The Dom you Want Pt. 02

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Tea can be so evil

I didn’t own her yet, but she had surrendered herself enough that I felt entitled to enjoy her as I wished. What I wished was to take her deep in the night. My plan was to have her vaginally if she was sleeping on her back and anally if she was on her tummy. I think it would have been delicious and there was no doubt in my mind that she would have opened her body to my pleasure. Naturally Morpheus decided to show his sense of humor and I slept through the night.

When I finally woke, she was in bed beside me fiddling with her phone. I gave a yawn that would have put a grin on a grizzly bear then pulled her close and kissed her and kissed her then really kissed her. She melted up against me and made for a lovely blanket as I snoozed for a few more minutes. When I woke the second time, I asked what she had been doing on her phone. My eyes were still closed but I could hear the blush in her voice as she said “I was telling my roommate what an amazing lover you are. I hope that’s okay Sir.”

I smiled and forced my left eye open, what it found was nice enough to make the right one want to join it, “You aren’t allowed to lie or use coarse language but other than that you may speak to your friends as you wish.”

Her beautiful smile ended any possibility of retaining her virtue but before I could do anything about that she asked, “Are there any other rules I should know Sir?”

At that point only about ten percent of my synapses were firing and none of them cared about that, so I answered, “Probably, but right now I want to enjoy your mouth.”

She kept her body pressed against mine as she slid down to a position between my legs. That was a new one and just damn delicious. She then pulled the light summer blanket over her shoulders and my legs and moved a stray bit of sheet over my chest. I stroked her hair and said, “Well done Slave.” which got me another of those bright smiles. An hour later I realized that I probably shouldn’t have addressed her that way yet. At the time I couldn’t have cared less, literally, I couldn’t have cared any less. I was flaccid when she took me in her mouth, that lasted for about a millisecond then the few synapses that had been working turned off and for a nice long time I just enjoyed the pleasure she was giving me.

Somewhere around the middle of page two on my list of reasons why I love being a Dom is an entry about how oral sex works with a submissive woman. When a vanilla woman does that for you there’s an instinctive desire to help, you move, you exaggerate sounds so she knows what you like, and above all you try to hasten the process so that you finish before she gets tired of doing it. With a submissive woman you know that giving you pleasure is pleasurable to her. That means that there is no incentive to hurry or reason to help. You can simply enjoy her and let her enjoy being her for as long as it happens to take. I have no idea how long it took, somewhere between five minutes and eternity as best I could tell but eventually, I began to near. I would certainly have enjoyed moistening her throat, but I was in a greedy mood, so I reached down and gently lifted her chin. She looked distressed for a moment, probably thinking that she had done something wrong. That changed to a very pleased look when I said, “On your back, legs spread wide.” in a voice that made it clear that dawdling wasn’t an option.

I gave her a third of a second to get comfortable before I lay on top of her and a tenth of a second to prepare to have me inside her. On page one of that list of reasons why I love being a Dom, fairly near the top, is the fact that you get to have a woman like this. She was a bit wet but not wet enough and extra tight from having been taken hard last night. That meant that my rough entry was at least a little painful. I’m not sure which of us enjoyed that more, I suspect that she was a close second. I went slow for a few seconds giving her time to lubricate then began taking her exactly as I wanted to. I escort bursa was close when I began, and she got close quickly which added so much pleasure to ordering, “Remain perfectly silent and do not cum.” Both were just enough of a struggle to let her be proud of her obedience, neither lasted too long. As I spilled inside her I whispered, “You may speak.”

She wrapped her arms around me and squeezed with a strength that I found surprising as she said, “Thank you Sir.”

A woman would understand why she genuinely enjoyed the way I took my pleasure from her without even considering reciprocation, a man probably wouldn’t. The best explanation I can come up with is to suggest that they picture whatever beautiful actress they have a crush on and imagine being offered sex with them but only on the condition that you not have an orgasm. I think most of us would say yes and be damn glad we got the chance. She got to feel beautiful and desired and submissive and proud of her ability to please, any of which meant more to her than a single orgasm.

I stayed on her and in her for a nice long while. That was luxurious, bodies don’t always fit together well enough for that to be comfortable. When I finally decided to move, I went to the t-shirt drawer and reached under the stack to pull out a plain white crew neck. A few weeks ago, I had accidentally dried that one on super high which shrank it way too much to fit me. I handed it to her, and she sat up on the edge of the bed to put it on. It was way too small for her too which looked delicious and made me wonder if I should wet it down. I put on a t-shirt myself then went into the sock drawer and grabbed the smallest pair of white socks that I could find. When I turned around and lifted her feet from the floor to over her head, suddenly laying her on her back, she let out a squeak that was so cute it would have made me decorate the drawers I wasn’t wearing if I hadn’t enjoyed her so recently. She smiled and giggled as I kissed each foot then put a sock on it.

I helped her stand then asked, “Bacon and eggs, waffles, pancakes or an omelet?”

I knew what her answer would be and enjoyed hearing it, “Which ever you would like Sir.”

I patted the edge of the bed and asked her to get on her knees there just like she had last night. She looked a little dubious but my calm and cheerful voice kept it from being too scary. Once she was in position, I grabbed the tube of lube from the nightstand and greased my index finger then put it gently but fully inside her ass. Using my “loving teacher voice” as I moved my finger in gentle circles inside of her I said, “When I ask you a question like that, it’s because I want the answer.”

“Yes Sir. Waffles Sir.” Her normal voice is sexy but my intruding finger changed it to the point where it made Viagra look like baby aspirin.

“While we are at it, I want you to ask permission before you leave my sight or put clothing on.”

I could hear the smile in her voice as she said, “Yes Sir.”

A vanilla person would have found that rude, maybe even abusive. To us along with the words I said out loud I had also said, “You are worth the trouble of teaching, adorable enough to teach the fun way and liked enough to be intimate and jovial with.” She was a happy girl as I removed my finger, kissed her square on the pussy and led her to a chair in my kitchen.

I grabbed three snap clips from the little box on the dresser with my clean hand as we passed. Once she was settled in her chair, I washed my hands very thoroughly (e-coli is no joke!) then went to her. She was still wearing the restraints I had put on her wrists and ankles the night before. I kissed her softly then attached her wrists together. I kissed her softly again then attached each of her ankles to the closest leg of her chair which held her legs slightly parted but didn’t restrain her enough to be uncomfortable.

I wanted bacon so I put half a rasher on the stove then got my waffle iron out of the cabinet. bursa otele gelen escort As I puttered, we visited just like any other couple would except that I stopped and kissed her every few minutes. Once I had the bacon going and the waffle iron heating, I put a kettle on the stove and got my teapot out. The cheapest self-indulgence I know of is good tea. When we were first emailing, she had said that she liked tea, regular tea like Lipton, not flavored or fruity teas. I made a pot of an obscure Chinese black tea called Pur. That’s a tea that grows wild in a sub-tropical part of China and is aged in bricks for twenty years or more before it’s put on the market. Going from a grocery store tea to something like that is like going from a fast food hamburger to a prime cut rib eye. Everything got ready at about the same time, so her wrists were released, and she was served a big mug of slightly over sweetened tea with real cream, a homemade waffle, four strips of crisp bacon and a miniature pitcher filled with heated maple syrup. As we ate, she was very appreciative of how good everything was, but she was truly shocked at how good the tea was. I explained what it was and how the aging process took all the acidity and most of the caffeine out and added so many antioxidants that it often made peoples lips tingle. She looked dubious about that claim then told me that her lips were tingling as she neared the bottom of the cup. I poured her a refill and when we were finished eating, we sat and talked for a nice long while as we both drank our second cup.

She really wanted to do the dishes for me, so I undid the clips and let her. Another of those little pleasures of a submissive woman is that you can not only blatantly stare at her ass, you can walk over and grab it and affectionately fondle her whenever you feel like it. I felt like it a lot, so it took longer than necessary to get the kitchen straight, but it was time very well spent. When everything, with the possible exception of my penis, was in its proper place, she asked permission to leave my sight and use the restroom. I told her, “Not just yet.” then had her stay in the kitchen as I went to the guest bathroom.

If she had been a casual playmate, I would have sent her to the guest bathroom to shower or gone there with her to share a shower. My bathroom is much smaller, far less nice and a very private space for me. She was the first woman I have wanted to share it with in a long time, so I went into the guest bathroom and grabbed the super gentle soap made for a woman’s private parts, shaving cream, a fancy lady’s razor and coconut butter liquid soap. Once I had removed her restraints, t-shirt and socks I led her to my shower and enjoyed playing with her nipples while the water warmed. Once we were in the shower, I had her face away from me and put her hands on the towel bar. She all but purred as I soaped her from neck to ankles then she did purr when I got the soft shower brush off its hook and scrubbed her back. I turned her around without rinsing her off and began soaping her front. I lingered over her breasts but skipped her groin for the moment and soaped her all the way down to the bottoms of her feet and up to the tips of her fingers before I pulled the shower head from it’s holder and began rinsing her. Once all the soap was washed away, I asked her to cross her hands behind her then casually ordered her to empty her bladder. Her eyebrows shot up and she asked, “Seriously Sir?” When I nodded, she asked, “May I ask why Sir?” I told her that she was always allowed to ask questions though sometimes she might not get an answer then explained that she wasn’t going to be allowed any dignity or privacy with me and that this was the first step in taking both of those away.

The look of terror on her face as she tried to get her bladder to cooperate almost earned her a watery ravishing but finally her flow began. She tried to hide her face, but I didn’t allow it, both because I bursa sınırsız escort wanted to lap up her embarrassment and because I wanted her to see the approval on my face. When she was done, she breathed a sigh of relief then felt a gentle hand covered in gentle soap washing her intimately. I washed her carefully but quickly, even gentle soap doesn’t need to linger there, then I caressed her softly as I told her that I was proud of her being able to obey such a difficult order. I’m not sure that she had ever been appreciated the way I appreciated her before. I’m very sure that she liked it and melted into my arms then kissed me with unmistakable giving. When the kiss was over, I ordered her to shave and began soaping my own body as she did. Somehow, she managed to shave both legs and the golden triangle faster than I can shave my face and was done well before I rinsed my hair. Men complain about how long it takes women to get ready to go out. If they ever actually watched the process they would be shocked at how fast and efficient they are at a hundred different skills that we never have to learn.

After I toweled her off and wrapped a dry towel around her, we left the bathroom and I told her, “We are going out, I want simple hair and the least makeup that you can face the world with. You have 30 minutes. You may use the guest bathroom and you may close the door for as much as ten minutes.”

She smiled brightly at the fact that I was going to take her somewhere then said, “I have some laundry in the car Sir, if you tell me where we are going, I can dress appropriately.”

I smiled back then patted the edge of the bed saying, “You know the position.” This time she looked more curious than worried as she removed the towel and got back to being on her knees and elbows with her lovely rump hanging off the edge of my bed.

This time when I lubricated my finger, I also put a good-sized drop on my thumb. Once my finger was all the way inside her ass again, I said, “You don’t just happen to have some laundry in your car. You packed a bag with spare clothes and toiletries in case you spent the night, didn’t you?”

She moaned then said, “Yes Sir. You are right.”

I moved my finger a little more vigorously inside her and said, “That was a perfectly reasonable thing to do and you are not allowed to be embarrassed about things that you should be proud of here, or to give me a deceptive impression about things you have done.”

“Yes, Sir. I will try to remember that.” Her voice and the perfect view of her ass were really making me want to replace my finger with something a bit larger, but the male body does have limits.

I stopped moving my finger but left it in place as I pressed my thumb to her clit and began moving it in slow circles. That elicited a delicious “Oh God” as her body responded. She was ready to come in a matter of seconds, I gave her permission and pushed her over the edge, enjoying the sights and sounds my ministrations were causing. When she had caught her breath she asked, “How do you do that Sir? You give me powerful orgasms as casually as flipping a light switch.”

My accent is southern, but I cranked it up to full hillbilly as I said, “You had another of them organism thangs didn’t ya Girl?”

She smiled appreciating the humor before asking, “Am I not allowed to know Sir?”

I removed my hand and gave her a playful swat on the rump, “I’ll tell you but it’s too simple for you to believe. You trust me.”

That put a thoughtful look on her face, but she didn’t pursue it, “May I ask a few more questions Sir?” Just for the fun of it I slid my finger back into her ass as I said, “of course.”

“I really would like to know where we are going Sir.”

“There’s a cool flea market and antique dealer type thing near here. I thought it would be fun to see with you.”

She smiled and said, “I think you are right.” Then continued, “That thing with the two huge cups of tea and then the shower, you planned it to work that way didn’t you Sir?”

