My sisters their friends and me, their sissy
My first story
My first story
She was a lawyer, now she’s my whore
So this is the continuation of Oren part 1 obviously. Danny gets his revenge and then some….
This is my first story so be nice
Hot sissy Keven-Jeanne Bardot wants every man to know how good he will service them.
Mother and Wife make it!
Recovery and Forgiveness
Part 2 of my conference adventures.
This is my fist story so please but improved so constructive criticism only to help me improve, thank you!
This is my first writing I have done in a long while. I hope you enjoy. I intend to write more, but feel free to give feedback and direction.
Two young girls watch while I crap in the woods
Ive been editing this for awile, finally got it!
Chapter 5
As we woke up I told her to go to the bathroom and get cleaned up and then to put on her blue sundress so we could go and grab something to eat. The blue sundress was my favorite one although up to that day she had never worn it. It had been a gift from her mother and being only about mid-thigh in length it was shorter then what Tina usually wore. As I said, she had the looks but not the attitude to be incredibly hot. And thinking about the effect the sundress would have when her nipples poked through the material and her ass and pussy might occasionally be visible depending on how she sat…I decided to follow her into the bathroom.
She was standing there naked in front of the mirror and was checking her face for first signs of pimples. I saw her ass and her thin waist forming a perfect hourglass figure from behind and at the same time I saw her big tits in the mirror. And I saw the jiggling motion her tits got from the way her hands were moving on her face. I started to stroke my dick as I looked at her and after a couple of seconds I moved in behind her and pressed my crotch against her ass, pressing her whole body against the sink as a result. Then I put my hands on the sides of her hips and smiling at her through the mirror I slowly moved my hands to the front of her hips and then up over her flat stomach and further up to her breasts. First I took the whole soft mounds into my hands and then I moved my hands to the sides until my thumbs were at her nipples. I took them between my thumbs and index fingers and gently rolled them as I said.
“Oh, you look so fucking hot!”
She leaned her back against my chest and let her head sink back on my shoulder until her cheeks brushed against mine. Her head was resting on my shoulder and against my face at the same time as she whispered in a low and seductive voice.
“If I am so fucking hot, then why don’t you just fuck me?”
That hot little devil. I let go of her right tit and put my right hand between us and on her back. I pushed her forward so that she bend over the sink and as I let my hand glide down her back until it was between my crotch and her ass I saw her bite her lower lip in anticipation through the mirror. I put my middle finger to her pussy to check if she was wet enough to enter her. Her pussy lips were a little dry but as I pushed my finger in a tiny fraction of an inch I felt the wetness inside her. I fucked her with my finger for a couple of strokes to get the outside of her cunt wet and then aligned my dick with her pussy and pushed in. I heard a grunt escape her lips as I started to fuck her. She put her hands on the sink and pushed her body into a more standing position so that I could get better access to her tits and I started to knead her round jugs as I pumped into her. I decided to see how she would react to what I had in store for her for the day.
“After I fill you with jizz we’re going to show you off a bit at lunch and then a bit more at the beach. Then we’ll find a nice place for an afternoon fucking session. Some place with viewers.”
She grunted and her breathing deepened.
“Then we’ll come back to our room for a little photo session. I wonder how your pussy will look in the camera when you rub your juices into it in the afternoon light next to the window. Or maybe even right on the balcony.”
She was definitely getting off on this. Looks like we had more in common regarding sexual interests then I had ever imagined.
“And after that we’ll get to the high point of the day. The end of your anal virginity. Tonight you are going to sleep with my cum in your tight little ass.”
That got her looking more than just a little shocked. I let go of her tits again and pushed her forward so that there was more room between her body and mine. Then I put my hands on her ass. I pulled her ass cheeks apart with my left hand and pressed the middle finger of my right and against the muscle ring of her tight little rear entrance. She still looked shocked but as I started making little circles against her asshole she loosened up again. I can’t tell if she really enjoyed it or just did not mind but at that moment I did not care much. I enjoyed fingering her tight ass and that was all that was important to me. After a couple of seconds I took my hand from her ass and licked my right middle finger to make it wet and then I put it back to her ass and started to push it in. I pushed the finger about a half inch into her asshole and then started little fucking movements. I fingerfucked her ass as I fucked her pussy. The naughtiness of it got me really hot and I speed up the fucking on both fronts. By now Tina was breathing hard and had her right hand between her legs rubbing her cunt.
“Are you gonna cum? Are you gonna cum with a finger up your ass?”
She just kept moaning and groaning as I fucked her harder and harder. I had to contain myself not to change to her asshole right then and there. After a couple more thrusts I let go of her ass and grabbed her hair. I pulled her head up and around to give her a full kiss on the lips as I thrust hard and deep into her and emptied myself into her pussy. I continued fucking her lightly and she continued to rub her cunt as our tongues wrestled in her mouth and I felt my jizz overflowing from her snatch. That’s when her tongue stopped moving and I more felt then heard her moaning into my kiss. I felt her body bucking against mine and felt her cunt muscles grab my dick and pull it in. I felt the last driblets of semen being massaged from my shaft. Without thinking I grabbed her tit with my free hand and squeezed it hard just like she liked it when she orgasmed. I pulled her nipple and kept kissing until the last spasms had ended. Then I pulled my now limp dick from her cream filled hole and broke the kiss. I then gave her a couple little kisses on her neck as I gently caressed the tit I had just handled so roughly. She turned to me and gave me a little kiss on my neck, too, before falling to her knees and cleaning my dick from our combined juices with her mouth.
“Don’t forget the spunk in your pussy and on your legs. Or do you want to have it dribble out of your pussy when we go to lunch? And how did you like my finger in your ass? Do you look forward to my dick taking it’s place tonight?”
