A Virgin’s Awakening Ch. 1

A Virgin’s Awakening Ch. 1

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Beauty

It was a comment from a stranger in a BDSM chatroom that started the whole thing. She’d been lurking in chatrooms for months now, drawn to the lurid discussions of acts straight out of her fantasies. She never spoke up herself, though, still not really believing that there were so many others “like” her.

With each passing day she became more impatient with herself, however. Reading the discussions in chatrooms was good, always leaving her wet and ending with powerful orgasms as she was unable to be in a room long before beginning to masturbate. But in a corner of her mind a need was growing to actually experience the things she was vicariously participating in.

Then one night a guy in the chatroom asked if anyone was planning on attending the Silk Blade convention. The conversation became animated as people began discussing the event. She learned that it was an annual convention attracting about 2,000 BDSMers, that they had dungeons set up with all kinds of equipment, there was a slave auction, and classes of all kinds.

This was the spark that finally inflamed her imagination to the point where she did something spontaneous. She went to the tuzla escort Silk Blade website and, before she could change her mind, registered for the convention. It was expensive, so she knew that once done, she couldn’t afford to back out.

The next month passed as an agonizingly slow blur, at times seeming like the day would never come, and yet at other times terrifying her with how rapidly it seemed to be approaching.

A week before the convention she got an email from a submissive local to her who was also attending the convention and they started a dialogue. They decided to meet for coffee and it went well – although the fact that the only person she’d know at the convention was someone she’d only spent an hour over coffee with did nothing to calm her nerves.

It wasn’t until she’d actually checked into her hotel room that the enormity of what she was doing really hit her. She was in a strange town, by herself, in a hotel full of sadists and masochists. What would be going on outside the confines of her room? Who were these people who attended BDSM conventions?

It took her a few hours, but she finally realized that she göztepe escort had paid too much money and invested too much emotion into this trip to chicken out now. She forced herself into the shower and got dressed in a very short black miniskirt and black tank top with thigh highs and heels, and forced herself out of the hotel room.

The dungeon in the hotel where she was staying (there was more than one hotel and more than one dungeon) was called the Exploratorium. From the convention literature she knew that it was a dungeon set up with areas for different kinds of scenes – flogging or wax play, rope bondage or mummification. Each area was designed as a learning station, with someone there to explain things.

When she walked in it was still quite early by dungeon standards – about 8pm. It was quiet, only a handful of people wandering around. She looked around her, taking in her first view of a BDSM “dungeon”. It actually looked remarkably like a hotel convention room with various pieces of furniture placed throughout, most of which she couldn’t name.

While laughing to herself at her slight disappointment that it didn’t look like üsküdar escort a medieval dungeon with lichen covered stones, she began walking around.

She was drawn to an area where a man was explaining, with his back to her, about the difference between thuddy and stingy impact play to an attractive girl. He offered to demonstrate the difference to the girl and turned around, and she was struck by the beauty and intensity of his eyes. She stood there mesmerized by him for several minutes, unnoticed as he proceeded with his demonstration.

She finally managed to pull herself away, but only because she knew if she stood there too much longer he would notice her, and she was far too skittish to actually talk with him.

She wandered around the dungeon, watching various demonstrations, jumping like a frightened cat every time someone noticed her and spoke to her. By 10pm she was overloaded and exhausted by all she’d seen and decided that she could, in good conscience, say that she’d successfully experienced enough for the night.

She headed back to her hotel room and spent a long time laying in bed, thinking about what she’d seen and heard and fantasizing about what the man with the beautiful blue eyes might do to her with his floggers and whips. When she finally fell asleep it was deep and untroubled. The weekend had barely begun, but she’d already begun to sense that she’d finally come “home”.

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Approach

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Amateur

I’d love to approach you at a masquerade, masks on, no identities revealed and simply let lust flow, pushing us against a wall as we ravish each other’s lips on a hot torrid kiss, my hands roaming your body as I press you against the wall, my hands sliding up your soft form so that they can cup luscious breasts as my lips detour to your ear to nibble, lick and suck before heading towards your neck to do the same. Littering your soft skin with lust bites aplenty as I show my desire through my actions without nary a word.

I’d let one hand slide down the soft material of your corset until it reaches the hem of your skirt. My fingers toying with the idea of simply sliding underneath. I instead opt to simply tease your mind by keeping my hand right where it is, caressing you through soft material as my lips capture yours again, my free hand taking both of your hands and holding them above your head, making you vulnerable to my every touch. I eventually slide my lips lower and lower on your body, kissing the tops of each breasts before kissing down the valley between them until I reach one of the knots keeping your corset together.

I give a single pull with my teeth and it becomes looser on your body.

I do the same with the rest of the knots before kissing you again. Your corset sliding off your body and against the wall my chest pressed against your breasts as I hold you vulnerable still.

My lips travel lower on your body trailing kisses the entirety of the trip until they reach your breasts. Without hesitation I take a nipple between my lips and suck on it greedily and desirably, my tongue coiling itself around it as I suadiye escort continue to play with the hem of your skirt. I unwrap my tongue as I begin to nibble on it and I begin flicking the top with my tongue as I pull on them lightly using my teeth. My hand finally travels below your skirt and finds itself underneath an intruding thong. With a single finger I start to you with your slit, up and down slowly. Every time I reach the top I run a small circle around your clit before continuing.

I let your hands free as I use my now free hand to caress and massage the other soft tit. Pinching and pulling at your nipple as I continue the exquisite teasing with my tongue.

Your moans get louder and we’re lucky the music is high and the crowd is talkative, or else attention would be drawn to the shadowy corner where we are.

I finally decide to end your torture and slip a single finger inside of your flower. Using my middle finger to explore the depths of your steamy pussy. I wiggle it around as I run my thumb over your clit in small, speedy circles. My finger finds the slightly abrasive area of skin inside of you underneath your clit and I sandwich your g-spot and clit between my fingers, rubbing in alternate directions as I nibble on your nipples alternatively. I start to slide my finger in and out like a piston, adding another one as I continue rubbing against your pleasure centre with my thumb

I feel you’re wet enough for the main event and immediately turn you over so that you’re facing the wall, with your breasts pressed against it and your ass, beautiful as it is, thrust out towards me. I unzip my pants yakacık escort and though you never see it you can feel my hard throbbing cock hit against your back with a heavy smack. I grip your hand and let you feel my rod, placing it in your palm as you wrap your fingers around it. Or at least try to before you realise they can’t reach fully around.

I allow you to stroke it as I lower your skirt and rip your panties off if your body. Lining up my cock with your wet hot core as I press it in slowly as to tease you.

Inch after inch slides inside of you.

1…

2…

3…

4…

5…

6…

7…

And then after an inch more my hips are against the soft curve of your ass, my cock sheathed fully into your steamy cunt.

I grab two firm handfuls of your luscious ass as I use them for leverage as I slowly begin to fuck you. Thrusting nearly the entire way out, before slamming back in with a hard thrust that echoes throughout the crowded hall, blending in with the sound of the music around us as I simply take you, with brutal thrusts.

I massage the globes of your ass greedily as I continue my domination of your body. If people looked close enough all they’d see is a woman being taken hard against the wall, but your luck seems to be good as no one has bothered to.

I lift a hand off your ass as I continue fucking you deeply. Then I bring it down for a meaty smack that leaves your ass a bright cherry red.

Not once do I pause in my thrusting as I spank your ass. In fact I go deeper and harder then before.

I press my body against yours fully pressing şerifali escort my lips against your ear and taking the love in my mouth to nibble on as I thrust you seemingly into the wall. A hand leaves your ass and rubs against your clit quickly, in the same small circles as before. The only difference is that my cock is many times larger than my finger and you’re learning that first hand as I dominate you.

I thrust faster into your pussy and faster until I’m a veritable jack hammer inside of you. You can feel me throbbing deep inside of you. Stretching the walls of your pussy with each thrust, ruining you for other men.

Owning your body with my own through pure pleasure.

My thrusts are wild inside of you bringing myself to orgasm quickly inside your tight pussy. I pinch at your clit bringing you there with me as I thrust ever harder inside of you.

You cum in a torrent, the soft walls of your pussy contracting and squeezing every inch of my cock as you scream and moan and whither in my grasp.

The pleasure becomes too much for me as I quickly exit your pussy and squat you down, jacking my cock that you can now see the full extent of, until it spurts out stream after stream of hot fresh cum over your chest. Coating you in a fresh coat of white.

Without another word I reach into my pocket, pull out a card, and drop it by your feet, straightening myself out before leaving you, a cum covered mess, half naked and well fucked in the shadowy corner.

–

My reprieve is broken by a hearty slap on the back by a friend. Faking attentiveness with a chuckle I gaze the room again.

My eyes fall on your form, the green corset like a lusty beacon in the fog that is the crowd, and I jump slightly as you give a meek wave when you notice my gaze.

Excusing myself from my acquaintances I make my way through the crowd in your direction…

~ Fin

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CD Soapstar Ch. 01

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Blowjob

It was a small part on the popular soap opera ‘Yellow Rose Of Texas’, but after two seasons of playing Darla Dare, the well-tanned, 5’5″, absolutely gorgeous 24-year-old, with high cheekbones, big doe shaped baby-blue eyes, thick curly just below her shoulders length platinum-blonde hair, and an overripe 38EE-28-34 hourglass figure that her plaid cowboy shirt, skintight blue jeans and black cowboy boots hugged like a second skin, but Todd Waddle pulled off the role well and as far as everyone on the set was concerned he was starving actress Trixie LaRue. The pay for being a supporting actress was not great, but got him into television.

Darla was a waitress at the Moonlight Diner, which was owned and run by the main star, Ann Morgan, a 5’9″, very attractive, well-tanned, 45-year-old, with a slightly dimpled chin, big almond shaped golden-brown eyes, thick wavy to her shoulders brunette hair, and voluptuous 39EE-27-41 hourglass figure. At least once a week a good part of the show took place in the diner, it was where the main characters got together and Darla was the perfect eye candy for the male viewers, if they only knew the truth.

Since the plots usually revolved around the make believe town of Morganville and after twenty years on the show Ann had been married five times, and had a lot of friends and quite a few enemies, so about once a year she was either kidnapped, held hostage or someone tried to kill her, so when the escaped convicts decided to stop in the Moonlight Diner at closing time, during sweeps month, it was expected. It was also a chance for Darla Dare to shine as well.

Ann and Darla were grabbed by three desperate convicts and one was Ann’s third husband who wanted revenge and money to get to Bolivia with. The two buxom beauties were soon bound hand and booted feet with yards of rope and gagged with red bandanas. There were no real lines for the two captives, just a lot of muffled pleas for ‘Help!’, and struggling on camera. Darla made several efforts to get to the phone, only to be pulled away and slapped, a few good slaps on her tight denim clad derriere really got the male viewers going, the soap opera was the most popular amongst college students.

To keep the plot going poor Tracy Buxton, the 5’8″, very pretty, well-tanned, 22-year-old, actress, with a round face, big doe shaped blue-gray eyes, thick straight to the middle of her back honey-blonde hair, and a very firm, but shapely 38DD-24-38 hourglass figure her tight white riding breeches, shiny black riding boots, and red knit sweater hugged like a second skin walked in on the convicts early the next morning. She was soon bound and gagged on the diner floor next to Darla and Ann. To make things more interesting Tracy was married to the young police detective so the hostage situation got juicier.

The hostage scene an entire week plot, but the director, Derek Waters, the 6’2″, well-tanned, movie star handsome, 36-year-old, director/actor, with a strong chin, big hazel eyes, thick clean-cut dark brown hair and a chiseled 185 pound frame, his tight jeans, checkered shirt and brown cowboy boots hugged like a glove decided to film the diner scenes in one ten hour day, so the bondage would look more realistic, he was a stickler for such things. The three bound and gagged actresses tried to complain, but only garbled meows left their gagged mouths as the cameras rolled.

Darla and Ann soon became rather uncomfortable after six hours, and both had a big breakfast and three cups of coffee. Darla had another problem as well, it had been over three days since her last BM and she really needed to relive herself. She became more animated, which really pleased Derek. Ann soon blasted a few loud unladylike farts! Poor Tracy regretted taking a laxative that morning, but she had been backed up for four days!

Michael Valdez, the 5’7″, boyishly handsome, olive skinned, 25-year-old, with a smooth oval face, big kaynarca escort dark brown eyes, thick well-groomed black hair, and a very well-toned 150 pound frame that his tight red t-shirt, skintight white jeans, and black cowboy boots hugged almost obscenely, was on camera
and zoomed in on Tracy’s firm round riding breeches clad bottom. He felt his thick uncut 8″ cock get hard as the seat of the breeches turned a dark shade of chocolate-brown and the rancid odor filled the studio! He was ready to spurt man juice in his tight jeans as he got the smelly accident on film!

Tracy farted out a smelly, steamy, odorous, load of chocolate brown fudge, in her riding breeches! She wet herself with warm amber urine as the seat of her once snow white riding breeches ballooned out to the size of three eggplants! She had an uncontrolled series of orgasms as the last of her smelly fecal accident poured out of her once too full rectum! She wanted to crawl under a table and hide, but was too well bound and gagged.

Derek left Tracy in her messy state, for realism, although her loaded pants would not be shown on the final cut, but would certainly find its way to the homes of a few scat fans for money. He felt his thick circumcised 7″ penis struggle in his tight jeans as he looked at the attractive buxom blonde squirm with a huge load of crap in her riding breeches! He was certain that a few wealthy perverts would pay top dollar to see a future television star drop a huge smelly solid deposit in her pants. He planned to keep a copy of the accident for his own collection.

