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Sins of the Flesh – Part 3

There comes a time when you have to choose between what others want for you and what you want for yourself. The time to decide what is truly right and what you have been told is right. After reaching this point, there is no turning back, and why would you want to?

Michelle & Luka

TWO Michelle & Luka
After my ordeal with Sally and Luka I had to get out of there. I couldn’t believe what happened. I went straight home and took a long hot shower and went to bed. I tried to sleep, but I couldn’t get the images of that afternoon out of my head. Before I knew it, I was getting excited all over again.
My hand slipped down to my pussy, as I touched myself, the pain was unbearable; I was raw and swollen. I was scared at first that something was wrong. I remembered a few times before after marathon fucking sessions the same thing had happened. I was spent; I had to get some sleep.
The next morning everything seemed fine. I lay in bed still thinking about the day before and started getting excited again. Using some super moisturizing cream I thought a little massage would be in order, just to be sure everything still worked okay. As I slowly began to work on my still tender pussy, I began to imagine my usual fantasy of my boyfriend Jim endlessly pumping away in me. As I got closer to cumming he turned into Luka pumping away. Just as I started to really let loose the image of Luka pulling out and shooting his hot load all over me sent me reeling over the edge with a force I haven’t had since, well, yesterday.
My memory of yesterday was like a series of pictures that were out of order. I’m not that sure exactly how things went. In one way, I was so embarrassed and ashamed and in other ways it was like having my first orgasm.
I wasn’t sure what to do. I ended up calling Sally. I wasn’t sure if that was the greatest idea, but what the hell. She was little shy over the phone and wanted to come over and talk. Sally looks great, she has a face like Michelle Pfeiffer on Marilyn Monroe’s body. I haven’t known her that long, but everyone seems to like her.
She came over that afternoon, I could tell when she came in the door she was a little embarrassed too. She began to make small talk and ramble on about how she felt and was I okay. All of the sudden she burst into tears with her head in her hands begging me not tell anyone about what happened. I went and knelt by her chair putting my arm around her to comfort her.
She was surprised I wasn’t as upset as she was. I told her that yes; it did seem strange when I thought about it too much, but that I get really hot at the same time. We were face to face, she looked into my eye’s saying,
“I get so hot when I remember yesterday, you were driving me crazy.”
She reached up behind me and pushed my head towards hers and our lips met into a deep kiss.
I told her yesterday was new experience for me; I have only been with men and done the usual things. Sally wanted to know if Luka’s dick felt like a man? I answered,
“Maybe a wild man. ”
“It wasn’t his dick, it was how he used it. ”
I asked Sally, “Did you ever hear of women having sex with animals?
“Only Australian guys fucking sheep in the outback.”
We had a great laugh and I offered her some coffee. She asked if was on the Internet?
“Who isn’t these days. ”
“Michelle, lets check out the net”
We took our coffee into my bedroom and fired up the old’ PC.
“What should I look for?”
“Dog sex?”
Well we gave it try, and bingo, a few sites came up. I couldn’t believe it. They were all pay sites but the tours left nothing to the imagination. We were getting the lingo down and tried a few more searches and found a bunch of sites. The teaser pictures were wild. All of these women with all sorts of animals. Sally was pretty quite as I paged through the sites. We came across a good picture of a beautiful woman giving a dog head.
Sally said ” I don’t know about that. ”
I was getting very wet looking at all of these pictures.
I told her about the Luka shooting come all over me and into my mouth, that it was really that bad, “No worse than man’s. ”
“How about a women’s? “Sally asked.
“That either,” I said with a chuckle.
I found a sample story and started reading it out loud. Sally was sitting on the bed behind my chair at the desk so we could both see the monitor. As I read, Sally wrapped her arms around me and gently started rubbing my breasts through my shirt.
I stopped reading and she whispered in my ear “This is so hot, don’t stop.”
I picked up where I left off, as I read she slowly moved her hands into my crotch rubbing my pussy through my shorts. I was getting so wet as Sally was breathing heavily into my ear, I couldn’t read anymore. Sally turned my swivel chair around; I was stunned to see her naked kneeling on the floor.
She began to undo my shorts, I was so hot I lifted up my butt and helped her get them off. As I had hoped, she spread my legs and her tongue found my button.
She started to work her fingers into my hole slowly working them in and out as she sucked on my button, working it wildly with her tongue.
I was bucking in no time almost falling off the chair. Sally stopped and lifted me to the bed, sat me on the edge with my legs hanging over the side and attacked my pussy again.
She had worked several fingers into me pumping in and out.
She stopped eating me and focused on getting her fingers deeper and deeper inside me until she reached my cervix. Tickling it with her fingers I was humping her hand in ecstasy. She started to work another finger just barley in my ass.
I was so close but I needed more, I couldn’t help it and reached down and started rubbing my clit until I began exploding into the most wonderful orgasm, I could actually feel myself squirting cum; another first with Sally.
I was breathless as Sally rolled me over on the rest of the bed and as I lay on my back she straddled my face with her bald pussy saying, “It’s all right, take your time, we’re not going anywhere. ”
Her pussy was dripping cum on lips and as I licked it off the excitement started to return. Sally began to rub her button with one finger, what a view seeing her face between these massive breasts. I stuck my tongue out and slowly began to lick her lips, she pressed her pussy against my face and started humping my face and cumming all over me.
I could hardly breath as her entire pussy covered my face. I stuck my tongue as deep as I could in her hole and rubbed under clit with my nose. Rocking back and forth, going slower and slower, slowing down like she ran out of gas. She finally collapsed on the bed next to me and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
We woke up a couple of hours later; I was in a total panic. I had blown off most of the day playing with Sally and I had so much to do before my date with Jim that evening.
Sally had errands to run as well, we both hopped in the shower for a quick rinse and away we went on separate ways.
Though the day was hectic my mind kept wondering back to Luka.
The week went by like a flash, I talked with Sally several times during that week and she sent me more wild site address. I was thinking this better not get out of hand.
Sally called and wanted to get together Friday night for a “surprise” I wasn’t sure this was the best thing to do, but since Jim would be out of town until Saturday I thought it would be okay.
Friday came around and Sally met me at home right after work. She explained she wanted to be sure everything was cool before she delivered my surprise?
She said she’d be back in a few minutes. Shortly there was a knock at the door and it was Sally with Luka! She explained how she offered to take care of Luka while they were out of town for the weekend, but she would have to keep him at my house because they didn’t allow animals in her apartment building.
I wasn’t sure about this and how things were going to play out. Sally was very excited, telling me she couldn’t wait to try him. She reached under her dress pulled off her panties, sat in a chair and called Luka who bounded over and stuck his nose right in her pussy and started going to town. Sally was squealing with delight as Luka did his thing.
She was singing, “Oh boy I can’t wait for you to fuck me!”
I was really getting hot with that idea as well, and so was Luka. His dick started to grow out of it’s cover. I wanted to touch it, but I didn’t want to spoil Sally’s plans.
Sally stood up to take off her dress, I helped her get it over head while Luka kept licking away, Sally started to loose her balance and grabbed a hold of me in a hug.
“Oh this is great, but how should we do this?” she questioned.
I told her to get on all fours like in the pictures. What about his paws? I was off to the bedroom to get some gym socks, when I got back Sally was kneeling next to Luka with her hand around his dick sliding the sheath back.
“What’s this bump in his dick for?”
“Got me, I guess so it won’t go in too far?”
We put the socks on Luka’s front paws, he didn’t like them too much but when Sally grabbed his dick again he settled right down.
“Try it, touch his dick”
As I felt his dick it was smooth and moist. I slid my hand up and down it a few times and Luka started to hump it.
“I guess he’s ready Sally. ”
She knelt on all fours in front of Luka and let him lick her pussy. After a minute he hopped up on Sally and was humping for all it was worth. I knelt next to them and helped Luka find her hole. By the second stroke it was all the way in, up to the bump. Sally was going crazy screaming and pushing back to meet every one of Luka’s thrusts.
It was a wild sight, I was getting so hot I needed some help myself. I got out of my clothes and sat in front of Sally, she went straight for my pussy licking and biting on my inner lips. No one has ever licked my pussy like Sally did, well, except Luka.
Sally was cooing, moaning and cumming all at the same time and suddenly yelled
“Oh he’s so fucking big”
and collapsed to the floor with the dog on top of her, both trying to catch their breath.
Sally said to me “Get that thing out me,”
I started to move Luka back and Sally yelled,”Stop!”
He’s too big to come out. I was shocked; I had no idea what to do or what was happening. I couldn’t see between them, the bump was gone!
“Sally, the bump is in you lay still. ”
“Oh Michelle, I can still feel him pumping hot cum in me. ”
“Does it hurt Sally?”
“No, not really, just when he tries to pull it out”
“God, what a dog!”
A few minutes later Luka slipped out of Sally, cum pouring out all over. He was showing us his whole dick, it was huge and a foot and a half long. Bigger than any guy’s I’ve ever seen. I made Luka lay down and he started to lick his dick. I pushed his head back and gently took a hold of it still oozing cum. I got a little on my finger and put it in my mouth for a taste.
“Michelle, Did you just do what think you did?”
“It’s not bad, really. ”
With that I had to give it a try and slipped the head of Lukas dick in my mouth. Like a motor starting up he started humping my mouth and squirting a real light liquid.
I took him out of my mouth, but kept pumping his dick with may hand.
“Try this Sal.” She knelt down and put her hand next to mine and I let go. Slowly she bent over and stuck out her tongue and slid it along the length to the tip and slipped it in her mouth and Luka’s motor started right up. We took turns licking and sucking until Luka turned into a fountain of cum. We got it all over us.
All of the sudden I heard a noise in the driveway, I peaked out the window and it was Jim!
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Sally get your clothes and get in the bathroom, Remember We are giving each other facials okay.”
I was going nuts, how was going to explain this. I put Luka in the kitchen and grabbed a robe and put some lotion on my face and headed for the door.
Just as I got to the door, Jim knocked. I waited a second the opened the door just a crack keeping the chain on.
“Hi Jim, what are you doing back in town?” “I got home early, what are you doing? Are you alone Michelle?”
“No, Sally is here.” I could tell he was suspicious.
“Wait a second, we have to get dressed. ”
Just then, Sally came out of the bathroom dressed and looking great, she passed me and opened the door and yelled,
“Thanks for taking care of the dog, I ‘ll. be back first thing in the morning and leave that cream on for a few more minutes.” I ducked into the bathroom; I could hear Sally talking to Jim, telling him about our make-up session.
As I came out of the bathroom Jim looked very curious, What’s going on?
“I’m watching Luka for Sally who is watching him for what’s her name?”.
He’s such a good dog; se sleeps most of the time.
“Jim why don’t you get out of those clothes and hop in the shower with me?”
Well it didn’t take long for him to get with the program. We talked, kissed and hugged while we were in the shower. I started to wash his tool; he was quick to respond.
I used to think he was really hung; but he’s not the big dog around here anymore. I lead him into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed while he stood in front of me like a Greek God, tall dark and handsome. His nickname is Adonis and he really fits the part.
I started to suck his dick as a welcome home gift, but I wouldn’t let him cum. He bent over and grabbed my legs holding them up against his chest and spread apart. He drove that spike home on the first lunge.
After a few minutes he climbed up on the bed with me. He was good as ever. I wrapped my legs around his legs and held on tight while meeting every thrust.
We were working like a well-oiled pleasure machine. It was taking me way longer than usual to get off. Jim was working hard; he started to moan so I really put every thing I had into it. With my legs around his I pulled him towards me with every pump of his hips. He started get louder and louder; he has never been this way I thought.
I held him tighter and worked harder as we began to finally cum and cum, I was in a fog of ecstasy, I thought I could smell Luka’s hot breath.
As I pulsed through my first waves of orgasm, I opened my eyes to see Luka’s head over Jim’s! I couldn’t believe it! I exploded in a huge orgasm, my body pumping Jim’s uncontrollably. The thought of Luka pumping Jim as he pumped me was too much for me to control.
He fell on top of me almost crying. Trying to catch his breath while as Luka was staring me in the face. I kissed and hug Jim tightly.This was beyond my wildest fantasy.
“Get off of this bed, Luka” I shouted. Jim yelled no, no stop, don’t move, and don’t move that dog!
“What’s the matter Jim?”
“He’s stuck in me. ” dog is tied with me.”
I got out from under Jim on his side, Luka lay next to him and they were stuck just like with Sally.
“How did this happen Jim?”
” At first he started licking my balls and ass, I didn’t care who was doing it, and it was great.”
“I thought it was your foot or something. I didn’t realize it was him. You were holding me so tight and I was so close to cumming, when he mounted me I didn’t know what was going to happen.”
“At first it hurt like hell, then I couldn’t believe the intense sensations.”
“I think we all came together and he began to swell and I could feel him cumming inside me. I couldn’t do anything about it.”
“Oh my god Jim, what are we going to do, should I call an ambulance?”
“Michelle no, no ambulance calm down. ”
“Darling, it should just take a few minutes to come out. ”
“Jim, How do you know this?”
I couldn’t help taking advantage of this; I wish I had a camera. Jim was really embarrassed.
“Who did you think it was?” I asked. All Jim could do was moan in pain.
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A Wife’s Fuck Buddy

