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You remind me of my baby toe... you're short, cute, and I'm probably going to bang you on my couch tonight
You remind me of my baby toe... you're short, cute, and I'm probably going to bang you on my couch tonight
These boobs are made for bouncin', that's just what they'll do, one of these days these boobs are gonna bounce all over you
Right way to kiss a girl: Push her against the wall, use one hand to pin her wrists above her head, use the other to play with her hair and MEAN IT!
Oh how I love the summer. Near naked bodies running around the beach. So many boys to teach what to do with a woman.
Sometimes, don't you wish you could build your own man? I'll take a little bit of carpenter, mechanic, rocket scientist, & porn star.
What's the definition of indefinitely? A: When your balls are slapping up against her ass, you are in.....definitely.
Men reach their sexual peak at eighteen. Women reach theirs at thirty-five. Do you get the feeling that God is playing a practical joke?
He stood nervously by the dressing table as his wife applied lipstick. The room was silent except for the sound of his ragged, hoarse breathing. In the evening air, the distant sound of a car door slamming, laughter and a dog. He watched the lipstick move over her lips.
Suddenly, his wife was very sexy to him. She was wearing a full white satin slip with a froth of lace at the hem as well as at the bust line. Her hair was curled and shone as she had visited the hairdressers that afternoon.
The “do” had been expensive but it wasn’t every day that a woman…
As usual, he was naked in her presence with his rotund belly hanging over his groin. Middle age had not been good to him. Too many business lunches, cocktails and minimal exercise as well as a genetic leaning towards baldness. The mirror reminded him constantly that he was not worthy, that she deserved something better.
She enjoyed making him remove his clothes. Savoured the power while she was always dressed, rationing his availability of her flesh. And so, he was naked.
Completely naked except for the silver chastity tube that completely enclosed his penis. It was locked on with a very secure lock. There was only one key to that lock and his wife kept it in a secure and, to him, an unknown location.
Just as he had originally fantasised and, one fateful evening, had told her of that fantasy. And of course, she did not want to stop there. She needed to know more! And, he told her.
She screwed the top back onto the lipstick and turned her dark unfathomable eyes on her husband.
He blinked, swallowed nervously and murmured, ‘are…are you sure…’
‘Goodness!’
The exclamation burst from her red lips with obvious irritation.
‘You are not going on with that again, are you?’ She carefully blotted her lipstick and he stared at the cupid bow imprint of her red lips left on the tissue.
‘I’m…I’m sorry but…’
‘But what?’ It was obvious she was irritated.
‘I’m…I’m not sure about…’
With a dramatic and somewhat weary sight, she stood up and smoothed the satin slip down over her hips. He could see the outline of the white bottomless girdle she was wearing through the smooth white satin slip.
He also knew she was not wearing any panties and he remembered when she had squeezed her voluptuous bum into the girdle.
‘I’m glad we decided on this bottomless girdle. I want to provide easy access,’ she had explained to her husband as she had wiggled into the girdle, large breasts rippling in the cups of the matching bra with her exertion.
That simple reminder had cut through the husband like a knife while his penis squirmed uselessly within the chastity belt.
Clipping her bracelet around her left wrist, she turned her calm eyes onto her husband. His eyes fell to the wedding ring on her finger.
‘Do you want to go back to the way we were?’
‘I…I don’t know…’
‘You either do or you don’t,’ she said emphatically.
Her eyes held his for a long moment and then she ordered, ‘go and get my nylons. The sheer beige ones we purchased last Friday.’
He went to the drawers and removed the packet.
They had spent last Friday shopping for the clothes she would wear tonight.
Then, it had been a sexy game and he had eagerly helped her with the bottomless girdle, the slip, the stockings and the new dress.
Now, one week later, it was no longer a game.
His hand shook when he offered the packet of stockings.
‘For goodness sakes,’ she said irritably, ‘open it!’
With sad eyes, he tore the packet open and carefully removed the two beige stockings. They were so sheer and so delicate his cock throbbed painfully within the chastity belt.
When was the last time she had let him orgasm?
Two weeks ago? A humiliating wank while she watched, sipping her Sherry and a bored smile on her round face. She had allowed him the treat of smelling her worn pantyhose while he masturbated.
Two weeks ago…
‘I’m going to give you a treat,’ she said with a brittle smile.
‘T…treat?’
‘You can put my stockings on. Here, I’ll pull the hem of my slip up so you’ll be able to secure them to the suspenders.’
He looked at her long leg with such longing as she smiled and extended her foot.
‘Come on, my darling, I don’t want to be late.’
As he rolled the stocking over her left foot, he looked up and said, ‘dear, are we surenow is…is the right time…’
‘Of course it is.’
‘I’m…I’m not sure it is,’ he said, rolling the stocking up her legs.
A glance up her legs and he suddenly saw she had trimmed her pubic hair! The wiry bushy growth had vanished and just a trendy manicured strip remained.
A landing strip! It was not for him! It was for…
‘You’re not sure!’ She savagely mimicked him and sighed. ‘Are you saying you want to go back to the way things were?’
She extended her leg and critically examined the stocking as he snapped the suspenders in place on the stocking top band.
‘You asked me to take control! You begged me to cuckold you! Hasn’t it all been exciting for you? You seem to enjoy it when I allow you to play with your dicky!’
He flushed and picked up the second stocking.
‘Y…yes but…’
‘Just think how things were! Why, they were boring! Terribly boring! And the last few months have been exciting, haven’t they?’
‘Ah…yes…’
‘Put the other stocking on, will you? Stop dilly dallying! Goodness, I should have put it on myself! Perhaps you don’t deserve a treat!’
‘No, I’m sorry. I’ll…I’ll hurry…’
Quickly, he rolled the second stocking over the toes of her other leg, his cock twisting and throbbing uselessly within the chastity belt.
She watched him for a moment.
‘Do you want to go back to the way we were?’
‘No, no…but…’
‘But what?’
The words exploded from him in a sudden burst of anguish.
‘Why did you have to choose someone I work with?’
A smile danced for a few seconds on her lips.
‘Oh, is that what’s bothering you?’
‘He…he works for me…’
‘So?’
‘But…but…’
‘Darling, from what you’ve told me, you both love and hate humiliation. Is that correct?’
‘Ah…’
‘Is that correct!’
‘Yes, dear,’ he said hurriedly.
‘Then what could be more humiliating than your wife cuckolding you with one of your junior employees?’
‘But…’ His bottom lip trembled.
‘He won’t know that you know, darling,’ she soothed as she pulled the slip down and stood up.
‘He…he won’t?’
‘No,’ she said and then cruelly added, ‘not yet, anyway. At some future time, I might allow you to watch. He’d have to know then, wouldn’t he?’
He was torn between the terrible humiliation of a junior employee knowing of his unusual married life and the prospect of actually watching his wife make love to another man!
His chastised cock throbbed painfully at the quandary.
‘Goodness, is that the time? Get my dress!’
With her dress on, clutch handbag in one hand and her fur coat over her shoulders, she walked to the door.
‘I’ve called for a taxi,’ she said calmly. ‘It will be here soon.’
He looked at so mournfully she frowned.
‘Such a sad face! I would have thought you’d be happy! Your fantasy is coming true! Do you want to go back to the way we were?’
He stared sadly at the door.
‘Do you?’
‘No, dear,’ he whispered.
‘I thought not. You can watch television. The parental code to unlock the television set is “cuck1”. You can watch TV until eleven then you can go to bed. I’m not sure when I’ll be back.’
They both heard the toot of the taxi.
‘The taxi is here. I must go. Bye, darling!’
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It was a ritual. One coffee and one croissant, which he usually left half eaten for the seagulls. Sitting on the resort terrace, sipping coffee and nibbling at the croissant, he watched her lying by the pool.
Watching her was part of his small ritual.
Exquisitely beautiful in an elegant but sexily skimpy red bikini, she lay on the white sun lounge and surveyed the world through her fashionable sunglasses. Honey coloured skin, cascading thick black hair and red lips, fingernails and toenails to match the bikini.
When she shifted her leg, he caught a glimpse of the slight furrow in the red cloth of her bikini bottoms that hinted at the cleft of her sex. It could be his imagination as he was an artist.
The twin curses of the artist – an overactive imagination and a deep appreciation of beauty.
Her legs shifted again and he was positive the tight bikini bottoms were pulling against her sex.
Yesterday, he had deduced she was bald. There were no tell tale pinprick indentation in the cloth from pubic hair. Of course, he did not know if she waxed or shaved. That small detail was kept from him. Only her lovers would know.
And where were her lovers? There were none to be seen. That puzzled him.
A woman that beautiful and that beguiling should have a lover! Perhaps a famous football star from Spain or a French film actor. The lover would be young, sullen, and extraordinarily handsome. Probably with a brooding, smouldering demeanour and a muscular body in tight white European swim trunks.
A god for the goddess.
Or, perhaps she preferred women! That would be interesting! Any woman that seduced the goddess would have to be as equally exotic. However, he had watched her for three days and there wasn’t a lover – male or female - to be seen.
Of course, various young men approached her and she always sent them away with a dismissive wave of her hand, long red fingernails glittering in the sun. Perhaps she’s waiting for someone? That was his best guess but what man would keep this goddess waiting?
Would a helicopter suddenly appear and a famous person walk up the beach to sweep her from the sun lounge? It was almost time for the ritual to end. The coffee was almost finished and then he would walk away, leaving his half eaten croissant on the table for the seagulls.
Suddenly, a change in both their rituals. The woman swung her legs down and stood. He was mesmerised by the perfect breasts quietly jiggling in the twin red triangles of the bikini bra.
