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telugu leave letter, This story is about grave sexual misconduct, strange behavior, adult reading, watersports, scat, bondage, amputation, doctors’ sex, church sex blah blah blah … This is my first attempt at erotic fiction. I am a male postgraduate engineer with interests in sexual fantasy that range from the normal to the bizarre….Feedback from young/old girls welcome at comment It will keep me writing! Jenny’s final success! Jenny was a 30-year-old divorcee doctor. Her first marriage had been a terrible failure. She always found men boring and wanted to get even with the man who deceived her. Her husband had made it with one of her nurses – She had promptly got rid of her. Her simmering anger with her failed marriage always used to tell on her composure. Her urge to prove herself better than the average male used to drive her mad. She lost her temper frequently with her male subordinates and companions. She had inherited her father’s surgical practice and was a brilliant surgeon. She owned a huge farmhouse just outside the city. She had forgotten all her sexual feelings, or so she thought, after her divorce barely eight days ago. One day, on her way to the hospital, she found a young man who had had an unfortunate accident. His hand was a mess with a truck having run over it. He was in great pain. Since Jenny’s clinic was far away, Jenny took pity on him and took him home. The boy’s name was Aaron. He told her he was an orphan from a small village about 60 miles south. He trustingly gave her his telephone number so that his school could be informed and limped into her car with his bleeding hands. For a fifteen-year-old boy, he really could withstand a lot of pain, thought Jenny. Jenny had a full-fledged setup of surgical equipment in her house complete with a small sterile room for minor operations. She decided to give the boy first aid and then take him to the hospital. Aaron was in great pain. She shot a vial of morphine to dull his pain through his good arm. The boy dozed off to sleep. Jenny shifted the hefty body laboriously to the operating table and started to cut away the boy’s clothes to clean the wound. As she was cleaning the wound, vague thoughts started to trouble her mind. Out of curiosity, she cut away the boy’s shirt. The boy was obviously well built, square chest, good arms. He was large for his age of fifteen. She touched his body. His youth made her tingle down there. Her pussy messages were surprising her. If only she could have him once, for the first time… if only… She knew then, that she simply had to see the boy’s genitals. She peeled his pants down. Aaron was fast asleep. His jocks outlined his oversized penis. Jenny stared wide-eyed in surprise! My God! What a stud! She peeled his jocks down. The village lad’s strong member was nearly 7 inches when flaccid! And the girth! It could grow to a minimum of 10 inches in length and would be as thick as her wrist if Aaron could be well and truly aroused! She wondered who the lucky girl was going to be as she tweaked his penis one last time before completing his dressing – she knew that his right hand would not be of much use any longer. She gave him another sleeping dose and retired for the night. Visions of his cock haunted her dreams – Jenny could not sleep. In two hours, she hatched out an evil plan to get herself what she wanted: She could also have the pleasure of wreaking her vengeance on her husband. She got up and went back into the surgery room. Aaron awoke from his dizzy sleep with a fantastic headache. He remembered having been saved by a young woman. His head was splitting with the effects of the sedative. Saline drips were being fed into his shoulder by a needle…. Shoulders? Why shoulders? He was shocked as he noticed that his arms were gone and there were only two bandaged stumps in its place – and so was the case with his legs. He twitched in agony as Jenny came in. “Hi,” said she. “What have you done to me?” asked Aaron in a frightened voice. “Your limbs had developed gangrene, so I had to amputate them,” she said coolly. She was dressed in a skimpy negligee but wore an opaque bra and panty. She had literally doused herself in perfume. “I will feed you everyday until your people come for you,” she said. “And will that be?” asked Aaron terrified. “When I phone them,” said Jenny as she casually left the room. Jenny spent hours every day talking to Aaron of her job and her work in the hospital. She told him of her various achievements and her skill in surgery. She found out from him that he was a football player before his unfortunate accident. She would read to him every night – mythological stories filled with strange love and lust. Each day she would dress in alluring garments. She would also ensure that she always strapped him to his cot with his back to the bed whenever he slept or when she went to work. This she told him was to prevent him from rolling off the bed. She told him of the phantom limb syndrome – where a person with recently lost limbs gets conflicting signals to his brains. She also ensured that Aaron’s thoughts were filled with lust for her. At the same time he could do little to relieve himself of his yearnings, being strapped down on his back. In two months, Jenny had nursed Aaron back to health and vigor. She had also found out that he was a virgin, ripe for the plucking. Jenny decided it was time to put her plan to action. She had waited long enough. She changed into a flimsy negligee, with nothing underneath at all. She went to Aaron’s room. “It’s pay back time, Aaron,” she said with wickedness in her eyes. Aaron did not understand. She bent over him and kissed his mouth with full force. She leaned over to let him smell her shaved armpits. “Just getting my toilet ready,” she told him. “You see, I have to piss and maybe take a dump. Being a lady, I cannot waste it. So I thought I could ask you to eat it for me,” she said as she kissed him again. Aaron squirmed and screamed. Limbless, he looked like a bed bug. He rolled of the cot and fell on the ground. Jenny watched in fascination. He was hers, to do with as she pleased. She danced around the screaming boy. Then with all the room lights on, she started kissing him all over his body. She fondled his heavy balls and licked them. In a few minutes, Aaron responded – with a huge 10″ erection! Jenny almost fainted at the thought of fucking his cock. Jenny looked down with lust crazed eyes at the young virgin boy with his 10″ boner sticking out of his limbless body. But she wanted him degraded further. She put him back on her bed. She restrained him with a straight jacket-like bonding strips. He couldn’t move or twist or turn anymore. She fixed a clip on his nose and opened his mouth with metal jaws used for her tonsils operations. She could almost see his tonsils. Her pussy tingled with anticipation. She continued to feel him up, to keep his virginal erection from coming down. She watched as pre-cum squeezed out of his cock.porn ls sexAaron moaned with fear as she straddled his face. Slowly she lowered her bald pussy over his mouth. She let him smell it for some time. His erection grew harder. Then with a cry of triumph, she squeezed her first jet of piss into his mouth. As Aaron spluttered, she reached for his erection. She told him that if even one drop of his piss was spilled onto her expensive carpet, she would castrate him. “Do you understand?” she asked in a hoarse voice. Aaron nodded as he saw her pussy deliver its second load. Jenny pissed in a steady stream and kept up her volume just so as to allow Aaron to breathe and swallow in big gulps. “Good Boy” said Jenny as she licked his penis head. She moved, and to Aaron’s horror brought her puckered anus in line with his mouth. “Open wide!” she ordered. Aaron watched in horror as the first turd made its appearance and entered his mouth. In sheer ecstasy, Jenny mouthed his cock, as she dumped her goo in his mouth. She turned around and watched him swallow her shit in his effort to breathe. As she straddled his cock, she knew this was just the beginning. “Now for your seed…” said Jenny as she lowered her pussy on his virgin cock and started to milk it in slow thrusts. Watching his shit splattered face and his nice limbless smooth virgin body drew her into a colossal orgasm which milked his virgin cock of its life juices, which shot right up into Jenny’s jizz filled pussy, right into her cervix, when she was ovulating! Jenny was impregnating herself! Amanda meets Aaron The cool breeze wafted down the road as Amanda walked down the road. Amanda was 14-years-old and was a stunning blonde who was developing into a great looking chick. She heard the moans coming from Jenny’s house. Jenny had forgotten to close her doors in her ecstasy and was screaming in orgasmic throes. Amanda peeked into the house. The moans got louder. She tiptoed up the stairway and peeped into the bedroom. She could not believe her eyes! Aaron was lying on the bed with Jenny riding his mouth with her cunt. The room reeked of shit. His tongue was licking her exposed butt off her soil and she was pissing in spurts into his mouth… Her mouth descended in time to her thrusts on his engorged cock and she was sucking on it with such frenzy…. And Aaron’s face was one of sheer ecstasy as he spurted his jizz high into the air as Jenny plumbed his ass with her tongue… Amanda covered her face with her hands and ran all the way home in shock. Being a virgin, Amanda had never really seen a cock before. Her boyfriend had tried feeling her up once and she had touched his crotch through his pants, but that was it. She was a Roman Catholic with a strong Christian upbringing. But what she had seen in Jenny’s house was troubling her thoughts. She had never seen Jenny before, and neither did Jenny know her. She went through a troubled night, tossing and turning in her sleep. She awoke early in the morning and found her crotch badly wet. She made up her mind on what she had to do. She dressed in her Catholic church gown and wore black stockings and a hat to match. She applied a hint of scent to her armpits. She was going to meet Aaron. She waited for nearly an hour at a distance from Jenny’s house until she watched Jenny’s car leave. And she walked up to the door and tried it. It was locked. She walked up behind the house and tried the kitchen window with her penknife on her key chain – it slid open without a sound. She was shuddering with anticipation at the thought of meeting Aaron. She poured herself a large glass of milk to steady herself and wolfed it down. She poured out another for Aaron into a cup, took a saucer and walked into the bedroom. Aaron had been bathed and fed by Jenny and was relaxing on his bed. Aaron was startled at her appearance. “Who are you?” he asked. “I’m the angel who’s gonna save you, I’m Betty,” lied Amanda. “Please get me out of here, call the police!” pleaded Aaron. Amanda looked at his naked body and flaccid penis. Boy, was she going to change that! “I’ve got some milk for you to drink,” she said placing the cup and saucer of milk on the stool next to his bed. She poured the milk out into a saucer. Next, she leaned over to Aaron and kissed him on his mouth. “It’s time for some Catholic virgin pussy” she said boldly, and kissed him full on his mouth. She saw his cock stir. “This is for you,” she said as she turned her back to Aaron and bent over lifting her skirts exposing her 14-year-old shaved pussy and ass. In full view of Aaron she sat herself on the saucer of milk and pissed noisily into it. She stood up holding her skirts up. Her pussy and ass dripped milk, flowing onto her thighs…Aaron grew harder as she made him drink it. She fondled his delicious balls and smelled his cock. She opened her mouth and sucked on his member until she drew more lubricants and it throbbed with anticipation. This was easy. She then assumed the classical pose of squatting over his mouth with her dripping pussy to enjoy his tongue. As he licked, she pissed in little squirts. Every time she pissed Aaron clamped his lips on her pussy and drew on it in sucking motions, not wasting a single drop. This was heaven. After three ear shattering orgasms, Amanda moved her anus to his mouth. As her rectum made its first offering, she mouthed his cock and forced her shit into his throat with a colossal grunt of orgasmic satisfaction. She turned around and mounted his stud cock with her virgin lubricated pussy and with a cry of triumph speared herself on his shaft. She rode him like a horse watching his shit smeared face, until she drew him into a final terrific orgasm. She cleaned them both with water and wiped him dry leaving him just the way she found him. “Thank you. I’ll be back some other time. Any word about me and you are a dead duck,” she said. Amanda had been so thorough with her fuck that she had left Aaron as clean as she had found him! Sister Maria meets Aaron: Amanda could not forget Aaron. She had to say it out to somebody – make a sort of candid confession. She decided to confess in the privacy of her church to Sister Maria – a good friend and advisor, about 25-years-old. Sister Maria had become a nun after she had been gang-raped on the roads of New York. Maria proved to be a good listener and absolved any feeling of guilt in Amanda’s heart. She, however, asked where this had happened in a casual sort of way. Amanda told her before she went away, feeling light-headed and guilt free. Sister Maria waited in the rain with an umbrella outside Jenny’s house in the morning. She was not wearing her usual nun’s habit. She wore lipstick and a blond wig and spiked heels. Her long overcoat concealed a different dress. As Jenny’s car pulled out of the house, she looked around and ran up to the kitchen window and tried the latch with her penknife. It slid open. She let herself in, with a bag she was carrying. She shut the window and opened her bag.sex cum in anal pornAaron turned, sensing movement. A veiled blonde figure moved into the room. She was about thirty and was extremely beautiful. She wore a bridal dress and moved easily over to him. She leaned over to him and whispered into his ears ” I bring retribution,” she said. For what happened a few years ago, Maria was getting even. “I am Bella, the bride,” she said as she felt the helpless boy over as he squirmed. Her pussy started to tingle with anticipation. He screamed. She kissed his armpits. She bit his nipples and fondled his balls. She touched his mouth with her fingers. “You’ve got a lovely toilet here…” As Maria lifted her bridal skirt and veil, Aaron looked at horror on the large leather dildo strapped on to her hips, above her hairless pussy. He looked at it in horror. “Bet your pooper’s virginal,” said Maria. “But not for long,” as she climbed on to the bed with a tube of KY jelly. Aaron squirmed as his pooper was invaded by her jelly-coated fingers. Maria positioned her dildo on his anus. “Even better than I expected” she wailed as she invaded his recess with her dildo. A couple of trial pushes and then with a cry of triumph she pushed her dildo in. She mercilessly fucked the helpless boy as she mouthed foul language and then she found Aaron was getting harder. The beauty of his 10″ boner was even more than what Amanda had made it out to be, and she was going to enjoy it. “You need punishment, you naughty boy!” she said as she stroked his cock. She removed her dildo straps to reveal her flawless tight pussy. And in sheer ecstasy she had started her menstrual flow. She smelled different. She approached Aaron’s face, kissing every inch of his body. “Look at the treat in store for you” she said as she exposed her blood soaked pussy. Aaron shuddered as she straddled him and lowered herself. “LICK!” she ordered as she smelled Aaron’s cock. His tongue darted out as he lapped the sauce with tears in his eyes. “AAAAGGHHHH,” said Maria the nun. As he opened his mouth again, she peed forcefully into his throat as she mouthed his cock. Aaron drank the foul smelling mixture as she slurped on his member. Maria was drawn into a fantastic orgasm that almost swept away her senses. During her orgasm, to prevent Aaron from having one too early she gave his testicles a firm squeeze and tug. “EEAAGH!” whimpered Aaron. “I’ll let you come in my cunny after you’ve eaten my shit! Get that, male pig?” asked Maria. Aaron nodded. Maria positioned her anus over his mouth. “No wastage!” she warned. As Aaron opened wide, Maria’s anus opened to reveal a huge emerging turd which made its way into his waiting mouth. She watched it hit the back of his throat as she mouthed his member to another glorious steel hard veiny erection. She turned herself round and impaled her foaming cunt on his huge member. “It is my wedding night, pig! Perform!” she said as she fucked him to a glorious chain orgasm, drawing his life juices into her. Exhausted, she cleaned up the mess she made, cleaned Aaron up and left him just the way she found him. This story is a work of fiction, purely a fantasy. 