“Yes, I did, did you like it?”

“In a way, yes I did Sir, and the fact that you thought ahead to make it work is very sexy.”

“Anything else?”

“Not at the moment Sir, but I’m impressed that you can make even a cup of tea into something deliciously evil.”

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Jack’s Surprise

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Jack and Jill were made for each other, Jack loved to play with Jill, and he couldn’t keep his hands off her. If he wasn’t feeling up her firm tits, he was fingering her bare pussy and she loved making his manhood grow and erupt. She was very proud that she still had her figure from high school even if it had been many years ago. Long blonde hair, blue eyes and not overly large tits but very firm, firm enough she could still get by without wearing a bra.

Some nights they would roll play and he loved how good she was at it. She got so excited doing it that sometimes that it was hard for him not to believe the story she was telling.

One night they decided to stay in and see if they could find a movie to watch. There wasn’t anything good on so they just sat back and watched an old rerun. Halfway thru she said “this movie is boring! I’m going to go and take a bath. See you in a while.” Giving him a kiss she left to go to the bedroom.

He sat and watched the movie but after a while he heard a noise from the bedroom. Getting up off the couch he made his way down the long hallway. There was a dim light showing through their bedroom door that was open just a crack. He crept forward trying not to make a noise. As he got to the door he was able to see what was making the noise.

Their bed was a platform bed with padded sides. She was on her side of the bed facing away from the door. In the dim light he could see that she was naked from her recent bath. He could see her perfectly round ass checks bouncing on the side of the bed. Buried between her wet thighs he could see that she was riding one of her large dildos. As she rose up he could see the dildo was soaking wet with her joy.

Just when he thought she was going to pop the head all the way out she would slam down as hard as she could burying it deep inside of her. She was so wet and wide open that he could see the molded balls spread her pussy lips and disappear. When she had it buried like that she just bore down on it and rocked back and forth forcing the balls deeper into her pussy making her orgasm over and over again. She was softly moaning with each thrust trying to keep quiet.

He backed out of the hall not wanting to disturb her, wondering if she would have a good story for him. He couldn’t keep his mind on the TV so he opened some magazines and thumb thru the pages. Time seemed too crawled by or was he just getting too impatient because it seemed like hours and he hadn’t heard anything from her.

There was a hall with a knee wall dividing the family room from the formal living room. The front door was at the end of that hall. That’s when he heard high heels walking down the hall to the front door. She opened and then closed the door. Turned and stepped into the family room, stopping to reach down and started to take off her heels.

He could see that she had on a see thru blouse that she wore sometimes with a bra under and blazer over. But she didn’t have any of that on this time. She had on a tight short skirt with a zipper on one side that was unzipped half way, showing some pleavage. She had long thin legs and her stiletto high heels accented them. As she bent over to unfasten the strap on her heels he could see that she didn’t have her panties on.

That’s when he coughed. She jumped and in a surprised voice said “oh shit, I though you went to bed! You don’t usually wait up when I go https://sokkan.org out with the girls.”

He got it now she was playing. “Well tonight I thought I would.” As she danced around nervously he got up and walked over to her looking her up and down. He thought in his head, damn she’s hot. But he acted mad “where’s your bra, I know you had it on when you left?” Reaching out he pinched her nipple, “you just let anybody see these?” He noticed that she had a lot of makeup on and it was smeared and messed up.

She acted nervous and jumped back as she said “well you see Gloria and I were kind of playing around and you see she flashed this group of guys and said I was chicken if I didn’t so you know I kind of flashed them.”

“You kind of flashed them or you flashed them, what has that got to do with where your bra is?” He reached down and flipped the edge of her skirt “and where are your panties, don’t tell me you flashed a bunch of guys and didn’t have your pussy covered?”

She grabbed his arm and pulled him to the couch and said “come sit down and I’ll tell you the whole story.”

When he was sitting she started to pace back and forth in front of him. The only thing he could do is watch her beautiful breast bounce with every step. He knew she was doing that to distract him. When she turned he notice something was running down the inside of her thighs.

“You see we were going to the club and passed this group of guys, they said that they were having a bachelor party next to the club. They asked if we were the strippers they had called for their party. Kind of cool right, they thought that a couple of old broads were their stripers. Made us feel great, excited, and when they gave us all of that money and then they asked if we were prostitutes. I said no way but you know Gloria she’ll do anything for a buck.”

“And I couldn’t believe it but Gloria said why not and started to undress for them, she couldn’t dance but they loved her. She kept telling me I was chicken if I didn’t at least flash them. So you know what I did!” With that she unbuttoned her blouse and threw it on to the couch exposing her beautiful full breast the rest of the way.

“I didn’t see any harm” she said as she shook her tits just like a striper would. Than she cupped and caressed her tits ending with pinching both nipples making them grow to nice hard erasers, looking him in the eye and saying “don’t you think their pretty?” At this point she had them right in his face daring him to do something with them. But she wouldn’t let him and jerked back.

“So let me get this straight those guys paid you and Gloria to strip for them and you didn’t think it would go wrong when they paid you thinking the two of you were hookers?”

In a trance she said “Someone I don’t know who brought out some drinks, and the music was pounding, so Gloria and I drank and danced. It was pulsating, making my hips move” her hips moved to imaginary music. “It was so intoxicating, the drinks the music the guys dancing close, rubbing against me. Their hands roaming all over me, rubbing their hard cocks against my ass. Gloria was on the other side and she had already striped naked. So as I danced I thought what the hell I’ve got my panties on, thong panties but they covered most of my pussy. So my skirt came off and I dance seductively with them.”

She stopped dancing and got a serious bursa eskort look on her face. “My dancing must have been really good because before I knew it I was being felt up by the guys that had been dancing with me. I let them because I was so hot. I was so hot that when someone pushed my thong to the side and slipped his fingers into my pussy I just opened up and let him. I guess that is where I went wrong.”

She lowered her head and covered her breast with her arms. “I’m so ashamed of what happened next, because I could have stopped it but I was so hot that I couldn’t and Gloria was already doing it.”

“Wait what was Gloria doing?”

Her hips started to sway again and her arms dropped and swayed with her as she said “my pussy was being played with while another guy grabbed me from behind, cupping my tits. He started to kiss me deeply, his tongue probing my mouth. Then he and the guy that was playing with my pussy laid me back on a table without even missing a beat.

That’s when things got hotter the guy that was fingering me got down, pulled my panties off and started to lick my pussy. His tongue was long and he knew how to make a girl cum, oh and did I cum. His face was covered in my pussy juice. You know that guy that was kissing me, well before I knew it he replace his tongue with his dick.”

She continued “I just sucked on it because I thought that’s what I should do you know. While I was busy sucking his cock and my pussy was pulsating with the pussy licker. Remember the guy I was sucking well he started fucking my throat. He made me gag but he didn’t last very long, before I knew it he was filling my mouth with his cum. While that was going on the guy that was licking my pussy lifted my legs and slipped his dick into my wet pussy. He was fucking me right in front of his buddies.”

“I’m sorry but I was enjoying it to much to stop and then, there was this one guy. His dick was so big it hurt at first, but he took it slow and I took it all. You would have been proud watching me take that huge thing. After him all of the other were small and didn’t hurt, their cum kind of put out the fire and oh my there was so much cum.” she said as she unzipped her skirt and let it fall opening her legs pushing her pussy out for his inspection.

“I was gang banged and I couldn’t stop cuming. See!” Holding her shaved pussy for him to see that it was used, she kept it shaved but her lips were red and very swollen and she was dripping with something, it was leaking and running down her legs. He knew it wasn’t cum but it sure looked like it. She stood there with her used pussy open naked and she even let a fake tear run down her cheek. “I lost count of how many cocks came in my pussy.”

He didn’t know what she wanted him to do but he kept playing along “so you’re telling me your pussy is used and full of cum! How many cocks did you fuck? So I guess now you want me to fuck you too.”

Her face lit up with joy and she jumped into his arms kissing him passionately. He could have sworn that he tasted salt in her kiss. She ripped his shirt off and pressed her tits into him as hard as she could.

Pulling her mouth away she whispered in his ear “if you forgive me I have a special treat for you.”

“You are forgiven my love you are always forgiven.”

With that she pushed him back to the couch and pulled his pants off. Exposing orhangazi escort his dick that she instantly took hungrily in her mouth, swallowing it with ease taking it deeper and deeper until she was gagging but that didn’t stop her. She only stopped when he stopped her and said “if you don’t stop I won’t last long either.”

With a grin on her face she pulled her head back and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and said “you taste so much better than any of them.” Before she could climb on his hard shaft he put his hand out and put his middle finger in her sloppy pussy. “So how was Mr. Monster cock, are you ready to run to him and let him spread you again?” As he wiggled his finger in her he asked “is this my treat?”

“He was aright, the only thing he had going for him was size. He didn’t know how to move. You know not a bad one night stand but not boyfriend material. Besides he almost felt like dead meat, you know kind of fake” she said with a wicked grin on her face.

With that she climbed onto his lap and reached down to guild his cock into her. As she did she said to him “I just want you to feel how used I am than I’ll give you your treat.” She lowered herself slowly, opening herself as she did.

“Oh my God it must have been horrible because you are so swollen. Your pussy is wet and slippery but damn is it tight” he said as he was enjoying how she was fucking him. He felt her used pussy sliding up and down his hard cock wondering if he was big enough.

After a half dozen strokes she lifted herself off his rock hard cock and said “now your treat big boy.” She got him up off the couch and kissed him deeply feeling his hard wet cock up against her toned stomach. She grabbed his cock and pulled him with her, turning she bent over the arm of the couch. Her full rounded ass was sticking up in the air and her hand was still holding his manhood.

“I want you to pop my last cherry, I saved it for you. Be gentle I’ve never taken a man in that hole.” She then put the head of his dick against her tight little asshole. His cock was slick from the wetness of her sloppy pussy so it didn’t take much too slid in. He was sure that there was more lube in her tight hole than what was on his dick, so he pushed slowly. Her asshole slowly opened and he was slipping in feeling her squeeze him as he inched in.

She didn’t want him to know but when she was in high school to keep all of the boys that chased her happy and she didn’t want to get pregnant she would let them play with her tits and then turn around and let them finish in her ass.

She pushed back and took his cock deeper into her ass “god it feels so good, don’t stop. Pump me up. Don’t stop keep going deeper deeper!” She screamed as she felt the old feeling she had done so many times before.

Her ass was so tight, but it felt so damn good so he pushed and pushed. He fucked her ass and fucked it hard in and out, pulling his cock out far enough that he had to open her up each time. Than the tidal wave of orgasm built.

“Fill my ass with your cum. Don’t you dare pull out. Push it deeper. Empty it deep inside of my ass.” She screamed as he pushed his dick deeper and deeper up her ass, ending with wave after wave of cum filling her insides.

Later as they lay in bed, she was on top of him letting his semi hard cock nestle in between her plump swollen pussy lips.

“You really out did yourself, I almost believed you. And damn did it feel like you were gang banged.”

“Oh honey, I’ll never tell all of my secrets” she said as she rocked her swollen pussy on his cock hoping to make it hard enough to ride again “so I’ll leave that for you to figure out.”

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A Public Outing

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The allure of attending kink socials alone had begun to wane. I was a tidy third who could neatly be tucked in to someone else’s fantasy but it was beginning to come at the cost of my own.

What had begun as a quest for adventure and authenticity had become a stage for performance and pretend. With each couple determined to out do the last with a cacophony of grunting and sighs to the detriment of anything true.

My hopes for something that captured my spirit were quietly dwindling.

I took a step back from the scene and reflected on it a while. The problem wasn’t with them, It was with me. I wanted to feel more from the experience and few could fulfil it. I took my phone out of my pocket and typed a message to my Master.

‘Would you take me to a dungeon social with you Sir…?’ I lingered over the flashing cursor for a few moments before clicking send, sucking air in sharply through my teeth as I watched the double tick appear.

It wasn’t often I would suggest a scene, moreover, take the liberty of circumventing his thoughts on my readiness. I held my breath for his reply.

‘I’m a little apprehensive Pet, I’ll admit. But OK. lets try it.’

I read his words, with terror and delight. I wasn’t sure either.

A year and a half had passed since M had agreed to train me as his Pet and with every day my trust in his handling was becoming more embedded protocol than conscious choice.

It had been a journey to get there and his patience had run some mileage. I was grateful and indebted, hoping to make good on his investment.