A Wife’s Fuck Buddy
I’m a cheating wife…but …before you judge me, hear me out.
…….I have a good provider husband. I thought he was like my daddy, but it turned out he was not at all. I was a dutiful good little wife. After our son was born, hubby John hurt is back and our sex life was for me to give him hand jobs only. Our son was grown and gone now and that was my life. Housewife, and even the hand jobs stopped. My son treated me like his dad and tried to treat me like a slave. I put a stop to that and he rejected me as a bad mom.
My good times were fantasizing about my dad, and the wonderful way he treated me. As I became a teen we began to feel each other up and I got sexually aroused more and more. Daddy taught me how to masturbate and although it was relief, I wanted to have sex with my daddy.
One day this just happened…..
Mom was gone early that morning and I went in their bedroom to hug my daddy. I had on just a short nightie, and little panties. He had on just boxers. That morning I felt his boner pushing against my pussy. That feeling caused a sexual feeling that took my breath away and I held him tight to keep the feeling going. Our hands both started feeling our bodies. We rubbed ourselves together, his boner and my pussy. Soon our hands were feeling each others boner and my pussy.
We wanted to have sex so bad right then. He stopped and said he needed to show me how to masturbate to relieve the feeling. As we stood there, he slipped his fingers into my wet panties and showed me how and where to rub my pussy. I played dumb as I had found this out already. I let him finger me and ask all kinds of dumb questions to keep him fingering me. Then I ask him how men masturbated. Again I played dumb as I had already jack off a few guys. Daddy wasn’t stupid. He knew I was hot for him, but put my hand in his boxers and had me stroke his big boner.
We both knew this was exciting us. He then pulled his boxers down some to let his boner stick out. We started in masturbating each other. I watched his eyes close as he moaned with enjoyment. I loved the feel of his big warm and exciting boner as I stroked it.
His fingers were really exciting me like no other boy had. He knew just where my good spots were and I then….had the best orgasm of my life. A wave of super good feelings ran through my body. I moaned out and held on to him tight. I jacked him as his boner got so hot and hard. He moaned, jerked his hips and shot many squirts of hot cum all over my pussy. It ran down over my slit and I shuddered with the thrill. We both almost went down with weak knees and moaning.
That was our first glorious time. I still love to think about it.
After that we did everything but fuck. He taught me about sucking boners and showed me about licking a pussy. He would lick my pussy so good, he could make me orgasm over and over. I would suck on him and let the hot cum go in my mouth, filling it and running out my lips. That always made me orgasm as he lick my pussy as he shot his cum.
I liked making my daddy feel good, and he made me orgasm over and over.
We wanted to fuck so bad, but daddy said no, you’ll get married some day and your husband will do that.
I was the one that ended up showing my hubby to be, about sex. After we were married, our sex life slowly dropped off to a yawn.. I missed my daddy’s excitement and getting me hot and masturbating me to a moaning, shaking climax.
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I never told hubby John about my dad.
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I was laying in the couch one afternoon. I had one hand inside my pants and panties fingering my pussy. I of course was thinking about my dad fingering me and how I wished he had not moved far away.
The phone rang and my friend Jan started talking about this home repair guy that did such a great job, and was a hunk. She went on and on about how sexy the guy was and she even notice a good sized bulge in his jeans. She said watching him made her wet and highly aroused. Her boyfriend Dan was home, otherwise she would have liked to have a quickie with him.
I had some things around here to be fixed also. She give me his number. I called him.
I hear this very sexy voice and he said he could come over in about 30 minutes. I said great, and gave him directions.
I felt myself getting excited for a change, and I liked the feeling.
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I lay in the couch day dreaming about this guy. I found my hand rubbing my pussy slightly. I was getting excited about a guy I had not even seen and realized how horny I really was. I tried to calm myself, but no way. My pussy tingled already. Jan had said he was our age and my mind went over and over what she said about his looks and personality. I’d never had an affair with any man, but the thoughts crept into my mind…..if I could have just a…kind of a ’fuck buddy’…a guy to have sex with, with no strings attached…just some good healthy hot sex for both of us. Those thoughts started getting me hot and aroused. I decided I was going for it with this guy. He had already aroused Jan, so I figured to entice him to arouse me more.
I jumped up and went in and took my bra off. My best asset was my nice full tits. I was slim and I put on some sexy hip hugger jeans….I didn’t put on any panties…my pussy was getting wet. What the hell was I doing? I was making myself hot! My low cut pants showed my still flat tummy. I put on a my black tight sweater and lip gloss.
Calm Down…I told myself, but it was to late for that. Five minutes to go. Jan said he liked coffee, so I quick made some.
Ding dong….
Oh shit he was here. I had the jitters bad and took a deep breath and answered the door.
Oh My God….
I got a shock.
He looked a lot like my….dad.
Tall with blondish hair and he was a hunk ok. I scanned his jeans and saw a nice bulge in there Jan had talked about.
I just stood there
He said: “Hi I’m Tim, here to fix some things for you?”
He held out his hand to shake mine. He had to have felt the trembling in my clammy cold hand. Oh shit….he kissed my hand. Finally I said: “I’m Crissy…ca ca come on in.”
He followed me in the kitchen. I got him a cup of coffee and I held it with two hands to keep my shaky hands from spilling it. He took the coffee carefully and then put his arm around my shoulder to thank me. I actually felt some faint. He said: “Why, thank you.” and leaned over and kissed my forehead.
I lost it… and started leaning forward as the faint took my balance away. He said: “Whoa….easy there, are you ok?” I laid my head on his chest and said: “I’m…ok…I just felt a little faint there for a minute….I…”
He put the coffee down and held me and rubbed my back. “Take a deep breath Crissy, then just stay here and rest a second.”
I was melting in his arms. His warm arms were around me and I was about to orgasm right then. My pussy and tits both were pressed up against him. I was so turned on I shook. Then he took his hand and ran his fingers though my hair. I felt contractions in my pussy. He whispered: (…”damn you have soft hair, just relax and let me ’fix’ things for you a little.”)
Oh my god he’s picking me up and carrying me to the couch. Wow…he’s strong…he placed me very gently on the couch. I was now embarrassed and tried to talk to tell him I was sorry about…..oh my…
He’s holding my face and smiling at me. He whispered: (“Dr. Tim is going to fix you first, then we’ll look at these other things in the house.”)
I finally whispered back: (…this is so embarrassing ..I…just need to rest a few minutes.”)… I watched my arms go around his neck like some thing else was doing it and not me. He said: “Your very warm, let’s get you a little cooler.” He started unbuttoning my sweater. He kept going button by button, all the way until my sweater was open and my tits were totally exposed.
I had never been this sexually excited in my life. I just started kissing his face. I gasp for air as my pussy was really wet now.
Tim thought….
Jan set this up and told me Crissy needed a good fucking to keep her away from her boyfriend Dan. I was only to willing to ‘help out’. This woman is a beauty with a super hot body. She is so horny like I’ve never quite seen before. Time for one of ‘Dr. Tim’s’ beef injections.
Crissy……
His warm hand came up and felt my neglected tits. My nipples were dying to be fondled like this. As I kissed his lips softly, I just reached down and undid my pants, and slid them off. We were going to fuck, so why waist time. I also undid his belt and pants. He wasn’t going to get away from me, I need a good hot fuck, it had been way way to long. I felt his big boner and stroked it as I felt his finger slide across my wet slit. I was so excited I almost peed my myself.
Now our tongues danced on our mouths and as he rolled my nipple and his fingers went deep in my wet pussy. Oh my god,…. that wonderful feeling as he massaged my slick wet pussy. My legs automatically went wide open. Oh god it had been so damn long. I loved the feel of his boner in my hand, all warm and ready to fuck. As soon as I felt his fingers leave my pussy,
I pulled his boner in me. There…that’s what I wanted to feel… Daddy was right, I found that Tim was the right boner for me. What a perfect fit. I got sex chills over my entire body. I grabbed two hand fulls of his butt cheeks. I was getting some hot sex! I was going crazy with delight. Oooooo damn this feels so good. I going to fuck him so good, he’ll come back for more and more, and he‘ll get it!
I loved the feel of Tim’s hips pumping away on me. It had been so long, my pussy was electrified with feelings. My hands ran over his bare skin, as we began to really fuck intense…he held me tight….my tit in one hand and the other in my hair holding my head as our tongues went crazy with our feelings. We could hear the clicking sound of his boner fucking my very wet pussy. We had to break our kissing to get air and let our moans out that had built up. I started pushing my pussy to his boner as deep and fast as I could. He responded with a fury of fast fucking me so good…so deep…we began to yell
…Ooooooo baby yes!….I was having the highest climax of my life when we both exploded with joy. I yelled and my pussy jumped with the pleasure. He moaned long and loud as I felt him shoot cum massive in me. It shocked me that anything could feel that good. Oh god he fucked me deep with hot cum overflowing out the sides of my moving pussy. My pussy clamped down on his boner all by itself and I shook as it vibrated my insides. I got so dizzy I held on to him in fear of passing out.
My legs came up and locked around him and pulled his boner in tight to me. I lock him up and let my pussy fuck hard and fast. Two moaning people like we had never heard before. Finally the real hot sex I had waited for all my life. I began to growled like an animal and I felt aggressive to fuck him more and more. I locked his boner in me as if never to let go. We fought for air as we had used it all up moaning. I had uncontrollable squirming as did he. It was a wonder the neighbors didn’t call the cops with our noise. It must have sounded like we were killing each other. We were burning up with body heat, but didn’t care. My nipples we so full of tingles, both my tits felt in shock all over. We didn’t want this to end and squeezed and squirmed every last drop of feeling out of us…..I noticed the room spinning as I slowly passed out.
Tim’s mind tried to think….
…..What the hell was that! This wonderful woman is dangerous to my mental health. She’ll make me go screaming crazy. My dick still thinks I’m cuming. It’s stuck on ‘Cum!’………. No words….none for what just happened. Looking at her content face…wow…she’s so beautiful all over….
Crissy slowly came around…
It’s a wonderful feeling to come to with a hot boner pulsating in you. He shook as he tried to take some of his weight off me. I didn’t care and held him tight……2 hours had passed. I fell wonderfully asleep again…..
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When I woke up….I wondered if had a wonderful dream at first. My pussy tingles told me this was no dream…he was real. He was gone but he had left a note written on the palm of my hand. All it said was ‘Tuesday‘s, 10am’
I smiled, knowing…
My fuck buddy would return…..
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a dinner i wont forget