The outline of the nipples was clearly visible. Even from a distance, it was easy to see there was not a blemish on that perfect honey coloured skin. She bent over to pick up her sarong wrap and towel, presenting him and the other diners with a wonderful view of her sculptured arse. Taut cheeks in a low slung red bikini! Carelessly, she turned and walked towards the terrace, a complete break from her normal morning.
The other diners were few and there were many empty tables and he wondered which table she would select. She surprised him. Calmly, she sat down at his table! The goddess was sitting opposite him and smiling slightly.
‘You have been watching me for three days, yes?’
He could not pick her accent. French? Belgian? Definitely not Italian or Spanish. As he searched for an acceptable answer, he wished he could see her eyes. In the end, he decided not to lie.
‘Yes,’ he murmured.
‘Do you like what you see?’
‘Very much,’ he said softly, wondering of she was going to create a scene, accuse him of being a dirty old man.
‘You are Inglis?’
‘Scottish.’
‘They are the same, no?’
‘Not really.’
‘It matters not.’
‘No,’ he agreed, ‘in the end it does not matter.’
‘You are looking at my chest.’
Again, he decided on honesty. ‘I’m sorry but I can’t help it.’
She shrugged in a somewhat Gallic manner which, of course, jiggled her breasts again. ‘I know. You are a man. And yet, you do not approach me? Why?’
He half smiled. ‘I am much older, at least twenty years older than you.’
She did not allow him to escape with his small lie. ‘More like thirty years, yes? You are how old?’
‘Fifty seven,’ he admitted.
‘There,’ she said, waving an elegant finger, ‘I am twenty six. There you have it.’
‘Yes,’ he murmured, ‘there you have it.’
‘Why did you not approach me?’
‘My age?’
‘No, there is more.’
‘Perhaps I was afraid you would send me on my way like those young men…’
‘The boys?’ Her verbal dismissal was laced with scorn. ‘They are only interested in fucking me. It is a bore.’
Another shrug and he tried to tear his eyes from her jiggling breasts. ‘Probably not a bore for them,’ he murmured and she nodded, a serious expression her perfect face.
‘Of course. They poke and jiggle, then spurt. Poof! It is over!’
‘I can see how that would be a bore,’ he said and, for the first time in six months, laughed.
‘But you would not be afraid of rejection. You have wisdom, not pride.’
‘Nice of you to say…’
‘It is obvious. So, why did you not approach me?’
‘I’ve been ill,’ he said slowly. ‘A heart attack…’
‘Ah,’ she said with a nod, ‘you are afraid to have sex. Did you have a heart attack when you were with your lover?’
‘No. It was in my studio. The cleaning woman saved me.’ He was surprised he was giving her so many details.
‘You see, there is the difference. You did not approach me because you think you could not make love to me, yes?’
‘I suppose that’s it.’
‘And you enjoyed watching me?’
‘Very much.’
‘I like your eyes. I have a cabana here.’
‘You do?’
The cabanas were very expensive and on the beach. ‘Yes,’ she said as if everyone had a cabana. ‘I have decided what you can do for me.’
‘And…’
‘You have been staring at my crotch for three days. Are you a pussy man?’
He felt his face grow hot at her casual and careless question and for the first time since the heart attack, his cock pulsed. ‘I suppose…’
‘Yes or no.’
‘Yes.’
‘I want someone to love me with their mouth. No more, no less. Can you do that? You will not even have to remove your clothes.’
‘Why me?’
‘You have nice eyes. I like to look down on a pair of nice eyes as you eat.’
‘That’s it?’
‘Should there be more? You have a soft white beard that will not scratch me. There! Is that enough?’
‘I suppose but…but I don’t know your name. I’m…’
‘No! No names. We do not need names. Names are a burden.’
For someone so young, she was, he decided, very wise.
‘I am going now,’ she said. ‘Walk with me or go back to your room alone.’
She stood up and turned away. Slowly, he stood up and walked after her, leaving his half-eaten croissant for the seagulls.
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It was a ritual. One coffee and one croissant, which he usually left half eaten for the seagulls. Sitting on the resort terrace, sipping coffee and nibbling at the croissant, he watched her lying by the pool.
Watching her was part of his small ritual.
Exquisitely beautiful in an elegant but sexily skimpy red bikini, she lay on the white sun lounge and surveyed the world through her fashionable sunglasses. Honey coloured skin, cascading thick black hair and red lips, fingernails and toenails to match the bikini.
When she shifted her leg, he caught a glimpse of the slight furrow in the red cloth of her bikini bottoms that hinted at the cleft of her sex. It could be his imagination as he was an artist.
The twin curses of the artist – an overactive imagination and a deep appreciation of beauty.
Her legs shifted again and he was positive the tight bikini bottoms were pulling against her sex.
Yesterday, he had deduced she was bald. There were no tell tale pinprick indentation in the cloth from pubic hair. Of course, he did not know if she waxed or shaved. That small detail was kept from him. Only her lovers would know.
And where were her lovers? There were none to be seen. That puzzled him.
A woman that beautiful and that beguiling should have a lover! Perhaps a famous football star from Spain or a French film actor. The lover would be young, sullen, and extraordinarily handsome. Probably with a brooding, smouldering demeanour and a muscular body in tight white European swim trunks.
A god for the goddess.
Or, perhaps she preferred women! That would be interesting! Any woman that seduced the goddess would have to be as equally exotic. However, he had watched her for three days and there wasn’t a lover – male or female - to be seen.
Of course, various young men approached her and she always sent them away with a dismissive wave of her hand, long red fingernails glittering in the sun. Perhaps she’s waiting for someone? That was his best guess but what man would keep this goddess waiting?
Would a helicopter suddenly appear and a famous person walk up the beach to sweep her from the sun lounge? It was almost time for the ritual to end. The coffee was almost finished and then he would walk away, leaving his half eaten croissant on the table for the seagulls.
Suddenly, a change in both their rituals. The woman swung her legs down and stood. He was mesmerised by the perfect breasts quietly jiggling in the twin red triangles of the bikini bra.
The outline of the nipples was clearly visible. Even from a distance, it was easy to see there was not a blemish on that perfect honey coloured skin. She bent over to pick up her sarong wrap and towel, presenting him and the other diners with a wonderful view of her sculptured arse. Taut cheeks in a low slung red bikini! Carelessly, she turned and walked towards the terrace, a complete break from her normal morning.
The other diners were few and there were many empty tables and he wondered which table she would select. She surprised him. Calmly, she sat down at his table! The goddess was sitting opposite him and smiling slightly.
‘You have been watching me for three days, yes?’
He could not pick her accent. French? Belgian? Definitely not Italian or Spanish. As he searched for an acceptable answer, he wished he could see her eyes. In the end, he decided not to lie.
‘Yes,’ he murmured.
‘Do you like what you see?’
‘Very much,’ he said softly, wondering of she was going to create a scene, accuse him of being a dirty old man.
‘You are Inglis?’
‘Scottish.’
‘They are the same, no?’
‘Not really.’
‘It matters not.’
‘No,’ he agreed, ‘in the end it does not matter.’
‘You are looking at my chest.’
Again, he decided on honesty. ‘I’m sorry but I can’t help it.’
She shrugged in a somewhat Gallic manner which, of course, jiggled her breasts again. ‘I know. You are a man. And yet, you do not approach me? Why?’
He half smiled. ‘I am much older, at least twenty years older than you.’
She did not allow him to escape with his small lie. ‘More like thirty years, yes? You are how old?’
‘Fifty seven,’ he admitted.
‘There,’ she said, waving an elegant finger, ‘I am twenty six. There you have it.’
‘Yes,’ he murmured, ‘there you have it.’
‘Why did you not approach me?’
‘My age?’
‘No, there is more.’
‘Perhaps I was afraid you would send me on my way like those young men…’
‘The boys?’ Her verbal dismissal was laced with scorn. ‘They are only interested in fucking me. It is a bore.’
Another shrug and he tried to tear his eyes from her jiggling breasts. ‘Probably not a bore for them,’ he murmured and she nodded, a serious expression her perfect face.
‘Of course. They poke and jiggle, then spurt. Poof! It is over!’
‘I can see how that would be a bore,’ he said and, for the first time in six months, laughed.
‘But you would not be afraid of rejection. You have wisdom, not pride.’
‘Nice of you to say…’
‘It is obvious. So, why did you not approach me?’
‘I’ve been ill,’ he said slowly. ‘A heart attack…’
‘Ah,’ she said with a nod, ‘you are afraid to have sex. Did you have a heart attack when you were with your lover?’
‘No. It was in my studio. The cleaning woman saved me.’ He was surprised he was giving her so many details.
‘You see, there is the difference. You did not approach me because you think you could not make love to me, yes?’
‘I suppose that’s it.’
‘And you enjoyed watching me?’
‘Very much.’
‘I like your eyes. I have a cabana here.’
‘You do?’
The cabanas were very expensive and on the beach. ‘Yes,’ she said as if everyone had a cabana. ‘I have decided what you can do for me.’
‘And…’
‘You have been staring at my crotch for three days. Are you a pussy man?’
He felt his face grow hot at her casual and careless question and for the first time since the heart attack, his cock pulsed. ‘I suppose…’
‘Yes or no.’
‘Yes.’
‘I want someone to love me with their mouth. No more, no less. Can you do that? You will not even have to remove your clothes.’
‘Why me?’
‘You have nice eyes. I like to look down on a pair of nice eyes as you eat.’
‘That’s it?’
‘Should there be more? You have a soft white beard that will not scratch me. There! Is that enough?’
‘I suppose but…but I don’t know your name. I’m…’
‘No! No names. We do not need names. Names are a burden.’
For someone so young, she was, he decided, very wise.
‘I am going now,’ she said. ‘Walk with me or go back to your room alone.’
