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A Sissy’s Reward

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Every time he does this to me he drives me crazy, keeps me addicted to his hand. I feel my sissy-like penis strain to escape from between my legs. I’m very small, only about 3″ when hard. I keep it tucked for him, hold it tight between my legs at all times…except for when he does what he’s about to do to me now.

He’s not interested in my tiny thing. Only uses it to do what he calls ‘reward’ me. Calls it ‘milking’ me, it’s more like remind me just how very owned I am. I’m his completely. He knows that, smiles up at me as I present my penis to him. And he knows that this is a very humiliating thing for me to do, knows I’m very self conscious of the fact that I’m small, not man-like as he is.

I part my legs slightly and let it fall out from between them. The head of my penis stands up in front, pointed right at him. I look like the sissy I am, little dick says it all. I can see myself in mirrors on the walls. We are in my ‘play’ room, as he calls it, in the basement of my house. My little thing is as he says, ‘worthless to any woman’. I’m shaved baby smooth top to bottom, makes me look even more like a little boy when exposed like this, don’t look like a man at all. He savors that feeling, that image. And the way he exposes me, does it so slowly, so matter-of-factly, takes his time.

He’s seated in his leather chair in the center of the room. It is HIS chair, sits it in when I’m to be inspected or talked to about an infraction on my part. I’m standing in front of him. He’s still dressed as he was at his office, before he called and told me to be ready for a quick visit, before he drove from work to my place, mid afternoon. Told me that I should be dressed in just panties and shoes, lubricated rear, collar and wrist cuffs too.

He’s sitting in front of me, lowering my panties. He makes me shiver the way he does it. Does not do it like some men I have known, he takes his time. He doesn’t put his fingers in the top waist band and then rip them down, doesn’t just grab them and pull them off. No. He makes it seem like forever! This drives me crazy! Takes the sides of the panty leg openings from below, toys with the lace around them with his fingers and pulls them down slowly. He unwraps me like a gift. Let’s them slide down so suggestively across my soft and smooth rear, I feel the cool air on my butt as I becomes completely exposed, tight little bubble butt that I work hard to maintain just for him. I feel the lacey waist band drag slowly against the end of my penis, now sticking out from between my legs. Feel the soft and girly ruffles drag across head and the sides of my smooth and tanned legs. I feel my little thing jump. Feel the panties pull at the pink ribbon tied in a bow around the base of my little balls.

He lowers my panties to just above my knees and lets them hang there, fixes the lace at the top and bottom, so it isn’t turned inside out, displays them. He sits back and looks up at me. Looks me up and down, smiles slightly, he takes it all in. He always does.

“So pretty. So fucking pretty.” He stares at me.

I’m standing with my wrists cuffed to a locking neck collar. That’s part of my reward too, he insists. He secured my wrists as soon as he arrived. I’m wearing large hoop earrings that ‘clink’ against the metal hooks in the collar. My hair is done perfectly, the way he likes it, pulled off to one side, almost over my left eye. I have on way too much makeup, another think he likes. Dark eye makeup and hot pink lip gloss with deep pink almost red lip liner, I have a very cute almost passable look and he appreciates that too. I have a very kinky look that makes even straight men think twice, work hard at it just for him. I’m wearing 3″ spike heel pink pumps and white lace ruffle top girly ankle sox. That’s all I wear other than my pink ruffled panties, now dangleing just above my knees.

“You’re very sexy. You know that, don’t you, baby.” He leans forward runs his index finger up the top of my naked thigh sinop escort and then flicks the end of my now semi-erect penis with his middle finger. I flinch back from the slight pain of it, struggle to not dip down. I correct myself and stand straight up, feel my penis start to go slightly limp. “Very nice!”

“Yes, Daddy. I do it for only you, only you. I want you so bad right now.” I look down at him and he looks away from me. He takes the pink ribbon around my balls and penis, pulls at it, unties it and lets it fall to the floor. I feel my his other hand reach back and cup my right cheek. His hands are huge, strong. He runs his hand gently over me, pets me, toys with the crack of my rear with his fingers. Feel a finger go deeper between my cheeks, brush against my little hole, I immediately respond, my tiny penis stands up for him.

“Let’s get this over with. I don’t have a lot of time today.” He holds my rear end tightly as he bends forward and takes a small bottle of k-y from beside the chair. He slaps my rear hard, pushing me toward him, toward his face. I wince as he takes his hand away from my rear and puts k-y all over it. He puts the plastic bottle back on the floor and then forms his fingers into the shape of and ‘O’ around the base of my balls. He squeezes, holds me tightly in place, pulls me upward. This pushes my tiny erection straight up in front of him. I feel his other hand gently glide over the head of my penis covering it with k-y. Then I feel him take just the tiny head of it between his thumb and index finger. He runs his finger over the hole, hears me start to moan, almost cry for him. He begins. I start to whimper can hardly stand straight for him.

“That’s it. Let it go, baby. So cute, so submissive, what would you do without your Daddy.” He leans forward to the edge of his seat, starts to work, drives me crazy. “Did you play with men on-line since I saw you last?” He takes his hand off of me quickly, looks up at me as he tightens the hold around my balls, pulls me up onto my toes. He hears the panic in my voice fill the room…

“No, Daddy, no! I was a very good boy, didn’t do anything like that…please…”, puts his fingers back on me, starts to feel the pre-cum on the end of my penis, rubs it all around the head…”no, I swear…”…

“Shhhhhssss, just enjoy your little reward. Such a good boy.” I feel him start to pump with his finger and thumb, rapidly. “Cum! Do it for me, don’t make me wait, baby, cum. You know what I want from you, do it.” He stares at my penis, feels me quiver as he works me, takes me to the edge. I see him look up at me, sternly…”Cum, do it, fucking cum, bitch!”

Hear him laugh as I start to shake. Cum runs down all over my penis as he holds it straight my by my balls, feel the warmth of it as it spurts and then drips down my little thing. He runs his fingers over the tip of it, “Very good, a good little boy. And in less than five minutes.” I don’t dare say a word as he finishes with me. Feel him milk the shaft gently after I go soft. And then he releases me. I don’t wait to be told. He holds his hand up, the one with the most cum on it. I bend forward and lick it clean. Then the other, I taste my cum, lick it with my tongue trying to be very careful not to get my lipstick on his hand.

“I have to see this for myself some time, have to get someone to film you like this, very erotic. I want to watch you being milked, watch you clean up after. This is very hot. Only problem is I can’t watch your pathetic little show, I have to milk you. I want to see it from all angles, see that ass of yours quiver, shiver and shake.” He sits back in his chair. “What if I found someone to do this for me, send you to him, not have to touch that sissy thing ever again?”

“Daddy, please don’t say that, I love you doing this for me. Please, you know I love you, don’t want anyone else. Please…” He hears the pleading in my voice. Watches me beg him, he sits forward in his chair, sivas escort reaches out and runs his hand up the smooth inner side of my left leg. There’s cum all over the front of my dangling panties. Some of it drips onto the tile floor.

He stands, I feel him take me by my left arm and pull me to the back of his chair, firmly. Feel him hold my arm so tight I cry out, Feel him push me forward, bend me over the back of his chair, my face pushed into the seat of it. I feel his foot push my feet apart, he spreads my legs. He slaps my rear then runs his hand over the curve of my cheeks, can feel him looking down at me. Then I hear him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. “You know that even though I’m in a hurry giving you your sissy reward always puts me in the mood. You know you make me want to fuck you, baby, makes my cock hard when you do your little submissive reward show. You love that, don’t you, baby?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. I feel his erection run up between the crack of my rear, feel him put it to my tight little hole, “Uhhhh, yes!” He pushes it in deep…then pulls back out quickly. “I knew there was a reason I keep you as my sissy bitch…ooooo, you are the best little fuck I think I’ve ever had, better than my wife…and that’s saying a lot. Oooo…yes!”

Feel my little hole open wide for him, feel him use it to just run the head of his erection in and out of, short little teasing strokes, he makes me open and close around the head of his cock quickly. I can feel him enjoying my tight rear end, feel him as he uses me. Then he just pushes it in, doesn’t wait for me get ready, pushes it in as far as it will go. He starts to fuck. I cry out, jump slightly. He ignores me and I feel him start to pump to cum. He pushes my face down into the chair seat, feel him take my rear in both hands tightly. He holds me in place as he starts to fuck very hard and very fast. Only sound in the room is my soft whimpering and his erection sliding in and out of me in long strokes, can hear the k-y slippery sound.

I stay perfectly still for him, know that he likes me to do that, just let him use my rear until he finishes. He is very big, large 9″ cock, big even when he’s soft. I can not get him all the way into my mouth when I please him that way. And he can’t get it all the way into my rear, hurts to have him do this when he fucks me in this position. Fucks me so hard and rough I start to cry softly, as he loses himself to my rear end. I can’t help it, can feel my eye makeup start to run from tears in my eyes. I close my eyes.

When he cums he squeezes the sides of my legs, leaves finger mark bruises when he does that. He lifts me up slightly like a limp doll, holds me in place and buries it in as far it will go. I cry out loudly, can’t help it, start to push my back up, arch it off the chair seat. I struggle to hold the arms of the chair, keep still for him. Feel his short, fast strokes…”Ooooooo, fuck! Yessssss! You little bitch, so good…ooooooo!” Then he holds it all the way in as he just barely starts to go soft. He finishes, releases the sides of my rear end, lets me drop to the chair back.

He slaps my rear hard, makes me wince. “You are so precious, Precious!” He laughs. He gave me my nickname, ‘Precious’. Knows I don’t like it but he calls me that anyway. I feel him take two final long slow full length strokes in and out of my butt, he’s semi-erect but still huge…”Oh yeah.” He pats my rear and pulls out. I shake slightly as he does, feel my rear end tighten. I stay in place, feel like I can’t move. I know what he wants next.

He stands runs his hand up between my cheeks, spreads them. “Lot of cum for you, baby. I treat my little boy very nice, no?” He takes my arm, helps me up off the back of the chair, turns me toward him. He pats the side of my cheek. “Good boy…or should I say good girl?”, laughs when he says that. He steps back and looks me up and down. My makeup smeared, panties down around my knees, tekirdağ escort his cum starting to drip down the tops of my legs, I look at him, smile slightly, wink at him…”You know I’ll do anything for you, Daddy. Anything.” I look to the floor.

He watches as I kneel and slightly struggle not to fall with my hands locked to the side of my neck collar. I do what he wants. Hate the taste of my rear end on him, hate it, but would never say that to him, ever. I take him in my mouth, suck the last of me off of him, run my tongue around the head, suck the last of his cum off of his cock. I feel him start to get semi-hard, just a little. I run my tongue up over the hole, make my tongue into a little point, start to lick the hole up and down the way he likes. Then I feel his hand push my forehead away, his cock falls out of my mouth. “Precious, you know I don’t have time for that now, spent too much time here already.” He motions me up, back up onto my feet, takes my arm and helps me get up. He bends forward and pulls my panties to my ankles, has me step out of them. He uses the clean rear end of them to wipe himself clean of my lipstick. Tossing them to the floor in front me he turns away and pulls his pants back up quickly, fixes his underwear, zips up and fastens his belt. He takes his keys out of his pocket. “Let’s get you unlocked, baby. I have to go.”

He unlocks my wrist cuffs and collar. “You’re a mess, Precious. You get yourself all pretty after I leave. I’ll call you tonight. Have something I want to talk to you about, talk to you about seeing a friend of mine, he’s a photographer.” He watches as my face bolts up to him. He puts his finger on my lips, “Shhhh, we’ll talk later.” He stands, walks to the door. I have to get home, my wife will be there in about an hour.” He turns to me, “I may have her go down on me, think about you while she does it.” He laughs, knows that makes me slightly jealous.

I hurry to him at the door. “Thank you, Daddy, thank you. You know I love it when you visit.” He runs his hand down the front me, feels me respond to his touch. I look down at my little thing, feel it struggle up between my legs. He reaches up and takes my right nipple between his fingers, grabs my rear with his other hand, holds me up on my toes…”Put that think back between your legs. You be a good boy, no other men on-line, I know what a slut you are. I’m going to try to see you later tonight. Wear something very cute, very red and tight. Red, like the end of my cock when I stick it in you.” He takes his hands off me, doesn’t hear me moan with excitement at his touch. He turns and leaves the room. I hear him hurry up the stairs to the front door and then close it behind him. Hear his car start.

I turn and face the mirrors all over the room, feel his cum running out of me, dripping down my legs and to the tops of my ruffled ankle sox and shoes onto the tile floor as I walk away from the door. I put my finger up against my little hole, push it in slightly, hold his cum in me. Feels sore in a very submissively good way, I feel used by a real man, feel so slippery and wide open. Think to myself, ‘fuck his wife, she can’t give him what I do’, feel very jealous for split second.

Looking at myself in the mirrored room I see that he’s right. I am a mess. Have to shower and make myself smooth, soft and pretty, have to fix my hair and makeup, put on something he likes to see me in. Just in case he can get away later tonight, I want to be ready for my man…and maybe his photographer friend too. I have just the outfit! That makes me very hot to think about. So hot that I have to do my dirty little act before I do anything else…let my thing fall out from between my legs, after tucking it at the door for him. I stand and face the mirror, start to play with my little penis. Writhe and fuck my hand, do it so sexy and slow, think about what it would be like to do this for him, my fantasy. I know he’s not interested in that. I masturbate and think about the sissy I really am. See my eye makeup running down my cheeks, lipstick smeared all over my mouth and chin, his cum on my legs, feel it up between my cheeks, my cum all over my panties on the floor…I see it all in the mirror. I see me.

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My Best Friend’s Father Ch. 02

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The sound of a dog barking outside caused me to stir. I yawned and stretched before rubbing my eyes. Feeling the hangover from the previous night’s drinking, I slowly sat up and took in the unfamiliar surroundings. I rubbed my eyes once more and pulled my hair away from my face. The duvet fell away from my body, exposing my naked breasts to the empty room. The double bed I had slept in was not mine. The bedroom I found myself waking in was certainly not mine.

“Emma!” I shrieked.

It quickly dawned on me that Emma had not come home. I checked my phone and found no missed calls or texts from her.

“Bitch,” I huffed as I began my text to her, demanding to know where she was.

Yanking the duvet away, I slid my naked body from the bed and headed straight towards the ensuite bathroom. As I marched angrily towards the closed door a cold shiver suddenly came over me and stopped me dead in my tracks …

“Jack!” I exclaimed, “oh no, no, no, no, no! Please tell me I didn’t?”

