Angie’s big date
Quick one-shot of a futa fucking a woman
Quick one-shot of a futa fucking a woman
Luke travels to England for a semester study abroad program. On the flight to London, he sits next to a pretty girl named Gwen. They talk for awhile and eventually have sex. After the flight Luke and Gwen part ways but exchange phone numbers. Luke and Gwen meet up again. Gwen invites Luke to a party. Little does Luke have any idea that it’s not a typical party. It’s a hardcore orgy hosted by Gwen’s kinky family.
Thankyou for all of the comments on part 1. Again, sorry if it sucks.
a new experience, and branching out
As I sat in the front room of my house listening to the random and albeit annoying noise of the other occupants of my house I let my mind wander deep in to the depraved catacombs of my mind. My name is Alistair, Alistar Monty. I can’t say that I had a rough childhood but I can’t exactly say it was pleasant either. I’m currently 21 and still living at home with my Grandmother Mother and autistic brother. That in and of itself leaves a sour taste in my mouth let alone the fact that my house is a religious hot spot for every zealot there is with in a 30 miles. I stand 6′ misc” with broad shoulders that make it hard to find dress shirts that fit just right. I have a great interest in martial arts, having read and understand the theory of many different arts. Enough of the bland vanilla things though. I am a Master and I’m relatively new to the entire practice of Master and slave. Not to say that I’m new to the idea or fetish. Both of those I have been interested in since the tender age of a bout nine. One major thing about me though. My kindergartener teacher sucked and never taught me to share. Over body, over ability, over anything a slave has to offer. I value loyalty. Just something that came by after an almost blood brother and sparing partner decided to Take the woman I loved beyond anything I had ever love. And fuck her brains out behind my back. So after months of searching and finding ‘two days’ (women that agree and disappear after two days) I came in contact with an old friend. We talked for a little while and then I asked her ‘do you want to be my slave.’ well she said ‘YES!’
my slave Loretta who I affectionately call Sprite. Is about 5’4” tall with a lithe and slim figure beautiful A cup breasts that screamed to be teased and tortured. A nicely shaped and formed ass, a pair of thin lips that God (when he wasn’t fucking with the innocent people) must have taken years to craft. All of this comes with a dominant attitude and pair of beautiful legs. Sexy right? I think so to. The only downside? She lives with a 31 year old who works her as if he owns her lock stock and soul. I could be bias and hell I’ll admit I am bias but that old fuck can go and croak in my opinion. Though I try not to express this to her. I’m fairly sure she knows my views on him. From what I hear of him he flys off the handle bars, loud, obnoxious, rude, controlling, and just an overall dick. What scares me the most though is that he sounds like me. Any who with all of that aside and your basic intro to the inner workings of me. My mind slowly drifts back to reality as my Grandmother chatters away at me about something to do with her three seater sofa. The last words I register are “so you can take it and make it a two seater?” Only now realizing the shit that I have gotten myself into as I set body to autopilot and cursing my self for doing so in a space with in 50 feet of my family. Sighing inwardly I nod and smile up at her spouting off
“of course Grandma who do you think I am?”
Knowing that its probably not a worse task than designing your own lift for suspension bondage. Out of the peripheral of my half aware state I hear some fashion of an elderly squeal that sounds more like a dying klaxon alarm than any expression of joy. Being the only capable human in the house intitled me to such fun tasks as anything from changing remote batteries to turning a three seater reclining sofa into a two seater reclining love seater. Hooray for me, not really. Between taking 5 college classes being the only one who brings in money to the house and them. I barely had time to breath, but I always made time for her. For my Sprite and my my look at the time it was about time for me to go see her and give her a lesson I’ve been waiting to give her. Sprite has always had an interest in being a slave. We tried it once; kinda, when she was younger but it didn’t quite work out. Turns out unless you strap a 16yearold to a wooden x and face fuck them into submission they don’t tend to listen to you. Well now shes older and we are trying again.
The drive is always the hardest for me. The throbbing boner, the nervous stomach that threatens to present itself all over the sidewalk, the awkward silence as I drive not even listening to the radio let alone have the radio on. Finally I get to where we decided to meet up. I had reserved a room at a motel 6. I know not exactly classy or great but its all I can afford on $10 part time with literally half my check going to my ‘house.’ I had set up a pass code with the manager so that Sprite could get a key. She should be waiting for me in the room. She always had some sort of surprise planned for me. I loved that. Our first meeting I walked in to find her lying naked facing me on top of the bed. Her eyes screaming silently “RAPE ME MY MASTER MAKE ME YOUR BITCH SLAVE!!!!!!!” and I had done just that. And quite adequately for a virgin at the time. To this day her eyes shone with the same awe and passion as they did the first time. I think that is what excited me the most about her. Parking my 1990 Carola I climb out of the front seat and stretch a little. Getting my usual looks of ‘how did he fit in there?’ Ignoring them I walked over to the managers window and gave the dry and dreary attendant the pass code. To which I was presented my key. Room 206 top corner unit. After the first time I learned to limit the number of people around us. A sly look from the attendant gave it away that the first time we were lucky that Alfred (the man she was living with) didn’t hear her screaming ‘FUCK ME MASTER!’
I slowly slide the key into the hole. Noting the foreshadowing for what was about to happen that existed in this simple and daily exercise. Slowly swinging open the plywood door. Watching the edge travel in its predestined arc revealing more of the land beyond its square arch with ever inch it traveled. There in the middle of the room knelt my prize. Something I spent every night fantasizing about. Though this was a first. No surprise, she always had a surprise for me, today must have been extremely hard to get away from Alfred. I felt a little anger spur inside of me at the idea that he and his family watched her like a hawk as if she were some psycho serial killer waiting to break lose of her facilities and start a rampage. That wasn’t and isn’t the Sprite I know. The tender loving, compassionate, and kind side that so few people got to see. Pushing my feelings about Alfey out of my mind to keep them form souring my sweet treat before me I strode over to sprite. Letting the lightly door close with a small breeze.
Sprite knelt in front of me, sitting on her heels. Her knees roughly two feet apart so as not to obstruct her beautiful looking shaven pussy. Her arms where folded behind her back fingers touching her elbows so as to accentuate her chest and torso. Her beautiful pink nickle sized nipple stood erect and hard showing that her mind was at work playing scenarios of what was going to happen today. Along with hard nipples always came a soaked pussy. I half glided around her as if she where a lioness I captured on safari. She was my Sprite my nimble quarry and I planned to have my utmost fun with her.