She stood up and turned away. Slowly, he stood up and walked after her, leaving his half-eaten croissant for the seagulls.
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I was dreaming wasn’t I? I wasn’t here, the searing pain on my skin was now a hot feeling, still stinging but now a different sort of feeling, it felt good; it was making my heart beat and the blood flow to my cock, which was now the centre of her attention. Here I was a 19 year old faced with my head mistress unbuttoning her blouse. I watched as she revealed her breasts to me encased in black lace. I couldn’t move, I just watched as she walked round me. Standing there in my gym kit, my shorts stretched tight over my bulge.
The wooden chair outside the heads office had seen my backside more than once. The secretary glanced at me through the open door and slowly shook her head to herself. It was familiar to see me there. I’m not exactly a bad person, it’s just that whenever I act the goat or get up to mischief, I always seemed to get caught. This time though I was fighting and deserved to be in front of the head once more.
We all knew that there was a temporary replacement in at the moment. We had seen her taking assembly. Some hard nosed bitch, only young it seemed, taking control of the college temporarily. Even the teachers treated her with disdain we gathered. Working her way up the ladder and furthering her experience as much as she could. Well it would not work with me. I had my reputation to keep.I looked at my clothing, my gym clothes were dirty and sweaty from the track (running was my forte, the gym professor wouldn’t normally let me do contact sports because of my short temper, unless there was a competitive fixture where he needed me) but still smart in my white shorts and rugby top.
The door opened and the headmistress motioned with her quick nod for me to enter. I strolled in trying to make it look so matter of fact. “Stand up straight Taylor” she said. I looked up straight into her eyes smirking, trying to look the ever present rogue, but she just stared at me with such repugnance, that I dropped my smirk, and just met her stare and felt her eyes burning into me. For the first time I felt belittled by a teacher at this school. This woman obviously exuded confidence and authority. I could feel this just from her stare. I stood straight and looked at her. “This is the first time I have seen you Taylor, but it appears that its not the first time you’ve been in here is it?” “No miss” I said. “So what is it? Why do you have to rebel against the system? For goodness sake Taylor, you are 19 years of age and still not accepting that you are an adult. Tell me what to do with you?” “Pardon Miss?” I looked at her standing there, black headmistress’ robe, black trousers, high heels, not too high, white blouse with a black cravat looking all the more a figure of authority. Good looking woman too… ”Well?” the sudden sound of her voice brought me from my daydream. “Sorry Miss, I don’t know Miss, I thought that was your job Miss.” She sat down with a sigh, “Its supposed to be isn’t it, but whatever this school does to try and tame you it seems they and you always fail”. Sitting back in the large chair, I looked at the perfectly formed breasts under the crisp white blouse, the perfectly made up face……….Christ what was I doing?? This is a head professor for Christ's sake. Here I was getting seriously turned on by a woman who was supposed to be my arch nemesis. I flushed red as I realised that my eyes had betrayed me and the blood pumping through me was now finding another channel to flow through. I lowered my head, trying not to look at her. But my state of arousal was all too apparent. Face flushed, breathing increased, and there was of course the fact that I was concealing myself by pulling down my long rugby top. “Can we just get on with it Miss,” I said holding out my hand. I looked in the corner at the umbrella stand. Selections of canes, slim and long were standing in there. A few quick strokes, sudden sharp pain, burning for a while then it was back to the field. She stood up and moved to the corner retrieving one of the implements. Standing in front of the window, silhouetted against the light, I looked at her. Legs apart, bending the cane in her hands and…did I see that? Did she just wet her lips? Did I see her tongue? Once again more blood surged through me. I was only 16 but was not short of sexual encounters, when you are the school bad boy it was not hard to get the right kind of girl. I recognise a sexual signal when I see one. But I must have been wrong, this was the head. I was in the dusty, old, book covered office where countless times before I had seen the cane in the hands of wrinkly old Hawksey the old head. I held out my hand further. “Need to get back to the field Miss, we got a game tonight, have to practice.” Once again the eyes boring into me, “Ahh! yes, our star rugby player, talented young Mr Taylor, very good at contact sport, loose cannon, troubled teenager, I’ve read your reports”. She walked towards me and stood side on. I gulped; from where she stood - Miss Petter… my excited state was all too plain to see. I saw her looking down and again the wetting of the lips…….I saw it, I did. The cane placed on my hand. I waited for the familiar swish and then delayed pain to register, burning. “This is too easy for you isn’t it boy?” I looked at her. “Miss?” I said. “Its too easy, too familiar, its not helping you or us to simply hit you on the hand. There’s something else troubling you and I intend to find it”. I almost laughed out loud, I had heard this so many times. Troubled boy, life problems. Peer pressure. What could she possibly find in me, many others had given up trying to look for.“Bend over that table”. “Wh…. What Miss?” “You heard Taylor, now get over the table”. This was unusual, I've never gotten my backside whacked. My heart sank and pounded, was she serious? She tapped the cane on her hand pointing it at the table. I nervously leaned over the table, absolute terror now inside me, my face was cold and sweating at the same time, my heart in my mouth. This one was clever, very clever. It hadn’t taken her 5 minutes to instil in me the fear that no other professor or head professor had managed to. I could resist, easily, I could just walk out, she couldn’t stop me. But I was aware that I was 19 and also aware that I needed my education if I was to succeed. I made trouble because I enjoyed it, it was fun. I knew the other scholars looked up to me and I was their dis-jointed hero. It was expected. So I wasn’t going to run or walk out. I would take my punishment as always. I heard her move behind me, my fingers squeaking on the polished table as they searched for a grip. Then the swish of the cane in the air, my eyes closed tight teeth clenched. The cane hit my flesh so hard I nearly fainted, the searing pain on my skin burned like fire. My legs nearly buckled, tears welled in my eyes. Another swish and the cane once more flashed onto my backside, the pain even worse this time as the cane was raised and thrashed against me; six times, seven times…..I started to sob in my throat as the pain and humiliation hit me. I covered the sobs with a grunt, trying ever so desperately to hide my pain. 11, 12 times then she stopped. I was in pain, far worse than on the hand, she knew how to use that cane; but I wasn’t going to show it, I had an image to uphold. I was now lying on the table, my chest against it, tears running down my face. Not from the pain, I could take that, I was humiliated. The pain on my skin was like nothing I have ever experienced. I was aware of another feeling too, I was as horny as hell, my cock was so swollen that it was painful to lie on the desk. I could not move… for both reasons. “Stand up Taylor, stand up now!!” I pushed myself up and straightened my clothes, wiping the tears on my sleeve. “Turn round”. I turned slowly to look at Miss Petter, trying to put defiance in my eyes but they were still full of tears from the thrashing she gave me. “Well what do we have here?!! It seems we do have emotions after all”. I looked at her face but she wasn’t looking at mine, she was looking at my crotch. “It seems young man that you are not decided over the punishment you have just had, humiliating to be brought to tears by a woman? Or did you actually enjoy it?” What the fuck was she talking about? Enjoy it? I was in agony, my flesh was raw and throbbing with the thrashing she had just given me. I was speechless and just stood before my better. I knew it, she knew it. She came close by me, still holding the cane, tapping her hand with it. She put her face close to mine, I could smell the perfume of Petter, feel the breath on my face. “Tell me you will not be in this office again Taylor, tell me that the boy has become a man once and for all”. Her face was so close to mine now I could feel the warmth on mine. What the hell is she doing, I stood straight, trying to compose myself. My throbbing member suddenly touched by something, I jumped and looked down, looking at the cane resting on my cock. I was bewildered, this was the head professor, what was happening, is my humiliation not enough? Now I am being toyed with, humiliated further. My breath caught in my throat as the cane was pushed harder down onto my cock. “It seems that the man trying to break free, may need some assistance Taylor”. She stepped behind me and locked the office door. Turning to look at me she removed the black cloak and hung it on the old fashioned coat stand.
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I went to get a massage today & the guy was so fucking hot, I got an internal massage while I was there too
I got caught wet handed playing with my pussy while sitting in traffic. Want to know what I did with the one who saw me...
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Tess and I had been talking and passing the vodka back and forth for awhile, as well as chasing it continually with Sprite, when the conversation began to fade for the first time. By this point I was finishing my second can of Sprite while Tess had just gotten her second. Apparently we had both been holding our pee in while talking as when we finally had a brief interlude in the conversation, we both started to stand and head to the bathroom at about the same time. Now, it should be noted that Tess and I were quite drunk at this point in time. We both knew that we both were headed for the bathroom, and we briefly started to laugh, but then Tess made a sudden dash for the bathroom. As soon as I saw her move, I made my move and raced her to the bathroom. Unfortunately, the bathroom was not too far away and with Tess’s head start, I did not have a chance, but that didn’t stop me from trying! The second Tess got to the bathroom, rather than wasting the time to close the bathroom door, she dropped her pants and panties to her knees and sat on the toilet, started peeing, and stuck her tongue out at me (I know, real mature for 27 year olds, but remember – we were really drunk). I guess I am a bit of a sore loser when I’m drunk (maybe when I’m sober also, but I like to think not), so as soon as Tess stuck her tongue out at me, I stuck my tongue out at her, dropped my own pants and panties to my knees, and sat my ass down on her naked thighs, eliciting a quick gasp for breath from Tess, followed by hysterical laughter from both of us. During this laughter, I started peeing also. At first, my stream of pee splashed on Tess’ small thighs, which had been right next to each other when I started to pee, but which she quickly moved apart a few inches (as much as her pants around her knees would allow) as soon as she felt me peeing on her.