Reality then struck further, but this time it struck like a bolt of lightning. Instantaneously I felt guilty, cheap, dirty, and disgusted at the realisation that I had in fact had sex with my best friend’s dad. I jumped into the shower and tried desperately to piece together the events of the previous night. But I couldn’t think clearly enough to remember whether I had enjoyed it, hated it, led him on or if I had been taken advantage of? All I could think about while I scrubbed my body beneath the hot water was that I’d had sex with not only my best friend’s dad, but a forty-seven-year-old man! He had watched me grow up for crying out loud.

Once showered, I searched for my bag of fresh clothes before grimacing at the next realisation. I had left it by the side of my bed at home. As if the situation couldn’t get any worse, I next realised that I had left my dress downstairs last night.

“For fucks sake, Sophie!” I felt like crying.

There was no way on earth I was going to call out to Jack or worse, try and sneak down and risk getting seen by him. I began to panic, and my anxiety was about to take over when I noticed Emma’s big fluffy white dressing gown hanging on the back of her bedroom door. I quickly grabbed it and covered my naked body. Hoping Jack would not hear me, I then blow dried my hair quicker than I had ever done before. I did not care for knots, I just needed it dry before putting my hair through a bobble and into a ponytail.

Feeling a little bit better about myself, I suddenly heard noises from downstairs. It was Jack. I crept towards the bedroom door and listened, hoping Emma had arrived home to inadvertently rescue me from this nightmare. It was not to be. All I could hear was Jack whistling and singing terribly to a song on the radio.

“Damn it,” I moaned.

I rushed towards Emma’s wardrobe and pulled open the doors, near ripping them from their hinges. I searched frantically for something I could wear. A pair of joggers and a hoodie was all I needed. A jumper and leggings even, anything that would prevent Jack from seeing me in Emma’s dressing gown.

I couldn’t believe it. All I could find was slut wear, short dresses, and skirts.

“For fuck sake, Emma!” I cursed her. “Don’t you wear normal clothes around the house?”

But then finally I found a pair of jeans. My relief was to be short lived when the size was too small. I was a proud size ten, but even in these desperate times I was never going to fit into her petite size eight. Her bras were no good either. I didn’t even bother to look. I had always been considerably bustier than Emma.

Then, as if my preys had been answered my phone began to ring. I scrambled towards the familiar noise and the caller ID said Emma. If my mind was a gun, then it was loaded ready to fire as I accepted the call.

“Where the hell are you?” I demanded to know. “What the fuck are you playing at, Emma!”

“Calm down, potty mouth,” came her childish giggling response.

“Calm down?” I returned with more venom in my tone. “I need to go home, and your dad is downstairs. I don’t have anything to wear except your dressing gown because I stupidly left my bag of clothes to change into at home.”

“Just put your dress on and call a cab.” She said, making it sound all so simple. “Keep an eye out for the cab and just say goodbye on your way out.”

Perhaps it could and would have been that simple if I hadn’t ridden her father’s cock last night on the sofa and then absent-mindedly left my dress on the floor with my shoes.

“Ok, ok,” I sighed in defeat.

“What’s the big deal anyway?” she asked. “My dad saw you in the dress last night. He isn’t going to care. It’s not like you’re doing the walk of shame,” she paused before adding with laughter, “unlike me.”

There it was again, that ice cold shiver came over me and her words rang loud and clear in my head.

The walk of shame … that’s exactly what it would be. If only she knew the truth, actually … better she doesn’t!

“Anyway,” I said, desperately feeling ordu escort the need to change the subject, “what time are you getting your arse back here?”

“I’ll be about an hour or two.”

“I’m not happy with you, Emma!” I just couldn’t let it go.

“I know and I’m really sorry. You know I always let the drink and dancing get the better of me. I’ll make it up to you I promise.”

With that I hung up and tried to gather my thoughts. It could have been worse I eventually reasoned with my myself. Naked could have been my only option if it weren’t for the dressing gown. I decided I would get a grip of myself and face Jack with a stiff upper lip, even if it meant I had to wear the dressing gown. I planned to go downstairs, act nonchalantly, grab my dress and shoes, and come straight back to the bedroom. Who cares if I appear rude, I thought?

But then reality kicked in again. Oh God … I had walked to bed naked! What a slut he must think I am!

Jack was slurping on his coffee, eyes down at his phone scrolling with his finger, when I nervously entered the kitchen.

“Good morning,” he beamed, raising his head upon my entrance.

“Morning,” came my mumbled response.

I tried to ignore his wandering eyes as they scanned the length of my body, but they had caused me to pull the dressing gown tighter, which in turn caused him to smirk. So much for the stiff upper lip.

“Coffee?” He offered, whilst lifting the black pot from the table.

“Urmmm … no thank you, I … I just need …”

“Your dress is folded up over the arm of the sofa with your shoes on the floor.” He smiled.

I searched behind me and into the living room, then turned back to look at him. “Thanks,” I replied.

“Come,” he insisted, “sit down and have some coffee, the bacon is almost ready, so I’ll make you my classic bacon sandwich.”

I smiled awkwardly, trying to be polite, before finally agreeing to sit down and accept the coffee and bacon sandwich. I was in fact hungry and in need of some caffeine, but breakfast just wasn’t on my agenda that morning. Jack poured me a cup of coffee and I felt myself relaxing properly for the first time. I reached out with both hands and accepted the hot cup from him.

“The doctor says I have to watch my cholesterol.” He chuckled whilst making the sandwiches. “But one bacon sandwich on the weekend won’t kill me I’m sure”

I smiled as if to agree, but in reality, my mind was pre-occupied, and I didn’t care about his cholesterol. I felt so confused. I wanted to avoid him and what had happened at all costs. Here I was in his presence, and he was acting like a gentleman with no hint of awkwardness. A tough situation turned a little easier right? So why was his appropriate behaviour starting to annoy me? Did I want him to bring it up?

In truth, I couldn’t ignore the big fat white elephant in the room as he could. I didn’t want to discuss last night or how we must never repeat it or let Emma find out, and I most certainly didn’t want to hear how wonderful or regrettable it may have been. Jack in fairness was just being the experienced adult and pretending nothing had happened between us. Get a grip Sophie and get with the programme, I told myself … and so I did.

“I see Emma didn’t come home last night.” he said whilst handing me a bacon sandwich.

“No, but I haven’t long spoken to her and she’s on her way home.” I said, wanting him to believe our time alone was short.

“Oh,” came his surprised reply. “She texted me just before you came down saying she was going out for breakfast with Ben. I assume Ben is the guy from last night?”

I nodded and smiled meekly before my mind filled with the most painful way to hurt Emma when I finally got my hands on her.

For the next forty minutes or so I had completely relaxed and almost forgotten about our previous evenings unplanned tryst. We sat as two normal people and discussed the up-and-coming bank holiday, what are plans were and how the weather would likely ruin it. We shared some laughs and there wasn’t one single innuendo … but I hadn’t completely forgotten, how could I?

One bacon sandwich and two cups of coffee later I announced that I should probably get going. Jack agreed but with some reluctance in his body language. For the first time that morning I felt some affection for him, thinking it was cute of him to appear sad that I was leaving. I smiled, stood up from the table and walked into the lounge to collect my dress and shoes. My sixth sense told me he was watching me.

“Do you have to go?” he asked.

“Yes,” my tone almost sympathetic as I turned to face and answer him.

“I didn’t get a wink of sleep last night, Sophie.” He told me as he walked to join me in the lounge.

“Emma was fine,” I said, hoping that’s what had been on his mind all night.

“It wasn’t Emma I was thinking about.” He replied bluntly.

Damn it, I could have died with embarrassment. I opened my mouth to speak but the room fell silent, I couldn’t think of any rize escort words fast enough to reply.

“Can’t you stay a little longer?” he spoke softly, almost pleading. “I think you’re beautiful.”

My mind began to spin. Why did he have to fuck it up now? He hid his feelings so well we could have gotten out of this unscathed. I genuinely didn’t know how to react, and the damn words I desperately needed to put this fire out, before it burned everything down, were nowhere to be found

He lowered his gaze. I instinctively looked down and found the dressing gown had parted, revealing almost my entire left breast. I quickly adjusted the dressing gown once more.

“Now I really have to go.” I told him.

“I apologise. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I really mean it when I say you’re beautiful.”

“It’s ok.” I lied.

Anxiously, I made my way upstairs to Emma’s bedroom to call a cab. Back inside my safe zone, I picked my phone up from the bed and held it tightly whilst staring blankly at the screen. I was half expecting to wake up from a bad dream and the other half … only god knew.

I looked up at the mirror on the wall which was directly in line with the end of the bed. Instead of calling a cab, I just stared for a few moments at my reflection trying to gauge how I was feeling and how I was going to deal with situation moving forwards. Why did he have to fuck it up at the end?

I thought about our breakfast together as I sat down on the bed. It hadn’t been as bad as I first feared it would be. When I got up to leave, I felt confident and happier. I thought a little deeper, trying to make sense of my emotions. The little episode at the end wasn’t really that bad was it? I chuckled to myself at how I had responded, leaving him so sharply like that after accidently flashing my breast.

“This is such a fucked-up situation, seriously fucked-up.” I said out loud and chuckled to myself.

Eventually, I managed to compose my thoughts and decided to get a move on and call a cab, get dressed and then get the hell out of there when suddenly …

“Your laugh is so cute and sexy?”

“Shit, Jack!” I shrieked. “You’re really fucking with my emotions this morning. What the hell are you doing just walking in on me like that, I could have been naked!”

“Sorry to startle you.” He stepped towards me. “I was worried about you Sophie. I’m sorry.”

“You’re worried about me?”

I knew my tone sounded surprised but deep down in that small moment it was his turn to appear cute. Cute that he cared, even if he was the cause of the situation in the first place. No, that was unfair, after all it takes two to tango. Just stick to the plan Sophie, stick to the plan, and don’t encourage the conversation.

“Yes,” he replied gently. “I need to know you’re ok.”

“I’m fine, honestly Jack I’m fine. I just need to get home.”

That’s it girl, stick to the plan.

Jack stepped closer and closer until finally he was sitting beside me on the bed. I looked directly at him. Despite having already spent the best part of an hour together I felt like I was seeing him for the first time. He looked handsome, clean shaven and he was being empathetic towards me. I suddenly realised I hadn’t considered his thoughts or feelings for one single second since I had woken up. We sat still and silent for a few moments, just staring at one another.

Stick to the plan, Sophie, stick the plan damn it!

“So,” he gently continued, “are you ok?”

Tell him yes and tell him to get his arse the hell out of the bedroom, and then get your arse out of there, girl. Remember the plan, stick to the plan!

“I don’t know how I’m feeling right now.” I answered honestly, rubbing my forehead gently with the back of my hand. “Are you ok?” I returned the question.

Damn it, girl. You’ve fucked it now!

“I don’t regret what we did. I’m sorry if you do, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you all night and morning. That near killed me at breakfast acting as if nothing had happened between us.” He sounded so sincere.

“But Emma?” I mused.

“What about her?” he threw it back as it were no big deal.

“What?” Came my shocked response. “I’m her best friend. I’m eighteen years old. We are both eighteen years old and you are her father. Shit Jack, you’re old enough to be my father. You’ve watched me grow up and not once did I ever feel threatened by you.”

“I never gave you cause to feel threatened.” He replied defensively. “I never lusted after you. Sure, you were a pretty young girl who has now blossomed into a beautiful young woman, but I never imagined or planned what happened last night.”

“But it did happen!” I snapped, a little angrier than I meant to. “Actually, how the hell did it happen?”

“I take full responsibility for what happened. Not because I’m the older adult or because I’m Emma’s father, but because I couldn’t control my urges to come on to you.”

My mouth dropped open, but yet again I was lost for words. Jack then shuffled sakarya escort a little closer towards me on the bed.

“That wavy brown hair of yours, those sparkling green eyes.” He complimented as he placed his hand on my knee, just like he had done the night before. “Your beautiful firm body in that dress,” he added dropping his gaze down to my chest.

I didn’t know what to say. I felt paralysed but far away from feeling frightened.

“I want you, Sophie.”

“No, Jack.”

“Tell me you didn’t enjoy last night?” His tone was challenging me softly as he gently cupped the side of my face.

“It’s not about weather I enjoyed it, Jack.”

“Yes, it is.”

He looked deep into my eyes. I had to admire his willingness to risk not only my rejection, but really pushing me to the brink of freaking out on him, and not in a sexy freaky way either.

“I want you,” his simple words were soft, calm, cool and seductive.

I still had no response for him, so I just sat in silence wanting to go but also wanting to stay. I should have stuck to the plan!

He smiled at me and ran his hand through my hair, it felt comforting. He continued smiling and then stared at my lips, neck, and chest before suddenly his lips were touching mine. I felt a sensation between my legs, a tiny contraction as he kissed me.

“We can’t do this again. I have to go,” I finally spoke, but without making any effort to move.

I knew I wasn’t going to make any real effort. His kisses moved onto my neck and I closed my eyes. The tiny contraction between my legs had now turned into lots of tiny contractions, one after the other. With each contact his soft lips made with my neck I felt the contractions getting stronger and stronger until they were no longer tiny.

“Oh, Jack,” I moaned, “we can’t.”

He continued his gentle assault on my neck before moving round to my throat. He too started to groan. Eyes closed I began to concentrate on the sensation he had created inside me. Tingles everywhere as I broke out in goose bumps. His hands moved towards the dressing gown. I pushed my shoulders back, offering my breasts as he opened the dressing gown and cupped them. I panted and groaned as he pushed my full breasts together and groped.

“Jack,” I called out, not sure whether I was calling his name to stop or continue … probably a bit of both.

“Relax,” he said smoothly, before pushing me back gently until I was lying flat on the bed.

He quickly slid from the bed and onto his knees. I knew his eyes would be level with what lay between my legs. I was still wearing the dressing gown, but it was now completely open, exposing my naked body to him. My breath came in shallow gasps with the sensation of my legs being slowly spread further apart.

“Oh, my you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, “so tight and wet, so welcoming. I always imagined you would taste amazing.”

Jack pulled me down the bed, placed my legs over his shoulders and moaned. I cupped my breasts and squeezed them in anticipation of what was about to happen. I didn’t have to wait long before I felt his hot breath between my legs.