With the date set, the evening came around quickly and at 5pm exactly I stepped out from the shower, towelled my smooth pink skin and began the ritual. First brushing my teeth and rinsing my mouth, before scraping my hair back into a neat ponytail and running a sink of warm water. I drew a rubber bulb full and flushed myself clean before coating thick tapered steel with lube and penetrating my tightly closed asshole, savouring the now familiar dull, aching reminder of his ownership.

I lifted my collar and fastened it around my neck before unfurling a semi opaque bodystocking from my ankles up the length of my legs, across the narrow of my waist and to a full stretch over the top of my erect nipples. I looked in the mirror. Fully wrapped and visibly naked beneath.

A message tone interrupted my thoughts. It was from Him.

‘Here is some protocol Pet;

Whenever my drink is not full you are to offer to refill it for me.

You will address me as Sir and if describing our relationship you should say that you are my Pet and I am your Owner, Sir, or often frustrated trainer.’

My phone pinged again.

‘In a scene I would prefer ‘Red’ or ‘Yellow’ or if necessary I will place something in your hand for you to throw or drop.

Do your best to stand to my right when not facing me.

Lastly, I will assume that your outfit tonight includes your collar and plug.

See you soon.’

The message tones paused. As usual, I quietly delighted in his instruction.

‘Yes Sir.’ I replied and gathered my things to leave.

On arrival, we joined a quiet and cordial crowd in the basement of an old London townhouse. An exchange of opening pleasantries gave way to a rising feeling of terror within me as I realised that my Master was likely uninterested in abating our scenes to match the somewhat subdued mood.

He looked over and smiled, I excused myself quickly from the inquisitive company that görükle escort had now gathered around me and scuttled over to fill his drink and place myself to his right.

Standing in the warmth of his shadow I listened as he introduced me for the first time as ‘his.’

The words hit me like an explosion of colour. For some reason I hadn’t anticipated the scenario or what the significance of it might feel like.

I was his. His in private and now his in public too. I stood there wordless for a few moments, glowing with the gift of recognition.

Interrupting my thoughts the Dungeon Master called us all to gather in a circle. We stepped away from the group and took a low bench, whereon M motioned for me to sit on his knee.

One by one the 14 or so of us gave a short profile of ourselves and as the openers reached me I looked at him to speak.

‘Go on.’ he said, ‘You can introduce us Kitten.’

I looked up at the group.

‘I am Flick, she/her and this is my Master, M. I have been to group gatherings a few times, but never with my Master. I’m excited to do this together and whilst I am normally watching I guess I will be doing as I am told this evening.’

I looked around the room to a sea of smiling eyes and quiet well wishing. It was cute. Well done me. I beamed at M and tilted my head coquettishly to signal a passing of the baton.

‘Good.’ He said, nodding approvingly. ‘That’s good Kitten.’ stroking my back and holding my gaze, ‘because I will be using a pussy pump on you in front of these nice people and then taking that swollen cunt with a fucksaw later on, if anyone would like to watch.’

My cheeks lept into flames. It was a savage reminder of the nature of our hierarchy.

I squirmed on his lap, eyes cast to the floor while he kept perfectly still. The introductions eventually moved on before finally coming to a close.

I sank to the ground between his knees like some sort of serf reminded of my place in this house and looked up at him. His eyes met with mine, hands simultaneously unzipping his pants.

I wriggled my fingers into the opening of his shorts and he sprung up, customarily hard and thick towards my face.

I closed my lips around his circumcised tip and ran my tongue around the ridge. Maybe I could suck him to orgasm and he would forget about giving the crowd such a visual demonstration of ownership?

I was beginning to envy the neat performances with noisy floggers going on around me.

I was never neat when he finished with me.

He took the back of my head in his grip and slid my mouth down over him until I reached a natural choking point. His dick was smoother than usual. Almost hairless save for a shadow at the base and he slid down me with uncustomary ease. I bobbed my head over him eager to please in this new environment and to show others what a good little fuck toy I had become.

He lifted my chin off him and tucked his cock away.

‘Come Kitten. I’d like to use you now. ‘Go and fetch me some clips from the cross please.’

I took one from each extremity and returned to present him with four.

He motioned toward a spanking bench and I stepped towards it ready to kneel on its low padded rests.

‘Wait.’ he said, pausing to survey the scene,before spinning the bench 180 degrees so that the direction of kneeling would take place with my back to the crowd.

Every muscle in my body tensed. I was certain now that he wouldn’t spare me any modesty, I would bursa merkez escort be on show like a petty criminal receiving punishment for all to gasp and stare.

Methodically, strap by strap he worked his way up from my feet, fastening me in at the calves, thighs, waist and wrists until I became a human appendage to the bench, ready to be displayed in any way my Master should choose.

His footsteps in my peripheral hearing as he came to a stop behind me and in one short motion ripped a side plate sized opening through the body stocking and exposed my holes to the gentle murmur of the drinks party gathering behind.

Like a slutty magician’s assistant, I waited there, presenting my ‘best side’ ready to be sawed in half for the enjoyment of the crowd.

He returned and placed a hard plastic cup across the length of my pussy lips, the pressure of sucking almost immediate. Each pump swelling my sex and magnifying the designated showpiece for curious onlookers.

I winced with pain under the spotlight until the sucking ceased and he walked around to my head, chin propped on leather, my mouth at hip height, unzipped his pants and parted my lips with his cock, holding the sides of the bench and using them to lever his way deeper down my throat.

Revelling in the advantage of my inability to retreat from his thrusts. Every gag a sharp reminder that my cunt was stretched to the limit behind.

He slowed his invasion of my face hole and released the pressure valve from his palm as the cup fell away revealing the transformation of my tidy pink pussy into a primate like rear, ripe for a dominant male fucking.

Adverse to blocking such a view by taking me then he slowly unpacked a fucksaw and brought it to meet my swollen cunt. Savouring the theatre of a hard, black rubber dildo pushing its way through the puffy pink of my folds, and into the depth of my obedient vagina.

I moaned into the bench with the force of intrusion as the rubber drill started to punch with short jabs inside me.

Thump, thump, thump, at two and then three strokes per second, it’s punishment intermittently picking up pace.

‘Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh’ I was squirming now with all of the small margin I could muster in the straps. The dull thuds of machinery becoming more and more intolerable, as my knees slipped off the supports and I was suspended in a sling like fashion against the hard metal frame, unable to close my pinned and spread legs enough to make any difference.

‘Ohhhhhhhhh, pleasssssse Sir’ I couldn’t think of the right word. The impact jarring my mind from even the most simple of traffic light codes.

‘Pleeeeeeease Sir I can’t’

He leaned over me and retracted the device.

Replacing it immediately with his fat cock and fucking me with forceful rhythm.

‘ahhhhhhhh ‘ I moaned into the leather padding as my eye caught the gaze of a couple seated in front. A stranger’s foreign fingers buried deep in his muse as he masturbated her to the scene of my undoing.

So this was the kind of the stage I had been looking for.. The thought, passing through my head in the second between being pounded again into the bench, pussy swollen and now bruising around his dildo like dick.

My eyes were wetting.

‘Enough Kitten?’ He asked softly so that only my ears could hear.

I nodded into the leather and creased my face in self consolation. Had I done enough to make him proud? I wasn’t sure.

He unfastened bursa escort bayan me from the straps and lifted me up into him. I shrunk a little into his chest.

‘Come.’ He took my hand and we walked a little way to another room away from the gathering.

He lay me down on my back and put his mouth to my still swollen clit.

‘Uhhhhhhhh’ I sighed as his tongue flicked around the fleshy bulb, with impossibly soothing dexterity.

He slid three fingers into my used pink hole and pushed them against my front wall hard.

‘Uhhhhhhhhh its so fucking good Sir…’ with that he fucked me harder on his hand, while I watched. God, I loved to watch him.

Sucking and tending to my pussy. A rare and irresistible treat. The weight of my tired limbs sinking into the floor beneath.

I was drifting into a state of bliss when my cunt began squirting against his wrist. Like a spitting fountain sending jet after jet onto the floor and showering my thighs. My eyes widened.

‘Its never happened before.’ I said. It was the truth. I was dumbfounded.

‘Good.’ he replied and swung himself around, placing a knee on either side of my head and moving us into a 69.

I opened my mouth instinctively. At this angle he slid himself down my unresistant throat and held his dick there, my nose buried between his silky balls. I brought my hands up to grip his thighs in encouragement. I wanted him to make all my holes leak.

He began to fuck my mouth, each withdrawal making me sloppier and clogging my hair with saliva. He took his dick out, cradling it and his balls with one hand and hovered above me for a moment.

I was a mess.

My sodden mouth opened and I leaned upwards to lick at his asshole.

Such a whore for him. It was going to be an evening of a few firsts.

I lapped at his neat opening like a dog, until he had enough and flipped me on to my front.

‘You didn’t think we’d forget this one did you?’

He put the tip of his cock against my puckered little brown hole.

I waited for him to reach away and find some lube but instead I felt his thick helmet explore the folds of my creamy cunt, slide back to my ass and prise me open instead.

‘Fuckkkkkkkkk.’ I gasped.

Pain shot through my pelvis. I reached down for my clit to try and rub the shock away.

He pushed against me slowly using his body weight to nudge through my resistant anal passage, each inch of him seemingly wider than the last.

‘Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh’ I squirmed and whimpered into a pillow, still taking it like a good girl.

He finally bottomed out and I breathed a short lived sigh of relief. Before he began gently rocking me on and off the base of his cock, until my ass finally started to acquiesce.

Feeling my ring let go he began to build pace and conquer my final hole. I rubbed my clit harder in circles. Orgasm began to build. My asshole starting to gape around his dick, fingers sliding across my clitoris lubricated by my own squirting juices.

I whined into the ground and he fucked my destroyed little toy ass harder in response and slid a hand around my neck.

I was going to climax, hard. My back passage already spasming with anticipation.

‘I’m going to cum Sir.’ I announced.

‘You may Pet.’ He replied. Waves of ecstasy coursing through my body before he could finish speaking.

It was fucking magic.

Not slowing, his cock pounded pleasure though my rectum and my orgasm rippled back to meet him.

I rolled over like a spoilt pet and panted my words out from underneath him.

‘Thank you Sir. I really needed that.’

The truth was that I really needed him. It was hard to admit that sometimes. But like all testing little fuck toys sometimes it takes one person that knows exactly how to use them.

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I walk through the door and smile to see my pet sitting on his knees next to the front door. I take a quick glance around the house and smile wider, seeing he’s done everything I’ve asked for him to do today.

“Well well well, I see that you’ve been a good boy today,” I grab my pet’s chin so he looks up at me and I can see his huge smile.

“Yes, Mistress. I have,” he smiles somehow wider and I let go of his chin. He stares up at me with adoring eyes and I grab the o-ring on his collar, pulling him to stand on his knees instead of sitting back on his heels. I grab a leash we keep in a drawer next to the front door and I attach it to the o-ring. I look him up and down, loving that I made “no clothes around the house” a rule.

“Would you like a reward for being so good?”

“Mmm, I would love that, Mistress.”

“Good boy. Let’s make our way up the stairs to our room then.”

I lead him up the carpeted stairs, making sure not to speed since he’s crawling behind me instead of walking. I made sure to take off my panties from under my dress before I got through the door so he could see everything I have as we climbed the stairs.

“You look so tasty, Mistress,” he says quietly.

“Soon you’ll be able to confirm that, pet,” I smile to myself and finish walking up the stairs. We get to the bedroom door and I turn around with pride and excitement.

“I knew you’d like what I set out for you,” he smiles and looks past me to the bed where he’s laid out some toys for us to use today. I normally let him choose the toys we use during our play time since I want it to be enjoyable for him too. And most of the time, he does not disappoint.

“Let’s see what you’ve laid out,” I smile wider and lead him to the bed, “A strap-on… the biggest one we have, too! Some lube, good thinking. A skirt and stockings, I’m guessing for you to wear, is escort bayan that correct?”

“Yes, Mommy. I want to dress pretty for you,” I groan when he calls me that amazing name he saves for wanting to get me riled up. He knows I love when he calls me Mommy.

“Good pet. We also have some rope, would you like to get tied up tonight?”

“Yes, please,” he says, almost embarrassed.

“I didn’t hear what you said, can you speak up?” I tease him.

“I said, yes, please.”

“Good boy. Now, put on your outfit for me while I get everything else set up.”

He does as I say, knowing that getting dressed means he can stand up. It’s hard to put on a skirt while on your knees. I tie the ropes around our bedpost and make sure to leave enough so I can tie his hand to each one with enough room to be able to flip him over without hurting him. I put on the strap-on after stripping naked, I know he loves to watch my tits bounce while I fuck his ass.