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On a late Saturday afternoon one summer my 18 year old sister and I were alone in the house. I… I love when my girlfriend spontaneously decides to seduce or dominate me. Granted there are times when I’m not in the mood for it and it causes problems for she certainly is, but in general, I love it. I love the vulnerability. I encourage her to do whatever she wants to me when I give into her, but I’ve always felt that she’s held back. Part of me is usually grateful, but another kinkier part wishes that she’d go all out. And I do mean all out. I know that she’ll do, or at least try, absolutely anything that I want (with the exception of golden showers or scat), but as I’m sure some folks will agree, there are some things that you don’t want to admit that you want, no matter how open your lover is. You just want them to discover your hidden cravings. Plus, it’s always more exciting that way. Exploration is as fun as getting exactly what you desire. She’s pretty damn good at figuring out what it is that I desire, which is why it was always so frustrating that she didn’t pick up on those secret things that I wanted but couldn’t voice. I wanted to be utterly under her command. I wanted her to violate me, and make me feel helpless. Whenever she tried, she always fell short because she was afraid she’d truly offend or frighten me. I could never quite get myself to tell her how far I wanted her to take the scenario. I tried hinting at it but nothing changed. I was getting impatient, but the wait was certainly worth it once she finally went wild and abused me in the way that I had always wanted her to. I still jerk off to that night and it was a long time ago. I remember I worked that day. It was the holiday season so I was working 10 and 11 hour shifts at my father’s book store. I was exhausted every night, and frankly our sex life was lacking for I was too tired to perform. I just couldn’t get hot enough to get into any kind of mood for physical activity with her. On this particular day, she came over in the morning before work, for breakfast. As we were kissing goodbye in the driveway, she reminded me that I promised I’d go to her house after work, regardless of how much I’d rather go home to pass out. She was rubbing up against me and smiling as she spoke, which meant that she was turned on. I sighed and thought about how she’d probably want to fuck later, since we hadn’t in almost a week, and how I would probably be too tired. I kissed her again, thinking she was done talking, but she pulled away to continue. She ran her hand down to my crotch and said softly, “And baby, make sure that you’re horny tonight, because I have plans for you.” With a weak “I’ll do my best, honey” smile, I got into my car and drove away. On my break, I thought about what she said. She had plans for me? I wondered what that meant. I was pretty confident assuming that she meant she was going to screw me for as long as I could take it, but it seemed that there was something else. If just having sex was the whole plan, she just would’ve told me straight out. She left it so vague that it insinuated there was more coming. I tried to think about it a little more, to build some interest, anticipation, and sexual drive. I spent a few minutes in the Sexuality section of the store, flipping through the ever popular sex guides for inspiration. There were a few pictures in several of the books that were sure-fire ways to turn me on. I saved those until I was leaving, and hoped that I could maintain my semi erection on the ride over to her house as well as stay awake. I was thankful that I wasn’t as beat as I usually was but I was still extremely tired. When I arrived, there was a small note on the door telling me that it was open and to go upstairs to her room. I took the paper and followed the instructions. I was surprised to find another note on her bedroom door. This one read, “I hope you’re horny.” Despite my tiredness, I felt a brief stir in my groin as my semi returned (“Thank God,” I had thought). I knocked lightly and opened the door. The room was dim and lit only by the few candles which were scattered about. She was sitting on her overstuffed reading chair, looking down at a book. She did not look up when I entered. When I saw her, I knew I wasn’t as tired as I thought I was in the car. My soft penis stiffened immediately. She was dressed up. I loved when she dressed up for me and she knew it. I hadn’t anticipated what I saw: my petite brunette girlfriend sitting with her legs pressed together, wearing my favorite pair of CFM shoes, black stockings (which I knew were thigh-highs for they turned me on the most), a short black slip, and hopefully thong or G string underwear. Her hair was piled on her head, making her look sexy and sophisticated. I had to adjust myself.bdsm porn storiesWhen she heard the rustling of my hand in my pocket she leisurely closed her book and looked up. I glanced at the title. _Exit to Eden_. I swallowed hard. I had never read the book, but I knew what it was about. Suddenly, I had an inkling of an idea of what her plans were and I was hoping I was right. She looked me over and smiled. I waited for her to ask how my day went, but instead she pretty much told me that she didn’t care. “I’d love to hear about your day darling, but I have others things on my mind. So why don’t you take off your clothes and maybe I’ll consider telling you about them.” I stripped and took a step towards her. She put her hand up to stop me. “Jason my love, listen to me. You have exactly 5 minutes to shower. Don’t wet your hair. Just wash everything, and I do mean everything, that you have between your legs. Go.” “Why don’t you join me?” I asked. She shot me a stern look that indicated that she was giving me orders, not accepting suggestions. I said nothing more and just turned and walked to the bathroom connected to her room. I opened the door and heard the shower running already. I glanced over my shoulder only to see that she had picked up her book again. She had turned it on for me before I arrived, I guessed. The thought that tonight had been so premeditated by her encouraged my libido even more. If she thought of the small detail of turning on the shower for me before I even knew I would be taking one, then who knew what else she had thought of. I considered that more as I soaped my dick and my ass and was rewarded with the biggest hard-on I had had in weeks. When I finished and reentered the room, she was still reading. I wished she’d put down the damn book and pay attention to me. This time she didn’t wait to look at me. She immediately tossed her book aside and stood. She fingered for me to approach her. In seconds we were embracing tightly and kissing. I put my hands under her slip to confirm my fears: she was wearing my favorite pair of sheer G-string panties. I sighed deeply and ran my hands up her back and gave her a quick squeeze. She pressed her body against mine, suffocating my swollen cock in silk. I tried to move my hips back and forth to rub the soft fabric against me, but she stepped back too quickly. “Get onto the bed,” she said. I complied and crawled to the far side of the four-post bed to give her room to follow me. But she didn’t. “Lie down baby, spread eagle.” I did as I was told. A thought flashed through my mind: she was going to tie me up. I hoped so. “You don’t seem all that tired today. I was hoping you’d be awake. This will be a good night for you if you’re alert enough and do as you’re told,” she said as she slowly walked around the bed. “I’m-“ “Shhhhh. . . . . . no talking. The only time you can speak is when I ask you a question. Otherwise, the only sounds that are allowed out of your pretty little mouth are moans. I do not want to hear protests of anything kind. If you have a problem, too bad. This night is for me, not you.” My dick stiffened and a few drops of precum oozed out. She certainly had my attention, and I didn’t anticipate falling asleep any time soon. She had stopped at the bottom of the bed on the floor, between my legs, and slowly climbed up from there. Her hands and mouth went straight to my balls. She licked and sucked on them lightly, which drove me mad. I liked it when she was rough with them and it was almost unbearable when she was so gentle. I placed my hands on the back of her head, but she shook them off and told me not to touch her again or else I’d be made immobile. It was tempting to grab her again so she’d follow through with that threat, but I decided to play along until I couldn’t take it any longer. I returned to concentrating on the activity below my waist. She licked her way up my shaft and slowly pulled the head of my penis into her mouth. One of her hands was still touching the soft skin of my scrotum while the other rested on my right thigh to maintain balance. Then, unexpectedly, her demeanor changed. Her grip on my sac tightened in a flash, and at the same instant she took my entire length into her mouth. She deep throated me as she yanked and squeezed my balls. Her sudden change in method took me by surprise and I caught myself reaching to replace my hands on her head. I stopped myself for I didn’t want to give up my freedom just yet. She went down on me for a few minutes more before sitting up. I anticipated her next move, and made a mental bet that it would be into the 69 position. I was half-right. “You’ve been very good so far. I’m surprised that you were able to keep your hands off of me. But even though you were so well behaved, I’m going to tie you down.” My heart beat loudly in my chest. When she tied me up, that was one thing, but tying me down was something else! I had more freedom when I was tied up; only my arms were bound to the bedposts. Tying me down meant she was going to restrain my arms and my legs. She had only done that once before, and I had never told her how much I enjoyed being so out of control. I had the sudden urge to kiss her before she took over completely, and quickly sat up and pulled her towards me. We kissed hard and passionately for a brief moment before she leaned back and pushed me onto my back again. She turned around to anchor my ankles to the bed first. I moaned loudly as she crawled on all fours to the left lower corner of the bed. It turned me on immensely to see her pussy and asshole so plainly. I loved 69ing because I could stare up between her legs and have both inches from my face. Just thinking about her over me like that made me salivate. I altered my prediction slightly by adding in the fact that I’d be tied down as she sucked my cock and I ate her pussy. I turned out to be correct with that one.fetish porn storyAfter strapping me down completely, she faced the foot of the bed and straddled my face. I opened my mouth to accept her warmth and wetness, but I was mercilessly denied both. She held her pussy out of my reach as she began going down on me again. It was pure torture and I loved it! I strained to get to her put couldn’t. Through my frustration I almost didn’t hear her speak. She must have guessed that for she repeated herself louder. “If you want it on your face, beg me for it.” I said nothing for a moment. She had never made a request like that before. It made me hard as hell but I wasn’t sure how serious she was. Deep down I really wanted her to make me beg, not just ask me to. So I ignored her and tried again to get mouth on her wet cunt. She dipped her hips and grazed my lips with her lower pair, leaving the taste and smell for me to make me suffer. By the time I realized she had moved, she had returned to her original position. It was agony having and losing her in the same second. I couldn’t stand it any more. “Please?” I said. “You’re going to have to try harder than that!” she laughed as she began licking my shaft again. I sighed deeply, wanting her more than I could ever recall. “Please Dana, give it to me.” She responded by tonguing her way to my balls, and then stopping. “More,” she said, “I’m not convinced that you really want it.” I groaned and tried to thrust my hips forward to get my now painful erection back into her mouth. She roughly batted me away. The small amount of pain it provided me made me lose it. “Dana I need your pussy on my face. I want to bury my tongue inside you. I need it. You-” she cut me off my dropping herself down to grant my requests. I licked up the center and plunged my tongue into her. She began furiously sucking me cock. It was too much for me. It was all too good. I arched my back and let out a loud, muffled bellow as I came. She swallowed it all and kept pumping me as my orgasm subsided. I stopped eating her out. I rested my head on the bed and panted and emitted little noises as she slowed her pace. “You’re not done,” she said, “I haven’t cum yet.” To Be Continued… Please send any comments/thoughts

My daddy pees on me and I like it. Sometimes I even beg him to whip out his big dick and take a leak right on my face. How did I get this perverted, some people may wonder? Well, it all started last year when my father and I went on vacation to the Jersey shore. We shared a room because we didn’t have enough money for separate quarters. My being a well-developed 18 year-old blonde shouldn’t have been a problem. After all, he was my father and we had rented a suite with a bedroom. He would use that while I slept on a roll-away bed in the living room. We checked in and found to our surprise that the suite assigned to us had a heart-shaped bathtub right in the middle of the living room. I’d heard about these things from friends who went to the Poconos, but I’d never seen one. Little did I know how much trouble I would get into while luxuriating in it. The day after we arrived my father went for a walk down the boardwalk to the next town to check out a bar he’d heard about from a friend. I did some swimming and, to be honest, some trolling for cute lifeguards. One big hunk really made me pussy juice up. It was too bad that he already had a girlfriend. Frustrated and covered with salt water, I came back to the suite and decided to take a bath. I ran the water and stripped out of my bikini. In the mirror over the dresser I could see my foxy little body. My tits are real bouncy and many a man has drooled his saliva over my pencil-eraser nipples. So there I was, lying in the water and feeling real horny. I started massaging my clit, hoping for a big cum. That lifeguard’s little bathing suit had burned itself in my brain and I kept thinking about taking it off without using my hands. I was all worked up and ready to cum when suddenly my father walks out of the bedroom. He’d been there the whole time! There I am with my tongue hanging out and my hand splashing away at my cunt and my own father sees me. I could have died on the spot. “Sally!,” he shouted, “what the hell is going on here? What are you doing?” He sounded furious, which, considering I was only jerking off, seemed too severe a reaction. “I’m sorry. It’s just that . . .” How could I explain this? “It’s just that you’re a little slut,” he answered for me. “A whore. A fingerfucking cunt just like your mother.” He was livid as he dragged up memories of my mother, a cold bitch who abandoned us when I was five. I also realized that he was drunk and Daddy does not hold his liquor well on the rare occasions when he has a few. He kept screaming obscenities and insults at me. Could they hear us in the next room? This was so embarrassing! “I oughta take you over my lap. I oughta beat you black and blue. You little pig. Rubbing your cunt like that right in our room.” He stumbled toward me as he raved and ranted. I just stayed in the tub hoping that the soapy water covered my tits and pussy because I knew if he saw them he’d get even madder.sex picturesWhen he got up close to the tub Daddy did the most insane thing I’ve ever seen. He opened his fly and whipped out his cock and started peeing on me. “Stop, stop,” I screamed. “What are you doing?” His stream was going all over my face and hair, dripping down into the bath water. “A little jerk-off whore like you deserves to be peed on. Take this and like it.” He grabbed my head and pissed right onto my closed mouth. I couldn’t breath, so I had to open my lips for some air. A thick stream of urine blasted right in and I had to swallow it. To my amazement it was delicious, a saltytreat for my palate. I was instantly hooked. “More, more, piss on me some more,” I begged. He ran his endless stream over my face. I began masturbating furiously. Now all he yelled was encouragement. “Frig that clit. Com’n you little piss whore. Let me see you come. You wanna come, don’t you?” “Yes, yes, Daddy. Help me come.” I stood up in the tub. He was smart enough to aim his piss right at my cunt as I diddled my clit shamelessly for him. The warm urine went all over my hands and into my pussy, getting me off almost instantly. My hips bucked from the force of my orgasm and I had to sit back in the pissy water to avoid falling down. All his piss was out by now and I knew what he needed to cap this off. “Come here,” I ordered. He looked horrified at what he had done in his drunken rage, but he moved in close anyway. I took his prick in my hand and it got hard almost instantly. I pulled him close and began tounging his pissy penis. It was flavored by his delicious urine. Gobbling him down my well-practiced throat, I made him come in a minute. He must have been incredibly horny. I swallowed his love juice into my stomach where it mixed with his tangy piss. “Oh, baby, I’m so sorry,” he said, hugging me. I told him not to worry about it, that this was just the beginning of our piss life together. And it was. भारतीय पोशाक फिल्में ऑनलाइन देखें Author’s note: The following story is true. The events actually happened, although some of the names and the dates were…

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  1. Another year, another Wimbledon, another semi-final … another match point. Tina had heard it said that history repeats itself, but this was surely pushing it. How could she have been so stupid…? She knew exactly how, of course. Ever since that fateful day this time last year, women’s tennis had changed beyond recognition. The photos in the next day’s papers had won her immediate condemnation from a bunch of people she did not care about, while also earning immediate super-celebrity status as one of the world’s leading sex symbols. The fact that she had ended up losing the match made no difference at all. The job offers came rolling in, though she politely declined all requests that she pose nude for men’s magazines, and her bank balance grew and grew…This fact was not lost on her fellow tennis starlets. At last year’s US Open, a succession of tiny microskirts made their way out on to the courts, and soon Tina found herself facing stiff competition. One girl, in particular, seemed to have hardly any inhibitions at all – her name was Laura Lessing and she had won the hearts and loins of millions of male admirers across the globe. She had first made news by wearing bright red French-cut panties under her short skirt, and though she received reprimands from numerous umpires she continued to wear similar underwear in tournament after tournament. Her skirts were generally not excessively minuscule, but they were made of such a light material that they flew up around her waist at the slightest breeze, and she was not quick to cover her modesty. She obviously adored the limelight.As did Tina, who found herself driven to further exhibitionistic acts on the court just so she could keep herself in the media spotlight. In the French Open, she had worn a skirt that only barely covered her buttocks, with lacy panties beneath. The skirt was made of a stiff material that would neither fly up nor ride up, but whenever she bent over she knew she was showing her panties to the crowds and the cameras.Her fan sites doubled in number, then trebled. Fan mail poured in, as did the contracts, and she carefully ignored the vicious backlash from conservative groups. The people she had intended to thrill were thrilled.For this year’s Wimbledon, she had prepared well. The stretchy skirt idea had been a good one, but it had been flawed. Now, however, she had ironed out the problems. A skirt had been designed and made for her specially – one that would ride up as she moved, but not too quickly. Unlike her night-club skirt of the previous year, this one would not end up around her waist. Indeed, even after the longest, most vigorous points, it would uncover no more than a centimetre of the lower curves of her buttocks. Thus she could be sexy, but safe in the knowledge that she was in control.The dress code for this Wimbledon had been re-written. With new money pouring into the game, big name sponsors had put pressure on the rules committee to allow the female players a little flexibility. In short, the players could wear skirts of any length as long as they covered the buttocks while the player was at rest and standing straight, and the underwear rules had been relaxed to permit any kind of underwear except thongs and g-strings. There had been fierce opposition to these changes, and a few resignations had occurred. But the changes had stuck.So, on the first day of the Wimbledon fortnight, Tina had strode on to the court wearing a semi-stretchy white miniskirt that covered her buttocks with almost an inch to spare, with a pair of pale blue French-cut panties underneath. The outfit had gone down a storm. Every day for the last week and a half, she had graced several pages of each and every tabloid in the country. She practically received a standing ovation every time she walked out on to the court.And today she faced Laura Lessing. Laura had received a similarly rapturous welcome on her first day, as she appeared on court wearing not only her trademark ‘flying’ skirt, but also a tight tank top through which the outline of her bra was clearly visible. The tabloids contained nearly as many photos of Laura as they did of Tina. In fact, over the last couple of days Tina had been incensed to discover herself almost marginalised by full-page spreads of Laura’s latest gimmick – a pair of French-cut panties that had been judiciously altered to turn them almost, but not quite, into a thong. And the committee did not object! This angered Tina. Laura was flouting the new rules and getting away with it!So last night, Tina had decided she was not going to be outdone in her own match. She had summoned her tailor (she never went anywhere without him these days), and given him the job of ‘editing’ her own panties. She showed him the picture of Laura’s bottom adorning the front page of The Quasar. “I want you to make mine even skimpier than that,” she said, “while still not being a thong.”Gerard’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. “That … will be tricky,” he remarked. “But I’ll give it a try.”And so he had. The following morning, Tina was impressed with the result.