I want to be your little secret i crave to be your secret , you are all i think about after the night we met. I remember the whole thing like it was yesterday , you were standing there staring me down with the look of lust in your eyes. i glare at you and i see a nice , handsome man in a midnight black suit , you have a wine glass in your hand , and your laughing with your wife over some lame joke. Now I am a young woman , i have smooth , tan skin, long cury light brown hair that i wear way past my shoulders. my dress looks like it was painted on. As you look at me long oyou notice my skinny eyebrowns , my big , bright harzel eyes, my full red glossy lips, you start to look further down and you see my nice firm high dd36 breast. I notoce you wife is gettin mind that you are looking ate me so long so i had to male her even more angry i turn around so both you and her can see my small thin 24 waist and my large , round firm , lifted 46 inch ass.
I can no longer play tease any more i want to make my move and you know . i walk over to and i stop near the window. i start to look to the moutains as the night sky just floats over the moutains with the stars bright as the sun. i put a cherry in my mouth and start to lick my lips teasesing you th cat and mouse game. you start to see im looking at a door , i walk over to the door while still sucking on my cherry right before i put my first foot in the door i look back to make sure your eyes are still on me . i turn around and walk into the room.
as i wait for you i walk over to the window the room is so dark all you can see i the bed with the moon light shinning in . I slip out of my dress and as soon as it starts to fall to my feet you walk right behind . you grap me on the back of my arm nice and tight . . .
how dare you stare at me like that dont you see me with my wife . . .
If you love your wife so much why are you here in this room . . .
because you se…
If you didnt want me , you wouldnt be here with me . . . ( i turn around so my hard nipples can touch your shirt as i start talking i undo your shirt ) . .. you see i know and you know ( kissies your lips) you want something new no you need some thing new ( i start to kiss down towards your dick ) yes your wife loves you but she doesnt love you in the bed like you wish there was a time you fucked like a rabbit now you would be lucky to get twice in one month.
i start to kiss your bulge and then i get up i lay down on the bed as the red silk sheets lay under my body and i ppush my self up with my arms then i look at you and i motion for you to come closer to me as i lick my lips. You stand there looking in shock so i sprend my legs wide open so you can see my shaved pussy as i rub my wet pussy dripping down on to my leg and the sheets. you start to walk closer you undo your clothes and you walk closer byt the time you are there on top me we are eye to eye lips to lips lock with each other. i stare into your eyes the you push my eye shut my head falls back my mouth moans and i know i am in love . you start to oush in and out my moans just get lost in this all. you start to lick on nipples and i put my hand on your head as you suck harder and harder on them . soon you let go you look in my eyes you kiss my lips i start to close my eyes and moan as you pump in and out of me. then we roll over and its my turn to take control i start my grindin my hips deep into then i start to move back and fortth i go faster theni start to moan i thrown my head back as i am about to cum. i grap you chest as the pleasure rushs in my veins righ as im down i fall down on your chest .
i start to look you in the eyes again and i notiice that you you are lloking at me but not at more into me yous ee the beauty past our sex you see what youhave been missing . you been missing a sex that wasnt plan , with your wife you know she has in her head what she will do suck you for 5 mins lay down on her back for 10 then wait for you to cum but with me its diff i let you stay in me as long as you , i am something diff something you cant get in your real world. i am whatever you want me to be .
so i get up i walk over to the window i feel you looking starting at me exploring my naled body i start to put my dress in as you start to dress as well even tho i cant see you i hear you. you walk over be hind me and you grap my arm and wisper in my ear
will i see you again
I turn around and put a card in your suit pocket
we start to hear the door knop shacking your head swind to the door and you see a hand some in to push the door open wider you know that hand anywhere its your wife hand you start to think of what lie you are going to say , how can you explain this ? did you just wash you marriage away on me ? can you handle with this right now ? as soon as you open you mouth to say a word it she says
hey hun ,i been looking for you all night why have you been in here
you cant understand why she isnt shocked about the me at your side , soon she walks over and places her hand on your face and kissies your lips she looks into your eyes
wow you look like you seen a ghost , what have you been doing in here and why is it so cold in here baby you can cathh a cold
you turn around and you see the curtians blowing with the the wind you look out the window and stare at the moon thinking if i hurt my self. you and your wife start to head toward the door then you both walk down the hall , you say goodbye to all your friend . you grap your wife hands and you walk to the door the door you hold the door and try to ask as if nothing happen as you get to the middle of street right before you enter yout car you go into your pocket to read my card so you can call me but all my card reads is
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A Duet upon a Balcony

My first story- This is a story written with a friend of mine over texting. The view changes from the male perspective to the female as we each did a section.

Christmas at the Donnelly’s: Sarah’s Story

This is one of four different points of view on this night. For the full story, check back for more!
Sarah lay in her bed watching the minutes on her digital alarm clock slowly flick, waiting for morning to come. It felt like hours since she’d gone to bed; in reality, only half an hour had passed. She was 13, and anxious to hear footsteps on the rooftop. She’d missed him every year; this time, she’d stay awake and finally meet Santa Claus.
She rolled over onto her back, adjusting her blanket to fit more snugly. Winter wasn’t usually this cold, but a sudden windstorm had blown in from the north, dropping the temperature to a record low. She was only wearing a light nightdress, but had on two extra blankets. It was more than enough to keep her warm, and Sarah liked the extra weight on top of her.
As Sarah settled in for a night of waiting for Santa to come visit, she let her imagination run wild about all the different gifts she would get that year. There was that new stuffed animal she had seen a few months before that would finally complete her collection. And of course the latest DVD releases of her favorite movies and TV shows….
Her thoughts continued to wander, and eventually she felt her eyelids get heavy, and her body relaxed itself. She tried to shake herself awake, but sleep was relentless, and she knew that she wouldn’t be able to fight it any longer.
But then she heard footsteps, and any chance sleep might have had vanished.
The footsteps were right outside her bedroom door! But there was something wrong with them. She realized quickly that the steps were leading down the hallway from her parent’s room, and as she listened she heard whoever was walking around their house head down the staircase. That didn’t make sense to Sarah, as their chimney led straight to the family room downstairs, and there was no way to get into her parent’s room other than the windows. Santa wouldn’t pass over a perfectly good chimney for a bedroom window, would he?
Sarah pushed off her blankets, careful not to wake her twin brother sleeping on the other side of the room. Her father had promised that she would get her own room in the new year, and she was quite anxious for it to happen. She had started bleeding a month ago, and although her mother told her it was normal, she didn’t want it to happen around her brother. Something just didn’t feel right about it.
Opening the door quietly wasn’t a problem. Her father kept the house well kept, and she’d been sneaking out of her room for years. She listened as the person walked down the stairs, trying to be silent but stepping on every creaking step. Sarah waited in the doorway to her room, and watched the silhouette of the person walk over to the family room. It was then that she saw the other person standing by the Christmas tree.
It was Santa Claus!
No one could mistake the hat with the fuzzy ball on the end. She squinted, but couldn’t make out where Santa had put his magical bag of gifts. It was then that one of the lamps in the family room turned on. Sarah had to look away for a moment, but once her eyes had adjusted, she snuck closer to the railing on the staircase and peered into the room downstairs for a better look.
She saw Santa, but he was much taller and thinner than all the story books. His beard was white, though, and he was wearing the right clothes. He must use his magic to make himself smaller, she thought to herself. That way he can fit in the chimney! It all made sense to her now. But then why was her mother down in the family room? Sarah realized that it was her mother, Jessica, who had walked down the hallway, which made sense seeing as the footsteps had started coming from her parent’s bedroom. Her mother had a housecoat on, and was talking quietly to Santa. She leaned as far forward as she could, trying to eavesdrop, but couldn’t make out any of the words they were saying. Her mother was probably telling Santa all about how Sarah had been a good girl all year, and really deserved whatever presents he had brought.
But again, Sarah could not find Santa’s sack anywhere in the room.
Then Santa leaned over and started kissing her mom, and thoughts of presents fled from Sarah’s mind.
She had never seen her father kiss her mother like this before. It looked rough, and painful, but she heard her mother sigh in what sounded like pleasure. Sarah could see their mouths open, tongues flitting in and out, bodies pressed up against each other. Sarah’s mouth slowly dropped open, amazed at seeing her mother act in such a new way. And with Santa! It wasn’t anything that she had ever dreamed about.
Santa’s hands were on her mother’s bum, and Sarah watches as those hands slid up her mother’s sides, pulling on the cloth keeping her housecoat on. Sarah watched as Jessica shrugs her shoulders back, and the housecoat slid off her shoulders to the floor.
Sarah bit her lip hard, trying not to gasp. Her mother was wearing underwear that was bright red, and fit better than anything Sarah had in her wardrobe. The bra was extremely low-cut, and Sarah could see much of the skin on her mother’s breasts. She looked down at her own, two small budding mounds that barely pushed up against the soft skin of her nightdress. She could see her skin through her dress, and the small white cotton panties she was wearing underneath. Sarah looked back up, staring at the red panties her mother was wearing, admiring the lace around the bottom seams. She wasn’t allowed to wear lace, and wondered why her mother was so adamant about it, and yet was wearing some herself.
She continued to watch her Santa walked over to the large leather recliner, pulling Jessica along by the hand behind him. She watches, amazed, as Santa undid the front of his pants, dropping them down to the ground. Her eyes widened as she saw her first penis. It looked just like the pictures she had seen in the books at school, only more purple. She had the perfect vantage point from her position on the stairs, looking at Santa from roughly a 45 degree angle. She watched as Jessica knelt on the ground, taking Santa’s penis – his cock – in both her hands. She watched intently as her mother moved her hands up and down, rubbing with one hand and twisting with the other. It seemed as though Santa’s cock grew even more once Jessica’s hands were on it. Jessica leaned over, taking the large purple tip in between her moist red lips.
Sarah was suddenly aware of a wetness between her thighs, and in a panic brought her hands up to her panties, ashamed that she had wet herself. No, she thought, if I had peed then I would have felt it. This is something else…
There was a warmth, certainly, but it wasn’t like anything she’d ever felt before. It was a deep warmth that came from somewhere inside, one that couldn’t be urine. She slowly slid one hand down the front of her panties, feeling the warmth of her own flesh. She pushed her hand lower and lower, and when her middle finger touched the first moist spot she almost gasped. She felt pleasure shoot through her, and once again bit her lip to keep from calling out.
Slowly, Sarah slid her hand down again, pushing it further and further, feeling the pleasure of contact in a new area radiate through her body. She looked back towards the family room, and saw her mother take one hand off Santa’s cock, putting even more of it in her mouth. She watched Jessica’s head move slowly up and down the shaft, going further and further down just like Sarah’s own hand, watching as her mother looked up at Santa with obvious lust in her eyes. She saw the same feeling matched in…
It was then that she saw Santa’s beard had fallen off. No, it was more than that. He had taken it off. And then Sarah realized something she had never wanted to consider. Santa Claus was actually her neighbor, Alex Murphy!
She didn’t think of how her mother shouldn’t be doing such private things with the neighbor. She didn’t think of what Mr. Murphy’s wife would do if she knew what was going on. Sarah’s only thought was of how all her life she had believed Santa lived in the North Pole when really he lived next door!
Alex had his hand in Jessica’s hair, and was guiding her head as her mother sucked his cock. Sarah began to move her own hand in a similar motion, finally understanding what those books were talking about when they mentioned stimulating the clit. She used her other hand to pull off her panties, giving more of an access to her fingers instead of having them pressed so hard against her. She sat down on the stairs, and very slowly rubbed the outside of her vagina with one finger. She leaned back, wanting to close her eyes and lose herself, but not wanting to miss what was happening in the family room. She felt strangely intoxicated, like if she looked away it would be worse than anything else she’d ever done.
So it was that she saw Alex deftly undo her mother’s red bra, and pull Jessica up to kiss him once more. The daughter watched as the mother slid off the lacy red panties, and then turned around, lowering herself onto Alex’s lap, pressing her back up against his chest. Sarah watched as Jessica’s hands grabbed Alex’s cock in her hands, and guided it to her vagina. Sarah saw his cock enter, and heard both adults as they sighed in unison.
She wanted to know what her mother was feeling, and so gently slid her middle finger into the hole she had been rubbing.
And it was magnificent. There were nerves that had never been touched, and they were on fire now that they were being touched. Sarah’s eyes were glued to her mother as she watched Jessica rock her hips back and forth, the cock inside of her sliding in and out with every motion. Her mother had her head leaned back, and Alex – still with his santa hat on – was sucking on Jessica’s neck. He had both hands on her breasts, kneading them so hard they were turning white. Sarah saw her mother’s nipples, saw that they were hard, and glanced down at her own. They too were more defined than they’d been before. She brought up her other hand, and began to mimic they way Alex was touching her mother.
She had to lean back against the wall, because the combined feeling of her finger inside of her and her hand on her small breast was overwhelming. She pushed harder with her finger, and felt a slight pinch. It was so sudden, she couldn’t help but gasp out in pain. She looked around quickly, trying to figure out if anyone had heard her, but no one came from the rooms upstairs, and her mother and Alex were too busy fucking.
She realized what word had just gone through her head, and even though she knew it wasn’t a good word to use, she knew what it meant and that it was right. She watched her mother get fucked by their neighbor, and knew that she was turned on. She felt more wetness between her legs, and inserted her finger even farther inside of her. She let out a small moan, and licked her dry, cracked lips. She moved her other hand back down, rubbing her clit at the same time. The sensation was too much, and she began gulping and gasping for air. Her hands were moving faster than ever, but it wasn’t fast enough, and suddenly her entire body seized up, her legs closing on her hands and waves of heat flooded her body. Again, her teeth came down on her lips, and she was surprised that they didn’t break. She realized that she had just given herself her first orgasm, and watched as her mother writhed on top of Alex’s cock, and listened as they both moaned and shook, their own orgasms happening at the same time. Sarah absently wondered if she would ever be able to do that with someone.
It was then that she realized that the pinching she’d felt earlier was her hymen breaking. She panicked, began to stand up, but then fell over. The orgasm she had given herself had sapped her of all her strength. She glanced down the stairs, and was alarmed to see that her mother was picking up her clothes, and putting on her housecoat. Mr. Murphy was gone, probably back up the chimney. Sarah grabbed her white panties, now dried, and used it to wipe up where she thought the blood might be, then scrambled back to her bed.
She laid down, turned towards the wall, and shut her eyes, praying that her mother didn’t come into her room. Sarah listened as her mother’s footsteps came up the stairs, then passed by the room she shared with her twin brother, before ending in her parent’s room. She sighed, grateful that she hadn’t been caught, but wondering when she’d be alone so that she could touch herself again…

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Remember That Night

This is a story, with a little bit of sex in it, so if you’re after a bonk-fest look elsewhere. I hope that you enjoy it though, should you bother to read it.