Silently I crouched down behind her whispering softly in my deep voice.
“I missed you Sprite.” kissing her ear gently
“I missed you to my Master” she did her best to suppress a shiver.
I could tell that she was aching between her legs and needed relief. That was something that I planned to give her after mass amounts of teasing and training. I stood up and walked to her front. Without being prompted she moved from her position knowing exactly what I wanted. She undid my belt and button then unzipped my pants letting them fall to the ground. A sigh of relief came from me as my hard no longer pressed against the harsh inside of the zipper. Even though my boxer briefs the zipper stabbed and raked at the head of my cock. Sprite gently tugged my undergarment down letting it fall ontop of my pants. My throbbing manhood completely exposed to her now. She gently reached up not able to stop her fascination with pleasing me. I encouraged her to act on her own as long as she wasn’t in punishment or breaking the rules. Her soft hands gently slid across my underside and balls. The lust boiling behind her eyes. I could see her want her need to have me jammed in any hole I wanted. Exactly the look I loved. Sprite gripped my shaft and began stroking my cock. She knew I had been saving up for a few days. I’m not sure but I’m almost positive she loves to make me cum. A very good trait for a slave in my book. Her fingers rubbed from base to head with a gentle grip. Her wrist giving a little flick at the end making me twitch a little each time. As her one hand worked my shaft and head the other wasted no time gathering her own juice on her finger tips. I saw this and raised an eyebrow. Sprite had been instructed not to cum until I approved. Which had proven difficult for her since Alfey loves to fuck her as much as I do. Sprite smiles mischievously as she takes her dripping fingers and applies her juices to my balls. I feel myself relax gently against the slick feeling of her hand fondling my sac. I look down at her and see her passion as she stares down the length of my cock. Sprite had never found the taste of a man pleasing. Something I planned to change. I saw her try to work up the courage to take me into her mouth. Fearful that she might mess up. I stroked her hair. Something I did as a reassurance more than a command. Sprite smiled at me and switched hands. The drying juices produced a rather kinky sticky texture to which excited my throbbing need even more. The lack of release over the past few days in addition to teasing her constantly when ever I could made me very sensitive to her expert technique. Tensing stiff I managed to prolong my inevitable eruption only a few strokes longer. Under her masterful hands there was no way I could hold myself back. Sprite hated things on her face other than water so she quickly jerked down. Earning a wince from me at the sudden force.
Sprite whimpered now having been covered in my thick jizzim, having been horny since the word go, and knowing she was in for punishment. I smirked evilly as I she looked up at me.
“open your mouth Sprite”
Hesitating for a split second she did so sticking out her tongue. Part of today’s training was really more of a psychological one. Associating pleasure/’good’ with cum. Namely a good taste with cum. With out risking to much to fast I wiped a small amount from her left nipple as it threatened to fall to the floor. The humiliation of licking my cum from the floor/sheets would have to come after she craved the taste. I gently pressed the cum to the center of her tongue. A good spot to start since mentally she knows its there however the miracle of the tongue is that its devised up into different sections each specifically assigned to a single sensation. Sweet, bitter, salty, umame (savory/earthy) and sour. With 80%of the tongue dedicated to salty. However the center of the tongue is used for virtually no specific taste.
“close your mouth Sprite” I commanded
Doing so she looked down. I could see that she was contemplating what to think of what I placed in her mouth. I smiled to myself as her gaze was shifted away from me. It was working. I frowned as her gaze shifted back up to me. I looked into her eyes and saw what I was looking for. The single light of ‘this isn’t bad’ giving her a smile to reinforce the though I saw it balloon a little.
“stand and bend over slave” she did so realizing that she was still in punishment.
My eyes traveled over her bent over form. The beautiful curves that her ass made as each cheek flowed into gorgeous thighs. There it was. She hadn’t forgotten my surprise.
To Be Continued
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Hey All, this is my first attempt at writing a story in a sexual/erotic nature. Please shoot me your feedback! I have quite a few more chapters I’m working on now and would love some constructive feedback of this and my future works.
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“It’s such a beautiful day out, glad I’m going to the beach” thought Kristina as she drove her old beater to her favorite beach on her only day off of the week. She had been working six days in a row for the past two years and Sundays were her only reprieve from her lowly fast food employment. She had gotten up extra early that morning to beat the throngs of people who were sure to show up that day and had headed out before the sun was up. She had brought along a cooler filled with goodies (mainly beer) but a few snack items and things of that nature as well to keep her content with the day. She pulled into the parking lot of the beach and grabbed her cooler, blanket, and beach bag and walked to her favorite spot.
Finally settled in to where she would be staying Kristina headed to the changing rooms to put on her bikini, had she worn it while driving she definitely would’ve turned some heads in traffic. The little number was flashy, bright orange and pink tiger striping that was admittedly a bit too small for her. The top plunged down her chest making her 32b breasts look a little larger; it was secured around the back with a tie string and a loop which went around her neck. Her bottoms barely covered her sex showing off the tops of her hip bones as well as some of her lower stomach. They were secured to her petite figure with two tie strings on either side of her hips which Kristina fastened securely. She glanced at her body in the changing room mirror, at age 19 she was only 5 foot 3 and at 105 lbs her taught stomach complemented her belly button ring that dangled so cutely in place.
She pulled her blonde hair back into a ponytail and leaned into the mirror to put in her septum piercing and gauges. Her dazzling orange green eyes showed bright against her light almond skin. All in all she was a very cute girl and with her bikini on the way it was she was sure to attract some attention from the guys that showed up today. Her secret weapon though, she thought to herself, would be her butt, even for a petite girl she had grown a well rounded ass it stuck out from behind her just enough to give her a little wobble and with her almost too small bottoms it was sure to pop out when she walked. Giving herself one more look over she put on her sunglasses, grabbed her beach bag, and headed back to her spot.
