrust of his groin. He had tactfully managed to position himself directly between her now open legs and was pressing his erection against the wet crotch of her little shorts. The unexpected pressure directly on her sensitive clit caused her pussy to suddenly spasm uncontrollably. He watched her eyes roll back and close as a soft involuntary whimper escaped her pink lips. That was the only invitation he needed. He moved his free hand up to the back of her neck to her bouncy soft curls, entwining her hair around his fingers and then tightening his grip. Her eyes reopened and she looked up at him. He tightened his grip even more and when he was content with the leverage of his grasp he held her head so that she was forced to look him directly in the eye. She was hungry for more and he could see it, he was going to give her everything she wanted and more, much more. Slowly he began grinding his pelvis against her, looking her in the eye, tightening his grips on her hands and her hair. His thrusting intensified and became more calculated, he was teasing her and himself. Deep hard strokes and rocking in circular rhythms followed purposeful successions of repeated forward thrusts, all the while she tried her damnedest not to break eye contact, but once in a while would slip in the bliss and he would tighten his grip on her hair forcing her to come back to him.
As he continued to dry hump her with vigor he didn’t realize his shorts had been working their way further and further down. He was so enthralled with the pleasure that he was deriving from the simulated sex he was having that he didn’t immediately notice the front of his shorts had worked their way down about 6 inches, subsequently leaving the only thing obstructing his engorged member from its prized target to be his thin boxer brief with a missing button on the flap, and her now soaking wet polka dot pajama shorts. When he finally acknowledged this new unrestricted sensation, he began pumping even harder, until the head of his dribbling cock made its way through the opening in his briefs and found her warm wet shorts were not doing a very good job at keeping her covered. It wasn’t long before his determined prick found its way around the crotch of her shorts and through the leg opening. He almost exploded right then and there when his dick made direct contact with her tight slippery slit. He had assumed she would have been wearing panties, and she definitely was not.
He lowered his head to her and kissed her hard on the lips, exploring her with his tongue and growling primitively into her mouth. She wrapped her legs around his waist tightly, communicating her desire for more. He took his queue and aligned his member in preparation to enter her. He pulled away from their kiss and with his mouth against her ear he whispered coarsely “Mmm, you naughty girl… I’ll have to teach you a lesson about what happens to naughty little girls who don’t wear panties…” and just as a despairing moan escaped her lips he plunged himself deep inside her to the hilt. She cried out in pain and ecstasy, and within minutes exploded into a drenching, quivering, convulsing orgasm all over his engorged tingling man meat. He grunted loudly and tried to keep his composure as her vice like cunt sucked him in to its velvety wet walls and squeezed him repeatedly tighter and tighter until her intense climax subsided. He was so deep inside of her that he could feel his head against her cervix and he knew in that moment if he didn’t pull out soon he would blow his pent up load all over it. The fervid geyser that was emanating from his swollen balls was fighting its way out; quickly he tried to pull all 7.5 inches of his thick meat out of her hollow clutches, this time not quite as abruptly as his initial entry. One inch, two, three inches…. Four inches… she was moaning and rubbing her beautiful breast while running her hand up and down his chest and torso, he knew he would probably still be hard even after he came, this was just too damn hot, and he was anxious to fuck her right, and a bit embarrassed that he couldn’t last longer… 5 inches… almost there, he can feel it about to blow…6 inches… Suddenly her legs wrapped around him again, pulling him back in.
“Shit, I am going to cum, hang on I need to pull out!” He said frantically, his voice cracked. She grabbed him by the neck of his shirt and pulled him into her, bringing his face down half way. His cock now completely back inside her, she leaned forward to meet his face, the juicy clutch was too much for him to bear when she maneuvered forward to lean into him. She kissed him hard, her tongue probed his mouth and he blasted his gooey cream with abandon deep into her pussy, whimpering and grunting into her mouth as spurt after spurt projected from his still rock hard erection. He was trembling against her as she pulled her mouth from his, brought it up to his ear and whispered “Mmm… you naughty boy, I’ll have to teach you a lesson about what happens to naughty boys who cum before I say they can…”

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Mum finds out I’m a Nudist … bit of a BIG surprise

My name is David and I’m 26 years old and lived in 1 bedroom flat in a small town in the UK. I had recently separated from my long-term girlfriend and so was now living alone. When I was younger, I remember my parents taking me to many nudists’ beaches on holiday in warmer countries. I was a bit too young to realise then or even care but obviously something was born into me then that never left.

