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Body Builder at the Booths

All my stories are going to be about things I’ve done. I like writing non fiction because I get to relive those moments. This one’s about a guy I met at the booth and followed back to his house.

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I Was Going To Do It.

I was going to do it.
I was going to try something I had never tried before, and I was sure it was going to work. It all seemed so simple at first, so easy and so freeing. The idea, given to me by one of my friends, was so intriguing at the time I could not stop myself from thinking about it.
It had been a solid three days since the idea lodged itself in my brain and as soon as I heard it, I knew it was something I wanted to try. The thought had sat in the back of my mind, festering and growing until I could not possibly wait another moment. I was going to do it.
I was going to tie myself up, upside-down, hanging from the ceiling in my garage with a vibrating egg inserted into my pussy.
It was going to be glorious. A girlfriend of mine and of similar build to me seemed so excited at her new found pleasure; I just had to try it.
So that is why I found myself standing in a musty smelling, dingy, grimy and overstocked porn store. How could a place be this dirty yet smell like someone spilled an entire bucket of sanitizer all over the place?
This building was a rundown gas station converted to serve pornography. It sat off exit 64 on I-92 and was a literal shit-hole. If this was not the only store within 50 miles that sold these kinds of things, I’d have gone somewhere else.
As soon as I walked in the powerful concoction of odors and aromas smacked me in the face. Eyebrows upturned, throat clenching and lunch churning in my stomach, I pressed forward; what I wanted outweighed all of what this store could throw at me.
As I browsed the isles and assembled my necessary tool-kit, I couldn’t help but breathe through my mouth and watch where my feet landed on the floor. Midway up isle (2) the floor was coated in some sticky substance I dare not tread on. It smelled like strawberry jam, so I assumed it was lube.
When I finally got back to the register, I had all I needed: 100ft length rope, (2) sets of fuzzy handcuffs, (1) ball gag, and the vibrating egg. The egg was by far the most expensive, but it was also the crucial ingredient to my plan. The box, hot pink with flowers on its sides (of course), claimed it had 10 different settings and an incredible long battery life. It also had a wireless controller so I could keep the remote in my hand, controlling its settings.
After paying my total in cash and receiving my change, I darted out the door and longed for fresh air and a shower. The unusually hot air clung to me in ways I really didn’t care for. Being mid-May in Pennsylvania, you’d think the weather would be cooler than it was, but the weathermen were predicting a scorcher of a weekend to follow.
Once safely tucked into my SUV, I smiled the coy smile of a person who is way too pleased with themselves. This was really happening.
Upon arriving home, my cat Baxter greeted me and started immediately whining that he was dying of starvation and couldn’t possibly wait another second. My bags I placed on the kitchen counter and I was lead into the kitchen by my furry companion.
I live in a 2 bedroom apartment with my boyfriend of 3 years. He travels a lot for his business and that is most of the time ok by me. Sometimes I miss him terribly, and I usually react like Baxter when he returns (except for the feed me I’m gonna starve attitude). Our apartment is a two story building in an apartment complex with a personal garage underneath our rooms. The garage was nothing to speak of, a simple one car space with little on the walls.
Once my cat was taken care of I set to work. It was Friday afternoon and Greg, my boyfriend, wasn’t expected back till Monday afternoon at the earliest. I had told exactly no one I was attempting this, so I had the apartment at my disposal all weekend.
We had kept the garage very clean, ever since we moved in two and a half years ago. We had painted and sealed the floor last year and it still looked very good despite having our cars drive all over it. There wasn’t much on the walls, because most of Greg’s tools were in a storage cabinet in the corner. We did have a three step ladder hanging from a hook next to the door and that is what I would need first.
Greg had installed a chin up bar in the middle of the garage away from where the garage door lifted up and away from the small set of stairs leading into the house. It was about 10 feet away from everything in the garage and centered in the middle of the ceiling.