“Done,” he says once I finish lubing up the strap-on. He’s on his knees with his head tucked to look at the floor. I grab his leash and pull him up to his feet.

“Lay on the bed with your hands up,” I command. He walks quickly to the bed and does as I say. I grab some rope and tie his ankles to his thighs and then reach up to tie his hands up to the bedposts. He looks up at me, completely helpless with his cock straining against the cage I’ve put on him. The key dangles from my neck and I smile, toying with it.

“Should I get you to cum through the cage, or should I take it off, pet? You’ve been a very good boy, so I’m leaving it up to you. I want to hear what you want,” I smile.

“I would like it if you took it off, please,” his eyes sparkle in the dim light and I lean down to kiss his soft lips.

“As you wish,” I pull the chain from around my neck and unlock the cage nilüfer escort he’s in, carefully pulling his cock out and watching it get unbelievably hard in a matter of seconds.

He sees me staring and smiles, “You like when I get hard for you, Mommy?”

I groan again and look into his eyes, “I love it, pet. Now, lift your legs for me.”

I reach to grab some more lube and spread it on his ass before leaning close to him, guiding my strap-on into his waiting hole. He moans loudly as the tip passes through his tight opening and continues to moan and groan as I slowly shove the whole length into his ass.

Once the whole seven inches are inside him, I pause for a moment for him to adjust. I love watching his face turn from slight discomfort to absolute bliss.

I plan to make him cum while fucking his ass, something that has only happened once before. Normally he likes to fuck me after I fuck him and cum inside me, but tonight I want to see his cock shoot out his load while my strap-on disappears into his ass.

Once the discomfort in his face dissipates, I start to fuck him slowly. This is always the hard part for him, getting his ass to loosen up enough for his p-spot to feel pleasure. I reach down and stroke his cock while I fuck his ass, quickening my pace ever so slightly and hit his prostate as well as I can. His moans echo through the room and I can tell it isn’t going to take much before he cums hard for me.

I spit on my hand and reach back down to stroke his cock faster. He whines and groans and bucks his hips into my own, fucking himself while I stroke him.

“Oh, yes, Mommy. That feels so good,” he moans through his teeth.

“Are you going to be a good boy for Mommy and cum while I fuck your ass?” I whisper between his moans. He cries out in pleasure and smiles.

“Yes, Mommy. altıparmak escort I’ll be so good for you. Can I cum please?” He gasps, barely able to hold back his load.

“Almost, pet, almost,” I wait a few seconds before I know he’s going to finish without permission, “Now you can cum,” and I continue with my rhythm of fucking and stroking as he climaxes, almost screaming through the intense pleasure. I use my other hand to cover his mouth, not wanting our neighbors to call the police for suspecting someone is getting murdered.

I watch as rope after rope of cum shoot from his cock and he arches his back.

He slowly comes down from his orgasm and I stop my fucking and stroking. I scoop some of his cum onto my fingers and he opens his mouth obediently. I put my fingers in his mouth and he closes his lips around them, licking every inch of my fingers. I lean down and kiss him when he lets go, tasting his saltiness through his tongue.

“Good boy,” I smile.

“Thank you,” he replies, “Can you untie me so I can pleasure you now?” he asks politely.

“I think I’m going to ride your face instead,” I say, removing the strap-on and climbing up to position myself above his eager tongue. He loves to eat my pussy. On days where I don’t allow his cage to come off, I have him please me until he cums (which is quite easy).

I lower my body down and he quickly gets to licking my wet pussy. He moans with me while I ride his face, rubbing up and down while his tongue assaults my clit. It doesn’t take long for me to get close after fucking him. It’s one of my favorite things to do. I climb closer and closer until I feel my whole body get racked with an intense orgasm, almost making me faint. He continues to lick until he feels me stop shuddering, then kisses my pussy softly before I have the strength to get up again.

“Fuck, pet, that was amazing.”

“Thank you for riding my face,” he smiles and looks at me expectantly. He loves being spooned after I fuck him, so I untie his legs and hands before spooning him lovingly.

“Goodnight,” I say quietly as he drifts off. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep as well.

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I arrive home from work a couple of hours before the kids get out of school, having gone in to work at 5 am. I call out to you to let you know I’m home. I hear your voice from upstairs telling me I have mail on the dining room table. I go into the dining room and start looking through the mail. Mostly bills and a few mail order catalogs, but also a package. I look at the box and notice it is addressed to you and from one of the online companies that we like to buy our sex toys from. I see that it’s already been opened. Then I hear you behind me.

I turn to see you standing completely naked except for a harness and a strap on dildo. I now understand our encounter in the shower this morning. You joined me in the shower, moving in behind me and rubbing yourself against my back and ass. Then you bent me over and pressed a well-lubed butt plug against my anus. I readied myself and you pushed it all the way inside me as I gasped from the intrusion. After I recovered, I straightened back up as you rubbed my cock and chest. You leaned in and whispered in my ear telling me to leave the plug in all day and we would have some fun when I got home.

I thought you were talking about having some fun with our vibrators but now I know what you had in mind. You must have tracked the package and knew it was arriving today. You showed me a remote control that you had in your hand and smiled. You pressed a button and the rubbery dildo started to vibrate wildly. You closed your eyes and moaned. I realized that the base of the dildo was pressed against your clit and that you could feel the throbbing vibrations.

You walk over to me, kiss me and then turn me around facing the table. You unbuckle my belt and unbutton and unzip my jeans. You bend me over and then pull my jeans down over my ass. You nudge my legs apart and I brace myself against the table. You press against the butt plug and congratulate me for keeping it in all day. I’m about to make a sarcastic comment about how it was hard to sit down all day but I’m stopped by a sudden slap to my ass.

You spank my ass hard until every inch of it is red. You move in front of me and open the box that your new toy came in. You pull out a new bottle of anal lube. You smile at me as you squeeze a large amount of lube escort bursa into your hand and rub it all over your new dildo. You ask me if I’m ready and I nod.

You move behind me and slowly pull the plug from my ass. Before my anus can close up you push the dildo all the way into me. I grunt as my body is pushed into the table. You wait for a few moments for my body to get used the dildo and then you push the button on the remote. It feels wonderful as the vibrations fill me, and from your moans I can tell you feel the same. You grab my hips and slowly start to pull out of me, until all that’s still in me is the head throbbing against the sensitive muscles around my opening. Then you push all the way back into me. You start to slowly fuck me, enjoying watching the dildo slide in and out of my ass. Each time you push into me the base of the dildo presses hard against your clit and you can feel your orgasm start to build.

You grab my wrists and pull them behind my back like I do to you when I take you from behind. You start thrusting into me hard, feeling that familiar tingle in your groin. You grunt with each thrust feeling the strong throb of the dildo against your clit. You grab my shoulder and with one final thrust your orgasm overtakes you. You push your clit against the dildo’s base until your orgasm ends. Then you turn off the vibrator and slowly pull out of me. I grunt as the dildo slips out of me.

You help me up and turn me around to kiss me. You ask me if you hurt me at all and I tell you that it hurt a little but that it felt good. You tell me how good it felt to be in control and that you understood why I liked taking you from behind so much. We kiss for a little while longer and then you drop to your knees in front of me. You take me into your mouth and suck on my cock until it is rock hard. You reach up and grab the lube. You rub lube all over my cock and then stand up and bend over the table saying, “Your turn.”

I see you have your plug in also. I gently pull the plug out of you and replace it with my hard cock. I push myself all the way into you and stay there until I feel your hips buck a little, letting me know you are ready. I start to slowly fuck your tight asshole but I can’t contain myself. I start losing bursa escort control and fucking you fast and hard. You give me encouragement by begging me to fuck you. You can tell I’m close and you tell me to cum in your ass. Hearing you pushes me over the edge and I explode into your ass. I shoot cum into you over and over again, feeling like it’s never going to stop. I cum so much I start feeling light-headed and I have to grab the table to balance myself.

My cock slowly softens inside you and before I can even pull out my cum starts to drip out of you. I pull my cock out and lay down on the floor trying to catch my breath. You lay down next to me kissing my chest. You smile at me and tell me you thought I was never going to stop cumming in you. I laugh and comment that I must have been a little excited. You kiss me and say that we’ll have to try that more often. I ask, how about tonight?

After the kids have all gone to bed we go upstairs to our bedroom. We watch each other undress and then I lay down on the bed. You kneel between my legs and start tracing your fingernail over my cock. I lift and spread my legs as you realize what I have in mind.

You push hard against my butt plug and ask, “What do you want me to do, baby?”

“I want you to fuck me,” I say quietly.

“I don’t understand, you’re going to have to be a little more specific,” you say while you slowly slide the plug in and out of my ass.

“I want you to fuck my ass with your dildo,” I say embarrassed.

You grab the dildo and say, “This is not a dildo, this is my cock, try again.”

I pause for a few moments as you continue to fuck me with the butt plug. It feels so good but I need more so I blurt out, “Yes baby, please fuck my tight asshole with your hard cock.”

You smirk and say, “See, now was that so hard.”

Then you pull the plug out and slide the dildo in. You click the remote and I feel the heavy throb filling my ass. You stay there unmoving enjoying the feeling of the base of the dildo pressed against your clit. I beg, “Please baby, fuck me.”

You smile and start to slowly start thrusting. You lean in to get a better position and I rest my legs on your shoulders. After a few moments I get used bursa merkez escort bayan to you being inside me and I slide my legs down and wrap them around your waist. You lay on top of me, your breasts pressed against my chest and my cock pressed into your stomach.

I start begging you over and over again to fuck me, spurring you on. You push yourself up a little and stare into my eyes. I reach up to cup your breasts and play with your nipples. You moan loudly and with a few more thrusts you push deeply into me grinding your clit against the dildo. You bite into my shoulder to muffle your screams as your body shakes uncontrollably.

I hold you until you recover and then you turn off the vibrator and slide out of me. You unfasten the harness and then move up to straddle my face. Your dripping pussy just inches from my mouth you slowly lower yourself and command me to lick you clean. I passionately dive in licking, sucking and kissing every inch from your clit to your anus.

You ride my face while you lick and suck your nipples. Within just a few minutes you explode showering my face with your juices. I lick and suck you until you collapse laying down on the bed next to me.

I gently kiss your legs and your hips while you recover. You rest your head on my thigh for a few minutes and then start kissing my cock and balls. You take me in your mouth and start sucking me until I’m hard. Then you straddle my cock and take me inside your warm wet pussy.

You slowly ride me, taking your time and enjoying yourself. I feel my orgasm start to build and I start to push into you with each thrust. You pull up quickly and my cock falls out of you. You lean over and whisper in my ear, “Not yet, lover.”

You kiss me for a few moments and then you reach down and push my cock back into your pussy. You start to ride me again but as soon as I start pushing up into you, you pull off of me again. After I settle down, you do it again, riding me until I’m ready to cum and then stopping me before I can get relief.

I can’t take anymore and I roll you over on to your back. I mount you and quickly push my cock inside you. I grab your wrists and hold them up over your head. I wildly start fucking you as you start crying out, “Yes baby, fuck me hard, cum inside me lover.”

After just a few more strokes I explode filling you with my cum as I collapse on top of you. You hold me tight as I continue to push into you until I’m exhausted. I roll off of you and we kiss gently. We hold each other close until we both fall fast asleep.

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I was on a plane bound for Germany for the first time since Julia and I split up just less than three years ago. In that time we had not seen each other again though we had been in contact via email. As we slowly drifted over the clouds I flicked through some old photos that I’d transferred back to my camera. My head filled with past memories and what we would talk about: the principle topic being the possibility of us getting back together. After we had broken-up on that bitterly cold New Year’s Eve morning we parted on excellent terms. Nevertheless, it was a highly emotional time for us both. At first it was all tears and devastation. In order to overcome this we soon developed a particularly black sense of humour to make light of the situation. I had teased her that it was inevitable that we would have ‘break-up sex’ that night but she had convincingly dismissed any such notion. I had known that it was renowned for being especially intense and highly-charged and so had considered it to be something that, given the circumstances, I wanted to experience and would allow me to temporarily forget my misery.