She looked up at me with my dick still in her mouth and as I saw the look in her eyes I knew, this was going to be a fun night.
Chapter 6
After she had cleaned my cock she got into the shower and I went into the living room and opened the windows to enjoy some fresh air. I sat there thinking about how great things had turned out and listened to the water droplets from her shower hitting the floor. I was waiting for her to come back and was looking forward to seeing her all wet with her curly hair sticking to her face and shoulders. Through all the fights we had in the last 6 months I had almost forgotten how beautiful she was but the memory returned fast. Every time I saw her I was stunned for a moment and I was looking forward to seeing her whenever she went out of my sight for even a moment. And it was pure joy in looking at her. Not mixed with fear about the next fight like before. Damn, I could get used to this.
I was still lost in my thoughts when I heard the water stop and saw her coming out of the bathroom a second later. The little pearls of water sparkled all over her body which made her look like she was covered in pearls or little stars and the wet hair sticking to her neck gave her an animalistic, wild and extremely attractive look. I just continued watching her and smiled as she went to the bed and took a bottle of lotion out of her nightstand. I watched her pour some lotion on her hand and massage it into her calves. She always started with her left side. Then I watched her continue upwards, slowly caressing her upper thighs with her hands. I saw how the white lotion went see-through when she rubbed it into her skin and how the skin glowed when she was finished. She continued upward, and I realized she was making a show out of it for me, always turning so that I had a good view of the body part she was lotioning up. When she turned around and grabbed her ass with both hands, rubbing one buttock with each I took my dick into my hand and started stroking it. She turned around, putting her hands between her legs and then moved them upwards and to the side until her hands rested on her hip bones, and then she started rubbing lotion on her stomach. She ran her hands in circles around her navel and then moved them further up to her breasts. While she was rubbing her breasts she started to moan softly and every now and then she pinched one of her nipples. And when she finally moved away from her breasts and up to her neck her nipples stood out firmly and invited me to kiss them. She stroked her neck, still moaning and put her head to the side. At the same time she cocked her hip into an extremely sexy and alluring pose. She had her eyes closed and it was like she was dancing alone trying to sex herself up, unaware of my presence. For a moment I thought about taking her right there but I wanted to safe up some energy for later and at the same time I had the feeling that she did not really want that. Throughout the last 2 days she had gotten off on me taking control and now she was taking control and I had the feeling she was just testing me. Well, she had bought the ticket, now she was up for the ride. I approached her with long steps, grapping her hips I turned her around and pulled her to me. Her ass was again at my crotch and she started gyrating it in an inviting way.
“I’m going to hit the shower now, Tina, and while I’m gone I want you to lay down on the bed and masturbate. Finger that hot little wet pussy but don’t cum. You are not allowed to cum until I tell you to.”
With that I pushed her on the bed, turned around and left. I turned around and left so fast because if she had seen the hard on I was sporting she would have known that one more look from her would have been enough for me to jump her without thinking about any powergames.
I took my time in the shower so that my arousal could drain and hers could build. That was necessary for me to expand my control over her. When I came out of the shower I saw her lying on the bed. A thin film of transpiration was covering her body and her inner thighs were covered in her juice. Although the windows were wide open the whole room smelled of pussy. I looked at her for a minute and saw that she was stopping.
“No, continue until I tell you to stop.”
I then made my way to my closet and started dressing with my back to her. Again I took my time, aware how desperate she was to come by now. When I was completely dressed I turned to her and walked up to her head. I took my dick out and put it to her lips.
“Suck, but you are still not allowed to come.”
I enjoyed her lips and her tongue for a couple of seconds, just long enough for her to get the feeling that she was getting me ready to fuck her and she would soon get her relief. When I felt her getting faster because she felt like she could not wait any longer I pulled my cock out of her mouth and put it back into my pants.
“Get dressed, we are going to lunch.”
She look at me filled with desperation but I stayed firm and so she slowly got up on wobbly legs and put the blue sundress over her head. She did not put on any underwear and with the state she was in her nipples were poking through the dress like little mountains. She was so wet that her pussyjuice was flowing down her legs past the end of the dress and wetness was visible even when she stood still.
This was sooo going to be fun.
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This is part two of a 3 or 4 part series.
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real story about Latina “Princess” named Mariah
Just sit back and enjoy the ride!
I took three women to Fantasy Fest 2009.
This is an introduction to me and how I ended up in the sleazy world of adult modelling and stripping. I hope you enjoy.x
“Love what you are doing to me baby.”
Nina is laying stark naked, on her back with a pillow under her arse as I tease her nipples with the tips of my fingers and lick her shaved cunt, with her long honey blond hair sprayed over the three pillows she has supporting her head.
Lucy goes to extraordinary lengths to help her accountant boss please his clients.
Another tale from my sordid past. This time, my encounter with a horny young salesman on a quiet day in the store…..
In general, my sexual experience has been quite ordinary and unadventurous. In my late 40s I was lucky enough to become intimate with a woman 25 years my junior. Sadly, after a LOT of good times, she left for the other side of the world to pursue her studies. She brought to our sexual adventures an enthusiasm I had never experienced before, or since. 95 percent of this story is based on reality, I am so glad to say!
It had been about a month since that amazing night when I first fucked Linda, since then we have been fucking as often as possible. I still relive that magical night, the first time we fucked it felt like it last for an hour, in reality it had only been a few minutes. We did eventually make our home movie and one time we watched it together while masturbating but this story isn’t about that. I’ll just get right into it so I don’t spoil the surprise, before you start it would be a good idea to read part one first.