It took four takes to do the shootout, and by the third Darla soaked her tight jeans with warm yellow piss as she farted one time too many! She barely pushed out the very hot, smelly, 3″ in diameter, solid, shiny golden-brown, torpedo in her nude controltop pantyhose that she had to wear under her jeans, after all she had to conceal a very thick circumcised 9″ penis and pair of hairless plum sized balls! She had a climax as the warm pliable poop gathered between her balls and crept up her wide asscrack! The jeans were so tight the poop spread all over her buttcheeks and inner thighs and covered her throbbing cock! She swore she dumped five pounds of rancid smelling poops in her pants! The only good part about her big accident, and for a change it was a real accident, was that she didn’t have to worry about anyone seeing the outline of her erect cock in her jeans; it was buried under the huge deposit of feces!

Ann finally gave in; she knew Derek would keep shooting unless she had a nasty BM in her jeans. She grunted, pushed and farted out a very hot, smelly, very fat, semi-solid, load, of greenish-brown, fecal matter in her spandex jeans! She pissed in her stretchy jeans as more and more smelly poops gathered between her clean shaven vulva and wide upper asscrack! Unlike Darla who struggled with tight denim, Ann wore stretchy spandex jeans so the fecal deposit tented out to the size of five grapefruits as she had a series of intense climaxes! She acted up so Michael would get her on his camera, just as the police charged into the diner and captured the convicts!

The three actresses were finally released, and Tracy cursed up a storm! Ann quietly snuck into her private dressing room, while Darla grabbed her pocketbook and headed back to her studio apartment that was seven blocks away from the television studio. Trixie got so excited she had to stop along the way three times to climax and pee.

The sweeps ended and the ‘Yellow Rose of Texas’ was the top rated daytime soap opera for the third year in a row, which pleased the network and sponsors. The big surprise was how popular Trixie LaRue had become, especially with the college boys and truckers. The actress who played Ann Morgan wanted to take a few months to make a couple of made for TV movies and take a vacation, so the producers decided to have Trixie küçükyalı escort buy the diner from Ann and sent her on a long vacation.

Of course being a leading ‘Lady’ meant having a boyfriend, and not just any guy. Tracy’s boyfriend, Detective Buff Bullet, played by Terry Fontaine, the 5’8″, extremely, boyishly handsome, well-tanned, 25-year-old, soap star/ underwear model, with an oval face, big blue-gray eyes, thick wavy dirty-blonde hair and a smooth well-chiseled 155 pound frame his skintight jeans and t-shirts hugged almost obscenely, would be her man. That meant having an affair with a married man who had a jealous and suspicious wife. The actress who played Tracy was being written off of the show due to contract problems so they could have fun with this plot.

The plot started innocently enough, Darla called the police to investigate a burglary and soon after a cup of coffee and two donuts Buff put the moves on the busty, beautiful blonde. Darla felt Buff’s thick circumcised 8″ penis struggle in his tight white jeans, while her thick 9″ cock struggled between her controltop pantyhose clad legs! During the love scene Buff came in his tight jeans while kissing and hugging the very passable crossdresser, and like 99% of the people in the studio didn’t know actress Trixie LaRue was really Todd Waddle!

It got really dicey for Darla when he made stops at her apartment. She had to wear a nightgown and a very revealing one at that. She did some research and decided to surprise Derek the director with a very sexy leopard print baby doll nightie and a full-cut matching panty girdle and put a sanitary pad in front, since it was that time of month. The love scene was as intense as one could get for daytime TV and Buff again had a climax in his tight white bikini brief! Darla spurted in her panty girdle, but was lucky that the pad covered part of her male package and the semen stain was blamed on Buff, since he was behind her at the time!

Trixie was stunned that Terry asked her out to dinner. The producers were ecstatic when the news spread around the building. Terry was news already and a favorite in the gossip magazines, but Trixie was still a mystery actress, nothing was really known about her and with her about to date the writers had moved on from whether she had plastic surgery for her nose and boobs, they wanted to know where she was born, went to school and so on, and she wasn’t about to tell. The first three dates were anything but private or intimate. Terry was frustrated, but blamed the gossip writers and photographers for his lack of hitting a home run.

The romance got hot and heavy on the show and at the end of each episode; Ann would sit in her white Lexus and look at the silhouettes in Darla’s bedroom window.

Darla was about to get ready for work when Tracy ambushed her! The fight scene was short and nasty! Tracy shoved a balled up worn panty in Darla’s mouth and wrapped a pair of pantyhose over her full red lips. She tied the helpless buxom blonde’s well-manicured hands behind her back and her pencil thin ankles together with nude pantyhose that she grabbed from the dresser drawer, again Derek liked so-called realism on the show.

Like the last big hostage scene, Derek decided to do it in one day, and this plot was even longer, a seven episode bondage scene. He also took a few liberties with the coffee that some of the actors were drinking. He made sure Michael was on camera
.

Darla struggled on her bedroom floor bound and gagged in her red spandex leotard, nude tights, and white sneakers, with her hair pulled in a ponytail, she had just finished her exercises, Derek rewrote the exercise scene himself, it was better than her in a nightie, and one of his perverted friends paid for a big poop in a spandex leotard. Darla all of a sudden had to move her full bowels and pee, it had been over three days since her last BM and had sancaktepe escort a feeling she knew why the coffee had a chocolate taste! She screamed through her panty stuffed mouth in anger at Derek, while being filmed!

Tracy sat on the bed and talked to Buff on the phone, and looked down at her captive frequently, after all seeing a bound and gagged damsel on a soap opera spiked the ratings and the other network just had a murder so keeping the prettiest star of the show tied up and gagged on camera was a must!

Of course Derek needed more than one damsel to overtake a good murder, so had Ann stop by the apartment after a long run, to let Darla know she was back from vacation. The fact that both of her made for television movies tanked had a lot to do with the early return. Soon Tracy had Ann’s pretty mouth stuffed with a balled up leopard print panty girdle, a wide leopard print scarf was wrapped over her full pouty pink lips, her hands were secured behind her back with 3″ wide white medical tape, with her ankles secured with more wide white medical tape, she had on a black sports bra, yellow spandex pants and white sneakers. Ann agreed to do the scene only if she got part of the side money Derek would make selling the special scenes to his kinky friends, so had held in her full bowels for four days!

Like the last time, Derek became fussy and made Tracy and Buff do second and third takes, and had the heat turned up, so Ann and Darla would sweat and struggle on camera more, which they did. Michael got a lot of good close-ups.

Poor Darla soon surrendered and wet her leotard with warm yellow pee as she let loose one loud fart too many. A few members of the film crew giggled when they saw the hot, smelly, golden-brown mound grow in the seat of the red leotard! Darla could not seem to stop pooping as the warm pliable feces gathered between her tight hairless balls and wide upper asscrack! She climaxed intensely as the last of the basketball sized fecal deposit settled in her leotard and ruined pantyhose! She hoped her manhood stayed hidden in the pile of fresh hot odorous poops!

Buff showed up to rescue his new girlfriend! Derek made them do five takes to get the entrance right. Ann finally lost control and pissed in her yellow spandex pants and soon growled like a hungry bear! She pushed out a hot, thick, solid, pungent smelling, copper-brown, turd in between her clean shaven pelvic area to her wide upper asscrack! She really acted up so Michael would get a few good shots of her three overripe melon sized poopload! She had a few nice climaxes as the hot poop covered her quaking clit lips!

Buff finally burst into the apartment and Tracy tried to stab him with a kitchen knife only to fall out of the second floor window. Of course to cover the show’s bases Tracy’s body was not found, just in case they did come up with a contract later on.

Ann waddled to her dressing room, while Trixie a new star still didn’t have a private dressing area, she shared it with Tracy. It was very late, she had been bound and gagged for eleven hours and spent four of them with a load of smelly shit in her leotard. She accepted Michael’s offer to drive her home.

By the time they got to her apartment she was aroused and he was beyond excited. They kissed and necked in the apartment like a couple of young teenagers and when Michael felt her hard cock in her pooped in pantyhose he could even hotter! He inched down the sexy transvestite’s pantyhose and sucked her shitty hard cock! Trixie was in love and came in her lover’s willing mouth!

Michael stood in just his red bikini brief and pulled out his erect cock and let his new ‘girlfriend’ suck it as he relaxed his sphincter muscles and pooped! Trixie sucked even harder as the pile of soft, smelly, steamy, caramel colored, fudge poured out of his asshole and formed into a football sized pile between his smooth muscular legs! He had a wonderful orgasm in Trixie’s luscious mouth.

Trixie and Michael spent two days together in the studio apartment. Trixie turned back into Todd they still had sex together, both oral and anal. Michael was completely smitten with the soap opera star and Trixie was in love too.

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Short: The Lobby

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Your eyes drifted to me once more. You had made it through cocktail hour, and dinner, but now it was dessert, and I knew your patience was wearing thin. The speeches were starting soon, and once they did, we would be locked into our seats for the duration. I met your gaze, and opened my legs under the long table cloth. As per your request, I wasn’t wearing any panties and the slit for my dress was obscenely high. You didn’t any further invitation; your hand whispered over my thigh, gripping the inside of it in a claiming way. You dug yours nails in just slightly, just enough to cause a tingle of pain. My eyes slid closed briefly at the sensation. Your fingers danced up my thigh until they found my curls. Wet. A satisfied smile curved you lips. And then your hand was gone.

My eyes searched yours until they found the answer. You offered me your hand to help me up. As we made our way out of the room slowly so we didn’t draw attention to ourselves, you hand stayed on the small of my back. When we reached the hallway, though, you gripped the back of my neck, making sure I knew who I belonged to. You pulled me closer to your body, kissing the side of my head, your fingers massaging my neck. I knew we weren’t going to make back to our room.

You lead me over to a dark corner in the lobby and pushed me against the wall. It fikirtepe escort was late at night and so the lobby was empty save for the receptionist at the other end. But the lobby was big and had a water feature that echoed loudly. Glancing around briefly to make sure we were well hidden, you pulled my udders out of my low cut dress. I gasped, but your hand covered my mouth in anticipation of that. Your mouth latched on to one udder, sucking hard. My hands ran over the front of your suit pants, feeling your semi hard cock lengthen. I eased your zipper down until your cock sprang free.

You pulled away, and with a hand on top of my head, forced me to my knees. With the wall behind me, there was no where for me to go, so you slid your cock as deep as you wanted. I gagged at first because I was unprepared, but I got it under control quickly. You pushed your cock all the way into my mouth and throat, until your balls rested against my chin. You stroked my hair and smiled down at me as you watched me begin to struggle from lack of air. You kept your cock there a little longer until you knew I was really beginning to panic, and then you took mercy on me.

Your hands gripped my hair, pulling me against your stomach as you began to fuck my mouth. There was nothing I could do except take every deep hard thrust gebze escort of your cock that you gave me. Your balls slapped my chin over and over. Suddenly you pushed my head away and back against the wall. You gripped your balls and began to feed them into my mouth. You knew it was always a goal of mine to fit both of them in, so you tried to stretch my mouth around them both. My tongue licked them, while I gently sucked. Your spit covered cock bobbed against my face as I worshipped your big balls, pre cum beginning to drip from the tip.

When you had had enough, you helped me stand up. The high slit came in handy as it you flicked my dress out of the way. You undid your belt and let you pants fall around your ankles. Cupping the back of my thigh, you encouraged me to wrap my leg around you. Your cock fit snuggly against my cunt when I did. With some slight shifts, you were nestled deep inside my sopping wet pussy. I gasped, hiding my face in your neck to cover the sound. Your hand landed on my ass in a warning spank.

Your gripped my ass tightly, probably leaving finger marks as you started with long deep thrusts. My tight cunt clenches your cock like a fist, and you knew I was ready to go off. All it would take is you letting me.

You lasted longer than I expected with the slow controlled thrusts. içerenköy escort But soon passion took over and we were gripping each other tightly, holding on to the edge as you fucked my cunt deep and hard and fast. You moved my dress strap out of the way and your teeth sank into my collarbone. I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips, which earned me another harder smack on my ass. You gripped my hair, pulling my head back, as your grip on my ass tightened, effectively holding me in place while you drove up into me.

My orgasm sat just out of my reach. You had told me earlier that I wasn’t allowed to cum without permission today, so I was fighting not to. My cunt fluttered around your cock, edging closer to my release.

“Please Sir. Please may I cum? Please fill me with your cum. Breed me, Sir, please. I need to be filled with your cum.” I panted in your ear. Your response was to grip me tighter and plow up into my eager cunt chasing your own orgasm.

With a final grunt, you slammed up into me right against my cervix opening and began to flood me. Your grip on my hair loosened and your hand fell to my shoulder, holding me down on your cock. You growled for me to cum, and instantly my body began to shake harder as my cunt clenches your cock, trying to milk more of your cum out of it and into my desperate cervix.

When you finished, you slid a plug you had stored in my purse into my cunt, damming it up and keeping your cum inside. I helped you straighten your suit and you helped me fixed my hair and we made our way back into the gala for the rest of the speeches.

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Running Blind

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Amateur

(Sequel to “Running on Empty”)

I was out running alone, at one of the city’s parks. It was the coldest night of the year – so far, I tell myself. My breath was getting shallow, but still put out healthy puffs of steam as I willed my legs to keep going. I knew it was going to be five degrees out, so I dressed for it. Nice and thick black runner’s pants, still skin tight but meant for winter running. My legs kept toasty and felt tight and fast, and the pants showed off some nice muscles for a guy with a desk job. The pants had long silvery reflective stripes that seemed to slide from my ankles all the way up the sides of my legs to my waist. I also wore a looser matching running jacket on over the Under Armour shirt clinging to my torso. I’m Batman, I laugh to myself.