Greg could simply jump up and grab onto the bar, it wasn’t that high off the ground, especially for him being 6’-2”. But for me being 5’-6”, I was never able to just jump and grab it. It was at least 4-6 inches away every time I tried.
The only other thing I needed to perform my high-wire act (as I started calling it to myself) was a sandbag to act as counterweight. Being athletic and a cheerleader in high school, I pretty much stayed at around 130 lbs. The sandbag we sometimes used as a doorstop for the back door weighted about 100 lbs. I was betting it, along with the tension on the rope, would keep me off the ground.
I took the end of the rope and triple tied it to the top of the sand bag (only after dragging that large S.O.B. into the garage). Baxter was curious, so he followed me and inspected my progress. The knot was tied very tight, and I was very sure it was not coming loose anytime soon.
The next step was to position the step ladder under the chin-up bar and get the 100 lb bag onto that top step. After a lot of grunting and lifting, I was finally able to lift it from one step to the next all the way up to the third and final step. I had also managed to work up a tremendous sweat in the process.
I slung the rope over the chin up bar and let the remainder come down on the other side. The counter weight was in place. I then lifted off my shirt and started disrobing.
After kicking the remainder of my clothes into one of the corners of the garage, I stepped onto the first step of the ladder, completely naked and still sweating.
I secured the first set of fuzzy handcuffs around my ankles and looped the rope in between my legs. I had practiced some self bondage before in my teenage years, so where I needed the rope to go came naturally to me.
Before I tied up my hands, I made sure the ball gag was in place. I secured it behind my head and felt a little drool slide down my lower lip. A grin then filled my face as I started on my hands.
My goal was to hang feet up, head down, so I needed to sit on the sandbag on the top step and lift my feet into the air. I tied the last bit of the rope onto the other pair of handcuffs and secured both my wrists behind my back. I had the vibrating egg in hand by this point and I proceeded to try it out.
I was soaked so the egg slipped in rather easily. It was made of a hard plastic material but as it sat just inside me I could have sworn it disappeared. Once I hit the on button on the remote, BOOM, yep, it was in there, pressing against every sensitive spot it could find.
I followed my work to make sure I had it all set up correctly. The sandbag, still on the top step of my ladder, had the rope tied onto it on the one end. The rope looped up and over the chin-up bar overhead and came back down in front of me, also on the step ladder. My feet were handcuffed and my hands were handcuffed and both were secured by the rope. The vibrating egg was inserted into my pussy and humming away soundly. If I chose to sit here, on the sandbag, for a couple of moments longer, I would most certainly feel myself orgasm.
Just as I was thinking this, the unthinkable occurred. Baxter, who was scratching at something (probably a bug), leapt 3 feet into the air and bolted for the entry door to the house. The sound and the movement startled me and as a result caused me to shift my weight on the ladder. The sandbag moved with me and as we shifted, the ladder toppled and slid sideways.
I felt the rope jerk and my ankles were thrust into the air and my body started to swing on the rope. The sandbag slammed onto the garage floor and then sat motionless. The remote to the vibrating egg slipped out of my hands and fell toward the floor. The vibrating egg itself hummed away inside me and I clenched my eyes and felt myself convulse with an orgasm.
‘Oh. My. God.’ It was incredible. Despite the biting pain in my ankles and the blood rushing to my head, I was naked, vulnerable, sweating and cumming all at the same time.
Then the thought struck me…I had not planned for the sandbag to fall. I was stuck in this position with no way down. The handcuff keys were in my pants pocket in the corner, the ladder had slid almost to the far wall and…
‘Oh. My. Fucking. God.’ I was cumming again. My ass flexed and my heart pounded as another powerful orgasm erupted inside me. This time I was unable to bite back my sighs and let out a low moan as I shook on the rope.
As I snapped back to reality I realized my ankles were really starting to hurt, but not in an unbearable way. Whatever fuzzy material that was around the cuffs sure worked well to stop it digging into me, or breaking my ankles when I fell off the ladder.