For a minute or so, Tess and I just sat there, both of us peeing and laughing. I finished shortly after she did, and grabbed some toilet paper to wipe my pussy, as well as the bottoms of my thighs which had gotten some splash back from when my pee stream had hit her legs. I then dropped the toilet paper between both our legs and stood up, pulling up my panties and pants as I did so. I turned around to see Tess still laughing hard. She pointed to her thighs with bother her hands and screamed, while laughing, “Look what you did!”Looking at her thighs, I could see droplets of my pee all over her freshly shaved thighs (as I soon learned). I laughed really hard looking at the scene (made all the more humorous from being drunk). I managed to squeak out a “sorry” amongst my laughing, while I grabbed some toilet paper, dropped to my knees, and cleaned up the mess I had made on my friend’s thighs. It was while wiping away my pee on her thighs that I noticed she must have just recently shaved, probably that day, as her thighs and that super-smooth feel to them. After going through a couple strips of toilet papers to get her thighs dry, I grabbed one more strip of toilet paper and wiped her completely shaven cunt. We had been laughing the whole time I had been cleaning her, and I wiped her cunt more as a joke than as a sexual move, but it caused a brief gasp from Tess as I did so. This gasp briefly (very briefly) sobered us up and made us realize we crossed a line (well, at least me, though I think Tess went through a similar train of thought). I quickly dismissed the thought, which wasn’t too hard being as drunk as I was. Tess seemed to dismiss it also, getting up and pulling her panties and pants up, while laughing and exclaiming, “I can’t believe you did that on me!”I just laughed and told her, “You shouldn’t have stuck your tongue out at me!” It should be noted that that last statement came out more than a bit slurred in my drunkenness. We both laughed at this as Jess flushed the toilet. We then continued back to the living room and grabbed our Sprites. I took a swig of Grey Goose and passed the bottle to Tess, and we continued our drinking. We began reminiscing about our college years and our various adventures and escapades during those years, eventually going into comparing our college sex stories, than sex stories since college. At the end of one of Tess’ stories, as I finished my fifth can of Sprite, I announced, “I really gotta pee again!” As I said that I stood up, with a little help from the arm of the couch as I wasn’t too good at standing straight in the state I was in. “Does that mean I get to pee on you now?” I turned around to see Tess laughing. I laughed in response and slurred out, “If that’s what you want!”After I finished saying that, Tess leaned forward, grabbed her Sprite (her fifth also) and chugged the last quarter or so of it, then stood up, stumbling a bit though looking a lot better than I was. I must’ve been taking bigger swigs of vodka from the bottle or something, as I think she should’ve been more drunk at her size. When I saw Tess stand up, I laughed and hurried, stumblingly, to the bathroom. I pulled my pants and panties down to my feet, sat on the toilet, and stepped out of the right pant leg as I sat there. As Tess came around the corner, I pushed myself to the back of the toilet seat, spread my legs and patted the open area of the seat in front of me, encouraging her to sit between my legs, rather than on my legs, smirking as I did so. Tess stood in the doorway of the bathroom for a second, holding on to the edges for support, and smirked back at me. Without saying anything, she pulled her pants and panties down and off both her legs, leaving her with just socks on from the waist down. I was just laughing at her as she did this and began peeing, as I had been holding it in for awhile. After Tess had pulled her pants off, I was surprised as, rather than turning around to sit between my legs, she faced me, put a leg over either of mine, and sat across my legs facing me. I stopped laughing as she did this and just kinda looked at her in surprise. She still had a smirk on her face, but was completely silent, briefly making the only sound my pee hitting the toilet water. As I looked at Tess, she looked down, and my eyes followed hers to see her bring both her hands to her pussy lips and spread them as wide as she could.
So I was still peeing as I looked down at Tess as she pulled apart her pussy lips and opened up her vaginal hole. Not soon after she had fully opened up, I watched and felt as a strong stream of pee came shooting out her pee-hole and hit me just to the side of the top of my pubic hair. Out of my brief shock, I giggled as the forceful stream tickled as it hit me. However, this soon changed. A couple seconds after she started peeing, Tess shifted her hips while sitting on me to redirect her stream. Soon, the strong, warm force of her pee was aimed directly at my clit. When this happened, my own stream of pee stopped momentarily while I gasped at the feeling. The feeling was amazing! It was like her stream of pee was not only hitting my clit, but my entire body as shivers of warmth seemed to flow from my clit to the rest of my body! Instantly soaking in the pleasure of the feeling, I brought my hands down to my own pussy and pulled my outer lips apart more than they were to give even better access to my clit. As Tess’s stream of pee continued to hit my clit, my own pee started coming out in spurts, as my body started spasming with the pleasure it was getting from my clit. I soon put my head back looking towards the ceiling with closed eyes and started moaning, getting louder and louder as the feeling grew. After what could not have been more than 45 seconds to a minute, I screamed out “Oh fuck!” in orgasm, making it by far the quickest orgasm I had ever come to in my life, and which I would deny was even possible if I had not experienced it. As I orgasmed, I let go of my pussy lips and brought my hands up to grab my boobs through my shirt as my whole body was shivering in orgasm. However, despite the shivering, and despite my having let go of my pussy lips, Tess was apparently still not ready to let me stop. With my clit still exposed, though not as easily, Tess kept peeing as hard as she could on my clit, shifting her hips occasionally to keep the stream aimed at my clit as my body shifted in orgasmic jerks under her. She must have continued peeing on my clit for at least another 15 seconds, maybe even half a minute, after I first screamed out in orgasm. During this time, I continued screaming (not even coherent words, just screams of ecstasy), my body was still jerking, and, as my body wasn’t done peeing, short violent bursts of pee kept exploding out of me as my body was in the throes of ecstasy. Slowly, Tess’s pee stream became less forceful and stopped reaching my clit, the last of her pee going between my legs and dripping into the toilet. As this happened, my body slowly stopped spasming, though my hands remained grabbing my boobs, feeling them heave as I was breathing heavily, and my head was still back with my eyes closed. As I regained control of my body, I felt my own pee begin to regain a steady stream, though it felt more like it was falling out of me rather than being pushed out. When the last of my pee dripped out, I finally lifted my head up and looked at Tess sitting on my lap, her hands were now on my sides, though I did not remember ever feeling her put them there. The first thing I noticed was that Tess was just smiling at me, a genuinely happy smile with a bit of a smirk to it. Without saying a word, I grabbed Tess’s head, leaned forward, and began kissing her passionately, which she was quick to return. Tess’s hands slid down my sides to below my shirt, then slid back up to where they were before, only underneath my clothes this time. I then felt her hands slide up higher....
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The two of us in the shower, rubbing & lathering each other up. Things slip & slide inside warm wet places
That's it baby, put your face right there in between my cheeks & smell that hot spot. Go ahead & lick it while you're there
Want to know how much fun it is to do body shots with the boys during the game? LOTS.... leads to good sex....
So this cute guy I'm fucking has a classic car with a huge back seat. I love filling it up with the smell of sex :)
I just love it school starts back up. All the hot frat boys running around, waiting for me to teach them something they won't learn at the college
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Was on a road trip & stopped of at this truck stop. I ended up fucking some of those manly men before going on my way
So I met this guy who is 5'4 to my 6'1 stature, towering over him, I can just rest my bosom on his head
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So I was helping judge a hottest abs contest at the bar. I volunteered to help oil up the boys. Want to know what one of them did to try & sway my vote for him?
I leave my curtains open when the workman are in the are so they can see me when I'm masturbating & changing clothes
My bikini top "accidently" came off in the pool. One of the guys came to my "rescue" by rubbing up against my big titties till I could get it back on
I'm going to be getting kinky for the 4th. I'LL BE BACK ONLINE WED NIGHT-SUN NIGHT 11PM-7AM PACIFIC (2AM-10AM EASTERN)
Went to go buy a new dildo, asked the clerk if I could try it out before buying it. He said he had to watch, so I gave him a show
A hottie offered to help rub some sunscreen on my back while at the beach today. Let's just say that's not all he rubbed.
Why do guys always want to fuck me when I step out of the dressing room when trying on suits asking if there was too little fabric?
I love it when the weather warms up. It means my pool boy comes around more often. And then I cum more often too
So many hot bodies, so little time. Well, if I play with more than one at a time I can probably do them all.
So going to the store to pick up some sexy wear, think I might bring a boy toy with me so we can get it on in the fitting room
All I wanted was little ride on his sexy Harley. All he wanted was a blow job. We both got what we wanted :)
He was so hot & sexy, glistening from the sweat of working hard & just smelling like a young man. I had to have him, so I did ;)
So I couldn't resist watching my sexy neighbor jack his dick with his curtains open. God he leaves my mouth watering & pussy wet
So I walked in on the copy boy as he was making xeroxes of his dick. I told him I wouldn't tell as long as he fucked me. I mean his prick was so big, how could I not?
I think my pizza guy is on to the fact that when I order a certain pizza, he knows it's me wanting his dick.
So I needed the plumber to come out & help me with something. The pipes under my sink aren't all he looked at....
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I love wearing short skirts that show off my great thighs. With no panties. Let's me tease the boys at the bar. And makes it easier for them to finger me on the dance floor while I'm grinding against their hard on.
I just love being on all fours, getting pounded hard from behind & feeling his balls slap against my clit.
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So the new mail room guy is such a cutie pie. I just had to give him a taste of mine. I think I know who I'll be doing on my lunch breaks from now on.
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You know you want to get down on all fours behind me & put your face right there in between my cheeks & savor that juicy butt hole.
I played a game with some of boy toys, at each stroke of midnight, each one of them came, want to know how I did it?
I got it on with this really hot stud in an elevator at the hotel I was staying at. That was so hot, even when the door opened & we thought we'd been caught
I had a bit much egg nog at the party this weekend. Needless to say some sexy boys decided to "take advantage" of that.