That evening we struggled to eat at all. The turmoil had killed our appetites and my throat was simply too dry and choked with emotion to accept much food. I had just pushed my plate to one side when I caught sight of a fierce intensity in Julia’s eyes. We leapt at one another, feeding ferociously on each other’s lips and necks. Until that moment we had typically favoured prolonged passion that teased, delighted and gradually built up to a massive mutual crescendo. However on that night neither of us had any interest in developed foreplay: we simply needed an outlet for our anger, grief and inner turbulence. We tore the clothes of each other in a manner possessed, as our kisses became increasingly aggressive. Julia flung herself onto the kitchen table regardless of the unwashed plates and crockery nearby. She lay back, spread her legs wide and beckoned me forth. I plunged deep into her sopping wet pussy with my throbbing erection and began a sustained attack on her pleasure spot with my thumb, slick with her lubricant that spilled onto her thighs. Every thrust I made forced the table to bang against the wall, causing the pots and plates to leap about and add to the tremendous noise. Through all the sounds her moans of joy swept over me, inducing me to increase the speed even further, until we reached a breathless wild frenzy. Moments later our giant emotional eruption came powerfully and simultaneously.

The next day we could not keep our hands off each other. I had never wanted to break-up but living in distant, different countries had proved insurmountable. Thus, we had separated without there being a fundamental problem in the relationship itself. We even discussed the possibility of getting back together in the future after she graduated. It was with all these thoughts in mind that I was travelling to Germany to see her for the first time again, after so long. I had decided that I must guard against appearing too keen as I didn’t want her to think that she could just have me at the drop of a hat, though in my heart I knew she probably could.

After having made my way through security I passed through the final door out into the main entrance area of the airport. I scanned the surrounding faces in search of hers but all I could see were loads of guys holding up pieces of paper with various unknown names. I went beyond this horde and it was then that I saw her. For a few seconds she didn’t see me, which permitted me the luxury of taking in her beautiful long locks and slender body. She turned towards me and her face lit up as our eyes met. Her features seemed even more striking than I remembered; her pale blue eyes sparkled, her cute little nose lightly twitched and her deliciously pink lips parted into a wide smile. When we embraced I couldn’t help but contemplate what might lie ahead.

We arrived at Julia’s flat, the very same one in which we had broken up three years earlier. All that had changed since then was that Julia had moved into one of the larger bedrooms and that her former flatmates had been replaced with a girl called Suzannah and a guy who had gone home for the weekend. We had just come in through the door when a colourfully dressed girl burst out of the door at the end of the hall.

“Hi, you must be Daniel,” she said, smiling.

“And I guess you must be Suzannah. Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise. Please, call me Suzy. By the way, I like your camera; what model is it?”

“It’s a 40D. I got it last year. Are you into photography too?”

“I dabble a bit when I have the time. I must confess I’ve been looking forward to meeting you for a while now.”

“Oh really, why’s that?”

“Well, judging by the way Julia has talked about you it sounds like you are one of the world’s most popular ex-boyfriends.”

“That’s nice to hear,” I grinned.

“I would struggle to find even a few kind words to describe my last boyfriend but Julia here simply never has a bad word kuşadası escort to say about you.”

My heart was warming on hearing this, though if either of them knew how much trouble I was having trying to avert my gaze from Suzy’s ample chest then maybe they would have changed their minds. I looked to Julia who was understandably a little embarrassed and blushing at Suzy’s revelations.

“Well, yes. Thanks for that Suzy. Why don’t you make yourself useful and go and put the kettle on,” said Julia, regaining her composure.

“You mean before I tell him any more?”

“Something like that. Anyway I know he could do with a cup of tea.”

“You know me too well. I just need to unpack a few things first though, if that’s OK?”

“Yeah, sure. This is my room now,” she said, gesturing to the spacious room on her right.

I swiftly took my bags inside, took out what I needed, and headed into the kitchen. When I got there the two girls were already sitting down at the table, with three mugs of tea on it. The sight of the table caused my mind to return to that scene in my head of us frantically ‘consummating’ our break-up. On seeing me standing motionless in the doorway the girls broke off their conversation.

“Are you OK?” asked Suzy.

“Yes, I’m fine.”

“You seemed to be in a world of your own for a moment there.”

“I was just…umm…yeah, thinking about something,” I spluttered, fearing that Julia would immediately guess what had occupied my mind.

On the flight I had repeatedly reminded myself to avoid indulging in too much nostalgia around Julia for fear of appearing to have not moved on at all in life — something that I thought she would find unattractive.

“So, what are your plans for the evening?” asked Suzy.

“I don’t know. We’ll probably go out for some dinner and maybe watch a film or something,” said Julia. “How about you?”

“Well, I have something already planned so I won’t be able to join you unfortunately. Though I’m sure you have a lot to catch up on so I wouldn’t want to intrude on your romantic evening.”

Both Julia and I were a little stung by this overt insinuation as the potential rekindling of our romance was something unspoken, which neither of us wished to prematurely bring into the open. Thankfully, Julia appeared to share my feeling that if either of us were to protest it would only serve to strengthen Suzy’s assumptions.

“What are you up to then?” I probed, eager to deflect the attention away from our evening.

“I’m just going out for a few drinks with friends from my course. I’ll try not to disturb you too much when I come in.”

“That’s alright. We’ll probably be awake anyway,” said Julia.

“Doing what, I wonder?”

“Watching the film. Weren’t you listening earlier?” I said in jest, relishing this battle of wits.

“Yes, I was listening. I just thought that the film will have finished by the time I come home and that you may be doing something else,” she said with a knowing smile.

“Like sleeping,” I suggested.

“But Julia just said you’d probably be still awake. Perhaps she has something else planned for you tonight?”

“Or perhaps we’ll still be watching the film,” I countered.

“Yeah, that is possible. If that is the case perhaps I’ll pop in to watch the end of the ‘film’, if that’s OK?” she said sarcastically.

“Yes, you’d be more than welcome,” smiled Julia, shaking her head slightly at Suzy’s continued onslaught. “Do you fancy going for a walk to escape this inquisition?” she asked, turning to me.

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

“Aww, have I scared you away so soon after arriving? How nasty of me!” said Suzy.

“Don’t worry, you haven’t scared me away. Anyway, you know what they say about people, who enjoy nosing about in the private lives of others, don’t you?”

“No. Tell me, what do they say?”

“It’s a sign that the person isn’t getting enough themselves.”

“Enough what?” she said, feigning innocence and trying to coax the word out of me.

“C’mon, you’re a clever girl. Use your imagination.”

She laughed a little and smiled at my response. She saw that she was not the only one who was able to tease verbally. Julia and I got up to go and prepare ourselves for our walk. As we did so Suzy appropriately found the opportunity to have the final word.

“Enjoy your walk and dinner. Perhaps I will see the two of you later, whether the film has finished or not.”

We had a pleasant walk and dinner, both of which involved some reminiscing as well as sharing several stories from our lives during the past few years. When we returned home it was already dark and getting rather cold. Over dinner we had enjoyed several glasses of wine and were already feeling light-headed so I was slightly surprised when Julia opted to break open another bottle when we arrived home. As we headed to her room I wondered whether her taste in films had changed at all. The last time we had watched together had been on New Year’s Day, the day after we had split-up, when we had watched a film about two very passionate and promiscuous famous Latin American artists. As the film had gone on showing the tribulations of the artists regularly interspersed with scenes of wild lovemaking I became increasingly certain of what would follow the film: our own interpretation of their prolonged, emotionally-charged romps. Sure enough, my expectations had not only been fulfilled but surpassed: the sex that day was tear-inducingly blissful and without doubt the most erotic of my life.

Not long after sitting down it became clear that both of us had more interest in talking further rather than watching a film. Julia asked after the well-being of two of my friends, whom she had met twice during our time together.

“They are both fine; though I haven’t spoken to either of them in a while.”

“Do you remember that time we stayed at their place in London?”

“Yeah. We stayed in their spare room with that really uncomfortable mattress.”

“That’s right. I will never forget those springs digging into my back. Do you remember that card game we played where the loser got spanked with a tea-towel? I kept losing and having to take punishment hits from you all. Everyone took pity on me and went gently except for you, who simply couldn’t help but show off your skills with a tea-towel in hand.”

“Haha, yes, I do remember that. You know what I’m like when I’m faced with a test of skill: it’s impossible for me not to try and perform to the best of my ability.”

“Yeah, but it was whipping with a tea-towel! How can you take that seriously?” she laughed.

“I just enjoy the action so much that I can’t resist the temptation. It’s so satisfying to hear that sharp snap and to know that your technique was perfect.”

“You’re weird,” she said in jest. “Anyway, tonight I want to play a different card game with you.”

“Oh aye. What’s that then?”

“I’ve always wanted to play it but never had the chance until now.”

“C’mon, tell me what is it?”

“OK. I want you to play strip poker with me.”

I gasped a little out of surprise. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, totally.”

“Alright, but what rules do we use?” I asked, with a traceable hint of excitement in my voice.

“Well, I confess that I looked on the internet and the best rules seem to be simple five-card draw, with the loser of each hand losing an item of clothing.”

“And can you remember the poker hand rankings I taught you?”

“Yes. I did check them again online but I was surprised at how well I remembered them. You must have taught me well.”

“And what happens to the first person to get naked? Do we have to do dares or something until the other person is also naked?”

“Yeah, we can do that if you want. Are you sure you want to play?”, she asked hesitantly.

“Yes of course I’m sure. How many items of clothing do you have? I only have four if you count socks as one.”

“If socks are one, then I have six. If I take my jacket off now though, I’ll be down to five.”

“That still leaves me at a disadvantage though.”

“But c’mon, you are a more experienced poker player than I am and I think you should start with an item less as punishment for the tea-towel spankings.”

“OK. I suppose that’s kind of fair. How about some extra rules? I mean, when my friends and I play drinking games we have a ‘no celebration’ rule. Any hint of celebration results in a punishment.”

“Yeah, that sounds fun. I assume that the punishment means losing an item of clothing, yes?”

“Yeah, that works fine. Where are your cards?”

“I’ll just go and get them.”

As she stood, I couldn’t take my eyes off her figure, knowing that soon she would be naked. I allowed my imagination to drift a little further, considering what dares I could use if I were to win the game.

“Found them. OK, so let’s play,” she declared, sitting down and then shuffling the cards. “How about we have a ‘no swearing’ rule as well? So that when you lose a hand you have to restrain yourself as well.”

“Go on then. Though I think it’ll help you more than it’ll help me.”

“That’s the idea!” she said, with a wide smile.

She swiftly dealt the cards and I was left staring at a pair of sixes and little else. I really did not want to lose the first hand and give her a two-piece advantage. I peered over my cards at her; her expression revealed scant information. I took three cards, she took two. I nervously showed my two sixes and looked straight to her reaction. I could tell she had lost before she threw down her pair of threes.

“Yes!” I exclaimed, relieved to have won the first hand. I sat back content.

“Ah, was that not a celebration just there, mister?”

I let out a deep sigh of frustration, realising that it was pointless arguing: although modest, it was clearly a celebratory reaction. We both removed our socks, both visibly a little too eager to get on with the game. I cursed myself for having suggested the additional rule. The wine was making it difficult to restrain myself and I had been so transfixed on winning that I’d forgotten not to celebrate.

“My deal,” I announced.

This time I got a three-flush and an ace. Julia drew three cards, making me think she already had a pair. Another two hearts to complete my flush was highly unlikely so I cast them away along with the fourth card in search of pairing the ace. Luckily I hit. Julia seemed relatively pleased with her hand and quickly displayed her two kings. I feigned a defeated look before flipping over my aces.

“Scheiße! I thought I’d won that one,” she cried.

“Wuh-hay!” I cheered, on account of the swear word.

It was only then she realised what she had said.

“Nooo! Does that mean I have to take off two things?”

“I’m afraid so.”

“Surely your jeering counts as a celebration as well though?”

I reproached myself once again for my incautious reaction, though thankfully managed to avoid swearing. Her outburst had taken me completely by surprise as she very rarely swore. Clearly the alcohol and the tense nature of events were getting to her. I took a moment to consider whether to first remove my jeans or my t-shirt, before opting to lose the t-shirt. I stood up, lifted my top over my head and performed a silly little bow, hoping to lighten the mood in preparation for Julia’s double whammy.

“You’re turn!” I said.

She got to her feet, paused, and then followed suit by haltingly lifting her top up over her breasts, shoulders and head. Her breasts had never been the largest but they were delightfully formed. For the moment though her black lacy bra hugged them tightly, revealing only a fraction of their shapeliness. Nevertheless, they held my attention, which she clearly noticed.

“Now for my jeans, I suppose?” she ventured.

“Either that or your bra,” I retorted.

“Haha, very funny. No, I think you’ll have to wait a bit longer for that,” she said as she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans.