READING ALLOWED, Part 8
By lamignonne and Zenmackie
Marie felt wretched. While he was gone, it had been easy to nurture her feelings of resentment towards him for leaving her alone all day, tied up and bored, and suffering acutely from her unsatisfied lust. As the long day had worn on, her jaw aching more by the hour, her stomach growling, her body cold and bruised and her head more often than not in one of his toilets, Marie’s frustration had grown and grown. She’d even started to feel like she was justified in snooping around in his study. After all, she’d given up her whole weekend for him and he hadn’t even seen fit to stay at home!
Marie hadn’t been able to form any kind of resolve about how she was going to behave when her Master came home, other than the vague idea that she certainly deserved some attention from him and would be prepared to communicate just that if she didn’t get any. But her resolution wavered the second she sensed him in the bathroom. He’d startled her, standing there so quietly while she worked, squashed up against the toilet for all the world as if she were embracing it. She’d dropped the cleaning brush and it had splashed her, and just like that, she was at a disadvantage. As usual.
As she’d struggled to kneel the way he liked, Marie tried to cope with the confusing riot of emotions that she was feeling. On the one hand, she was still mad at him, anxious to show him that she didn’t appreciate his leaving her; on the other, his presence overwhelmed her, intruded even on her carefully nourished anger, and all her instincts were screaming at her to throw herself at his feet and show him her joy and relief that he’d returned. Her desire to have her suffering acknowledged by him warred with the desire to suffer still more, to do anything he wanted as long as he would smile at her and tell her she was a good girl. She could feel him studying her and trembled. Her urge to grovel grew stronger as he approached her, overpowering her with his presence, torturing her with suspense. As he gripped her chin and raised her face to look in her eyes, Marie had panicked, terrified he’d be able to see her every disloyal, petulant thought, and then she had made the terrible choice to show him her anger.
How quickly he’d put her in her place, she thought miserably now. In truth, he’d had all the power from the moment he’d come into the bathroom, had controlled her more efficiently with just his presence than his chains had been able to do throughout the long day. He stood before her and her body shook with the desire to kneel; he humiliated her and she craved his approval beyond every other need. She had tried defiance just this once, confronting him with nothing more than the look in her eyes, and his reaction had been immediate, painful and devastatingly effective. Marie had realized again, with excruciating clarity, that her attitude was still all wrong. It was her privilege to be allowed to spend the weekend with him, her undeserved honor that he was willing to teach her. After all, she hadn’t been a very good slave…
She clung to his ankles, her forehead resting on his feet, trying to control her sobs and hoping against hope that her obvious contrition would mollify his displeasure with her. At long last, he spoke.
“You’re getting toilet-water all over my shoes.”
The mildness of his tone, with its bare hint of amusement, filled her with such relief and delight that Marie felt like scampering around the bathroom and wagging her tail like the good little doggie she wanted to be for him. But she made herself hold perfectly still for a moment, then slowly raised her face to his again and, trying very hard not to smile, said, “I’m sorry, Master.”
Yes! His expression was now one of bemused affection; he was no longer angry with her! Oh, thank God.
He grabbed a hand-towel from a nearby rack, roughly dried her face and hair with it then threw it down on the floor beside her. Marie knew he was expecting her to use it to dry his shoes.
Instead she once more lowered her head….and began licking them clean.
It didn’t take long—less than a minute—to complete the task, but something about it, the complete and utter abasement of kneeling at his feet, naked and in chains, licking toilet water from his shoes, was setting her on fire. She had no time to analyze it—all she knew was she had to have his cock in her mouth—now.
She sat up. Her eyes flickered up to him once—he was frowning down at her, but not angrily. He seemed intent, as if he was trying to guess at her thoughts. Feeling suddenly sure of herself, Marie leaned forward and placed a kiss on the front of his pants where his erection strained against the fabric. She nuzzled her cheek there and looked up at him again, holding his gaze this time. “Please, Master,” she said, “may I suck your cock?”
They were both a little stunned. Marie couldn’t believe how strong and confident her voice had sounded. Her pussy flooded with moisture at the sound of the words; her eyes sparkled with excitement. Even though he’d just spanked her, even though her hair was wet with toilet water and she was naked and chained, this felt right.
As for her Master, he couldn’t get his pants open fast enough. He’d think about what her behavior meant in a few minutes—right now, he focused on Marie’s hot, talented little mouth as she bent to her work. Good God, it felt like she was trying to swallow him whole!
Marie was overtaken by a strange sort of frenzy. It was as if she couldn’t get enough of his cock in her mouth. Her captive hands reached for his balls and her fingers lifted them, rubbed them, and squeezed them gently all the while her face was pressed against his groin, her throat full of him. She massaged the spot below his balls and her tongue went into overdrive on his shaft.
This was one time he wasn’t worried about coming too soon. He thought he was going to die of pleasure… He lost control as he came, grabbing her head and thrusting himself violently down her throat. She swallowed gamely, and when he finally opened his eyes, still breathing hard, she was kneeling there smiling at him.
He could hardly believe it. She had just begged to be allowed to pleasure him. She’d begged him before, to gain her own pleasure or because he’d ordered her to, but this was different. He’d never have expected her to reach this stage of submission so soon. And he knew she’d been sincere. Even now, she was still grinning like he’d just given her a present.
What was it about this girl that she’d gotten under his skin so fast? To be truthful, he’d come home earlier than he’d planned, anxious to see how his little slave had fared in his absence. He’d had to conceal a hard-on quite a few times throughout the day, every time he pictured her humping his fingers as she had this morning or the desperate, pleading look on her face when she realized he was going to leave her bound and frustrated. What a homecoming he’d gotten! And they still had all evening to spend together before he really ought to be getting her back to campus. They’d eat first—and then he had a few things he wanted to try.