“Oh, fuck yes,” I moaned, his flattened tongue moved in wide, slow strokes. “Oh, yes!”

My body began twitching as he explored my inner and outer lips, my soft folds. He moved and teased up and around my clit and back down the other side. As if the sensation couldn’t get any better, he gently added a finger into the action, lubricating it from the juices leaking from my body before inserting one finger in and out, using short but firm strokes.

“Yes … oh fuck, Jack … yes don’t stop.”

“I don’t think I could stop even if I wanted to.” He chuckled.

Jack added a second finger and placed his tongue back on my clit, massaging it in a gentle circular motion. As each amazing moment passed, his penetrating fingers and the pressure of his tongue on my clit grew firmer. I couldn’t hold back much longer, not that I was trying to. My moans became louder, my thighs tightened against the sides of his head until finally …

“Ohhhhh, ughhhh, fuck, Jack, yes … yes, don’t stop.” I moaned, so close to my climax. “Ohhhhh god, yes!”

My climax gripped me tightly. My body twitched, shook, and then convulsed as I gasped for breath and my groans grew louder and louder.

“You didn’t last long,” he sounded arrogantly pleased with himself.

We looked into each other’s eyes, deeply. I was still lying flat on my back, completely satisfied from my climax watching Jack undress. We both sensed his dominance as he picked my legs up and rested my ankles upon his shoulders. He didn’t have the athletic body of guys my age then, but he was in decent shape and his determined look made me want him now more than ever. All anxious and nervous thoughts had evaporated. We were going to fuck again, right there on Emma’s bed, his daughters’ bed, and nobody was going to stop us.

With my ankles still resting on his shoulders, Jack leaned over me. He supported his weight on his hands and opened his thighs slightly to get into position. Instinctively, I held his thighs and helped guide him inside of me. Hands free of his cock I felt the swollen head nudge up against my lips. I was soaking wet. We both groaned before slowly but surely, he entered me.

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When this happened, my girlfriend, Sheila, and I had been going out for about three years.

We met on the job, both of us recently out of school. We did the normal stuff and always had great sex. We were committed to each other enough to move in together, but being young, just didn’t want to get married right away.

We ended up living beside an interesting couple, Mike and Anne. He was in his mid 30’s and she was a few years younger. He was an engineer and Army Reservist and she worked in some administrative capacity at a local university. It turns out he’d been in the Army full time, but after a couple of tours they wanted to dial it down and so he went into the reserves.

We ended up spending many evenings with them, getting tipsy and sharing stories. His were interesting, mine, not so much. Anne and Sheila became very good friends. One day they went to a spa and in the steam room Anne told Sheila that Mike wanted her to sleep with other men. The whole conversation came up because she invited Sheila to “go dancing” the following weekend, girls only. It turned out Mike would be gone for a weekend drill and he didn’t mind if she hit the town. We were pretty naive then and thought the whole idea sounded “odd”.

Needless to say, I found it exciting. I encouraged her to go, but in a way that made it seem as if it was a joke. In truth a big part of me was thrilled. Since we’d become serious, the idea of her going to a bar was absurd unless we went together and even then, it was to meet friends. Long story short, we made it happen. That evening Anne came over and I was a little shocked. She was HOT. Don’t get me wrong, I knew she was pretty, but she was dressed to kill. Both of them left. That night I did chores and contemplated what was happening. I felt jealous but aroused.

Nothing actually happened, but the weeks turned into months and Anne would update Sheila on her progress. The “breakthrough” occurred when she confessed that Mike had driven her to a swinger club in the city, as a surprise, and she ended up fucking another man. Anne said it wasn’t horrible, but she really wasn’t into it. Both Sheila and I thought that scenario was absurd. As she described Anne’s story we looked at each other in disbelief. Were there really people like this?

Keep in mind my hands were all over her Sheila as she filled me in on this latest news. We’re on the couch, I’m rubbing her legs, trying to spread them, pulling her close to me. She reached over and felt my hard cock in my jeans. She pulled out my cock and started to stroke it.

Our conversation took a turn I will never forget. It was cat and mouse, hide and seek type conversation. My eyes were in the back of my head as I asked her if she wanted to be like Anne. She said I really wouldn’t want that. I told her not to be so sure. She stopped stroking and I gulped as a waited for her response. She go up and pulled up her skirt. I pulled down her panties and inhaled. She told me if she did something like this, there would be no undoing it. I pushed her back onto the couch. I entered her.

I felt 15 again. My cock was extremely van escort sensitive and as hard as it could be. This was the best sex I’d ever had with her. She said she didn’t think she could have sex with some stranger from the bar. I understand, I said, somewhat disappointed. Then she added, maybe I wanted to see her with Mike? I immediately pounded her and squirted deep into her. I was almost ashamed of what I’d done. With my balls drained and the orgasm finished, I felt weird. I didn’t want Sheila to fuck somebody else! What was I, crazy?

She didn’t pick up on this. She was quite happy with the fuck. She got up and got ready for bed and 20 minutes later as we crawled into bed, my little head logic had returned. I was horny.

To tell the truth, at that point I wasn’t just aroused at the idea of Sheila with another man. A big part of my thinking was that maybe I could angle this into a situation where if I could fuck Anne. It was funny, because Sheila began to bring up Mike in our sex play, but I was too ashamed to admit I wanted to fuck another woman. Complicated yet stupid, huh?

From here on out, our drinking nights acquired a new erotic dimension. The possibilities thrilled me. We went the rest of the summer like this. Just when I thought Sheila would go through with it, put the moves on Mike, she’d seem to get cold feet. Sometimes she blamed her period. Sometimes she blamed being tired from work. Something always interfered. The most she ever did was give a sultry strip tease, pulling down her pants so Mike could see her ass up close. Why didn’t it go further? I don’t know. She ended it and grabbed me and we kissed, but I was getting frustrated. I had visions of fucking Anne while my wife got railed, and honestly the reality of the situation just made me mad. I felt like I had exposed myself to her, and was getting nothing to show for it. Regular sex with a pretty girlfriend and I’m getting angry. I never said I was smart.

We were sort of racing the clock, too. Mike was scheduled to go on a short six month deployment, helping to build housing at Gitmo. He had it in his head that he had to make some life decisions, and they decided to move to Nevada to take advantage of the cheap cost of living. They moved most of their furniture right before he deployed. Anne lived in a mostly empty house and was to drive out once she finished up with work at the end of the month.

One night there was a knock on the door and it was Anne. She looked dressed up, ready to go out. It turned out she had a date with her landlord that night, and she admitted she wanted to have sex with him. This was the first time I’d heard something like this from her mouth, I guess because Mike wasn’t there. She just talked to Sheila freely and openly. It was great.

She was bored and wanted to have a drink before he picked her up. She eventually left, and the next day she filled Sheila in on the details. They’d had dinner, then returned and fucked in the mostly empty house. I was blown away. I was also jealous. How did I not get to fuck this tramp? She was beautiful and seemed so easy.

Life yalova escort went on. Sheila found a better job and Anne and Mike were now out of our everyday lives. One day she comes home and says there is a guy at work who is continuously flirting with her. Being somewhat dense to where she was going with this, I immediately got angry. She just looked at me and said he could be “another Mike”. I smiled awkwardly and could have kicked myself. Wait a second, was this just a test or for real? For real, she told me, it was Steve, her manager.

I had a dilemma. I thought it was a dumb idea on her part. But it wasn’t as if we were married. If it messed up her career, well, she’d just have to find another job. No skin off my back. Yes, this was cock logic. I was hard as I mentally ran through the scenarios.

I decided to tease her. I told her he will be like Mike, nothing will happen. She replied that the biggest issue with Mike was I and Anne were always there. She asked me if she could go out on a date with him?

I couldn’t believe how this conversation had progressed. Okay, let’s do this, I said. But I had a couple of rules. One, he has to wear a condom. Two, I wanted to be there. She was on the pill, but thought the condom idea was reasonable. She thought the second rule was crazy, she couldn’t be expected to have that conversation with Steve? She admitted that she hadn’t even told Steve that she had a boyfriend.

This worried me. Why hadn’t she told him? She told me it was just easier that way. She knew right off the bat that he was a candidate and didn’t want to complicate anything. She had a point, but it really made me realize how dangerous this game could be.

She was cuddled up next to me as we plotted, and she unzipped my jeans and held my rock hard cock in her hand asked me one last time if I was sure I could handle it. Once something happened, there would be no undoing it. I told her I didn’t care.

She stopped stroking me and texted him. He was a bit surprised, but they agreed to go out that weekend. The few days until the first “date” were agonizing but we had great sex every day.

It was surreal, watching Sheila prepare for her date. She was fully intent on fucking him, and it showed. She wore a short cocktail dress and had full makeup done. She’d even taken care of her hair and nails earlier that day. He knocked, she opened the door, and all he could do was say wow, as they pecked each other’s cheek. She introduced me as a room-mate, but he had no idea I was her boyfriend. When the door closed, I stood there in stunned silence. The guy was tall, maybe 6 foot 3 and he looked down at me. He was her manager. I looked out the window as his BMW took her away. He had physical presence, money and power.

I was incredibly stressed out. Fuck. I couldn’t eat. My cock was leaking pre-cum constantly. I couldn’t help myself and I masturbated.

I waited in pure agony until midnight. I got a text asking me if I minded sleeping in the guest bedroom. Oh fuck. As I heard them at the door I tried to play it cool, watching TV in the tiny extra yozgat escort bedroom. I felt like a child left to hear the adults.

I will be honest. Hearing my girlfriend get fucked as I sat in my room beating my little pecker was fucking humiliating. And that is exactly what happened. For 45 minutes I heard her moan to orgasm at least three times, with some inaudible conversation and laughter thrown in. But when the bed started shaking and her rhythmic moaning started, I swear I wanted to puke. No, I wanted to cum, then I wanted to puke. I swear the floor shook. It took everything in my power not to break it up. My wonderful girlfriend had another man’s cock in her.

Imagine my surprise when a few minutes later she’s knocking on my door. She came over to my bed and crawled in. Suddenly all quiet like, she’s telling me she did a bad, bad thing. I’m like, no kidding, I heard it. She tells me to be quiet and she gets into a 69 position and starts jacking me off as I stare at her pussy. It was wrecked. The hole was obviously expanded. The lips were red, almost raw. Her beautiful pubic hair was matted and tangled. Cum was smeared everywhere. Her pussy was shiny and slick.

She lowered herself onto me as I ate her out. The more I couldn’t breath, the closer I’d come to orgasm. She’d shift and I’d get a breath, and repeat. I had to. I wanted to. She tasted magnificent. I couldn’t believe a cream pie could be this good. Condoms? I didn’t care.

I then asked her if we could fuck and she agreed. As I’m fucking her she doesn’t even make a sound. Her pussy was a cavern. My dick slid all the way in with no effort. I came in about two minutes. She hushed me because she didn’t want him to know we were making love. She didn’t come at all. She just closed her eyes. Honestly, I thought at that moment that maybe I’d lost her, but it made me even more possessive.

The reason for her cavernous pussy became clear the next day. When Steve and Sheila went into the bathroom to clean up, and I raced in to set my camera on a dresser, the video turned on. Later on I must have watched the video of him crossing the room, his huge dong hanging out, about a thousand times. Honestly, I did jack off to it more than once.

I’d love to have some sort of awesome ending for you. The truth is Sheila banged him a few more times, but they weren’t really a good match and they called it off. She told me she never wanted to do that again, it was too intense. She said she loved only me and eventually we married.

Fast forward a bunch of years, we’d had two kids and moved to another country where I took a new job. One evening Sheila acts very horny when I got home. As we were in bed, she admits to me that one of the other expat wives was over that day. They drank a little too much wine and she “over-shared” our history. I was titillated but embarrassed.

She told me the reason she mentioned it was because the other wife was interested in going on a mini-vacation and invited her along. She had also told my wife that she and her husband occasionally gave each other “hall passes”, letting each other be free to do whatever they wanted. My dick was rock hard as she told me this.

She asked me if I would be against the idea of giving her a hall pass if she went with her friend. Of course she stroked my cock as she said this. The trollop, I love her so.

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Pinkpop is a rock festival that attracts young and old. People have been going for over 25 consecutive years, or are new young first-timers, giggling with their friends. I’m 54 and its my 21st edition. I remember seeing U2 live on Pinkpop in the eighties, but most of all I remember last year.

It was a sunny weekend, great bands, good atmosphere, enough beer, and loads of short skirts to look at. Sitting with two of my lads a bunch of giggling girls were sitting further on, at times watching us and giggling some more. I pretend to sleep, cap over my eyes, but watch the little redhead among them, maybe 18 or 19 year old. My mind wandered until I got a nudge that we had to move if we wanted to make it too the front during the next band.

Its always pushing and shoving but we secured ourselves a few good spots, and the waiting started. At the first sign the crowd started to yell and a wave of people started pushing forward, splitting me and my lads up, pushing me onward. The music started and instead of pushing the crowd started jumping, which I joined in. At that moment I noticed the little redhead in front of me, clapping to the music and winking at me. I pushed and shoved until I was pressed against her by the crowd, her back and bum pressing against me. Since she wasn’t really able to jump and down on the music, being pressed by all the people around her, she slowly started to move her body to the beat of the music. Her butt gliding up and down over my crotch, she must have been aware from the start what she was doing to me, cause there was no way for me to hide my growing cock in my pants.

Quickly my attention was pulled away from the music and all the others standing around me, and all I could focus on was the amazing cute little redhead standing in front of me, making my thoughts run wild through my head. How I wished I could pick her up out of the crowd and take her to my little tent, or even better, to a more quiet place. Finally I dared to lower my hands and put them on her hips, making them move along with her movements, to finally pull her butt even harder on my, by then, very hard sex. And she didn’t resist, still behaving like nothing was happening so her friends around her wouldn’t notice.