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I Watched My Wife With An Older Man 2

I posted the start of my story a week ago, and intended that was all I’d say about it. The title of it was I Watched My Wife With An Older Man. Doing that was hard enough because I was extremely frightened of being found out. I still am. That would be the end of my job, and Anna’s and my life here. To be truthful, I didn’t exactly write that part either. I had a friend do it for me, just like she’s doing with this episode. Her name is Cleo. I’ve been friends with Cleo since high school and we have no secrets from each other. She is totally beautiful but except for a few childhood games of Doctor, we’ve never been lovers – just the best of friends. That’s why I told her about my wife being fucked by that older man – and how it’d made me feel. I figured she’d call me a wimp, or worse. Most folks would, but I was surprised when she told me she had written a story like mine for another man and posted it on a website. She said it’d helped the guy deal with his feelings about it, and assured me no one could possibly find out who it was about. I knew she’d written articles for the local paper, but was still reluctant. She finally persuaded me, so I spoke into a recorder and she put it together.
I guess I should first bring everyone up to date. A few months ago I’d brought home a business client who was a friend of my boss, to stay the night. He was a big guy, older man (I found out he was sixty years old) in pretty good shape with a developing pot-belly. I’m thirty-five, Anna’s twenty-nine. That evening I’d watched in a pretended drunken sleep as he’d hit on Anna all night, primarily just to see what she’d do – if she would remain faithful. To cut to the chase, he’d ended up fucking her into a shuddering climax as I’d watched from the bathroom, cumming into a tissue. Just watching them had made me cum so hard I was weak. I’d been totally unprepared for my reaction to seeing some stranger stuff his large cock inside my wife, and I was still having trouble dealing with it. At times I was so jealous I was filled with rage. Sometimes, I jerked off into a sock just reliving it. Pretty sick, huh? Go ahead call me a wimp, a pussy. I’ve called myself worse over all this.
I never mentioned to Anna that I saw them, so she didn’t suspect, although she tried doubly hard to please me after it happened – waiting on me, hot sex sessions, the whole thing. I guess she felt guilty, but what the hell, so did I. Then the bomb shell dropped. My boss came by, congratulated me on a minor accomplishment and asked if I minded if Walt stayed a couple nights with Anna and me again. Said he’d raved about how much he’d enjoyed it. I’ll bet! My mind suddenly cramped-up at the news and all I could do was nod dumbly. That night lying in bed with Anna, I contemplated the corner I was in, and wondered if I should confess that I’d seen them. I just couldn’t do it. I guess I loved her too much and knew the stress it’d cause between us. Still, I knew I had to inform her Walt would be returning, and I didn’t know how she would receive that news.
“You remember that Walt guy who stayed overnight with us a while back? Well, the boss asked me if we could do it again for a couple days.” I felt her grow quiet beside me, couldn’t even hear her breathing.
“You didn’t agree, did you?”
“Well . . . I sort of did. Is that a problem?”
After a long heartbeat, she said, “I guess not. I just don’t like strangers in our home. I like being alone with you.”
“It’ll be all right. You liked Walt Okay, didn’t you?”
“I guess,” she said in a quiet voice.
A moment later she slid over and laid her head on my chest. “Pat, I love you.”
“And I love you, Kitten.”
“I really mean it.”
“Me too.”
The day finally arrived and I picked Walt up at the airport. Anna was fixing BBQ on the back patio. She was dressed in her white shorts and a halter top. She loved beautiful as usual. Walt must of thought so too because as I watched him watch her tight ass all afternoon, I could see a bulge in the area of his fly. I made it my job to run errands into the kitchen for drinks and sauce, hurrying to a spot near the back bedroom where I could watch them. Walt was predictable. No sooner had I departed the area, and he was at it again. He’d grab Anna by the wrist or around her waist, but she’d jerk away and hiss something at him until he backed off. As the evening got late and we consumed more drinks, my “bathroom trips” took longer and I could see Anna was getting tired of having to fight him off. I didn’t know how far I’d let it go yet. I felt like a sick puppy, but was also so excited that I trembled. The conflict was killing me. On one trip I made it to the back window and saw them standing near the pool, Walt’s hand was trapped between Anna’s legs, and I watched as he forced his knee between them too, getting better access. He was now able to cup her entire vagina, working his hand as she attempted to push it away. Suddenly, he lowered his face and swallowed her mouth. She froze. Then I saw something that stabbed me in the heart. She accepted his tongue, suddenly kissing him back, and quit pushing his hand away. Somehow seeing her kiss him like that hurt about as bad as previously seeing his cock inside her. As for my own cock, it could’ve cut glass at the moment. Anna finally broke away, glancing furtively toward the door where I’d return. They were seated when I got there, Anna’s face flushed, Walt grinning.