This was my first year trying to run outside all winter. Friends told me I was insane for doing this, but none of them run. Sure, it’s harder than warm-weather running; the air stabs at your lungs, your breath freezes any protection you give your face against the cold, and your jaw aches as you start to thaw out after. But there’s something very satisfying I get from the run, and the bragging rights are nice. It’s gratifying to hear “Wow, you ran outside last night?” from someone who might be admiring your legs.

My left foot slipped on an icy patch – I caught myself before falling. It threw off my cadence but I recovered a few steps later. I shook my head at the voices within telling me that this is crazy. If I’m going to injure myself, at least it’s doing something I love.

It wasn’t long before I found my stride again, this time with a more careful eye on the ground. The warmth my body generated gave me a nice glow against the night’s cold. I could feel a few beads of sweat leaking from my skin, which were quickly slurped up by the dry air. I traded nods with the few other runners I pass on the trail; there’s a certain solidarity built into running that gets magnified under such extreme conditions. An acknowledgement of our membership in a strange runner’s union.

My breath was coming harder, shallower. I slowed to a jogging pace, and noted that I ran roughly a 5k that night. Time to call it and start my cool-down. In some ways walking isn’t as easy, but at least the body is still warm enough for a while to stave off the shivers. Shortly I noticed that someone else was not far behind, also walking.

“Good run?” he asked, trying not to freak me out.

I turn my head to see who’s speaking. I recognized him as one of the other runners I passed and slowed a little for him to catch up. He was an older guy, late 50s, so I didn’t feel endangered; I’ve always felt more at ease with maturity. “Yes, but hard on the lungs after a while.”

“The warm up is really important,” he smiled warmly. “Breathing is the biggest reason people drop out of winter running.”

I nodded. “What do you do for warm ups?”

“I start with some yoga inside. Put on my running pants and shirt so I can get them nice and warm, and do some postures that get the blood flowing. Soon as I feel right, I get out.”

“Don’t you cool off by the time you get here?”

“Nah, I live just off the park. Over there,” he pointed across the field.

“Convenient,” I said noncommittally. “I have to drive here.”

“Best place for a run, though. They keep this path pretty clear even after blizzards.” fatih escort

“That’s why I’m–” I yelled in pain and went down, grabbing my right calf.

Without saying a thing, he knelt down in the snow next to the leg I clutched. He tore off his gloves and I felt his hands slip between my claws and leg. I couldn’t relax the muscle, but his hands encircled my calf and began gently squeezing and kneading along its length. It took a minute, but the pain wasn’t nearly as bad with his hands there.

“You need some water,” he told me, helping me back to my feet. “I can tell from your leg that you’re used to running, but I don’t think you know how drying this air is.”

I nod, wincing with the next step. “I have some in the car.”

“My house is just over there. If you don’t feel weird about it, you can come over. And maybe I can help you out better with that cramp.”

We made our way to his house making small talk along the way – my mind raced with possibilities, scenarios ranging from the mundane just-a-glass-of-water-and-on-your-way to the tantalizing have-your-way-with-me. I figured I’d not assume any undertone to the offer… but, the way he held my calf…

I decided to test things a little. Halfway to his house, I stopped and leaned on a tree, putting all my weight on my left leg and moaning a little. He reached out. “Here, let me help. Put your arm around my shoulder.” We walked the rest that way, my arm around his shoulder and his arm around my waist.

It felt good, comfortable. Safe.

Once inside, he helped me limp to the sofa and brought me a glass of water from the kitchen. He sat down at the other end, patted his lap, and said, “Put your legs up and I’ll see what I can do for them.”

I laid back and his lovely hands did their magic on my sore calf. The soreness quickly dissolved, leaving only pleasure. I must have purred. He smiled, and his hands began working their way up to my thighs. My eyes closed. “You’re good at this,” I breathed, “really good.”

“I used to do sports massage. Good thing I still have the touch.”

“Oh, you do.”

“I could do more.”

“Yes?”

“These running clothes are in the way.”

I smiled wider. “I think we do something about that.”

“I was hoping we could.”

I opened my eyes. “Is there a more comfortable place?”

“Of course there is.”

He lowered my feet to the floor and stood, holding out a hand. I took it, and he helped me up almost chivalrously. He held my hand and guided me down the hall to his bedroom. It was dark, so he lit a candle. He turned back to face me and the dim light flickered between us. “Thank you,” I said, “for helping me out tonight.” I reached out and hugged him. He hugged back and didn’t let go after the standard uncomfortable male duration either. I could feel his shoulder blades under his running jacket. I let my hands explore and I found the long crevasse leading from his neck, along his spine, down between his buttocks. This guy was pretty solid. I wondered what the rest of him felt like.

“Let’s get rid of these,” he said, stepping back and unzipping his tight jacket. I did the same, and soon his chest was bare and mine was still covered by tight Under Armour. “Hmmm,” he smiled, “I like it.” He reached out for another embrace, which I gladly fell into. “Shall we peel off the rest?”

I çapa escort nodded and sat down on his bed, my eyes never leaving his. There was a hunger there, I saw, and now I was going to strip for him. He helped me pull off the shirt (those are always tough to get off after a run), and I struggled off the leggings. While he peeled his pants off, I lay back in his bed and stretched.

There’s something so sensual about laying in another man’s bed for the first time. It’s so different, feeling what he’s used to in firmness, what kind of sheets he prefers, being surrounded by his scent. Knowing that, while you may not know what’s about to happen, you’re probably going to enjoy it. A lot.

“Flip over,” he said, “I’m going to work the kinks out of your legs.” I turned over on my stomach, and heard the top popping on what I assumed was a bottle of lotion. He rubbed his hands together and sat down next to me. His bare thigh pressing against mine felt so good. But his hands gliding along my bare legs felt wonderful.

He didn’t use lotion, it was unscented oil that warmed my skin wherever he touched me. He didn’t rush; unlike so many professional massages I’d paid for, every bit of his motion was sensual. I could really get used to this, I told myself. After what felt like forever focusing on my legs, he got up and straddled me, his hands moving up to knead my buttocks. I wished I’d have taken my underwear off. Reading my mind, his hands slid under, and began pulling them down. I lifted my waist, then my knees off the bed, and we were totally naked.

He oiled his hands up again, straddled my thighs, and began working on my lower back. By now I was pretty much an oil slick, and it felt amazing. As he worked his way up my back, I felt his cock tip and scrotum brush my ass cheeks. I was tingling at the thought of his cock being that close to my ass. I’d never had anyone inside me before, but the way he was making me feel, if he wanted to he could have me. I decided to tantalize him a little. Every time I felt his cock brush a cheek, I arched my back and pressed my ass upward a little. Just enough to feel it more. He quickly got the idea and slid his cock along my crack. I arched upward again. This time he slid his hardening cock between my cheeks, laying it down along inside the crack. That drove me wild. He lay down on me, pressing his cock along my crack harder, and I pressed up. He moaned softly. I made him moan.

We lay like that for a few minutes, feeling the pressure, gently grinding away but otherwise not moving. I felt him breathe, his chest expand rhythmically against my back, and his deep breath in my ear. I turned my head slowly toward his breath, paused, and kissed his lips. He seemed not to expect that, but after a moment he returned the kiss. I opened my lips to allow his tongue to explore, first just the surface of my lips, but gingerly he slid deeper into my mouth. I was so hard by then that I had to reach under my waist to shift. He reached both hands underneath me and felt my aching hardness. He cradled my cock and balls lovingly, as if to tell me not to worry, he’ll take care of everything tonight.

After a few minutes of kissing, pressing, and fondling, he sat up and finished my back. The shoulders took a while, and he did some amazing stretching with the back and sides of my neck, but soon he stood up and asked me to roll onto sarıyer escort my back. I was eager to feel him on the other side of my body too.

Just as before, he began at my feet. He spent a good twenty minutes massaging them, working out all the stress that builds up day after day, and especially with running. Then he worked up to my legs – not a long this time, since most of the problematic muscle is in the back.

Then he straddled my waist. As he worked on my chest (a part that they never do in paid massages), his cock – now firm – brushed against mine. Now that we had made our intentions clear, I brought one arm in and held our cocks together. He paused and closed his eyes in pleasure, as I gently squeezed. His lips let in a small gasp and I let up the pressure. As he continued the rubdown, I gently stroked our cocks together with my now oiled hand.

I must have been doing something right, because he soon gave up trying to concentrate and began rocking his pelvis with my stroking. I let go of my cock and focused on giving him pleasure. But I didn’t guess what he had in mind. While rocking, he was gradually moving up my torso so that he covered my cock. His movements began to push my tip between his cheeks, rubbing it around. The feeling was magnificent, and I probably would have come if he kept that up longer. Instead he stopped rocking, lifted himself up on the balls of his feet, and squatted down over my crotch. I couldn’t believe it! This guy I’d just met, who was already making me feel fantastic, was about to show me what making love to a man was like.

At first, my cock wouldn’t cooperate. It was plenty hard, just couldn’t figure out where it needed to point. He started this by offering to deflower me, so I decided to finish it and meet him halfway. I reached down between his legs and held my cock still, pointing straight at where I thought his hole would be. He lowered himself down gently, felt where my tip was, repositioned, then lowered his pelvis some more.

I slipped in easily.

He paused, relaxing his sphincter, and lowered himself all the way. I was completely engulfed by his amazing warm, wet, tight darkness. But it wasn’t motionless in there. He was contracting and relaxing his internal muscles, and moving his pelvis slightly to get the perfect angle. I watched his face in the dim light, his eyes closed, while he moved. His expression changed subtly but distinctly, and I knew he’d found his spot. I didn’t want to move, so serene did he look at that moment. I was so used to thrusting during sex with women, but I didn’t want to stop the feeling he was clearly getting from this, from me. Thrusting might ruin that (and do who knows what kind of damage).

After a few breaths, he opened his eyes and began to move again. During sex with a woman, I usually felt in control – of the motion, of the mood – but in this situation, he was totally in control. My guide – my new lover – was showing me how amazing sex could be, and it didn’t have to involve screaming names or a lot of thrashing. It could be serene, subtle, tranquil. Tender. This was making love, his eyes told mine as he did whatever magical things he was doing to me inside himself.

The moment was coming fast, I at first didn’t notice the tingling sensation sprinting up my legs. “Oh! Is it okay?” was all I could say in warning. He nodded and smiled, locking eyes with me as I spilled inside him at length.

He stayed on me for a moment longer, allowing us to appreciate the afterglow. He slid up off me, stood, and handed me a towel. He wiped the sweat off his brow with another one. “Well,” he smiled, “I hope that helped. Let me know if you have any more leg cramps. I’ll be here.”

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Taking Control Pt. 01

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I wake up the next morning spooning you from behind. You’re quiet, so I assume you’re still asleep. Your hair is in my face and I breathe deeply in the scent of it and of your skin. Despite our showers I can also smell your pussy. The scent of you brings back the memories of the passionate night before and it’s intoxicating. My cock stirs to life a little so I wiggle my hips to move the semi-hard member between your cheeks. I want to be engulfed by your warmth and softness.

“What are you doing back there?” You’re awake after all.

“I hope I didn’t wake you. I just want to be as close to you as I can. It feels so good lying here with you.”

You roll over to face me. You’re smiling but you’re eyes are red and puffy and your cheeks are wet. You’ve been crying. I suddenly feel terrible about lying next to you oblivious of your pain.

“Carissa. What’s wrong? I hope it wasn’t something that i…” You interrupt me with a finger placed gently on my lips. I smell your skin again.

“Shhh. No, it’s not you, Sean. Well, I guess it sort of is. I was lying here thinking about last night. About how wonderful it was, how wonderful you were, how wonderful you made me feel.” I look complacently into your eyes while you speak, completely at ease for the first time since I can remember. “I didn’t know I could feel that way. Or if i did know, I’d forgotten.” You start to gently rub your fingertips on me—my arm, my side, my back, my butt, my thigh. Your touch feels thrilling.

“I don’t know if I’ve ever felt so wanted, or so beautiful and sexy. When you opened the curtains so the whole world could see how amazing I was, I nearly melted. You did that for me. I’m so grateful.” You kiss me gently and passionately.

“I realized how much of my life had been wasted with John. I felt unappreciated and unworthy for so long. And I’m realizing he made me feel that way. It makes me so mad and sad. I’m mad at myself too. I let him do that to me. Then I started to think about how different my life could have been, and the lives of my children, if I’d spent all that time feeling like this instead. That’s when I started crying.”

I reach up and brush some fallen hair away from your face and gently rub your cheek to wipe away the residue of your tears. “What’s important now is that you forgive yourself. Can you do that Carissa?”

You smile, staring into my eyes. “Yes. I can do that…for you, Sean.” I smile back at you.

“I’m sorry, that all of that happened to you,” I say rubbing my fingers on your arm, neck, and chest. “You deserved better. Maybe we can spend this week together, and try to make up for as much of that as we can.”

I want to spend more time with you. As much as I can before I have to go back to my “real” life. I hope that you reciprocate. Yesterday I went trolling for a one-night stand, but now I want more than that. Do you want that? Am I being unfair to you?

“I want that,” you tell me. You give me another kiss. Your fingers trace down my chest and stomach to my cock. You start to stroke me softly. I’m now fully erect.