The music was passing over me without me even noticing it, all I could do was stare over her full red hair to the stage, my eyes not focusing. I could feel her move, pressing against me, very effectively and purposefully over my hard bulge. My fingers grasped her hips in a firm grip, pressing harder as I felt my lust rise, trying to keep it under control, fearing and realising the thought “I can’t ruin my jeans in the middle of this crowd.”, but the red head girl flashed a very quick smile behind her, right in my face, as if she could read my thoughts and somehow managed to increase the pressure and rhythm against me. I grinded my teeth, closed my eyes, almost praying, to prevent my climax right here and right now, but failing, I shuddered and felt my orgasms go through me, making my hair stand on end, a hot wet flow created in my shorts and jeans “Damn!!” but also “Omg!!!” went through my mind. I felt her press against me but standing still now, as if waiting. Her cheeks were red flushed, I wondered if she came as well. The last song ended and the pressure of crowd went down, she turned around and acted clumsily spilling what was left of her drink, after the jumping around, right over my jeans, hiding the dark wet spot that was already present and then she winked to me, walking past back to her friends, but as she passed I noticed her green wrist band, indicating she was on the same camping field as I was. Acting annoyed about the cola I turned back to my friends, my thoughts with the red head girl and tonight.

I found my friends back at our meeting point, at the beer tent where we always got served by that awesome blond who gave us always double portions. My friends made fun of my wet pants, joking around about wet spots, they should have known how close they were to the truth. In the end, I left them to go back to the camping spot, since the next band didn’t really interested samsun escort me and I was fearing that the dried up spot wouldn’t really give me a comfortable feeling for the rest of the day. Slowly I zigzagged through the crowd while the young girl kept spooking through my head, fantasising about how I would try to find her tent in the night and how she would react if I suddenly would step inside it and of course hoping she would be like everything I hoped for. When I arrived finally back at the camping field, I luckily found the way back my little tent quickly, just big enough for a grown up man like myself. I didn’t like to share my tent with one of my mates, I liked my rest and peace during the night, as far as that’s possible at those camping festivals, where no one seems to sleep ever! Quickly I pulled of my clothes and give myself a little wash with the bit of water I kept in a bottle. Looking down at my shrunken cock I grinned to myself, thinking how on earth it’s possible that a young vivid thing like that is still attracted to an old bastard like myself, even if my looks, even if I say it myself, were still quite good, not having a beer belly like most of my friends and all that kind of stuff. When I held my breath I even have a quite stunning figure, and as I did so to prove myself of my right, I heard the zipper of my tent being pulled up suddenly.

Startled, I looked up, sitting on the floor, head bent because of the low ceiling in my tent, just wearing a shirt and socks, the water bottle still in my hand. Instinctively I grabbed for something to cover me, seeing the zipper open, and the girl looking in, first grinning, then a short moment of surprise, then laughing, she was on hands and knees before the opening. I stared at her, realised she could still see my shrunken cock, but as she started laughing, any thought of covering it disappears from my mind and I grinned back at her a bit sheepishly.

“I followed you.” she explained, “My tents over there, in the corner, but I share it with my friends.” Her eyes flickered to my jeans, lying in a corner, and that smile was on her face again.

I still hadn’t said a word, not sure what to say. “That one is ruined for now.” is all I could utter after which she laughed again. Then I continued “I’d love to invite you in, but it is a bit cramped here.”

She sat down outside, fiddling with her sneakers, saying “That’s OK, we have been in tighter spots before, well one spot actually.” Freed from her shoes she crawled in on hand and feet.

For a moment all I could do was stare, stare at that young cute thing that crawled into my tiny tent and was sitting immediately very close to me, her hands on my thighs while she was smiling right into my face, her lips very close to mine. “Oh my god, what is happening to me?” I was thinking, thinking how on earth it was possible that an old guy like myself had been able to draw the attention of this little elf. Quickly she pressed her lips onto mine and we got lost into a passionate kiss while I started to open her very tight blouse, button by button, until I could glide my hand into it to stroke her little perty breasts not covered by any kind of bra. Her nipples reacted immediately on my touch and became so hard, I almost ripped her blouse totally open, put my hands under her butt, and raised herself up on me, until her breasts were right in front of my mouth so I could suck them. She screamed it out of surprise, both in horror, cause if I remember well, I was so hungry for her I must have sucked them really hard, but also in pleasure. While keeping her up my fingers had find their way underneath her tiny skirt and were touching her panties, panties that became very wet very quickly.

The initiative she showed following me she lost the moment my fingers touched her wetness, her arms wrapped around she started to moan, breathing in my neck. Every move my fingers made against her, was amplified through her moans and intakes of breath by my ear. My fingers followed her panties, up her crack and back down, so soft her skin felt to my rough fingers, sliding aside her urfa escort already soaking panties, my fingers were free to touch her open lips, hot and slippery to the touch now. I nibbled her ear, breathing almost as deep as she, stroking her cunt, making her moan and give little yells of pleasure in my ear. Her hips started to sway and rock in my grip and I tried to hold her up and stroke her wet lips, but felt her slipping down a bit, her rocking hips rubbing over the tip of my hard cock. “Omg!” I moaned, “Not yet, you little sexy thing.” I thought as my fingers keep pleasing her, lifting her up a bit before lust overtook me. Her body clinging to mine, arms wrapped tightly around my neck, she rode on my fingers, and I could feel her going faster and faster.

The moment I felt her inner muscles pulse around my fingers, I pulled her off and started to stroke her soaking pussy very lightly while her body shivered underneath my touch. “Don’t yet come.” I whispered in her ears while I glided her wet cunt onto my hard upright manhood. I had to bite my lips not to explode immediately into her tight sex, her inner walls were closing my cock so nicely in, it felt like heaven. While she let out some hard moans, she pulled her head back and my tongue glided over her chest to her neck, over and over again, my hands on her hips and guiding her up and down over my cock. I knew we weren’t going to be able to get on with this very long and quickly she started to move herself faster and faster again and I felt my cock growing even harder into her wet hot sex.

Groaning hard, feeling her muscles milk me, grinding and squeezing hard, I felt myself losing control, driving my cock into her faster. Her fingernails scratched my back and she was moaning loud and hoarse, hardly able to keep up her breathing. My hands clawed her hips and ass, and moved fast, up and down, thrusting and pumping, I heard her scream, and simultaneously contracted her pelvis hard like a squeezing ring around my cock. Grunting, whispering “Fuuuuuck!” I exploded into her tight pussy, felt her hips twist and grind, her body trembling against me, accepting wave after wave of her orgasm and of my cum. My arms wrapped around her, I held her on my slowly shrinking manhood, catching my breath, and felt how she rested her head on my shoulder, breathing deep.

Gently I stroked her curly hair, still panting softly and I whispered in her ear “You’re so fucking amazing. I would love to keep you in here.” and a happy sigh escaped from her lips. Slowly I took her head between my hands and looked straight into her wonderful eyes “But off you go now, go back to your friends before they miss you.” and seeing her pouty mouth I chuckled quickly “And you come back to me whenever you feel like it.”

She nodded heavily back, saying quite loud “I will.” and she did. She never was far away from me, the whole festival I had her in my eyes, teasing the hell out of me, dancing around in her short skirt or bikini. My friends quickly noticed my interest in her, and had a laugh with me, but I didn’t care about it, what the hell did they know! They didn’t know about the amazing hours I spent afterwards with her in my tent and not only there. There was even that time outside in the rain.

One of the amazing things of the festival are the after parties on the camping fields. Each of the festival nights after the last band ends its concert, people are driving from the festival grounds as quickly as possible back to the camping or to the trains. On each camping field an after party is held, usually spontaneously started by someone bringing his stereo or even better his guitar. The second night the curly red haired girl was teasing the hell out of me again, as she had done all day. Because of the hot brewing weather all she wore were flip flops and a bikini, beautiful light blue. At one point in the night she disappeared from my view, and I decided to have a look around, pretending to be fetching some more beer for my mates. Walking past some bushes she jumped out grinning at me, pulling me in, putting a big kiss on my surprised face. It didn’t take sinop escort me long to recover and return her kiss, letting my hands move down her back to her ass, lifting her up so she could wrap her legs around my waist. As a warning a lighting bolt struck in the sky, lighting her face and skin for a moment, giving a start signal for the rain that started to fall in big drops, few at first, from the sky.

While the raindrops were gliding over our faces, our tongues were wrapped around each other, sucking, teasing and tasting. Slowly I stepped towards the only tree in the bushes, playing a dangerous game while the lightnings started to come closer, and I pushed her back against the rough wood while my fingers were again stroking her already wet bikini pants. Looking around I assured myself we were quite well hidden from the rest of the camping crowd and while still holding her up with one hand and supported by the tree, I opened the knots on both side of her tiny bikini so it glided off her wet skin. “Oh god, I need to taste you.” I muttered to her and slowly I put her right leg back on the ground while her other kept on resting high up on my hand. She had to hold on to the tree with both her hands not to loose balance and I fell onto my knees right in front of her, sniffing her sweet pussy at first, like a wild animal, taking all the scents in, to finally lick her with so much eager I almost wanted to eat that like sugar tasting cunt. Her screams of pleasure were muffled by the thunder strokes around us and quickly I felt my own growing sex pushing against the inner side of my soaked pants.

Ravishing on her pleasure screams, I continued to press my face against her pussy, sucking it, licking, tasting the rain with her honey, now and then licking over her belly or inner thigh where the rain drips down her skin, I loved to slide my tongue over her goosebumps. One hand moves down and I started to wank my hard cock while pressing her firmly against the tree, eating her wonderful cunt. The hotness combined with the rain, falling drops steamed of my back. I sucked hard at her clit and felt her jerk and a scream escaped her lips. I grinned and flicked my tongue over her lips and clit, trying to control my growing desire, sliding the skin up and down my hard quivering cock. Oh god, how I wanted to fuck this sweet sexy girl that was so hot for this, in her eyes, old man.

Suddenly I felt her lips contracting on my sucking mouth, I looked up to her and saw her, with her arched back, screaming it out in the rain, her nipples perking hard trough her tiny bikini. I could taste her sweet cream. I never had thought I would use her like that, but I couldn’t stop myself. Quickly I pulled myself up on the tree and pushed her down on her knees, while she was still recovering and gasping from her overwhelming orgasm, I pushed my hard throbbing cock in her cute mouth. Feeling her soft lips on my sensitive skin, I could not longer hold myself, and quickly my cum splattered into her mouth, while she looked at me totally surprised with wide open eyes. The sweet angel just drank all of it, swallowing every bit of cum, licking her lips right in front of me before she took my empty balls in her hand and licked my cock clean like a cute little kitten with long flat strokes of her tongue.

Brushing her wet hair aside, I smiled at her, shivering now in the rain. When she was done licking me clean, I dropped on my knees before her, removing a bit of my cum from the corner of her mouth and let her lick it off. Seeing her shiver, I pulled her to me for a warm hug. Kissing her cheek, whispering in her ear “I will miss you when the festival is over.”

Pushing back looking at me she smiles, “I don’t think you will have to miss me.” Trying to work out what she meant, she stood up, pulling me with her, walking back to our tents. Before we came into range of mine or her friends she turns to me and she had this cheeky grin on her face, “I’ll meet you again at Rock Werchter, won’t I?”

“Yes!” I nodded, while I was already thinking I would have pay an awesome lot of money to get one of the last available tickets to go there.

I gave her a last goodbye kiss, promising I would meet her on every festival she would go to. When I got back home my 15-year-old daughter came to ask me if she could go to a nearby festival. I shivered and said “Fuck, no!”

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A New Fantasy Ch. 02

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I couldn’t concentrate on much else the whole week, getting hard numerous times a day just thinking about what lay in store for me. Eventually Friday came around and I got a text saying that she would meet me outside her local train station at half 7 and drive us to her flat, signing off with her name, Cashlie. I quickly replied my agreement and let her know I would text her when I was nearly there.

At around 7 I got on the train towards her place, so excited I could barely sit down. As I got close I sent her a text letting her know I was nearly there. She replied saying that she would be waiting outside in a silver bmw. I got off the train and went down to the exit and saw parked outside the silver bmw. I went up to the car and saw her inside, every bit as gorgeous as her pictures and she unlocked the door to let me in.

“Hey, you look amazing!” I said.

“Thanks, you’re cute. I live just round the corner.” she replied

We drove for only a couple of minutes making small talk before we arrived at her flat’s underground car park. As we got out she came round to me and took my hand in hers.

“The lift is over there.” she said.

We walked over hand in hand and I took the time to look her over; she was around 5’6″, slim with small but noticeable tits, overall a very convincing and sexy ts. She just seemed to ooze sexuality and I was beginning to get turned on already.

We got in the lift alone and I couldn’t help myself; I pulled her in for a passionate kiss, moving my hands round to cup her trabzon escort ass and pull her towards me. She started grinding on me while kissing and my cock was completely hard. Moments later we pulled apart as we got to her floor and walked to her flat.

As soon as we got through the door we lunged at each other again, continuing our embrace. She pushed me towards the living room while kissing as we took our jackets and shoes off. As we continued to kiss standing up I slowly moved my hand to the front of her skirt and underneath to feel her small feminine bulge. She did the same, rubbing my hard on through my jeans causing me to audibly moan into her mouth.

“Let’s move to the bedroom.” She said breathlessly.

She pushed me straight onto the bed and took my top off, rubbing my body on the way down to undoing my jeans. With no subtlety she removed my jeans, and began rubbing my cock through my underwear. Before long she grabbed my cock out of my underwear and started to slowly wank me. I couldn’t take my eyes off the goddess holding my hard cock in her hand and we stared into each other’s eyes as she took me in her mouth. She was amazing, her tongue circling my dick as she moved her mouth up and down, soaking my cock with her spit. I didn’t take her long to get the whole length of my dick in her throat. I was certain I wouldn’t be able to take it much longer and I had something else in mind before I wanted to cum, so I pulled her off. She looked up at me quizzically.

“I want you to fuck me!” uşak escort I moaned.

She took her top and skirt off in two quick motions. She was wearing a red bra and panties which made her look so much hotter than I could have imagined and the hottest girl I had ever seen. I pulled her on top of me and kissed her firmly, taking in all of her body with my hands. She straddled my cock and starting rubbing her cock, which was straining in her panties, against mine. I turned her over onto her back continuing to grind our cocks together as we kissed, becoming so intoxicated by the moment. Eventually I managed to pull myself off and kissed my way down her body towards her panties. I rubbed her 4″ cock through her panties, getting it as hard as I could. I then pulled her panties down and looked upon the first cock I had seen in the flesh, and at that point there was nothing I wanted more than to have it in my mouth. I licked the little bit of precum off her tip and then began to take it in my mouth. She tasted so good as I was sloppily going up and down her cock with my mouth, every now and again taking it out to lick it up and down. Her cock was fully hard and she began moaning as I was moving up and down rhythmically with my mouth. She pulled me off and motioned for me to lie down on my back.