When she got back a few more people had arrived at the beach and were starting to pick out spots of their own. Kristina glanced around her, “no hotties yet” she thought with a frown “well it is still kind of early. Might as well get a buzz going” She opened up her cooler and grabbed a cold beer sipping it slowly and laying down upon her blanket Kristina enjoyed the coolness of the liquid contrasting with the warmth of the sun shining down upon her. She lay like that for a while drinking beer after beer slowly getting to that comfortable drunk she knew so well then she felt a shadow loom over her. “Oh god I hope it’s someone cute” she thought as she opened her eyes to reveal an older man standing in front of her grinning. “Hey there pretty girl! You looked kind of lonely here by yourself would you like some company?” Kristina scrutinized the man carefully he was old enough to be her grandfather, his hair had gone on his head and instead was now on her chest and back, he had clearly let himself go and had grown a pot belly. “Pervert” she thought “Uhmm no I’m fine here by myself just trying to enjoy this beautiful day we’re having” she said in her fake sweet voice, she had learned the trick from being hit on at work.
“Alright my dear well my friends and I are just about to begin grilling some food if you’re hungry later” he point in the direction of four similarly older men who were standing around, beers in hand, ogling the females that passed by. “Oh I’ll be fine I brought some snacks for later on” she hoped this conversation would end soon; she could feel the old man undressing her with his eyes. The man gave her a quick smile and a glance and walked back towards his friends, Kristina breathed a heavy sigh of relief. “Dirty pervert! He wants me to come with him and let him and his friends eye rape me for the day, yeah that’s exactly what how I want to spend my day off.” Eventually Kristina calmed down and went back to relaxing and drinking, after a few hours her stomach started to rumble. She propped herself up on one arm and searched her cooler for some snacks “I know I put them in here this morning” she said to herself “oh fuck. I left them on the countertop!” Kristina was now without food for the day and being her frugal self she only brought enough money for tolls both ways.
“How could I be so stupid?” she said plopping back down on her beach towel “now I’m literally going to starve.” Just then the smell of grilled meat wafted to her nostrils and she looked over to the group of old men standing around a charcoal grill making hamburgers. Kristina’s mouth watered, she was so unbearably hungry and the alcohol in her system was clouding her judgment. “Maybe they won’t be so bad, after all its not like they’re going to try to fuck me right here on the beach.” She picked herself up and walked over to them in a slow saunter, she wanted to be as alluring as possible so they wouldn’t even fathom of saying no to her request for food. “Hey guys whatever you’re cooking over here smells great!” The old man who had previously talked to Kristina turned to her “it’s a secret recipe of mine from my grandfather; he came over from Germany and brought his knowledge of ground beef with him. Would you like a burger miss?” “Kristina” she said sticking out her hand, “and yes I’m starved.” “Well Kristina, I’m Mark and you are welcome to enjoy as much as you can eat although by the looks of you it’s not much”
Kristina grinned “actually I eat a ton I just have a high metabolism to keep my figure” she did a twirl for all the guys. They all grabbed food and sat down in a circle around the cooler that Mark and his friends had brought. One of them reached over to it and grabbed a beer offering it to Kristina and then asking if anyone else wanted one. As they ate Kristina was introduced to each of the guys around her, there was Tony a big Italian guy with hairy arms and a gut. Roger who was a tall lanky fellow, with a big nose and thin alien like fingers. Phil and Andrew were almost the same both of them were stocky, portly guys with big bushy eyebrows. Kristina shook each of their hands and soon began getting into conversation with the whole group. She had guessed right about Mark being old enough to be her grand father, everyone in the group was at least 60 years old if not older but they were all nice and funny so she didn’t mind hanging around them. As the time wore on and the sun was going down Tony reached into the cooler and pulled out a bottle of whiskey, he poured everyone a shot offered cheers and everyone drank up. This happened until the bottle was almost two thirds gone, Kristina was thankful, her head was swimming and she felt that it might be better to sleep in her car overnight than try driving this drunk.
“So Kristina where are you staying for the night?” said Mark noticing she was rather drunk. “Oh I actually have to get to work tomorrow so I’m going to have to drive home later when I sober up” “Ah. You know I’m surprised at how well you handled that whiskey, from someone your weight I’d suspect you were a lightweight” Kristina laughed “I’m actually really good at handling my alcohol. I’m good at handling a lot of things” she winked at Mark. “Like what my dear” he said his interest peaked at the girl’s innuendo. “Well I’ve noticed all of you staring at my chest today and I can read your thoughts about what you’d want to do to me you old pervs. But if I’m going to show you what I’m talking about we need a bit more privacy”
Kristina was actually getting turned on thinking about what she was going to do with these old men. The booze had gone straight to her brain and had mixed with the knowledge she had of what she knew these guys wanted to do with her. For her it was going to be dirty and depraved, they were all at least three times her age and that turned her on the more she thought about it.
“I know just the place” said Mark as he and the rest of the men stood up packing their things “follow me Kristina.” Off they went with Mark and Kristina arm in arm while the other men carried their things back to their camper. “Where are they going?” asked Kristina who suddenly realized she was alone with Mark. “Oh they’ll be right back my dear just dropping off our things in our camper.” They entered the shower building together and Mark quickly inspected the place to make sure it was empty of other people. Kristina watched the old man with hungry eyes as she thought more and more of how she was going to give these guys everything they wanted. In secret she had always wanted to be used by someone older than her, this was her golden opportunity as she had five old men all wanting to make her their cum dumpster.
A few minutes later the other four came into the bathhouse and locked the door behind them; it was going to ensure no one interrupted their private moment. Kristina beckoned them over to her as she grabbed a towel from the rack and placed it on the ground, kneeling down she motioned for the guys to form a circle around her. “Now,” she said “I can show you what I was talking about. Who wants to be the first to make me their little cum target?” Mark stepped up to her, placing his cock on her lips she slowly brought him into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around his stiff member as she took his whole length into her mouth, her eyes locked with his as she bobbed her head up and down on him never ceasing to run her smooth tongue along the underside of his cock. “My god! She sucks like a pro” exclaimed Mark. Kristina moaned onto him as she reached both of her hands up to grab Phil’s and Andrew’s cocks as well, her tiny hands wrapped around each one and began jerking them at the same pace she was going with Mark. Tony had come up behind her and was nibbling her shoulder while running his rough hands across her stomach. His right hand ran its way into her bottoms and he began fingering her while his left found its way to her breasts. Kristina spread her legs wide so Tony could fit more of his fingers into her while she quickened the pace on Mark’s dick with her mouth. She deep throated him as her own horniness increased from Tony’s now two fingers assaulting her tight pussy.