Let me lay down the law Ch 13 + 14

Chapter 13 is still “old school” but 14 has be lines between paragraphs and so will any further chapters. Btw, the new girl might become a regular character. So she might live close by to the main characters so they meet again after the holiday or she wont. Haven’t decided yet, input is welcome.
Chapter 13
Most guys go for a certain type of girl. Admit it, when you enter a bar the big boobed blonde in the tight jeans with the high boots and the pink top saying “If you think this shirt is tight…” will catch your attention, right? Most guys are like that but I am not. The girl who caught my eye was different.
She was wearing a black sleeveless top and her pale skin contrasted with it and made her arms and the neck, which was not completely covered by the silky black hair almost shine in contrast. Her ¾ pants were low on her hips but that was not as much an effect of the cut as more an effect of them being loose fitting and about a size to big. She wore clothing that felt good and she looked good in it. She was wearing sandals with a 1 inch heel. Their straps were going up her calve which made them look sexy but it was clear that she wore them for comfort. Her body was petite, slim without being skinny. The way her shoulders moved when she lifted her glass showed that she worked out instead of going hungry to keep that slim body in shape. From the hair and the skin color I made her as an Asian girl. Possibly Japanese or Korean.
She was sitting at the bar and the place next to her was empty and there was no drink standing on it so she was alone and not with somebody who was just out to take a leak.
For a moment I wondered if she was OHFB (Only hot from behind) but there was really just one way to check. I approached her and leaned over the bar ordering a drink. As I did so I stole a glance at her.
Her face was what her body and clothing had promised. She wore no makeup but she didn’t need to. Her white skin was background to perfectly shaped pink lips and deep dark eyes. For a moment I thought I saw a smile flash across her face but I might have been wrong. Still, the way her lips and cheeks moved indicated that there was a 10000 Lumen bright smile just waiting to burst out, and I had an idea why it was hiding.
I looked her up and down and then said:
“What was the line the last guy tried on you and what did you use to send him off?”
“What? What kind of pick up is this?” She asked
“You look good, you know that. There’s no way that I’m the first guy to approach you tonight but you are still alone so you send them off. Now, looks aren’t everything and I want to know what’s behind those deep eyes. So, tell me, what pick up line did the last guy try and what did you send him off with?”
“He said: ‘If your left leg was Easter and your right leg was Christmas, could I meet you between the holidays?'” She said in a bored tone.
I looked at her doubting and said:
“Not really. You can’t tell me anybody seriously believes that line is going to work.”
“He did believe it.”
“And what did you answer?”
And there was the 10000 lumen smile.
“I said ‘If you don’t want my Easter to crush you eggs, go hide them!'”
We both started shaking with laughter and it took me a while to be able to speak again.
“So, what do you like so much about me?”
She gave me a strange look somewhere between “What is he up to” and “Is he just one of those too full of himself assholes?” and I said:
“If you wanted to get rid of me you could just have said something boring but you didn’t.”
She smiled at me again and we started talking.
2 hours and a couple of drinks later I was ready to drop the bomb.
“Keiko”, that’s what she had told me her name was “I have a confession to make. I am not single. I am here with my girlfriend. We wanted to try a threesome and I come here looking for somebody for that.”
“And you thought I would just jump into bed with the 2 of you?”
“I had hoped you would give us a chance. My girlfriend is waiting in our room. If I give her a call she’ll come down and the 3 of us can talk.”
I don’t know if it was the drinks or if she was just curious but she accepted to talk with my girlfriend and me. We decided that she would come with us but just to watch and see if she liked how we were doing and that she would then decide if she wanted to participate.
The three of us went to our hotel room and Keiko sat down on a chair next to the bed. Tina and I were nervous. Although we had been sexual in front of a stranger before this would be different. Keiko was not just audience and she was not here to watch and get off. She wanted to judge if we were threesome material. For a couple of minutes we just sat there, Keiko on the Chair and Tina and me on the bed and stared at each other. Finally Keiko broke the silence:
“This is stupid, I’m leaving.”
“No”, Tina said “Please wait.”
And she started to kiss me and unbutton my shirt. Before I closed my eyes and gave in to Tina’s lips I saw Keiko going back to her chair out of the corners of my eyes.
Chapter 14
I continued kissing Tina and took her top and her bra of in frenzy. Tina’s moans filled the room as I started to kiss and lick her dark caramel breasts and suck on her nipples. All the while Tina was stroking my dick through my pants and Keiko was getting more and more tense in her chair.
Then Tina unbuttoned my pants and took out my hard cock to a loud gasp from Keiko.
I turned to her and smiled as Tina closed her lips around my dick.
“Don’t worry, I am gentle with it.”
And I winked at Keiko as Tina, kneeling on the bed with my dick in her mouth moved back and forth, causing her big C-Cups to sway under her body. I grabbed the full mounds and started gently massaging them as I started to moan myself.
Then we switched places. Tina stayed on her knees in a doggy position and I moved behind her. I pulled down her pants to her ankles and started to lick her pussy from behind. I could feel her juices running out of her wet sex and down my chin as her moans grew louder and when I finally saw a little river running down her leg I knew she was ready to be fucked.
I got on my knees behind Tina and guided my dick into her as I turned to the side to look at Keiko. She was rubbing her pussy through her pants, breathing heavily.
“Take you top off, show me what you have” I said to her as I thrust myself fully into the hot opening of my girlfriend.
Keiko’s breasts were wonderful perky B-Cups. Small but firm and with the perfect teardrop shape. I switched my gaze between Keiko’s milky white breasts and Tina’s dark brown ass as I started fucking deeper and faster into her.
I saw Tina looking in Keiko’s direction, too, as she started to finger her clit and thrust her hips back into me. It got harder and harder to contain myself looking at those two hot women but I knew I had to. Keiko would probably not stay to get fucked if I did not proof that I could keep it up.
I told Tina to turn to her side and got in behind her, spooning her so we were both looking into Keiko’s direction. The dynamic changed, we were showing off for her as she was showing off for us and I knew it was time for the next step.
“Don’t you want a better view? Why don’t you lie down next to us?”
Keiko stood up and slowly walked over to the bed. She lay down on the bed as far away from us as possible and continued to work her pussy and her tits in rhythm with my thrusts into Tina. I grabbed Tina’s upper leg and lifted it up, exposing her pussy and giving Keiko a nice view of my hard prick thrusting into her; of the way her sexlips folded in as my dick pushed into her and were pulled out as I pulled out of her; of the way my dick was glistening with Tina’s juices.
Tina’s moans got louder and louder and I knew she was getting close but so was I. I felt the point of no return and couldn’t stop myself. I knew I was done. It was a matter of seconds before I would start spurting into her. I thrust faster, knowing that the exhaustion from it would give me a couple of seconds more before I would start shooting. I closed my eyes and then, suddenly I felt Tina moving and heard her scream a moment later. I opened my eyes again to see that Tina had bend forward and put one of her hands on Keiko’s tit and was massaging it. The feeling of the girls breast in hers had triggered her orgasm and seeing the two like that, Keiko rubbing her cunt with closed eyes and Tina cumming loud while fondling her breast; the contrast of the skin of the two beauties…It was more then I could take, more than anybody could take.
I thrust hard into Tina and emptied myself into her with gentle little movements of my dick deep in her pussy.
I looked up and saw Keiko who was staring fascinated at Tina’s cunt and then, looking down I saw what had so fascinated her.
I had cum so much, that the cum was pressing its way out around my prick and a stream of thick white cum was running out of Tina’s pussy with my still hard dick deep in it. The mix of colors, my tanned white, Tina’s dark brown and the white sperm all glistening with Tina’s pussyjuice was a kind of hypnotic sight.
I pulled out of Tina and looked Keiko in the eyes. Then I flicked my gaze down between her legs.
“Would you like me to finish that for you?”
She was sweating and her brown nipples, which looked a bit strange on the almost porcelain white skin, were standing out hard. I knew she was horny but at the same time scared. So I pulled out of Tina, who turned on her back on the other side of the bed and started gently rubbing her cream filled hole, and moved over to Keiko.
I opened the top button on her pants slowly, giving her enough time to say something if she did not want me to continue. Then I opened the zipper and pulled her pants down. I pulled them off her and tossed them on the floor next to the bed. She had a beautiful pussy. Just a little slit with thin lips. Her petite body and this pussy filled me with doubts for a moment and I risked killing the mood by asking for her age.
“22 next month” she replied so I continued hoping she had not lied.
I kissed her lips and then moved my head between her legs. I kissed her thighs and her pelvis. Tina was lying next to us, her skin glistening in the soft lamplight as she fingered her pussy. I started to lick Keiko’s slit and her clit and was rewarded with a moan so I continued. I was gentle and nice; I wanted to experience to be as good for her as possible. I spend a long time gently stimulating her as she stroked my hair. Finally she came with a last loud moan.
Only half the reason for my gentle approach was her wellbeing. The other half was that I wanted to be hard again for her when we finished, and I was.
I moved up to her and gently lowered my body onto hers.
“Do you want me in you, Keiko?”
“Yes.”
I pushed in, gently and slowly. Soon her skin was so pulled in that I could go no deeper so I pulled out a bit again and pushed back in. I continued to do that until I was all the way inside her. Then I backed off her body and got on my knees without letting my dick slip out of her. She was lying in front of me, her boobs almost invisible because she was lying flat on her back but her nipples still staying proudly up as I started to push into her again.
I saw Tina moving towards Keiko, starting to caress her nipple with her hand and spreading my cum and hers on the girl’s tits in the process. Keiko had her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted and was just enjoying the feeling of my dick in her cunt and my girlfriend’s lips on her tits. Tina started to kiss her way down the girl’s flat stomach but Keiko grabbed her head and pulled her back.
“I don’t want that. I am not into girls.”
But she still let Tina continue kissing her tits as her moans grew louder and my thrusts stronger. Now I started to moan, too and grabbed Keiko’s butt to stabilize my thrusts and ram harder into her. She was wet and soft and my size was not a problem anymore. She was bucking her hips into my thrusts and pressed Tina’s head harder into her chest. It was all that I could take. I pulled out and spurted off onto Keiko’s stomach and on Tina’s face. Tina greedily lapped up all off it and then proceeded to suck my dick clean as I looked at Keiko questioningly.
“God, that was good.” She said
“But you didn’t cum.”
“As if I could have 10 minutes after that tongue work.”
“I would still like to make it up to you in the morning.” I said. Of course without any personal interest in mind.
“Only if I can stay here for the night. I hate my roommate. I thought she was a fun girl you could party with but it turns out she is just some airhead with a talent to always take the biggest asshole in the bar back to our room.”
“If you want to, you can stay here for as long as you like.” I felt my dick entering Tina’s throat who had continued sucking me for the entire conversation. “I think Tina does not mind.”
Keiko was grateful for the opportunity to have some more fun with Tina and me, not to mention not having to go back to her Bimbo roommate and I knew that she would consent to a lot right now, so my innocent little question would go right through without notion.
“Keiko, would you mind if I put on some relaxation music while we sleep?”
“What kind of music?” she asked
“Don’t worry”, Tina answered her smiling “It’s great. I can’t really place the style but Thomas put it one every night the week before we came here and it is great. Every morning I felt so refreshed and after a couple days sleeping like that I felt like a whole new person.”
I put in the CD with the soft nature sounds which were masking the more important parts of it and lie down sandwiched between those two lovely ladies and was already looking forward to the next day. It had been a great day to be me and with any luck it could only get better.