“That will surely slip between my buttocks,” she observed critically.“It will, after a short while,” agreed Gerard. “But it’s not a thong – not quite. And I’m sure you’ll get a kick out of pulling it out of your arse every few points in front of the cameras.”Tina considered this, and a smile came to her lips. “Yes…” she said.“That will be fun.”But Martin, her manager, was outraged when he saw the garment. “You cannot wear that!” he exclaimed. “It’s hardly any bigger than the thong you wore last year! And just remember – you almost got banned from Wimbledon on account of that little stunt.”“It wasn’t a stunt!” objected Tina. “But that’s academic anyway. They’ve relaxed the rules since then, as well you know.”“But there are still rules,” Martin insisted. “And one of them is that thongs aren’t allowed.”“This isn’t a thong,” said Tina.“It virtually is. And when it’s bunched up between your butt cheeks, who’s going to know the difference?”“Who indeed?” Tina smiled wryly. “But I can easily prove to them that it isn’t.”Martin frowned, then turned on his heel and walked away.“He’ll get over it,” Gerard told her. “Now, about this top…”“Oh yes! Do you have it?”“It’s in your bag,” said the tailor. “Check it out – I think you’ll like it.”Tina hurried through to her room and placed the almost-thong on her bed next to her equipment bag. Opening the bag, she smiled as she spotted a white cut-off t-shirt folded neatly on the top. She smiled to herself.This was her latest gambit – exposure of the midriff. She pulled it out and held it up, giggling naughtily. Then she pulled out the miniskirt and sighed happily as she imagined the whole combination. This was going to be a good day. Finally she went through the rest of the equipment in the bag, making sure it was all present. She was not going to make the same mistake she had made this time last year!Placing her racquets in the bag first, she re-packed everything, leaving her clothing until last. She hesitated for a moment, then resisted the temptation to try the clothes on before packing them, too. She laid the panties and the skirt side by side on top of her track suit, then placed the t-shirt on top.“Tina?”She turned around at the sound of her manager’s voice. “Yes Martin?”“Waldo’s here – he wants to talk to you about tonight’s do.”Tina frowned. “Couldn’t he have phoned?”“He was in the hotel,” explained Martin. “Thought he’d ‘just drop by’ or something.”“Okay, I’m coming.” Tina stood up and went out to meet her agent.Waldo was a tall man with a thick crop of wild grey hair that always looked as if he’d been out in a strong wind. He had a habit of finishing every other sentence with “don’t you know” and his eyebrows bobbed up and down as he talked. Tina found him rather intimidating, but he was the best agent she’d had.“Ahem, well Tina, good morning and how do you do,” he pronounced sternly.“I’ve been chewing the old fat with the blokes at the press office and they happened to bring up the subject of interviews, don’t you know. So I thought to myself, as I am wont to do, ‘now here if I am not greatly mistaken is an opportunity old boy’ and …”Tina only half-listened, fascinated by his eyebrows, as Waldo trundled on through a terribly one-sided conversation at the end of which he paused, awaiting her response. She shook herself. “Ah, whatever you think is best, Waldo,” she said. “I trust your judgment.”“Most gratifying I am sure, well I’ll be tootling off now if you’ll pardon my flying visit – oh and I have another advertising contract I need to discuss with you, but it can wait until tonight, what? Or even tomorrow don’t you know. Toodle-pip.” And with that he swept out of the room.“We should be leaving,” said Martin, coming back into the room. “Are you ready?”“Sure,” said Tina. “Let me grab my bag.”She walked back into her bedroom and reached down to zip up her bag. Then she stopped. Something was not quite right. Her eyes narrowing, she slid her hand down the side of the bag and pulled out a white object that she had just glimpsed the corner of. It was a pair of conservative white panties.Annoyed, she flung them on to the floor. “Thought you’d try to convince me of the error of my ways, did you Martin?” she muttered.She said nothing to Martin as they left the hotel, and only in the car did she finally break her silence. “Honestly Martin,” she reprimanded him.“Sometimes you act just like my mother.”“Huh?” Martin looked puzzled.“The panties?”“Oh.” Martin flushed and responded defensively, “Well I’m sorry, but there are limits, you know.”“Just forget it,” said Tina.In the Centre Court changing rooms she met up with her arch-rival, and today’s opponent, Laura Lessing. “Hi,” said Tina rather coldly.“Hi Tina!” Laura gushed. “Wow, I’m so happy to be playing against you at last! You are my absolute hero, you know.”Tina was utterly disarmed, and found herself rather flustered. “Well, I…” she began. “Thank you! That’s nice of you to say so.”“I think it’s great what you’ve done for women’s tennis,” continued Laura.“You’ve possibly seen my, um … tributes … to your groundbreaking stunt last year…”“It wasn’t…” Tina began, before changing her mind. “Well, I guess I always figured you were trying to outdo me,” she said. “You must admit you’ve become rather popular yourself…”“I know!” Laura’s eyes were like saucers, as if she could barely comprehend the idea. “Isn’t it amazing? I mean, I’m nowhere near as pretty as you – I’m just overwhelmed at the attention I’ve got.”Tina chuckled. “Have you ever thought of, you know, toning it down a little?”Laura looked surprised. “Why, no,” she said. “Have you?” But she did not wait for a response before continuing in a conspiratorial whisper, “I just love to go a little further each time, you see. I know sooner or later I’ll get into trouble, but isn’t it amazing what they’ll let you get away with this year?”“Yes, it is,” agreed Tina. She sighed and began to undress. “Guess we’d better get into our skimpy outfits then.”Laura giggled. “Ooh yes,” she said.Tina pulled her t-shirt and skirt out of her bag, then stared into her bag in horror. Her heart plummeted into her shoes. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed.“What is it?” asked Laura in alarm.“My panties! They’re not here!”“What? Are you sure?”Tina suddenly realised with a shock that Martin had not only placed a conservative pair of panties in her bag, he had removed the other pair at the same time! “I don’t believe it!” she said. “My manager’s taken them out!”“Can’t you wear what you’re wearing now?” inquired Laura. “As I understand it, that’s what you did last year.”“I’m not wearing underwear,” hissed Tina sharply.“Ah,” said Laura. “Oops.”“Hey, are you wearing panties?” asked Tina on a sudden thought.“Yes but…”“Great! Can I wear them?”“No! I’m wearing the ones I’ll be wearing on the court!”“Oh.” Tina was crestfallen. “Good grief, what a fix.”“What skirt have you got?” inquired Laura.Tina showed her.Laura nodded. “Ah yes, I know that one. It doesn’t ride up much, does it?”“Not much,” conceded Tina. “But enough, probably.”“Maybe not, if you’re careful. And won’t it be awesome? Think of it – the first woman to play tennis at a Grand Slam tournament without panties!” Tina groaned. “I suppose it’s possible I might get away with it,” she said. “But I’ll be giving you the advantage.”Laura waved her hand dismissively. “Nonsense,” she said airily. “You’re the better player – you’ll have no problems.”Tina stared at Laura, perplexed. “What kind of pep-talk do you give yourself?” she inquired. “Are you expecting to lose?”“I don’t mind.” Laura shrugged. “I’m just out to play my best and have a good time. I don’t have any illusions.”Tina shook her head in great puzzlement, then sighed as she considered her position. Eventually she decided to bite the bullet, and changed into her miniskirt, sports bra and cut-off t-shirt. The latter item caught her by surprise – it was far tighter than she had imagined.Laura whistled. “Wow, sexy!” Tina chuckled. The top really was tight – it clung to every curve of her breasts and the bra beneath made highly visible ridges in its fabric. She decided she rather liked the effect.But then she noticed what Laura was wearing. She gasped. “Oh my goodness!” Laura had really pulled out all the stops, knowing she was up against the woman who had started the whole revolution in women’s tennis wear. Her light skirt had been drastically reduced in length – it barely covered her buttocks – and she was wearing a tight lycra crop-top that made Tina’s t-shirt seem almost conservative. “How do I look?” she asked.“You look … naked!” exclaimed Tina.Laura giggled. “Why thank you!” she said.The two girls donned their track suits and walked out to meet the crowd, to whistles and cheers and great applause. They lapped it up. Then Martin arrived.“Where have you been?” Tina hissed.“Getting a drink,” he said. “What’s up?”“What’s up??” Tina fought to control her anger. “Martin you idiot, I didn’t realise you’d taken my panties out of my bag!”“Huh?”“Those ones you put in there – I threw them away! Now I have nothing!” Martin gasped in shock. “Oh … my … God,” he managed at last.“Tell me about it. Now do you think you can go and get me some?”“Well, I’ll try,” he said, “but you know what the traffic’s like. Remember the last time?”“You don’t need to go all the way back to the hotel,” she told him. “Just find a clothes shop.”Martin nodded. “Okay,” he said, and hurried off.The sky was overcast as the two girls took off their track suits to rapturous applause. Cameras snapped in their hundreds. Tina had stomach butterflies as she began her warm up with a few serves from the right-hand side of the court. But her skirt stayed put (pretty much), and she made sure its hem stayed well below her buttocks. The breeze on her naked pussy made her feel terribly uneasy, but she forced herself not to think about it, and tried to concentrate on serving well.Meanwhile, Laura was getting all the attention. She was leaping high in every serve, her skirt flying up to reveal a pair of white silk panties that were almost as small as the ones Tina had been planning to wear. And they looked as if they were several sizes too small. Already the material at the back was creeping between her buttocks, and she made no attempt to rectify the situation. And she took her time about bending over (with straight legs) to pick up balls from the grass.Tina was a little relieved not to have all the cameras scrutinising her, but also rather annoyed that the crowd was watching Laura and not her.Nevertheless, she did not dare to let her skirt ride any higher than it was doing already, so she forced herself to ignore her opponent’s exhibitionistic antics and the crowd’s response.The match began. As expected, Tina’s skirt did not ride up much, and she began to relax a little. She was careful not to allow any point to go on for too long (sometimes this meant giving Laura the occasional point, but she could afford them), and gradually she began to feel that she was, after all, in control. After four games, the score was 3:1, and Tina was about to serve in the fifth when it began to rain.It was just a light drizzle, but after only a couple of points the grass was beginning to get slippery, and after a meaningful glance from Tina, the umpire ordered the covers to be brought out. Tina was relieved – it would buy her some time before Martin got back.But the covers were not on for long. Five minutes later the rain had ceased, and the players were cleared to resume the game. This they did, but this time Laura had the advantage. The damp grass caused them both to slip on several occasions, but whereas Laura took this in her stride, relishing the opportunity to flash her panties yet again, Tina could not afford to let her skirt ride up at all. So she played it safe, taking only small steps, while Laura capitalised on the opportunity to break serve for the first time.The drizzle began again in the next game, but stopped after only a couple of minutes. Tina was by now getting rather frustrated. She lost to Laura’s serve, then lost her own serve after that. Things were not going well. On the positive side, the rain was causing her t-shirt to cling even tighter to her chest, and the material was even easier to see through now that it was damp.Laura could not help but notice this as she came all the way up to the net to slam home a winning cross-court volley. She realised that her own crop top was not the type of garment to turn transparent in the rain, and she wished she had thought to wear a thin t-shirt like Tina’s. But perhaps there was something else she could do…At the beginning of the ninth game, with the score at 5:3 (to Laura), Tina bounced a ball in front of her, glancing occasionally at her opponent. She watched as Laura hopped from one foot to the other, bouncing on the spot, and then frowned. Laura seemed a little more … bouncy? than usual.And then she realised the startling truth: that her opponent had taken off her bra! Laura’s crop top was now bouncing under the influence of a pair of decidedly unfettered breasts (and Laura’s chest was fairly large for a tennis player).“Two can play at that game,” thought Tina to herself, and she clenched her teeth in a new resolve.Determined to pull herself back into the match, Tina began to take a few more risks. She managed to win her serve, but then had a nasty fright in Laura’s service game. While running at full-stretch to intercept an attempted pass, she slipped and abruptly did the splits (almost) on the damp grass. She squealed in horror and immediately closed her legs, pulling her skirt down to cover her neatly-trimmed pubic hair.There were one or two puzzled stares from the crowd, but the glimpse had been too brief for them to be sure about what they had seen. Tina could almost hear their comments: “Did you just see what I saw? Well, I’m not sure… it looked like she’s not wearing panties… Of course, I could be wrong…”She got to her feet, somewhat rattled, and returned to the baseline. The next couple of points went badly, and soon she found herself facing the wrong end of a set point. Biting her lip in anxiety, she was almost wrong-footed as the ball came hurtling down the court to her right-hand side. She launched herself towards it.Her foot slipped, and shot backwards. She sank to the floor as the ball whipped past her unmet. Her skirt had ridden up again and she hastily pulled it down as she got to her feet. Again, the whispers…“Game and first set to Miss Lessing,” announced the umpire.Tina sighed unhappily and prepared to serve. The lack of a bra certainly had not severely handicapped her opponent’s game. In fact, she seemed to have acquired a new confidence and was making very few errors. Still, her serve was not strong and could be beaten.By serving well, and taking some judicious risks, Tina succeeded in winning her service game. Smiling to herself as she sat down, she decided to up the stakes in the battle for the press’s attention. As surreptitiously as she could, she unclasped her bra and slipped it off, pulling it out through the left arm-hole of her t-shirt and dropping it into her bag. Immediately the damp t-shirt clung to her bare breasts, and with an involuntary shiver she realised she could just make out her nipples through the thin material. She was sure that the press cameras would also be able to see them.Without bra or panties, she walked out on to the court in just a cut-off t-shirt and a microskirt. Feeling naked and vulnerable but also rather aroused, she winked at Laura before her opponent served. The sensation of playing with no restraints on her breasts, however, was too unfamiliar and her return went wide. Laura’s next serve she pounded back into the net.Cursing to herself, she prepared to try again. She was annoyed with herself for having so much difficulty playing without a bra, when Laura seemed to be managing just fine.‘She probably practices without a bra all the time,’ she thought to herself suddenly. ‘Oh heck, what have I let myself in for?’ She lost that game, and then her own service game. Now 2:1 down, she watched as Laura prepared to serve once again. Her nineteen-year-old opponent’s crop top seemed a little skimpier somehow, and Tina frowned.What had the dratted girl done now? A brief rendezvous at the net in the next point answered her question.Laura had folded over part of her top, so that not only was it now more revealing, but it was also serving to keep her breasts in place more effectively. This was a clever plan, but it was risky – too much bouncing and Laura’s breasts would pop out from underneath the crop top. No doubt that added to the girl’s thrill.The drizzle began again, but not before Tina had broken serve, and then held on to her own serve, to bring the score to 3:2. As the two girls sat down in their respective places, the umpire leaned over to speak to Tina.“Miss Hathaway?” he said.Tina looked up guiltily. She folded her arms across her chest, convinced he was going to reprimand her for removing her bra. But she was mistaken.“How’s the court?” he asked. “I’m considering abandoning play, but it’s up to you two. Miss Lessing is happy to continue, so it’s your decision.”Tina thought for a moment. Martin was not back yet, but he surely would be soon. And she was beginning to play better now. Finally she was back in the lead, and she was becoming confident she could stay ahead until the end of this set. Furthermore, she was enjoying the way the drizzle was making her t-shirt more see-through every minute. “I’m okay for the moment,” she said. “It’s not that bad out there.”“Very well,” said the umpire, nodding.Tina took a swig from her water bottle, then got up and returned to the court.Two lost games later, she was regretting her decision. The drizzle had stopped, but the ground was still rather wet and slippery. She no longer felt she had an excuse for requesting that play be abandoned, and her t-shirt was not getting any more transparent. Facing what could possibly be her penultimate game of this tournament, she decided to go all out in her efforts to win the publicity battle. If she could not win the match, at least she could still steal the next day’s headlines from that upstart Laura.Carefully and deliberately, she poured the remaining contents of her water bottle over her chest, making sure she covered both breasts equally. The material quickly turned almost completely transparent, and despite herself she gasped at the sight of her breasts staring back at her. The wet t-shirt clung tightly to every contour and concealed nothing.Holding her head high (while trying not to meet anyone’s gaze), she marched out on to the court once again. Laura did the same, but then her jaw dropped as she saw Tina’s transformation. Tina saw her giggle and then hold up a thumb in admiring support.