My body swayed still from the tumble off the ladder and I remembered the vibrating egg controller. As I craned my neck around looking at the floor, trying to see where it had …
‘Holy. Fuck. Damnit.’ Another orgasm. This one more powerful than the first two. I don’t know if it was the desperation of the moment or the movement of my body as I tried to find that fucking remote, but it caused my legs to shake and my juices to flow out of me.
I started wildly struggling against my handcuffs in an attempt to get free, but as I struggled I felt my muscles tighten again, preparing for another immense rupture.
I felt my neck slack and I looked down toward the ground. I saw the drool dripping down from the ball gag in my mouth and onto the floor. I also felt my pussy juices running down my stomach, my ass and my back. If I didn’t find that fucking remote soon…
‘Shit. Fuck. Whore.’ Another body shaking orgasm. I couldn’t take much more of this. The most I had ever come at one time (before this) was 3 times, and that was when Greg and I had come home from the bar late one night and ravaged each other.
I searched the ground a second time. My head was about 8 inches off the floor, but I was right at eye level with the top of the sandbag. That’s when I saw it. The remote! On the sandbag! What great fortune, what tremendous…
‘Ahhh! Holy. Fuck.’ A mixture of tears, saliva, sweat and cum ran down various parts of me. My muscles shook and my heart raced. I was crying from the pain of having cum so many times and a little dizzy from the rush of blood to my head.
As I sobbed, I could only think “I have to get to that remote. I have to turn it off somehow”.
I started to swing myself toward the sandbag. Just as I felt my hair brush the sandbag I felt another swell of …
‘MMMMMMMMMM….’ Was the only word/sentence/thought/sound I could come up with. My eyes rolled, my body vibrated and my juices continued to flow. I was still swinging so I continued to try for the remote.
I saw that my head would swing right over the one and only button on the remote. The only choice I had was to press my face into the bag and hope some part of it pressed the button and turned it off.
I clenched my hands, gritted my teeth against the ball gag and at the right time closed my eyes and pressed my head down onto the sandbag.
“RRRRRRMMMMMMMMM.”
“GodDamnHolyFuckingFuckSuckWhoreBitchAssSluuuuuu…..”
I had not turned it off. I had not turned it down or to a different pace.
I had turned it up. It had been on a lower setting this whole time.
Worse still…I had also knocked it on the floor. There would be no way of reaching for it now.
My teeth chattered on the gag. My legs shook. Sweat covered my body. My cum exploded out of me. I trembled, whimpered, gasped for breathe, cried and came some more. This was it.
I was going to die.
As I hung upside down, cumming uncontrollably, and realizing what my fate would be, I heard something. It sounded like a grinding sound, but it was tough to tell over the sound of the vibrating egg and the tears that filled my eyes.
The grinding sound lasted about 15 seconds and I heard a loud bang. I could hear a voice and shuffling of feet. I also noticed cooler air hit my skin and a different hue to the room than had been before.
As the voice came closer, I could pick out it was my mother. She had opened the garage door, seen me hanging naked and rushed to my side. I couldn’t form words, all I could do is cry. I cried from pain, shame, and embarrassment. I couldn’t hear anything she was telling me, but she did somehow undo the rope from the sandbag and release me to the floor.
My last conscious thought in that moment was me pulling out the vibrating egg and flicking it away from me.
As I came to, I was lying on my couch with hot wraps on my ankles and hands. I had been put into a bath-robe and my restraints had all been removed. My mother sat in the adjacent room watching TV, apparently waiting up for me to come back to consciousness.
I then spent a good 30 to 45 minutes talking to my mother. I have never been able to look at my mother in the same way again, and I doubt she will ever look at me the same either. I have never told Greg about it and I hope to god he never finds out.
And I’ll admit this….Though this was my first time using that vibrating egg, it would not be the last time I had used that vibrating egg.