“I wanna see these tits of yours before I bust a nut Kristina” said Mark as he placed his hands on either side of her head pulling her off him. Kristina frowned at Mark, she wanted to keep blowing him but she also thought of how sexy it’d be to keep blowing him topless. “Someone undress me” she said with a purr. Tony needed no further encouragement as he pulled the string on her top, it loosened and only held on due to the loop around her neck. Kristina momentarily released both the dicks in her grasp and lifted her arms above her head as Tony pulled the top off her and threw it across the bath house floor. Immediately Kristina began jerking both Phil and Andrew off while Mark grabbed her head and controlled her bobbing on his cock. Tony’s hands were now both occupied with the petite girl as his left hand groped her tiny breasts, her nipples had become erect from lust and Tony pinched and pulled on them. Again Kristina moaned onto the cock in her mouth, her loins were burning from the depravity of it all, she was a 19 year old girl, pretty, taught, and desirable kneeling in front of five balding, fat, old men who she was pleasuring. She had never felt so hot.
Mark felt his balls tighten as once more Kristina plunged his full length into her mouth and down her throat. He was amazed at how much she could take, her mouth wasn’t that big but what she lacked in oral cavity she made up for with absolutely zero gag reflex. He watched her throat expand each time she took him down to his balls, she’d stay there for almost a minute her tongue swirling against his sack, her esophagus contracting on his shaft, she was trying to milk him for everything he had and soon she’d get it. Kristina’s tongue ran across Mark’s sack and she felt his balls fully engorged, realizing what was going to occur she pulled her mouth off him and looked up at him. “Cum for me baby. I want you to enjoy yourself.” She tilted her head back as she opened her mouth sticking her tongue out and staring up at him with her pretty eyes. Mark jerked his cock a few times and began spurting cum onto Kristina’s tongue and into her mouth. She gathered all she could in her open mouth until it began dribbling over her lips and running down her chin. Mark aimed his cock towards her forehead as he shot three ropes across it. Finally spent he wiped his mushroom tip on Kristina’s cheek smearing the rest of his semen into her skin.
Kristina opened her mouth showing the guys how much she had caught in her mouth. Her tiny tongue swirled the milky liquid around coating all her taste buds, she gargled with the mixture making little bottles form and pop in the back of her throat until she swallowed the whole thing down in one big gulp. “Mmmm” she purred wiping cum from her forehead and licking her fingers “you practically tried to drown me Mark. Who wants to cum for me next?”
At this point Roger stepped in front of Kristina and wrapped his hand around her ponytail; driving his cock down her throat. Kristina was surprised at the intensity but it was nothing she couldn’t handle, especially in her hyper state of horniness. Roger throat fucked the tiny girl viciously; his control of her head meant he’d plunge her mouth down his shaft and leave her there to gag on it until she started tearing up. When he would finally let her up for air she’d be gasping and sputtering for it, strands of spit and precum would be left sticking to her lips. As soon as Roger felt that Kristina’s face was no longer flushed and she had regained her breathing he would bring her back down on his shaft, bobbing her head up and down while she continued to suck him.
Kristina loved it, her face was being used like a throat cunt, she had a dick in each of her hands, and she had two fingers wriggling, thrusting, and exploring her insides. Tony’s fingers were completely covered with Kristina’s juices, indeed, her whole legs were dripping with them; Tony pulled his fingers out from inside her and undid the strings on each side of her hips. He tossed the bottoms in the direction of her top and went back to finger fucking her tight honey hole. Kristina spasmed onto Tony’s fingers as her first orgasm flooded through her body, she gushed onto his hand and the floor while he continued his assault on her pussy. Had she not had Roger’s cock past her tonsils she would’ve merely told him to fuck her so instead she shook her ass at him hoping he would take the hint. “Oh shit guys I think she wants something more than just some fingers in her snatch” Tony said while he slowly pushed his index finger into her tight asshole.
Kristina winced in pain at the sudden intrusion into her ass, she had never experimented with it and never let any guy put his finger into it. Her sphincter contracted onto Tony’s finger by reflex, “God damn her ass is tight guys, I might want to get a piece of it later myself.” Kristina closed her eyes while Roger continued throat fucking her, “if he’s going to finger my ass I might as well just accept it happening and learn to like it” she thought “who knows? Maybe I just might end up liking something violating me up there?” Soon enough Kristina relaxed and the pain from her asshole receded; it was replaced instead by a small amount of pleasure in the feeling of having two fingers in her pussy and one in her ass. Her body’s natural response to the intrusion seceded and Tony slipped his middle finger into her ass as well; this sent Kristina into another orgasm as her whole body shook and shuddered.
“I’m going to cum soon Kristina.” said Andrew. “Yeah, me too. Your hands are working magic on my prick” said Phil. Roger released his grip on the petite girl’s ponytail and took his cock out of her mouth, it glistened with her spit under the fluorescent lights of the bath house; he retired to jerking his cock staring at the girl he had just made gag on his member. Andrew and Phil both placed their cocks near Kristina’s mouth while she sucked them both in furious fashion, she wanted to treat each guy to her blowjob prowess and up until now these two had just been getting jerked off by her. Her head would bob on one cock for two or three times and then she’d turn her head to the other side and do the same for the other. Her hands never stopped working either; if she was sucking them her hand was massaging their droopy sacks, if she wasn’t she had her hand around their base jerking it slowly. Soon she felt both of them edge and knew that they were going to finish in a matter of seconds; she tilted her head back again “You guys going to cum on my pretty young face?” she asked innocently. She opened her mouth open wide, sticking her tiny pink tongue out for them and closing her eyes “I want you guys to make me your old men cum dumpster, I know you’ve wanted to see me covered in your seed since you laid eyes on me. Give it to me.”