“Miss Hathaway…” came the umpire’s voice over the loudspeaker.Tina trotted over to speak to him.The umpire leaned over and said, “Enough is enough, Miss Hathaway. This is not a wet t-shirt contest, it is a tennis match. The new rules regarding the dress code are there to encourage freedom of expression, not indecent behaviour. Do you have another shirt?”“I’m afraid not,” confessed Tina.The umpire sighed. “And where is your bra?”“It broke,” Tina lied.“All right, but one more lewd act on your part and I will disqualify you and ban you from the tournament. The whole tone of this event has dropped through the floor, and I’m damned if I’m going to take it any more.”Tina nodded. “I understand.” Rather subdued, she returned to the court.The game went badly. Tina found her t-shirt highly distracting, and with every bounce it rode higher and higher and threatened to expose her breasts to the world. Soon it was revealing as much flesh as Laura’s crop top.Nevertheless, she liked the effect and did not attempt to replace it, until she heard a warning cough from the umpire. She hastily pulled it down.She lost that game, and prepared to serve to stay in the match. She served well, but a good return surprised her and she failed to clear the net with her follow-up shot. Then she noticed that her vigorous serve had resulted in her t-shirt being hoisted up high on her chest. Only a half-inch of material extended below the lower curve of her breasts. Rather reluctantly, she pulled the t-shirt down.The next few serves had similar effects, but a longer point almost resulted in her breasts popping free of the t-shirt entirely. She won two points, but also lost two.So now she was at match point, again, and this time her predicament was even worse. What could she do? If she preserved her modesty and lost, was that any better than going all out and perhaps being banned from the rest of the tournament? Probably not.She served, and at once felt her t-shirt climb up again. But she ignored it and concentrated on trying to predict where Laura’s return would end up.It was short – that was good. Tina raced forward and whipped the ball over to the far corner. But Laura, realising the danger, was already almost there. She hammered it back down the line, and Tina had to lunge to reach it. She made it, just, and the ball bounced high off her racquet – a mis-hit.Laura was quick to take advantage, her chest bouncing as she ran around the back of the ball. She attempted to fire it down the right-hand line, but Tina caught it at the net with a drop volley. However, it bounced harder off her racquet than she had intended, leaving Laura with an easy opportunity for a lob. Tina raced backwards, only to find to her horror that Laura was not going for the lob at all. She was responding with a drop shot of her own.Tina sprinted forwards, just reaching the ball in time. But as she dug her feet in to brake herself, they slid on the wet grass, shooting right under the net. Tina yelped as she fell to the ground and slid forwards on her back. Her skirt, caught by the net as she passed beneath it, was yanked up to her waist. Her t-shirt was pulled up by sheer friction, both on the ground and on the bottom of the net, until it was wrapped around her neck.At this point Tina came to an abrupt halt, with her head on one side of the net and her rather unclothed body on the other.The crowd fell into a stunned silence, then erupted in a cacophony of wolf-whistles, cheers and thunderous applause. The umpire’s announcement of “Game, set and match to Miss Lessing” went completely unheard. Laura, meanwhile, walked over to where Tina was lying with her pussy and breasts fully exposed to the crowd and to the world’s photographers. She looked down at Tina and smiled.“You win,” she said.THE END
  2. I woke up in the morning to the smell of coffee under my nose. “Good morning My Pet,” He said… maine apna dil de diya
  3. Author’s note: The following story is true. The events actually happened, although some of the names and the dates were changed by artistic license. At this date and time I can’t remember the men’s actual names, but if any of the participants happen to read this story, they will know who they are and hopefully will remember the events onboard the U.S. Navy supply ship with a lot of pleasure. It was another hot July Sunday in Fort Lauderdale as Deej and Carole left the Church parking lot after the last service. As he often did on Sundays, Deej decided to drive around just to see if there was anything going on that might spark their interest. Just something to do on a quiet Sunday afternoon in what was normally a pretty boring town. He was driving his aunt’s new Corvair, wanting to see what it was like to drive a car with the engine in the back. She had left it in his care while she went on a cruise to the Bahamas with instructions that he was not to drive it, but Deej couldn’t resist the temptation, figuring that it wouldn’t hurt to put just a few miles on the odometer. He determined that the car didn’t offer anything new and lacked the pickup of his Austin-Healy roadster. Deej did like the advantage of the rear engine drive in that there was no hump in the middle of the front floorboard, at least. He liked to drive around with Carole sitting tightly against him as he played with her pussy and the absence of the hump made it possible for her to sit next to him with her legs spread wide. The first thing he had Carole do when the church was out of sight was to remove her panties and throw them in the back seat, then pull her Sunday dress up around her waist. Carole never objected to Deej’s fondling of her body and the hot sex that usually followed, although she was nervous about someone being able to see her as they drove around, keeping a hand on the hem of her dress so she could quickly pull it down in case there was someone who could see inside the car. As he slid a finger in Carole’s moistening pussy, Deej couldn’t help but look at Carole’s face, proud of his pretty wife’s beauty, often unbelieving that he had been fortunate enough to marry her. She was a small young woman, just a shade under five feet tall and weighing less than a hundred pounds, of which five of those pounds must have been in her fantastic breasts. Deej didn’t know anything about women’s bra sizes, but he knew that Carole’s breasts must have been some of the largest a woman could have. They made her appear top-heavy, but that was partly because of her waspish waist. While Deej had to use both hands to full encompass her breasts, at the same time his fingers could almost touch when he put his hands around her waist. Her breasts didn’t sag from their size, either, possibly because of her young age of twenty, but seemed to point straight ahead as though they were pointing the way. Her figure was the first thing most men noticed, but after examining how her small waist flared out into nicely rounded hips above the most gorgeous legs, their eyes always moved up to her face and, once any man looked at her face, her body was soon forgotten. Her hair was a dark blonde, usually worn short, framing a flawless face with a pert little nose, luscious, full lips, and highlighted by the most startling blue eyes, a blue the color of the water in a shallow lagoon, almost turquoise. Her smile often captured men’s hearts and Carole was usually smiling. She was one of those effervescent people, the kind that everyone enjoyed being around, full of life and innocence. If Carole had any faults, it wasn’t in her physical appearance, but in her devout devotion to Deej, her willingness to do anything she could to please him. She wasn’t a rocket scientist by any means, barely passing high school, and this made her very easily manipulated, something Deej had always taken full advantage of in the six years they had dated before getting married. As they headed out Sunrise Boulevard towards the beach, they passed two sailors in their starched white uniforms, walking backwards with their arms stretched out and thumbs pointed up in the universal hitchhiking signal. Deej drove on past them without slowing, then an erotic thought crossed his mind, the thought of letting the two men enjoy some sex with his wife. His cock immediately responded to the image, half-rising in his pants. Deej turned right at the next street and went halfway around the block, stopping behind an auto dealership. He put the car in park and turned to Carole who was looking at him with a puzzled look on her face. Without explaining his motives, Deej reached behind Carole’s back, leaning her forward slightly, and undid the buttons to her dress, then quickly undid the clasps on her bra. The elastic in the straps around her chest relaxed, permitting her lovely breasts to swing free, but still partially restrained by the cups of her bra. Still not saying anything, Deej pulled the wide straps of the sleeveless dress off her shoulders and eased them down her arms, letting the top portion of her dress fall in her lap. Deej then removed her free-hanging bra and threw it in the back with her panties. He lifted her face to his and kissed her passionately while he teasingly massaged her breasts, lightly twisting each nipple in turn until they became hard and erect, jutting out from her white mounds of flesh like miniature cocks. Carole was used to Deej undressing her in this manner and didn’t object as she returned his probing kiss with equal passion, quickly aroused by Deej’s touch and kiss, her legs spreading even wider in response to the flood of heat she felt rising in her crotch. Deej broke off his arousal of Carole just as abruptly as he had begun, slipping her arms back in her dress and then pulling it back up on her shoulders. He didn’t re-button her dress, letting the top gap open slightly at the back, the scoop neck of the bodice drooping just enough to show the delicious cleavage of her breasts, making it obvious that there was no confining bra beneath the dress, her erect nipples clearly indenting the soft material. As he put the car in drive, Deej reached into Carole’s lap and pulled the hem of her dress down to mid-thigh and then pulled back onto the road. He made a circuit of the block and ended up back on Sunrise, still heading toward the beach. Deej crossed his fingers mentally in hopes that the two sailors hadn’t caught a ride while he prepared Carole. Just as he rounded a long curve in the highway, he saw the white suits glaring in the overhead sun about two blocks ahead and he smiled, happy that he hadn’t missed the opportunity to pick them up. Deej slowed the car as he approached the two men, gliding slowly past them for a couple of car lengths before stopping. Carole immediately sensed Deej’s purpose in stopping for the hitchhikers. He had suggested they pick someone up before when they were driving around but didn’t do it after Carole protested tearfully. “No, Deej. Please don’t,” Carole whined. “Don’t pick them up.” “Aww, don’t worry about it, baby. I’m just going to give them a ride,” Deej attempted to assuage Carole’s alarm as he watched the two men hurry towards the stopped car in the rear view mirror. “It’s too hot out there to be walking,” he explained further as the two reached the car. Deej operated the electric window on Carole’s side of the car and called out to the men as they reached the car door. “Hey, where you guys headed?” A dark-haired handsome face appeared at the window, “We’re trying to make it to the beach,” he explained breathlessly. “Didn’t know it was so far from the port. This is the way to the beach, isn’t it?” Deej nodded, then answered, “Yeh, it’s this direction, but you still have about three miles to go.” He noticed the handsome sailor was furtively looking Carole over, his eyes lingering on her breasts for several seconds before he looked back at Deej. “Well, come on, get in. We’re going the same way.” Handsome cheerfully expressed his thanks and relief, “Gee, man, thanks. My sea legs aren’t used to all this walking.” He pulled on the door handle and swung the door wide, then spoke to his friend, “C’mon, Chip, they’re going to give us a ride.” As Carole leaned forward, the dark haired sailor pulled the passenger seat forward and held it for his friend, who finally came into view. Chip wasn’t as tall as the one who spoke, but was still good-looking in his white uniform, now wrinkled from the heat and slight perspiration of their walk, his sandy hair cropped close to his head in the current style.pornAs he bent over to get in the back seat, Deej could see that half of the back seat was taken up by a large folded-up carpet his aunt had left in the car and he realized that there was only room for one in the back. ‘Perfect,’ he thought, then suggested, “One of you will have to sit up front. I forgot about the carpet.” Chip spoke up from the back seat, “Todd, you lucky ass! You must have known we both couldn’t sit back here.” Chip laughed as he joked with his partner, then realized the word he had used, immediately apologizing, “Oh, ma’am, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have used a cuss word.” His face turned a little red as he thought about using cuss words in front of someone he didn’t even know. Deej laughed, “What? You mean ass’? Hell, that’s not bad. And ass isn’t a cuss word, so don’t worry about it.” As he spoke over his shoulder to the sandy-haired sailor, Deej put his arm around Carole’s shoulders as a pretense of pulling her closer to make room for the sailor named Todd, his arm slipping behind her back to her waist with his hand resting on her hip. He added for both men’s benefit, “And, besides, fellas, we’re all about the same age, so you don’t have to watch your language.” Chip was still embarrassed by his faux pas, “Well, I still apologize. It’s just that on the ship, every other word is a cuss word and I forget myself when I’m on shore.” Todd chided his friend as he closed the passenger door, “That’s my buddy for you. Always too polite. Guess it’s his southern raising.” To show he could also be polite, Todd stuck out his hand to Deej, “By the way, I’m Todd and that clown back there is Chip.” Deej took his hand and clasped it firmly, “Hi. I’m Deej and this little beauty is Carole.” He gave Carole’s waist a hug as part of his introduction. She smiled first at Deej and then turned to the man sitting closely next to her and softly, in a little-girl voice, greeted, “Hi. Nice to meet you both.” Deej drove slowly towards the beach, making small talk as he drove while he brainstormed for an idea on how to accomplish his goal. From the small talk he learned that they were in port for the next three days, had never been to Fort Lauderdale before, and their ship was a navy supply ship, nothing glamorous, as Todd had put it. Deej used his hand on Carole’s hip to slowly work the hem of her dress up, moving it a fraction of an inch at a time, hoping she wouldn’t notice the gradual expanse of skin he was revealing to the man on her right. Deej had become aware that the tall sailor had been staring at the creamy tan of her legs, his eyes darting at times to the top of her dress as he leaned back in the seat for a better view of Carole’s breasts. Chip had propped his arms on the top of the front seat with his head between Todd and Carole and was looking intently down her top. From his position, he was able to see most of her lovely grapefruit-sized tits, seeing just to the edge of her dark-pink aureole, hoping she would move somehow so he could catch a glimpse of her nipples as they pressed against her thin summer dress. Todd had been sitting with his hands on his knees but had gradually moved his hands up his legs until the back of his fingers were against Carole’s smooth thighs. One glance at his crotch indicated to Deej that the close proximity to the very pretty girl was having quite an effect on the emboldened sailor. Deej finally came up with an idea to make things a lot more interesting as he asked the two men, “You guys going swimming when you get to the beach?” Todd spoke for both of them as his hand slid against Carole’s outer thigh, “Yeah, we got our swim trunks on under our uniforms. Hope the water’s nice.” Deej acted as if an idea just hit him. “Well, hey, how about we join you? Looks like a nice day to go swimming.” Todd and Chip chimed in together, “Why, sure. That would be fun. We don’t know where to go on the beach, anyway.” “Great!” Deej replied. “We’ll have to go to our house to get our swim suits, though. We don’t live far from here, so it’ll only take a few minutes.” Deej pulled Carole more to him in a friendly hug, letting his hand pull her dress up to her hip as caused her to lean to him on her left hip, revealing the line of her tan contrasted against the whiteness of her rounded hip. “How about it, sugar? Want to go swimming?” Carole wasn’t even aware that half her ass was showing as she beamed, “Uh-huh. I’d love it.” Deej made a quick u-turn on the almost-deserted highway and headed towards their house, holding Carole in the leaning position, hoping the men would see her exposed skin and the fact that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Looking out of the corner of his eye as he hurried down the road, Deej could see that both of the men hadn’t missed the view but were staring down at the car seat, their eyes admiring the curve of Carole’s pale ass, Todd’s cock echoing the thoughts that must have been rushing through his mind. Five minutes after making the u-turn, Deej pulled up in their carport and the four of them piled out of the car and went inside. As soon as they had stepped in the door into the kitchen, Carole announced, “I’ll go change into my suit. There’s no place on the beach to change.” Deej stopped her with an arm around her tiny waist, “Hey, just a minute, baby. Maybe the guys want a drink or something first.” He turned to pose the question to the two men standing just inside the door, “How about it, guys? Beer? Soda?” Chip grinned, “I’d like a beer. Be good after that long walk.” Todd added to the request, “Hmm, I’d like one, too, if you don’t mind giving one to someone under age.” Deej laughed, “Well, you can’t be far from twenty-one, so who cares?” Todd congratulated Deej on his estimate, “Hey, you hit it on the head. We’re both twenty.” Carole looked surprised as she confessed, “Really? That’s what I am. I just turned twenty in February.” Deej feigned disappointment, “Shit, looks like I’m the old man here. I’m twenty-three.” They all laughed at his deprecating remark, with Chip reassuring that he didn’t look like an old man. Carole got three beers out of the refrigerator and a soda for herself, and then pulled out chairs at the dining room table for the two men. She took a few sips of her drink and then announced, “I’m going to change.” As soon as she was out of earshot, Todd remarked, “Hope you don’t mind, Deej, but I gotta say your wife is really beautiful.” Deej shrugged as though the compliment to his wife was expected, “Yeah, she is. But you ain’t seen nothing yet. Wait till you see her in a bathing suit.” Chips eyebrows shot up, and then he said appraisingly, “Man, I bet she’s a knock out.” Deej stood up, “You guys want a preview?” Todd looked at him quizzically, “What do mean, Deej?” Deej held his finger to his lips and motioned for them to follow him, then started tiptoeing to their closed bedroom door. By his estimate, Carole should be about ready to slip into her bathing suit and should be completely naked. He waited until the two men had snuck up to stand