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Champagne, Whip Cream with Side of French Maid

When I got home from work last night my husband had prepared a nice simple meal, complete with my favorite wine. We sat down to eat and relax, he told me to finish my glass of wine and to go and take a nice relaxing bubble bath, then go to our room and get my outfit he had laid out,and put it on, then I could come back to the living room.
I ran the water in the tub as I stripped off my hose, and work suit. I pinned the falling pieces of my hair back up so I did not get them wet. I adjusted the water to be hotter and added bath gel to the water to make big foamy bubbles. I stood looking at myself in the mirror, not a perfect body as I once had but my husband didn’t seem to mind much. Placing my foot in the tub to test the water, it was just the right temperature I sunk down up to my neck in the warm soapy water. I closed my eyes for a few moments and then decided to get to the business at hand. I picked up the razor and soaped up my legs, running the razor over my calves, and my inner thighs, I was careful not to cut myself. I then soaped up both hands and sunk deeper into the tub. I covered my pussy with soap and began to shave the stubble. Placing both legs up on the sides of the tub so I could spread my lips apart I ran the razor along the edge of both lips down to my ass. Both lips were shaved close and up in the little groove above my clit it seemed to be a stubborn spot I could never get smooth enough. I washed my face and body, paying special attention to my pussy, rubbing my fingers over my hard clit, stroking it slowly as I enjoyed the sensation of the water bumping against my pussy. I was getting close to cumming but I decided to wait because I wanted my husband to get it all. I let the water out of the tub and stepped out picking up a big black warm towel; I dried off and pulled out the body lotion. Making sure I covered my legs in the creamy white buttery lotion, working my way up my thighs to my soft smooth pussy lips. I wrapped the towel around me and walked the short distance to our room. In our room he had my little sexy maid outfit waiting for me on the bed. I scooped it up and walked back into the bathroom.
Reaching up I let down my long dark hair and attempted to pull the brush through it. I added a little finishing spray to hold it in place. I pulled my black eyeliner out of my bag and ran it around my eyes for a sexier dramatic look for my husband. I stepped into my maid outfit, complete with the disconnected little white sleeves pulled up around my upper arms. I tied the chocker around my neck and the top of the maid outfit over my large breast, trying to tuck them in somewhat. I looked in the mirror, not too bad for a middle aged chick I thought. I flipped the switch off, and walked into the living room. Actually I peeked around the doorway where my husband sat on the sofa. He looked up, raised his eyebrow and said hummm, he motioned for me to come to him with his index finger. I shook my head now and he gave me the stern look. I walked into the room, and sat on the sofa beside him. He reached for my legs and put them on his lap; he began to massage my feet, and told me that I looked very sexy. I asked him to take me to the bedroom. He told me go get on the bed lie down, face down and close my eyes and I was not to open them.
Being deprived of vision will make a person wary of their surroundings, even with someone they trust. He tied the blindfold tightly around my eyes; I couldn’t see anything but blackness. Squeezing my eyes tightly I tried to find just a hint of light, there was none. He forced me over on my stomach pulling my hands behind my back he wound some type of fabric around first my right wrist then my left tying them tightly together. I tried to move my fingers; I felt the sting of a leather whip across my hands. I was instructed to stop moving. I obliged, his hot mouth was on my legs, and I felt his tongue run up the backs of my knees. He lifted my little skirt that covered my bare ass; I felt his hand kneading my ass cheek first gently then rougher with each kiss on my thigh. With a sudden swiftness the whip cracked and made contact with my bare ass. I whimpered, and was greeted with yet another swift crack of the whip. I knew that I had to be quiet or suffer. He cracked the whip, smacking my feet first the right then the left then at the same time, he smacked my legs, my ass, and my back. He flipped me over, he began to hit the fronts of my thighs with the whip, I moaned and complained he pulled my tits out of the low cut maid outfit, and began to smack my tits with the whip, hitting harder and hard each time. Pulling my up maid outfit he smacked my stomach with the whip as well. He told me to spread my legs. I said no instinctively, he told me to spread them now, I did as he said and he began to smack my inner thighs with the whip the stinging of the whip was becoming intense. Turning me back over he made me spread my legs again as he held my ass cheeks apart and hit my asshole with the whip. I yelled out so he did it again and again I tried to roll away, he held me in place as he continued to smack me with the whip.