Again, she paused momentarily to observe my reaction. She began to ease them down but again paused when only the top half of her panties was showing. She checked again to ensure that she had my attention but this time her gaze penetrated a little further. After a few seconds holding me spellbound, she resumed her task. Once her jeans had fallen past her hips I was able to admire the outlines of her sex under her surprisingly risqué choice of underwear. Previously she had not been a big fan of overtly provocative clothing but she had patently developed a taste for it since we had split up. Her matching bra and panty ensemble couldn’t fail to set my pulse racing.

“That’s quite an outfit!”

“Thanks, I hoped you would appreciate it.”

“Yeah, it’s very nice. But I know that what lies underneath is even more beautiful.”

She smiled back at me. We were down to two pieces each. Neither of us could afford any more silly mistakes if we were to win. As she dealt the next hand we were silent, in determined concentration. The game had evidently stirred our highly competitive natures. I knew that if I lost this hand I would have to reveal the exact state of my excitement. Two Queens stared me in the face. I discarded the other three cards but my draw missed completely. Julia drew one and swiftly laid down a straight. I chucked away my hand and exhaled deeply.

“Your turn to strip, I believe?” she said.

“No need to look quite so smug about it.”

I decided to imitate the way she removed her trousers by pausing to gauge her reaction. The first time I stopped I managed to catch her looking at my crotch but the second time I paused to look, she feigned utter disinterest in my stripping. I stepped closer, trying to induce her attention, when suddenly she leaped forward like a cat, playfully snapping shut her jaw as if trying to bite me. I responded in fashion by jumping back and guarding my swollen package with my hands.

“Take your hands away then. Covering yourself is strictly not allowed.”

I relented, allowed my hands to fall to my sides, and exposed the full extent of my arousal.

“I’m pleased to see you’re enjoying the game so much.”

I nodded. “It’s actually more difficult than I had imagined.”

“Yes, it’s surprisingly embarrassing considering we’ve seen each other naked before. I suppose it’s been such a long time that it feels quite new,” she replied.

“That’s true. I don’t think we’ve ever stripped for each other in such a direct way either. Presenting yourself like this makes you feel quite vulnerable.”

“It does, doesn’t it? I mean, we are not even naked yet and already I feel strangely exposed.

“Best not lose the next hand then,” I said with a wink.

This time the cards looked to be stacked against me. My first five cards were all weak and unconnected. I desperately didn’t want to lose, to be naked first, nor to perform the first dare. Yet with these cards I looked to be doomed to that fate. I gambled by changing all five cards but didn’t look to see what the draw had given me. Julia had taken two and now laid down her hand of two Jacks.

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What a Dream

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I dreamt again last night of you.

You came to me and held me naked in your strong arms. You leaned your head against my neck and softly blew delicate kisses against my skin. I shivered as your velvet tongue flicked across my fevered flesh. Your hands moved slowly up my torso, caressing my stomach, moving upwards to cup my breasts. You flicked your fingers across the tips of my nipples and watched them harden with desire. Then you turned me around so that your glorious erection was nestled within the cleft of my ass. You pressed yourself against me, imprinting me with the hard evidence of your need.

Laughing, you shoved me forward onto the bed. I turned over and couldn’t breathe when I saw the hot desire in your eyes. I knew you were going to make me beg and plead, and I couldn’t wait for the torment. My skin tingled as I imagined you lodged within me, moving, rubbing, thrusting.

You leaned over and grasped my wrists above my head, securing them with the restraints attached to the bed. Oh god, I was totally at your mercy. I couldn’t leave even if I had wanted to. Smiling your wicked grin, you trailed your fingers over my quivering body, stopping at each sensitive place to squeeze, pinch, caress, lick and kiss.

Finally, your fingers found my shaved mound, eagerly parting the slick lips. I cried out as you thrust a finger inside of me. As the torment began to build, you inserted another finger and slowly stretched me until I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but feel. You leaned bursa escort up and drew my nipples, one after the other, into your hot mouth. You suckled hard at my breasts, and I nearly swooned. You pressed your fingers upwards and I jumped over the edge. I convulsed around your fingers as you slipped one more finger into my wet channel.

The torture lasted for what seemed like hours as you laid siege to my body, storming the shaking citadel. I begged. I whimpered. I pleaded with all my heart for you to finally come to me, to embed your length with my body. As I felt you glide up my body, I sagged with relief thinking you would finally take me like I wanted.

But you had something else in mind.

You flipped me over onto my stomach, the wrist restraints easily following your demanding movements. I closed my eyes and groaned in agony, knowing exactly what you were going to do to me. You lifted me up slightly and slid two pillows beneath my stomach, lifting my ass to your heated glaze, parting my thighs and giving you access to my deepest secrets.

I shivered as you ran your hands up my thighs, over my back, up my neck. I cried out as you grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back. “Tell me you belong to me,” you growled in my ear, biting hard on my earlobe.

“I swear, I belong to you,” I sobbed into the sheets. “I will do whatever you want.” I could feel your iron erection against my pussy, then sliding tantalizingly between my ass cheeks. I wanted you inside me more than anything. bursa escort bayan But I knew you wouldn’t take me just yet.

Satisfied with my vow, you moved back down my body. I felt your fingers slide back inside me, and I couldn’t stop the tears as the agony and fire within me grew. Your fingers slid out of my slickened secret and slowly travelled up to my shaking cheeks. Using both hands, you parted my ass and gently touched me, delicately fingering my most sensitive area.

Suddenly, your tongue replaced your fingers. Licking avidly, rimming me to the extreme, you slipped your fingers into my pussy again, moving in and out, stretching me to my limit. I screamed at you to stop, to take me, to use me in anyway you desired. You laughed, and the vibration against my ass once again set me off.

As I shook and tremored with my orgasm, you moved to your knees behind me and grabbed my hips. Wetting your shaft with my juices, you thrust yourself into my tight pussy, slamming yourself into me all the way to the hilt. I started to whimper and moan again as you pulled out of me and pushed back in. You rammed into me over and over, shoving me into the mattress. Just as I thought the world would once again explode, you suddenly withdrew.

I felt you again part my ass cheeks and then felt your slick member rubbing against me, reading me for your intrusion. All of a sudden, I felt the amazing pressure and sensation as you forged into my tightest channel. The stretching görükle escort was too intense, the burning too incredible. I pressed my face into the sheets and yelled with all my might. I heard you laugh behind me as you started to move within my ass. Everything disappeared till the only thing I was aware of was you ravishing me from behind, withdrawing and forcing yourself back in.

I felt you tense as your thrusts became more frenzied, harder and faster. I was on the egde, just about to jump, when I felt you explode within me. The feel of your hot seed filling me pushed me over the cliff and I screamed again as I soared to the clouds, crying with the sheer joy and pleasure enveloping us.

You collapsed along my sweat-slickened body, chest-heaving, heart-pounding. I smiled into the darkness as I realized that, in the end, you too lost control. As you pulled out of me, I gasped at the amazing sensation. Unconsciously, I clenched around you and heard you swear. You had to pause before withdrawing all the way, then you collapsed against the extra pillows. Almost absentmindedly, you reached over and released me from the restraints.

My body singing with pleasure, I sighed and turned onto my side. I trailed my hand over your chest, smiling as your muscles moved beneath my questing fingers. As I moved lower along your abdomen, your breath caught in your throat. I stroked your cock, coaxing the steel back into play. I kissed along your hips bone, making my way towards your growing shaft.

You surged to life as I took you into my mouth, licking away our essences. Your fingers clenched in my hair as you pressed yourself deeper into my mouth, further into my throat.

“Jesus,” you whispered as I continued my ministrations. I smiled against your erection and took you to the stars once again.

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A Threeway Checkup

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We were off to my Dr’s appointment. I had to see the Dr. for a checkup. The examination room was a beautiful shade of teal. The curtains were long and flowing. The table was a cold beige.

The nurse came in and made me get undressed before the Dr. came in. We were waiting a while. When the nurse comes in and tells us she will be doing the initial exam.

She was a beautiful woman. Long black hair pulled back into a tight bun. Lips so wet and pouty. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of green. And her body was like an hourglass. Her tits were so perky I thought they might pop out of her uniform. I could tell you liked her.

She asked me to pull my top down so she could examine my huge chest. As she started feeling for lumps, my nipples started to harden. I was mortified. She just said it was normal to be a little turned on. Then she started to lift my blanket off my legs. She had to look and see if I had any issues down there. She then saw I was soaking wet. She eskort görükle smiled and said it would help if she could massage my clit. What was I going to say, no!?! She then put my legs in stirrups. She asked if you would play with my tits while she squeezed some lube onto my nether region. I was moaning just from the anticipation.

She pulled my clitoral hood up and started to massage my throbbing clit. I felt electricity shoot up my back. I reached over and freed her luscious breasts. They had the most sexy little nipple rings. I told her to bring them to my face so I could feel her beautiful pink nipples. I took her tit into my mouth and sucked generously. I bit her nipple ring. She really liked that.

I knew n it was time to unbutton your pants. I pulled them down and your cock was so hard. It had a little pre cum glistening on the tip. So I lapped at it to get every little drop.

She then decided to take my pulsing clit into her mouth. I felt I was kestel escort going to cum to quick and she knew it. So I decided to go down on her instead for a while.

We switched places and I bent over and pushed her skirt up around her waist and buried my face into her dripping cunt. You loved her nipple piercings. So loved to grab them between your teeth.

I then got on top of her and put my pussy in her mouth. As she lapped at mine. You came up behind me and and slowly put just the tip of your dick into my gushing slit. And pulled it back out. Then a little more until you finally buried your member into my pussy. All the while she was lapping at ur balls and my clit. You would pull it out and jam it into her mouth and then back into me. You pulled my hair back while you rammed into me. I then decided to turn around and put my pussy to her pussy.

Our buttons were melding together with such ferocity. U buried your cock deep in her bursa sınırsız escort throat while I vigorously lapped at ur balls. I thought u might come then and there.

I told u to come and fuck us. I turned around and lay my back to her chest. Then u come and jam ur stiff wet cock into my hot dripping pussy. I receive you so deep inside me. You then take it out and slap my clit with ur dick. I scream in such delight. She reaches around and pinches both my nipples as she cups my breasts in her warm hands.

You take your cock and slam it into her all the while slamming into my clit. I feel her start to buck back at you. As her clit rubs on my ass. She let’s out a high pitched moan and starts to cum all over my rear. And then you switch back to me. Fucking me so hard I thought I might fall. Then she takes my clit between her first finger and thumb and pinches and rubs until it’s too much. Then I start to feel the orgasm rise from my toes. And I start to cum in such waves grabbing ur cock with my pussy so hard. I think u liked it because u started to slam me with such force that I felt your cum squirt into me and then run down my ass.

We collapsed in a sweat and cum filled lump. We quickly got dressed and made our next appointment.

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A Night in Three Parts

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I tingle, shivering with anticipation as I hear your keys in the lock. Lights are low, candles are burning, music playing softly in the background. Thankfully, dinner is keeping warm in the crock pot. No worrying about setting the house on fire tonight. (the kitchen anyway!) I’ve been waiting for you to come home all day. Wanting you. Thinking about you.

When you finally open the door, I’m standing there holding a glass of wine for you and a note. You walk into the house, drop your bag and take a long look at me. I’m wearing a collection of your favorite items. My sexy librarian glasses, hair in a messy bun, red bra and a soft, black low cut sundress with a billowy skirt, oh and heels that bring me to your exact height. You smile me at appreciatively. I hoping it’s because of what I’m wearing and not because of the wine, but it doesn’t really matter. The look you give me gets me hot and wet.

“Hi handsome,” I whisper, holding out the glass of wine. You walk to me, take my other hand and tug me towards you, and we kiss. Our lips meet gently at first, then I nip your lips with my teeth and you growl in that way that drives me even more mad. You pull back, burying your face in my neck, nuzzling and nibbling until I have goosebumps and my nipples start to harden.

“Hi, lover,” you sigh between nibbles.

As difficult as it is, I extract myself from your arms and hand you the wine glass and note. You take a sip, looking quizzically at the note, which has

written on it, and then me. I shrug innocently and gesture for you to sit down in your armchair. You unfold the note and see that the word OBEY is neatly written in block letters. You look me in the eyes and smirk. Again, I smile innocently. You start to say something, but I climb onto the chair and straddle your legs. I lift the edges of my sundress to drape around you and you catch the briefest glimpse of the thin black, sheer panties I’m wearing.

Placing my index finger against my mouth, I whisper “Shhhhhh” as I wink slowly at you. I slide my finger over and around my lips making sure I have your full attention before my tongue slides out to wet it,. Keeping my eyes locked on yours, my finger slips slowly between my lips and out again even slower. I place my hot, wet finger against your lips, teasing and pressing.