behind him and then, quietly turning the door handle, he opened the door suddenly. Like a deer caught in the headlights of a car, Carole stood frozen, bending over the dresser drawer where she kept her bathing suit, her eyes wide with shock as the three men stood in the doorway staring at her naked body. Her breasts jiggled slightly when she was startled by the opening door, giving her naked form an even more erotic quality. In a matter of seconds, Carole recovered and screamed, “Deej!” then stood up straight with her arms crossed in front of her breasts, not thinking about the rest of her body revealed to the leering men, the pressure of her arms across her breasts making them bulge a little above her tiny limbs. When she saw that each of the men were staring at the tawny-colored pubic hair, she quickly dropped one arm and covered her patch with her hand, leaving more of her ample breasts exposed for viewing. Carole screamed again, “Deej! Get out of here!” She turned as she yelled angrily and grabbed her dress off of the bed and held it in front of her.audio sex storiesDeej crossed the short distance between him and Carole in two long strides and snatched the dress from her hands with a smile, “Now, baby, don’t be that way. We just want to look.” He tossed the dress over the bed and grasped both of Carole’s wrists in his strong hands, pulling her arms over her head. Deej continued to hold her arms over her head as he stepped behind Carole and presented her full frontal view to the two sailors. “See, guys? Here’s the preview.” Carole struggled as the two men stepped further into the bedroom, each of them devouring her sexy body with their eyes. Deej pulled Carole’s hands behind her back as she struggled to get free, her breasts now accentuated by the position of her arms behind her, the jiggling flesh bouncing as she fought against Deej’s grip. “Deej, please!” Carole pleaded. “Don’t do this.” Deej only laughed, then invited the two watching the struggle, “Feel her tits, guys. Feel how firm they are.” Seeing the two hesitate, Deej invited again, “Go on, get a feel.” Todd was the first one to step forward. He ran his fingertips over the white flesh tentatively, and then squeezed one breast with his fingers spread wide. “Mmm, they’re nice,” he commented, as he gripped a nipple between a thumb and finger and rolled it like a pencil. Chip joined him and began massaging the other breast as he echoed Todd’s sentiments. “Yeh, nice. Very nice. Carole, you sure have some nice breasts. Nice body, too.” Chip dropped his mouth to the breast he was holding and began to fervently suck on the nipple, enveloping the wrinkled, pink aureole with his lips. Deej could feel Carole’s resistance lessen, the muscles in her arms no longer straining to free herself. He crossed her wrists and held them with one hand while he used his other hand to stroke Carole’s body, caressing the cheeks of her ass then bringing his hand around to her belly and sensually rubbing it, letting his fingers brush through her soft pubic hairs. Deej felt Carole relax even more and when Todd lowered his mouth to the nipple he had been rolling, Deej heard Carole gasp. Deej took that as a sign and slipped his hand between her legs, his fingers stroking up and down the slit of her pussy. One thing he had learned about Carole since he had first met her was that once she was fingered, her resistance to anything completely crumbled and she became a first-class slut. That was precisely what Deej was aiming for as he slipped his middle finger in her hot tunnel. He felt Carole open her legs as her pussy lips blossomed like a flower in spring searching for the sun, opening wide for a visit from a bee. Deej released Carole’s arms from his grip and was pleased to see her place a hand on each sailor’s head caressingly as the two sucked on her distended nipples. Deej knew all the right spots to touch in Carole’s now-dripping pussy and he knew how sensitive her nipples were. He also knew when she was ready to fuck, all the tell-tale signs, her rapid breathing, the heat of her body, her hands becoming almost hot to the touch, her soft mewing sounds she made through half-parted lips. He saw those signs now as Carole stood bow-legged so his probing fingers could freely access the insides of her pussy and he heard her moan softly, her head tilted back, her eyes narrow slits, sleepily peering out at nothing. Deej knew that when she was in this state, she’d fuck anything, a dog or even a coke bottle if there was nothing else around. He slipped his slickened finger out of her pussy, eliciting a regretful groan from her, and took his pants off, throwing them in a corner of the room. Stepping back to the three locked in sexual throes, Deej took Carole by the shoulders and pulled her away from the two sucking sailors then pushed her down to the edge of the bed in a sitting position, her legs spread wide, her eyes still possessing that dreamy look. Deej stepped between her legs and rested his cock against her full lips. Carole’s mouth immediately opened and she sucked his hardened rod into her mouth, her tongue working feverishly over the head as she slid the man meat in and out of her mouth hungrily, her sucking almost as satisfying to her as having a cock deep in her pussy. Todd stepped up next to Deej and incredulously asked, “Will she go all the way? Will she suck mine, too?” Deej nodded and pulled his saliva-coated cock out of Carole’s mouth. “Sure, man, she’ll suck and swallow. She loves it. Try her.” Todd didn’t need any further encouragement as he took Deej’s place and guided his long, thin, cock to Carole’s hungry lips. As soon as her hot mouth closed around Todd’s cock, he let out a low groan and hunched his hips upward. Carole took the hint and slipped the entire length of Todd’s eight inches inside her, his cock pushing past the opening to her throat as she deep-throated him with lascivious gusto. Deej let Carole give Todd a sample of her masterful sucking before interrupting. “Lie down, Todd. Let her blow you while Chip fucks her. We have to give the hot little whore some cock in her pussy to keep her going.” Todd did as Deej recommended, settling back on the bed with his legs spread. Carole quickly got between his legs and resumed her mouth-loving of Todd’s veinous prick. Chip hardly waited for her to get back to sucking Todd’s cock before he was on the bed behind her, rubbing his dick up and down her greasy cunt until he found the prized opening. Chip’s cock wasn’t huge, but he did seem to be experienced in how to used it as he slowly stroked it in and out of Carole’s clenching cunt, occasionally rotating his hips in circles while it was embedded fully in her hot pussy, the stiff rod rubbing against her clit with each rotation. Deej watched as he saw Carole’s toes arch upward, another telltale sign that she was enjoying an orgasm. Her hips would lunge backward as Chip shoved forward in an attempt to get even more of his cock inside her, to feel the head push against her tender inner walls. Carole would climax just as easily from the sensation of a dick igniting the nerves in her vagina walls as she would from the excitement of her clit and whenever she fucked, she would work to capture that sensation. The three bodies on the bed remained locked in sexual heat for at least fifteen minutes before Chip couldn’t resist the urge any longer and shot his load in Carole with loud grunts. The heat of his cum splashing inside her caused Carole to have another orgasm, her toes curling painfully as she moaned around Todd’s still stiff cock. When Chip climbed off the bed and headed for the bathroom, Todd lifted Carole’s sucking mouth off his cock and pulled her up on top of him. He grasped his dripping cock and slid it in her pussy, folding his legs up so that his knees spread Carole’s legs wide as he humped his hips up and down, sinking his long tool deep inside her. Deej used the opportunity to get on the bed behind Carole and used the ample precum of his cock to wet her asshole. With a couple of well-aimed pushes, he had his cock buried up her ass. Deej could feel Todd’s cock beneath his as the tip slid against the insides of Carole’s vagina, rubbing up the entire length of Deej’s prick. The combination of her burning hot bowels, the twisting of her pelvis and the constriction of her sphincter and Todd’s rubbing of his cock through the thin partition of skin proved too much for Deej’s resolve to last. He emptied his cum inside Carole’s rectum inside of five minutes. A fast fuck, but a very satisfying fuck. Deej got off the bed and went to the bathroom to clean his shit-stained dick, pleased to see that he was keeping his erection. When he returned to the bedroom, Todd was still stroking his long poker in and out of Carole’s convulsing pussy. Chip had joined them on the bed, kneeling beside Todd’s head, his cock being sucked frantically by the sex-crazed Carole. Todd finally succumbed to the thrill of Carole’s pussy and spurted wads of cum deep inside her. He slid out from under Carole’s perspiring body and stood by the bed while she continued to suck Chips dick. It was surprising her jaw muscles didn’t cramp up, but to Carole’s credit, she never slowed her expert ministrations until Chip had given her his cum to swallow. They never made it to the beach, but spent the afternoon using Carole’s beautiful body in every way the three men could imagine. Carole certainly didn’t object, her sexual appetite awakened and insatiable. When the men were too exhausted to perform any longer despite Carole’s attempts at reviving their deflated cocks, they watched as she fingered her reddened pussy and gathered close around the bed when she switched to using a beer bottle to satisfy her voracious urge to continue climaxing. While the three were watching Carole as she made herself cum for what seemed the umpteenth time, Todd made the comment, “Man, I bet the other guys on the ship would love to get some of her. Looks like she could handle all thirty of them and still want more.” Deej looked at Todd with a devious look, “Hmm, that sounds interesting, Todd. Really think they’d want some of her ass?” Todd was amazed at the question, “You kidding? They’d kill for a chance to fuck her!” Chip chimed in, “Yeah, most of them haven’t had any pussy in a month or more!” Deej had to pursue the idea, becoming consumed by the thought of Carole getting gang-banged by so many men. “Hey, you guys think we could get on board the ship?” Todd gave it a moments thought before answering, “Well, I think so. The only one that might see us coming on board would be the chief, and from the stories he’s told, once he got a look at her, he wouldn’t care if we gave her the ship.” Chip laughed, “Yeah, the horny ol’ bastard would even give her a year’s pay to get some of that pussy. He won’t be any problem.” Deej was now getting excited over the possibility, “Let’s do it! C’mon, let’s sneak her on your ship and let all your buddies fuck her!” Carole was listening intently as the men discussed their plan, but said nothing, continuing to work the neck of the beer bottle in and out of her swollen pussy, her eyes closed dreamily, her mind imagining what it would be like to have cock after cock shoved in her. Maybe, just maybe, that many cocks could quench the deep, unfathomable hunger that possessed her body, a desire she couldn’t comprehend and never knew was buried deep within her subconscious, only knowing that she had to have satisfaction of her newly discovered hunger. Deej interrupted Carole’s erotic thoughts, having to repeat his words twice before they sunk into her consciousness, “Get up, baby. Go get cleaned up and we’ll have some real fun.” Once Deej’s words had bypassed Carole’s sensual thoughts, she got off the bed and hurried to the bathroom, the three men watching as she pranced past them nude, admiring her curvy ass, the swing of her full breasts. When she returned to the bedroom, Deej had selected what he wanted her to wear for their evening’s adventure and handed the single piece of clothing to her. It was a short, white terry cloth beach robe that fastened only with a cloth belt. Carole grinned as Deej handed the robe to her, knowing how he liked her to wear it with nothing but a pair of high heel shoes. The robe barely reached no more than three to four inches below her crotch, and if Carole wasn’t careful when she walked, the robe would open slightly below her waist and reveal her trimmed bush for all to see. Carole laid the robe on the bed and pulled open a drawer of the dresser, then selected a pair of lace panties. When Deej saw what she was about to do, he took the panties from her hand and admonished, “You won’t be needing those, sexy. Just put the robe on and that pair of open-toed high-heeled sandals. That’s all you’re going to need.” Carole modestly objected, “But Deej, I can’t go out in public without SOMEthing on under my robe!” Deej through the panties on the bed, the see-through lace landing on the pussy-juice coated beer bottle, “Nah, baby. Don’t worry about it. You won’t be in public, anyway.” Carole shrugged and picked the robe up and slipped it on, then stepped to the open closet and slipped her feet into her sandals, aware of the six eyes focused on her body. Chip whistled as Carole turned to face them, “Damn! She sure looks good in that robe!” The other two men nodded in agreement as they studied the pretty girl standing in front of them, her sandals accentuating every curve of her seductive legs, twisting her pelvis backward and making her butt even more pronounced. The soft material of the robe only gave a hint of Carole’s bountiful breasts as it parted slightly from the fullness of her globes pushing against it, revealing just enough of the crevice between the white mounds to tantalize. Deej interrupted the men’s appraisal of his wife, “Let’s get going gang. It’s already dark out, and time’s awasting.” The four of them piled into the Corvair and Deej headed to Port Everglades, his thoughts playing out in advance the ensuing night’s entertainment, hopeful that the two sailors could pull it off. At Todd’s direction, Deej pulled into a parking spot in the deserted lot several feet from the pier where their ship was docked. Todd told them all to wait in the car while he went to talk to the chief. The three remaining watched him as he walked across the darkened pavement and made his way up the gangplank. They could see Todd enter a door on the upper deck and disappear from view. Deej couldn’t see anyone else in the dim lights illuminating the ship and he turned in his seat to face Chip in the back. “Where is everyone, Chip? I don’t see a soul on the deck.” Chip leaned forward and explained, “Probably all in the day room or in their bunks. Not much to do on a Sunday when we’re in port. Just watch TV, read, or play cards. Some may still be on leave, looking for excitement.” Deej commented, “Well, they won’t find much around here right now. There’s a few bars, but they’re pretty dead on a Sunday. And the closest girlie clubs are down near Hollywood or clear into Miami.” It seemed like at least a half-hour had passed before they saw Todd reappear on the deck and make his way down the gangplank, although it was probably no more than fifteen or twenty minutes. Todd hurried across the pavement to the car and the three watching him could see a broad smile on his face as he jauntily strode up to the car. He opened the passenger door but didn’t get in, leaning over to exclaim enthusiastically, “It’s all set. The chief said the captain was sleeping off his latest drunk and the lieutenant is still on shore. His final words were get your ass moving’.”sexChip laughed, “Just like him. The old bastard gets impatient when he thinks he’s going to get some.” He pushed the front seat forward and got out of the car, revealing his own impatience to start an evening of fun. Deej followed Chip’s example and got out on the driver’s side while Carole slid across the seat and got out to stand beside Todd and Chip, her sliding action on the seat giving the two sailors a good view of her pussy. They all walked toward the ship, Carole between Todd and Chip, their arms encircling her waist and ass, with Deej strolling behind, watching Carole’s robe ride up her sweet butt cheeks. When they got to the gangplank, Todd took the lead, followed by Carole and then Chip, with Deej taking up the rear. Deej had to laugh when Chip commented on the view of Carole’s ass as she went up the steps in front of him. In a show of modesty, Carole made a vain attempt to cover her rear with the robe when Chip made his remark, causing the rambunctious My life took a serious turnaround when my husband died. My daughter Amber and I were left alone in our…