“Hmmm. Already hard?”

“After getting to know you a little and being with you, I think I will always be hard around you from now on.”

That makes you smile. You like knowing how much you turn me on. I sigh and roll onto my back so you can have full access. I put my arm under you so I can stroke your back and ass. You rest your head on my arm.

“Don’t stop talking, I just want to touch you for a while. OK?”

“Uhm-hmm,” I consent. “I think I know exactly how you feel. I feel the same way. Like I’ve been slowly drifting into the wrong lane for a long time and then you came along and yanked the wheel back just before I crashed. You saved me.”

As you continue to stroke me I’m having trouble thinking of anything to say after that.

“So tell me something,” I finally say. “Why are you still on the pill? You were hardly even having sex.”

“John,” you say matter of factly. “He insisted. At first I thought he just didn’t want to wear a condom, which is stupid and selfish of him.”

“And I another way for him to demonstrate his control over you,” I point out.

“Right. That too. But after he finally got caught, I started to think that he was just paranoid about getting someone pregnant, anyone. It wasn’t even my prescription. He just got them for me from somewhere. I bet he was supplying all of his little sluts with pills. He was probably fucking so many different girls, it was just easier to give them all the pill. One of them was probably a pharmaceutical rep or something like that. They’re always so hot…”

You move your head to look at me and you stop stroking. “Marla!”

“Who’s Marla?” I ask.

“She’s one of the wives. One of the ones that has a job. She’s a pharmaceutical rep, and she’s totally hot.” You start stroking me again. “She’s got red hair and is totally beautiful, and has an amazing body. She doesn’t have big tits, but they’re nice and perky. I saw her in a bikini a few bebek escort years ago at a pool party. I couldn’t stop checking out her perfect little round ass and sexy legs. I was jealous.”

“So, are you interested in her? In being with her?”

“In fucking her, you mean?” You’re done being coy and demur. “If you’d asked me that yesterday I would’ve said no way, and maybe even slapped you. But after last night…I don’t know. Maybe I am.” Your stroking becomes faster and harder as you talk about how hot Marla is. I grunt feeling the pressure building. You realize what you’re doing and slow back down. You start to play with my balls to give my hard dick a little rest. It still hurts from last night, but I don’t want you to stop touching it.

I feel like it’s OK to tell you about the fantasy I had last night while I watched you talking to Lexi.

“You have a very active imagination. Very sexy.” You smile and kiss me again. “But the only thing I’d want to do with that bitch is fuck her in the ass.”

“Like with a strapon?” I ask eagerly.

“Oooh,” you saying thinking about it. “Yeah, that’s even better. With a big, fat strapon.” You move your hand up to the tip of my cock and find some pre-cum waiting there for you. You wipe it off, making me grunt, and then lick your finger clean.

“Damn. Why do you taste so good?” You start stroking me again.

“I’d like to watch that. No wait. Can I fuck her with you? I’ll fuck her pussy while you’re fucking her in the ass.”

“What? Does that work? That’s really a thing?”

“Oh yeah. It’s called double penetration. Apparently the two dicks can feel each other in there.”

“Oh my god! I can’t imagine what that feels like.” I can tell that you’re trying to imagine what that feels like. You’re stroking me harder again.

“Uhhh. Slow down,” I warn you.

“Oh shit. Sorry.” You move more pre-cum up to your lips and then use your fingertips on my chest and stomach again. You play with my nipples a little when you’re in the neighborhood.

“OK, deal. If I ever fuck sweet little cunt Lexi in the ass, then you can fuck her sweet little cunt.”

“I gotta say, I’m loving that potty mouth of yours. There’s something confident and sexy about it.” I slap your ass.

“Is that all you love about my sexy mouth?” You start stroking me again. You smear the pre-cum that’s accumulated on my stomach onto my hard cock making it slick.

“Oh no, of course not. But it IS the only thing I love about it that doesn’t make me want to cum.”

“Mmmmm. Is that such a bad thing?” You pull the sheet off of us revealing my wet, hard cock in your hand. You kiss me and our tongues dance an aggressive tango in each other’s mouths.

“I want to taste you again, baby.” You start moving your head down to my crotch, kissing and licking as you go.

“Bring that pussy over here. I want to taste you too, baby. I want to make you come on face with my dick in your mouth.”

You purr as you move your hips around to my side and then swing your leg over me so you’re straddling my chest. I can smell your pussy. You’re already getting wet from making me hard and anticipating my tongue. I give your ass another smack, harder this time. You squeal and look back at me.

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask.

“No. You can do whatever you want to me, baby.” I feel your hand back on my cock. You give it a hard squeeze, making me yelp.

I put my hands on your hips to pull your pussy back towards my face while I shimmy down towards it. We both wiggle around until we get the alignment right, then I feel you lay down on top of me. I feel your breasts swing against my stomach before the weight of your body pushes them into me, soft and warm. I feel you stretch your upper body out against mine, running your hands down my legs. Then you start to kiss and lick my stomach slowly moving to the base of my cock. You work up my cock as far as you can stretched on my like this until you’re forced to put your hands on the bed and push yourself back up in order to reach my leaking tip. Your breasts aren’t mashed against me anymore and I can feel them dance around on my stomach as you lick up to the tip of my cock and play with it with your tongue. I moan for you so you know how good you make me feel.

The sensualness of your touch and the way your body moves has completely taken over my senses as I lay there experiencing you. When the tip of my cock enters your warm, wet mouth and you start stroking me, I suddenly remember what I’m supposed to be doing. I had intended to tease you a little by licking your thighs and around your pussy for a while. But instead I sit there and watch your ass and pussy move as you suck my cock. How it responds as you swirl your tongue around the head. How it jiggles and quivers when you start bobbing your head on me. How it clenches up when you take my cock all the way into your throat.

As I watch, your pussy grows visibly wetter. I think I can see drops of pussy juice istanbul escort beginning to form near your clit, but I don’t want to reach out and touch it to see. I just want to watch. I’m mesmerized by you. Your musky scent fills my nostrils I hear you start to moan and I haven’t even touched you yet. You’re doing this all to yourself through the power of your mouth and the unleashed sensuality of your sexy body.

Your moans come more quickly as your mouth bobs faster and faster on my aching, rock hard cock. I watch your ass gyrate and your pussy squirm as it aches to be touched. Your moans turn to grunts. Your fucking me with your mouth, and you may even make yourself cum just sucking my dick. I imagine letting myself go and exploding into your mouth, sending you over the edge. I watch as your ass and legs shake and your pussy quivers tying to suck in a dick that isn’t there. Your pussy juice flows out of you onto my chest and neck.

I can’t stand it anymore. I have to taste you. I have to release the torrent of your ecstatic juice. I put my hands up into the air and then bring them down hard onto the tops of your ass cheeks, pulling my head up to ram my tongue into your hole as far as I can. You scream in your throat, my hard cock still filling your mouth. I can feel your ass and legs shuddering all around me. My mouth is filled with your precious cream. My nose is pressed into your asshole as I wiggle my tongue around inside you to get all the juice I can. You’ve stopped bobbing as your body succumbs to the throws of another powerful orgasm, but my dick is still in your mouth and I can feel your moans on it.

I pull my tongue out and start hungrily eating your pussy. Licking your clit and your lips and pushing my tongue between them. I’m like an animal eating for the first time in weeks. I can’t get enough of you. I feel frantic trying to pull your whole pussy into my mouth, sucking, licking, and drinking all of you in.

You scream again. My cock falls out of your mouth as you lose all control of your body. I feel you writhing on top of me, sliding on the layer of sweat that’s formed between our hot, frantic bodies. The only sounds are the squishing from your pussy and the low guttural moan coming from deep inside you.

“Uh, uh, huh. S-stop,” you manage to whisper. I don’t totally stop, but I slow down. I concentrate on licking the cream from your thighs and around your pussy until your breathing slows and you catch your breath.

“Holy shit. Oh my God. Oh fuuuck, baby. That’s so amazing. I can’t believe you can do that to me.”

“That was all you, baby,” I tell her. “You’re just taking me along for the ride, and I’m loving the view.”

I roll us over so we’re on our sides. I go back to eating your pussy again, not frantically this time, but with purpose. I’m going to eat all of you, and I’m going to enjoy every bite.

“Ahh. Uh. That’s so good. I want you to cum in my mouth again, baby. Ok?”

“Mm-hmph.” I don’t want to stop what I’m doing.

I feel my cock slide into your warm, wet, wonderful mouth again, making me grunt and shiver. Like me, you work slowly and deliberately. You’re letting the pressure and heat rise slowly in order to get the biggest explosion you can. I feel your tongue all over my shaft and tip. You’re sucking hard. I moan into your pussy too let you know how good you are.

I’m already close, just from watching you, tasting you, feeling you, smelling you, experiencing all of you. You’re so hot. I lick your pussy clean of the fresh juice from your last orgasm, then I pull my mouth away.

“Baby, you’re so fucking hot. I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

You increase your effort. I want us to cum together. I slide three fingers into you and watch your body react as you moan. I use the thumb of my other hand to rub your clit. You’re starting to shudder again. I work my fingers fast to make them wet and creamy.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so good to me.”

Your pussy starts to squish again from the work of my fingers. I leave your clit for a moment so I can spit onto the fingers of that hand. I use it to make your asshole slick. You responds by bucking your hips to press your rosebud into my fingers. I return my thumb to your clit, but I take the others out of you. I hear you groan in disappointment.

I put two back on the edge of your labia and the other on your asshole. I can feel you tense up.

“Relax, baby.”

I push into you slowly. Two fingers in your dripping wet pussy and the other in your ass. You moan in response. I work in and out, slowly at first, then faster as I feel you relax and respond to the sensations I’m creating. I pump my fingers into you faster and faster. I watch your sensitive taint get pushed and pulled in all directions as I move my fingers in and out of both of your holes

“Fuck, baby. Im gonna cum!”

I pump your pussy and ass faster while i mash your clit hard with my thumb. We cum together, both grunting and writhing against beyoğlu escort each other. Our bodies are slick with sweat and cum.

You swallow each hot load that i spray into your mouth. I pull my fingers out of you so I can put my mouth back on your pussy and let you fill me up with your juice. I put another finger back in your ass and hear your muffled squeal. We swallow each other’s rewards and then lick each other clean while we come down from our highs. We finally fall apart onto our backs, spent and breathing hard.

‘Carissa.”

“Sean.”

We lay there caressing each other for several minutes. Neither of us have anything to say at the moment. We just lay together, in bliss, enjoying the raucous perfection of our fucking.

—

You break the bubble when you lift your head to look at the clock.

“Shit. I gotta get going,” you say flopping your head back down on the bed.

I push myself up on my elbows so I can look at your sexy body lying next to me, sweaty and spent from what I just did to you.

I pout. “What? Where are you going?”

“I got a thing this morning. A brunch.”

“Can I come?”

“No,” you say sympathetically, pulling yourself up to you elbows to face me. “It’s a ladies thing. The Red Hats.”

“Can’t you skip it?” I ask, still pouting.

“Your adorable.” You rub my cheek with one hand. “I can’t. I’m on the fundraising committee and we have a thing coming up. I have to be there.”

“What if I went to the same restaurant and watched you.”

“No way!” you say quickly. “If I can see you there watching me, even if I just think you’re there watching me, it’ll make me all wet again. I think I’m already going to have a problem with that.”

“With what?” I’m being coy.

“If the meeting gets boring, which it will, the my mind will start to wander. I know I’m going to start thinking about you, and last night…and this morning.” You rub my cheek again and smile softly. “And I’m going to start getting wet if I do that. I should probably just wear a pad. I hope I have some.”

I smile at the thought of making you wet when I’m not even there.

“Dirty boy,” you smile back.

“Come on. I don’t have time to take a shower here, I’ll just have to walk out like this.” I look down and your pussy and inner thighs are glistening with cum and saliva.

You get up and start looking for your clothes.

“Ugh. I can’t wear these.” You’re holding your panties. The pussy juice they were soaked with last night has mostly dried and they are maintaining their wadded up shape as you hold them by two fingers. “I’ll just throw them away.”

I jump off of the bed. “No. Give them to me. I’ll take them.”

“A souvenir? I thought you were different than that, Sean.” You give me a suspicious look.

“I want to be able to smell you when you’re not around. I want to have Carissa with me whenever I need her.” I take them out of your hand.

You look up into my eyes and put your hands on my chest. “Look at what you’ve done to me,” you say alluringly. “I’m a respectable woman in the community, a married woman. Then you come along, a stranger, and fuck me so good that now I’m about to walk through the lobby of a busy hotel with no panties on and cum all over me.” You kiss me passionately. “God, I love it. I love what you do to me Sean.”

I get dressed while I watch you get dressed. I watch the way your and your breasts move. I know I’m your captive. I’m excited, but scared. I don’t know where you’re going to take me and I don’t want to hurt you. I…care about..you too much for that. I smell your panties before putting them in my pocket. I go to the bathroom to pee and wash up a bit.

“Hey, they have pads in here. You want one?”

“Oh great. Yeah, thanks.”

I open the door and you’re standing there. My heart flutters at seeing you again after 2 minutes of absence. I hold up the pad and you grab it out of my hand.

“Yoink.”

I burst into laughter. You’re perfect. You go into the bathroom to wash up a bit and fix your hair. I go over and sit in the chair that I’d moved to the window the night before. I fucked you in this chair. I can see my cum that dribbled out of you while you sucked my cock on the carpet in front of me. I can see your handprints on the window, and where your sweaty breasts were mashed into the glass. I start to get hard again, but my dick hurts. I don’t want to stop thinking about you though.