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A little more then just release…

Sorry its a little long. My first story, constructive criticism is welcomed.
After a long day of work, she looks for release and finds something more….
Staring at the clock, Jenna released a exhausted sigh. Never in her mind did she think that being her own boss would have her working the late hours she vowed never to work. Standing a 5’11 she was often confused for being a model and underestimated by her peers. Having big blue eyes, dark brown hair, 40D breast, and a firm ass didn’t help matters either. But that often worked in her favor, having men ogle her got her ahead because they were more distracted in getting into her pants then sealing any business deals.
As that last hour seemed to be the longest she couldn’t wait til she got home and relaxed by herself. Jenna had no problem getting men but preferred to be alone with the occasional boyfriend or friend with benefits. As the clock finally struck that final minute she jumped up, packed her things, locked up and jumped into her car. Driving slightly faster then usual she got home in record time but just in time to see her neighbor walking into their apartment complex. As she entered she saw him standing waiting for the elevator. Making idle small talk, with the polite questions about their days and plans. As they entered the elevator she began to take notice the fine specimen of a man she was talking to. He was 6’2, dark brown hair, muscular build, and dark brown eyes.
After taking in his physique, she felt herself more and more attracted to him. As the elevator descended onto her floor she found herself asking him something she hoped wouldn’t show her intentions too fast.
“How would you like to come in for a drink?” Jenna asked, hoping he would say yes.
“Sure.” He said, trying his hardest not to sound too excited.
As she opened the door she noticed she was nervous.
“Make yourself at home, I’m just going to slip out of these work clothes. There’s some champagne in the cabinets or anything in the fridge you can help yourself to.” She said, as she rushed into her bedroom.
“Thanks!” He yelled, as she took off.
‘I hope he’s interested.’ She thought to herself. ‘He’s gorgeous.’
‘Wow, I can’t believe I’m here’ he thought as she changed. ‘I been trying to talk to her for weeks!’
A couple of minutes later she returned wearing some tight-form fitting jeans with a pink muscles t shirt. Accentuating her breasts and firm butt. Noticing he took notice she blushed and inwardly screamed in her mind.
“So would your girlfriend be mad that your up here with me?” She asked.
“I don’t have a girlfriend, I’m single. But what would your boyfriend think of you picking up men in elevators and into your apartment?” he asked.
“Haha, nice. Im not seeing anyone either.” she replied, giggling slightly.
“So what do you do for work?” He replied, fearing she’ll lose interest.
“Let’s not beat around the bush, I know you don’t care what I do. You know why you’re here.” she said boldly, and pushed him onto her couch and straddled him.
“Uh, uh….” he mumbled, shocked.
“What? You don’t want me? Do I not attract you?” she purred in his ear as she nibbled on his neck.
“Uh-oh. Its not that, I’m just not that type of guy.” he said trying to find his voice.
“What type of guy are you? Your not gay are you?” she said, as she starred intently at him.
“What? No.” he said, caught off guard.
“Well?” she said waiting for a response.
“I’m not the type of guy to just sleep with a girl and then walk away. I usually expect some sort of relationship along with sex.” he explained.
“Oh..” she replied.
“I know we just met but I really like you.” he said, as he reached and caressed her hair.
“Then show me.” she said.
“I’m not having sex with you unless I know I have a chance with forming a relationship with you. And I’m not looking for friends with benefits, a fling of any sort. I want to be with you can you handle that?” he asked.
“I’ve never had a man refuse to have sex with me because of that. Are you serious?” she asked, suspsiously.
“Yep.” he answered.
“And what if we don’t work out in a relationship, can we still have sex?” she giggled.
He smiled and said, “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”
“Okay so are you going to fuck me now or what?” she asked as she unbuttoned his shirt.
He stood up and began walking to her bedroom. He laid her on the bed and began to taking off her clothing piece by piece.
“I’m not going to fuck you, I’m going to make love to you.” he said staring into her eyes.
Lost in his sincerity, she just nodded and gave herself to him.
As she laid there naked, she watched as he took off his clothing. Growing wetter, and wetter by the minute. She finally saw his muscular body and just wanted to ravage him.
As he returned to the bed, he knelt in front of her and massaged her thighs and took in the image in front of him. Her long toned legs that led to his prize. Her clean shaved cunt just glistening with her arousal. As he lowered himself on top of her and kissed her softly. She grabbed him by the back of the head and deepened the kiss. As their tongues fought for control in each other’s mouth she began to grind against straining to have him enter her. He pulled back and left a trail of wet kisses along her neck and down to her breast. Kissing each nipple, they got harder and erect. He swirled his tongue around the left on and tweaked the other one with his hand. She grabbed his head and forced him down and whispered, “Harder.”
He suckled it harder and occasionally biting, causing her to moan beneath him. Taking the same amount of attention to the other, she pushed his head back.
“Please.” she begged.
He laughed. “Not til I have my fill.”
He went lowering and found himself taking in her intoxicating scent he dove right into her prize.
“oohhh… yes… uuhh.” she moaned.
He licked all up her slit and savored her womanly taste. She grabbed his head and forced him harder into her. He swirled his tongue along her clit and brought his hand to finger fuck her brought her closer to an orgasm. Swirling his tongue furiously, and suckling her clit she screamed. “Oooohhhh mmmyyyyyyy…. Uuuuhhhhhhh… yyeesssssss right there……ooohhh don’t stop, yessssss….”
As he brought her down from her orgasm he sat up. Glistening from her juices, she pulled him back down and kissed him. Savoring her own taste of herself. She tried to pushed him onto his back to reciprocate but he refused, “No, now we make love.”
Gently lining up the head to her entrance he slowly pushed inward. She gasped at his size and the feeling of being so full. He pulled out with only the head in and thrust forward with more force. She screamed. He grunted. She wrapped her legs around his waist and thrust toward him to meet his strokes. As they found a rhythm, they kept this up for about 10 minutes til she felt herself coming again.
“Omg, I’m cumming!!” she screamed.
He kissed her to muffle her screams. As he felt his own orgasm begin to rise, he realized he wasn’t wearing a condom. “Baby, I’m going to cum..” he warned.
“OOhhh, me too, im cumming again! Come inside me, I want to feel you come inside me!! Now, come with me!! Ooohhh….” she screamed again.
He couldn’t hold back anymore and released spurt after spurt into her as she came as well. Milking his cock for all he had.
Spent, he collapsed on top of her. Both gasping for breathe, he rolled off of her and pulled her to him. She snuggled up against him.
“I’ve had multiple orgasm! That was the best ever!” she gushed, blushing brightly.
“Glad to be of service to help you discover!” he laughed.
“ So….” she said, wondering if what he said before was true.
“ Soo… “ he said, content with having her in his arms.
She stayed quiet.
“I was serious about what I said, I want to be with you. I’m not leaving, especially not after that great, hot sex.” he said, as if reading her thoughts.
“Oh…” she said, a weird feeling filling her heart.
“So get used to me being around, I’m not going anywhere.” he said.
Then something dawned on her, they had just had unprotected sex and there was no sort of protection.
“Ummm… I need to tell you, I’m not on the pill.” she said, scared of his reaction.
“Ah, well then looks like I’m staying here. I’m very potent.” he laughed, easing her thoughts.
“Omg, I cant believe I just met you, tried to force myself on you, have the best sex ever and let you cum inside me!” she said, covering her face.
“Ha ha, its okay I think im in love with you.” he said, not realizing what he just said.
“Really?” she said, not believing her ears.
“Yep.” he said.
“Well then, the feeling’s mutual. How about we go another round? By the way, this might sound silly but what‘s your name?” she asked. Feeling silly.
“Haha, oh that might help. Jason.” he said, feeling silly himself.
“Jenna.” she said content. Feeling him get hard again. And pulled him to her.