He moved me to the edge of the bed down to the floor, with my feet I could feel a pillow and he told me to get down. I knelt on the pillow, he had me turn around, and when I did he moved the pillow and had me scoot back. Under me were blankets and helped me to get down on the pillow behind my head. Lying down, he spread my legs he began to rub my pussy with his thumb and his finger. He stroked my clit with softly, I moaned and he had the whip in his hand again, with my pussy spread he smacked my clit with the whip, I squealed. I felt him insert something into my cunt, I heard a strange noise, and my pussy was full, I realized it was whip cream. He was filling my little pussy full of whip cream. He began to rub it into my cunt. He rubbed my clit and fucked me with two and three fingers as he was covering me with the creamy white dessert. He pulled the can up and squirted it on my right tit then my left tit. I felt his mouth on my pussy as he licked the whip dessert out of me. I then began to fuck me with his hand again, I then felt a hard dildo inserted into my cunt he began to fuck me, he wanted me to squirt and I wasn’t going to give it to him. I began to quiver and I came. He pushed something cold into my pussy; he began to move it faster and harder as well as deeper into my open wide little hole. Champagne foamed and spewed deep inside my cunt. He had a small bottle of champagne that we had in the fridge and he was fucking me with it. My pussy was full of the entire small bottle; he poured the rest all over my tits, and kissed me on the mouth I told him it was running out of my pussy. He went down between my legs and I felt his tongue lapping at the champagne that ran from my red hot pussy hole.
He reached up behind my head I could feel his hands in my hair, as I was still blindfolded and he untied my top he pulled it down to my waist and exposed my soft big tits rather than having them just pulled out of the top of my maid outfit. He got up and walked around behind me and then was back. I had no idea what he was doing, I felt something wet and gel like being placed on my tits. I knew then he had the tens unit and I typically use for a foot injury. He was placing one on each tit, one around my nipple the other higher up. I felt him fiddling with the wires and I knew he was hooking me up. I begged him not to hook me to it. He just said to shut up and continued with his task. He leaned in and kissed me, and then moved back between my legs. When I felt the first jolt run through my big hard tits. I screamed as he turned it up and down. My nipples drew upwards when he hit the electricity. I started to breathe heavy and fast, he left the unit on squeezing my tits as he went back to my cunt. He began to finger fuck my little pussy again I knew I was going to cum soon. When he stopped, I felt the cold gel like pads being placed again. He put one on the right little slick pussy lip then one on the left. He reached down between my legs further and pulled my ass apart, he placed one on each side of ass. I begged him please not to do this. He stopped the unit on my titties. And messed with the wires, I knew that I was going to get a serious jolt on my pussy. Just when I could settle a second the jolt hit my pussy lips on the right side, and my right tit, I screamed yet again, when he pulled the whip out and began to smack me as I knew I was a wet mess. He turned the tens unit up and then down making me squirm. He stopped it again, moving the wires he hooked up both sides of my slick wet mound. He never eased me into this one, he turned it up causing me to jerk almost upright as my back arched. I moaned loudly when he smacked my face so I would shut up. I got quiet and tried to breathe through the torture. After a few minutes he moved the pads to the inside of my thighs. I begged him not to it was the most tender part of my legs. He hit them and I screamed in pain. It was on high and this was the hardest part of trying to keep it together because the pain was intense in my thighs, my ass and my pussy.