I stood and stretched. “Well, as I said, I have to be in the office to call the East Coast office as soon as they open in the morning. They’re a couple hours ahead of us so it’ll be an early day for me. I have to turn in, but you guys enjoy the evening and we’ll figure out what we’ll do tomorrow when I return about nine. Good night. I ignored Anna’s expression, something between terror and hunger, and went inside.
I put on my PJ bottoms, remained barefoot, and peeked outside to see if they were still there. They were there conversing in low tones. Anna was shaking her head and sneaking glances at the rear door. I heard Walt laugh softly as Anna dropped her head, staring into her lap. Walt got up and went to sit beside her on the sofa lounge. She didn’t look at him. Walt took her unresisting hand, placing it on his dick, holding it there. She still didn’t look up, just shook her head, apparently telling him no but he was ignoring her. With his other hand he reached out and grasped her right nipple and I imagined I could hear her gasp from where I watched. I knew she loved that, and watched her face contort as he rolled it around between his thumb and forefinger. Even from where I stood, I could see she was weakening. Walt took his considerable semi-hard girth from his trousers, and re-wrapped her fingers around it. This time she looked down at it, opening her mouth as though in amazement. It looked even larger than I recalled.
Walt released her nipple, massaged the side of her neck and face, then pulled her head forward and down, toward his erection. She resisted only temporarily, then lowered her face and engulfed most of it. I head him groan as she did. Then she went to work on his cock hungrily for a couple minutes. Suddenly, she stood, looked down at him for a moment then walked toward the rear door. I scampered frantically to get back to our bedroom, sliding under the covers with only a second to spare. The exertion probably made my deep breathing convince her I was sound asleep. I heard the door close softly and only waited for about a minute before I hurried back to my post near the window. Anna was already kneeling in front of him, swallowing his cock hungrily. He pulled her up into his lap, holding still as she slowly slid down on his thick cock. I saw her throw her head back – heard her moan. Then they were fucking like animals. I was finding it hard to breath, could feel my heart pounding against my chest violently. My legs were about to give out but I couldn’t look away. It was clear their frustration had been building all afternoon and they wanted a quick release. His cock was so thick I could see him pulling the lining of her vagina out with each thrust. Mine looked like a child’s in comparison. If it was painful for her, she didn’t act like it. His hairy sacs looked like hardballs slapping against her anus. He suddenly grasped her ass cheeks and strained upward. I could see Anna’s inter-thighs trembling, heard her whimper and saw her toes working steadily. I knew from experience that she was there. She was sucking his tongue as they came together – long shuddering surges wracking her body in waves – over and over. I felt completely inadequate. I’d never been able to make her do that. Then I exploded too, like a volcano – like I’d never done before either. My legs finally gave out as I slowly sank to the floor, never taking my eyes off the spectacle before me.
Anna had collapsed against his hairy chest, gasping through her open mouth for breath, her ass and legs still trembling violently from her pleasure. She lowered her face again and lovingly accepted his tongue, clearly licking the inside of his mouth. God that hurt. As his cock deflated, a river of white ran from her pussy lips, onto his hairy balls and legs. I watched as he pushed her off his lap and guided her head downward, indicating with a silent nod what he wanted. Without a single protest, she sucked his cock clean, licking it from top to bottom – she did his balls, then back to his softening cock. She made love to it, actually worshiped it with her mouth. That nearly killed me, but my own cock was hardening once more and I grasped it tightly.
Who was this woman whom I thought I knew? She’d never licked my messy cock afterward. This person looked like a slut. A total stranger. That was my beautiful Anna in front of me. My wife! I watched, mesmerized, as she worked his cock back to a state of erection. It was already half-hard when she sucked his nuts into her mouth, lifted up and nibbled under them at the tender strip of flesh found there. I saw his thick meat stiffen more as he slid downward, giving her better access. He lifted his knees, holding them in the crook of his arms as she nuzzled between his ass cheeks, licking his asshole.