  4. telugu leave letter...My nineteen year old cousin DJ had been coming to spend two weeks with me during the summer ever since… One evening I chatted with a man online who expressed interest in a real meeting. He sent me a pic of himself and I must say I found him to be very sexy. The pic showed a very good looking black man, about 6′ 4,” 220 lbs dressed in a t shirt that showed off his strong muscular frame. He seemed very nice as we chatted and I finally consented to meeting him at a motel. I was very excited as we firmed up the details of our meeting and couldn’t wait to get to the motel and get ready for him. I got to the motel early and began preparing myself for my new boyfriend’s arrival. I stripped immediately and excitedly went to the bathroom to begin my transformation into the sexy girl I so much want to be. I put on eye makeup, blush and then bright red lip stick that matched the polish on my pretty toes. When my makeup was complete I donned my red mini dress and black stockings. I then put on my wig — I looked in the mirror and loved the way my dress accentuated my shapely legs. I pranced around the room watching myself in the mirror for a while and then suddenly noticed a Hispanic man apparently from the housekeeping staff peer in the window as he passed by. I suddenly realized that I had left the curtain of the large window that encompassed the entire outside wall of the room next to the door open a couple of feet. They could actually see me! I sat on the bed crossing my legs and watched other staff members pass by, some across the parking area and others right outside my room. They all seemed to look in my direction as they passed. As I sat there a young pretty Hispanic woman looked into the window and gave me an amused smirk. I was embarrassed and excited – not knowing whether I should shut the curtains or to display myself for their amusement. Knowing they could see me thrilled me. I just sat there for a few minutes allowing these strangers to see me dressed as a sissy slut. I finally decided to put on my 4″ heels as the time of my new boyfriend’s arrival was quickly approaching. Once I had attached the ankle straps I stood and admired my reflection in the mirror. I couldn’t believe how sexy I looked. I sat there and waited anxiously for him to arrive. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Startled and excited I jumped up and approached the door. I immediately drew the curtains realizing that I didn’t want the housekeeping staff to be able to see me now as I pleased my lover. I then opened the door and smiled nervously at the beautiful black man standing in the doorway. He returned my meek smile with a confident grin as he entered the room and closed the door behind him. He immediately wrapped his huge arms around me and pulled me against his strong chest as he gazed down into my eyes. He kissed me tenderly at first and then he reached down cupping my ass in one large hand as he kissed me with increased passion probing my open mouth with his tongue. I felt so small, so feminine as he consumed me in his tight embrace. I loved how he was making me feel. All I could think about at that moment was how I wanted him to make me his special girlfriend. We kissed and licked each other for a few minutes still standing just inside the door. He suddenly broke off the kiss and told me to take his cock out. Nervously I unbuckled his belt and undid his pants pulling them down over his muscular ass cheeks. I held his semi erect cock in my hand realizing how incredibly thick and long it was in its near flaccid state. I loved the way it felt in my hand, so smooth and warm, as I caressed its length. I stared at it as it began to grow longer and harder making my hand appear so small, so dainty as I tried to wrap my fingers around its girth. As I teased the bulbous head I gazed dreamily up into his dark eyes. He was so gorgeous! His friendly expression suddenly became very serious which made me feel very uneasy and I averted my eyes from his now icy stare. “You want to be my girl?” he asked sternly. “Oh yes” I replied as I smiled coyly up at him. “I’ll do anything for you” I assured him. He smirked and then seemed to become impatient and pushed me effortlessly to my knees before him. I stared up at him questioningly as I fell to my knees and then realized what he wanted from me as my eyes now fell upon his beautiful thick manhood now inches from my face. “Suck it you little whore” he demanded as he rubbed his huge erection over my face. His humiliating words cut through me as I realized how much I wanted him to make me his whore. I knew I would do anything to please him. I wanted desperately for him to want me. Nervously I lightly licked the head and tongued my way down the side of his long thick shaft to the base and then back up the other side. I was amazed and thrilled to taste the taut skin of his big black cock. I looked at the purplish head of his dick for a second and then hungrily engulfed as much of the head and shaft as I could in my mouth. My mouth was stretched wide as I crammed about four inches of it in and began sucking it passionately. His hot, hard cock felt so wonderful sliding in and out of my mouth as I stroked the remaining five inches of his immense shaft with both hands. I wanted it so much. I felt so sexy, so feminine as I lovingly kissed, licked and sucked his magnificent manhood. Suddenly I heard the curtains being opened and glanced up to see that he had drawn them open a few feet. I tried to protest but he grabbed my head in his strong hands and pulled my mouth over his huge cock muffling my cries. As I sucked him I peered up at the window, my eyes tearing, praying that no one would pass by as they had earlier. “Show our friend outside how you like to suck cock” he laughed as he ravaged my poor little mouth with his big cock. Suddenly I noticed a figure at the window and quickly looked up to see the Hispanic man who had peered in at me earlier standing there staring down at me. I was terrified and tried to struggle against the tight grip of my boyfriend’s big strong hands. Unable to free myself I helplessly knelt before him, his cock fucking in and out of my mouth, as the Hispanic man watched intently at the window.tiny sexy girl photoI was so embarrassed as my boyfriend pulled his cock out of my mouth and made me beg for it as he rubbed it over my lips in front of this total stranger. My eyes filled with tears as I pleaded with him to close the curtains and let me suck him some more. “If you want it beg me, the curtain stays open,” he taunted. I glanced at the man staring at me from outside the window and then looked pleadingly up at the imposing figure who now controlled me so completely. “Please let me suck your beautiful cock,” I begged as both men seemed to smile at my humiliation. After a few moments hesitation which seemed to intensify my embarrassment he told me to open my mouth. I opened obediently awaiting his cock to enter, but instead he slapped it against my lips and face and laughed at me as I tried desperately to catch it between my lips. Finally he allowed me to take it into my mouth and I sucked him hungrily no longer aware or caring about the man outside witnessing my submission. After a minute or so he pulled away and to my relief closed the curtains. He then went to a nearby chair and stripped off the rest of his clothes. He was absolutely beautiful, a lean, body builders shape with rippling arms, chest, abs and legs. I just stared at his impressive physique desperate to feel his nakedness against me. I began to approach him reaching for the huge horse cock that dangled down between his muscular thighs, but he extended his strong arm out and grasped me around the throat before I could reach him. “If you want me honey you have to entertain my friends first,” he said sternly. Confused, I looked into his eyes, “friends?” I asked fearfully. “Yeah” he said smiling, “they’re right outside”. With that he released his grip and sat down in the chair, his long cock hanging down over the edge. I implored him not to make me do it, “I want you, I promise I’ll do anything, but please don’t make me humiliate myself in front of your friends” I pleaded. “Do you want me?” he asked impatiently. “You know I do,” I said tearfully. “Open the door,” he demanded. I hesitated staring at him, longing to feel him again even if it was his fingers around my neck. I felt so excited by him, but frightened at the prospect of other men using me. I wanted him so much, and he knew I would submit to him. I felt I had no choice really. I knew if I didn’t open the door then he surely would. I slowly reached for the door knob and nervously cracked open the door and peeked out. At first I saw no one then two black men got out of a car across the parking lot and approached the room. One was tall and thin carrying two six packs of beer, the other was a very large man, quite heavy with a big round belly hanging over his jeans. When they reached the door I opened the door wider and stepped back both to conceal myself behind the door and to give them room to enter. Once inside they both turned to look me over as I closed the door. “So this is the little whore you been telling us about” the thin one laughed as he leered at me. “Yeah guys, this is Ricki,” my boyfriend answered still lounging naked in the chair. “Ricki go put something on that my friends will like,” he instructed pointing to the bathroom. I nervously retired to the bathroom aware of their eyes watching me as I walked across the room in my 4″ heels. I closed the bathroom door and removed my dress and donned the little black babydoll nightie he had told me to bring. Once I had it on I stared at myself in the mirror as I tried to get a grip on myself. I knew what I was going to do as conflicting emotions of sexual excitement and shame consumed me. I reentered the room and approached them in my sexiest walk swaying my hips and moving my arms in a dainty fashion. The fat guy laughingly complimented me on my pretty nightie which embarrassed me and thrilled me as I stood blushing before them I stood there awkwardly shifting from one foot to the other for a few moments until the thin one told me to turn for them and show them my ass. I hesitated and then meekly turned to show my naked ass cheeks peeking out from below my baby doll nightie. Just then my boyfriend instructed me to raise my nightie so they could see better. Humiliated I reached for the hem and lifted the nightie fully exposing my ass to their eyes. “She’s got a nice ass for fucking” the fat one said as he cracked open a beer. “Yeah I think we’re going to have fun with this little sissy slut” laughed the thin one. In the mirror I could see my boyfriend putting his pants back on and I turned toward him wondering what he was doing. He smiled at me, “I’m going to get some ice, entertain them until I get back,” he said as he left. Once the door closed the fat one came up behind me and ran his hand over my exposed ass cheeks and then slid his fingers along the crack of my ass. “Yeah honey you going to love me,” he whispered menacingly into my ear. I was frightened as I felt his fingers roughly coursing through the crack of my ass and his hot, smelly breath on my neck. I couldn’t believe I was submitting to these awful men. “I want to see her dance for us,” yelled the thin one from the bed where he sat drinking his beer. “Yeah, good idea,” agreed the fat guy as he sat back on the bed and took another long swig from his beer. The thin guy got up and turned the TV on to one of those music video stations and then sat in the chair where my boyfriend had been minutes before. “Dance baby!” he yelled. Embarrassed, but thankful that I didn’t have to feel the fat guy’s groping anymore I began to sway and move to the music. “Come on, get into it!” the fat one demanded. I began to move and turn for them allowing my nightie to swing out exposing my ass and little sissy dick. I was starting to really get into it as the door opened and my boyfriend stepped back into the room carrying a bucket of ice. He smiled at me approvingly as he set the ice down on the table by the window. I continued to twirl and jiggle my ass for them as they laughed and encouraged my sexy dance. Suddenly I heard the curtains open. Startled I turned quickly toward the window and saw that my boyfriend had opened it at least six feet. To my horror the Hispanic man who had witnessed me servicing my boyfriend earlier was standing there with two other men I had never seen before staring at me from right outside the window. I was so embarrassed and terrified I just stood there dumbfounded. “Keep dancing bitch,” yelled the fat guy. “Yes, dance for us,” my boyfriend demanded as he stood smirking by the door. Not knowing what else to do I began to move to the music again, a bit timidly at first as all six men observed me with amusement. As I began to once again twirl and shake for my audience I noticed another figure outside the room. It was the young woman from housekeeping who had seen me earlier. She was holding her hands to her mouth trying unsuccessfully to suppress her laughter as she watched me dance. My eyes welled up with tears as I tried desperately to continue my dance. Her eyes on me made me feel so embarrassed, more than I had ever been in my life. Moments later my boyfriend shut the curtains. “That’s enough of that, I think its time our little sissy paid us for all the fun she’s been having” he suggested. “Yeah bitch,” agreed the tall one as he got up and approached me. I felt a sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach as he pushed me to my knees and extracted his black cock from his jeans. Knowing what he wanted I immediately took his cock which was smaller than my boyfriend’s, but still quite long in my hand. I licked the head and continued planting kisses down its length to the base and then took his balls into my mouth and sucked lightly on them licking along the underside of them. He then turned around and bent over demanding that I lick his asshole. I obediently licked his puckered hole as I continued to stroke his now long rigid cock.taboo sex storyHe got down on his hands and knees causing me to do the same in order to have the right angle in which to service him. The thin black man reached back with one hand holding me by the back of my head as my tongue probed his smelly hole. Suddenly I could feel hands on my hips and fingers greasing my exposed asshole. I realized the fat man was readying me for his cock which I had never even seen yet. I prayed he was not too big. I continued to rim the thin man’s asshole jerking his dick toward the floor as the fat man’s cock began to push against my little hole. As it jabbed its way in I cried out at the initial pain now realizing that he was indeed quite thick. He pushed it in another few inches and then withdrew plunging it in again without warning. I screamed as he continued ramming me with his thick black cock. The thin man turned around somewhat annoyed that I had been distracted from my service to him and got on his knees with his cock in my face. “Suck it bitch,” he demanded. “Yeah suck him while I fuck ya,” yelled the fat guy as he jammed his cock deep into my ass. I took the long hard cock before me into my mouth. Each time the fat man rammed me from behind the cock in my mouth plunged down my throat. Impaled at both ends I was helpless to control either of them. I choked and moaned as they relentlessly fucked me for what seemed like hours. Finally the cock in my mouth jerked as the thin man grunted releasing gobs of hot cum down my throat. I had no choice but to swallow it all. He left his spent cock in my mouth for a few moments as the fat man continued to savagely fuck my ass. As the once rigid pole began to wilt he slipped it out allowing me to now cry out loud as the thick cock rammed me from behind. Suddenly his grunts became louder and more frequent as he began to reach his own orgasm. “Cum baby!” I screamed praying for the vicious fucking to end. He made three quick final thrusts and exploded filling my ass with his hot cum. He immediately fell back dislodging himself from my rectum and I instinctively looked back at him. He laid there on the floor recovering with a satisfied, amused look on his face as he watched a river of his cum flow from my gaping hole. I then looked over at my boyfriend who had watched the whole thing from the chair by the window. He seemed pleased by what he had seen. That seemed to make what I had had to do worth it somehow. I was glad that he was pleased. I turned toward him and crawled on my hands and knees past the satiated fat man towards where my boyfriend sat. As I approached him he smiled at me and took hold of the beautiful manhood that hung between his muscular thighs holding it out inviting me to take it. I crawled up between his strong legs and kissed the underside of the thick shaft as he held it up for me. As I licked up the shaft I gazed into his eyes lovingly happy to be finally feeling his gorgeous body close to me. “Do me little whore” he said as he moved his hard butt to the edge of the chair. Desperate to please him the harsh words in no way deterred my enthusiasm. I licked him all over, his balls, pubic area down to his asshole. He raised his legs to his chest opening his little hole for me and I jabbed my tongue in as far as I could and ate him out. I was so excited – I couldn’t get my tongue in far enough to appease my craving. I licked and sucked his tight hole for a minute or so until he dropped his legs back to the floor preventing me from continuing. I immediately took hold of his hardening cock and kissed and licked my way to the bulbous head before taking it into my mouth. I passionately sucked, licked and kissed his beautiful black cock. In my mind I was making love, not just sucking cock. I never wanted anyone more than I wanted him at that moment. I wanted him to take me completely – to fuck me. Finally I could take it no more and shamefully begged him to fuck me. At first he didn’t reply, rather just sat there with an amused expression. “Please” I asked again as I gazed up at him. “Please fuck me,” I repeated somewhat embarrassed now realizing how desperate I sounded. He got up and stepped over me, his cock rubbing across my face as he did. I stood and began to turn towards him, but he stopped me and bent me over the chair with my hands gripping the armrests. He placed the huge head of his cock on my still wide open hole and pressed it in a few inches as I excitedly wiggled my ass invitingly. I winced at the initial penetration, but the pain subsided quickly do to the lubrication of the fat man’s cum. “Fuck me” I pleaded not caring if he hurt me. He pumped into me slowly at first and then fed more and more of his horse cock into my hole as his pace quickened. His cock felt so good in my ass I began to jerk on my little sissy dick excitedly. I screamed in pain and ecstasy as he plunged his huge cock deep into my hungry hole filling it completely. He pounded away at my defenseless little hole as I supported myself with one hand and jerked wildly at my rock hard dick with the other. Suddenly his hot cum jetted deep into my ass sending me into my own orgasm my cum splattering onto the seat cushion. When he pulled out I fell to my knees exhausted overcome by both what he had done to me and my own orgasm. I laid there a few moments and then looked up to see him getting dressed. The others were already dressed and were walking out the door. When they had gone I asked him if I could see him again. “Maybe” is all he said. When he had finished dressing he too left. I just knelt there on the floor foolishly thinking that he would return as I heard the engine start and the car pull away. I was ashamed of how I had let them use me. It made me feel like such a whore. I still wanted him though and I knew I would let him use me again if I had the chance. Just as I was about to get ready to leave there was a knock on the door. Startled I just stared at the door a few moments wondering who was at the door and too frightened to answer it. Then I thought maybe my boyfriend didn’t leave with the others, maybe he had stayed behind. I got up and went to the door placing my hand on the knob, but didn’t turn it. “Who is it?” I asked timidly through the door. “Open up,” a man’s voice yelled from the other side of the door. He was obviously not my boyfriend, I didn’t recognize the voice at all, but he had a Spanish or Hispanic accent. “Who are you?” I asked nervously. “You better open up now or I’m calling the police — I saw what you were doing in there,” he said sternly. I stood there frozen, suddenly terrified at the truly public humiliation a visit from the police would bring. Things like that make the papers and I couldn’t risk that. I then peeked through the peep hole in the door and saw the Hispanic man who had seen me sucking off my boyfriend. I could guess that he wanted some of the same and figured that was better than getting into trouble. “Oh what the hell,” I sighed as I reached for the door knob again and opened the door as I stepped back peeking around it as he entered. He immediately took hold of my arm and pulled me toward the bed swinging me around causing me to lose my balance and fall on the bed on my back. As soon as I hit the bed I sat back up and saw the two men and the young woman who had watched me dance for my boyfriend and his friends as they entered the room. As I stared up at them in shock they moved forward and stood around me. “You want some more cock baby?” the Hispanic man said laughingly grabbing his crotch.xxx nude erotic photoThe other two men, also Hispanic I think, just stood their leering at me as the woman giggled and stared at me. I didn’t know what to say, I was overwhelmed with fear and embarrassment and just sat there hoping they would not force me to do anything. “Maria wants to see you do it,” announced the older man standing by the woman. “Don’t you,” he laughed as he put his arm around her as she covered her mouth shyly and giggled uncontrollably. As I averted my eyes from Maria’s humiliating gaze I saw that the Hispanic man who had watched me giving head through the window had unbuckled his pants and was now holding his fat cock before me. I looked up at him pleadingly and shook my head in silent refusal hoping that he would not make me do it in front of Maria and the others. “Suck