Her Master hadn’t said anything, and he’d only given her the briefest of smiles, but Marie knew he was pleased with her. She tensed just a little as he reached down and hauled her to her feet—grabbing her elbow this time, instead of her hair—surely that was a good sign. He tossed her over his shoulder into a fireman’s carry and headed for the stairs. Marie felt a little panicky as she realized that, with her hands bound by her neck, she had no way to break her fall if he dropped her, but his grip was firm and the feeling subsided. Now, as he entered the kitchen—the scene of her imprudence that morning—she just had to worry about what he would do with her next.
It seemed that they had both learned a lesson from that morning’s encounter: when they reached the kitchen table he simply put her down next to his chair, lifting the table leg to secure the end of her leash as she took her kneeling pose. He said not one word to her about cooking, and Marie allowed herself a small grin as she watched him preparing dinner.
It was a simple meal; he steamed some rice and saut? a few chopped vegetables, tossing in some bits of cold chicken from the refrigerator. But he added spices like a master chef–a pinch of one, a sprinkle of another, tasting and nodding to himself. The air began to fill with a deliciously complex aroma and Marie was forcefully reminded that she’d had nothing to eat since breakfast, unless she counted her Master’s come. If she still had her ball-gag on, she knew, she’d be drooling all over herself. As it was she simply swallowed hard, kept her position tight and her attention on him, hoping that her stomach wouldn’t gurgle and embarrass her as it had that morning.
Yet even though she was famished, not to mention ragingly horny, she became aware that underlying all the physical and emotional turbulence lay a very unfamiliar sensation: serenity. Her needs were no longer her concern—her Master would take care of them in due time, and that’s all she needed to know. She felt a contented smile creep across her face.
Her smile only widened when she saw him reach down into a cabinet next to the stove and bring out a shining aluminum dog bowl. She knew it was for her, and she brushed away the troublesome thought that it already been there and not purchased especially for her. Maybe he used to have a dog. Or maybe…no, she would not think about that. This moment—now—was all there needed to be.
She gave him her most loving smile as he set the bowl, filled to the brim with steaming food, on the floor beside her before setting his plate on the table. She followed him with her eyes and then her body, shuffling around on her knees to remain facing towards him as he pulled out his chair and sat. She gave not the slightest glance to her bowl of food—it was not hers until he said it was.
When he was settled in place he turned to look at her, and to Marie it was obvious that he was pleased with what he saw: that his slave was simply waiting, giving him her complete and silent attention. He actually beamed at her and caressed the side of her face with his hand, and Marie felt as though she would melt with happiness. After a moment he withdrew his hand and said, “You must be starving, princess. Please go ahead.”
“Thank you, Master,” Marie replied, wishing she could kiss him just then. She turned away and bent down to her bowl…and was quite pleased to discover that he had placed it so that while she ate she would be displaying her upraised ass and pussy for his pleasure. She began to eat.
Marie’s hands had reached out automatically to steady herself as she bent over the dog bowl, only to be jerked back by the chains holding them to her collar. She was suddenly mindful of her discomfort again. She hadn’t been able to straighten her arms for hours, now, and the urge to stretch her elbows was driving her crazy. Marie tried to focus on the food, which was fragrant and delicious and which she was eating way too fast, but her mind kept wandering. Would he let her spend the night again? She could get all her homework done tomorrow, if she was diligent, and it would be totally worth it if he’d fuck her again tonight, and hold her like he had last night as she fell asleep.
Before she knew it, Marie found herself licking the bowl clean. She’d scarfed her dinner down with undignified haste, and blushed rosily as she realized her Master had probably only taken a few civilized bites by now. She really was just like his pet. Well, in for a pound…Marie thought, and shuffled on her knees over to his chair to lay her head on his knee. She held her breath, hoping for some sign of approval from him, and sure enough, a moment later she felt his hand resting lightly on her head. Another moment passed, and he stroked her hair. Marie felt her chest expand with happiness.
Several minutes later, he gently tugged on her hair to get her to sit up. He held a glass of water for her while she drank, waiting until she had finished it. He, she saw, was drinking from an expensive-looking bottle of red wine. A few more minutes passed while he savored his wine, then he stood and retrieved a clean dishcloth, wet it, and came back to clean Marie’s face. She blushed anew. She certainly hadn’t been worried about keeping her face clean while she ate, she realized now. She was vaguely surprised that he did it silently, making no attempt to humiliate her further. Was that because he had more challenges in store for her later this evening?
Marie watched as her Master performed only the most rudimentary clean-up of the kitchen. Leaving the dishes for later didn’t seem like his style, and she smiled to herself, imagining that he was in a hurry to play some more with her—his toy.
She wasn’t far off, if she’d known it. The impromptu blow job in the bathroom might as well have never happened for all the difference it made to his cock, which was again hard as a rock. He deliberately kept the wine bottle in one hand while he freed Marie’s leash from the table leg and led her into the living room. He knew from experience that if he had a few more swallows he’d be able to last a lot longer, and he definitely wanted to drag this next experience out as long as possible.
Leaving Marie kneeling in front of his oversized arm chair, he set the wine down on the end table there and went upstairs to get a few supplies. He was pleased to see, on his way back down, that her eyes hadn’t strayed from the stairway; she was avidly watching for his return. The apprehension in her gaze was adorable, and as he sat in the chair in front of her he took a moment just to look her over. Then he leaned forward and unlocked the chains at her wrists.