Andrew stepped up to Kristina’s face, his prick had grown purple with anticipation and soon it was going to release itself upon this precious young face. “Hnghhhh here it comes!” he said as his cock erupted rope after rope of thick sticky cum onto her face. His first couple of strands hit right across her face, splattering onto her nose and running into her right eye; Kristina blinked behind closed eyes as she felt the warm spunk running over her skin. Andrew repositioned his spurts towards Kristina’s mouth and soon began filling her tiny mouth up with his semen; she put her lips over the tip of his cock to ensure that none of it would shoot past her face and curled her tongue around the underside of his mushroom head to draw every last drop out. When he was finally spent she opened one eye and smiled at him, his cum had almost filled her mouth; while her forehead, nose, and eye had all gotten splashed as well. Kristina didn’t have time to swallow as Phil grabbed her head pushing his cock up against her lips and spurting his load inside her mouth. Kristina took as much as she could but couldn’t control it as it started spilling out down her chin onto her perky tits. Phil took his cock out of her mouth and shot three more ropes across her face; splashing her cheeks and running into her hair. His final two shots were aimed across her tits; he stood back and admired his work “you look so sexy covered in our old man goo”
Kristina swallowed all the cum she had collected in her mouth, it dripped down her throat with its stickiness and she felt it plop into her belly. She licked her lips; the salty tartness of cum was intoxicating she could feel it drying on her face and body, she could taste it still in her mouth and she was becoming more and more drunk by her lust to satisfy each of these perverts. The briny salty goo they had been expelling for her overwhelmed her senses, her hands ran across her taught young body as she scooped up every strand she could licking her hands and eyeing Roger “baby why don’t you come over here and give me that load you’ve been saving up? I know you’re dying to throat fuck my tight mouth again. Come here and let me help you out” Roger regained his position in front of Kristina’s mouth and once again began gagging the tiny girl on his shaft. Since her hands were free at the moment Kristina reached her right hand up and massaged his old sack while her left gently ran across his skinny frame, her nails gently grazed against his stomach while she looked up him with one eye closed from the dried cum.
Up until this point Tony had been relentlessly fingering Kristina in both her ass and pussy, his own cock was stiffened to diamond like proportions; Kristina’s attention had been to every other guy so far and he wondered when it would be his turn. “Roger you should hurry up, I’m starting to get blue balls over here watching everyone else use this little cum dumpster of ours.” Kristina’s thoughts snapped back to Tony “how could I forget Tony!” she thought to herself; she reached her hand behind her and grabbed his prick immediately jerking him. “Wow she’s really skilled at this huh?” said a surprised Tony who couldn’t believe this girl could be taking a dick down her throat, four fingers in two different holes, and still have the constitution to reach behind her blindly and stroke his cock. Kristina pulled him slightly closer towards her and pointed to her holes, she wanted him to fuck her and she wanted it now. “Haha I get the special treatment then!” Tony said excitedly as he grabbed her by the hips and positioned his cock right behind her.
With Tony in place Kristina turned her attention back to Roger who was still ramming his cock down her throat, she grabbed his free hand and placed it on her perky tits hoping he’d pinch her nipples. Roger grabbed the girl’s boob rubbing his hand all over the petite girl’s modest bosom, her boobs were soft and perky still from being so young; it was her nipples though that turned him on the most. They were standing firm at attention from being so horny he couldn’t help but pinch and pull on them with zeal, feeling like a 15 year old again feeling up his first pair. Just then Kristina felt a sharp stabbing in her ass as Tony began pushing his rock hard member into her virgin asshole. “Not what I meant when I pointed” Kristina thought to herself as she felt her ass slowly start to expand from Tony’s girth “god damn that hurts!” Her ass once again responded with contracting firmly onto Tony’s dick as, for the first time ever, a cock was being placed up in her tightest regions. “My god she’s so tight up here” Tony said “I need some lube for this one.” He pulled out of Kristina slowly, making sure not to hurt the girl too much spread her ass check with his big rough hands. Kristina’s asshole was still a bit stretched from his fingers and so he spat right into her pink star, spitting into it a few more times he replaced his cockhead and pushed in.
The spit lube had helped a bit as Tony was able to fit half of his cock into her before more resistance came from her sphincter. “Kristina you’ve gotta relax this butt of yours or else this is really going to hurt” he reached around her and began rubbing her clit to stimulate her body into relaxation. Kristina felt a warm sensation run through her body and it wasn’t long before she felt Tony’s full length inside her ass, he continued to rub her clit while pumping in and out of her tight rectum; his full girth stretching and expanding what used to be her tightest hole. Roger had placed his other free hand on the bottom of Kristina’s chin basically keeping her head in one place and fucking her mouth at his own free will “I’m gonna cum soon for you Kristina, you’re going to drown from my load!” Kristina liked the sound of that, in honesty her jaw was getting a bit sore and it had been about 15 minutes since her last taste of semen. Roger’s pumping became more and more frantic as he came closer to edging until he finally shoved his whole cock into her throat forcing his dick down into her esophagus and spurting his cum down her it directly. He pulled out as he continued to cum on her face; spurting rope after rope like a volcano across her forehead, chin, cheeks, lips, and nose; Kristina felt each warm spurt hit her face and held her mouth open in hopes Roger would give her some across her tongue. Soon she was rewarded as Roger shot the last four streams of his load onto her waiting tongue; he jerked what little was left into her mouth as she sat there drenched in his cum.
“You’re such a sexy little cum slut Kristina. Its like you crave cum from us you cum dumpster.” Kristina thought about this statement while she swallowed the bitter tartness Roger had given her; it was true in a sense, all this depravity had made her hotter and wetter than she had ever been. “I think you’re right Roger,” she said opening her one eye and looking back at him “every time you guys burst a load onto my pretty face it just makes me even hornier.” She looked back at Tony “sweetie you wanna finish in my little ass? I want to feel you shoot your cum straight up my tight hole. You wanna be the first guy to fuck and finish in my butt?” she gave him her sexiest “I am so innocent” look. Tony only grunted in response, his dick was pounding into this little 105lb girl and he didn’t want anything to distract him. His fingers had gone from rubbing her clit to fingering her with each stroke while his thumb rubbed her clit, his other hand reached around her and grabbed her by the stomach; pulling her fully back onto him he sat her on his lap while Kristina bounced on his cock. Running his hand from her stomach to her tits Tony began to feel his balls tighten, he knew that soon enough he’d blow his load and couldn’t wait to give it to her.