Just imagine my pussy engulfing your pecker, warm, wet, velvety snatch walls gripping your johnson & my juices running down over your balls.
A woman scanned the guests at a party and spotted an attractive man, standing alone. She approached him. "My name is Carmen," she told him."That's a beautiful name," he replied, "Is it a passed down name?""No," she replied. "I gave it to myself. It reflects the things I like most -- cars and men." "What's your name?" she asked.With a smile he replied, "Tom Titsenbeer"
I was wearing pantyhose with my skirt tonight. I swear this guy was able to smell the musty of my cunt after I'd been in them all day long. He ate me out so good & loved it.
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I'm going to be stuffed liked good ol' Tom in the oven, only I'm getting it with dick
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As I lay on the bed, I felt a hand around my boner. My wife was slowly jacking me off. Glenda & Matt agreed that they had thoroughly enjoyed the fuck session they just had. Still stroking my meat Glenda looked & Matt & said, “Why don't you help me?” With that he reached over & grabbed my shaft as she removed her hand. Looking into Matt's eyes, she licked her lips & said, “This is so hot.”
Glenda straddled over my face, her hot snatch till wet from the previous fuck. She placed her hand on Matt's head & guided it down toward my throbbing pole. He opened his mouth & slowly engulfed my cock. “Suck him good, Matt” I heard my wife saying. Matt licked my shaft, starting at the tip & going all the way down to my balls. He grabbed my dick & stroked it as he licked my balls, then back up the underside his tongue went working his way to the head. My cock started to twitch, getting ready to explode.
“Wrap your lips around the tip Matt,” Glenda said breathlessly. “Swallow every last drop.” It was the first time I'd ever cum in a man's mouth.
Spent again, my body felt like jelly. Glenda & Matt had me role over on my stomach with a pillow under my belly. Glenda holds my ass cheeks apart as Matt takes his turn getting down there licking my tight hole. He darts his tongue in & out & I can feel a hard on stirring in my prick again.
Before I know it, Matt is rubbing the fat mushroom tip of his manhood against my puckered cherry ass. Glenda is still spreading my rump wide & helping guide Matt's throbbing johnson into my butt. My wife squeals with glee as I let out a few uncomfortable moans as she watches the long, thick muscle of Matt disappear into my crevice. After a few deep, strong thrusts, he's buried inside me. I can feel his strong thighs against mine as he turns me into a bitch in heat for his manly need. Our balls are slapping together & I push back onto him, trying to make sure I get every possible inch inside of me.
Matt uses a few long strokes before he begins furiously fucking my ass with a hard pounding as he nears his climax. With a few angry thrusts, he shoots his thick load of cum deep into my ass.
Glenda had been sitting there playing with herself as she watched us. Still hard I crawl over to her throwing her down & slam my cock into her soaked cunt. Since Matt had stretched her out with his fat prick while fucking her earlier, I slide in easily with one push. Her big, beautiful breasts, bounce madly while I fuck her hard & fast. Being so turned on from getting butt banged, it doesn't take me long before I spray my wad into Glenda's pussy.
One of the fantasies I had written when I was married:
I sat naked in my chair with a raging boner, watching my friend Matt's ass muscles clench as he held my wife Glenda pinned against the wall. His strong hands held her that way while he pounded his thick 9-inch cock into her stretched pussy. She had her long slender legs wrapped around his waist & her hands holding onto his shoulders. Her head lolled back against the wall & moved slowly from side to side, her eyes filled with lust & looking at me, from time to time.
“Oh baby,” she moaned. “His big dick is really stretching my pussy. Oh it's so big, it feels so good! Yeah Matt give me more! Harder!” She was breathing heavy, clearly loving what Matt's powerful body was doing to her, being taken by him. And she knew how him doing so, turned me on like crazy. “Christ, he knows how to fuck!” Glenda gasped out. “He's so fucking BIG!” She then reached down & with both hands grabbed Matt's ass, “Honey, just look at this tight ass.”
Yes, Matt's ass was as hard & muscular as the rest of him. Each time he pulled out of my wife's cunt his ass cheeks would flex powerfully, & when he pushed back in, Glenda's mouth would form an “O” as she inhaled deeply. Now she dug her fingernails into his ass. “He's got such a nice ass. Come over here baby.” As if in a trance I rose & walked up to them, stopping just behind Matt as he slowly fucked my wife up against the wall. “Come kiss me baby,” Glenda panted. I stepped to the side & leaned in, my open mouth to her. She sucked my tongue into her mouth. I felt her hand on mine. I didn't resist as she pulled it behind Matt. Then placed it with my palm against Matt's smooth, firm ass cheek.
Glenda whispered, “Kneel down & suck on my fingers.” For a second I looked at her, wondering just where she was taking this. “Please baby,” she breathed. I slowly dropped to my knees, my eyes on a level with Matt's flexing ass as it moved in a rocking motion. My wife's hand still clutching that ass, & now she held one finger out, beckoning me to lick & suck it. I opened my mouth & leaned in to lick at her finger. Glenda was now whimpering & moaning, telling Matt how good his prick felt as he stuffed it insider her again & again. She pulled her finger out from my mouth & placed her hand on my cheek, guiding it closer to Matt's ass. I knew what she wanted me to do. I stuck out my tongue & gently licked then firm flesh of his cheek.
Matt suddenly stopped on the outstroke & slowly moved his ass in a circular motion. I trailed my tongue toward his ass crack. As I reached it he let out a whimper. At the same time my wife grabbed his cheeks & pulled them apart as she pulled him back into her. “Yeah baby, keep it up.”
I sat down & scooted between Matt's spread legs, my head tilted back so I could lick the underside of his balls. I could taste Glenda's sex mixed with his sweat as I licked both his balls & the underside of his shaft. I had a close up view of his long thick cock as he started fucking my wife again.
They moved over to the bed & leaned over the edge of it so I could have easier access to lick on her cunt at the same time. I crawled between Matt's legs again & slowly licked towards my wife's clit along his shaft. Matt was close to cumming. He started pumping harder & faster. His sacks hitting my chin as he pushed deep into Glenda's snatch. They screamed together as his balls twitched, filling my wife's cunt with his copious cum.
Matt pulled out of Glenda & I dived my face into her dripping fuck hole. I started to her lick twat clean.
This a little tale after one of my favorite sissy boys told me what he did when housesitting for one of our friends.
When my best friend June asked me to house sit while she went on vacation, I don't think she was aware that she'd be providing me the chance to live out on my sexual fantasies. She'd be gone for two weeks, staying at her fabulous beachfront home how could I say no?
June is always fabulously dressed, through her job at the fashion magazine, she's scored some amazing designer getups, all regularly worn on her body. Part of my excitement about having the run of her luxurious place, aside from escaping my tiny apartment, was having the chance to rummage around in her closet & indulge in my cross-dressing passion.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, my cock started to stir as soon as I opened the door to her walk in closet. My eyes took in the over stocked racks of dresses, tops & skirts. There's a wall of neat rows of high heels. It even smelled as lovely as a lady & came complete with perfect lighting & a full length three-way mirror. This closet's as big as my apartment & like my own personal dressing room. Lucky for me June & I have similar body shapes- tall, skinny & relatively flat chested. I wouldn't say I look like a woman, but I am very trim. So everything should fit me perfectly.
I quickly went about selecting my favorites, eager to try them on right away. One dress was black & low-cut with a ruffle down the middle, classy & elegant. Silver sequins & rhinestones adorned the plunging neckline. I quickly stripped down to my underwear & put on the dress. I'm pretty naturally hairless, so my chest wasn't a problem, but I decided I needed a little help in the cleavage department & something to replace my boxers that were poking out from beneath the dress. After taking the dress off, I moved to June's dresser, opening her underwear drawer.
Even though I was there alone, I still felt naughty for poking around in her under things, but it had me so much more turned on at the same time. The drawer was like a treasure chest of delicate lace & satin panties, bras & sexy nighties. I reached in, my cock pushing against the front of the dress as I fondled the lingerie in her drawer. I found a pretty pair of baby blue panties with lace in the front. I slid the panties up my legs. I also took out the matching padded bra, the kind with cups built in so make June's A cups look bigger.
Standing in front of the mirror, I admired the way dick bulged against the fabric of the panties, then I put on the bra & was amazed at how these two simple additions had me on my way to looking more like a woman. I stroked my prick through the panties, pulling them tight so they clung to my balls & shaft.
I put the dress back on & took a wig from among the ones on the shelf. After smoothing down my new long, blonde locks, I practiced tossing my head back & forth, watching the tresses move with me. Then I went over to her make up table. As I leaned in close to the mirror to brush the wands of magic color across my eyelids & lips, my cock throbbed incessantly.
After the final touches, I looked like a real woman, far better than what I'd been able to do at home. I hiked up the dress & again admired my panty-covered dick. Then I got out a packet of lube I packed in my bag, eased down the panties until my cock sprang out & I slicked up my shaft. My hard man prick was such a contrast to everything else about my appearance, which was utterly girlie. As I stroked my cock I slipped my other hand inside the panties & fondled my smooth balls. I imagined my girlfriend watching me do this & wondered if she'd even recognize me. Or maybe if I ventured out, wishing I'd encounter a hot stud who would want only one thing from me.
Both possibilities got me even more fired up. I slapped my dick with my hand as I was getting more swept up in my fantasy. Jacking my cock I couldn't take it anymore & shot my load, watching the thick, white cum spurt the mirror.
Later when getting ready for bed, I chose to wear June's pink silk chemise & matching panties. Before I fell asleep I simply had to jerk off again. With one hand I caressed my sensual sleepwear & with the other I worked my cock up & down while the head rubbed against the soft silk of the panties. The combination of light & rough, male & female, hard & soft, was wonderful. This way I got the best of both worlds, releasing another load into a pair of June's panties before falling alseep.