After he tired of shocking my pussy. He removed all the pads and the unit. He then put my legs up on his shoulders, after taking the blindfold off, I saw that he was going to fuck me till I squirted. He pulled the dildo out of my pussy and pushed it back in, slowly and with long strokes. I could feel myself nearing squirting. It was hard to describe how I knew I was going to squirt, but there was a part deep inside the upper wall of my pussy that felt better than I could ever stand. He hit with the big hard dildo. I felt it getting bigger and hotter and I knew I was going to explode soon. He took the dildo out and began to finger fuck me yet again. As he pulled out I still had my legs on his shoulders I came, I squirted my hot wet pussy juice on his chest and his cock. I quivered and moaned loudly as the orgasm racked through my body. He then went back to his work and continued to fuck my pussy again. It was tight from all the champagne he fucked me with two fingers sliding them between my inner pussy lips. He shoved them into me all the way up to his hand. I was closing in on another orgasm, when he pulled his fingers out, I squirted him again. He moved his hand down to my tight little asshole, he gave me no warning, and he shoved his fingers into my tight asshole as I begged him to be gentle. I could feel both fingers pulling my asshole apart as he fucked me.
He moved back between my legs I felt him hold my pussy lips out, and felt the pain of the clothes pins. He clipped first one on my lip then another on the other side where he could pull them and spread my lips apart. He added two more, then pulled those lips out again and he pinched up my hard little pink clit between his fingers and clipped me there even through my begging and crying for him not to. He spit on my cunt and began to pull with one hand on the clothes pins, his fingers massaged my clit that was exposed under the clothes pin, I begged him to stop the pain in my clit was almost unbearable. I felt myself nearing orgasm as he relentlessly massaged my scorching cunt, I came yet again.
He grabbed my hair and made me get up; he pulled my hair pulling me into the bathroom. I begged him to stop being so rough, he smacked me on the ass three or four times so I would shut up. He spun me around and untied my hands I looked at my wrist that were red from being tied tightly. He started the water in the bathtub, the shower was on, he made me get into the shower, and he quickly followed. We stood under the hot water as he kissed me and whispered that I was good. Then he looked at me and told me to get on my knees. I squatted down then just sat down in the bottom of the tub as the water hit me in the top of the head. He moved his big cock closer to my face, he began to piss on my chest, moving his cock with his hand he pissed on my tits, then my face, I tried to keep my mouth shut but I had to take a breath. I got a big mouthful of his piss and tried to spit it out. He continued to piss on my face and chest. It was making me hot, I wanted badly to tickle my clit as he pissed on me but I wasn’t able to at that time. I sucked his cock when he finished pissing, he moaned, telling me that my thick hot lips felt well wrapped around his hard throbbing dick. After showering and ensuring all of my cum, the whipped cream, and champagne were gone, we stepped out of the shower and towel dried. We walked back into our room and surveyed our mess, after cleaning up I snuggled next to him in the bed. He kissed me on the forehead as I rested my face on his chest; I placed my hand on his cock, and fell soundly asleep.
I was awakened a few hours later with his hard cock against my thigh. Before I was fully awake he was on top of me spreading my legs apart shoving his cock into my pussy. I moaned because I wasn’t ready for him and my puss was quite tight. He began to fuck me hard, as I tried to move around so the pain just under my little pussy hole and above my asshole felt like it was tearing as he fucked me harder and harder. He asked me if he bought me a nice big dog would I fuck it for him. I had when I was younger gotten much pleasure from my dog. I liked to suck him hard, jack him off, and let him fuck me until I was knotted in the ass and my pussy. My hubby was turned on by the idea of his wife being fucked by the family dog. He continued to fuck me harder as I described sucking my dog’s dick when I was 14 years old; his breathing became more rapid as he neared an orgasm. I couldn’t wait for him I came, my thighs tensing and my pussy convulsed around his hard long cock. He stopped and then asked me if I wanted it, I told him I did as his cock began to throb as it spit out it’s juice deep inside me. He lay on top of me breathing heavy as he squeezed me tightly. Rolling off he told me I was absolutely the best fuck he had ever had, as we was he.