She went over to her bedside cabinet and pulled out a condom and lube. She began with the lube, rubbing it into my asshole, making sure I was ready to take her. After she had her condom on, she eased into my ass with her cock. van escort It felt amazing, the pressure of even her small cock in my ass managed to get me rock hard almost immediately. She began to gradually speed up although keeping a steady speed and I could see in her eyes she was getting increasingly turned on. We both started moaning with every thrust, beginning to sweat with the heat between us. My ass had become more and more receptive of her cock and the pleasure was taking over me completely. She then began to really push up her pace, fucking me as deep and hard as she could, beginning to moan.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”

I closed my eyes in complete joy as she was thrusting away, taking my own rock solid cock in my hand as I sensed her finish was close. As her moaning got louder and louder I got closer and closer to my own orgasm as she pushed my legs up so that she could fuck me even harder. As I felt her begin to cum in my ass, I let myself go and sprayed more cum than I would have believed possible. She continued to cum even though I had finished; and then withdrew from my ass. Taking off the condom she moved towards my body, lowering her head to start licking up my cum from my body, making sure she didn’t miss a drop. She then lowered her body onto mine, our cocks rubbing together, kissing me with my cum still in her mouth. We exchanged cum filled kisses for what seemed like hours, not wanting to break the moment of ecstasy. We eventually parted, just lying there in contentment.

“God you are amazing!” I said.

“Thanks baby, you sure know how to take a cock.” She replied cheekily.

“I really don’t want to but I do have to go, sorry baby.” I said.

She drove me back to the station and we parted with one last kiss in the car.

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A Kinky Day at the Beach

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My Mistress and I like to visit the beach when it is hot out. We find the cool ocean water to be a nice relief from the heat. As an added bonus it encourages other people to do the same so we can observe and have fantasies about the sexy people we see on the beach.

I am 45 and my Mistress/wife is 34 and we have a 24/7 D/S relationship. I am a 6’3″ tall bearded man with a receding hairline. Brown hair, blue eyes with a muscular dad body. She is a 5 foot 5 inch slender body with brown eyes and raven hair.

We met one night at a BDSM club when she was still in college preparing for her research paper in psychology. She was looking into a theory on human sexuality as it pertains to sadomasochist. She was about 22 at the time I approached her while she was talking notes on a legal pad looking at a man locked in wooden spanking bench being paddled by two women and asked if she had any questions.

At first she was apprehensive about me since I was a big, hairy, muscular man in a leather chest harness and leather pants with a black leather jock strap. At first she thought of me as a dumb brute explaining what she was doing using simple words and deflecting answers. Then I started to talk to her of Jung and Freud and she suddenly became more interested.

After about a hour of watching other people perform and watching the reaction of the crowd. I finally asked her if she ever tried any BDSM activity and she was curious but had never done anything more than tying her boyfriend to the bed. I offered to be her muse and suggested we go to the cross.

After I was chained to the cross one of the facilitators showed her how to use the various whips and canes on my ass and back. needless to say a light went off in her head and she discovered she enjoyed disciplining me. After that we experimented a little more and eventually she moved in with me and began controlling me more and more.

Which brings us to today, a hot summer in August. We arrive at an unofficial nude beach one that was notorious for arresting people for lewd behavior 40 years ago but the police have given up on that pursuit. It is not a nude beach in the official capacity but it is not uncommon to see naked flesh basking in the sun.

I pulled into the overcrowded parking lot and we immediately started to prepare to walk to our more secluded section of the beach. The spot where we usually run into like minded people who do not mind our lifestyle. From where we are that was at least 2 miles away. First I removed everything but my swimming briefs and started to apply sun block to my body. At that idea Mistress was unhappy and she made her intensions known by telling me to remove my briefs.

That may not seem like much but it is when you are being stared at. Mistress ensured her dominance by leaving me in a chastity device and having me walk down the beach naked. I knew better than to argue since last time I stayed in it for 3 months as punishment. She had the key to the lock dangling between her lovely bikini covered tits as a further reminder of who was in charge.

We finished applying sun block to each other and started walking toward the beach her in her skimpy black bikini, sun glasses, and wedged sandals. I was in the nude except for my sandals, sun glasses, and chastity device. She walked in front so I could watch her little ass sway as she walked causing me to get horny from the sight and hope for the ability to cum. I watched as she strutted up the beach with me in tow carrying the insulated cooler at my side and wearing the backpack with essentials for the beach.

As we walked along the beach a few people stopped and stared not believing what they saw, others just admired the view, and several people cheered as we walked by. We walked for about a mile until we came across a trio sitting on beach mats two women and a man who waved us over. One woman was naked lying face down exposing her backside to some sun. The other woman and man were under the shade of a canopy that was anchored with sand bags to prevent it from being blown away. They looked to be a couple in their late 20s or early 30s

Mistress approached them and I followed right behind her. She introduced the both of us to the trio. “I am Michelle and this is my husband Steve.” Acting very relaxed in her introduction like we were meeting old acquaintances for lunch not complete strangers in on a beach.

The man spoke, “I am Carlos you may call me Carl, this is my wife Candice never call her Candy, and this is our house slave Nikki but you may call her whatever you like that is what we do.” They were obviously comfortable with the situation.

Carl had the look of German decent with blonde hair and blue eyes but his skin was a bronze tone which means his family probably immigrated to one of the Latin American countries several decades ago. He was about 5’9″ and wore Hawaiian print board shorts, a loose fitting light blue button up shirt and expensive gold rimmed sunglasses. tekirdağ escort

Candice was a very dark skinned athletic female with dark eyes and dark shoulder length hair. She reminded me of a model since she is very tall at least 6′ tall and probably of Haitian decent by the accent. Michelle confirmed she was a model when she commented on her red one piece swimsuit a large sun hat and designer sunglasses. If what she wore could be classified as a swimsuit since it looked more like a fashion designers work to look good in as opposed to something that was used for swimming. It had holes in the material around the sides, and exposed her small cleavage nicely, and had gold buckles around the mid rift, chest, and shoulders. She basically stated the designer let her keep it since she liked free advertising by having beautiful people wear their clothes, and with her size no one else could fit it so well.

Nikki was a short light skin and a very toned almost gymnast body type with green eyes and blonde hair draped to the side to expose her back and neck to the sun.

She was only about 5′ tall and very muscular. She laid in the sand absorbing the mid-day sun unimpressed by what was going on just listening to the music on her phone.

Michelle and I exchanged handshakes with Carl and Candice. I noticed that both their hands were smooth and well manicured which Carl commented on the rough calloused feel of my hands and asked what I did for a living. The attention made me a little uncomfortable so I simply responded construction which he stated he was an architect at one of the big firms in town.

As Carl and I talked Candice and Michelle discussed my particular situation and how she decided to lock up my cock. Which the story is really comical and stems from Michelle’s deep seeded paranoia. When I would work out of town doing 4 days of 10 hours or even 4 days of 12 hours and have to work 150 miles away the company would provide a room for everyone on the crew to share. She basically thought I was screwing around on her.

When I got home one week from a long drive and an even longer workday she confronted me with angry tears and was convinced I was cheating on her while I was away. The next day I ordered a simple plastic chastity device to put her mind at ease.

At first she hated the idea and was angry at me for even suggesting such an idea since only a real bitch would ever do that to another person. Then she realized that she was over analyzing this and I was simply showing her that I was willing to do this to put her mind at ease. My simple male logic came to the conclusion that if I could not have sex Michelle had not reason to worry.

At first she was reluctant then on my next trip she locked me up the night before I went to work since I had to leave early. I admit at first the device was uncomfortable and erections at night disturb my sleep and what made it worse was not being able to masturbate. By the time I returned home that Thursday night I was willing to do anything to cum. She decided from that moment on to keep me under her control.

Candice made the comment about Nikki probably needing a chastity belt after she caught her masturbating on their bed while Carl was in the shower. She was naked and obviously very horny waiting to ambush Carl when he came out of the shower.

After we exchanged introductions and chatted for a few minutes Carl realized Nikki was still lounging in the sand in front of the canopy. “On you feet slave come meet our new friends.” She started to get up and tie her top strings behind her back. Carl quickly snapped his fingers, “Hey what are you doing slave? This attractive couple came up to us with the slave naked and proud to be his Mistress’s slave. Are you not proud to be our slave?”

Nikki started to strip she looked very timid to reveal her body in front of us but who could understand why since she had a nice toned body and a pretty face. My guess was she was just uncomfortable with meeting new people.

Once she stood before us in the nude we saw her exotic piercings a silver barbell on each nipple and a gold hoop through her labia which was easy to spot with her bald pussy.

She timidly handed her bikini off to Carl. “That is much better, but for your disrespect you must be punished. I think Michelle deserves the honor what do you think Candice?” Carl said as he looked over at his wife.

“That would be a fine idea darling.” Candice said in agreement with a wicked grin.

Michelle wasted no time. She grabbed Nikki by the hair and spun her around so her ass was facing the three of us. She bent her over slightly at the waist and Nikki anticipated what to do, spread her legs slightly and placed her hands on her knees. It was truly a wonderful sight to see this tight toned woman display herself for us.

Michelle delivered her first open handed slap to her ass I was not a bit surprised when her muscular ass did not move at all. trabzon escort That means that Michelle’s spanking will deliver maximum force to Nikki’s ass which will redden really easy with no cushion to absorb the strikes. After about 10 strikes Nikki began to moan and we could see she was enjoying the discipline because her pussy was starting to glisten with juice.

My cock was straining against the confines of the clear plastic at the scene before me. Michelle looked over at me in discomfort and made it worse by rubbing two fingers against Nikki’s wet pussy lips and toyed with the gold ring on her labia which made Nikki’s legs shake and her breath exhale in orgasm.

Michelle walked over to me with her wet fingers high in the air and placed them under my nose. “I bet you’d like to fuck her huh Steve?” Michelle asked rhetorically. “Lets see I let you our three days ago for an edging and locked you back up. How long has it been since I let you cum?” She asked cruelly as she licked and sucked Nikki’s juices off her fingers.

My response was quick, “53 days Mistress.” I sad proudly.

Carl made the first response, “53 days I bet at this point he’d fuck a knothole in the fence post. Why don’t you let him out so we can see that proud member, since we see his balls are full enough let us see what that big man’s cock looks like?”

Michelle looked over at him and said, “Why not, since you let me play with your slave.” Michelle bent over and with the key hanging between her tits unlocked the lock on the post to my device. It was difficult to get the lock off the post since my cock was trying to force itself free. Once the lock was off the tube practically sprung off the end of my cock and Mistress quickly removed the spacer, post and ring from around my cock and balls. She quickly and expertly put the assembly back together and put it in the ice pack in the cooler.

My cock quickly grew to it’s full 8 inches and Candice wasted no time inspecting my body running her long slender fingers around my shoulders feeling the muscles. Then stroking her sharp manicured finger nails down my back, caressing my arms, rubbing my hairy chest and stopping at my stomach.

Candice made an observation, “Your stomach isn’t as hard as I would prefer, but you have the body of a brute. Big, strong, and powerful and plenty of stamina I bet so I can forgive the lack of conditioning. You are a fairly domesticated beast though.” She reached down and wrapped her hands tightly around my balls. “Much more like a stud kept in a pen until it is time to breed the mares on the horse ranch. Wouldn’t you agree?” She looked me in the eyes expecting a response.

I responded the only way I know how, “Yes Mistress.”

Candice gave me a firm slap to the face. “Don’t disrespect your Mistress by giving me that title. I am your Goddess and you will address me as such. Now on your knees and worship me.”

“Yes Goddess.” I quickly obeyed and got on my knees in the hot sand as she moved the material of her skimpy exotic one piece suit to the side with her long fingers. I admired the bald ebony colored mound and the contrast to the pink insides of her pussy. I always found it ironic that I know the insides of all humans are basically the same but the darker the skin tone the brighter pink the inside of a vagina appear.

As my face approached her smooth mound I could smell the intoxicating scent of Candice’s sweet pussy. She opened the lips of her tight pussy, she put the other hand on the back of my head and forced my face to her warm inviting pussy.

At the last second as my tongue was inches away from tasting her sweet nectar she grabbed my throat and pushed me away. Candice slapped my face and said, “You have not earned that privilege yet slave. Now worship my feet, but I better not feel any tongue. I hate when slaves lick my feet it always leaves my feet feeling gross.” She then pushed my head down to the top of her feet which I eagerly began kissing her feet.

Candice spoke words of encouragement as I enthusiastically kissed her feet. I could hear her fingers sliding into and back out of her creamy vagina. She began to moan louder as I worked further up her long slender legs. When I got to her inner thighs just above the knee her legs began to shake. I heard her fingers rubbing her clit faster and faster so I kissed longer and harder on her legs as I felt her orgasm build.

Candice let out a huge gasp as I looked up at her face and a full gushing orgasm covered my face and chest. It was exponentially more than a cum shot any man could muster and it almost drowned me as her juice went up my nose as I was breathing in. I began to cough as I felt the sweet juice go down the back of my throat.

“Now that you are covered in Goddess’s love juice standup I want to do something I can’t do with my husband.” I stood up and before I could get my balance she kicked her right leg over my left shoulder like a warm-up bar at a dance sivas escort studio. She used my body to do the splits vertically until my rock hard cock slid into her wet pussy. Candice held her pose while I thrusted in and outdriving my cock deep and pulling out until just the head of my cock was inside her. Then I would powerfully thrust again going in until my balls slapped on her pussy lips and back out in slow rhythmic fashion.

I looked over at Michelle, Carl, and Nikki who were having an equally splendid time. Carl was fucking Michelle doggy style with her on all fours and Nikki laying under her licking Michelle’s pussy. At the same time licking the underside of Carl’s cock while it went into and out of Michelle’s pussy. Michelle had a massive orgasm and they switched positions. Carl pulled out displaying his rock hard girthy 6 inch cock. Nikki stayed on her back which Michelle now fully straddled her face, and Carl positioned himself to fuck Nikki’s eager pussy. I could hear Nikki have a muffled moan into Michelle’s pussy as Carl forcibly penetrated her dripping wet love box. Michelle and Carl began fondling and kissing each other providing one hell of a show.

It was almost more than I could stand holding back from an orgasm which was building. Fortunately Candice had hers mounting too and let loose another sloppy wet gush that coated my cock, most of my legs, and all over my feet. Her second squirt was not of the same quantity as the first one but definitely the same quality as I felt the power of her juices flow around my cock almost like fucking a garden hose.