it you little slut — You know you want it” he demanded as he moved closer rubbing the tip against my face making me pull back surprised at the sudden contact. “Please, NO,” I protested as I moved back on the bed my legs now partially dangling off the bed. Suddenly he jumped on top of me crawling over me until I was forced onto my back with his weight on my chest and his cock inches from my lips. Helpless I stared up at him as he rubbed his cock over my clenched lips while the others moved around so they could get a better look. “Lick it bitch,” commanded my captor as he tried to pry my lips apart with his now rigid tool. Realizing I had no choice I relented parting my lips and extending my tongue to the head of his cock as he slapped it again my open lips. Suddenly he moved forward and pushed it against the gap in my lips forcing them to open wide as he jammed his cock deep into my mouth. Supporting himself over me with his hands he fucked my mouth relentlessly as I desperately tried to accommodate his rhythm to avoid choking. As he pummeled my face one of the other men, I didn’t know which at the time raised my legs and jammed his cock into my sore little asshole. I tried to scream as the cock in my ass began to furiously ram me only managing a loud grunt with my mouth filled with cock. They fucked me for what seemed an eternity when finally the cock fucking my mouth released its load far down my throat gagging me for an instant as I by reflex gulped it down. As he pulled his cock out and rolled to the side I could see Maria watching me intently with a glazed look on her face as the older man massaged her ample breasts through her shirt. They watched, mezmerized as the other man, a younger, but ugly man with a rutty face and a few teeth missing, fucked me savagely. Unwilling to look at the horrible man as he abused my burning asshole I stared into Maria’s eyes suddenly feeling a sort of kinship with her as the old man groped her. Up until that moment she had seemed a willing participant, but now she seemed to be submitting to the men as I was. I watched as he opened her shirt and pulled her bra up allowing her large breasts to flop free jiggling as they settled on her chest. She showed no pleasure in her face, just an acceptance, her eyes now gazing sadly toward the floor as he fondled her. I watched the scene before me distracted somewhat from the disgusting man fucking my poor, now gaping asshole. After a few moments he pulled out much to my relief and walked around the bed to where the couple stood leaving me alone on the bed. As he approached she sullenly stripped away her remaining clothes exposing herself fully to us. “Maria, finish me off,” he commanded as he reached for her squeezing her milky white flesh in his dirty hand. . I laid there unable to take my eyes off her as she obediently knelt and took his hard cock, soiled from my ass into her mouth. The old man stepped back and observed her approvingly as he peeled off his pants revealing a somewhat small, but rigid penis amidst a bush of grey pubic hair. As she sucked the dirty cock in her mouth he grabbed fist full of her long hair wrapping it around his cock as he stroked himself. All but forgotten by the trio I laid there on the bed where they had left me stroking my own cock as I watched the spectacle before me. The younger man began thrusting in earnest as his orgasm seemed to be mounting while she struggled to keep up… Then suddenly he grunted loudly as he shot his load down her throat. Moments later as he pulled his wet dick from her tired mouth the old man ejaculated spraying his cum into her hair and over the side of her face. When he was done he let go of her cum drenched hair allowing it to fall matted and wet against her face. She remained kneeling completely nude on the floor, almost expressionless, just gazing at the floor in front of her. I sat there no longer stroking my dick overwhelmed with pity for the poor girl I had moments before found so erotic as she was used by these men. My thoughts were suddenly dismissed as the old man sternly instructed me to kneel beside Maria on the floor. Slowly I crawled off the bed and took a position next to her on the carpet. The men moved in front of us, the young beast of a man stood before me as the old man moved in front of Maria. At first I thought they wanted us to clean there sticky cocks or suck them again, but then to my horror I realized what they were going to do to us. The young man smiled a toothless grin down into my frightened eyes as he began to pee on me. I grimaced shutting my eyes tight as his smelly urine streamed onto my face and hair. I had never felt so humiliated, so degraded as I knelt there submissively while he showered me with his piss. When the stream finally subsided he made me take his dripping cock into my mouth and clean him. As I sucked the last drops of urine from the now flaccid dick I watched as the old man released a torrid of piss onto Maria’s face and cum drenched hair. “Open,” I heard him say and then watched in shock as he aimed the stream directly into her open mouth as she struggled to swallow as much of it as she could. When he was done she gulped down the last of it and licked the small soft flesh of his dick to his satisfaction. The men dressed and left within moments, probably needing to get back to work before they were missed, leaving Maria and I alone still sitting on the floor covered with piss and cum. I tried to say something to her, but she wouldn’t respond. She got up and went to the bathroom as I got up and sat on the bed. I could hear the water running in the shower as I removed my wet nightie and wig. Desperate to clean up myself I decided to go in and use the sink as she showered figuring modesty was no longer an issue between us. I removed my heels and damp stockings before entering the bathroom. As I washed my face and chest over the basin I watched the figure of the young girl in the shower behind me in the mirror. “She is very beautiful,” I remember thinking at the time making me feel both admiration and jealousy at the same moment. When she got out of the shower she scooped up her clothes and left the bathroom glancing up at me only once with a meek smile seeming somewhat embarrassed. I quickly followed her, “Can you stay with me for a little while?” I asked pathetically. She looked back at me as she pulled on her panties and smiled this time more broadly, “No, must work,” is all she said. I stood there leaning against the bathroom door frame as I watched her finish dressing and leave without another word or glance in my direction. I felt empty as I got into the hot shower and cleansed my body and mind of my ultimate submission. Comments & suggestions to Comment my story please.
  5. Rebecca and I had always felt a connection between us. We both did well at school and achieved good grades… There are laws, rules and morality in place to let a girl know and how to behave. The laws and rulings are laid down by men, and regardless of the restraints imposed, it’s about control, control of the female body, and her reproductive organs, her pleasure zones and thus, theirs.The Dutch religious sect that made a teenage daughter’s first bleed, a bath by her mother, and sent to her father’s bed, for her first sexual experience, was that bad in the eyes of whoever it was meant to offend, tell that to the man inside his daughter and enjoying that wondrous squeeze on his cock, his daughters tightness freely given with love and respect as he seeds her freely.All over the world females are used for sex, we all know and sense that, Kings of Britain have fucked girls as young as ten, and old men enjoyed our freshness and willingness of parents to curry favour by giving men access to their daughters bedrooms for money, even today, now as I write, in Thailand and the Philippines, young girls are being seeded, behind doors guarded by her parents, and all for a few ins and outs, as their old cocks are suctioned by her young pussy.As a girl myself, my world has been full of incidents of men wanting me for sex, from awakening at a family Summer party, in the early hours of the morning, with my uncles cock in my mouth and continuing to chew on it until my mouth was full of his cum, which I swallowed, to my dirty old grandfather who like those men I mentioned before, used to sneak into my bed and commit carnal knowledge with me, something my mother knew about, as she too had been subjected to the old mans 9″ cock thrusting, when she was just a wide eyed girl, granddad was a farmer and sex was a function, something my mother understood with four healthy brothers all growing up together and needing that moment of soft loving that only a mother or woman can provide.I am sure, as you read, many will have experienced similar, I just put these acts into words so others can see that the tabbooness is pointless, and if anything it adds to the poignancy of the act, I find my own orgasms are more powerful and deeply satisfying, and when you weigh it up, if you have to fuck, then just get out of it what you can, and throw yourself headlong into it, as I have done all my life.Read them all and tell me what ones you liked, indeed if you liked them all, there is no shame in that1.) A Girl’s First Love is her DaddySex is a powerful tool to wield against people, I know as I have been liberated by it, enriched by it, as a student I placed an old man’s hand on my bared breast, so he could feel my rigid nipple in his palm, that did the trick, way much better and far quicker than signing documents, I stayed at his place gratis free, providing I pleasured him whenever he needed my company, something that might have repulsed me, had my uncle and grandfather not taught me otherwise.youn girl sex storiesI was brought up by my father as a single parent. We were very close and I was a great comfort and solace when mother left.I married at 19 and left him alone as I moved away to another country, where my husband worked, and I got myself employment and we had a tremendous lifestyle of good weather and parties.As the years flew in, I suddenly realised one day I had not even spoken to him on the phone let alone go visit and spend time with him, and I felt very sad about that, as it had been nearly six years.My marriage was hitting a rough patch too, the lifestyle was starting to get boring and I felt we were just living for the day and not putting roots down, like my father had always suggested.Then one day I found out my husband had been sleeping with another local girl and for me that was the straw that broke the camels back, I packed up and went home, citing divorce proceedings, that was it, it was over and I went back home to daddy and my old room, where it all began for me.It had been almost five years since I last saw him, but when I did I felt like I had never been away and all the old feelings of security fell back into place, and as we hugged at the airport, his scent and aftershave, was the same, I was my daddy’s girl, even at 25, and more a woman than a little girl, I clung to him and he hugged me tightly, he had his girl back in his life and he was as excited as I was.Suddenly, back home there was no problems, I felt free and had nothing to worry myself about anymore, but more important I felt different, and I saw my father too, was different, I was really drawn to him, especially after the last six months of isolation and abstinence from both alcohol and sex, now I felt free and I could laugh like old, and that first night we went out for Pizza, then onto daddy’s local pub, where his older friends fussed over me, and complimented me and made me feel special.We were too drunk to drive home so we called a taxi, and we got in for the twenty minute drive home. I was completely out of it because of jet lag, and boozing, I remember slipping away hearing my father tell the driver I had just came home that morning.We got into the house and I crashed on the couch. Daddy tried to get me to bed but I was so comfortable I told him I wanted to sleep on it tonight.He went away and came back with my duvet, and started to undress me, “What are you doing daddy”, I remember fussing?“You cant sleep in your clothes”, he replied so I tried to help as he undid buttons and zippers and then I felt the duvet covering me and daddy bending over me and giving me a big goodnight kiss on my mouth.I kissed him back and it felt nice, “I love you”, I told him, and we kissed again, then I pushed myself back against the couch and I asked him to sleep with me on the couch, I wanted to hug him perhaps, even more than than that, I felt starved of affection and sexual love, I wanted to feel a mans body against my own, so I kept repeating myself, “Sleep with me daddy, just until I fall asleep”. That seemed to do the trick, as he got up and turned off the lights and got in beside me, and as he cuddled up, I felt his erection press against my stomach, as we jostled i the limited space.“You’re naked daddy”, I giggled, and he retorted, “so are you daughter”, by now we were crushing against each other and I felt a rising desire that had been missing for such a long time, and I raised my leg to go over his and as I did so, I felt his penis push against my vagina, and a wave of burgeoning desire swept over me, and I groaned, “Oh daddy”, as I heaved myself on top and he just went in deeply, all the way in and my body just did the rest as we fucked, I could not stop, nor did I want to.2.) The Dominant Boss at the OfficeWhen I went for the interview, I prayed he would be a horn-dog, wanting to hire me for sex. I knew I had it all, great tits and a peachy bum, I was tall and sporty, with a crowning mane of blond locks, thanks to my Scandinavian heritage and green eyes, with Celtic blood.I sat indecently for a sophisticated woman, I deliberately showed more than a woman should, but I wanted the job, even if it meant going down on him, I needed the money.His questions were more what I could do for him at a personal level, was I willing to travel and stay in hotels, of course I would, and my knees would part a little more.I got the job and the security of harassment laws, that protected me from his assumed gains during the interview. I was an experienced woman, and I enjoyed my sex, I even had a small lipstick vibrator in my handbag and I admit to using it when I felt the urge, which was often, and daringly, when sitting opposite the same man, with only my panties keeping it safe from falling out. Yes I was that sort of woman.My boss did want me, he told me in so many words, and I had that power over him, especially after seeing his wife, why would a man like him not want to fuck every orifice in my body, we both knew it, and I teased him with it, on the only journey we ever undertook, I masturbated myself knowing he was listening in his room next to mine, I had noted his bed was along the same wall, and even quipped, looks like we are sleeping together with a wall between us.sexI could hear his breathing, and he could hear my moans and the sounds of my vibrator working itself in and out of my sloppy wet pussy. Over breakfast the next morning he remarked it sounded like I was enjoying myself, “I was”, I retorted, “girls do masturbate too”, I added, just so he knew I heard him jacking off.I never used the laws in place to report his sexist views, or intimidating behaviour, I was simply not that type of weak scared girl, I gave as good as I got, and I got good bonuses and favours in return for being dirty and sluttish, we always took it to the edge and I could see his bulge in his pants, I loved being desired sexually and even more, I loved dominating my boss by being overtly sexual when alone with him, that is until the Christmas office party, where he turned the tables, that was five years back, and I have been paying the price ever since.I had been in his employ for close to eighteen months, and was his personal secretary, the tall leggy blond that only wore stockings, that were slutty netted, with huge diamonds, stockings he bought from women’s catalogues and paid me to put on, as he watched through his keyhole, I entertained his little kink every morning and enjoyed the envelope stashed with cash paid weekly, no questions asked, for ten minutes of my working day, and countless dictates sitting with my legs open, knowing he had his cock out behind his desk getting off on my visual beauty.The Christmas bash was an all out affair, with great buffet and champagne, and office flirtations coming to a head, over darkened office desks, as some people fucked with gay abandon, and released that pent up frustration that builds throughout the year and is released with the party pill popping and free booze.It all started when I took my husband down to the copy room where we caught an intern, Sandra, sitting on the copier, scanning her naked ass. What she never bargained for was her tiny tight pussy was also sitting snugly between her cute butt cheeks, we almost saw what she had eaten for breakfast.Sandra was pissed out of her skull and as we helped her down from the xerox machine, her cute little panties fell down to her slim ankles, as she flung her arms around my husbands neck, I saw my husband admire Sandra’s bum and pussy, and fold it into his pocket.“Well it’s my turn”, I said, and eased my skirt up, and pulled my own panties down and sat on the plate glass, and thus, my ass and cunt were streaming out and landing atop of Sandra’s, “Now you have us both to admire”, I said, noting my husband was stroking Sandra’s bare ass, under her short dress.I climbed down and left my knickers alongside Sandra’s on the copy room floor, “Follow me”, I said as we dragged Sandra into the elevator and up to my office floor, and into my office.I left my husband holding her limp body and sat down on my desk chair, “You do her the honers, and I shall watch”, and I took out my vibrator and watched my husband and my work colleague Sandra, fuck each other on my carpet, and eventually, I got up, went over, and joined in.After the holiday break, I went into the office to find my boss sitting there beaming, with his cock out and stroking himself so openly. “I have been waiting for you”, he said somewhat triumphantly, and he spun his computer monitor around so I could see what he was jacking off to, it was me, my husband and Sandra on my office floor. I had forgotten all about the office security cams.I went blank, lost for words, everything crashed, and as I watched him he beckoned me over to his chair, where I dropped to my knees, and for the first time, took him in my mouth until he cummed.Everything changed, he watched me dress in the morning and than fucked me over my desk, Sandra was invited to join us and together we explored everything sexually conceivable between women and Sandra fell pregnant, but even here he never relented, fucking her until his baby was born with a black eye and his demand for my own pregnancy, but I told him I could not medically conceive, so in the end, even here I lost out to the fertile Sandra, her pregnancies led to them getting married eventually and my being released from my job after seven years.Thousands of free fucks he had had from me, and never once did my husband question me if my boss ever did have me, of course he never knew of the blackmail he had over me, or Sandra, life went on and we just did our best.Many years later, we read of his passing and the fact he left a wife, Sandra and six c***dren, boy did he fuck her, but she was setup for life, and I often wondered about her first born, after all, my husband was in there first.