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Anal Plug at My Command

This is actuall a continuation of a previous love making session in which my wife was to follow all of my commands as I used her body for my sexual enjoyment….

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Lady in Blue

I have to apologize for the typo’s and no spacing. My stories are gone over and spaced and paragraphs appropriately done, however, when you post to this site, it screws with the formating, and add’s characters where you have apostrophe’s etc… so ….it’s not my writing!
When the event finally ended I went to my hotel room, slid the key in the door, and much to my surprise I found Leslie, sitting on the bed. I thought about it, and I wasn’t sure how she had snuck out of the computer event without me noticing she wasn’t there. She sat on my bed in a baby blue corset pulled tightly snuggling around her little perky tits. The tops of her breast spilled over the top of the corset. On her very sexy long legs was a pair of thigh highs, which fastened with garter belts to her corset. She wore spiked white heels and sat on my bed swinging her legs that were crossed at the knee. I walked over to her and she smiled. I knew that smile, she had some type of plans for me tonight, and my interested was perked. She led me by the hand into the bathroom; the bathroom had a huge sunken garden tub. She had at least 25 candles around the tub, and bubbles mounded up spilling onto the marble floor. Soft music played in the bathroom. She smiled at me, and walked back out of the room leaving me to a bubble bath.
I stripped off my business suit, pinned up my hair and had just sunk up to my neck into the bubbles, when I heard the door open. I opened my eyes that I had just closed to unwind, and in walked my beautiful lady in blue. She walked in carrying to glass of wine she sat mine down on the tub and never said a word. I got the same toothy smile, and she walked back out. I soaked in the tub until my little toes were pruned up and my fingers as well. I pulled the plug on the tub and stepped out wrapping a towel around me body. I went to the sink and looked at myself in the mirror; I let my hair down, and wondered what I was going to slip on. I certainly hadn’t brought anything sexy to wear for a nerdy computer conference. I let my long hair down and brushed it out. I left my towel in place, put on lotion and walked to the bedroom.
Laying on the bed in all her fabulous baby blue lay this woman who made me wet just to look at her. I ached to just touch her. I walked to the bed, “stop,” she said. I did as she said stopping at the end of the bed. “Drop the towel baby,” she whispered. I didn’t hesitate, I had a good body, 5’5, 125 pounds nothing to be ashamed of, and I had no kids and was pretty athletic even still. I dropped the towel and stood naked before the Goddess that I was lucky enough to fuck again tonight. She motioned for me to sit on the bottom of the bed. I sat and crossed my legs, she wagged her finger at me…”don’t cross those legs missy,” she said. I uncrossed them. “I want you to sit with your legs up spread apart and bent up at the knees. I did as she said I spread my legs and bent them. I could feel the lips of my pussy open up slightly, and I felt the cool air in the room rush across my hard little clit.
She reached between my legs after lying down on the bed on her flat little stomach. The outfit she had on, had a little thong like apparatus attached to which rode up her ass just a little, but what I noticed was she had a nice little butt plug shoved into her asshole. I got wet when I realized it, it was inevitable, and I knew I was going to get excited quickly because she was so damn sexy. She moved closer between my legs. I felt her fingers brush against the hair around my pussy, she ran her fingers through it, and then slowly she traced a finger down my lips, on each side she ran her fingers. The she moved inside ever so slightly, I was not allowed to moves, I stayed very still, as I felt her fingers move into my inner lips and run just around my wet dripping tight pussy hole. Her fingers moved slowly around the outside dipping just to the first knuckle and back out. What I wanted was her to ram her entire hand into my pussy and fuck me so hard that I couldn’t stand it anymore. But she sure wasn’t going to do that. She was going to torture me, so that I came over and over tonight. She moved a finger onto my clit, her other hand rested just above it parting my lips. He smooth soft fingers wiggled, and pulled at my clit, and squeezed occasionally, until I could feel the little thing getting plump, when I felt her breath on my cunt. Her lips wrapped around my wet hard little clit and began to suck. She held my clit just between her teeth as her tongue flicked it. I pulled in a sharp deep breath and let out a moan, as I she sucked and bit at my clitoris. I came, I didn’t ask permission, and I did nothing but trembled, and shook and put my hands on her head to ram it into my hot dripping mound.