“Come closer,” I urge, bringing my head towards yours. We kiss slowly. I love the feel of your lips, the way you slide your tongue out to meet mine and the the taste of your skin, slightly salty and smelling of cool, crisp outdoors. Somehow you find the presence of mind to put down the wine glass and the eskort bursa note flutters to the carpet. Your hands slide into my hair tugging it free from the messy bun and I shake it loose. I can feel you getting hard beneath me. I adjust my positioning so I can feel even more and when I do, you groan with pleasure.

“Yes, baby?” I tease you, “What do you need?” punctuating every word with a kiss. You move your hands to my breasts, fanning your fingers over them, squeezing softly.

“These,” you whisper, “I want these. Now.”

“Oh really?” I say, “Too bad you’re not the boss” I lean over, pressing my breasts more fully into your hands, reaching down to pick up the note card and dangle it in front of your face. I slide myself off your lap, purposefully with more bumping and grinding than actually necessary and stand next to your chair holding out my hand. “Stand up and strip,” I tell you. You look at me with narrowed eyes and start to protest. “Stand up and strip” I repeat more firmly, tapping the card on my palm.

“Fine.” You stand up and I promptly take your place in the chair. I scoot back, smooth my skirt down around me and watch you eagerly. Kicking off your shoes and stepping out of your socks takes just a moment and then you’re taking off your shirt. I’m watching you, you’re watching me. Your fingers easily undo the belt buckle and you wink at me. I laugh. We’re both thinking the same thing. I kneel on the chair so you can lean down and kiss me. My hands rest on your waistband and fingers slip inside. I feel you jump.

“Sorry love, cold fingers” I exhale.

“It’s not the cold, it’s you. I love feeling your hands on me,” you squeeze out before our lips meet again. My hands travel across the front of your pants, feeling your arousal. The heat, the hardness, the pulsing. I slide my hands up and down the length of you, slowly and then more quickly. You moan with pleasure and move yourself out of my reach.

I pout but only until I see you unzip and push down your pants and boxers and step out of them. It’s a good thing I’m already sort of sitting down because the sight of your naked body makes my knees weak. We lock eyes again, speaking wordlessly, smiling that secret smile only lovers understand. I reach out to touch you, sliding my fingers over your erection, tugging you closer. I lean towards you, breathing in your scent, caressing you with my hair and the side of my face, and place my mouth against your hip, flicking my tongue on that spot I know you adore. I feel your knees buckle and the intake of your breath.

“Oh, God,” you whimper, “that feels bursa yabancı escort amazing.”

I place one hand on that hip for balance and the other I place between your legs, cupping you. I love the weight and feel of them in my hand, I can tell you’re getting even harder, the more I lick and massage you. I lean back and look up at you and see that you are watching me. I smile and blow a kiss to you.

“I want you to touch yourself while I’m occupied with these other parts of you,” I say, “and I want you to keep watching me.” You nod and start stroking yourself, never taking your eyes off me. I start making big long licks up the side of your hip.I can feel you stroking next to my face and sometimes I even feel your knuckles brushing my cheek. I slide my mouth down the inside of your leg, licking, kissing, nibbling. I am still cupping you in my hand, and I can’t resist sucking them into my mouth one at a time. You groan and stop stroking for a moment to catch your breath. You look down at me sucking you and I loudly express my enjoyment. I move to your other leg, kissing my way up your hip and electrifying you on this side.

I turn my head to watch you and realize you are so incredibly hard. I can see drops of moisture leaking from your cock, I move my face closer to your hands and stick my tongue out. As you stroke, I start licking you. You move closer to get more of my mouth on you and sigh with pleasure as my tongue meets your fingers too. I can tell it’s not enough for you, that you want more, need more so I reposition myself in front of you. “I want to suck you until you come,” I purr, “baby, let me taste you.”

I open my mouth and wait for you to slide inside. You groan again as you carefully push yourself into my waiting mouth. I moan with pleasure as I feel your hot hardness fill me. My tongue slides over you, still brushing your fingers as you pump in and out. I use my teeth to scrape you softly…all the way out….all the way in. I pull your hands off and place them on the sides of my head. I want you to control the rhythm so I can concentrate on making you come. I place my hands on your hips and pull you closer, deeper, I want to take in as much of you as I can.

Deep, slow, hard. Then soft nibbles and licks. I start cupping you again in my hand, massaging you, squeezing gently, tugging. I can hear you breathing harder, moaning more. I take my mouth off you and start stroking you quickly. “Come on baby, come for me,” I urge you. “Look at me. I love this. I love making you feel amazing. Excited. Horny. I love knowing you’re bursa merkez escort going to come all over me. I love knowing that I’m going to lick you clean afterwards.”

You groan again, “Baby” is all you manage. I put just the tip of you in my mouth, sucking hard and doing a twisty, stroking motion with my hand. My tongue slips lower to lick that sensitive area, softly at first, then harder. I’m getting so turned on, my panties are soaked and I’m squirming. “I’m gonna come, baby,” you gasp and pull back.

I keep holding you and licking now from bottom to top like an ice cream cone. Long, big licks with short fast strokes. “Come, lover” I coo between sucks. You moan one last time and then come with a hard shudder.

You look like you’re about to fall over, so I swap places with you on the chair. You lean your head back, close your eyes and place your hand on my head. Leaning forward, I continue stroking you for a short while and lick you clean, as I promised. Then you pull me up into your arms and wrap them around me.

We lay tangled together in the chair for a few minutes, breathing heavily, and then I tug you up. “You’re not done yet, lover,” I say.

“More?”

“Yep. Didn’t that note card have

written on it?”

“Yes,” you draw out, “how many more are there?”

“Oh, just two more, but until you find the next one, you’re still on OBEY mode. Sooooo, unbutton my sundress.”

“Gladly!” You start unbuttoning, brushing your fingers and hands over my aching breasts. I try to control my breathing, but you can tell I’m turned on. Finally you slip the dress off my shoulders and down my arms trapping them against the sides of my body. You grin wickedly at me, stroking your fingers up and down my cleavage, leaning down and nuzzling them with your face.

“Kiss them,” I gasp.

You lean closer, placing soft kisses on the upper part of my chest, nibbling soft bites, laving with your tongue to soothe and then sliding over to a new place. This continues for an indeterminate amount of time, days, weeks, years…I have no idea until you tug me to my feet, turn me around and start to unhook my bra.

While you’re kissing the back of my neck, and working on those hooks, I reach into my bra and pull out a second note card. You look over my shoulder as I’m pulling it out and I can feel you laughing silently. As you unhook the last clasp my bra falls to the floor and my breasts tumble free into my waiting hands. You reach around me and pluck the note from my fingers. It says

.

“I love you,” I say.

“I love you,” you reply.

“Open it” I give one last order.

First, you turn me back around to face you and you hold my face in your hands and kiss me soundly. Then you open the note. And grin. Of course I already know what it says, but you show it to me anyway.

In the same block lettering it says MAKE ME BEG.

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A Roadtrip in to an Erogenous Zone

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Carla, the ex-wife and I are still friendly. Even better she’s still up for the occasional down and dirty hook-up. She owns an interest in and manages a couple of local dive bars. She maintains the majority owner is an OK guy, other than his occasionally becoming this penny-pinching, purse strings clutching ogre. He can drive her absolutely bat shit crazy. But then, at least in my opinion that’s one monumental understatement.

Sometimes I get the call. Usually all I have to do is listen, make soothing noises, and if I’m lucky take her mind off things with a good hard fuck. However, that wasn’t the case last time around. I listened alright and even made the appropriate noises, only I made them from the passenger’s seat of Carla’s Porsche Boxster as we raced Northward, up the coast on Highway one. And, we didn’t get around to that good hard fuck until the middle of that road trip. It was worth the wait.

I took the call on a Thursday evening. An irate Carla, spitting and yowling like an aggrieved cat barely managed a yowled “It’s me,” before she was off on a rant. I started to pay attention when I heard “The fucking cheap-skate finally got tired of my bitching; and then, like no shit he practically ordered me to take the weekend off.” She paused, and I jumped in.

“Unreal,” I exclaimed. “Don’t tell me; you’re planning to run-off for a wild weekend of sex with one of your boy-toys. No, wait; maybe it’ll be with one of your pussy-munching gal-pals,” I teased.

“Asshole” was the Ex’s instantaneous rejoinder. But then, she followed that up with a half-snarled “Well if you’re up for it, which means if you’re up for keeping me distracted, throw a change of clothes in a bag. Be ready bucko! Just let me get this fucking Bar closed, dash home, pack a bag, and oh Hell yes, I’ll be by to pick you up!” So of course, I was already thinking road trip when she said “What I’m thinking is a run up the coast and then maybe up in to the hills above Santa Barbara. Something like that; butt, who the fuck knows?”

Where didn’t matter much to me. After all, any somewhere would have a Hotel, or at least a Motel, which meant a bed and the chance to get Carla naked and horizontal. So of course, I quickly declared “Road trip, well yeah, I’m always up for a road trip!”

In College, for my crowd of party-minded crazies anyway, the road trip became a somewhat hallowed tradition. Sometimes it was nothing more than a beer fueled run through one canyon or another, perhaps with a moonlit snipe hunt on tap. Then again, sometimes it was a run up the hill for a visit to one of the local mountain resorts. And, when wild and crazy was the call there were runs south, across the Mexican border in to Tijuana. Best of all though were the frequent last minute calls for a run across the desert, destination Las Vegas. Wherever; its viva the road trip!

It was a couple of hours later, but the squeal of brakes and the blare of her Porsche’s horn announced Carla’s arrival. Better believe it, I was ready. She popped the trunk and I tossed in my overnight bag. And, as I settled in to a cloud of pot scented smoke she pushed a fat joint in to my hand. Not wanting to appear overly eager I sucked down a hit before reaching for her. We kissed, hot, heavy, and quick. And then, without a word she was burning rubber and we were on the road. Bummer, but no one whooped road trip, oh well!

We worked our way through the nightmare of Los Angeles traffic, caught US-1 and headed north. Mostly, and I’m sure not complaining, but we ran North in a comfortable silence. Three plus hours and a second joint later we were winding our way up along Route 154 and for no particular reason towards Santa Maria. Breakfast was on my mind as I read off the results of my online search. I got to the listing for Santa Maria’s Holiday Inns Suites. “Suites,” barked a tired, and yeah grumpy sounding Carla. “There’s going to be a mini-bar and that works for me,” she declared before demanding directions.

We checked-in and two Tequila minis later I had Carla naked. Too bad she was comatose and snoring softly. But then, we did sleep-in, right through breakfast; and then, on past lunch. So, it was mid-afternoon when I called room service.

Carla sat, her long legs stretched out on the room’s sofa leafing through a stack of “Things to do” brochures when breakfast arrived. And, she hadn’t bothered to dress, which of course didn’t appear to bother the guy setting out our long overdue breakfast. He did sneak in quick glances, something far less dangerous than the alternative. Then, when what I knew was anything but a casual shift left bare laser smooth pussy exposed, the poor guy’s next sneaky peek lingered. Why not; after all, in anyone’s book Carla rates a long appreciative look.

The Ex is a tallish, long legged, green-eyed, raven haired woman with a lean curvy body, a year-round whole body tan, and a cock-hardening smile. She turned that smile loose as she rose gracefully from the sofa. She padded over, ignoring a bowl of granola eskort bayan gorukle and fruit as she snatched a strip of bacon from my plate. Then, as she nibbled, utterly shameless and having read his name tag she introduced herself. “Hi Paul, I’m Carla and the guy with the big grin is my sometimes boyfriend Doug. And here’s the thing Paul, we’re bored. OK, and actually I’m horny, bored, and curious.” What does she have in mind, I wondered. And, I wasn’t sure whether to be disappointed or relieved when all she did was ask a blushing Paul if Santa Maria had a sex shop. Paul said there was, still ogling Carla as he gave me directions. The unlucky guy didn’t get “Lucky,” but he did get a big tip.

We tucked in, and while I ate my downsized breakfast, I listened attentively as Carla told me what would make her happy. So, later, as she worked in a workout in the Hotel’s gym, I was downtown perusing the shelves of Santa Maria’s one and only sex shop. While she hadn’t come right out and said it, I know my ex. She was both horny and bored; so, I was on the hunt for more than a kinky medley of sex toys. But, even knowing she would happily settle for an open-minded boy-toy, what were the odds on my coming up with a playmate of either sex? Seriously, she should have gone herself.