His hand reached her tits, scooping some drying cum off them and placed his fingers near her mouth; Kristina sucked them diligently her arms pulled back behind them both to stabilize her riding his cock. She moaned onto his fingers her tongue running along every bit of them pretending it was another cock she was sucking as she squeezed her ass muscles tight for Tony. Tony couldn’t take it any longer, was she was doing was too hot and soon he began shooting his load up into her ass. “Oh god its so warm inside me!” Kristina said grabbing Tony around the neck as she milked every last drop from his throbbing member. “Tony I can feel your cum coating the inside of my butt with every spurt. I think I’m gonna cum” As she said this she erupted in orgasm and spouted juices onto the floor; she sat on Tony’s cock until he had finished pumping his seed into her and then slowly pulled herself off laying on the towel and panting. “God you guys are amazing,” she said through haggard breathing “I’ve never been fucked and used like that before.”
Mark had regained his composure the quickest since he had been the first one done “Kristina you sure you’re going to make it to work tomorrow? It’s already kind of late and we do have a camper here for you to sleep in.” Kristina pondered this a moment; on one hand she had work, on the other she had five horny old men with a camper and still looked ready to give her more cum. “Yeahhh I think I’m gonna be sick tomorrow” she said with a laugh “besides I’m sure all of you are dying to fuck my throat again?” “Kind of,” Mark said “have you ever been gangbanged by five old men?” Kristina smiled “I’m sure by tomorrow I will have”
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when spidey leaves home trouble comes along
Sitting at the traffic light my left foot taps the car’s floor anxiously while my other foot holds break. Seemingly the only thing restraining my extreme sexual desires. All day I’ve been looking forward to getting home before my girl friend. I generally finish work at least an hour before her. And I need that hour to indulge in my hobby. Or fetish. What ever you choose to call it. She would not support my fixation, and especially my intentions. I had to get home and check my email.
Not just any email. My secret account, which I’ve been using to solicit nude pictures of men I’ve met on craigslist. I have been using the “casual encounters” section of the site to post pictures of myself wearing women’s panties. Indicating my desire to trade pictures of me for pictures of men, their cocks and thier wives. The amount of replies my slim, petite, frame adorned in sexy panties attracted was impressive. All sorts of men wanted to fuck me. And they weren’t shy about telling me so. Its just too bad for them I never intended to meet with any of them. To be fair, in my add I never mentioned meeting, just trading pics. Or course these men wanted more. I can’t blame them. My ass was very sexy. I had a short boyish figure at 5’7″, 120 lbs on a good day. Though I had a supple ass that was very tantalizing in panties.
Though my adds did just fine supplying me with fresh nude pics, I still liked to search craigslist for people with similar fetishes. One afternoon I came Across this add:
Seeking Hot Twink to Dress in my Wifes Panties – 45 – Chicago
I was intrigued. I wanted to know more.
Opening the link the add stated:
The title pretty much says it all.
I can host. You dress in my wife’s clothes and we’ll see where things go.
There were a few pics attached. A pic of various panty styles, and a full body shot of the host. He had a thick build. Appearing to be big and manly though not muscular. His cock was a thick piece of meat.
My imagination went wild. Picturing me raiding his wife’s panty drawer, prancing around in her clothes. How sexy! But there was this man who posted the add to contend with as well. His add was ambiguous, stating I could try on his wife’s clothes, but I know when he sees me he will want more than just to look. After looking at that cock of his I’m starting to think that may be quite fun, and sexy.
So I replied:
Hi
I’m very slim, usually where a medium size panty. I’d love to dress up and dance for you. Put on your wife’s dresses and skirts, sexy panties, give you a little show, sit on your lap and feel that hard on. The thought of wearing your wife’s clothes really turns me on!
I attached a few of my sexiest pics to further entice this hunk. In minutes I received a reply.
You have a nice body. I think you’ll fit in my wife’s clothes. Actually she’s my ex now. What’s your shoe size?
And so our correspondence began. We emailed back and forth for an hour. Talking about our fetishes and fantasies. From what he told me his divorce wasn’t final yet. It seemed that he was upset about the way things ended with his wife, and he saw this as an opportunity to get back at her. Having a man come and dress in her clothes while she was at work and seduce her husband.
Seeing as how I live with my girlfriend, and she would be home soon, my window of sexual freedom for the night was rapidly dwindling. I sent one last message:
Have to go, but I’ll be dreaming of that fat cock of yours! Did your wife suck your cock? I’d love to see your member in action!
I signed off and resumed my straight male life.
I spent all night rolling around with and uncomfortable erection. Dreaming of dressing up and going a step further. Indulging in my oral fixation and going down on that fat cock. All day at work I kept thinking of his dick. Just sitting around in torment, thinking of the possible emails waiting for me. When the clock struck 5, I was gone. In my car and zipping home. I burst in the door, dropped my bag, threw down the keys and quickly sat down in front of the computer. Opening my secretive porn mail I saw six new messages. Some from new and old men wanting my ass, but two from my new friend. I decided to open them in the order received.
She didn’t suck me too often. Thinks she’s too good for it. I liked to fuck her with her clothes on. Skirts, tights, panties that kind of thing.
Here’s a video of her sucking me. Hope you can do better!
I clicked the link. It went to his personal sight where the video was hidden.
The vid was shot with him, John, sitting on the couch nude. The camera perched over his shoulder. His wife on her knees between his legs. She was leaning forward with her hands wrapped around his cock, stroking. Up and down the thick length. She lowered her mouth down to his head and began pumping it with her lips. It was a pretty crappy blow job. The kind you expect from a teen girl sucking her first cock. But she kept at it. Pumping his shaft, letting her lips lightly touch his head. You could see his breathing get more short and ragged. His hips bucking, trying to get deeper in her mouth, but she refused. John grunted and moaned indicating his imminent orgasm. His wife pulled her mouth off and pumped with only one hand. I got a good look at her face in that brief moment. She was homely, with brown hair, a wide nose and plain features. John grunted and pushed as she stroked him. His hips drew back, his back arched, he shot a big thick spurt of cum into the air. Several more shots erupted and landed on all over his naked body.
God, I was hard. Seeing her make him blow that big with a crumby bj/hj, I was hot thinking of how big I could make him cum with a real bj. Though, honestly I had never been with a man before. This was the closest I had come. Just talking to a man about sex and hearing about what he wanted to do to me.