“You ready?” You step out of the bathroom putting the pad into your clutch. I take one last look around the room. There’s cum on the bed, the floor, the table, the wall in the entryway. We’ve left proof of our sexual compatibility everywhere to see. Two lonely, desperate strangers meet and have an intense and flawless physical interaction. When I’m in bed with you I feel like I’ve known you, your body, all my life. How does that happen? Does it mean something? Will it continue that way? How long can we last? I sigh, and move to follow you out the door. Your foot kicks something and you bend down to pick it up. It’s my wedding band.

“Oops. You’re going to need this.”

I take it from you almost reluctantly. I slip it into my pocket with your panties. I’m not ready to put it back on yet. I reach into my other pocket and pull your ring out.

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Sitting on the soft cushioned chair he waited for his Mom to come down. He had been waiting for last 15 minutes and it usually never took her so long to dress up and come down. At that point of time he did not know what was holding her up as they had to reach the Airport to receive his uncle and aunt.

After glancing at his watch for umpteenth time as he looked up his eyes got focused on a gorgeous lady draped in a silk sari with her loose hair flying walking down the stairs. For few seconds it was difficult for him to envisage what he saw. It was hard for him to believe it was his mother, who was so gorgeously decked, her hair loose, her body swaying walking down the stairs and when she went past him, he was stunned when the perfume hit his nostrils. He was in a daze and as he could not reason out her appearance he followed her tamely.

On following his eyes got riveted on her movements. Seeing her body sway he felt something, something which he could not envisage at that moment. It was difficult for him to conjure what was happening to him or to her. He had seen his mother before, dressed more gorgeously but that had not attracted him as it had today. It was not the dress that had attracted him, it was something else. His curiosity made him look at her closely and when his eyes went over her back, he suddenly felt ashamed; to look at his mother’s back.

Though he tried to shift his gaze he could not and when his mother stepped into the car his eyes followed her to the last glimpse. He sat in the car like a zombie and when they reached airport his eyes took to the same course of action. However hard he tried he could not pierce his eyes from her vision. They were glued to her back as if they were magnetized.

It was not long before his Uncle and Aunt came down the aisle. It was nice to see them after a couple of years. In fact 5 years had passed since his father had asked his uncle Nithin to take care of his overseas business and now they were back for a short visit.

His mother was overwhelmed when she saw Nithin and his wife Naina. Her eyes were gleaming when she saw them. Seeing her emotions he felt she had missed them. In the past 5 years she had never spoken about Naina or Nithin and today on seeing them she was so overjoyed, which puzzled him.

After collecting the bags and baggage they stood in the queue waiting for the peak hour rush to thin out. It was then that his eyes got riveted again on his mother’s back who was in front of his uncle. He let his gaze wander over her exquisite mounds and looking at them, he did not feel ashamed as they looked attractive. He was attracted to them in such a way that he compared them with his aunt’s which looked dull.

Such was the way his mother was built and the peak hour rush made it more interesting to watch as they crawled slowly. The crowd started swelling; there was slight hustling and shoving. In the melee he wished he was behind his mother rather than his uncle. He felt he could have taken advantage though not knowing what he would have done. He felt he could have touched, may be. He was so excited that many wicked things flashed through his mind.

He looked for an opening to get closer and as he looked over his Uncle’s shoulders he saw his hands were on his mother’s shoulders steadying her which made her turn and smile at him. There was a twinkle in her eyes and when she turned back he saw his Uncle grip her shoulders hard. It made him curious and his focus was shifted on to his Uncles hands.

Nithin steadied himself. He looked around and even turned to give Amar a smile. After reciprocating he looked the other way, not giving him a hint that he was watching. From the corner of his eye he watched his Uncle’s hand slip down from his mothers shoulder. This made him go up on his toes and as he looked he saw his Uncle’s hand trek slowly down her back and rest on the hem of her blouse. It ventured there for a while and then as his fingers started circling her blouse the crowd which was getting heavier started pushing and taking advantage he moved his hand down and held her naked waist. Seeing this Amar was instantly aroused and it had him worried as in the melee he thought his Uncle may feel his growing hardness. He tried his best to hide his arousal and even put a hand down to steady it.

As he was setting it right Amar saw his Uncle had moved closer to his mother. He in fact had covered her well and though Amar tried hard to see, he could not see his actions. He looked for an opening and not finding he searched for his Uncles hands which were hidden totally. He felt desperate and in the madness as he lunged forward he saw that they had moved out of the gate. At last he got an opening and what he saw in that split second got etched in his brain. His Uncle was caressing his mother’s buttocks.

This was the picture which was playing in his mind when they dropped them and reached home. On reaching his room he played back all the scenes frame by frame till he could visualize his Uncles hand caressing his feriköy escort mother’s buttocks. With this frame etched in mind and with a hard on he slept.

The next day he was woken by his mother. It was nice to see a beautiful face waking him with a cup of coffee.

‘Am can you do me a favor’ she asked. (She used to call him Am for Amar)

‘Yes, what is it’ he said taking the cup from her.

‘Can you fetch few things from the market’ she asked?

‘Provided you give me some extra money’ he joked.

‘Come on Am don’t blackmail me,’ she replied.

Seeing her annoyed he said ‘Mom, I was joking.’

Handing him a list ‘Okay get these things’ she said.

‘Anybody coming for lunch’ he asked looking at the list.

‘Your father has invited your Uncle and Aunt for dinner’ she replied.

Hearing it Amar was up in a flash and when his mother turned; his eyes were again focused on her well endowed back.

By evening Amar was waiting for his Uncle. He wanted to confirm previous day’s incidence. He wanted to know whether it was an accident or was it a game played. He went looking for his mother.

‘What time are the guests coming Mom’

‘By seven’ she replied.

‘And Dad?’

‘He said he would join by eight’ (provided he is free from his boozing she thought)

‘Do you mind if I arrange the table’ he enquired

‘I would be glad’ replied his mother.

Amar was happy to have been given a free hand. He quickly made some changes and as he looked and saw his mother decked in a brilliant color sari smiling, he felt happy. He felt happy for her.

Nithin and Naina arrived in time and as Naina went in to help his mother Mayuri, Amar sat with his Uncle for a chat. Amar watched his Uncle with a hawk’s eye. He observed each and every move of his. But for a few fleeting glances at his mother he did not see anything else.

Then Dikshit, Amar’s dad arrived and both the brothers having met after 5 years hugged each other and Dikshit led him to the bar where they sat chatting. Dikshit was an alcoholic and his only interest was booze and money.

Soon it was time for dinner and as his mother set the dishes she was pleased to see Amar’s arrangements. The candle lit dinning table was very romantic and his seating arrangements were sensible. He had made his Aunt sit at one side of his father and on the other his Uncle. Then leaving a space for his mother he sat next to his Aunt on the round table. The space left for his mother did not arise any suspicion as it was nearest to the kitchen.

Nithin too was pleased as he had the opportunity to sit next to Mayuri his sister-in-law. Naina was also comfortably placed and Amar having placed himself in the centre was able to keep an eye on every move of his Uncle without being noticed.

As Mayuri set the table, every body took their place. Enjoying the sumptuous food everyone started chatting and soon Dikshit who was high on drinks started cutting jokes which made the environment livelier. It was during this time Nithin took advantage. On the pretext of enjoying jokes he placed his hand on Mayuri’s thighs or when she got up to go to kitchen felt her back. They were light touches and so well camouflaged that even if someone saw them they would think nothing of it.

Amar had observed every move of his from the corner of his eye. At first he too thought it was accidental and on being repeated it was ascertained that his Uncle was trying to play with his mother. Looking at his mother he felt assured that she was obliging him. What would the poor thing do he thought looking at his father’s bloated figure whose only interest was drinking?

Amar was so busy watching them that he totally forgot the presence of another person in the room. Naina was a woman who could pick needle from the haystack and nothing went unnoticed from her. She was quick to grasp that Amar had seen her husband toying with his sister-in-law. She thought she had to do some deep thinking about him.

Naina was keen in seeing her husband seduce Mayuri and bed her. It was their plan. She knew from the start that Amar would be a thorn in the flesh as he had grown up. She also knew that seducing Mayuri would be difficult. She knew Mayuri had shown some interest in Nithin but to bed her was totally different. She may allow him to play with her but for the final act it would need some coaxing to do and she had to find a pawn that would coax her to do it and she saw Amar as that pawn.

While Naina was toying with that idea Amar was engrossed in his own world. He was waiting to see what would his Uncle’s next step would be. He had not to wait long as he saw his Uncle slip his hand on his mother’s thighs. This time his hand did not brace her thighs but was firmly placed on it. Amar was instantly aroused when he saw his Uncles hand grip his mother’s thigh and in his excitement when he turned he saw his Aunt flashing a big smile as if she knew what was going on between her gülbağ escort husband and his mother.

It was Naina’s smile that diverted Amar’s attention. Her looks were so piercing that Amar felt mesmerized. He felt that she wanted to convey something to him and as he kept looking, he was surprised to see her pat him on his thigh as if wanting him to cool down. Amar was puzzled.

When both of them left Amar went to his room. He was on cloud nine. Once in the safety of his room he pushed down his pants and was surprised to see own erection. Holding back his thoughts his mind raced back to the time when he saw his Uncle’s hand on his mother’s thigh. That image kept tormenting him. He wished it was his hand there. Was it possible? Was it possible to do the impossible? How would it be possible, who would help him, he questioned himself again and again. Not finding an answer he struggled.

Mayuri was pleased with the outcome of the day. She was glad that Nithin had shown the same signs which were prevalent almost 6 years ago and laying on her bed her mind raced back to that period.

RE- CAP

It was one summer morning after packing off her son to school and husband to Office; Mayuri was taking a bath leisurely. Suddenly she was disturbed when the door bell rang. Thinking it would be the maid she came down unperturbed in the petticoat and half hooked up blouse.

On opening the door it struck her like lightening when she saw Nithin. She stood like a rock on not being properly dressed allowing his eyes to capture all that they could. Nithin felt he was blessed with the sight of his Sister-in-law in the minimum of clothing and as she turned to leave he was enchanted to see the contours of her well formed buttocks which he had craved to feel from the day he had first seen her.

Properly dressed Mayuri came out to greet Nithin. She was glad to see him and learned that her husband had called him. Though she felt bashful she forgot it and was normal again.

Nithin on the other hand was delighted. He was delighted to be with his sister-in-law who possessed such a figure and after having a fleeting glance of her buttocks ensconced in her white petticoat he was thrilled; Nithin did not let go an occasion of looking at her back.

Gradually Mayuri also felt his gaze. Though at times it turned her on, she was scared to think of it for being his sister-in-law. She felt attracted to Nithin for his physical features. In comparison her husband was bloated. Since her marriage he had added weight and he had bloated.

Mayuri thought of the first instance when she had felt Nithin’s hand on her body. It was at the wedding reception of their cousin. It was when her husband was busy at the bar that Nithin had made his move. Seeing her alone he stood by her and as the dinner was announced placing his hand on her shoulder had guided her to the table.

The small act had sent a chill up her spine. Though she wanted to she could not remove his hand and taking advantage he had slipped it on her waist. It had excited Mayuri and as the act was well camouflaged she had not objected. Prompted by it Nithin became more enterprising. He moved closer and shielding her with his body his hand which was on her waist ventured downwards.

Mayuri left his hand slid from her waist to her buttocks. She was in a dilemma. On one hand she wanted him to continue and on the other she was ashamed to encourage him. As she was pondering about it she felt his hand caress her buttocks. This ignited her body. Biting her lips she controlled the passion engulfing her body. He became bolder. Seeing her tremble he slipped his hand between the orbs of her buttocks and cupped them. Mayuri was aghast, her body convulsed and as Nithin drove his hand further down the hot path her body shivered and she climaxed. That was the first time.

The second occasion was even more adventurous as it happened in front of her husband. It was when they had gone out to a restaurant and as usual Dikshit hit the bar leaving them. They kept glancing at each other and when Dikshit had one too many, Nithin made the move. As Dikshit staggered into the restaurant and occupied the sofa, leaving the opposite one to be shared by them, had given Nithin an opportunity. He looked at Mayuri and smiled at her. His smile had a hidden meaning and Mayuri being conscious that he would be taking advantage waited with abated breath. She was in a fix as she had to sit next to Nithin and when he nudged her she was compelled to sit down. Sitting next to him and feeling his warm thighs in line with hers, she felt a warm feeling creep up her body. Though she tried to shrug it she felt ashamed for not being able to sustain the desire creeping up and every second it got difficult as more pressure was exerted on her thighs.

Nithin was tormenting her; he was playing with her desires. Slowly but steadily he was building up the tempo. Sitting in front of her husband Mayuri was in a dilemma. On one hand her body was kağıthane escort craving to feel the heat generated from his thighs and on the other sitting in front of her husband she was scared. At times she felt like leaning on him, but failed to do.

Nithin read her thoughts. He did feel her body squirming and when they were on the final course of dinner he placed his hand on her thigh. This move jolted Mayuri. Suddenly she shifted her position and leaning on the table hid his hand from being seen by her husband.

Dikshit was in his own world and even if Mayuri had not leaned forward he was not in his sense to understand what was going on before his eyes. He was busy having his dinner.

The hand on her thigh started to creep up. It sent thrills up her spine and when she saw her husband busy she marginally parted her thighs. Nithin did not notice it but his hand inched further up. He was cautious knowing his brother was sitting in front of him and he was playing with his wife.