I once had a job as a cocktail waitress at trendy bar. I always had to look glamorous in my lacy, sheer top that could barely contain my massive tits, a short & tight miniskirt with sheer stockings & high heels. I had to wear my hair in a bun to keep it from falling into drinks.
I had a huge crush on my boss, Charlie. He was so handsome. And I just knew by the bulge in his pants that he had a huge cock. All I wanted to do was suck on it.
There's a new stock guy at the grocery store. I need to see about breaking him in. MMMMM Boys in their early 20s are oh so tasty & so much fun.
He wasn't too into PDO (public displays of orgasm), but when I put his hand under my skirt, he felt the lace on top of my thigh-highs...
Getting ready for the gym. Shall I work my thighs- the better to crush you with, or my ass, the better to sufficate you?
Off to the gym, and then to get dolled up to spend the night with a certain male friend. I'm thinking heels, a corset, and seamed stockings.
Just went and took my fuck buddy lunch at work. Sucked and fucked his big hard dick in his bosses office, then he let his boss have me.
My favorite part of cuckolding a guy is the look on his face when I push him down to eat me and he tastes all that cum.
standing completely nude on the moonlighted balcony sipping a cup of coffee after sex with my new boy toy
Today I bought 3 XLG boxes of condoms, lube, chocolate, & candles. Cashier says "have a good night" guy behind me says "I think she will" All I could do is grin my naughty grin.
The first time was sweet, the second kinky. The deal was that if he wasn't too shy to ask for it, I wasn't too shy to do it.
Used him as a dildo today. Told him to get in bed and get hard so I could ride him while I made myself cum. Did he mind? Dunno. Didn't ask.
I am craving a long foot rub with scented lotion. Hrs on the toes, feet and heels. Call to serve MY FEET
While sitting in traffic, I pushed my hand down my pants and ran my finger along my incredibly wet pussy. Then licked my finger clean.
Off to the gym, a luxe pedicure, lunch with the girls, and home. What color shall I do my toes? Im thinking glossy, shiney red.
Once you're locked up you'll be deliciously tortured for days without release. I expect your balls may explode.
Just as his erupted inside me, filling me with his hot sperm, I came, clutching his dick with my pussy.
He caressed my feet as he kissed his way up my calves, and I raised my legs so he could get closer to my pussy.
So this cute guy from the grocery store came over after his shift. I sat on his face & smothered him with my sweet snatch until he made me cum.
I threw a party & invited all my women friends & a bunch of guys from the college here. We did all sorts of naughty deeds.
He was so caught up in sucking, licking, tugging, and massaging my tits, it was making my pussy wet...
I looked up from my towel at his growing erection. Smiled and asked if he's familiar with the beach. I couldn't help but to smile more as he got harder before me...
On the nude beach I watched him approach and saw his half erection. I smiled and he stopped to talk as I lay there on the towel...
As the 2 naked hikers approached I saw that their dicks swung left and right with each step. I couldn't wait to suck on them.
Semi hard dicks. They were tanned all over and glowing from perspiration, both muscular. They stopped to chat there in the weight room. I saw the come hither look in their eyes...
It was a race between a clitoral versus g-shot orgasm, between his tongue and his fingers. Someone won. Not sure who.
I just love some of the fun things I used to make my pathetic excuse for a husband do. Here's another story I made him write after an experienced I forced on him.
Well, last week it finally happened. At my wife's insistence, I went to a doctor's appointment wearing a pair of white panties with a pink butterfly on them, above the crotch. It was very nerve-wracking for me, much to my wife's pleasure, to know my doctor was going to see me this way.
But since I don't own any men's underwear, I really didn't have a choice. She made the appointment & insisted I keep it. You wouldn't believe how releived I was when I got there & was told that my doctor was out out of town & his colleague would be doing my exam.
A nurse showed me to an exam room & pointed behind a curtain. She told me to strip down to my underwear & put on one of those paper gowns with the opening in the back. Soon the doctor walked in & began asking me all the normal questions.
I was shocked at first that my doctor was a woman, but I kept my surprise to myself as she checked my eyes, ears, & throat & listened to my heart & lungs with the stethoscope. She then loosened the tie on my gown & let it fall to my lap, exposing my panties.
Acting very professional, she asked me to lay back & relax. Then she checked my abdomen area, tracing her fingers down my chest & firmly pressing on my belly. The she said words that I'll never forget as long as live. “Sir, would you pull your panties down to your knees please?” While I was pulling my panties down, she put on a rubber glove with a sharp snap.
She then started probing around my cock, checking for everything she could. Then came the part I love the most: She asked me roll on my side as she greased up my ass with some lubricant. Then she inserted a finger in me & probed around until my penis was rock hard.
Finally she pulled put & wiped away the grease. She put her hand on my shoulder & moved me to my back again. I'm sure she could see the effect she had on me, but she said nothing. She pulled my panties up to where I could reach them & I lifted my butt & pulled them up the rest of the way.
She said nothing to me & left the room. In a moment she returned & was writing in my file. She told me I could sit up. When I did my gown fell to the floor, so I was quite exposed. She finished writing in my file & went over a few things. Then she said she was done & I could get dressed. But as she opened the door to leave, she looked back at me & said, “By the way, I love pink butterflies.”
When I got back out to the waiting room my wife asked me how the exam went & I told her all that had happened. She told me that next time, I might get more than just a compliment on my panties.
I caught you staring at my feet, especially when you told me you specialize in foot massages. I know how much you like to see women dressed up in stockings & heels. That's why I poured you this special drink. Don't worry, I know you feel a little dizzy. I watch as you start to shrink. I pick you up with 2 fingers & drop you down into the pantyhose I'm going to wear. You fall, sliding all the way down to the reinforced toe. Next thing you know, my dirty feet are sliding into the stockings.
You're crying, begging me to stop as I laugh, your struggling tickling my feet even more. You try to climb up my leg in the stockings. I pull & stretch the nylon just to let go & let it snap down on you stinging your whole body. Now it's time for the fun and games.
You're looking up, you see my pubic hair poking through the hose & the curve of the underside of my breasts. I'm getting ready for a night out. You're getting pinched between my toes. You're in such a tight position & my size 9's seem huge to you. Your cock is getting so hard you can't help but begin licking on my toes. Then I slip my on black stilettos, you're plunged into darkness & the musky aroma of my shoes. I dance all night long with, my feet sweating in the shoes, you become drenched in your smelly prison. I hope you don't shrivel up like a prune.
You're about ready to pass out when you feel me pull off the nylons leaving you in the toe. I put them in the sink to wash. You lay against the giant porcelain caught in the fabric, unable to escape as I shove them under the running water & you try not to drown. I hang them up to dry leaving you trapped in them.
After a bit I come get you out of the stockings. I pop you in my mouth with my huge wad of gum. With my tongue & my teeth I push you further & further into the gum, getting it stuck all over you. Then I begin blowing a huge bubble, with you right in the center of it. Then I pop the bubble as you feel it snap against you. I suck you back in only to blow more bubbles.
When I get bored with that I go get my bottle of red polish & make you paint my toes. You're trying so hard to balance the brush & make the polish perfect. After they dry I slip on my sneakers. Your dick is rubbing against the edge of my nail as I go for a jog. My shoes smelling the more I ran. The only water you have to drink is my sweat.
When I get home I let you out of my shoe & decide to give you a reward. I start flicking your dick with the tip of my fingernail. Flopping it up & down, pulling on it. But your such a slut you cum almost right away without permission. You came on me you slut.
Guess I'll just have to slip you back into my musty shoe till you can learn to behave.
You've got 2 hot women, Gloria & Vicki, in their 40s at their sexual peak. Then throw in Hannah, a ripe young, beautiful 25 year old bursting with new found sexual energy & curiosity. Top it off with a 40 year old guy who is about to experience his ultimate fantasy, & you've got quite a lusty combination.
Jason had been longing for this moment all his life, & he was hornier than he ever imagined he could be while he waited at home the night of the orgy they planned. His dick grew by the second as he looked at the clock in anticipation.
He didn't have to wait much longer. The doorbell rang & he practically ran to answer it. He opened the door to see Gloria & Vicki, wearing tiny tops & tight shorts & ready to go. They greeted Jason then let themselves in to start warming their pussies up for the party. One sat on a bar stool, the other on the couch, & they unzipped their shorts & plunged their fingers into their cunts. Jason watched with both pleasure & amazement at how quickly they came, shaking in orgasmic delight. While they waited for the young blonde to arrive, the ladies made some margaritas & handed Jason a drink. Finally, the doorbell rang again & he went to go answer it.
In walked Hannah wearing a mini skirt & tank top. Her skirt hit the floor in a matter of seconds & soon Jason's tongue was on her little pink clit. He went down on her while Gloria & Vicki watched. She moaned like a mad woman & exploded against his mouth almost immediately. The other two women were now getting worked up again & decided to join in. Gloria started sucking on Hannah's tits with long, wet motions. Her pert nipples stood up, begging for Gloria's moist tongue to keep bathing them in pleasure.
Vicki settled in between Jason's legs & started sucking his prick. She began with light, gentle strokes, licking up & down his veiny shaft. She knew he wouldn't last long, so she quickened the pace & sucked him harder, deep throating him until he blew a thick load in her mouth. She licked her lips & thanked him for the delicious treat.