For the unlucky guy from room service it had been a case of wrong place-wrong time. As for me, well I should have bought a lottery ticket. That sex shop didn’t sell them, but there was this cute but distracted sales girl named Lori. And, if Lori hadn’t been busy texting and ignoring a needy customer, I wouldn’t have met Cindy. And if Cindy hadn’t asked “Why that one,” I wouldn’t have wound up telling her just why I had picked out the gleaming purple dildo harness dangling from my hand. But, I did, and Lori who had overheard got interested.

Cindy considered her options, and I considered the possibilities. Well, rejection being much more explainable than a mere lack of balls, I went for it. And, never mind all the times she had declined some customer’s tacky proposition, to my utter surprise not only did Lori fail to blow off my nervously delivered invitation to a “Friendly three-way,” she responded with what sounded to me like an enthusiastic “Well…maybe!” Yeah, well it couldn’t have hurt that by then I had sold Cindy on, not just a harness, but a pair of dildos, two silver bullet vibrators, and a bottle of lube. An hour or so later, Lori rang up the same for me, only grinning shyly when I tossed in a pair of soft leather wrist restraints. Then, having hesitantly agreed to give Carla a call, and then having talked things over with her, her shift over, Lori and I headed for that Holiday Inn suite.

The suite’s lights were on and music played. So, I figured Carla was back from the gym. I paused in the entryway, wondering just what sort of dramatic, over the top entry the Ex had planned. For starters, Lori and I were overdressed.

Lori had on a short black leather mini-skirt and an emerald green Cami. And, by then I already knew there was a killer ass hiding under that short leather skirt. Lori’s shoulder length hair was a sun streaked blonde. Like Carla her eyes were green. She was tan, and as I would learn, tan all over. But, by then I would be ogling a tantalizingly sexy pair of firm provocatively upturned breasts, areola and thick rigidly jutting nipples both dark as milk chocolate against that tan. Was she a natural blonde? There turned out to be a lack of evidence. And, I never got around to asking.

Carla strode in from the bedroom. She stopped, struck a pose, and oh my God, there should have been a spotlight. Her green eyed stare leveled squarely on Lori, she smiled, her grin seductive and dangerous. She stood there at ease, hip-shot, her hands behind her back. And, she was just utterly heart-stoppingly sexy, topless, a pair of filmy black silk harem style pants barely clinging to her hips. “Doug was right,” she purred. “You’re gorgeous… and you’re overdressed!”

Almost, but not quite frozen in place, Lori cocked her head to one side and blew out a long slow breath. It almost hid her “Ooh, wow!”

Time slowed, and for an eternity silence ruled. Then, after a low and throaty chuckle, Carla suggested “Doug honey, why don’t you help Lori to, well, get more comfortable?”

Afraid of tripping over my tongue, I skipped the unnecessary “On it.” But, I did collect the small back pack Lori had dropped by the door. I dropped it and the bag of sex toys I’d been carrying on one of the suite’s mini-sofas.

Lori, who had followed me, stood there matching stares with Carla. And, seeing as how it was still my move, I stepped around behind her. Reaching around, I caressed the soft silky smooth of her midriff as I prepared to pull her shimmery cami top up and off over her head. And, when I did, it was Carla’s turn to suck in a softly gasped “Ooh!” Lori arched her head back invitingly, but I was already cupping what sure felt like 34-C’s in my hands. My thumbs flicked over mudanya escort hard aroused nipples, while my lips danced teasingly over an ear.

I knew it had to be killing her, but Carla just stood there looking mesmerized as she slowly swirled the tip of her tongue over wetly glistening lips. Then, when she didn’t step in, I dropped to my knees. I almost made Lori’s panties my next target. And, maybe it would have driven the Ex right up the fucking wall. Yeah maybe; but, I reached for her skirt’s zipper. Down came the zipper, and down came the skirt. It joined the back pack, cami, and bag of goodies on the sofa. That left me with a lacy red thong to deal with. And, with it, I took my time.

Lori waited, nearly naked, her hands clasped behind her back. My fingers were hooked in her thong’s lacy waistband. Then, as I teased soft feathery kisses across each of her bare, sweetly rounded ass cheeks, she panted out sharp quick gasps. I began to work her thong down, all the while teasing the flicking tip of my tongue down that sweet ass’s cleft. I looked up and in to Carla’s eyes, eyes smoldering with barely restrained desire. It worked for me, so as I continued to slide that thong downward, kisses and my caressing tongue followed. And then, when I had Lori naked it was all I could do not to pull her around and bury my face between her thighs. But, it would have been the wrong move, dangerous too!

It was Carla’s move, or so I had it figured. But, as I stood there, slowly shaking my head it was Lori who broke the silence. “You know it’s not fair,” she challenged without even a hint of pout. “I mean, I’m naked; and well, you’re not!” I knew Lori hadn’t been talking to me; after all, just then I was nothing more than a handy tool.

“Well then,” I heard Carla growl. “Why don’t you do something about it?”

Lori used up an absolute universe of time divesting Carla of those silky harem pants. She knelt, working them down one inch at a time, one side at a time. I’m pretty sure she kissed every inch of freshly exposed skin too. Those pants came off and Carla was naked. Going for it, with her busy hands exploring the exquisite curves of Carla’s ass, she slowly and seductively licked and kissed her way up and down a pair of conveniently well-spread thighs. Then, her upturned face was between those thighs, and Carla was gasping explosive oohs.

On the phone Lori had told my Ex she’d never been with a woman; so, I knew what Carla meant when she growled a breathy “Liar!” When Lori didn’t answer the challenge, Carla chuckled. And then, calculatingly opening herself up to Lori’s questing tongue, she swung a foot up and settled it on her shoulder. I’d watched my Ex work that position, riding more than one lover’s tongue to a loud, sometimes exaggeratedly theatrical orgasm. This time, wanting to do more than play spectator, I quickly undressed. Unfortunately, that left me the only one aware of the new tool in the game, a hot, fully erect, iron hard cock ready and eager to join in the fun.

Where the fun was, was where the ladies were. So, I ambled over, stepped up behind Carla, the hot hard length of my cock pressing in to the smooth silky cleft of her ass as I reached for her tits. And, after my nipple pinching fingers had torn a couple of yelped yes’s out of her, I let my cock slip down and between her thighs. I had to bend my knees, and even then I could only push a couple inches of cock in to her pussy’s wet heat. It wouldn’t do, and couldn’t last. But, I could wait. Sure I could; but only because I really didn’t want to interfere with Lori’s clit teasing tongue. So, I amused myself by jabbing short twisting thrusts in to my ex. A few of those jabs skipped past the Ex’s slippery opening, sliding right on past Lori’s tongue and on in to her mouth. No one called me on it; but yeah, some of those misses were intentional. And yes; knowing Lori could taste Carla on my cock added a tantalizingly wicked thrill. Even better, I told myself. Soon enough, with any luck she’ll be getting the taste of precum too. Anyway, Lori’s tongue and my lunging half-thrusts quickly had Carla moaning yeses. And, she sure wasn’t talking to me as her screams ordered “Do it, do it, do it!”

The Ex liked it; well, sometimes she liked it. So, with that first orgasm shuddering through her, I caught a fistful of hair and forcefully pulled her head back. I could only push a couple inches in to her, but I was rotating my hips and fucking her hard when I felt her pussy liquefy and go molten. I held back, hoping Carla wouldn’t try for seconds. Uh-huh, so imagine my relief when she gasped an insistent “Harder!” Why; simple, because even more than I wanted to pound hard cock in to my gasping Ex, I couldn’t wait to pull out and cum in Lori’s mouth.

No need to read my mind; nope, Carla knew me. So, it was a teammate who batted my hand aside, laughing as she pivoted and spun away. She didn’t go far quickly stepping back in, actually kissing me as Lori’s soft lips slithered slowly bursa evi olan escort down, finally stopping clamped around my fully engulfed cock’s base. And then, Carla was behind her, hands gently securing her head, laughing again as she squealed a challenging “Do it Doug, oh God yes, fuck her mouth!”

It wasn’t my fault. No really, holding back was out of the question. Naturally; I mean of course the lady liked having her mouth fucked, even by some half-crazed guy apparently intent on repeatedly planting seven inches of hard cock eight inches deep in her throat. Anyway, it was a short fuck. Yeah, and who cared? I didn’t; after all, the head of my dick was in Lori’s throat when it erupted cum. Even better, Carla’s firm hold made sure every one of my hard deep follow up thrusts sent another spurt splashing straight in to that throat.

Her job done, and her timing perfect, Carla danced away, clapping as she whooped “OK, and now it’s Lori’s turn!”

Lori whooped “Woowoo,” and then she began to laugh. I was left shaking my head as I helped her to stand. I mean, just what was so fucking funny anyway? But then, being sort of captivated by the smudge of cum glistening on her cheek, I didn’t much care. And, it sure didn’t keep me from kissing her. Pretty much blowing my mind she wrapped her arms around my neck, whispered “Thank you,” and then damn near scalded my lips with a thoroughly wicked kiss.

Carla barked “Come on-come on,” and Lori spun out of my arms. But, Lori had yelped. So, maybe it was because the Ex had cracked a wicked swat off her bare ass. Whatever, Carla had the bag of sex toys in one hand, easily dodging Lori’s counterattack as she declared “Move it you two; there’s a bed, and I have plans for it!”

In the bedroom, and after a wisecracking “Lie down, this won’t hurt a bit,” Carla jabbed a finger at the rooms king-size bed. Obviously she wasn’t talking to me, so I got out of the way. I wound up watching from the foot of the bed, where I stared at Lori’s deliberately and ostentatiously exposed pussy. I mean, the ballsy hottie’s legs were spread wide leaving bare wetly glistening pussy utterly and shamelessly exposed. Still, my eyes were busily multitasking. That meant I somehow caught Carla pulling the bigger purple dildo out of the bag and then slip it in to the shiny purple harness. Then, in a move I didn’t expect, after huffing out a theatrical sigh, instead of strapping it on she tossed it on to the nightstand. Not getting it, all I could do was shrug as I watched her add the smaller dildo, the lube, and the two silver bullet vibrators to a growing pile. Then, I thought I got it. At least it made more sense when she held up the soft leather wrist restraints and whooped “Ooh yeah, this works!”

My Ex was holding those leather restraints as I watched her climb on to the bed. She knelt straddling one of Lori’s thighs. I stayed put, thankful for the mirrored closet doors. Not only did I get a look at Carla’s laser bright lust powered stare, I had two views of her knee doing an erotic dance up between her panting playmate’s thighs. Fuck no, it wasn’t Envy; but, it was a serious case of unadulterated lust fueled desire. I mean so what if Lori’s hot wet pussy was slip-sliding over the Ex’s knee instead of my face? I could be patient, and anyway, I really didn’t mind playing spectator.

Spectate I did, watching as Lori writhed, grinding against Carla’s gyrating knee. Her eyes were scrunched shut and she was whimpering soft moans of pleasure. So, she didn’t see Carla toss me the leather restraints. But, those eyes popped open when Carla leaned in and caught her wrists. Then, when the Ex stretched to pin Lori’s wrists above her head, leaving the Ex’s pussy exposed, distended labia peeled back from an unmistakably just fucked vagina, all I could do was groan. So, while Carla ravaged Lori’s mouth with passion powered kisses, I briefly fantasized about all the wondrous things I could have been doing to the Ex’s spectacularly exposed pussy. Busily indulging her own fantasy, Carla sat back, still on her knees and still straddling Lori’s wet, pussy slickened thigh. And her growled “Leave them right there,” left no doubt about what she meant.

Lori lay stretched out hands above her head as my grinning Ex hissed “Their now, all you have to do is cum!” And then, when she reached down to roughly drive a pair of fingers in to her expectant playmate’s pussy; well, I wasn’t the only one who sucked in a sharp gasp. Those fingers began to piston, slow, and then faster. And, all I could do was watch, fascinated as Carla’s wickedly twisting rapid-fire penetrations left her fingers drenched and damn near dripping.

Lori’s hands stayed put even as she began to buck. Her hips rocked-up, her gasped pants audible as she took Carla’s plunging fingers deep. Then, those pistoning fingers began to slow, still rotating as Carla began to work Lori’s clit over with a fast circling thumb. She likes doing a woman one-handed, and it wasn’t my first time watching her do it either. I’d just never seen her skip the tease. But, like maybe she thought there was a prize for quick, she just flat out took Lori. Anyway, while I watched and listened Lori exploded in to a back-bowing orgasm, her second one so loud I briefly, very briefly worried about Hotel Security.

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