He watched her eyes fill with tears as she tried, with excruciating slowness, to straighten her arms for the first time in hours. He let her struggle for a moment, then he reached for her hands, saying, “It’s easier if you do it all at once”—and yanked her arms straight before she could react.
Marie gasped, but as the blood flowed freely into her stiff joints, she saw that he was right. She flexed her arms for a few minutes, unable to keep back a sigh of pleasure as the pain and stiffness eased.
She wasn’t going to be relieved for long. “Turn around,” he ordered suddenly, “and give me your hands.” She obeyed, turning her back to him and holding her hands behind her. He cuffed them together, then used a leather cinch he’d brought down on her upper arms just above her elbows, pulling it tight and watching her shoulder blades point out and her back arch, hearing her gasp. He bent to unlock the short chain between her ankles then said, “Face me.”Perfect. His little pet, arching her back to relieve the strain on her arms, looked as if she were presenting her tits for his pleasure. He was also surprised and pleased to see that she’d spread her knees apart after he’d unlocked them, and he could already see the telltale sheen of moisture on her pussy. She was panting, but whether it was from arousal or the pain in her bound arms he couldn’t tell. He leaned back in the chair and took a sip of wine, then said, “What did you think about today, Princess?”
Her eyes flickered up to his–then she lowered them modestly. “I missed you, Sir,” she said quietly.
He wasn’t going to let her off the hook that easily. “And did you like cleaning the house for me?”
Marie only debated for a second—he’d know if she lied, she reasoned—but she couldn’t look at him.. “No, Sir.”
“Why not?”
“It was—I was bored, Sir,” she stammered. He could tell she wanted to add something, so he waited. “But—but I’ll be happy to do it again, Sir, if you let me.”
“Why is that, Princess?”
“Because I like…obeying your orders, Sir.” Her voice nearly died at the end of her reply, but he was satisfied. This must be the result of the epiphany she’d seemed to have in the bathroom earlier. Unquestionably, she’d been angry with him before he came home, but now she seemed to have come to a better understanding, and acceptance, of her role as his pet—all on her own. However, it couldn’t hurt to give her some additional encouragement.
“And I like giving them to you, pet,” he said, smiling at her. “You did very well today.”
He watched her face glow with happiness for a moment, then he brought out the nipple clamps. These were a different pair than the one she’d worn last night; they had a gentler bite, but came adorned with tacky pink plastic hearts that dangled on a thin, short chain about an inch and a half long. Remembering her face as she’d looked at the purple, heart-shaped paddle in the store, he guessed that wearing these would humiliate his princess more than wearing the plain ones had. Indeed, she looked chagrined at the sight of them, but bravely maintained her posture, her chest still thrust towards him invitingly. He took advantage of that for a few minutes, fondling and teasing, and she didn’t flinch from him even when he twisted and pulled her nipples, although she winced and whimpered a little. He even slapped her breasts a few times, noting that they were just large enough to bounce when he did it. This was going to be great.
Her face flamed as he attached the clips and she felt the dangling hearts brushing against the underside of her breasts. He thought he’d never get tired of seeing that blush. He jiggled her breasts, just to rub it in a little, then very deliberately removed his pants and boxers and leaned back in the chair. Her eyes went wide at the sight of his fully-erect cock, and she actually licked her lips, making him want to laugh. “Climb on, princess,” he said, some of his amusement leaking into his voice.
She looked at him like she wasn’t sure he was serious, then stood up eagerly and way too fast. She teetered for a moment, throwing one foot behind her to catch her balance, then more carefully moved toward his chair. He helped her, reaching for her waist and settling her over his lap, her knees balanced on the chair’s seat on either side of him. There was plenty of room for her legs on the wide seat, and she looked down into his face as she hovered there, leaning forward slightly to keep her balance. Her pussy, visibly wet, was mere inches from his upthrust cock, and they were both breathing heavily already. “Two rules, Princess,” he said, his voice rough with arousal. “First, you can come as much as you want—but you have to tell me, every time. Second, I want to see these—” he flicked the dangling hearts on her nipple clamps “—in motion. If they stop moving, we’re done. And, Princess, break either rule, and I will punish you.”
He watched her shudder with desire at his words. “Yes, Master,” she said, her voice as hoarse as his. He gripped her hips and helped her lower herself onto him, inch by pleasurable inch. As their hips finally met, he felt her grinding against him, finally stimulating her clit, which had been aching all day to be touched. But, mindful of rule number two, she didn’t linger there, but started to ride him, rising up on her knees, then sinking down and taking his whole length again. It was hard, because with her hands bound behind her, she could rely only on her leg muscles both for balance and to move over him. Her tummy muscles clenched with her efforts to keep upright and not tip forward or backward.
She’d only humped him twice when she suddenly threw her head back, moaning, “Oh, oh God, Sir, I’m going to come!” Her cry ended on a gasp and he felt her clench on him, felt the rush of moisture where their bodies were joined, and it was all he had not to come himself. “Keep fucking me—keep going, Princess,” he rasped, restraining himself from grabbing her hips and setting his own rhythm. She started humping him furiously as she rode out her orgasm, her head back and her mouth open, and he watched a fiery blush spread over her face and down her chest. She didn’t seem to be breathing, but just as he was going to intervene, she sucked in a huge breath of air and slowed down slightly.
The slower speed was almost better. He could have sworn she was clenching on him each time she rose up, her pussy squeezing every inch of him as if it were afraid to let go. He had no idea if she was doing it on purpose or not, but that, combined with the sight of the clamps bouncing on her chest, had him close to coming again within a few seconds. He couldn’t resist reaching up to pull on the clamps, and that set her off again, and as she started to come she cried, “Sir, oh, I can’t help it, I’m com—” Again, she lost the end of her sentence as her whole body tensed in rapture. It lasted even longer this time, and when it finally stopped he was gripping the arms of the chair in a desperate attempt to hold back his own orgasm.