Slut! Oh shit, I was ready to cum again. I quickly let go of my cock, breathing heavily and shaking. She had it stuck all the way down her throat now, her nose in his pubic hair, holding it there, her throat muscles working, milking it. It didn’t take long. His thighs tightened as he wrapped his fingers in her hair and shot his load deep into her belly. She lapped it up like it was cream. He had to literarily had to force her mouth off his cock. He tossed her onto the sofa, and buried his face in her vagina as she screamed, clutching his head in her hands and between her thighs. She came almost instantly. So did I. I almost had to crawl back to my room. Half-alseep, I felt Anna slip silently between the sheets about twenty minutes later.
The next morning I left before daylight, Anna still sleeping. I took care to smooth my side of the sheet and fluff my pillow though. I came back around nine to find them both in the pool. I went into the bedroom and found the bed hadn’t been made yet. Pulling down the cover, I saw my side mussed, the pillow flattened. On the sheet were several small stains that I knew were semen. I got close and took awhiff. It looked like they’d had quite a morning after I’d left. Jealousy reared its ugly head again. So did my cock.
I knew it would only be temporary relief, but I went into the bathroom and whacked off. Then I joined them outside, where I learned Walt had been advised to attend a luncheon in El Paso the following day and had to leave for the airport. He said he’d return and spend one more day with us after his meeting. Anna “volunteered” to drive him to the airport. They departed around 2:00 PM. It was a forty minute round trip. She returned about 5:30. I checked her closely and saw the tell-tell redness around her pretty mouth, knowing instantly that she’d given Walt a good send-off to hold him until his return. She laid down for a well-earned nap, and I called my friend Cleo.
“Do you still love her, Pat?”
“Yes.”
“And she still loves you. Where’s the problem? You enjoy her pleasure, and it gives you pleasure. Period. All this is, is a little rubbing friction and an exchange of bodily fluids. It’s transitory and will pass. I suggest you tell her you know, and admit you liked it, too.”
I guess I’ve got a decision to make.

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Dad Doesn’t Stand A Chance: Part 1

Dad Doesn’t Stand A Chance: Part I
I’m so happy I found this site. I was searching for individuals who are having the same experiences as me, and while I can’t talk to anyone about them just to be safe, at least I can share my experience through writing and get some anonymous feedback :). I’ll start where it all began, about 3 months ago. This is a true story. Names have been changed.
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My name is Travis and I live in New York. I just turned 13 at the beginning of summer and I consider myself a pretty average teenager. I’m really into computers and video games, but I’m also outside a lot playing basketball with my brother and friends from school. I’m pretty good at it I guess, my height is an advantage. I hit puberty when I was 11, and aside from things dropping and getting hairy, I shot up like a beanstalk. I’m 5’6”, and lanky. Flat chest, flat stomach, but my arms and legs are a little toned because of all the ball. I just started getting hair on my legs and under my arms, but its pretty fair and nothing to boast about.
My brother’s name is Thomas and he’s 18. He’s really into video games and basketball too. I guess I like it because of him. He’s on his school’s basketball ball team and he’s pretty good. He’s 5’11”, and has got a decent body, although he is not ripped as he should be, maybe because he spends his time off the court playing Halo and eating pizza. He’s not the gym type. He believes in getting fit through sport. We have a really good relationship and he’s thought me everything. About girls, puberty, masturbation, he’s an open book to me. He’s basically been my father-figure since my mom and dad split years ago. Not that my dad wasn’t around, but after the divorce, he said it was us against the world.
My mom and dad separated when I was 5. My dad never remarried and lives in New Jersey. He’s a teacher. My mom remarried to Benjamin, who is pretty decent. He’s always treated me and Thomas like his own sons, it’s a shame, he and my mom divorced last year. I remember when my mom used to take me to his house and dump me on the couch while they had sex. It was only a matter of time before she left my dad for him. After they got married, he made her a partner in his real estate business, and after a while, she left to start her own real estate business and dumped him. Needless to say, she’s a people user and a huge bitch.