Meanwhile, Hannah & Gloria were having some fun with a double pronged dildo. They sat on the floor, each with an end in their snatches, & rocked steadily back & forth, fucking themselves & each other with each motion. Vicki crawled over to Gloria to lick & caress her boobs while Jason attended to Hannah's. The 2 women moaned, rubbing their clits faster & rocking the dildo faster & faster until finally they both came, one after another, & the dildo slipped out of them. Jason was hornier than hell now, hard & ready again, & he decided it was time to fuck the shit out of someone- or all of them. While he was wandering who to start with the women took control & decided for him.
They led him to the bedroom & tied him to a chair with silk scarves. Then it was time to tease him. They all climbed on the bed & started kissing & fondling each other, taking their time pleasuring each other. Jason couldn't even jerk off as he watched Vicki eat Hannah's pussy while Gloria was eating hers. Jason wriggled in the chair, his cock bobbing & begging for attention. He couldn't move his hands, & he groaned with pleasure & frustration as he watched the women getting each other off on the bed.
Hannah teased him by jumping off the bed & sucking his cock into her hot, wet mouth for just a second, but long enough to bring him to the brink of climax. She didn't want him to cum yet. She rejoined the women on the bed & they switched around until everyone was having their twat sucked while sucking another's. Soon they were all panting & moaning as they climaxed one after the next. Finally it's Jason's turn.
Hannah put her fingers to her cunt & wet them with her juices. She walked over to Jason & put her fingers in his mouth as he groaned. Then at last she climbed onto his cock, slowly sliding it inside her tight, young snatch, & pushed her big tits against his chest. She rode him hard & fast & he came within a few minutes, spurting his hot jizz into her clutching pussy. Hannah untied tim, & they went to the hot tub on the deck to clean up & take a break.
The break didn't last long, as Gloria pulled Jason from the water, turned her back to him, & held onto the patio table. He got the hint, & slammed his cock into her from behind, making the table creak & move as he fucked her. Gloria gasped & moaned as he drilled her, making her cry out with pleasure. They both came hard, panting & sweating as he collapsed onto her.
Jason thought he was done for a while, but Vicki & Hannah had other ideas. Together they worked his spent member back to life, taking turns licking, sucking & nibbling on it. Then Vicki lay on a towel & spread her legs, inviting Jason to partake of her wet pussy. He thrust into her, taking his time, as Hannah got behind him & licked his balls. After several long minutes of slow, intense fucking, Jason unloaded in his third pussy of the night.
So a bunch of college guys just moved in next door. I'm going to have to make sure I leave my curtains open when I masturbate & invite them over to party in a kinky way.
1. You will always address me as Mistress.
2. Your entire body & face will be kept clean shaven & perfectly smooth.
3. Your attire at home will consist of matching bra & panty sets, short skirt & stiletto heels. You will always be required to wear make-up.
4. You will be kept in bondage when I see fit.
5. I will fuck your ass whenever & where ever I choose.
6. You will only cum when given permission to do so. Chastity devices used when necessary.
7. On my command you will be required to service me & anyone else I choose orally.
8. You're new first name will be Chelsea, unless in a work environment.
9. Anything I ask of you shall be done at once & without question. Failure will result in punishment.
10. Rules may be changed/modified/added to at anytime as needed.
After the revelation of what a true cock loving slut my wife really is during our New Orleans vacation, I swear my dick grew an extra inch with the anticipation of the packages that were yet to come.
Then it did. Several other packages arrived. All with pictures, videos & DVDs. Roxanne really did get around. But there was one video that really got my attention. In this one Roxanne was on a Mardi Gras float full of big black men in grass skirts, dressed as natives of some tropical island. In the middle of these men was my wife, stark naked & happily getting the shit fucked out of her. As the tape began, one man was fucking her mouth as another shoved his huge black rod into her ass. I didn't know how his massive tool could fit into her tight asshole, but from the look on her face, she took every inch just fine.
Suddenly a cheer broke out on the video & the black giants using my wife looked up & smiled. The float had gone under a balcony & the onlookers there had gone wild. Cameras began to flash as Roxanne provided an extra show to this audience. As my wife was passed around to the other men on the float, the crowds would go crazy to see this small, naked white woman servicing a float full of nearly naked black men.
Block after block these horny paraders got drunker & bolder, & it was obvious they were playing to the crowd as they used her for their pleasure & hers. To my astonishment one guy had what looked like at least ten fat inches buried in Roxanne's ass. The float stopped under another balcony & as the tourists cameras snapped, he withdrew his dick, & then plunged the entire ten inches back into her now stretched out asshole. At the same time three other men jacked off on her face, covering her cheeks & hair with gobs of thick, milky sperm.
Then the camera moved away from my wife to focus in on a group of a dozen black guys who had started masturbating by turns while watching Roxanne get reamed. One after the other they pumped their huge hard pricks, each of them shooting his hot semen into a plastic dixie cup. As soon as one would empty his balls, another would take the cup & jerk off into it. The crowd grew as it watched these men spew their cream into the now just over half full cup. A man who appeared to be the leader of the group held up the cup with one hand & a bottle of Jack Daniels in the other. Then proceeded to pour several shots of straight whiskey into the sperm filled cup. Stepping to my spent wife, he held the cup aloft & shouted, “let our honored guest drink out finest. Let her drink the nectar of the Gods!”
Without hesitation Roxanne took the cup, opened her mouth & with three quick gulps swallowed the entire contents of the cup. Then the man proceeded to fuck Roxanne's mouth as another took her ass. The crowd was in a heated frenzy as the float moved on again. And shortly after the tape ends.
Our sex life has been livelier since that trip. We watch the videos practically everyday. Each viewing leads to some fierce lovemaking.
A few weeks after that, a letter arrived from the organization that sponsored the float Roxanne was on. It seems they want my wife to return next year as their special guest. They say they'll pay all our expenses first class & I can even ride on the float with them to hold the camera this year.
We RSVP'ed & the trip is booked.
I had my now ex-husband write this story. It entails all the kinky fun we had while at Mardi Gras.
My wife Roxanne & I are in in our mid 40s & school teachers. We've been married going on 17 years now. We've never discussed our past lives much, but from comments made in passing, I always had the feeling that Roxanne had been pretty wild before I met her.
This year we decided to go take a vacation to New Orleans during Mardi Gras. On our first night on Bourbon Street, we were both pretty well faded having skipped the food & gone straight to the Blue Hurricanes. All around us young college age girls loaded up on beads as they flashed their perky bare tits to the crowd. Every unveiling being rewarded with strands of beads & usually a quick feel or the flash of a photo. I even got the feel of those young firm tits as the drunken girls weren't too choosy who they flashed as long as they got their beads. It was wild & my dick had never been harder than in this smorgasbord of young flesh surrounding me.
As we finished our fourth Hurricane I noticed Roxanne hadn't gotten a collection of beads & I teased her about why she didn't flash her mammaries for the guys. In response she rubbed seductively against me & asked if I'd be jealous if she did try to earn some of the beads. Drunk & horny I told her to go for it, though I really didn't think she stood a chance against the younger girls.
I was wrong, seems young college guys love an older woman flashing her ta-tas. But at one point the crown got thicker & I lost track of Gretchen. At two in the morning I gave up on trying to find her & went back to the hotel. On the bed was huge pile of Mardi Gras beads & a note from my wife saying that she was with friends & not to worry.
It was just after dawn when she woke me up. Her hair was a mess & she looked like she'd slept in the street. She wouldn't discuss her evening, but said it would all be revealed when we got home. That night she disappeared again, only to appear early in the morning covered in beads.
After being home a few days, our mailbox was filled up with brown packages of all sizes. Roxanne gathered them up & instructed me to sit down. As she opened the first package a smile spread on her lips & she handed me a stack of photos. They were pictures of me sweet school teacher wife on her knees, surrounded by college guys pumping their young hard dicks. In many of them Roxanne had a good sized prick in her mouth & one in each hand. Each photo showed a different dick pumping my wife's face. There were also close ups of her with jism dripping off her chin. Other showed her open mouth full of cum as young man after young man sot his wad in her mouth.
My cock was standing rigid, I started to ask my wife for details, but before I could speak she handed me another package. I ripped it open to find an unlabeled disc. I quickly popped it into the DVD player & hit play. It showed Roxanne in an alley bent over a trash can. Her neck was covered in strands of beads, but the rest of her wasn't. Her dress was hiked up high over her waste & her panties were on the ground. A line of strange men were taking turns fucking her cunt & her ass. As soon as one would shoot her full of his wad, another would take his place & slide his hard schlong into one of her holes. Sperm was running down her legs & nobody was having any difficulty entering either of her openings. Several men wandered down the alley to see what the line was for. When they saw Roxanne getting stuffed full, they quickly got into line for their turn.
At one point the camera was almost dropped when two N.O. police officers walked into the picture. The men began to scramble & put their dicks back in their pants, but the cops just smiled. One took out at least nine inches of hard manhood & stepped to the front of the trash can. The cop fed his massive tube steak into my wife's mouth. Now there was line forming behind the cop. The second officer was the next one to fill her mouth with his sticky white spunk. Then he zipped up & the two cops disappeared into the crowd as there were now two lines on my wife just as the video ran out.
Needless to say, I was more than turned on. I banged Roxanne right there on the floor. Had her on all fours, pulling her hair & riding her holes, treating her like the whore she obviously loves to be until I was done & spent inside her.
That was one vacation we'll never forget. Roxanne did giggle & say there should be more mail coming.
I feel myself push back against him, feeling him really there; a moan escapes my lips as my hand takes my warm, full breast....
This fancy nylon sets me into a totally crazy mood. The caress of its embrace makes warm waves rise in my moistening slit. I rips off my nylons and rub on my clit, moaning and groaning, orgasming for all I'm worth!