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Experimentation Vol 3

Experimentation Volume 3
Happiness filled my life in a way it never had before. No one had ever thought to treat me the way Mistress did every day. I was her slave; she owned me, yet Mistress often brought me breakfast in bed! She continued with my reading lessons, and I continued with her sex lessons. It was probably a result of the circumstances, but for the first time in my life, I realized that I was falling in love. Love was something that I’d never known, and I didn’t really know how to respond to it. The strange thing was that the situation was mutual; Mistress began to fall for me, and she didn’t really know what to do about it either. Mistress began to give me an allowance, in the fashion parents did with their offspring. I got fifty dollars a week, in cash; fifty dollars that I could spend on little luxuries for myself.
When Mistress took me home, on the first day, she told me that there was one wardrobe in the bedroom that was out of bounds for me. I wondered what was in it; in fact I was desperately curious to find out its contents, but I left it alone. It was two months until Mistress gave me permission to open the wardrobe, and I was quite surprised to see the contents. They weren’t exactly things a young lady was expected to keep in her bedroom. That wardrobe contained almost two dozen swords from around the world. I was immediately fascinated with the collection, and asked Mistress to teach me all about swords, and the cultures that created them.
After almost four months of mutual sexual pleasure with Mistress’, it was my thirty-third birthday, and on the morning of that day, Mistress gave me the first birthday card I’d ever received. The wording from Mistress was, ‘For my Princess; my companion and my friend. All my love, Mistress.’ Inside the card was a smaller envelope with no markings. I opened the envelope to find hundred dollar bills; ten of them, and I found myself speechless. No one had ever given me a noticeable amount of money before, and told me I spend it on whatever I liked. My first thought was to save my present and hope that Mistress gave me many more such presents. That way, I was sure I would be able to buy my sister’s freedom. Perhaps I could even buy my own eventually. Of course, being a slave meant that I couldn’t have a bank account to save the money in, so I asked Mistress if she would open an account for me, so that I could save my money easily. Naturally, she agreed, and I got my savings account in Mistress’ name. Then, whatever out of my allowance I didn’t spend, I saved for the future.
My first problem, of course, was that I had to find my sister. I didn’t know where she was, so I was obviously going to have considerable work ahead of me. However, she was my sister, and I wanted to help her.
My first thought was to ask my parents if they knew where my sister was. If I was lucky, she would still be where they were, and hopefully would stay there until I could save up enough money and try to convince her owner to sell her to Mistress. Again, being a slave meant that I could not have property, but if I gave Mistress the money, she could buy my sister, and free her for me. I would pay every dollar of her asking price, and more, if Mistress would do what I wanted. I knew that my father was able to read and write, so I typed a letter on Mistress’ computer, bought a book of stamps the next time Mistress asked me to go shopping, and sent it to my father, along with a supply of envelopes, paper, stamps and pens; just hoping he’d get the package. My luck was in, and my father received it. He replied to me, in considerable surprise at my literacy, and gave me some bad news. My sister had been sold a couple of years earlier, but he could give me the address of her owner, and he confirmed that she also could read and write, so would be able to reply to any letters she received, if she received them.
When I got the reply from my father, Mistress handed me the envelope with a smile on her face. “Never had post before, Princess?” she asked. I almost took Mistress’ fingers off, when I snatched the envelope from her hand and ripped it open. It was a fabulous feeling, reading my first ever letter, although the feeling didn’t last when I read the news it contained. It was clear to Mistress that I was upset, so she put an arm around my waist, and kissed me. “Need a new letter pack then, Princess?” she asked.
“Yes Mistress; I just hope she’ll be able to answer,” I replied.
Mistress supplied me with my pack of stationary and stamps and I wrote to my sister. She was every bit as surprised as my father at my newfound ability to write. She was an administrator, which required her to be literate, and she asked me what I did for my owner. What did I tell her? I asked Mistress for her opinion and she said that I should describe myself as a ‘domestic.’ All of what I did for Mistress would be classified as ‘domestic’ work, in as much as it was done inside her apartment. As long as my sister remained in her position, she was safe, and I could be content with knowing that, until the time arrived that I could try to free her from her life of slavery.
She and I traded letters intensively for months, and I kept her well supplied with letter writing materials, at Mistress’ expense. In that time, Christmas came and went, and the contents of my savings account tripled to more than three thousand dollars, and my bra increased by one cup size. I took Mistress by surprise by giving her a Christmas present bought from my allowance. I told my sister the story of my first trip to the fetish store with Mistress, and included the story of our second visit.
That was every bit as entertaining as the first time, and I could even read the writing on the products. Mistress had decided that she required a larger dildo for me to make love to her with. I knew we were going shopping, the way we usually did, but she didn’t have to tell me where we were going. The spiked collar around Mistress’ neck indicated that we were going to the fetish shop, and that I was again going to have to pretend to be Mistress’ owner.
As instructed by Mistress, I clipped on her leash just after we got out of the car, and I led her by it into the store. The response was much as predicted. “Hey, look who’s come back. It’s the lucky bitch with the fantastic bit of pussy! Are your tits bigger than the last time you were here?”
“Yes, I’ve been under the knife.”
“Thought so. You broke the little bit of pussy in properly, after you took her home, last time?”
“Given the price I paid for her, you’re damn straight I did! She’s a wonderful fuck, with such a lovely tight pussy. There are times I wonder how it might feel to be a man, and whenever I’d got my double-ended rubber prick buried clit-deep in her pussy, I do think like that. What would it feel like to be able to spunk in her cunt daily, I wonder? With tits like those to squeeze, I fuck her several times a day when I have the energy!” I had to laugh dirtily, like a letch, as I spoke; it was expected of me.
You gonna tell me what you paid for her, yet?”
“Due to favourable circumstances, I got her for the bargain price of thirty five grand!” I replied; even managing to sound as if I was gloating over my purchase. I suppose that if I had been in that position, I may well have gloated over what I’d gotten, at the price I supposedly got it for.
“Thirty five? Lucky cow! How did you achieve that feat?” I could sense the jealousy in her voice, and I was sure I could see it all over her face.
I pulled Mistress closer to me, and put my arms around her waist. “She’d been bought as a gift to her previous owner’s son, but for reasons unknown, he was still unable to get his prick solid enough to stick it in her. She was kept intact until he was going to be capable of fucking his present; he never got the chance. Financial trouble hit the family, and they needed money, fast. Coincidentally, I happened to hear about their troubles, and remembered the girl they’d bought for their son for when he overcame his limp prick problem, and made an offer for her. They needed a quick sale, and thirty five thousand in cash, was sufficient incentive for me to take ownership. I realize how lucky I was to get her so cheap, and I intend to take maximum advantage of that as often as I can.”
“I’d ask if you were willing to sell her to me, but in your place, I wouldn’t let that go any time soon either.”
“Not a chance, and you know it!”
“I can dream, can’t I?” She produced a business card, which she handed me, “In case you change your mind, or, however unlikely it is, eventually get bored with Miss. Tits, there. I’ll pay top dollar for her in either of those situations.”
I took the card, but I knew it wasn’t relevant; after all, I couldn’t sell what I didn’t own. Even if did own Mistress, I could never have sold her to the sort of pervert that room was full of; they wouldn’t have treated her the way I would have, and the way I already did. She treated me better than most, if not all, of the women in that room would have treated her. Some men didn’t treat their wives as well as Mistress treated her obedient, horny, blonde sex slave.
(For example, there was the time I’d come down with food poisoning. At the time, we didn’t know the cause of the condition, but I was ill; very much so. Mistress summoned a doctor to attend to me, and with the experiences I’d had, that was something I had not been expecting. No other owner had summoned a doctor for me, or for any other slave I’d ever known, yet Mistress didn’t bat an eyelid at the expense of the doctor, or the hospital visit she recommended. Mistress took me to A & E, and paid my bills. She even got all combative with the doctors who didn’t originally want to treat me because I had no medical history. It was beautifully done, and in a way I wouldn’t have dreamt of. Mistress told them that they had a responsibility to treat any sick person with the money to pay, and seeing as Mistress could pay for my treatment, they were obliged to treat me. She also threatened to sue the asses off them all if I didn’t survive the treatment. I was an expensive piece of property and she wanted me back in first class condition, ‘or fucking else!’ Mistress also commented that at home, she never restrained me, and if I complained about being chained up, or otherwise mistreated, there’d be absolute bloody hell to pay! She left me in hospital for three days, visiting twice a day on each of them, with flowers, chocolates and kisses. The bill for my treatment was half as much as my purchase price, yet Mistress paid it without hesitation because I was worth it! “It’s only money,” Mistress commented, when she signed the forms.)
During that visit, I was asked how I got such fine service from my girl. At first, no one there would believe that I’d never had to beat Mistress. I explained it very simply. “When I got her, she’d seen other slaves facing their punishments for infractions, and she knew what she could expect if she misbehaved. She didn’t misbehave, and at the end of the first week, I rewarded her with a shopping trip. That was before you first saw her, and before I first fucked her. I mastered treating a beautiful young woman, as what she was, and not mistreating her. I trained this one, with the carrot, rather than the stick, and it works. I get what I want, and I treat her like a lover! I give her fine clothes, and good food; and I make love her, making the experience as enjoyable for her as it is for me. And that, my new friends, is the way to get such service from a slave; it gives her an incentive to do what you want her to do. Give her treats and presents, and lots and lots of orgasms. She drives, too; she’s my chauffeur!”
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When my reading and writing skills had reached high school standards, and after year and a bit, Mistress handed me an A4 envelope with the instruction to fill in the forms it contained. It was my application for a driving license. Everyone knew that slaves didn’t get to drive cars; it would just make it easier for them to escape from their owners. However, it wasn’t illegal to teach a slave to drive; it was just assumed that no owner would ever bother. I hadn’t expected that I would learn that skill either.
It took me a while, but I actually learned to drive, and was added to Mistress’ insurance policy. I had trouble with the local police on a couple of occasions, but Mistress got me out of trouble, and then, to avoid that sort of trouble, she bought me my own car. I got the car delivered on Mistress’ and my second anniversary. It had my name on its registration document. Mistress’ lawyer found a loophole in the property law, in that in the case of cars, the registered keeper isn’t necessarily the legal owner, which was why we got away with it. I knew nothing about the car until it got delivered, and I was asked to put my signature on the paperwork to confirm that it was mine. When Mistress told me that my car had arrived, I was stunned. When I saw it, I was even more stunned! I’d expected a little family compact, and when I laid eyes on a mint condition nineteen fifty seven Cadillac Eldorado convertible; all gleaming black pain, fins and chrome, I didn’t know what to do, or what to say. I didn’t even move to catch the keys, as Mistress threw them to me. She had to pick the keys up, put them in my right hand and wrap my fingers around them, before I seemed able to keep hold of them. Even then, I didn’t make any move towards the car until Mistress stood behind me and began to literally push me towards it. I saw the irony though; Mistress had given a five thousand dollar slave a car worth ten times her value; maybe more! I didn’t ask Mistress what she paid for the car; I just promised her that that I would be careful when I drove it.
When I finally got in the car, and Mistress had encouraged me to go out and burn some rubber, she also opened her purse and put her hand in it. I was surprised when she handed me a tazer and said, “Just in case some cunt tries to steal your nice new car.” Being a slave, I wasn’t allowed a gun, but the old laws had been written before the invention of the current generation of non-lethal defensive weapons, and the majority of them weren’t on the list of prohibited weapons for a slave. For example, Mace was a prohibited weapon for a slave, so Mistress gave me a can of corrosive oven cleaner instead. Nastier than Mace it might have been, but it was a domestic item, and therefore not illegal for a slave to have in her purse. Mistress’ lawyer eventually found a loophole in the law which allowed me to have a gun on my person, and not get arrested, and put to death for it. Laughable though it sounds to everyone, including myself and Mistress, I am legally Mistress’ personal bodyguard! We both know that a medal winning kick-boxing champion such as Mistress, would very easily, and very quickly kick seven shades of shit out of yours truly in a fair fight, but that single piece of paper showing me to be a licensed bodyguard, permits me to legally carry even a fully automatic firearm in a public place; just like Mistress.
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After three years of service to Mistress, I’d almost forgotten that she’d bought me from my previous owner, for cash, and took me home, rather than met me in a gay club, charmed me, and made me want to go home with her at the end of the night for the obvious reason. I like to think that in that situation, I would have gone home with Mistress from that club.
In those three years I had been able to save almost eight thousand dollars towards my goal of freeing my sister from her bondage. I knew that a trained administrator wouldn’t be cheap to buy, and that the paltry eight thousand I had saved up, was going to be nowhere near enough. I’d need three or four times what I had, but figured that I had plenty of time to save up, because I didn’t see it likely that my sister’s owner would sell her any time soon, if she was any good at what she did.
In those three years, I had taught Mistress to make love like an old fashion courtesan, and she became very good at it. I think that over the same period, my own pleasure skills improved, too. At least Mistress thought that they did! It was on our third anniversary that Mistress gave me her third, and final, cherry. I’d thought that her pussy was tight, but when I first tried to push the smaller of our double-ended pricks up her ass, I realized that it was even tighter.
Mistress offered me her ass, and instructed me to fuck it. I had always given Mistress anything she wanted; in or out of the bedroom, and what she had just asked for would be no exception, but it would be different. While Mistress would get what she wanted, it would not be the way she wanted; well, not the first time anyway. Even the smallest of our toys would be too big for an orifice so tight. She got on all fours, sticking her ass in the air, and repeated the demand for what she wanted.
I settled down, off to one side of Mistress’ thighs, caressing, stroking and cupping those lovely firm young buttocks in my hands, while making sure that Mistress could hear my voice quietly. As my fingers explored the crevice in between her buttocks, she lifted her hips up off the bed, and I quickly pushed all six of our pillows underneath her belly to support her shapely body. As I lowered my head and began to run my tongue over her buttocks, she responded by reaching around with her hands and parting them to make it easier for me.
Mistress had the most delectable little asshole imaginable, and I couldn’t resist the urge to kiss it. Nor could I resist the urge to rim that lovely little anus, while slipping a couple of fingers into her pussy at the same time.
When I did that, she let out a little, low groan, of pure pleasure, and that just encouraged me to go a little further. I put my mouth to that tight ring and started to probe it with my tongue. After a couple of minutes, I reached into the drawer in the bedside cabinet, for my tube of KY and for the only item in my little collection of toys that I used on my own asshole on rare occasions back in Marseilles.
I applied the lubricant to her ring, smiling in pleasure at the low moan that the sensation elicited. She cried out as my fingertip slipped into her rear entrance, and she gave little gasps as I moved that finger around, probing and stretching her ringpiece, quickly adding a second finger, and then a third. Once the third finger was sliding in and out without a problem, it was time to go a step further. I lifted our one and only anal dildo from where I had put it on the pillow next to Mistress’ head, and very gently, I eased the tip of it into her asshole.
Mistress moaned as I moved the dildo in and out of her rectum, clearly enjoying what I was doing. I started to move it faster, in and out, and she thrust her hips up in time to my thrusts. After a while I stopped using the anal dildo, pulled it out of Mistress’ ass, and reached back into the bedside drawer for a conventional, vaginal, vibrator. I squeezed lube onto that, rubbed it in, and switched it on, before seeing if it would fit up Mistress’ ass. I didn’t force it in; I didn’t dare try to do that. It had to go in without too much pressure.
As I was gently trying to insert the large vibrator into Mistress’ tight little asshole, I asked her to, “Try and relax your little botty Mistress; this is quite large, but I’ll be gentle, I promise I will.”
“I’ll try,” she whispered back, and slowly the vibrator disappeared into her bum. Mistress groaned loudly as I started to push the vibrator up her adorable little bum. I began pushing it in harder, and she started gasping and panting, fingering her pussy as I did so. Mistress moved in time with my thrusts, pushing backwards and upwards with her pelvis, as I pushed down with the big vibrator, moaning, as the obscenely large piece of vibrating plastic disappeared within her slender little body, and the sight was just so beautiful.
I could tell that Mistress was just about ready to climax as I reached underneath her, pushing her hand away from her pussy, to tickle her clit. The resulting climax was just wonderful to behold. I’d heard her squeal in orgasm before, but that time, she simply screamed, as the climax overtook her, and seemed to go on for an inordinate amount of time.
Gasping for breath, those lovely tits still heaving, she rolled over to look up at me, face flushed red with her exertions, and looked up into my eyes. She said just three words to me, “Fucking wonderful babe,” and those simple words made my entire day. Mistress took me by surprise, yet again that night, by pointing at the double-ender we normally used and saying, “Use that on me next time, Princess, that way you’ll get some pleasure as well.”
“When’s ‘next time’,” I asked, hoping it wouldn’t be too long; the next night perhaps, or at least that same week.
“Right about now, babes,” was the answer, before Mistress rolled back over and positioned herself on all fours, pointing that delectable little bottom right at me; both of her holes still glistening with different types of lubricant. What could a woman do at a moment like that, except what her Mistress asked?