I opened his next message:
Hope you liked my video! I’ll be home alone all day tomorrow. Come visit me. We can have some fun!
Included in the message were his address and phone number.
Overly excited I impulsively replied:
Oh wow! Thanks for the vid! Do you always cum that much!? I can’t wait to see you shoot! When can I come over?
During our short exchange I made my plan. I was going to leave for work tomorrow morning, then call in sick and go meet John instead. My gf shouldn’t suspect a thing. It was a long night. In the morning I showered and shaved all the hair I could, without things seeming weird to girlfriend.
I pulled into Johns driveway. Sitting in my car I contemplated the weight of my actions. I was being unfaithful to girl friend, if she knew I would never be forgiven. But this was a part of me, something I needed to explore at least this once. I exited the car. His house was a nice two story suburban home. Nicely manicured lawn, trees, flower beds, the works. I approached his unassuming front door and knocked, initiating the lose of my innocence. Immediately I had the instinct to bolt. Just turn and run to my car. But I had come too far and wanted this too badly. I could hear him approaching the door. My heart pounding in my chest.
The door swung open to reveal a burly, mature man. He was tall, taller than me, 6 foot at least. Broad shoulders. Brown hair with bits of grey streaking the sides. Looking down on me he smiled broadly. “Nice to finally meet you, Chris.” He extended his big manly hand. I gripped his hand, and squeaked hello. His other hand clasped my shoulder and drew me inside.
His house was neat and clean inside. Releasing my hand he moved he cupped my face in one big, rough palm. He turned my face toward his. “Your cute. Not too masculine.”
“Thanks.” I replied sheepishly, dropping my eyes again.
“Relax, sweet heart. This will be fun. We don’t have to go too fast.” I nodded my head, feeling rather uncertain. “Lets go upstairs and you can see my wife’s collection.”
I tried to explain, “Sorry, I’m just nervous. Never done this before.” I felt comfortable relating to him. “Being dishonest with my girlfriend is wearing on me.”
He extended his arm across my shoulders angling me toward the stairs. “But if feels so good to indulge in fantasy. I’m sure you’ve had these feelings for a long time, just like me. Its time we enjoyed them.” John walked me upstairs and guided me into his bedroom. The room opened to the left, with the head of the bed against the left wall. There was a door in the far right corner of the room leading to a master bath. On the right wall close to the door was a long, low dresser. He left me and approached the dresser. “Come explore.” John said in a dubious tone, after sliding the top drawer open.
I approached.
My eyes feasted on the treasure trove of panties before me. I started getting hard seeing all the lace, cotton, silk, variously colored and styled panties.
“You can wear what ever you want.” John told me, “This is all about you feeling sexy.”
I let my hands dive into the drawer, sorting through this magnificent collection. “I can wear anything?”
“Absolutely. There are skirts, tops, and lingerie in the other drawers and shoes in the closet. I’ll be down stairs when you feel comfortable.” And with that he walked to the hallway. Pausing in the door he said, “Oh, and I left some things for you in the bathroom.” He gave me a wry smile, winked, and shut the door. Curious, I made my way to the bathroom, my interest piqued. Standing in the door to the bathroom I found his gifts. On the counter was a brunette wig and makeup. I walked in and approached the wig. Stroking the fine hair I new this would make my crossdressing fantasy complete. Well, almost.
I striped my clothes. Standing in front of the large bathroom mirror I admired my boyish figure. Narrow shoulders, slim arms, andas of this morning, hairless. I took the wig and positioned it upon my head. It took some adjusting, turning, moving back and forth, but eventually it fit. And looked quite convincing. My new hair was very straight, the bangs were cut in a stylish arch over my eyes. I looked like a teen girl. I began looking through the make-up. Having never used make-up before I really didn’t know where to start. Lip stick is always sexy, so I selected and nice red shade and began applying it to my upper lip. It did look sexy. I decided to leave it at that for now.
Returning to the panty drawer, I came back to a silky zebra print tanga I’d seen earlier. It felt smooth and sexy in my fingers, white, with a purple zebra pattern and black lace around the waist and leg openings. I set them out on the dresser, there were other things to put on first. Drawing a lacy little string out of the drawer I slipped it around my waist. The black garter belt fit snugly. Its ribbons hung down my thighs, searching for a pair of thigh highs. Finding a pair I sat down on the bed and slipped them on my legs. Standing, I attached the garters to the buttons on the ornate, lacy black cuff of the stockings. With the panties in hand I slipped them over everything. The silk felt marvelous on my hairless body. They fit so sensuously between ample little cheeks.
Rummaging through the drawers again I found a nice, simple dress. It was short and slim, with spaghetti straps. Its dark purple color complimented my fair skin well. I slipped it over my head, making a note to dress first before applying a wig and make-up, next time. I turned cirlces, admiring myself in the full body mirror. Damn, I looked hot. Like so many young sluts I’d seen flaunting their bodies in public. Then I remembered, I had a man waiting for me. I wonder what he’ll think of me? A sly grin on my face, I needed one last touch; shoes.
In the closet I found many different shoes, I just wanted something simple. I selected a pair black leather heals with little straps that attach around the ankles. I put them on and awkwardly made my way to the door.
John was waiting for me in the living room. I found him sitting on the couch drinking a beer. When he saw me, his eyes widened, a look of pleasant surprise flashed across his face. I noticed something in his eyes; lust. That quickly he wanted to fuck me!
“You look amazing!” he said, rising from the couch.
“You think so?” I asked, trying to keep voice low and demure with out being overly feminine.
“Oh absolutely!” his hand found my hip and lightly encouraged me to turn around. He let out a low whistle as he gawked at my ass. The dress was short, barely long enough to reach the top of the stockings on my upper thighs. I bent at the waist, putting my hands on my knees, to give John a better view. He leaned back trying to see more. Suddenly I felt his hand on my inner thigh. His finger tips slowly and deliberately sliding their way up. John’s hand found my panty covered crotch, lingered for a second before his finger found traced its way between my cheeks. He pressed once on my hole and withdrew.
The whole encounter left me feeling like a lightening bolt had struck the tip of my penis. My mind was fuzzy, reeling with the reality of what was happening. It took me a second to recover. When I did a new personality had swept over me. I was no longer a boy dressed as a girl. I was a girl. A dirt little slut, ready to please a man for the first time.