She pulled her face out of my pussy and smiled at me, I had enough, so I flipped her over, and moved down to kiss her pussy drenched face. I could taste my sweet juice on her lips and taste it on her tongue. I pulled at the restraints of her sexy nightie, I couldn’t stand it, and I needed her tits in my mouth. I pulled one free, and began to suck her pink little ripe nipples. She shuddered as I bit and pulled at her had nipple. I could feel it shrinking and getting harder with each bite. She moaned, and said fuck my pussy baby. I kissed her mouth once more, and then her neck and her tits, undressing her as I went until I reached between her legs. I pulled the nightie off over her long legs, and flipped off her heels. I left her thigh highs on her legs they were so smooth and sexy. She spread her legs far apart, her pussy lips were small and plump and as she pulled her legs apart her clit and inner lips were exposed. I loved the way she looked; she had a sweet little pussy that glistened with all her wetness. I pulled at her outer lips and I ran my tongue over her clit, she came, it shot out of her pussy in a creamy white thick stream. Sticking my tongue into her cunt, I lapped at it until she was all cleaned up and ready again. She moaned loudly as I stuck my fingers into her. I started with one, and she begged for more, I gave her another, one and then yet a third, she wanted me to fuck her hard; she banged her pussy into my hand. Finally, I obliged her and began to bang her little box with strength that rocked her on the bed. She came all over my hand. I pulled out, and got up off the bed.
She raised herself up on one elbow while she caught her breath. I went over to the sink in the hotel room, and got into the ice bucket. I took the plastic cup and filled it full of ice. Walking back to the bed, she laid herself back down. I took the first cube of ice, and ran it over her hardening nipples, they shriveled up and became very hard, I knew they were hurting it was then I took one in my mouth and bit it. She screamed loudly as she pulled my hair shoving my head down to suck her entire tit. I shoved as much in mouth as I could. When she had stopped the orgasm I started on the other tit, same thing, ice, making the titty hard as a rock and then biting down on her cold hard nipple. She screamed again and her thighs shook. The ice and I moved down between her legs, I took a piece and held it in my hand to melt it, so I could drip the freezing water on her clit. She moaned, I took another piece and shoved it straight into her tight little brown puckered ass hole. She moaned loudly again, so I took another piece and shoved it into her asshole. Water from the first piece had started to drip from her tight ass. She breathed in sharply, as I shoved two more pieces of ice into her cunt and began to lick at her clit. Her pussy came on my tongue, water shot from her tight little asshole all over the bed, she moaned loudly and grabbed at her tits as the orgasm racked through her body. I lay down beside her and watched her as she started to calm down, her breathing quieted down.
She turned to face me on the bed, her hand went to my face and she touched my lips, she leaned in and kissed me running her wet tongue across my bottom lip as she bit at it playfully. She was happily satisfied, because she lay her face across my big tits, and fell asleep in my arms for a few hours before she woke again, to fuck me once more. The ice though became fair game for use on me the next round. She was a vision in blue that night as she fucked me with a wine bottle that we had delivered to the room. She promptly ordered it and the moment the waiter was out the door, she poured into the sink, and walked over and put the bottle first in my pussy then in my ass. I came hard and a lot, as she licked the wine droplets off my cunt, and out of my asshole. We had a few more nights to enjoy one another before the computer conference was over, and those are other stories, for another time.

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