I really consider Ben to be my dad and I still live with him. I told my mom that living with him would be more convenient for me and school but really I just hated the idea of living with her and having to meet some other poor guy she would just use. Thomas got an apartment with his friends and lives with them now. He visits sometimes but he feels weird to come over now that mom and Ben are over. I understand how he feels because he was 10 and knew the situation pretty well enough when Ben came into play but I grew up feeling like Ben is my real dad and only remembered different when Thomas Snr came around.
The biggest thing is, as I’ve become older, I’ve become really attracted to Ben. I mean he’s not perfect, and he definitely would die without a maid, but he’s got a lot going for him. He’s only 35, runs his own company, still boyishly handsome. He keeps himself well groomed, for the sake of business, and is in good shape. He doesn’t have a six pack or lift weights, but he has a morning workout routine that keeps him in order. But most of all, he’s got the most heart melting lips and the most intense, brooding eyes that are dark and captivating. I can tell he really loves me and would do anything for me. He always makes sure I have the best and whatever I want, I get.
It’s been almost 10 months since he and my mom split and he’s taken it pretty well. They were fighting for a while so I think he was more relieved than ever to get it over with. I think he really missed the sex though because they had a lot of it. They would fight over dinner and go upstairs and very loudly make up. I always wondered how he was in bed because he sure sounded like a lot of fun but I was never lucky enough to catch them at it. All I had to go on were cum stains in his boxers and little impressions of his penis head as he walked around in his towel getting ready for work. One thing was for sure, my hormones would not give it up until I found out for myself.
A couple months ago I set up a plan to try to catch him naked but it never worked. I would wait up until he came home and try to catch him in the shower but he would go straight to bed and then shower during the early hours of the morning when he woke up. He knew I already had the puberty talk with my brother so there was no way I could go down that road, and he wasn’t much of a drinker so him coming home drunk and passed out would be a miracle. I had to get creative.
One night I came across a keylogger program that saves typed characters on the computer and I installed it on his pc while he was making dinner. A couple days later, I found out from the program that the night before, he was IMing ladies in a chatroom. He definitely had a wild side and I could just imagine him beating off to the conversation. I saw that he set up a sex meeting with a woman for that same night but I’m not sure if it happened or not. I knew this was my way in so I set up an account that same night and looked out for his username to pop up.
Two days later after dinner, he went into his office to do some “work” while I pretended to go to bed and about 30 minutes later, he came on. He was immediately popular and I could tell he had been here a lot so I private messaged him introducing myself. I was a young hot blonde, just out of high school with a dream of getting deflowered by a hot older man. He bit, hard. I could tell he was interested immediately and he asked if I wanted to cam. I couldn’t believe it was going to happen. I told him my cam was broken but that I had lots of pictures and after a little hesitation, he agreed to just go face and chat for a while.
When he popped up, I got chills. My heart was beating so fast and my dick was in hand. Just seeing his gorgeous face there, all horny and waiting to see teen pussy got me rock hard. He was charming but dominating. I sent him some pics that my brother left on the computer that girls sent to him and Ben couldn’t stop talking about all the naughty things he wanted to do. After a while he stopped typing and I realized he was looking at the pictures and jacking off. I asked him to see and after a fumble or two, he pushed the webcam down exposing his dripping, thick cock. I came immediately just seeing it, shooting my cum all over the underside of my desk and my legs. It was beautiful. I asked him to turn on a light if he had one, and he switched on his desk lamp which revealed it in all its glory. I was so horny, my throbbing cock remained hard and I continued pumping it so utterly enjoying the show. His shirt and tie were still on but below his waist, his pants were gone and his gorgeous dick was shooting out of the hole in his boxers. But it wasn’t enough, I wanted to see the whole thing. I asked him to lose the shirt and the boxers, to get naked, promising that if he did, I would let him be my first fuck. He was more than willing, pulling off his shirt and dropping his boxers exposing his massive balls and more inches of delicious dad cock.
He tugged on it roughly, and slapped it on his stomach and the sides of his big, muscular thighs. I loved his whole body. Very hot and very dad. I knew his face was clean shaven and his chest hair was short and cropped but his balls hair was untamed and wild, just like his sex drive. He was all business on the top and all man in his pants. I felt like I could smell his man scent through the screen. He continued pumping his cock, spitting in his hand occasionally to add lube. He didn’t have the rock hard type like mine, but the extra thick, meaty type, that hung oh so long, and was bendy and could fill you and split you. I could see some veins and the head was a bursting mushroom of pleasure, almost purple from all the excitement.