She didn’t slow this time, but continued to fuck him rhythmically, at an almost frantic pace. She was putting all she had into it, slamming her pelvis down onto him with each thrust. Her whole body was covered with a sheen of sweat and her face was beet red. Her thighs must have been burning by now, but she obviously had more in her. He wondered what some dirty talk would do to her, so he tried it, growling, “Oh, yeah, fuck me, you horny little cunt! You can’t help yourself, can you? Such a dirty slut!”
It worked—she howled as she started to come again, just barely managing to gasp out, “Com—coming!” before her pussy contracted like a vise. He felt her squirting again and suddenly couldn’t help himself any longer. He grabbed her hips and started slamming her down onto his cock himself, grunting as he neared his climax. She had recovered somewhat and tried to urge him on, saying, “Yes, Master, I’m your dirty slut!”—and then she felt his hot load filling her, and lost herself again. He might not have seen it, so lost was he in the throes of orgasm, but that she lost her balance, tipping backwards as she closed her eyes against the surprising onslaught of pleasure. He had to quickly shift his grip to keep her upright, and even as he experienced his final shudders of pleasure, he was thinking of how much he’d enjoy teaching his slave a lesson about breaking the rules.
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Postal Pleasures is an unusual Romance. It is about a divorced man, Michael, who was wronged by his ex-wife. He has moved on, or so he thought, and he was trying to get back to his center. It is about a beautiful, widow, Mary, living in the past, and denying herself all that life has to offer.
Notice – Following part contains child sex. Viewer’s disclaimer needed
Welcome back guys. I am extremely sorry for the 1st part. I hope this part does well. This part has no relation to the 1st part.
I am writing this part to revive my memories of my childhood. As these memories are true and of many years ago the details are very few .Cant help , sorry about that
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Seduced by my GF-1.1-The Start
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“Scarlett looks more sexier than Lindsay or Angie ” looking at some sexy pics of actresses on google images with my friend beside me.
“ Oh really then what about Isabella?” said my friend Josh
“What are you talking about?”
“Cmon stop lieing. Everyone in the school knows about u and Bella”
Hey Guys ! I am Luke(name changed) . Being 12 there is nothing much to do with your life. Just play games, sleepovers, hangouts that’s all. But I have a thing which most of the guys of my age love to have. A girlfriend – Isabella (name changed) She was in my class since 1st grade
We did not become boyfriend girlfriend suddenly like they show in most of the most of the movies as if we bumped into each other, her books fell, I picked it up, stood up looked in her eyes and fell in love or she was drowning in the swimming pool and I rescued her; no nothing of that sort . Actually our mothers were besties since they lived and studied together for almost 20 years. They had many things in common. They were both looked almost the same expect her mom was 1 or 2 inch taller, slim, rich and divorced though it is not appositive thing to boos about. A lot of people thought they were sisters .They hung out very often. Sometimes she and her mom would come over or otherwise me and my mom would go over to their house. Me and Bella would just play cards , xbox or roam around on our bikes and explore the neighbourhood . We were just friends at that time. She was blond girl with light tanned skin.
But things changed. After we had our first sex education class in which they thought us about penis and pussies she started to be closer to me than ever before . She even tried to flirt with me. But you know boys of my ages only interested in girls having big tits. But after she turned 12 though I was still 11 (as she was older than me by 6 months) her breast suddenly began to blossom. She changed completely. Her baby bubbly ass was now almost replaced with a slim and tight ass. That’s when I began to notice her. Now she had become one of the most popular girls in the 6th grade. She turned out to be so beautiful that the boys in the older grade also began to notice her. Now instead of other actresses she used to come in my dreams. We eventually came very close to each other. Now we started to feel our hung outs were more like dates. When I told her she could be the next “Spice girl” , she simply blushed and punched me. Though our friend circle were completly different ( she used to be in the popular kids group while I being in the less popular group) we always managed to spend some quality time together
It all started in the 7th grade winter. She had came to my house to complete some stupid history group project. Though it was winter it was not that cold do she had worn a T shirt and a yellow shorts .My mom had gone with her’s to do shopping. So we both were alone. After finishing our project we sat down to watch some TV. I flipped through the channels until we both agreed on American Pie
As I said earlier we both had many things in common and watching adult movies was one of them. After half an hour of suffering from a huge erection I excused myself to the bathroom. As soon as I closed the door I started jacking off my dick as well as fingering my ass as I tried to remember the face ad the body of the actress in it. But the only image I could get was of Isabella and her slender skinny legs. I started chanting Bella’s name . As I was near to cumming I Felt a warm feeling of lips on my neck. I turned around to see that it was Isabella!!!
“ I didn’t know you masturbate thinking of me” she said
I realized that the I had not locked the door. I opened my mouth to say sorry but I was greeted with her lips on my mouth. WE slowly started to French kiss. It lasted for about 10 secs . Then she sat on her knees and looked at my 5 and ½ inch cock.
She licked her lips and said the words which every first timer wants ”Can I touch it? ”
“ Sure”
She touched my cock with her little hand which gave me an electrifying felling. She slowly started to move my cock up and down as I moaned. Then suddenly she stopped. She hesitated for a minute and then slowly kissed my cock. After that she started licking every part of my private area and opened her mouth to slowly taking my cock. At first she could take just maybe 2 inch in but she was not willing to give up. In the next attempt she managed to take in 4 inch of my cock and as she went deeper she gagged. She looked up at me with sorry feeling in her eyes as she could not take all the cock in but I comforted saying she did well at her first try. Then she started licking my tip ,underside of my dick in her mouth. The wetness of our mouth felt great. Within two minutes I was nearing to come.