I knelt there for a few seconds, just looking at her bottom, before she began to get impatient. She took me by surprise by turning very serious and looking right into my eyes. “Princess”, she said, in her most stern voice, “when I tell you to vigorously nail me up the ass like a proper little cheap whore, I don’t mean kneel there and drool like a baby at the prospect. You and I both know that you’ve wanted to bugger me witless since the first time you pushed a large piece of latex rubber up my pussy, and now is your chance. I mean, grab the dildo and do what I demand; and I am demanding to be buggered witless.
I’ve done it to you so many times, and I’ll admit that I enjoy buggering you, so tonight, I’ll take it the same way if you’d like me to. You’ve earned it so many times over by now, and it’s overdue that I repay the pleasure. How could I love you so much, and not give you the odd little thing that I know would make you so happy? You will be gentle with me though, won’t you?” Despite the words, it wasn’t a question! I had wanted to do my Mistress in the ass, for a considerable while, but I hadn’t realized just how transparent I was with my wants. I hadn’t mentioned it to Mistress, and never would have, but once the offer was made, I was going to take it.
“I’ll be as gentle as you like, Mistress, I swear I will be. You already know that I will, or you wouldn’t have offered me this gorgeous little peach.”
“In that case my big Princess, now’s your one chance to convert me to your way of thinking; on the all-important subject of ass fucking, anyway. I feel brave enough to let you shove your rubber cock up mine, tonight; the way you’ve wanted to do for a while; but if you don’t do it now, you may not get another chance. If I don’t get my pleasure now, I may not find the nerve to ask again, and you’ll have blown your chance.” She changed her position ever so slightly, pointed at her bum with one finger and said, “Ass… fuck… right now…you beautiful, dirty blonde cow!”
I grabbed our double-ended dildo and said, “Yes Mistress, whatever you demand!”
I did what she demanded of me, and I was still a little nervous as I knelt behind her and placed the tip of the double-ender at her rectum before very slowly, and very gently, pushing it in, all the way to where my pubes would have been, as Mistress encouraged me. “That’s it Princess, shove it in nice and deep. Bugger your randy little Mistress rigid, the way you’ve been dreaming about since the first day you pulled my knickers down to my ankles and I watched as I stepped out of them. I can take it all the way, just like you can.”
The feeling of pushing the double-ender up Mistress’ ass was wonderful; her ass was even tighter than her pussy, and when I had the toy as deep as it would go, and was pressing the front of my thighs against the back of her own, I held still, and reached forward to gently cup Mistress’ big tits in both of my hands. Then I asked her if she felt ok with what was happening. She nodded, and said, “Continue with the big rubber cock, Princess, and make me squeal!”
Following the very clear instruction I had received, I began working the dildo back and forth slowly, in short thrusts, and gradually extending the length of the thrusts, while keeping them soft and gentle. I knew, right from the start, that Mistress was enjoying anal sex, and I was quite proud of myself for giving the woman I loved the pleasure she wanted. I was gentle with her, as I should be; only becoming vigorous when asked to be, or more accurately when it was demanded of me that I be more vigorous, and that I thrust a little harder. That was the moment when I realized just how tight Mistress’ asshole really was. I don’t suppose that my own was any less tight, the first time I got fucked up it, but my memory of that instance was of the pain I endured from it, and the way I cried and begged for my Master to stop hurting me. Needless to say, the bastard did no such thing; he simply pulled my hair harder, and told me to shut up.
As I held my position with my legs pressed up against Mistress’ legs, and felt her wiggle her hips, I knew it was time to do what she wanted, and slowly pulled the rubber prick out of her asshole, in preparation to push it back in again. I knew I was going to have to be very gentle with my Mistress, and her virgin ass. She was right when she asserted that I’d wanted to do that for a long time, although not as long as she thought. The day I first pulled her lace panties down and got a good look at her considerable bush, I was more concerned about making sure that she was willing to keep it out where I could get at it. Doing her up her lovely peachy ass didn’t enter my mind. It was an idea that I didn’t have until much later, and we were watching one of her newest porn films. I had Mistress on all fours on the living room floor; skirt up around her waist, panties around her ankles, and three fingers knuckle deep in her pussy as I stroked her clit and talked dirty to her. We were watching a particular scene where one woman was vigorously doing another woman in the ass with a big double-ended dildo, and I was sure that Mistress’ pussy was getting wetter and literally pulsating around my invading fingers as she watched the big rubber prick being pushed into a greased-up ass in front of the camera, while the owner of the ass moaned loudly.
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Then there was Mistress’ third trip to the fetish shop, in her spiked collar. She wanted to take her role-playing in that store to the next stage, presumably in one of the rooms on the upper floor. I wasn’t quite sure how it would work out, but, as was always the case, what Mistress wanted, Mistress got! She dressed herself like a fifty dollar whore, put on the collar and gave me the leash. Mistress chose to return to the store on the same day, and at roughly the same time as the previous two occasions, hoping that the same women would be in the store, as the last two occasions.
They’d been green-eyed before, and she wanted to make them even worse. There were ways of doing that, as long as she had the nerve to go through with a performance on a bed in one of the rooms, and I wasn’t entirely sure if she would, or not. After all, I was the only woman she’d shown herself to, and I doubted her willingness to take her clothes off in front of many other women. Of course, everything depended on one of the other women creating a situation where Mistress could get her wish without being seen to be offering herself on a plate. She couldn’t offer, and being the jealous owner type, I wouldn’t either. We’d have to be seen to have been maneuvered into having Mistress perform on another woman.
My part was going to be quite difficult to get exactly right; I had to get Mistress the sort of woman she wanted to play with, while making it all appear to be completely unplanned. A lot of it was going to have to come from my instinct once things began. I knew Mistress’ taste in women; I’d had plenty of time to judge what got her nipples to stand to attention and her pussy to get wet. Her taste in women tended to run, mainly, to those like herself; small-boned and petite, with a large, round ass and big, firm tits. Facial features weren’t so important, though; big tits were far more important than a pretty face. Now, I knew she wouldn’t want to be made to service another Mistress; she’d want to give a little pleasure to a slave who may not have had a great deal of it recently.
Mistress’ idea worked out quite well. When I led her through the doorway, on her leash, in her sexy outfit, we got a round of applause. There were several familiar faces; all women who seemed to spend a considerable amount of time in the store, along with their girls. While a couple of them had men on leashes, most had young women in tow. Running on my instinct, despite my initial surprise, it only took me about five seconds to guess which set of panties Mistress was going to want to get into. The girl was of mixed race; uncommon in the day. She was in her early teens, standing about four feet ten inches tall, with an ass like a peach and tits like watermelons; just Mistress’ type! Her skin color didn’t matter too much, or at least I didn’t think it would. To look at her, I was a little curious about her parentage. If she’d been born in America, then the black half of her parentage would have to have been slave stock, but what about the white half? Was the other half also slave stock, unable to find a white slave to marry, or a member of the Master’s family; probably one of his sons.
Master himself probably wouldn’t have bothered with a Negro woman, but a horny son with no girlfriend just might have. For a teenage boy, pussy was pussy, and waiting until she reached eighteen often wouldn’t feature in his plans! Sons of rich families often forced themselves onto young, often pre-teen, slave girls, because they were too young to have sex with free women. While it was technically illegal to have sex with any underage girl, even a slave, the cops tended not to give a damn. Usually the illegitimate child would end up in the slave compound because its father didn’t give a damn. After all, he’d already gotten what he wanted, and the kid was often just an embarrassing reminder of how desperate he had been to get himself some pussy. I’d seen it happen with my own eyes. In some households, slaves could do what they liked to one another, as long as it didn’t interfere with the duties they had to carry out for their owners, and if that included the big slave raping any and all of the cute female slaves, strictly according to rota, then who gave a flying fuck? In other households, slaves were required to treat each other the way the owning family treated each other. In my household, if a slave man wanted to fuck a slave woman, he had to get her permission first. Just as a child, I saw the effects of not doing so. He was in his late twenties, stood about two meters twenty, and was built like an ox. The young woman didn’t stand a chance of fighting him off. He was a new purchase and didn’t understand the rules of his new household. A hundred strokes of the lash, and eight hours staked out in the burning sun, taught him the error of his ways, and he never did anything like it again.
I had heard stories whilst in the slave compound of other ways a mixed race child could be conceived. One woman told us all her horror story. Her owner liked live sex shows that he could watch along with his guests. Those shows usually had but one theme, her, and often one or two other white women, being repeatedly raped by several male black slaves, to the cheers of the audience. She’d had three babies to the other slaves, and as soon as those children had been weaned off milk, they were sold off. That was the one thing a slave owner could get into huge amounts of trouble for doing! Whipping an adult slave to death was quite acceptable; yet selling a child of under thirteen could get an owner five to ten years in a jail cell, maybe more, depending on the age of the slave! No slave could be legally sold until he or she had reached thirteen years of age. That was to prevent babies being sold to pedophiles, as had happened in the past. Slaves or not, no baby should be subjected to that, and her owner had been caught breaking that law. All his slaves were confiscated by the state, and auctioned off, and he had been banned from ever buying any more. One of the other young women in the compound with us had been one of those babies and she added her horror story to the others. I realized, as I was listening to them, that my life could have been far worse than it actually was.
Anyway, it was time to manipulate the women in that room, so that Mistress got what she wanted. The outfit was to begin the conversation, and I was to steer it in the direction Mistress wished. Her plan was fine. “Well then, lucky bitch…you’re still hanging on to Miss. Tits, I see. Don’t suppose you’ve changed your mind on parting with her yet?” The same woman who had asked to buy Mistress the first time, was clearly still intending to buy her from me.
I didn’t even see fit to answer the question; mainly because I thought that silence would serve me better than any choice of words. “Didn’t think so. What does she do for you that no other girl could do?”
“She serves me well in the bedroom, like no one else I ever owned. She knew nothing when I bought her, and I taught her personally. Could I buy better? Could your girl do better than mine” I challenged.
“Seems like we need a comparison here! Would you permit your bitch to give a demonstration on one of us?” she asked. Bait taken then!!!
“Well, Princess?” I asked Mistress. “Would you care to demonstrate your talents on one of the women in this room?”
“Can I pick my own partner Mistress, please?” Mistress asked me.
“Anyone have an objection to my girl picking her own demonstration partner?” I asked the room in general.
“No,” was the standard answer from those who voiced an answer. “Bingo, Mistress; you’ve just got your girl,” I thought to myself. “Time to see if I read you as well as I think I can.”
Mistress looked around the room and walked towards the girl I expected she would go for. Seeing as she was still on her leash, I had to follow her. “I’d like this girl, Mistress, if that’s ok,” she said. I looked at the girl’s owner, and she nodded her head. Mistress had got her busty piece of teenage pussy!
“I’ll allow a basic demonstration down here, but any more than that, and she,” I pointed to the woman who had requested the demo, “can pay for the necessary room upstairs.”
“Agreed, just as long as I get a bedside seat,” she replied. “Oh, Mistress” I thought, “this is going to be fun.”
Mistress took the girl’s hands in her own and asked, “What is your name, young lady, mine is Jennie.” I knew that Mistress’ first name was Erika, and I just ignored the lie.
“Abigail,” replied a young woman with a smile on her face at being addressed in such a pleasant manner.
“Well then Abigail, will you allow me to make love to you?”
“Yes, Jennie; if Mistress wants me to.” She turned to her owner and asked for permission. That permission, of course, was immediately forthcoming. Everyone wanted that demo’, and allowing her girl to be fucked by another girl was a small price to pay while I put my money where my mouth was.
“Mistress,” asked ‘Jennie’, “Where should I make love to Abigail; behind the empty counter?”
“It’s as good a place as any,” I replied, seeing as it was as good a place as any.
Mistress unclipped the leash from her collar, and did the same for Abigail. Then she led her behind the empty counter, as many of us leaned over to watch what was going to occur. “Lie down, sweetie,” instructed Mistress. Abigail lay down on her back and Mistress parted her legs, before kneeling between them. We all watched as Mistress open Abigail’s sexy little top and began to tease her little nipples. The music had already been shut off, and we could all listen to the soft sounds of pleasure that Abigail was making. The expression on Abigail’s face told a complete story. I don’t think that her Mistress was a tenth as gentle with her as mine was with me. Abigail was smiling, whimpering and writhing, as Mistress fondled her nipples. After a few minutes, Mistress knelt upright and scooted backwards. She then lifted Abigail’s skirt and pulled down her panties. Poking out her tongue, she began to gently suck on Abigail’s clit and probe the inside of her pussy, at the same time as sticking her ass out. She was giving the body language equivalent of the words, “Here are my dildo holes ladies; does anyone want to play with them for me while I eat this under-age pussy?”
As Mistress munched on Abigail’s pussy, one of the audience members knelt down behind her, and looked up at me; clearly she’d recognized the gesture, and was the first one to work up the nerve to interfere. She raised her eyebrows in a questioning gesture, and I nodded my head. She quickly lifted Mistress’ short skirt to reveal the surprising fact that she hadn’t bothered to put panties on before we came out. I didn’t even know that she hadn’t put any on. “She’s got no panties on!” she announced very loudly. Running a hand under Mistress’ crotch, she brought it out and showed everyone that it was wet. She licked Mistress’ juice off her hand, and put it back where it had come from. After which she began to softly finger Mistress’ tight pussy. I was surprised when she released her grip on her girl’s leash and told her to, “Go and please Miss. Tits’s owner, and keep her sweet!” For the first time in my life, I was going to have a slave girl treating me like a genuine Mistress. I could get her to do anything I reasonably wanted, in order to be pleasured! She walked up to me and asked, “What can I do for you, to give you pleasure, Mistress?”
What indeed? “I want what your Mistress is doing to my girl,” I replied, as I leaned over the counter and stuck my ass out. The girl reached up my skirt and pulled down my panties, allowing me to step out of them. What surprised me most was the fact that I recognized feeling within myself; feelings of jealousy! Despite the fact that I had a teenage girl with her hands up my skirt, I was jealous of the woman who was crouching behind my Mistress and had fingers in her pussy. She was my owner, so what right did I have to be jealous of anything she did, or anything she got? While I wanted to keep that young, fit, body all to myself, I shouldn’t have expected Mistress to be faithful to her slave. The funny thing was that I did expect Mistress to be faithful to me, even though I knew I shouldn’t. After all, Mistress had told me that she loved me, and everyone knew that lovers should be faithful to each other. I suppose, however, that the teenage hands wandering around my ass and pussy were indications that I also was in the process of being unfaithful to the woman I loved, and I wondered if Mistress would feel as jealous of me, as I was of her. However, to judge by what Mistress was doing, I doubted that she’d even see what I was doing, let alone be feeling anything but the pussy on her tongue and the fingers in her own pussy. Hopefully, I also wouldn’t be feeling much more than the fingers in my pussy quite soon.
I felt the touch of the slave girl’s fingers around my crotch, and the unmistakable sensation of the application of artificial lubrication being applied to my pussy lips. Then she slipped the first finger inside me, and as I hoped, my jealousy began to fade as my pleasure began to take over. In a way it was a strange feeling, as the girl giving me pleasure wanted none in return. She didn’t expect to gain anything out of what was happening, and concentrated purely on my pleasure. Despite merely being in her teens, the so far unnamed girl was pretty good at what she did. Her fingers were stimulating my sensitive spots like a professional; as I did for my Mistress. My first thought, after that one, was to offer the girl the same in return, but that probably wouldn’t suit my role.
Anyway, as I enjoyed the sensation in my loins, and listened to Mistress vocalizing her pleasure through Abigail’s pussy, I noticed that everyone in the room was looking down at the three women on the floor. Mentally, I compared the shy, reserved and innocent young woman I had to encourage to show me her pussy, in order to show her what my fingers and tongue could do to it, to the dirty little lesbo slut on the sex shop floor, being fingered by a complete stranger, and eating out another complete stranger. How my beautiful, shy, little Mistress had changed since that first night! I wondered how far Mistress was prepared to go, that day, but I figured that after she’d worked up the courage, she’d go all the way with the woman kneeling behind her. In a way, she was going to discover how the other half lived, because the woman was not going to treat her in quite the same way I did. Mistress wouldn’t be hurt, because that was property damage, and the penalties could be severe if the other woman willfully damaged my property. Injuring another owner’s slave was equal to damaging her car, or breaking the windows of her house. In America, a slave was a valuable piece of property, and prison sentences had been known to be handed out to people who intentionally injured them. Another question I asked myself was ‘did I want to watch Mistress be fucked?’ I decided that I did. I had a gun in my purse, and I thought it likely that I‘d be the only person in the room, apart from Mistress, who did. (Getting a permit to buy a gun wasn’t exactly easy, and getting one to allow you to carry it concealed was much more difficult. The articles of Confederation originally allowed a citizen to carry whatever the hell he damn-well pleased. Times, of course, had changed considerably. The much revised articles from the nineteen twenties put very strict limits on what a citizen could own, and that hadn’t changed much in the following hundred years. While you could own a rifle, it had to be manual operation. Machine pistols were only allowed by special permit, and Mistress and I both had those permits.) I intended to make sure that Mistress was not mistreated, with force if need be.