I logged on & saw those 2 words we all lover to see: You've got mail. As I read the message it said, "I love to have kinky fun with sexy women like you." I checked out his profile & WOW, he was HOT!!! Tall, dark hair, great chest & abs. HE wasn't wearing a shirt & had on Button up Levis with the buttons undone. Very sexy. I decided I had to meet this guy.......
My best friend Beth & I continued to have our girls' night while our husbands were out for their 6 month deployment. And of course we would shave each others pussies smooth & have a hot little masturbation session after our shaves.
One night I just couldn't contain myself while sitting there watching Beth play with her snatch. I knelt between her legs again & slid a finger inside her sopping pussy. I began thrusting it in & out, & when she gasped & begged for more I slipped two fingers deep into her cunt. Then she cried out to me to suck on her clit, & even though I had never gone down on a woman before, I did it without any hesitation. I took her swollen, hard button between my lips & tongued it hungrily, loving her sweet taste. In almost no time at all I was sending her to the edge of oblivion. Pulling my face to her tightly shaved twat, she held me there as she released a stream of delicious fluids into my mouth.
When Beth had come down from her orgasm, she pushed me away & moved me onto the floor so that I was laying on my back. Spreading my legs wide, she buried her face between my thighs & began eating my cunt like it had never been eaten before. In fact, she did things with her mouth so amazing, it made me wonder if it wasn't the first time she'd been with another woman. I didn't have long to dwell on that thought, because my mind was soon overwhelmed by the intense pleasure she was bestowing on my pussy. The room filled with my ecstatic cries & the heat coming off our bodies, my arms & legs jerked as I bathed Beth's face in my orgasm juices.
After that she lay on top of me & we kissed passionately while we rubbed our soft mounds together. Our breasts mashed together & our tongues wrestled in each other's mouth while we humped. We reached orgasm at the same time, Beth's essence dripped onto my thighs & mine ran down onto the floor as we both cried out our release.
Then we got up & headed into the bedroom where I pulled out my dildos & we continued fucking, both of us loving the feeling of soft, smooth flesh. We just couldn't keep our hands off each other. We brought each other to countless orgasms with either our fingers in or mouths on one another's pussy. We kept masturbating each other together, & even ended up in a very hot 69. I loved having her twat over my face.
We went at it for hours, but eventually, we wore ourselves out. But that defiantly changed our girls nights. We then decided we should do a special homecoming for our guys when they got back. We were sure they wouldn't mind us playing together from now on.
So I went to hang out at the bars near the colleges. I found a great group of guys partying. I think they knew right away what I was looking for when I bought them a round. So I brought the 6 guys back to my place & had a fucking grand time. Want to know more, connect now...
There's no clear cut recipe for a threesome, but certain plans & preparations can be made to ensure full sexual gratification for the 3 involved.
Panties are of the utmost importance, & cotton is out. The couple should picj the panties. They are usually a little more costly than the every day pair.
The panties must be silk & snug but loose around the waist band. They should be about a size to large, so 2 men can reach inside the panties & finger fuck the pussy without fighting for room. The waistband should be thin & frilly. The front of the panties should have some sheerness to them or lace centered over the pubic region. The panties may have a hole in the crotch area, in order for a large cock to pass through. However if the plan is to fuck in the nude, the panties don't need the hole. The bra should match the panties. They should also be silk lined, to promote nipple hardening when the men begin to fondle the breasts at the same time.
The dress should be full length, & red. The dress should be of a silky material & no slip involved. So it can easily be slid over the woman's hips. The dress, if it's not open back, should have a zipper that runs down the center to the panties. The dress should be able to slide off & drop freely to the floor. The woman should easily be able to step out of the dress easily.
The bed must have clean sheets. Satin preferably, but soft & not scratchy for sure. And there needs to be a top sheet. Just incase of some shyness in the beginning. However all modesty will be lost once things get going.
The man of the couple should select the other man & introduce him to the woman. Married men are preferable, as there is no commitment & married men are generally more discreet. The other man's cock should also be larger, by length & girth, so the woman can experience some variety.
Lubrication should always be readily available incase the woman gets so hot she wants to be butt fucked. There should also be some whipped cream & other fun toys laying around.
The men should be sure their fingernails are cut, to avoid scratching the woman's pussy when finger banging her. They should always be freshly washed & shaven. And their underwear & clothing needs to be cleaned. Shave your penis area so it would be more enticing to the woman to perform fellatio.
The action should begin with the man of the couple unzipping the woman's dress as the other man plays with her tits & kisses her deeply. lots of tongue action. When the dress is off, the woman should begin undoing the other man's pants & pull out his shaft. Then he should lay her on the bed, put her legs over his shoulders & cram his cock into her tight cunt. The man of the couple should sit at the woman's face so she can suck on his prick as he fondles her boobs.
After the other man fills the woman's twat with his cum, the man of the couple should get down at her cream pie & eat it. After he's made the woman cum again, then he can insert his dick into her now loose hole as the other man puts his bigger cock in his face so the woman can watch him get sucked hard again for more visual stimulation.
The 3 continue on to fuck in various positions & each one of their holes get filled.
Afterward, the 3 will shower together, get dressed & never worry about contacting one another again unless they choose to set up another encounter.
So this very cute 22 year old hit on me while I was out this weekend. Don't ask me how it came up, but at some point he mentioned he was breast fed. When I asked him if he wanted to recreate that part of his life, I thought his hard on was going to bust his zipper. Want to know what happened??
One hot July night, my best friend Beth came over for a girl night since our hubbies were out on a long deployment. We were watching movies, giving ourselves pedicures & having some margaritas.
At one point Beth came out of the bathroom giggling. She had found a porn magazine my husband had left in there. We sat there skimming through it reading the articles & stories. And of course we were analyzing the pictures. We came across this one, a hottie named Roxanne. She was sexy beautiful & her pussy was devoid of any hair.
I made a comment about the shaved model & asked my friend if she had ever shaved her own mound. Beth replied that while she kept her pussy hair trimmed, she had never completely removed all of her pubic hair. Then she asked me if I ever shaved mine.
When I told her that I keep my snatch bald & have been doing so for quite some time, she said that she wanted to see it. Since we've been best friends for practically ever, we're very open & comfortable with each other. I had no problem showing her my bald cunt.
She said she loved my pretty, clean shaven look. I told Beth I was willing to help her do hers if she wanted me to. Of course she jumped at the opportunity. We went into the bathroom & got the essentials together, Beth stripped down & sat on the edge of the tub. I guess she was pretty excited about getting a shave, her slit was as juicy as I know mine was already.
Beth did have her mound trimmed, but there was still a patch of long, dark curls covering her just above her gash. I took a pair of scissors & clipped the hairs close to the skin until what remained was a little bit of stubble. Then I handed her the can of shaving cream & told her to lather herself up with lots of the foam.
I couldn't believe how turned on I was getting sitting there watching Beth rub shaving cream all over her cunt. When she was done, I ran my razor under the warm water so I could give her the smoothest, cleanest shave I could. Then I asked her to spread her legs a little wider so that I could get to work.
Using extreme care I ran the razor across her mound, where the dark hair was the thickest. When it was all nice & clean I moved down to her outer labia. Soon Beth's twat was as free of hair as mine was. I couldn't help but notice that her clit was poking of her pink folds. I handed her a mirror so she could see a full view of herself. She just couldn't help to reach down & feel her smooth skin. The moment her fingertips came in contact with herself, she was unable to stop touching herself.
Beth drifted off into her own pleasure, oblivious to the fact that I was still sitting between her legs. She was rubbing her puffy clit, moaning on the edge of the tub, until she brought herself to orgasm. I could see her juices dripping from her newly bald pussy lips as she cried out. That was when realized what I had been doing.
The whole time Beth was playing with herself, I had couldn't resist reaching down & touching my own snatch. I flicked my fingers back & forth between my pussy lips, which were soft & smooth because I'd just myself that morning. I played with myself as Beth was playing with hers. Soon my juices were dripping down my thighs. I came so hard from the intensity of everything that I could barely catch my breath after.
After we cleaned up, Beth & I decided that we would have to have more “girl nights” like this while our guys were gone.
Oh look at the little baby! He's so cute. I'm gonna pick you up and give you a big ol' smooch! Oh wait a minute, what's that smell? Oh my god, that's you! How could such an adorable baby smell like complete and utter shit! You must have a horrible nanny! Well, we're just going to have to give you a bath, won't we? Well, I'm going to sit you on the floor while I draw some warm water for the bath. You can sneak a peek up my dress.
I wake up & it's 3 in the morning. I look around because I'm not sure whether I'm dreaming, or whether he's really lying next to me after the amazing orgasm I just had. It takes me a second to realize it's just me in bed. Going back to sleep right now isn't an option. I can still feel his hands on me, & my mind begins to wander. I decide to take advantage of my horny state of mind & my body glistening with a gorgeous layer of sweat. I light a candle & look at my hot body & heavy tits. I love the way my body looks in the dancing light as it throws shadows on the wall.
My hands travel south & my fingers meet with a sticky pool of wetness. I definitely came in my sleep, & now I'm excited to relive that moment while I'm awake. I lie on my back & my left hand spreads my labia apart while my right hand begins to stroke my clit. My pussy is drenched. I love the scent of my cum. It smells sweetly delicious. I wish I could feed it to the man who made me get off, but since he's only in my mind, I smell my fingers. God, I wish he was here. I envision him licking my fingers one by one. I'm so turned on.
I pleasure myself, slowly rubbing & fingering my slit. I imagine him in the bed next to me, watching me, kissing me, letting me suck on his tongue, telling me how much it turns him on to watch my fingers sink deep inside me to my commands: Slower. Harder. Slower. Harder. Faster. My now engorged clit demands my vibrator & agree, it's time.