I told her I was about to come half expecting that she would remove my cock after hearing that. But she smiled ear to ear and increased her momentum.
“ Aaaaaaaaahh” as I cummed in her mouth. I shot a half a dozen cum shots in her mouth .She spilled some on the floor but swallowed the remaining.
After recovering from the shock
“ It tastes not as bad as I expected. Just a little salty but otherwise tasteless ” she grinned and continued “ now my turn. My pussy is dripping wet from the time when I saw your big pee hole” As I put my hand on her shorts zipper to undo it suddenly I heard the garage door opening.
“ Shit! Looks like our mom’s our hear.” I said.
“But I wanted you to fuck my brains out “ she said pouting her face.
I felt as if I would have cummed again at that moment.
“ not now next time my little slutty.”
I received a playful punch and a quick kiss on the cheeks as she ran downstairs.
I quickly dressed and followed her.
As I waived to her as her car drove off from sight I started to think about the next time we both were alone together. I jacked off again that night wishing the day would be not far away when I will pop her cherry
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It was morning and I was beginning to wake up. I noticed that I was waking up with some good, old fashioned morning wood and was trying to stay asleep to enjoy whatever dream was making me hard this morning. The dream felt so real, it felt as though someone was really stroking my cock. It was all so vivid. It definitely wasn’t my hand, it felt too small and soft. This was incredible, the best dream ever! Then it took a turn my sex dreams never took – I felt a strange feeling in my ass!
Suddenly I realized what was happening. I remembered that I wasn’t alone in bed. I remembered my friend Beth was visiting. I remembered she had found the strap on dildo last night in my apartment. I remembered that she had put it on during our game of Truth or Dare the night before and fucked my ass with it. And I remembered that she went to bed with it still on.
I turned my head to look behind me and see her. “Did you have fun last night?” she asked seductively.
“Of course I did. I always have fun with you.”
“Do you remember our new arrangement?”
“Not at all.”
“What is the new agreement then?” She wanted to hear me say it.
“You are the only one that can make dares now. I have to do anything you want. I am now your bitch for the weekend.”
Beth was rubbing her dildo through my ass crack. As I said those last words the stroking quickened. She was obviously turned on from hearing me say she was in control.
“Are you ready for another ass fucking then?”
“I am ready for anything you want me to do, Beth.”
Her left hand was still reaching around, stroking my cock as we both laid on our right sides. I felt the phallus slide through my cheeks a few more times before after one down stroke it stopped.
“Pull your cheeks apart!”
I reached my left hand back, grabbed my left cheek and pulled it up, giving Beth access to my ass hole. I felt the tip touch my brown hole and then slight pressure. I wanted to feel the cock back inside of me and I felt myself pushing back onto the strap on. Beth pushed forward, my ass relaxed and I felt the head split my crack and push in. She held it there for a second letting me adjust to my anal intruder and feel the round head before she began pushing in more.
Beth wasn’t taking her time being nice and slow while entering me like she had last night. Once she began pushing she just kept going. I felt every inch of the toy sliding past my sphincter muscle. I felt every “vein” of the cock as it slid into me. And then I felt the head pressing against my prostate.
“Oh fuck you are so deep inside of me!”
“I bet I can get it deeper. Would you like to feel me deeper inside your ass?” Beth hissed into my ear.
Without waiting for a reply, Beth took her hand from my cock, placed it on my hips and pushed forward as far as she possibly could. The dildo she was wearing pressed against me from the inside and felt like she was trying to push it through my stomach.
She pulled back and I again felt every ridge of the cock slide across me, just in reverse this time. As the cock began to almost exit me, I felt the pull of Beth’s hand on my hip as her waist moved forward again thrusting the rubber toy back into me. She picked up her pace, moving her hips back and forth, the toy sliding in and out. I loved every second of it. I felt so hard and soft at the same time sliding in and out of me. I could hear Beth breathing in my ear. Her lust was evident. She was loving the power of being on the fucking end of things for once.
“Fuck yeah, take my cock you little bitch! You like your ass filled, don’t you? You love feeling me fuck you deep!”
And I did! Each time she pushed it deep inside me I moaned like a bitch in heat. I never wanted her to take the tool out of me.
I felt Beth shift her weight to her left and made us both roll off of our right sides and onto our stomachs without ever removing the dildo from my ass. Beth’s weight was now on top of me. She moved up onto her elbows, pulled her knees up more and pushed deep inside of me again. In her new position, Beth had even more control and began grinding her pelvis into my ass. Each stroke went all the way out until just the tip was left inside me and then she slammed the entire length back into me.
My dick was pressed against the bed and each thrust also brought with it the pleasure of friction against my shaft. The new sensation was amazing and was making it hard not to cum. Beth seemed to read my mind.
“Don’t you fucking cum yet!” she demanded. “I have another dare planned for that. You let me know when you think you can’t hang on any longer. Until then, just keep enjoying me inside your ass!”
Beth was so worked up now that she couldn’t stop her dirty talk.
“You really love this thing inside of you, huh? I bet you are starting to wonder what a real cock would feel like inside your ass. Would you like that? I know I would like to watch it. That would be so hot, watching some guy ass fuck you!”
She didn’t wait for any answers, just kept turning herself on more with her talk. She was pounding my tight hole. Each thrust carried as much force as she could muster. The bed rocked into the wall each time she pushed it back inside of me. My bed was squeaking and I could only imagine what my downstairs neighbors were thinking!