Candice forced herself off of me leaving me with a rock hard cock and full really tight balls ready to cum. I looked over at the trio as Carl pulled out of Nikki and stroked his cock shooting his load onto Michelle’s perfect C cup tits. Now Nikki was licking his hot warm cum off of Michelle’s tits and catching the bits that dribbled down to her stomach.

Carl proclaimed, “I am starving. Why don’t you two slaves set out the food that we have in both our coolers while the three of us go cool off.”

“Yes Master.” Nikki says and, “Yes Sir.” I say as they turn and run naked to the water.

I open the backpack which has our plates, silverware, and plastic wine glasses and set them on the lid of the cooler. I then rummaged around inside the cooler for the wine and corkscrew finding both I began to pour three glasses of wine and set them in the drink holder in the armrest of the folding chairs. All while trying to calm my super hard sexually deprived cock.

“Hey Steve.” I heard Nikki say behind me. Before I could fully turn or respond Nikki jumped up in the air and with expert control and maneuverability of a true gymnast. She managed to wrap both her legs around my waist, lock them behind my back and somehow managed to guide my swollen purple cock into her warm inviting pussy down to the base. I would be impressed except for the punishment this would warrant and I was unable to break free with my hands full one with the wine bottle and the other with a partially filled glass that I was about to set down.

I fell like I am in a romantic comedy a beautiful woman has just literally thrown herself on me. Which I have no problem with except my Mistress and wife did not sanction this rendezvous and I have no way to get her off of me because my hands are occupied and I do not want to spill the wine either. My biggest fear is that my wife would return so I awkwardly struggle to the lid of the cooler to free up my hands. The simple task of walking from one spot to the next is difficult enough while carrying someone and it is impossible when you are being rode like a bucking bronco by a 100 pound nympho.

By the time I set the wine bottle and glass down I hear my Mistresses voice in an angry tone. “So we leave you alone for 5 minutes and this is what we come back to!” As Michelle put her arm around my neck in a rear naked choke.

Just then Candice grabs Nikki’s hair from behind and pulls her straight to the ground twisting my dick downward as Nikki is pulled off of me. I let out an undistinguishable sound as I double over and Michelle releases me and lets me fall to the ground.

Three very disappointed Masters surround Nikki and I who are laying in the sand. Carl helps me up by the arm and forces me to my feet. “I apologize for that our slave girl is a handful and you are a well behaved slave. Why don’t you go cool off in the water while the three of us have to discipline her?”

“Yes Sir.” I reply as I trot off toward the water.

I run right in to my waist and dive in over my head under the cold ocean water. The temperature feels good in contrast to the hot summer day. The cold water is very refreshing but it also has the added bonus of shrinking my cock down and tightening up my scrotum around my already heavy balls. I ignore this for a moment and swim out past the break water and ride the tide back into the shoreline.

I got out of the water and headed back to our spot on the beach. Upon my return I was greeted by Carl. “Ah I see you managed to get yourself under control.” He said as he looked at my now shriveled and unimpressive cock. “As you see we have been busy ourselves.”

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It was 7pm…the street lights had just begun to flicker and warm in the distance, yet the only light that shown upon the calm waters was dim lighting provided by the well-placed lanterns along the small dock. He had surely put much thought into this encounter, keeping it hidden from me for weeks now…all except for the time of arrival. His instructions were clear, seeing as he had taken the time to write them upon the masculine stationary that was strategically placed upon my vanity. “Good morning, my jewel, you are to meet me at the lake…7pm…SHARP. Your attire may only consist of the white linen dress that is hanging in your closet…NOTHING MORE. A lite sweater is allowed if you feel a chill.” I could almost feel him smirking while writing his last statement. He knew very well that my nipples would slice frozen meat by the time the night was over, especially since I was not allowed a bra.

I tugged the lilac sweater tighter about me as I made my way from my car and towards the dock. I caught myself squinting in attempt to see him in the distance to no avail, which made me sigh to myself. This would be most interesting, for his mind works in the most yalova escort wonderfully delightful ways. I was lucky enough that the temperature was tolerable, at least until the breeze brushed across the water. Finally reaching the dock, I carefully scanned the area for any sign of him, my senses only catching a whiff of his cologne upon the breeze which made me perk and only search more fervently with my eyes. It was still rather dark, only a dim illumination cast across the dock enough for you to see where you were walking. A shuffle was heard, my gaze lifting to see his shadow at the end of the dock. His presence always demanded attention, his posture almost perfect as he seemed to watch me in silence for a few moments.

“Remove the sweater now…” Those were his only words, spoken firmly yet softly enough that it wouldn’t disturb the quiet, country night. I obliged, sliding the covering from my shoulders and then draping it over the arm rail of the dock…my eyes never wavering from gazing upon his shadow. Even his shadow made me weak in the knees, mostly because my imagination often got the best of me. “The linen compliments you, my jewel, I zonguldak escort can see every succulent curve when the wind blows it from you.” His words warmed my insides instantly, causing me to exhale a heated breath as he finally stepped towards me. His stride halted just before me and he leaned forward to tenderly press his lips to my nose…his own little way to greet me which made my heart flutter every single time. I couldn’t help but smile.

I could see him smile in return in the dim lighting, but it quickly shifted to his sheepish grin…the one that usually meant I was in for some play time. He said nothing, only pulled a few lengths of rope from his pockets and made quick work to tie them about my wrist and ankles, though they were not together. Oh my…I was about to be spread eagle. He still did not speak, but began to tie the opposite ends of the rope to the rails of the dock on each side. This left me bound in the center of the dock, arms and legs spread wide. He stepped back and admired his work for a moment before shaking his head and stepping forward to slip his hands beneath the hem of my linen dress. I couldn’t help but zonguldak escort gasp as I watched in anticipation, but he only slipped the dress upward until it covered my face. “I can’t have you seeing everything I’m about to do to you, now can I?” He spoke against my lips, despite the fact that I would barely feel the affection. My dress was now my blindfold and my body reacted much like I knew it would: my nipples hardened to a tender peak of flesh and my core burned with anticipation with every brush of his fingertips along my body.

He spent the next few hours touching, teasing, enjoying every inch of me there upon the dock with no remorse or give until I was a shivering and writhing beast within the ropes that held me at his will. I melted there upon the docks into a pile of beautifully used flesh. My wrists and ankles burned to no end, but the pain of the rope burn was by far shadowed by the brilliant ache of being completely and utterly dried of every orgasm possible within you at the moment. My breaths finally slowed as he tenderly kissed every inch of my ankles and wrist, his actions sending shockwaves of delight straight to my aching pussy again that made me shiver. Finally he leaned over me, his smile softer now as he gazed down upon my flushed face, “You shine brilliantly in this light, my jewel, perhaps we will do this more often.” He chuckled, placing a kiss to my nose once more before helping me to my feet.

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When the key turned into the lock and I heard the door open, I groaned. Had I forgotten to put up the Do not disturb-sign last night?

The wine of last night’s party still pulsated in my head, as a continuous tide the headache waved over me and retreated.

When she opened the curtains of the hotel room with a sudden pull, sunlight poured into the room and I tried to cover my eyes with a loud groan.

Virtually blinded, I could only see her contours against the sudden light. Luscious curves and inviting lines drawn against the morning sun.

She watched me, with a certain defiance in her eyes and as she bowed over me, she asked me something in a language I could not understand.

Not that I heeded much attention to the actual words…as my vision slowly returned, I was greeted by the most inviting sight of her cleavage, the rich lines of her breasts, caught in the comfortable hug of the lace bra that cradled them. The black lace was barely hidden underneath the black and white maid’s uniform and peeked out from underneath it as if it was a challenge for all to behold.

She laughed and pulled the sheets back, her eyes filled with a sparkle, as she took in the details of my own naked body. I quickly scattered, grabbing a sheet and wrapping it around my waist as I fled for the bathroom. I heard her laughter follow me as I reached the shower.

The hot water and sudden awakening returned my senses to me and I felt renewed as I stepped back into the room, wearing nothing more than one of the hotel’s towels. I had not expected her to still be there…or perhaps I had. As she stood there, bend over to make the bed, my eyes slowly drank in her figure. The minimal maid’s uniform honoured her curves, the kind that made a man thank the good Lord for such a blessing, or bless the devil for such a temptation. Either way, the slow curve of her behind, running down to her firm thighs, was surely divine.

Bonjour indeed…

I don’t know what came over me, but as I stood there behind her, a single fingertip ran slowly past the side of her leg. It was as if her whole body shivered and she quickly stood up, facing mardin escort me. I do not know what exactly she told me that day, but I think we understood each other perfectly. To my surprise, she pushed me onto the bed rather strongly and kept me pinned down as she sat on top of me, straddling me, her firm thighs clenching both my sides.

Her feathery duster, or was it a whip?, teased slowly down my chest, and the greed with which her eyes explored my body left no doubt: this woman knew what she wanted and was used to getting it! She leaned in to slowly kiss up my chest, treating me on another view of that gorgeous bossom of hers. If she had not pinned my wrists under her knees, I would surely reach out for her breasts. I wanted to explore them under my fingertips, leaving no curve ignored. I wanted to firmly knead them under my full hands, massaging them with the erected nipples grinding against my palms. I would take those nipples, in between thumb and fingertip, rolling and rubbing them into submission.

It was as if she had guessed my thoughts, followed my eyes and she laughed a crystal-clear laugh, throwing her head back, arching her back as she did. Her luscious bossom arched forward, far out of my reach, her eyes twinkling with naughtyness.

When she finally released my hands, they slowly found their way up her firm thighs, thumbs caressing the inside, slowly upward. They followed the curves and lines of her hipbones, exploring the line of her firm behind. As she slowly grinded me, I firmly grasped her bottom and pressed her down against my hips, the outlines and firmness of my erection clearly visible and noticeable through the almost obsolete towel now.

She took my hands and led them along her stomach, slowly past the sides of her bossom, my fingers caressing her through the flimsy fabrics of the maid’s uniform. When she stopped them, I found my fingers left on the handle of the zipper, almost as if they were invited to undo the wrappings of this exquisite gift.

Achingly slow, I opened the zipper, trailing a single fingertip along her spine as I descended. Once down, my hands disappeared marmaris escort under the clothing, running firmly up her back, the uniform slowly giving. She shrugged it off with an almost careless movement, revealing a black lace bra, hugging her breasts tightly, revealing already perked nipples through the fabric.

She shifted her hips and discarded the short skirt, the only remnant of her maid’s uniform. Left in a black tanga, neatly outlining the contours of her firm bottom, and the deep-cut lace bra, she was a vision to behold and my eyes drank in every detail of her body greedily. That very vision is still imprinted upon my mind today. As she slowly rocked and grinded with her hips, her breasts seemed to dance upon the rhythm her hips set, be it but faintly.

My fingertips trailed up her sides, as if they were slowly counting rib by rib, until they reached the lower rims of the bra. My thumbs followed the rim around, the fingertips ever so faintly brushing over the bra as they did, as if they had discovered some form of braille script and were trying to read it. She seemed to enjoy the attention of my fingers through the bra’s lace as her eyes ignited with a sparkle, just when the eager fingers searched for the sensitive nipples perking against the lace.

My thumbs slowly circles them, ran over them, resulting in a soft moan and firm push of her hips. I playfully took them between thumb and index finger, rubbing them through the fabric. She bit her lower lip in anticipation.

I sat up with her, her hips shifting against mine. My lips slowly ran down the side of her neck, down her throat. She threw her head in her neck, the cascade of her rich, dark hair falling back, her back arching, her breasts pressed against my chest. My lips and tongue followed her collarbone, down her shoulder, playfully biting it. My kisses pushed the strap down her shoulder as I advanced down her shoulder. Soon afterwards, the second strap slipped down her shoulder.

The palm of my hands firmly ran up her lower back, following her spine upwards to the clasp of her bra. She kissed me deep, her tongue greedily searching nevşehir escort mine, her kiss biting my lower lip. My fingers finally found the clasp and opened it, the bra now only held in place by being pressed in between our touching bodies.

Her strong thighs caught me deep in her as she flipped me over. As she mounted me greedily, she sat up, throwing her flowing brown hair back, her greenish eyes utterly aflame.

She grabbed me by the shoulders and kept me pinned down as her hips dictated a firm and steady rhythm. With each thrust, I felt her lower herself more and more onto the throbbing shaft of my erection. Her perfect breasts slowly danced on the rhythm she set, her nipples swollen, dangling in front of me, just out of the reach of my lips, wanting to taste the forbidden fruit she was.

She slowly gyrated her hips as she rode me, grinding me inside of her wet arousal, arching her back as she did. Her breasts were caught in the pale Swedish morning sun, her moans growing deeper as her breathing grew shallow. Oui! OUI! The strange language sounded like magical words to me, as if she was weaving a spell of possession over me. Each time she screamed it, her hips bucker, receiving my thrusting erection hard and deep.

She bit her lower lip hard as her breathing stopped, waves of pleasure rippling through her sweating body. She exhaled in a loud moan, screaming as she rode me harder and faster to keep her orgasm going. My own endurance broke. I exploded in a deep voice, sending pulses of sheer , raw energy inside her. I felt her nails dig deep in my shoulder as she felt the throbbing head of my manhood pulsate violently inside her. My vision blurred and for a single moment, an eternity, I felt as if my head was going to explode. As she descended for me and I tried to catch my breath, she kneeled down next to me, her darting tongue caressing and cleaning the still hard manhood. I simply fell back onto the bed and closed my eyes, totally submitted to her sexual energy.

She left me there in that very state…gathering her clothes, walking out of the room, in pure nudity. I saw how her gorgeous behind swayed with her hips, her breasts firm and sensitive, revealing their sides and she looked back at me, and blew me a kiss, a devious twinkle in her eyes.

I don’t think she ever told me her name, but I still remember the first word she has ever spoken to me.

Bonjour.

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All right, gentle readers, after ten years of reading the stories on this lovely site I have decided to pop my cherry and submit something. Please be gentle *head back, back of my wrist to my forehead*.

I welcome, crave, desire, want and need feedback BUT please be constructive at least. Constructive: did you know you changed that character’s name from *** to ####. Not Constructive: I hated that character’s name. Pick your box wisely.