It must’ve been ten solid minutes of him stroking his big cock over those photos before he told me he was ready to cum and I watched in amazement as he shot two globs of cum on his chest before letting the rest ooze out while he slowly pumped his deflating shaft. I came for a third time after that just totally mesmerized by his cock and his manner. When he was done, he moved the cam back up to his face and that’s when I truly knew I had to have it. He was smiling and his cheeks were red. He looked like he really enjoyed himself as beads of sweat ran down the sides of his face. I knew that was the face I wanted to see hanging over me when I was being fucked for the first time.
He asked for my number, but I told him I lost my phone that same day and that I would be getting another soon. He wanted to make plans to meet up but I told him we would do that soon and made an excuse to leave. He said he had to shower too and signed off.
I went into my bathroom to clean up and a little while after I heard his office door close and he started walking up the stairs. I peeked out and he was wearing his pants but his shirt was still off and he went into his bedroom and closed the door. Then I heard the shower turn on and though I had just came three times, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see him wash all that cum off his big cock.
After I showered, I decided to walk in with the excuse that I need toilet paper or fresh towels or something and hopefully strike up a conversation or catch him naked. Walking down that corridor, the only thing I could hear was my heartbeat but my adrenaline was moving my legs forward. When I opened the door, he was lying in bed and the tv was on. His eyes were closed but the shower was still running. I thought he might have just been resting but after a while, his breathing got really deep and I could tell he was asleep. I turned off the water and snuggled into bed with him. God, he smelled like sex. His pants were buckled and I didn’t want to risk him catching me trying to undo them so I got close to him and went to sleep.
During the night, I felt him shift and heard the shower come back on. He crept into the bathroom and showered and came back smelling fresh and heavenly. He pulled the covers over us and pulled me in close to him. He put his arm around me and kissed me on the back of my head and went back to sleep. I felt guilty that I was spying and lusting after the man who was living to love and protect me but I couldn’t help that he was so unbelievably hot.
His alarm woke me up at 5am but he didn’t budge yet. His back was towards me and he had some small cute little moles that I had not noticed before. It had been a while since we slept in the same bed. His back was hairless, whether naturally or waxed, I was thankful. When the alarm clocked the second time, he reached up and clicked it off. He stretched from under the covers and his short under arms hairs surprised me. I had not noticed them either. He rolled over and put his arm around me and gave me a big, strong hug and smiled when he saw I was awake.
“Good morning champ. Had a bad night?”
“Nah…I heard the shower running for a while and came in and I guess I fell asleep watching tv.”
“Oh yeah, must have did that again. One of these days, I’m gonna flood the house.”
“Haha yeah.”
“Ah, time to get up. Want some breakfast?”
“I’ll make it.”
“Great!”
Cereal and milk it was. We ended up just making some plans for the weekend. He promised to take me to a baseball game since summer had just started and we hadn’t spent any time together for a while. I would’ve been perfectly fine sitting at home behind the computer screen, watching his dick dangle over some girl’s underage pussy but it was nice going out with him, just us alone. We ended up chatting for so long that he didn’t have time to work out and just showered and got ready for work.
When he left, I just sat there thinking of ways to get him to want to fuck me. I didn’t want to drug him or get him drunk. I wanted him to fuck me like he wanted to fuck that blonde bitch in the photo. I wanted his real essence, the real fuck. I wanted to know what it felt like to be fucked by Benjamin, not a shadow of him. What all the other girls felt, what my bitch of a mother screamed loudly over. While I was so grateful my cam scheme worked, it would only be a matter of time before he got bored of my excuses and lack of cam, phone or photos. Plus while seeing his dick in action did wonders for me, I wanted to see his face too, his expressions while he strokes it hard, imagining he’s ripping some man’s poor virgin daughter, while he’s thinking about cumming in her tight pussy.
I finally decided that I had to start small. He wasn’t going to just start fucking me on a whim. I needed to make it a comfortable progression. I needed him to first be open to being naked around me and then be willing to masturbate infront of me or with me or fuck someone infront of me. Once that barrier of showing me his dick was broken, anything would be possible and I had just the person in mind to make it all happen.
There’s much much more but I’m tired of typing.
TO BE CONTINUED…

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