John had moved to the couch, looking at me he patted the cushion next to him. But I knew where my seat was. I moved into position in front of him, put my knee in between his and pushed his legs open. Standing, I left my hands explore my body. Pushing the dress in between my legs, caressing my little tits. Resting my hands on my hips, gyrating very sexually, I lowered my ass down to my heels, knees together, pointing right at John. I slid my hands out to my knees and opened my legs wide. John’s cock jumped, his thin shorts doing nothing to hide it, when he saw his wife’s panties clinging to my hairless mound.
Moving forward I crawled my way up his body until I was straddling him. My dress pulled up my thighs, barely covering my ass, my panties on display for John.
“Do I really look sexy, hun?” I asked trying to sound like I was his wife. But John was past talking. One hand slipped around the back of my head and pulled me mouth to his. He kissed me long and deep. His tongue exploring my mouth, I could taste the beer on his breath. But I didn’t care, I was swept away in his passionate kiss. His other hand found my ass and gyrated me against his hard cock, I could feel it rubbing against my ass cheeks. God damn, it was big! Our arms entwined, tongues mingling, passion overriding us both. We laid down on the couch. John on top of me, dry humping me. Showing me his strokes. I slid my hand down and grabbed his cock. I had to see this wild beast. My hand did nothing to stop his thrusting.
He broke our kiss and pushed himself up onto his knees. Griping his shirt he pulled it up over his head in one motion. Revealing his broad chest and burly frame. His body covered in wispy brown hair. My legs still wrapped around his lower thighs, his cock still tenting the little shorts. His hand moved to the waist band.
“Wait.” I interceded, “Let me.” Pushing myself up I reversed my position. Now on my hands and knees, staring directly at the top of his tent. I reached one very nervous hand up to his waist band. This was it, the moment of truth. I slowly pulled his shorts down. The band running along his hard-on, pushing it down. The band was almost to his knees before his cock sprung free. Pointing right at my face. It was magnificent.
Big and thick, with an enormous mushroom head. It looked as if it were carved from marble. A work of art, encapsulating all the greatest qualities of a perfect penis. A master’s finest work, curling up only slightly. His throbbing shaft pulsing with veins. The large head pushing the boundaries of the shaft, a warriors helmet, ready to thrust its way to victory. The perfect rim broken only on the underside by a chiseled wedge pointing to his hole. A picturesque drop of precum poised on his tip. That was the first thing I licked.
His cum was sweet but manly. He moaned as I licked at his hole, pushing into it with my tongue. My hot breath caressing his shaft, I was overwhelmed with desire. All the porno I’ve seen, all the blowjobs, all heightening my anticipation of this moment. I opened my mouth wide and stuck out my tongue. Leaning forward ever so slightly I let his engorged cock slide into my mouth. Wrapping my lips around his shaft so his entire head rested in my mouth. I held him there, savoring his manly cock head in my mouth. It was like a delectable stawberry ripe with juice, just waiting to be sucked dry.
I began sliding my tongue back and forth under his head. “Ooooooo, baby! Aaahhhhhh!” John moaned.
Moving one hand up this thigh I began caressing his balls while I sucked him. Pushing my mouth further down on his shaft. His massive cocksliding its way into my mouth. At the precipice on my throat, less than half his cock fitting into my mouth,I pulled back, now beginning to go back and forth on his shaft. My lips sliding up his cock, stopping at his head, and plunging down again. Each time letting him penetrate my throat a little more. I was in bliss sucking his cock, moving at my own pace.
John pulled his hips back, withdrawing his dick from my mouth with a wet SMACK! Poised on my hands and knees, mouth held in an “O” shape, longing to be filled. John sat back on the couch, puting his feet on the ground. “Why don’t you get on you knees, hun.” I crawled over and staddled him again, kissing him on the mouth. I slid down between his legs letting his cock drag against my body. Finding myself kneeling between his legs, his cock at attention before me, I grabbed it and began licking it from base to tip. “Ooooooo, yeah baby! Suck it for me!” Opening my mouth I let him back in. This time using my tongue to push his cock against the roof of my mouth. Slurping, I moved my head up and down. “Yeah! Yeah! Don’t stop!” John moaned between breaths.
His hand found the back of my head and held me down on his cock. Not letting me up past the halfway point of his cock but pushing be down closer and closer to his balls. Filling with semen, his cock swelled to enormous proportions. He grunted and groaned, his breath ragged and quick.
“Yeah baby! Yeah! Don’t stoooooooooppp!”
With that last breath his orgasm broke from his control. John’s hips bucking off the couch, his cock penetrating deeper into my mouth. The first spurt shot out and hit the back of my throat, leaving a trail on my tongue. I wanted to stop and taste his thick creamy cum but his hand on my head continued to move my mouth up and down on his cock milking more of his hot cum. The piece of chiseled stone in my mouth kept erupting in big hot bursts like some lustfully choreographed fountain head. I tried to swallow but the volume was too much and his cum began leaking from my mouth, dripping down his shaft.
Eventually his hand eased off the back of my head and his butt returned to the couch cushions. Sucking lustfully along the length of his cock I pulled his member from my mouth, keeping my mouth open to show him the pool of cum waiting to be swallowed.
“Oh yeah, baby. Swallow Papa’s load!”
I did as I was told. Sealing my lips and swallowing with one big gulp. I gathered the dribbling cum off my chin with my finger and licked it off. “Your cum is soooooo good, hun.” I told him. Grabbing his cock I began licking and kissing it. He was still hard.
“God, you love sucking dick, don’t you?” John asked.
“I never blew one before. I always imagined how hot it would be.”
“You were amazing!”
“Your cock makes me so hot!” I replied from between his his legs, looking up into his eyes. There was still lust there, a look that told me there was more he wanted to do to me.
John sat up straight, pulling his cock away from me. He leaned forward and grabbed my arms below the shoulder. He stood up and brought me with him. Towering over me, our bodies rubbing against each other he kissed me deep again. His tongue mingling with mine. I knew he could taste his cum in my mouth.
“Come upstairs.” He said, “There’s something I want to show you.” John took me by the hand and led me the the stairs. He stopped at the foot and moved to the side. Waving his hand he indicated I was to go first, but what awaited me and tight, virgin body, up there?
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