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Recently told a Dom, i had been having fantasies about him, when he asked what they were, i wrote it up and sent it to him in a serialized form over the course of a week

With his permission and encouragement, i am reprinting them here…

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You step away from me again and again I feel the loss. Your touch is precious to me and I miss it when it’s gone. I remember joking in the beginning how I was becoming addicted to your touch and that joke has become a reality.

I hear you pick something up and although I know it’s a flogger I listen closely hoping to discern which one it is. Why this information is so vital, I have no idea. Whichever one it is, it will be used and I will have to endure it.

I hear a soft swish and make a mental guess. When I feel the feathery touch of the lightest flogger, I feel gratified that I have guessed right. Small triumphs in this place of continued darkness.

The first sweeps of the flogger feel almost ephemeral manisa escort and tender, something to awaken for sleepy flesh. You avoid my tender behind which I appreciate but my legs down to my ankles and my back from my behind to my neckline are fair game. When the falls brush the backs of my knees it almost tickles.

I fall into the rhythmic strikes, my heartbeat eventually matching the hits. I feel myself melt away, walls go down as my mind whirls away. A curious vulnerability steals over me, a feeling that I can only allow to emerge in a place of safety. All feelings of self-consciousness and self-doubt fade and I just exist.

I exist for this, for your pleasure, for pleasing you. When you change floggers, I barely notice whether you work your way up or down the intensity level. The rhythm stays the same and that all that matters as I shift ever closer to that sublime place called subspace.

Like a climax in reverse, I feel it steal over me. Instead of a mad explosion, this is implosion as I fall into myself or the self I am with you at times like this. The room seems to grow strangely quiet, narrowed down to the strike of the flogger, our breathing, and nothing else. Behind the blindfold, I imagine arcs of electricity joining us. In this, I see the power exchange so many talk about made visual.

I long for the words to tell you what I see and what I understand in this moment. I want to tell you how special you are to me and how grateful kütahya escort I am that you take the time to give me this but the words as usual are not there. That longing too fades away and I let it go. This is not the place for wants.

Thoughts like gossamer strands form and break in my mind. Questions breeze though and for this time I am able to let them just float by without the burning urge to consider them or answer them. Like a babe in the womb I float, the strike of the flogger a mother’s heartbeat.

When it ends at first I don’t notice caught up in the simple mindlessness of subspace. My body continues to sway to strikes that never come. Only when you approach and release my hands do I realize its over. When you lower my arms, they ache slightly from being up for so long. I sway against you, our activities of the last bit of time finally catching up with me.

I stand there silently as you remove the cuffs from my wrists and ankles and remove the spreader bar. My eyes are closed behind the blindfold. I sway slightly the only thing holding me up are your quiet murmurs of ‘hang on, just a little longer’.

When you finish removing the hardware, you stand in front of me and remove the blindfold. The fading sunlight in the room as bright as high noon to my eyes. I blink at the sudden return of sight before my eyes find yours. I give an inner sigh of relief that the former coolness is gone, and the warmth and affection I have come to expect are back. malatya escort The pleasure and respect are also present and welcome.

I reach up and pull your head down to mine and we kiss. I run my fingers through your hair and over your goatee. The relief at having my hands is immense and it feels new to touch you again. The other side of my being addicted to your touch is being addicted to touching you. I want to purr at the sheer wonder of feeling your flesh under my fingers again.

You pull away and look me deep in the eyes, your hand in its usual place over my heart. “Are you okay,” you ask, concern clear in your voice. Okay, I want to say, no I’m not okay, I’m fabulous, I am marvelous, I am a 1000 things and okay is merely the least of them but as usual words fail me.

You have taken us on a perilous journey and brought us safely home. What else could a submissive ask for? I give you my best smile as I nod as vigorously as my tiredness will allow. You look at me for another long minute before smiling yourself and leading me over to your chair.

You sit down and I curl up in your lap. I lay my head on your chest, content and sleepy. You wrap something warm around me and I am glad for it as the endorphins of our play begin to wear off. You rain down kisses on my hair and face and I luxuriate in it. Your hand stokes softly over my side and legs and the rhythm further urges me toward sleep.

I fight the urge for a bit, despite my tiredness I still want to do things and have things done. Something about being with you makes me insatiable except in small doses.

Finally, sick of my restlessness, you say, “Relax, we still have the rest of the weekend,” And with that realization, I let go and fall asleep.

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The first time, Alex had been high. Drunk. Stoned. He’d fucked her in the ass and had a great time. She was pale-bodied, slim, long-legged and totally gorgeous. Her ass, after she’d greased it up for him, fit his dick like a hot, slick glove, and he’d ass-fucked her three separate times because of how much she turned him on. Her tits were fabulous – small, but perky – her legs were long and shapely and her ass…her ass was the most fuckably perfect ass he’d ever seen. Her pussy was incredible though he’d only seen her crotch, her neatly trimmed bush, but her ass had just called out to him and he’d answered.

Besides, the way the girl kept sticking her ass up in the air or pointing it his way, it was an invitation and Alex didn’t want to disappoint.

He must’ve licked every portion of her body. She was 5’10” or so, so there was a lot of girl to lick, but she had a gorgeous, slender figure. He’d licked and kissed her from her face all the way down to the tips of each of her pretty toes, and the only thing he really hadn’t touched, was her cunt.

And now, as he woke up beside her and looked under the covers at the thing that now made his mouth fall open, he wondered about how someone as gorgeous and sweet and willing and quiet could NOT have a cunt.

The dick laying there across her perfect thigh, you see, wasn’t his own.

Alex wanted to throw her – this dude – out of bed. Wanted to hit her or slap her or do something to her.

‘Him,’ he told himself. A dude, a guy. Not a chick!

But then the thighs moved, the body turned. Alex quickly dropped the covers down and smiled at her, Kaitlin, as she woke up. Her smile was a sleepy one, but happy. A glad smile, Alex thought to himself. She looked actually glad to see him there. He couldn’t help smiling back at her.

At him.

But then a troubled look crossed her face. She knew. And Alex knew that she knew. She started to sit up, holding the sheet to her front. She started to get out of bed on the other side, but Alex surprised himself by grabbing her elbow – gently – until she turned.

“I didn’t mean to deceive you,” Kaitlin whispered. She turned and started to get up again, but Alex held on. He couldn’t figure what was going on with himself. The girl – the guy – turned back to him. “I really didn’t.” she went on, not trying to pull away now. “It’s just…it’s just that we were having so much fun last night. I didn’t figure we’d end up, you know…”

Alex remembered how she’d knelt down before him in that dark little corner of the hotel lobby. It had been really late, or early, actually, and nobody had been around. Her mouth had felt like liquid fire around his prick. He’d almost cum in her mouth right then and there. He found himself smiling at this memory, and realized he had more than a slight boner from the thought.

“In the corner of the lobby…” Alex mumbled to himself, pleased at the mental image of it.

“No,” Kaitlin said. “Bed, I mean. Wind up in bed. I didn’t plan it, you know….” She turned, still clutching the sheet to herself. Alex reached out and gently tugged on it until she let it go. He gazed at the perfect, shapely hooters that were revealed. They were natural too. He knew from the extreme close-up inspection he’d given each one the night before. No ‘enhancement’s whatsoever. The hand which had held her elbow now drifted up. Her upper arm got goose-pimply; her nipples stood out hard.

“…Oh yes, we did wind up in bed…” Alex said distantly. He ran his hand down her side now, to her waist, then down over her hip, totally engrossed in what he was doing. She instantly grabbed the sheets down over her crotch the moment Alex’s hand mardin escort started to move in toward it. He shrugged and leaned forward a little more, running his fingers down the side of her thigh, then under her knee. She gasped.

“…stop it, Alex,” she whispered, but the hand drifted even lower, cupping under her calf and sliding down to her heel. Then the bed bounced slightly as Alex scooted further down the bed. He put his hand softly on the top of her foot, then quickly flung the sheet off so he could see what he was doing. The foot was absolutely beautiful. He’d never seen any chick, anywhere, with prettier feet than this…dude. Even the toes were sexy and soft and smooth looking. He remembered spending quite some time the night before, sucking on each of those toes, making Kaitlin moan and catch her breath.

She had exceptionally sensitive feet and toes and ankles and heels and calves and knees and thighs, he thought to himself; just as some of the other women he’d known, had. But it turned him on all the more. A girl with ugly, or plain, sensitive legs was one thing; one with long, beautiful, sexy sensitive legs was quite another!

“…please stop, Alex….” Kaitlin breathed, but Alex’s hand continued touching, caressing. It moved over to the opposite foot and then slid up to the knee. Kaitlin clamped her knees together tight. They’d both raised up from the intensity of the pleasure, but now she held them together tightly. Alex did not mind. He ran his hand up over her knees, then down her thighs, then down and down. The girl tried to hold her hands over her crotch, keeping the crumpled sheets stuffed down there, but Alex pulled gently and tugged, and Kaitlin finally relented and let go.

Alex peeled the clump of sheets up and away, revealing the lovely V of her crotch, and the precise and pretty way her crotch was shaved and trimmed. It was the same thing he’d seen the night before. But then he was leaning over to kiss her there. He wanted to – he needed to. He leaned and leaned, and as he did, Kaitlin leaned back out of the way, spreading her hands behind her on the bed. She let her knees slide down and out of the way as well, and then, just before the backs of her thighs touched the bedspread, Alex pressed his lips to the finely haired crotch and at the same time reached under the girl’s clenched thighs and found the small but stiff cock and balls which had been pushed down and out of the way. They were right there where her cunt would’ve been had she been a real woman.

Alex thought that, had anyone else – or especially one of his buddies – were looking, he would probably have grabbed the dude’s dick and balls and squeezed them until they popped off. But as they were alone, he knew he didn’t have to measure up to anyone else’s ideas of right or wrong. He had his hand, his strong, farmer’s hand, right over that small package of male genitalia, and now decided that nobody would blame him or make fun of him if he didn’t rip the things off or mash them until the fag was screaming in pain. Instead, he cupped them, caressed them. He felt the dick, small as it was, lift up hard. Since it was trapped there between those incredible thighs, it was pointing down and back, but it was stiff. Alex knew how that was, to be that hard and wanting and waiting. He realized his own dick hadn’t softened since his last memory of the night before – before the time this discovery had made. He looked up at the girl’s face and saw that she was not even a tiny bit less attractive in the morning light. More, actually. Her head was fallen back but she sensed him looking and raised her head and turned it directly towards him; her expression hopeful.

He nevşehir escort stared into her eyes, her almost too large blue eyes. He didn’t want to hurt her. He didn’t want to make fun of her. She was simply too beautiful. Then he thought about what the alternative was – sucking her dick. A man sucking another man’s penis – his cock. Maybe licking his balls. He wondered if this…chick got off having manly men service her cock, if it was some sort of power trip to have a guy bow down to her and use his mouth on her instead of beating her to a pulp.

But her eyes gave no such impression. She had acted so sweet and happy and was so quiet and womanly. Those, Alex realized, hadn’t, or couldn’t have been all acting. She – he – really was sweet. Sweet and pretty. Sexy too. He glanced down at her rack, then back up again. And then, the thought came to him that her clit was sort of large. He’d eaten a girl once who had a large clit. It had been weird at first but then he’d gotten used to it. It had gotten really stiff and stuck out quite a bit, and then Alex, realizing that this was so similar it really didn’t matter, slid over, pushed Kaitlin’s knees apart and took her cock all the way into his mouth. He began sucking and slurping and licking the thing as if it were a clit, as he’d done to that other clit, and it got stiffer and harder, but not much longer.

The girl lay back fully now. She jammed her hands over her mouth, trying not to scream. She gasped and then moaned softly, a weeping sound coming from her voice because she was indeed weeping. The man between her legs sucked her organ like a pro, like a man would, but he did not make her feel like a man somehow – quite the opposite. She grabbed her knees and spread them wide and pulled them back. She opened for him. She wished again that she had something else to offer – a second hole he could fuck – but this man, this particular one, didn’t seem to mind. He licked her thing as if it were a chick’s clit; up and down and round and round. It felt so good. It felt like nothing else she’d ever felt. She gasped. Her belly contracted. She felt a hot stirring deep inside her. A dam seemed about to break and she panicked and pulled back and rolled away from Alex. She got on her knees to present her ass to him again and he got up behind her. She wanted him in her, wanted that fullness and thickness and stiffness, driving back and forth and deep and shallow, driving away the fears and loneliness and troubles and thoughts. Just fucking them away forever or at least as long as it lasted. She pulled her cock and balls forward so they wouldn’t show from behind and kept her knees together, but now the man reached around and grabbed her bundle and at the same time inserted his own boner into the still-slick tunnel of her rectum. He pushed in and began to jerk Kaitlin off. He rammed her faster and faster and manipulated her faster as well. He knew how to do it, better than any woman could. He rubbed and teased and pulled and squeezed, all the while pumping her ass fast and furious.

But Alex then felt the girl’s hand gently pry his away from her thing. He felt her spreading her knees to the sides, lowering her rump a little more. She stayed on her knees but went down on her elbows and then her shoulders. Her face was sideways on the bouncing, jouncing bed. Alex looked down her smooth back, her flawless, pale, beautiful back and kept ramming her ass hard – harder than before. He could feel her muscles gripping him like a fist and then he wanted to put his fist around that small, beautiful thing of hers. He wanted to jerk her off and make her feel good. She’d only made him feel good – niğde escort everything she’d done since they met at the table had been to make him feel good – her conversation, her body, her smile, her mouth in the lobby – everything. And now he wanted to return the favor.

Then she gasped. Her ass clenched into a knot. She grunted and sighed and Alex felt her asshole quivering, undulating around his pounding dick. He felt her shiver all through her body and then lift up onto her elbows and start to shove back against him. He rammed and rammed and then smelled the scent of semen drifting up from around the girl’s shaking, slamming body. She gasped again and moaned. She held still but Alex could feel her insides squeezing rhythmically, like swallowing but in the reverse direction. He pushed in all the way and then leaned to the side and looked down. There, in a growing puddle and stain in the sheets was proof of Kaitlin’s pleasure. It was still squirting out from her cock, which was still undulating in ejaculation. It seemed like slow pulses, as if the orgasm were taking forever to finish, so Alex leaned back straight and gave her a few more forceful thrusts. Then he couldn’t help himself and started to sodomize her fiercely. In and out and in! He felt her ass squeezing rhythmically now and knew more cum was squirting out of her. He wanted to pound every drop out of her and give her everything she had already given him.