Mayuri on the other hand had gained some courage. Sitting upright and shielding his hand she was waiting for it to move forward. Her body ached for his hand to move up, move further up and reach the burning furnace, but Nithin chickened out. It was okay to touch her thighs but he did not dare move further and touch what was between. Giving one final squeeze on her thighs he removed his hand.

Mayuri felt miserable and it even made her angry. She felt bad thinking when she was ready what had made him pull back his hand. When it was feeling so good he had to spoil the show she thought. She turned to face him but he looked the other way. Finally when they got up to leave Mayuri brushed her hand on his thighs.

Nithin was shocked when he felt her brushing his thigh. He cursed himself for having lost a golden opportunity. He felt sorry for not having hit the iron while it was hot. Mayuri was really hot. He did not know when he would get another chance as he was supposed to leave the next day.

Present

Next evening Mayuri was in a triumphant mood thinking of how she could tackle Naina when she heard the door bell. Seeing a beaming Naina at the door she thought ‘think of the devil.’ She felt glad that she had come.

Time went by as both had a chat. They talked and talked and finally when the sun was setting and the atmosphere was cozy, Naina holding a few curls of Mayuri’s hair said ‘how are other things.’

‘What other things’ she asked?

‘Other things, personal’ she spoke the words softly directing her gaze on her bosom.

‘As usual’ she stammered.

‘I can’t envisage that they are’ she said blowing air on the nape of her neck.

‘Why’ she stammered again.

‘Things don’t look normal’ she said curling her hair in her fingers.

‘What makes you think so’ she asked looking at her.

‘From what I have seen nothing looks normal’ she replied.

‘What have you seen that makes you feel so’ she asked sharply.

‘It is there for everyone to see; the way you are and the way brother Dikshit is’ she said.

‘That?’

‘Yes that.’

‘What do you see of it’ asked Mayuri?

‘I foresee all is not well in your bedroom’ she said moving closer and taking hold of her.

‘When was it that it could be now’ she replied.

‘Is that the reason why you said as usual’ she asked.

‘Yes as usual and for ever’ she replied dismally.

‘Is it that bad’ she said holding her.

‘It is not just bad. There is nothing in it’ she replied.

‘Oh! I am sorry, I am really sorry’ saying this she took her in her arms.

‘Some people are unfortunate’ she said.

‘But you still have time at your disposal’ said Naina.

‘What can time do, it can only worsen things’ she replied.

‘Why do you think so’ she asked tightening her hold.

‘The way he is drinking and bloating, I can’t think time would be of any help’ she answered.

‘Does your youthful body not arouse him’ she asked bringing her face close to hers.

‘I don’t know whether I have a youthful body’ she replied.

‘Oh! You posses such a body which I think every male would yearn for’ she said as her lips braced her cheeks.

‘And there are no males in my house’ she replied.

‘I think there are’ she stressed the point.

This made Mayuri to think of Nithin. Was she in anyway trying to tell her something? Does she know about her and Nithin? What could she know about him? He had just caressed her once and chickened out the next time?

Seeing her in deep thought Naina changing the subject said ‘tell me about Amar.’

‘What do you want to know’ she said.

‘Has he not grown up?’

‘So?’

‘So it is’ she said as her lips smacked her cheeks?

‘Sorry I did not get you’ she replied.

‘Think about it’ saying this she got up.

When Mayuri was wondering what she meant, the bell rang again and when she saw Amar at the door was it a coincidence she thought?

Naina was glad to see Amar and after he came down changing ‘can I borrow your son for shopping’ she asked Mayuri.

‘Of course you can’ she replied.

Amar was pleased to accompany her and on completing the shopping ‘are there any restaurants near by’ Naina asked? . ‘There is one,’ saying this he guided her to a cozy restaurant.

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She Dreams of Cum Ch. 02

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Thanks for all the feedback! This is the conclusion to She Dreams of Cum Ch. 01. Please read that part first if you haven’t!

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I woke up again still inside my dream. It felt like no time had passed, but things were different. Everything was dark, and I couldn’t open my eyes when I tried to blink. They were stuck shut. I reached up and tried to feel them, but found that my face had been completely covered in a thickening layer of gooey cum. I had no idea how long I’d been laying there on the bed, but it must have been many hours, maybe days. The steady spray of cum shots had never stopped, and my face was covered with a thick mask of warm jizz.

I also realized that I was only breathing through my nose because my mouth, again held open by the spreader, was completely overflowing with hot, gooey semen. It was so full that when I shifted my head down slightly I felt a wave of the sticky cream flood over my bottom lip and stream down my chin and neck.

My hands moved from my face, down my body, finding nothing but semen-soaked skin. I could feel that every inch of me was glazed with a layer of thick, gloppy cum. There was so much that my body felt weighed down by it. My tits were so covered with jizz that it felt like a layer of slippery mud as my fingers ran through it.

I moved my hips slightly and felt a warm gush between my legs. The spreader was back inside me, and my pussy had been filled up again. Moving my hips had made the cum slosh out and stream down between my ass cheeks.

I tried to feel around me to see if the girls were still next to me, and after a moment I felt something gently sliding across my eyelids. Soon I could tell it was a soft, warm tongue, lapping up the cum that was puddled there. Once they were clear I slowly cracked open my eyes and looked up. A mirror was over the bed and I could finally see myself. The sight alone almost made me cum.

I couldn’t believe it. My entire body had been covered with a blanket of cum. Every single inch of me was glazed with a thick layer of the white, creamy ejaculate. No spot had been missed. It looked and felt like my body had been drenched with Elmer’s glue. My spread open mouth was just a white pool, framed by my soft, pink lips. It was completely full, with rivers of gooey, half dry semen pouring out in every direction down my cheeks and chin, like a paint can that had been carelessly overfilled. Some of the streams even stretched all the way down the side of my face, ending in my hair, which was swimming in a lake of white cream. All around my body men were furiously stroking their cocks and adding to the blanket of sticky jizz that held me in place, stuck to the bed.

I stared up at the mirror, watching the huge load of cum sloshing in my mouth every time my head moved slightly. God… it looked so fucking hot! Like I was cradling a mouthful of thick, warm milk. I shuddered and felt my pussy twitch at the sight and taste. I felt like such a dirty slut looking at myself like that. I looked like the perfect little sperm-soaked cum dumpster, and I fucking loved it.

I needed to cum, and I knew just what would get me off. I slid a dripping hand down to my sloppy pussy, sliding my fingers through the gooey mess that coated my mound until they found my clit. It was on fire, throbbing and begging to be touched. My fingers brushed across it, making my hips buck involuntarily and sending another flood of cum gushing out of my pussy. I started rubbing my clit in quick little circles, grinning as I tilted my head back and gurgled the mouthful of cum. The warm, creamy jizz bounced around and coated every inch of the inside of my mouth. It was nice and thick and gloppy, and it tasted fucking delicious. Cum bubbles piled out of my mouth and popped, sending little flecks of sperm raining down on my face. I could feel all the semen in my pussy splashing around and glazing the walls of my stretched out cunt every time my hips bucked. It made me so hot to feel so many eyes on me, watching me be such a nasty little cum-loving slut. I ran my slippery tongue over my teeth and the roof of my mouth, relishing the gooey sperm one last time before it disappeared. My pussy twitched and flooded with warm juices, knowing it was about to cum so hard…

Finally, I swallowed. But the huge mouthful was way too much to get down in one gulp. Even after a big gush of cum disappeared, a pool of semen still filled the hollow of my cheeks and flowed across my tongue. It took 3 swallows to finally get all of the warm, gooey loads of sperm down. I moaned out, my pussy cumming as I watched and felt the mouthful of hot cum drain down my throat. I could feel the soft, creamy heat of the cum travel all the way down my throat and fill my stomach as warmth spread out across my body. Every fresh blast of cum that rained down on me felt like another injection of pure lust that shot to my cunt and extended my orgasm another small, precious moment. I wrapped my arms around myself and arched my back, clenching my eyes shut and squeezing my slippery, cum-covered tits until my body finally stopped vibrating with pleasure.

It florya escort felt like the orgasm went on forever. When I was able to open my eyes again I started looking around. Sara and Brooke were also covered in cum, but only because they couldn’t get out of the way of the endless amount of guys jacking off and spraying me with bucket-loads of spunk. They were still trying to clean me, but they had lost the battle long ago. Much of the cum on my body was starting to dry and had gotten thick and sticky. I watched as Sara scraped off a layer of cum that covered my right tit. It came off in a thick, gooey piece, nearly three inches long. She started to eat it, biting off small pieces and letting it collect in her mouth without swallowing. As she did this, guys rushed to spray my bare nipple and tit with cum, as if it had to always be covered. When she’d finished eating the cum she leaned over and drooled the gooey, softened jizz into my mouth.

Eventually they just gave up trying to clean me. Brooke grabbed my hands and placed them at my sides. More time passed as my mouth was filled again and again with hot, creamy sperm, and soon I felt like I couldn’t even move. I had been frozen in place by thousands and thousands of loads of sticky cum. After what seemed like an eternity, Sara removed the spreader that held my mouth open, and everyone disappeared.

I was alone.

I slowly sat up on my elbows, looking down at myself and absently licking the shiny glaze of cum off my lips. The entire front of my body was glazed like a donut. I could barely see my skin. A white lake of thick, sticky semen completely hid my bellybutton and flowed like a river down between my spread legs and over my gaping pussy. I looked down at my feet, wiggling my toes and seeing that even they were webbed together with cum. The sides of my body and legs were covered with streaks of partially-dried semen that had flowed off of me to puddle on the sheet around me.

I lifted one arm up, watching it stick to the sperm-soaked sheets for a second. Ropes of sticky cum dangled from my arm like silly string. I held it over my mouth and slurped each one up, then dipped a finger into the pool in my bellybutton. The cum there had been collecting there for a while and had gotten nice and thick and gooey. I scooped up a finger full and brought it to my mouth, wrapping my lips around my finger and sucking it clean. Pretty soon I was lapping my whole arm clean of the salty wet streaks of goo that coated it. I bent and stretched, licking the big wet globs of semen clean from every part of my body my tongue could reach, and used my hands to scrape clean what it couldn’t. I cupped the side of my hand against my stomach and dragged it up through my cleavage until my hand was full of the thick, creamy juices, then eagerly shoveled the handful of jizz into my mouth and swallowed it down. The long plastic tube was still next to me and I grabbed it, frantically shoving it into my pussy. I clamped my lips around the other end and sucked the jizz and pussy juices from my cunt. I was in a daze as I eagerly cleaned my body, almost mindlessly licking and sucking and scraping and swallowing until there was no more cum left to eat.

Finally, my belly sloshing and full of gooey spunk, I headed to the bathroom. When I opened the door, both Brooke and Sara were waiting for me. They were naked, lounging in the big bathtub in the master bath of the house. But they weren’t cleaning up. They were both laying back against one edge of the tub, arms stretched out to the side, looking at me with huge grins… and up to their tits in a warm, sticky cum bath.

I felt my jaw drop. Thick, milky, delicious jizz filled the tub like water. My pussy creamed at the sight. My knees nearly buckled as I approached the edge of the tub. Brooke and Sara both rose up out of the bath like goddesses, streams of creamy cum flowing down every inch of their perfect bodies as they reached to help me in. They were both wearing the longest, thickest strap-on’s I’d ever seen. They each took one hand and guided me down into the tub. I lifted one leg over the edge and slid it down into the warm, gooey cream. I could feel the silky sperm caressing my skin as I put my other leg in and sank down into the bathtub until only my upper body was above the surface. Brooke sat behind me and pulled me against her body as Sara grabbed a large metal pitcher and dipped it into the bath. Once it was full she held it above me and slowly poured a river of semen across my chest and shoulders. It looked like thick milk pouring out of a jug as it splashed wetly across my tits. I shuddered as Brooke rubbed the sticky fluid into my skin. What she missed rolled down my body like warm, sticky syrup.

Sara moved the pitcher up and I tilted my head back as she drenched my hair with cum. Brooke used her fingers to massage the warm, creamy jizz into my hair like shampoo. Sara poured until the pitcher was empty, drenching every single hair. Brooke washed my hair with the cum like I was at a salon, gently massaging it in with her slippery fingertips. cihangir escort Sara set the pitcher down laid next to me, sliding her hands all over my wet skin, making sure every inch shined with a layer of sperm.

I felt like a goddess. I was the ultimate Cum Queen and Sara and Brooke were my perfect servants.

When my hair was completely soaked I slid down in the tub until the milky waves of sperm were lapping at my chin. I paused for just a second, taking a deep breath, then closed my eyes and let my body slip the rest of the way in as the steamy cum bath engulfed me completely. It felt like an eternity as my hands roamed over my slick skin and I savored the delicious feeling of being completely submerged in semen. It felt thick and silky on my body. I could feel it penetrating every pore, my skin tingling as I imagined all the little sperm swimming against me. I massaged my tits, squeezing and pinching my slick nipples, and then brought my hands up. My fingertips slid across my face, caressing my lips and cheeks, feeling the soft, slippery wetness that coated them. Caressing them with the essence of countless numbers of orgasms.