It was all too much now. I couldn’t last much longer. The fucking had lasted at least 20 minutes and I needed to cum!
“I’m ready to cum, Beth.”
She pulled out of me in one long motion and stood on the bed.
“Roll onto your back. Good, now throw your legs back so you are doubled over with your ass in the air.”
I did as I was told. Beth moved above me, put one leg on each side of me, bent her knees and sunk the dildo back into my ass. She just resumed her fucking in this awkward position. She was sliding into me like a piston in a car engine. I also noticed how close my dick was to my face.
“Are you ready for your next dare?” she asked as she continued thrusting downward. “I dare you to open your mouth, cum on your own face and swallow as much as you can shoot into your mouth!”
Beth kept fucking me, the whole time looking straight down, not taking a chance to miss me giving myself a facial. Each thrust brought my cock closer to my mouth and I wondered if it were possible to give myself a blow job from this position. I was past the point of no return. I needed to cum. As I watched the sexy, slender red head above me repeatedly slam a strap on dildo into my ass, I opened my mouth and began to stroke my cock.
“Oh yes! You’re going to do this! Fuck yeah! Shoot your load all over your face! I want to watch you swallow your own cum so badly! Fucking cum for me!”
Beth’s comments were leaving her mouth as fast as her dildo was penetrating me. Then it happened. The first shot missed my mouth and made me flinch as it landed just below my left eye. I readjusted in time and the second shot landed right on my tongue. So did the second and third before the fourth and fifth missed again and coated my face. I was then done with shots of my load and just moved my cock back over my mouth to let the last few dribbles fall onto my waiting tongue.
“Don’t swallow yet!” Beth demanded as she pulled the dildo out of my ass and let my legs fall back to the bed. “Sit up and open wide!”
She reached over and grabbed her camera and snapped pictures of the sticky jizz in my mouth and on my face. “I am going to cum so hard when I masturbate to these back home! Ok, swallow now.”
I did as was told and felt the creamy mess slide down my throat. I then licked as much as I could off of my lips. Then Beth scooped as much of my spunk off of my chin as possible and fed it to me. Each time I swallowed my seed right down. Each time I enjoyed it more.
“Fuck that was hot!” exclaimed Beth. “Now, clean my dick off like a good little bitch. Taste the remnants of shit you left on my pole you dirty little whore!”
I got on my knees and took the dildo into my mouth and slid my mouth down the shaft, licking it as I went, tasting the muskiness of my own ass. Beth was looking down on me, enjoying treating me like her bitch as I sucked her cock. I felt her pushing farther with each thrust – Beth was trying to get me to deepthroat the rod. My throat began to relax and accommodate more and more of the intruder, just as my ass had done.
“That’s it,” she said approvingly. “Take me in your throat. You are becoming quite the cocksucker and fucker. You could really please some guys cock. I know you are pleasing mine. Now, open up and take it all!”
Beth reached her right hand around the back of my head and began to push as she slowly thrust her hips forward. The object met with resistance the back of my throat, but it was quickly obvious that she would not be pulling backward until she couldn’t push any farther. I began to consciously contort my throat muscles, trying to find a way to take the entire length. Beth began to increase the pressure on the back of my head. There was maybe a quarter inch left to go and Beth pushed my head and jabbed her hips forward and my lips were around the base of the toy – my nose touching her flat stomach. I had taken the entire thing. Since she had gotten it this far into my ass, too, I could taste dried shit every millimeter along the way.
“Look up at me! That’s good! Fuck, I think I can see the shape of it in your throat!”
Beth reached over to my nightstand and grabbed my camera and snapped a picture. She then proceeded to slide the dildo out of my mouth in half inch increments, taking a picture each time she stopped.
“Does this thing have a video function to it?” It did. And Beth found it. For being a small little camera it had surprisingly good video quality and it also recorded sound. She aimed the lens at herself and recorded an intro.
“Hi, this is Beth. I am making my little bitch boy Patrick suck my strap on dildo after I just fucked his ass good and deep with it. I hope you enjoy watching.”
She then trained the camera back down on me and told me to suck her good. I was a little uneasy about the camera, but I wasn’t going to disappoint! I grabbed her hips and pulled my mouth forward as far as possible making myself deepthroat her this time. That received some very positive commentary from her on the video as she kept a running dialogue of the entire event. I got into a good pace. The cock slid past my lips, into my mouth and down my throat. Then slid out of my throat, past my tongue and then the tip was on my lips.
I was sucking her nicely. My throat had adapted to the pole being pushed into it with each thrust and a good amount of saliva had built up acting as lube. But Beth wanted to put on a show for the camera, so she grabbed my head again and began thrusting. She was going all the way in each time, but was moving much faster. She was fucking my face. Saliva was flowing freely and I was drooling out of the sides of my mouth from her fucking. I felt so depraved and I loved it! Finally, Beth slammed her cock home into the back of my throat and instead of pulling back out as I expected, she left the member choking me. My eyes were bugging out of my head as I looked up at her, pleading her with my eyes to take it out and let me breath again. Beth loved it and she told the camera so. At last, she pulled the cock from my throat and my mouth completely. I gasped for air deeply, inhaling as much as possible!
Beth again turned the camera on herself saying, “Now THAT, my friends, is how you suck a cock! I hope you enjoyed watching my slut Patrick blow me!” And she turned the camera off.
“We need two things now,” declared Beth. “First, we need to find a web site to post this video and two, to record more!” And she bent over, kissed me deeply on the lips, and walked out of my bedroom to my computer, leaving me still on my knees. I couldn’t wait for more!
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