And then he felt the same sort of overflowing, almost aching surge pushing up from his deepest place. He gasped and pulled and pushed and then he was filling her ass, this beautiful Woman’s ass, with his own jiz. He felt his dick quivering inside her as it pumped semen out, but went right on ramming and pushing and pulling until, in a moment, everything went quiet and calm and gentle. He held himself in there, still stiff as a nail, and then felt her body relax in front of him. She was gasping. She sounded like she was crying again.

“…oh my god…” she breathed. “God…nobody…nobody as EVER made me cum like that….” She began to slump forward, to lay on her front, and Alex followed her, not wanting to leave the hot, tight confines of her ass. Then he was laying on top of her, kissing her shoulders while his dick started to soften within her.

“What…what do you mean, baby?” he whispered in her ear. He was surprised that he’d used the term ‘baby’ but knew now that there were few other words which fit this wonderful, beautiful creature.

Sweetheart, honey, were others.

“They…” she gasped, still out of breath and shivering all over. “They, usually…fuck me until they cum, and then that’s it, or…they want me to blow them…or sometimes when they find out what I have, they suck me off or jerk me off. It’s always rough and tumble…fucking and sucking. Most times they find out and they want me to fuck them in their ass, and…and it’s just different… They remind me I’m male ‘down there’….” She turned her head and smiled back at Alex, who kissed her ear in that one silent moment. “But you…you fucked me like a woman, and made me cum like a woman. No jerking or sucking or touching or putting it up your butt. You just fucked me until everything just cascaded down and out and out and out…and oh my god…it was so beautiful…” Alex rolled his pelvis slightly, making his shriveling thing push and pull inside her. She gasped and then giggled happily.

“I’ve always known I was a woman,” Kaitlin went on, sighing. “But until now, until just a moment ago, nobody in the world had Ever made me feel like one….”

“Well, it’s ’bout time, then, huh lady?” Alex whispered, and he meant it. Surprised as he was to realize it, he really did mean it.

So it came as no surprise when he decided a minute or two later, that this was nice…this was all nice, and he would not mind it a bit if something like this happened with Kaitlin again – maybe tomorrow night!

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Sofia reached under her pillow, searching frantically for her cell phone, trying to turn of the alarm before it could wake Him. Satisfied that it was silenced, she sat up in bed, stretching before yawning and swinging her legs over the side of the bed to the floor with a thud. She stood and quietly padded into the bathroom, shutting the door carefully. Glancing at herself in the mirror, she decided that she definitely looked as if she had a good time last night. She pulled out a towel and hung it over the bar by the shower, before turning on the water. Reaching out a tentative hand, she checked the water temperature before stepping into the shower.

A small sigh escaped her as she let the warm water relax her tight muscles. After washing her hair, she soaped a washrag and began to clean her body, making sure to get every part of her. Setting the washrag down, she picked up her razor and began to shave, hesitating slightly before shaving her slit completely. As hard as it was to do so without cumming, it would be even worse if her Master found stray hairs and decided they needed plucking.

She turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, toweling off quickly before stepping over to the sink and finishing her makeup and hair. Turning off the light, she took a second look around to make sure she had cleaned up after herself before going back into the bedroom. She crossed silently to the bed, wearing nothing but her collar as she knelt between His legs, admiring His sleeping form. She leaned down, wrapping her lips around His shaft, sucking Him gently at first, then harder when she heard Him moan the first time, meaning He was awake. She soon just relaxed and let him maneuver her, enjoying the feeling of His hands entwined in her hair, guiding His hard cock in and out of her mouth, His balls slapping against her chin as niğde escort He used her. She felt His cock begin to throb and knew by the moans coming from His lips he was getting close to His climax. A loud moan came from His lips as He came in her mouth. She was extremely careful to swallow every drop of His hot cum. As He finished, He ran a hand over her head, petting her a bit like a child petting a lazy cat. She smiled at His gentle caress. As much as she loved the rough side of Him, she loved this side just as much. “Good morning, kitten,” He said, His deep voice almost a purr.

She smiled up at Him and replied “Good morning, Master.” She rested her cheek against His thigh as she waited for Him to wake up completely and give her orders for the morning.

“Why don’t you get dressed, little one, and get Eva ready for school. Then we’ll have breakfast,” He said. Sofia stood and kissed Him before dressing in the clothing He had picked for today; glad He had chosen something comfortable for her, because she was taking her class on a field trip today.

Walking quietly down the hall, she opened the door to her daughter’s room. Eva was quickly approaching her eighth birthday, but to herm other she looked far older. Sofia walked to the bed where her daughter lay sleeping.

“Buenas Dias, Mija” she said quietly in Spanish, kissing her daughter gently on the forehead. While Sofia had raised Eva to be bilingual, her husband had never caught on. After laying out clothes for Eva and making sure that she was on her way to get ready for school, Sofia went downstairs to get started on breakfast.

As she finished cooking, Eva helped her set the table. They sat around the table, and ate in companionable silence. After clearing the dishes, Sofia sent Eva off to get her backpack and turned back to doing the ordu escort dishes, unaware of her husband coming up behind her. She jumped a little as He wrapped His arms around her waist.

“I’ll call you over your lunch today, kitten,” he paused, taking a free hand to tweak her nipple a little and elicit a small moan “Oh, and I arranged for Eva to spend the night at your sister’s so we could have the house to ourselves tonight. Rosita will pick her up from school and I think she is taking Eva and Ariel out for the evening, they should have a great time.” Sofia shivered a little, knowing that He knew exactly what His warmth behind her was doing.

“Yes, Master,” she replied, her voice almost a whisper. He smirked and cuddled a little closer

“Hrmmm… I should be getting off work around seven tonight, and I expect you to be dressed and waiting for me when I arrive. I left some clothes laid out for you on the bed.”

Sofia nuzzled Him and replied “Yes, Master. Thank you.”

He turned her to face Him, leaning down to kiss her tenderly, “I love you, Sofia” he said. She gazed up at Him, her face a mixture of raw emotion. Every time her named passed His lips, it was like drowning and being suddenly pulled up for air. Everything made sense and was whole.

Her gaze never leaving His face, she murmured “I love you too, Master.”

Eva came bounding into the kitchen and almost ran into the two of them. Her husband chuckled and squatted so He was eye level with Eva. He gave her a big hug before kissing her on the forehead.

“Be a good girl today, and Ariel and Aunt Rosie will pick you up from school.” Eva squeaked happily. She loved spending time with her Aunt and cousin. He hugged her again while Sofia watched, kissing her on the cheek.

“Te amo, Eva, “he said, using one of His few rize escort Spanish phrases.

“Te amo tambien, Daddy” she replied. As He and Sofia gave each other a quick kiss goodbye, he gave her bottom a playful pinch and grinned when she yelped.

Sofia dropped Eva off at school and drove to work. She entered the building, and was surprised to be one of the first ones there. She worked as a Spanish teacher at a private school, teaching mostly the younger grades. Her morning classes couldn’t go by fast enough as she waited for His call. Finally the phone rang. She picked it up and answered professionally even though she knew it would be Him “Good afternoon, Sofia Morgan speaking, how may I help you?”

A familiar voice on the other end responded.

“Hello, kitten. How was your morning?” He said, His voice quiet.

“Good, Master. All of my classes were smooth and I was just about to start grading papers. How about you?”

“My day is going well, kitten, ” He said ” I can’t talk long, but I just wanted to tell you I love you and that I left a surprise for you in the front of your bag this morning, and I expect you to wear it until I say otherwise. It may be best if you open it in the bathroom.”

Sofia blushed and managed to stammer “Yes, Master.”

‘Good girl,” he said, “Now have a good day. Your Master loves you.”

“I love you too, Master” she said before hanging up the phone. She made a quick trip across the hallway and wandered into the staff bathroom. Locking the door behind her, she quickly dug through her bag before her fingers closed around something hard. A sense of dread and excitement filled her as she pulled it out of the bag. It was a new dildo, bigger than the one she usually wore under her clothing. The bell rang in the hallway, indicating the end of lunch. She would have to do this quickly. She reached under her skirt and pushed it completely inside her, unable to stop the small moan from escaping her lips. She walked back into her classroom and finished her afternoon classes smoothly before bolting to her car and driving home.

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A Birthday To Remember Ch. 02

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

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After this little encounter with my cousin, I have been trying to avoid her all week as much as possible. This has been a long week and I’m still trying to figure out what she has planned for me tomorrow for my birthday.

For a Friday afternoon, the supermarket was surprisingly quiet and by 7pm, I decided to lock the doors and head home.

As I got home, around 8pm, the apartment was empty and Sam was nowhere to be found. So I decided to take a shower and head to bed.

Soon after I got in the shower, Sam walked in the door.

“Dave!” yelled Sam as she walked into the kitchen.

Unable to hear her, I did not reply. As she walked into the living room, Sam heard the shower running and instinctly got undressed and headed for the bathroom.

With the noise of the water and being lost in my own thoughts, I didn’t hear Sam come in. I was shocked to see the curtains get pulled and come face to face with Sam.

“I’ve been thinking of you all week.” Sam said.

Without giving me the chance to reply, she got in the shower and planted a soft kiss on my lips. I could not resist either and I returned her kiss. With that, Sam proceeded to turn me around and slapped my ass, giving it a good squeeze.

“I am going to fuck you mercilessly.” Sam added.

“Please do.” I replied.

This excited Sam even more as she pushed me against the wall while strobbing her cock.

“You’re gonna be my slut this weekend.”

Sam put the tip of her cock in my ass and slowly pushed herself in while grabbing my hair. Sam slowly pulled back and shoved her dick in.

Then the pounding began. Slow thrusts at first then Sam went faster and harder. It felt as if my ass was being ripped open.

“Oh my God…you are so tight.”

“I’m ısparta escort glad you’re enjoying it.” I replied, reaching ecstasy.

“I’m gonna cum.”

Sam shot loads and loads of cum, filling my ass.

“Get on your knees and suck me off, slut.”

I immediately got on my knees and cleaned the cum off her dick, sucking her off dry; while cum dripped out of my ass.

Now clean, Sam left the bathroom and had me wondering even more about what she meant. I decided to go straight to bed after cleaning myself up.

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Today is finally my birthday and I’m officially 26 years old.

“I wonder what Sam has planned for me today.” I thought to myself.

I got up and went to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. Once done, I went into the kitchen. There, I found Sam preparing a small cake…while naked!

“Good morning Sam.”

“Oh good morning Dave.” Sam replied as she turned around to face me. Not surprised at all to see that she was rock hard however.

“How’s your ass?”

“A bit sore.”

“It’s gonna be in a lot more pain later on.” Sam added, biting her lips.

I cringed to that idea but now I was focused on only one thing. I approached the counter, grabbed some cake batter and smeared it on Sam’s cock then proceeded to suck it off her dick.

“Someone wants my cock.” said Sam with a beaming smile.

“Save some for later, sweet boy. You’re gonna need it.”

I got up and I helped Sam get the cake ready.

When everything was done, it was already five o’clock. Sam told me she had forgotten the candles and to head to the supermarket to buy some. My boss had agreed to give me the day off for my birthday. I bought the candles and made my way back to the apartment.

As I walked in, the lights were dim and sensual kastamonu escort music was playing. In the living room, Sam was standing there with a latex outfit on, covering her body except for her breasts and her cock. Right next to her was a sex swing. A million ideas ran to my head at that point.

“Get undressed. Your session is about to begin.” Sam commanded.

I quickly got undressed; still baffled by what she just said.

As I was getting set in the sex swing, I saw a group of 7 transgenders walk out of my room and line up next to Sam. I knew then that this would be a long night.

“Ladies, he is all yours.” said Sam, leaving the room.

Without being given the chance to breathe, one of the ladies stuck her cock in my mouth while two more had me stroking their cocks; one in each hand. The woman I was sucking off was named Brittany.

“Brit, looks like he got you all ready for a nice pounding.” mentioned one of the transgenders, while caressing my ass.

“Sure does Sid.” replied Brittany as she took her cock off my mouth; which was replaced by Sid’s cock, who had the biggest cock out of all of them.

Brittany was impatient to start as she was now caressing my ass. She pushed herself in deep into my ass. She started slowly then thrust after thrust, she picked up the pace. My ass was being pounded fast and hard, Brittany using the sex swing as a momentum, pulling me onto her cock and pushing me into swallowing Sid’s cock.

On the verge of an orgasm, she pulled out and shot her load all over my back. Sid quickly took her place as another transgender took Sid’s place into my mouth. Sid was going just as fast and hard as Brittany. She did not have an orgasm however.

Then one by one, they proceeded to pound my ass and suck them off. After the last one had her go at my ass, Sid kayseri escort took another shot pounding my ass. Brittany forced her cock into my mouth.

The other five transgenders were standing around me strobbing their cocks. Starting with Sid shooting her load in to my ass, they all ended up shooting their loads onto my back, finishing up with Brittany emptying her load into my mouth forcing me to swallow.

The ladies laughed as they contemplated their work while walking away.

Unable to maintain myself and trying hard to breathe, Sam walked over to me.

“How is your ass feeling, slut?” asked Sam.

“Pretty…sore.” I replied with a rusty voice.

“We’re not done yet!” Sam added.

Sam leaned over and kissed me as we shared Brittany’s cum. Sam then stood back up and shoved her cock into my mouth.

“Suck it, bitch.” Sam yelled.

It was the best blowjob of the night as I licked up and down Sam’s cock while playing with her balls.

“Damn. Don’t make me cum yet.”

Sam took her cock out of my mouth and whispered in my ear that she saved the best for last. Sam then slowly walked over to the other side with my ass in the air, still leaking some of Sid’s cum.

Sam lubed her cock and shoved herself in without warning. I let out the loudest scream ever. From then on, Sam had no mercy and she was thrusting faster and harder this time; leaving me screaming my lungs out.

Sam didn’t seem she would stop. She pounded my ass with long and hard strokes. Again and again.

Then finally, I felt her body tense up and she pulled out. She quickly walked over to my face and shoved her cock in my mouth once more.

Sam shot her load deep down my throat and into my mouth, ordering me to swallow it all. Once done, she leaned over and kissed me one more time.

“Happy Birthday little cousin.” Sam whispered to my ears.

Sam unhooked me from the sex swing and I fell to the ground. I just laid there and unable to move.

“This is one birthday I will never forget for the rest of my life.” I thought to myself as I immediately fell right to sleep.

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