I moaned underneath the surface as I felt Brooke and Sara’s bodies pressing against mine. They laid beside me and I felt their fingers find my pussy and ass. They started working the slippery digits in and out of my hot, slick holes. My body trembled as they added more fingers, stretching me open wider and wider and letting the sloppy openings fill up with warm cum. Their hands worked every sensitive part of me, driving me toward orgasm as I felt every inch of my flushed skin bathed with warm, sticky cum. When I felt the fingers in my pussy suddenly become a fist that forced its way deep inside me, I screamed, my muscles tightening up as I came. I opened my mouth and warm semen gushed inside, filling it instantly, and turning my scream into a wet, cummy gurgle. I swallowed over and over again as my body trembled and shook, guzzling down mouthfuls at a time and filling my stomach up with jizz as pussy juices gushed out around the fist buried in my cunt.

When I finally came up for air Brooke pulled me onto her lap so I was straddling her strap-on. I felt the length of the long, thick cock resting between my thighs, pressing up against my pussy mound, and I grinded against it as Sara crawled between my legs. She rose up on her knees and I watched the streams of gooey cum cling to her curves and start to drip down her body. I knew they were about to give me a fucking I’d never forget. I put my hands on the edge of the tub behind me and pushed myself up until the tip of Brooke’s strap-on was poking at my slippery asshole. I worked my hips in a circle for a second, teasing myself and letting the tip tickle against my little puckered hole, then thrust down onto it, impaling myself on her massive cock. Everything was so slick and lubed up with hot spunk that it slid inside me easily, even though it was by far the largest cock I’d ever had in my ass. I sighed in pleasure as I felt it’s thick length stuff my butt completely.

Sara grabbed my thighs and spread my legs open as I balanced on Brooke’s lap, my ass gripping the fat strap-on. She cupped her hands together and dipped them in the bath until she was holding a pool of white sperm. Then she brought them to her strap-on, wrapping her hands around it and twisting them up and down like she was wanking herself off, making sure it was completely soaked with jizz. Once it was dripping wet she grabbed my hips with one hand and guided the tip of the slippery strap-on toward my yawning pussy. She watched my face, smiling as she pushed the head past my pussy lips and then pulled it out again, teasing me. I started whimpering, needing to feel it inside me so bad. She finally gave in, pulling out once all the way, then thrusting forward and ramming the massive toy all the way into my cunt. I shuddered as her body slammed against me and both of my holes were stuffed full of the hard, slippery shafts. It felt so good to finally be penetrated after being teased for so long without feeling a cock inside my pussy.

Sara leaned forward and wrapped her arms around my back, her slick tits pressing against mine as she buried her hands in my hair and started to fuck me. Her lips pressed against my mouth and her soft tongue slipped inside to play with mine. All three of our gooey, cum-soaked bodies slid together like oil on glass as the girls fucked the fat cocks in and out of my creamy holes. It was the most delicious feeling in the world. Everything felt so warm and soft and slippery… like my whole body was wrapped up in a big, cum-soaked pussy.

Brooke scooped handfuls of jizz from the bath and poured them over my mound, drenching it and the rubber cocks plowing in and out of me with fresh layers of cum, and keeping everything nice and sloppy. Wet slaps echoed through the bathroom as Sara’s hips crashed into the sperm-soaked mess between my thighs, sticky strings of cum stretching between our hips every time she pulled back.

I smiled inwardly as they mecidiyeköy escort ravished my body. This was my favorite feeling in the world. Both my holes stuffed full of rock hard cock and every inch of my skin soaked with warm, gooey cum. I sank my hands down into the bath and found Brooke’s slippery thighs, grabbing on to them and using them for leverage as I bounced up and down on the rubber cocks. Strands of wet, cum-soaked hair stuck to my sweaty face and neck, my eyes clenched shut with pleasure, my mouth open, gasping every time the long, thick shafts plunged inside my tight body.

When I was close to cumming, Sara scooped up a handful of cum and shoveled it into her mouth. She smiled at me and swished the heavy fluid around a few times, then leaned forward. I opened my mouth wide, moaning in anticipation of the creamy treat she was about to feed me. Her smile grew and she parted her lips, letting big load of hot, gooey jizz flow into my mouth. I felt my holes clench down on the slippery cocks as my mouth filled up with cum. Heat spread out from my spasming pussy across my flushed skin as the sweet, warm cum slid down my throat. I felt like such a perfect, nasty little cum slut, creaming on the cock in my pussy while Brooke fucked my ass and my stomach filled again with the warm, delicious cream I craved. The girls kept fucking me through my orgasm, thrusting deep inside me as I swallowed down Sara’s gooey treat.

When my orgasm finally passed I fell to the side, slipping out from between them. Both strap-ons slid out of my sloppy holes with a wet plop. I sat back against the edge of the tub and slid a hand between my legs to feel my tender pussy and ass. Both of my holes were stretched and gaping, letting the warm, silky cum in the tub flow through them. It was a nice, soothing feeling after having them so thoroughly well-fucked.

I looked down at Brooke’s lap, staring at the fat cock that had just been buried up my tightest hole. There were pearly drops of cum dripping down the length of it. She grinned as she saw me staring, and I couldn’t resist leaning down and engulfing it with my mouth. I licked and sucked at it like it was my last meal, cleaning all of the slick, sweet juices off of it. There was so much cum in the tub that the bottom of the strap-on was submerged in a white pool between her legs. I closed my eyes and forced my head down, taking the whole length of the cock into my throat as my face sank into the warm pool of gooey sperm. I heard her giggle and felt her hand rest on the back of my head, pushing me down a little further. I held myself there until I needed to breathe and then finally pulled back, letting the cock slip out of my throat as the jizz poured off my face.

I panted, wiping my eyes and catching my breath as the girls sat there looking at me, as if they were waiting for their next instruction. They were the perfect servants, and I knew they’d do whatever I told them to without any hesitation. They were there to serve me, and to fulfill my wants and needs. And right then, I needed to be used and abused. Somehow they knew exactly what I wanted as soon as I thought it.

They grinned and sprang into action, diving toward me and twisting my arms and legs around until I was kneeling in the tub. Brooke got behind me and slapped her heavy strap-on down between my round ass cheeks, fucking the slippery shaft slowly back and forth between them. Sara knelt in front of me, her own thick, glistening cock bobbing up and down in front of my face. She grabbed my chin and pried my mouth open with her fingertips, thrusting the cock in my mouth and straight down my throat. She put her hands on the back of my head and forced me down on it until my wet lips kissed against the base of the dildo. She held me there as I felt Brooke move her own cock down to my pussy and start to split my sticky labia with the fat head. It popped in and she pushed forward, burying it balls deep in my spasming cunt. Their strap-on’s were so long and hard I felt like I could feel them touching inside as they spit-roasted me.

Sara started bucking her hips, fucking the plastic cock in and out of my throat without mercy, just the way I wanted her too. My eyes watered and my cheeks bulged as I felt the thick shaft stretch my throat. She scooped up handfuls of sticky cock cream and caressed my face, smearing the creamy textured ejaculate all over me and slapping my cheeks as I choked and gagged on her cock like a good little cum whore. She rubbed her long, slick fingers along my neck, feeling it bulge out as the rubber cock pushed further into my throat. I stuck my tongue out and lapped at the balls of the strap-on every time I could, cleaning off the gooey glaze of cum that coated them.

The girls fucked me back and forth, each pushing me onto the other’s cock when they thrust forward. When I was about to pass out from lack of oxygen Sara ripped the plastic cock out of my throat with a quick jerk. I gasped for breath as Brooke slid her cock out of my pussy and pushed the fat mushroom head against my asshole. She shoved forward and I felt it pop inside, the thick length sliding into my bowels until the balls smashed against my pussy lips. She worked her hips in a big circle, using the hard shaft to stretch and pry my asshole open. She even slid a slippery finger in beside the dildo and ran it in a circle all around the shaft, tickling me as she opened the tight hole up even more.

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I had walked into the mall on a Friday afternoon with a group of my friends, Steve, Bill and Ryan. The plan was pretty’ simple; Bill would stand guard while Steve, Ryan and me went into the jewelry store. Steve and Ryan would distract the clerk while I went around to one of the glass cases and picked the lock. Once I got what I needed, I would clear my throat as though I were simply coughing as a signal to let them know I was ready. Then we would get out of there, playing it casual and nothing would go wrong.

I couldn’t’ believe even now that I had sunk this low; but this was very important to me. See, I’m’ not exactly the criminal type. I’ve’ never stolen a thing in my life until this point actually; so why now right? Because tomorrow is my three-year anniversary with my girlfriend who I am very in love with; Leslie and I met in the tenth grade and now that we had both graduated high school, things were complicated. I was having trouble finding employment while she was going back to school; it was hard for us to get out and do things together like’ we use to.

Especially when I had no money and pretty much all the money she had went towards getting back and forth to her classes, buying herself food and paying for supplies she needed for class.

I wanted more than’ anything to do something nice for her for our anniversary though. I’d’ sold a lot of my important belongings to make as much cash as I possibly could, and so far I had around fifty dollars. Just enough to treat her to a nice dinner and’ maybe a movie. I didn’t’ have enough to buy her any kind of a gift though and it broke’ my heart when I realized that.

Steve, Bill and Ryan…well they were use to this kind of stuff really. They were a couple of low life but they had been my friends since seventh grade and I always trusted them no matter what. So’ when they realized how upset I was that I couldn’t’ afford to buy anything for Leslie…they asked me if I was willing to do anything to get her something nice. That’s’ when they came up with this plan.

I was going to steal a five thousand dollar necklace that I was pretty’ sure Leslie was going to fall head over heels in love with when I gave it to her. I had to have this necklace; I had to give it to her no matter what it took. I thought the plan over a thousand times and at first, I was against it, but slowly each time I thought about it I found myself’ starting to agree.

Finally, here we were at the shop about to follow through with the plan.

“Ready Nick,”

I glanced over at Bill who had spoken up, asking if I was ready or not. Technically, with my stomach in a complete knot, I didn’t’ feel ready at all really; but it was now or never. “Yes,” I replied nervously.

Into the shop, we went with Bill staying outside leaning against a wall casually and standing guard as planned. In the event that someone should walk by and notice what I was doing while Steve and Ryan were talking to the clerk, someone would have to alert us as quickly as possible. I watched as Steve and Ryan walked over to the counter, where a beautiful tall blonde woman stood smiling at us. She had dark brown eyes and an incredible body.

“Hi, can I help you?” I heard her ask.

“Yeah uh…my friend Ryan here was looking for a birthday gift for his mom.”

“Okay, what are you looking for?”

Their conversation carried on and casually, I walked around the shop for a moment trying to pretend that I was simply looking at the many different necklaces and rings and other jewelry. My heart was pounding in my chest and I began to panic as I realized I had actually forgotten which case the necklace I was looking for was’ locked away inside of. As I scrambled around the shop trying hard not to make myself look suspicious, I noticed Bill eye balling me through the window as though he were getting annoyed. I tried to relax; I took several deep breaths and my erratic heart beat slowed down to normal.

Finally, there it was; my eyes fell upon the beauty that I was searching for in one of the cases on the far left hand corner of the store. Taking another deep breath, I glanced over at the counter to see that Steve and Ryan still had the clerk quite distracted with their false description of what they were looking for.

Looking over once again, I realized for the first time how oddly muscular the clerk looked for a woman. She wasn’t’ exactly built like a brick wall or anything, but I could see her arms were bigger than those of most girls’

She did not exactly look like the kind of woman you wanted to fuck with in an alleyway, like’ she might kick your ass into the ground if you did.

I knelt down slowly and reached into my pocket pulling out the lock pick that Ryan had given me earlier. I went to work trying to pick the lock the best I could and as quickly as possible, until finally it clicked open.

Slowly and carefully, I pulled the door to the case open and reached inside. It was right within my grasp, the worst thing that could have happened occurred. As I grabbed the necklace and pulled it out, I moved to shut the door to the fulya escort case only to shut it a little too hard and the case made a vibrating sound. It was assisted’ by the sound of the jewelry inside clanking together and before I knew it, the clerk had looked away from my friends and noticed me.

“Hey, what the hell are you doing?”

Immediately, Steve and Ryan flew across the shop towards the exit and I jumped to my feet looking towards the door. I was about to run but found myself contemplating whether or’ not I should leave the necklace. If I took it with me then I stood a bigger chance of being hunted’ down by the authorities, or at least that was how I saw the situation.

The clerk jumped over the counter and to my surprise darted across the store straight towards me; damn was she fast. I threw the necklace down and darted faster than I had ever moved in my entire life towards the door. I was just inches away from making my escape out into the mall, when I felt a hand grab hold of my wrist and pull me back. I was’ spun around only to have my face make contact with a fist. I was seeing stars as I stumbled backwards and she released my hand from her grip, stepping forward and delivering a second and stronger blow to the side of my head.

That one knocked me to the floor and as I looked up at her’ I noticed the entire room was now spinning around me.

I glanced through the door looking for my friends; they were gone. They had left me here, abandoned me; I should have seen something like that coming, knowing how they were.

The dizziness did not stop, I found myself going in and out of consciousness for a few moments as I watched her move towards the door. She closed it and locked it, pulling down the blinds so no one outside could see into the store. Then she turned around and looked down at me, before leaning down to grab me by the arm and attempt to pull me to my feet.

As she did so, I felt myself slipping completely into unconsciousness; the next thing I knew, I was’ surrounded by darkness and silence.

I woke some time later, to find myself tied to a chair in a small room. My head was pounding and I found that I was extremely thirsty and a little hungry as well. Groaning, I looked around at my surroundings; there was a desk in the right hand corner.

It was’ covered with papers and other things and a phone hung on the wall right behind the desk. On the other two corners of the room were shelves with box’s and what looked like folders and’ such. I assumed I was in the manager’s office where the clerk would hold me in custody until mall security arrived. They would take me to their office and then call the police from there; then I would be taken out in cuffs and probably have charges pressed against me for attempted robbery.