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Restroom Fun

Sitting in the airport while waiting on my flight, we passed time talking about random subjects and joking about random things. As we conversed, my eyes roamed around the seating area, watching the various travelers coming and going as they arrived or departed. Even though we were in separate seats we were leaning close to one another. You rested your head sweetly on my shoulder and I turned to softly place a kiss on your hair. During a point of silence you twisted closer and buried your face in my neck. I heard your slow, deep inhale as you breathed in my cologne. I smiled as your exhale ended with a note of content.
At a moment you must have thought no one was looking…or perhaps you didn’t really care if anyone was…you nipped playfully at the tender skin with the edge of your teeth, catching just enough to send goosebumps down the length of my arm. I playfully warned you of the consequences if you decided to continue, which you blatantly disregarded with another bite…this time leaning in and capturing more skin, deftly sucking it into your mouth. I gasped as that all too familiar electric current traveled directly between my legs. I hooked my arm around to the backside of your head, pulling you closer and in return you sank your teeth even deeper into my flesh. Still very aware of the people around us, it took all I had to stifle the release of the moan forming in my throat..
You drew back and looked at me, the self-satisfaction so evident in your twinkling eyes and teasing smirk I had to laugh. Oh yes, you knew my weak spots, how to get me worked up…and I was already aching. But, I also knew yours…
Returning your smirk with one of my own, I edged close to your ear and in a steady whisper instructed, “Meet me in the restroom one minute from the time you see me go through the doorway. I’ll be waiting in the very last stall.”
I glanced at you only fleetingly as I picked up my backpack, slung it over my shoulder and walked with a deliberate pace across the waiting area to the entrance at the other wall. I looked at my watch as soon as I entered then searched the restroom for people. Thankfully, only one stall was occupied and it was at the very front. As I made my way to the back, I noticed just how shallow my breathing had suddenly become. Inserting myself into the last stall, the larger one meant to accommodate those in wheelchairs, I closed the door but left the latch untouched. I placed my bag in plain sight on the floor to ensure no one else would think the toilet was free.
This particular stall was the ‘full service’ kind, with a sink and mirror in the corner. I approached the basin and glanced at my reflection in the glass. Would she really do this? I silently asked myself. I rotated my wrist and looked at my watch as my constricted lungs sucked in a breath of oxygen. Turning to lean my backside against the sink, I waited. Only 15 seconds had passed. Damn, I thought, as I licked my suddenly dry lips in anticipation.
Tick-tock…tick-tock… went my watch. Twenty five seconds turned to thirty as I imagined you opening the door and sliding in, your eyes holding my stare as you advanced toward me….
Agonizingly, the secondhand reached forty-five. The rapid thud of my heartbeat echoed in my ears as the throbbing between my legs radiated through me.
Fifty, fifty-one, fifty-two…fifty-five seconds approached and I immediately wondered if I had presumed too much. My racing thoughts shifted from fucking you against the restroom wall to the analytical… Were you still out there in the waiting area? Too afraid? Not interested?
My stomach knotted and I sighed with disappointment as I prepared to exit the stall. As I was leaning over to pick up my bag however, the door creaked as it opened and you slowly stepped inside. Straightening, I watched as you rotated the lock into its latch and turned to face me. Your movements seemed almost slow motion. My expression was a mixture of surprise and arousal as you approached me and aligned your body to mine.
You looked into my eyes. I looked into yours. That self-satisfied expression from just moments ago was still present in your gaze and manifested itself once again in the smile that tilted your lips ever so slightly.
“So, I’m here…” you said quietly, your brow arching inquisitively. “What now?”
I was in slight awe that you were actually standing there with your body pressed against mine, but the heat emanating from you was definitely not imaginary. With the fingertips of my right hand, I grazed the curve of your mouth, tracing over the fullness of your lower lip in a slow, delicate back and forth pattern. The caress must have tickled because you pulled your lip into your mouth to bite it as your eyes drifted closed.
Before you opened them again, I cupped your face with both of my hands and brought my mouth to yours. At first our kiss was a sweet and gentle exploration; almost timid despite the number of times we had previously done so. When my tongue slipped into your mouth and collided with yours though, a sense of urgency replaced apprehension and the kiss quickly changed from mellow to intense. Your hands flew to the back of my head and pulled me closer, rigidly pushing your tongue further into my mouth so I would circle my lips around it and suck. I always loved how your fingers would course through the short strands of my hair, finding just enough to clench and tug while simultaneously drawing me into you.
For several moments, there was a dueling of tongues, clashing of teeth, biting of lips, roaming of hands through hair, over shoulders and beyond as we feasted on one another’s mouths. The sound of our breathing and slight moans reverberated over the the tiled walls as the sound of more activity happening outside the stall reached my ears. Placing my hands at your hips, I turned 180 degrees and walked you into the wall between the sink and the toilet. I pulled away and reached with my left hand to turn on the faucet. Leaving the water on, I then returned my attention to you and swiftly buried my hand in the hair at the base of your neck, grabbing a handful and jerking your head back and to the side. The yank elicited a gasp from you just as I knew it would, but not quite loud enough to carry over the running tap.
Swooping down, I hungrily sank my teeth into the exposed flesh of your neck, sucking fiercely and evoking yet another moan from you…this one more pronounced. You dug your fingernails into my forearms as I continued biting, breaking the tiny blood vessels just beneath your skin. My hands traveled to the hem of your shirt, the fingertips of my right slipped beneath the fabric to linger at the waistband of your jeans, sliding inside just a tad to absorb the heat radiating from your skin.
I unhook the button and slide my hand all the way inside to cup my hand over your panties. If your skin was hot, the heat exuding from your aching core was scorching. Pressing into you, I massaged lightly and immediately felt your essence soak the cloth. My mouth finds its way back to yours as I teasingly draw my fingers upward and press directly into your clit, causing your body to jerk in response. I swallow the rush of your shallow breath before your teeth catch my lower lip and bite.
As much as I so badly wanted to mercilessly tease you, to bring you to the edge repeatedly before actually allowing you to tumble over, I realized time was of significance and we really didn’t have much to take advantage of.
With that realization at the front of my mind, I moved back from you a couple steps to position myself at the front of the toilet, grasping your hand to pull you around and in front of me. I sat down on the very edge, my face now level with your lower belly. Lifting the hem of your shirt, I spent a few seconds slowly lowering the zipper of your jeans. As the zipper reached the end and I parted the material, I peeked up at you and flashed that well known smirk of mine. I leaned forward the few inches between my mouth and your exposed abdomen, placing my hands at your hips and then my warm mouth against you. As I trailed over the heated smoothness of your stomach, you buried your fingers in my hair to draw me closer. The scent of your skin coupled with the intoxicating scent that was all you filled my nose as I inhaled slowly and deeply.
I curved my fingers over the band of your panties, revealing the dark, neatly trimmed hair framing the part of you I was, without a doubt, addicted to. I quickly slipped past the barrier and directly to the opening of your pussy, dipping my middle finger into the wetness that had formed. Your head titled back as I moved in and out just slightly and you tightened the grip you had of my hair as I glided my fingertip up to your swollen clit… flicking right over it several times. Your legs jerked and I could hear the moans collecting in your throat before escaping with the sharpness of your breathing.
For a few brief moments, I stroked the engorged nub with your oh-so-sweet nectar. I then decided I needed…yes, needed…to taste you. Even if only for a another few brief moments as the question of when I might again echoed in my brain.
Almost hurriedly, I grabbed at your jeans and pulled them down a couple inches to allow me better access. You looked at me curiously as it seemed my quick movements caught you a little off guard. The surprise ended immediately, though, as you felt my mouth at the outer lips of your pussy…gasping as my tongue tip aimed directly for your clit, pressing at it insistently before capturing it between my teeth and lightly squeezing. Darting my tongue further into your slit, I slid downward and moaned as your juices coated my tastebuds. Damn, I loved your taste…
I extract my mouth from you, albeit reluctantly, and instruct you to straddle me. Your eyes darken as you situate yourself on my lap and wrap your legs around my middle, your feet against the back of the toilet. Our gazes meet for an instant before you lean in to taste yourself by slowly skimming your tongue over and around my lips. I poke out my own tongue and gently push it against yours, granting you a more thorough sampling and you encircle your mouth around it, intently suckling.
You wiggle a little as I tug at your jeans to lower them just a bit more. My right hand returns to its favorite spot of the moment between your legs. At first I use only the pad of my thumb to caress your clit, the moisture from you and the previous attentions of my mouth still covering the kernel…swelled, pulsating and throbbing. Your body twitched and you buried your face in the curve of my neck and shoulder as I began a rotating pattern of flicking and pressing.
Just as your reactions were heightening, I stopped. You let loose a half groan, half laugh, knowing full well I was teasing you. With momentary satisfaction, I smiled against your ear before descending…smoothly and deftly thrusting two fingers into your dripping core. As I pushed in as far as I could go, your teeth sank into the muscle of my shoulder. The smile was instantly wiped from my face and “fuck…” cascaded from my mouth on a moan and into your ear. You only bit harder as I began to shove in and out of you, rocking your hips in time with my hand.
Ceasing my thrusting movements for a moment, I keep my fingers deep inside you and focus on rubbing the tips back and forth over the grooves of your G-spot. Your body froze for a moment as the pleasure flooding through you abruptly changed its course. The mad rocking of your hips becomes a slower, more deliberate movement against me and I can feel a deep quiver forming from within you.
The water still running in the sink next to us, the people in the restroom doing their business, quite possibly fully aware of what was going on in this stall… I was suddenly oblivious to it all. My thoughts, my actions, my desires…all fled to one track, and that was to make you cum. Hard and fast. I didn’t care how loudly I made you cry out. I simply wanted to feel you explode from the inside out around me.
My fingers plunged further, shoving forcefully and on the way out curled upwards to scale over those sensitive ridges again and again. I repeated this over and over as you rode my hand. Where my thrusting alone couldn’t reach, you granted me access with your insistent arching into me. It was clear that hard and fast were on your mind as well…
Your moans became small cries and your breathing turned sharp and shallow. My own breathing did the same as all of my senses were overloaded in response to you. My hand smashed into you…you crashed into me. You…were…so…close.
Several more thrusts and I locked my lips over yours just seconds before you erupted, catching the near scream you let loose in my mouth and stifling its volume by a decibel or two. There was something about tasting an orgasm’s resulting moans that I absolutely loved. You clutched my shirt in your fists and wrapped your legs even more tightly around me as the walls of your pussy closed and pulsated gloriously around my fingers.
You held yourself against me for another moment as the spasms flooding through you calmed and your breathing relaxed. We kissed yet again, the same gentle exploration of earlier returning…

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