This was fucking great, I thought to myself. What the’ hell was I going to tell my parents? Even better what was I going to tell Leslie when she found out I wouldn’t’ be able to take her out for our anniversary tomorrow night because I was in jail waiting for someone to bail me out. I just wanted to get this over with and found myself hoping that security would be here quickly.

The door to the office opened and in walked the clerk, with a sour look on her face. She shut the door and leaned against the desk staring at me for a few long moments. I wondered if she intended on even saying anything, or if she just felt the need to keep a close eye on me until security arrived.

“That was really fucking stupid,” she said finally. She crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head as though she were ashamed of my actions. Who the’ hell did she think she was anyway; I didn’t’ even know her.

“Why did you do that?”

“Why did you hit me so hard,” I replied sounding a little annoyed.

“Why did I hit you; well let’s see maybe because you tried to rob my fucking store and I knew I couldn’t just tell you ‘hey, sit down and wait while I call security’ now could I?”

I leaned my head back and sighed in frustration staring up at the ceiling trying to figure out what to do next. “Look, I know this probably won’t matter much,” I said.

“But…if you let me go and forget all about this I swear you will never even see my face again. I promise.”

She laughed and I found myself becoming a little angry with her. She pushed herself away from the desk and walked over to me, leaning down so that she was now eye to’ eye with me and could look me dead in the face with those dark brown eyes.

“Are you seriously trying to talk your way out of this?”

“Maybe…I guess…I don’t know okay, just please I said I won’t-“

“I don’t care what you said…what’s your name anyway?”

I sighed and looked away for a moment then looked back at her.

“Why?”

“Because I need to know your name so I can tell security when they get here,” she said walking away from me towards the phone. I realized now she had yet to even’ call security. Regardless, I was getting the feeling that there was no way I was going to get out of this situation bomonti escort no matter what I did.

“Nick,” I replied. “Nick Stevenson.”

“Well Nick…why don’t you explain to me why the hell you did this?”

What the hell, I thought. I was already’ screwed as it was I might as well just go along with whatever questions she felt she needed to ask me. The sooner she called security the sooner they would get here and the sooner the police could get me to jail and the faster I could get this all over with.

“I had to,”

She looked at me curiously as though she did not understand exactly what I meant. “What…you mean your friends forced you to do it?”

“No…no I mean, I had to. I was trying to do something nice for someone I love. My girlfriend,”

Suddenly, her demeanor changed; she moved away from the phone and leaned against the front of the desk again. The look on her face told me that she wanted me to continue explaining just what I had been thinking.

“Tomorrows our anniversary,” I said. “I wanted to buy her that necklace. I couldn’t’ afford it though; there was just no way. My friends…they do shit like this all the time. So they offered to help me get it for her, and I said no at first but after a while I just…couldn’t resist anymore.”

“Well your friends did a great job at helping you didn’t they,” she replied sarcastically.

Yeah, they had done one hell of a job for sure. They left me here, didn’t even try to help me get away with them just took off and now they were probably home relaxing safe and sound while I was stuck here waiting to have my ass hauled away to prison.

“Their assholes I guess,”

“You guess; yeah, I think their more than that.” She replied.

“Look just…call security okay? I just want to get this over with.”

She sighed, pushing herself up onto the desk itself and sitting down; she continued to stare at me long and hard and I was getting really annoyed.

“I’ve never known a criminal to do something like this just for their girlfriend or wife; you must really love her a lot.”

I smiled weakly and nodded my head, looking away.

“I do,”

“Well then,” she said sliding off the desk. “I have an offer to make you.”

Was I hearing her right? Was she offering to bargain with me; this was completely unexpected as you might imagine. What the’ hell would she possibly be willing to have me do to bargain with her here.

“How much do you love your girlfriend?”

“A lot,” I replied. I noticed at that moment that she was leaning over me now and I could see perfectly her beautiful cleavage. What exactly was she getting at right here?

I had no idea, but I could smell her perfume and between that and the sight of her cleavage, I could feel my cock becoming hard in my pants.

“Enough to do anything for that necklace,”

I simply nodded my head “yes” and she smiled, backing away from me just slightly. She removed the button up shirt that she was wearing suddenly, and hung it over the back of the chair by the desk. Now I was even more confused as I watched her make this move, then turn around and smile at me.

She was now wearing a white t-shirt which had been underneath of the button’ up shirt and I could see her huge tits poking through the fabric of the shirt. I was really getting’ turned on just watching her stand there with that big smile on her face as she stared at me for what felt like forever.

“You know,” she said. “I’m not your typical woman.”

“How so,” I asked.

“Well…you see I look like a woman act like a woman talk like one and smell like one yes. But there is one thing about me that is just a little different from your typical girl…let’s just say I come with some extra equipment.”

What the’ hell did that mean, I wondered. I wasn’t’ exactly putting two and’ two together here and she looked a little annoyed by that as she stepped closer. She started to untie me to my surprise, then she took me by the hand and pulled me forward some. She pressed her lips to mine and kissed me, before slipping her tongue into my mouth. As we stood there kissing she took both of my hands placing them on her belt for me to begin unbuckling it for her.

I undid the belt then undid the button of her pants and she grabbed my hand again, this time sliding it down her unfastened pants and into her underwear.

Further’ down my hand slid until I found myself quite shocked by what I had found and the next thing I knew I was yanking my hand away and pulling away from her in surprise. I couldn’t’ believe it myself; the beautiful seductive clerk happened to have a cock where there should have been a pussy.

“What’s the matter?” she asked me seductively.

“You uh…you’re a man,”

“No, not at all; I’m all woman I just have some extra parts, that’s all.”

“I can’t do this,” I said backing further away.

“It’s wrong of me to do it anyway; I have a girlfriend. Even if you were a real woman it would still be wrong.”

She was still smiling at me as kurtuluş escort she stepped closer and grabbed me by the shirt leaning in closer.

“I told you I AM a woman; and what your girlfriend doesn’t know won’t hurt her anyway.”

This was fucking crazy I couldn’t’ believe this was even happening.

“Here’s my offer; if you get naked for me and do whatever I ask you to do, I’ll let you go. I won’t call security and I’ll forget all about you; hell I may even let you take the ring and give it to your girlfriend anyway.”

“Just call security,” I said. “I’m not gay; I can’t do this.”

“There’s nothing gay about it sweet heart,” she laughed. “Besides,” she said as she suddenly slipped out of her pants and undergarments. I could see her cock dangling now between her legs and damn was it big, bigger than mine even. She turned around and bent over giving me a perfect view of her beautiful ass with her cock and balls dangling. She slapped herself on the ass and pulled her cheeks apart exposing her pink little asshole.

“When’s the last time your girlfriend let you fuck her in the ass,”

The offer was becoming surprisingly tempting to say the least. I couldn’t’ believe it but my own cock was actually throbbing right now and dripping pre-cum as well. In truth, Leslie never let me fuck her in the ass; she hated doing things like that, because she found them to be weird. Hell, I could rarely even get her to give me a blowjob unless I did something to “earn” it from her.

The clerk was no longer bending over for me; now she was laying’ across her desk with her legs spread wide and her cock standing at full attention as she stroked it nice and slow her eyes never leaving mine the whole time. Even just watching her lay there stroking herself seemed to be arousing to me now.

“Of course if you really don’t want to…” she trailed off reaching behind her and grabbing the phone from the wall. “I guess I’ll just go ahead and call security.”

“No,” I said in a sharp tone. “I…I’ll do it,”

Before I knew what the’ hell I was doing I had slipped out of my t-shirt followed by my jeans and boxers. I climbed on top of the desk with her, and she reached back again hanging the phone up while smiling at me. I leaned over top of her and she stared up at me as she ran her hands up and down my back and my ass causing me to shiver.

She pulled me in close and we kissed again, this time even more passionately then the last. Our cocks were both hard as rock rubbing together and I still could not believe any of this was even really happening. I would be an idiot to turn down this offer though.

I would get off completely free of charges and possibly get to keep the ring for Leslie and on top of that’ I was going to get’ laid to. Not that I couldn’t get laid by Leslie tomorrow night for our anniversary, but I was going to get laid by someone willing to do things that Leslie did not like to do. As we continued kissing, she grabbed hold of my cock and her own and started stroking them against one another. The friction felt good and I trembled at the feeling as my balls tightened with anticipation. I really just wanted to fuck her right here right now I didn’t’ want to wait anymore.

Unfortunately, she pushed me off and I thought for a moment that maybe she had changed her mind or something. She got off the desk and had me sit down on the chair where I had been sitting earlier and she got down on her knees right in front of me. I groaned leaning my head back as she leaned in close and wrapped her warm moist lips around my hard cock. Up and down her head began to bob as she took my dick in and out of her mouth, all the way back to the back of her throat. Leslie did not know how to deep throat without gagging way to much; it was one reason she hated sucking my dick.

This woman or…man…whatever you chose to call her, was doing an exceptional job though. I had never had a blowjob quite this good before,

I could feel myself starting to get close and I ran a hand through her hair as I braced myself for what I knew was going to happen at any given moment. Finally, before I could give her any warning, I thrust my hips upward shoving my dick to the back of her throat and let out a howl of pleasure as I started to cum shooting my load down her gullet.

She choked a little in surprise, but swallowed it all just like’ a true cocksucker would do. I was absolutely amazed’ at her skill and her willingness to swallow every’ last drop.

“Oops,” she said as she pulled my dick from her mouth. “You came a lot easier than I thought; you should have told me so I could have stopped.”

“Stopped; why would I have wanted that,”

“Well so you could have had a piece of my ass of course,” she said smiling as she turned around and waved her ass right in my face. I felt my dick responding to the beautiful sight, growing hard again already.

“To bad,” she said. “You only get one shot; now it’s my turn.”

Before I could protest she pulled me off of the chair and had me lay on the desk where she climbed on top of me and planted her ass right on my chest. Her huge cock was now mere inches from my face as she leaned forward and crammed it down my throat causing me to choke and gag. She began throat fucking me with such force I thought for sure I was going to puke all over the place because she kept pressing against my gag reflex.

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“So, you write stories.”

I nod.

“What kind of stories?”

I already saw this coming. I could lie, of course, but I like her, I trust her, and I think I’d like to share this part of me. So I open up my laptop and show her my Author’s List.

“O…kay. You write porn.” She checks out the list. “BDSM?”

I shrug; what can I say?

“Only reading and writing?”

“It’s just me, here,” I reply, “so, yes; it’s all in my head.”

“But now there’s you and me; would you allow me to experience one of your stories?”

Do I get this correctly? I check her out, but her daring look convinces me. I take a deep breath, and… “Okay, take off your clothes.”

I’ll be damned; she really follows my order! Unceremoniously, her clothes drop on bursa escort the ground.

I briefly look at her; I know it’s my turn now. She wanted a story; not just sex. “And now, put on your jeans again… I said ‘jeans’; not ‘panties’.

“And now your shoes… and your jacket. Nope; no bra or shirt.”

***

I take her to the city centre, into a clothes-shop. “Pick yourself a skirt and a shirt; something playful.”

I raise my shoulders in answer to her pleading look after I told her to try them on; “It’s your story…”

The clothes fit nicely, and I tell her to change back into her old clothes again. I pay and take her to a café, where I tell her to get changed in the toilet, while I order our drinks. I was prepared; I give her a pair of scissors to remove the price-tags.

“It’s warm enough today,” I reprimand her; “Take off that jacket.” I do enjoy watching the nipples pressing through the thin fabric; she’s nervous, but also excited.

After finishing our drinks, we move on.

She refuses, when we’re about bursa escort bayan to enter a sex-shop, but again I raise my shoulders—what did she expect?—and eventually, she does follow me inside.

Yes, she has some experience with a small butt-plug. Aghast, she watches me picking up a butt-plug set consisting of various sizes, a decent-size dildo, lubricant, and a bottle of toy-cleaner. I’ve accepted that I’m going to spend some money on this particular story. Obviously, she’s not happy when I give my cash-card and code for her to pay, but I leave her no choice; she wanted her story.

Next is the pet-shop. Of course, they also sell such items in the sex-shop, but spending money is one thing, wasting money is something else. I find her a dog-collar and a riding-crop. Again, it’s her task to pay. Once outside, I put on her collar, and kiss her on the cheek; “Are you okay?”

She nods, but that’s not the type of story she’s taking part in. “I can’t hear you!”

“Yes, I’m okay.” And then, after my stern look; “Yes, görükle escort bayan I’m okay, Master. Thank you.”

I can tell she’s not happy about the fact that I won’t let her put the riding-crop in one of the bags; while I’m carrying her old clothes and the other purchases, I make her hold the crop in her hand. I think her obvious attempts of trying to hide that thing only attract more attention, but that’s her problem.

Then the household store; another address for saving money. Wooden spatulas work just as well as BDSM-paddles, but come at a fraction of their price. And they also sell clothespins. Her anxious look, when seeing me picking those items from the shelf, is priceless in itself.

And finally, the DIY-store. Of course they sell rope; you can get bundles of convenient lengths. I wonder how often those end up in the bedrooms. I skip the tie-rips and tape; this should be enough for now. This time, she really pleads with me, but I am adamant, and mighty satisfied with myself, watching her paying for the rope, with the riding-crop still in her hand. I’m sure people will make the connection… And I’m sure she knows that too.

This is everything we need, I guess, so I take her back home.

***

Once inside my house, I look her in the eyes; “Is this enough for now, or do you want me to show you how this story ends?”

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