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I woke up in the morning to the smell of coffee under my nose. “Good morning My Pet,” He said to me. I could see Him looking down at me smiling. It was a very sinister grin. I knew He had something planned. He then said “I have to go to work for a little while and I’ll see you when I get back.” “Yes Sir,” I answered kind of hurt because we were supposed to spend the whole day together. When I finally rolled out of bed an hour later there was a note written in my lipstick on the mirror. It read ‘ Today is your day. You may go to the beach.’ We had a small very secluded stretch of beach in out backyard. I loved to go out there and sunbathe naked but would not dare with out permission. I put on my sheer pink sundress and gathered a few things and headed out to the beach. I walked through the newly remolded gate and was admiring how nice it looked with the fence that was put up. I also noticed that the tool box was still out here. So I made a mental note to remind Him about it. I laid out my blanket and took off my sundress and sat down. I was sitting there just soaking in the sun. Feeling its warm rays beating down on me. It felt so warm and so inviting. I could feel myself starting to sweat so I decided to jump in the ocean to cool off a bit. As I was walking out of the water back to my blanket I noticed how turned on I was from swimming naked. I loved the feel of the waves breaking over my chest then falling down through my legs. It seemed like the waves had a mind of their own, making sure to just slightly hit my clit with each wave. I laid down on my stomach and just let the sun warm my body. It felt so good. Like I was just melting away. I was thinking about what would happen later. I had no Idea what He had planned originally before He got called into work. But I knew He would make up for it later. I decided to turn over and let the warmth of the sun beat down on my breasts. Before I laid back I applied sun screen so that I would be in top form for my Master if He needed me to be. I then spread my legs so I could feel the sun pushing its way inside of me. This felt so erotic. And I drifted off in my thoughts. I was woken up by the feeling that someone was watching me. It was my Master. I looked up at Him and smiled. “Stand My Pet,” He told me and I did. He led me down to the water by my nipples. He then told me to go in and make sure all the sunscreen was washed off because He did not want to feel anything but His fingers against my salty skin. I made sure I washed off all the sunblock and walked out to a waiting towel. I dried off and He put a blindfold on me. He guided me up the beach. Thoughts of what He was doing were fluttering through my head. I was thinking what was He going to do out here? There was nothing, so I thought, out here. There were all sorts of sounds that I had never heard before. All of this was going on all around me. He took my right wrist and pulled it up and the I heard a click. He then clicked in my left wrist and removed my blindfold. I was almost suspended between the two poles that was the gateway to the beach. He then told me to spread my feet out so that they reached the poles at the bottom. He walked over to the tool box and opened it and pulled out two more cuffs with chains on them to fasten my ankles to the poles. I now knew that it was not a tool box and it was left out there for a reason. When my ankles were attached to the poles I was barely standing on my tip toes. He said to me “struggle all you like my pet, these poles are five feet in the ground and you are not going anywhere.” I watched as He reached up and clicked the chains at the top even tighter. Now I was completely suspended from these poles. He stood before me and looked at His handy work. I could tell by the grin on His face that he was really enjoying this. He ran His hands down over my shoulders and over my chest. Taking special care not to touch my nipples. Each time He did this they would stand out just a little bit more. He looked at me and said “Did I give you permission to get excited?” “No Sir,” I answered. “You know you will be punished for that,” He replied. “Yes Sir,” I whispered. He then reached down into the box again and pulled out what looked like a dildo on a stake. He drove it into the sand below me and then lifted me up onto it and said “remember you are still going to be punished.” “Yes Sir,” I gasped. I barely got that out because I could not believe His mind was so imaginative to do what was happening at this moment. He then picked up a crop and started tapping my thighs with it. Every time He touched me with the crop I struggled not to move but to no avail. The more I moved the more the dildo would slide into me and He would reach down to push it further into the ground so it would only stay an inch and a half inside of me. I tried squeezing my muscles in my pussy to keep it pushed in, but He would not have it. He then ran the crop up my stomach and around each breast. Each time He circled my breast He would come closer and closer to my nipples, but yet still not touching them. “Snap,” He hit my nipple with the end of the crop. It didn’t hurt but it sent chills all through my body. He was snapping the crop from nipple to nipple, all quick little snaps.pornI was trying to struggle to get free and He whispered in my ear again “there is no where for you to go my pet.” He removed the dildo that was placed in the ground and lifted it up to my lips. “Stick out your tongue,” He says. I looked into His eyes to see if He was serious and He pushed the dildo onto my lips and into my mouth. “Clean it off,” He commanded and I did. He then walked around behind me and “whack,” I felt the crop across my right thigh. He ran His hand over where the crop had just been. He said that He could feel the heat from the sting of the crop. “Whack,” He hit the other thigh. “Can’t play favorites,” He said. And He rubbed that spot too. He then moved the crop to my ass “whack, whack, whack, whack,” He swung the crop again. I could feel the lines forming on my ass from where He had just dealt out my punishment. “Thank you Sir for correcting me,” I said. Then He started running the crop up and down the inside of my thighs and across my open pussy lips. I could feel the small leather tip brush across my clit. Then “snap” against my clit. I jumped as much as the restraints would allow. I know He enjoyed this because He snapped the crop a few more times. “Please Sir,” I begged, “no more Sir please.” “Why my pet,” He asks. “Sir I need to cum please Sir,” I answered. “Please Sir I am begging You, please let me cum Sir,” I pleaded. He then put down the crop and walked around in front of me and was running His hands all over my body, stopping to pinch my nipples. He could see that my legs were beginning to shake and whispered in my ear “You may cum my pet when you are ready.” He continued to run His hands all over me and then down between my pussy lips and slowly sliding His fingers all thru my wetness. He got them wet enough to be able to slip His four fingers inside of me to find my g-spot. He could feel me at the brink of exploding and the reached out with His thumb and just lightly brushed my clit. That was all I could take. My head fell backwards as my body trembled and my pussy grasped onto His hand. I was cumming like I had never cum before. It was rushing out of my pussy all over His hand and down my leg. I looked down and I could see the puddle that had formed in the sand below me. Some of it was from me sweating but most was from me cumming and squirting. He reached down and undid my ankles. I was hanging there with my head on His shoulder. I knew once He undid my hands I would not be able to stand up. He balanced me in such a way that when He undid my hands, He was all that was holding me up. He carried me into the house and laid me down on the cool floor. It was a welcome cold all over me. With that He said that He would be right back and He walked out the door. Some how I knew that this was not over. About an hour later He walked back into the house and order me to get up. I looked at Him giving Him a look to please let me rest. And He bent over and slapped my ass very hard and told me to get up again. With that I stood up and stood before Him with my eyes down and my hands folded behind my back. He then told me to go shower. And I did. As I was washing my hair and taking in the coconut essence from my shampoo, I started wonder what He has planned for the night. I knew we had no plans to go out. All I could think of was that He was going to use or do something that had never been done before. And this excited me. I could feel my stomach starting to twinge with anticipation. There were so many things that He had but had not been used on me yet. I could never imagine what He would do. He was always surprising me with something different. Just them I heard a knock at the bathroom door. He asked, “Are you almost done?'” “Yes Sir,” I answered. I didn’t realize how long I had been in the shower. When I got out of the shower I saw my robe sitting there under the towel. I knew that this was what He wanted me to wear. I put it on and went and knelt down on the floor next to Him on the couch. He stood up and took me by the hand and led me to a room of the house that I had not been allowed to go into. He said it was a surprise. We walked in and He had the candle burning already. He also had the champagne on ice. He walked over and poured three glasses of champagne. I looked at Him as to get and answer to why three glasses. But He avoided my look, and I knew not to ask. He handed me a glass and said, “drink it all down.” I did as I was told. He refilled it and said the same thing. So I did. He took the glass from my hand and placed it on the table next to one of the candles. He picked up a collar that I had never seen before and placed it ever so gingerly around my neck. I saw a long chair hanging from it and wondered what it connected to. But I knew I would find out. I was told to remove my robe which I did. I felt the chain hanging down between my breasts. The coldness of it was making my nipples hard and taunt. I could tell He liked this by the approving smile on His face. He then took an ace bandage and wrapped my wrists together behind me. I was thinking ‘ooohhhh this is nice, bound but yet still movement’. Then He picked up a roll of duct tape and secured my wrists even more. Now I had no movement at all. The next thing He picked up was a spread bar. He placed it at my ankles and attached it. First my right then my left. He could see that I had butterflies in my stomach by my shaking. He looked into my eyes and said “You know you have nothing to worry about right?” “Yes Sir, you know I trust you Sir,” I answered. “Good girl,” He replied. Then He placed a blindfold over my eyes. I could feel His hands exploring my body inch by inch. He was running His fingers over the chain that hung down to the floor. Then I felt the tension lift off the chain. I could feel it being pulled up over my head and then “click”. He had connected it to a hook in the ceiling. Now I was not only bound but I could not move at all. I felt so open and so exposed. I could hear Him over at the table where the champagne was. He told me to open my mouth and as I did, He lifted a glass to my lips. I could feel the bubbles tickling my nose. He then told me not to move. I could feel the champagne running partly into my mouth and partly down over my breasts. Making my nipples even harder. It was running down over my belly and was making its way right to my clit. I could feel it mixing with my own wetness. He then bent over and licked from my clit up over my tummy, thru the middle of my breasts. Then circling each one to get all of what was poured over them. He then continued up my neck to my lips. I wanted and needed to be kissed so badly and He knew this. This is one thing that He would never hold back from me. He traced my lips with His tongue. I slightly opened my mouth a bit more so when He traced my lips He would also hit my tongue. With that He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back as far as the chain connecting me to the ceiling would allow and engulfed my mouth into His. I let out a soft ‘mmmmm’. I could feel Him smile with approval with my lips. I loved to please Him so much. I could feel Him tracing my breasts with His finger tips. And then walking away as His fingers kept in contact with my nipple as long as allowed. I then heard the rattle of the ice in the champagne bucket. I knew what was coming next. I felt the cold sting of the ice cube on my nipples. He had ice in both hands. He just held it upon my nipples. I thought they were going to explode. He ran the ice down my body over my sides and then to my inner thighs. He ran the cubes lightly over my clit switching cubes till they had both melted. I was just about ready to lose it when I felt a feather being dragged across my sides.indian porn story“Sir please no, I am way to ticklish,” I pleaded with Him but to no avail. He kept pulling the feather across my body. I was in tickling agony now. I whimpered almost in tears to Him, “please Sir no more.” And He stopped. He then began running His fingers on the inside of my thighs. I could feel His breath on my neck and on my face. He was teasing me with both His hands on the inside of my thighs just barely hitting my clit. He then whispered in my ear “You know not to cum with out permission.” “Yes Sir,” I replied. He kept running His fingers on both hands from the pinkys to His index fingers over my clit. I was beginning to shake and He knew I needed release.. Just then He told me to cum and I did. I was using the chain that connected me to the ceiling to keep myself from falling over. I was shaking from head to toe. He was holding onto me and I could feel Him shaking from holding me. He unhooked the chain from the ceiling and from the collar. And He gently sat me in a chair that He had placed under me. He removed the spreader bar and my wrist restraints. Then finally He removed my blindfold and kissed me ever so passionately I thought I would cum again. He then laid me on the floor and connected me to eye bolts on the floor and knelt over me. I knew what to do at this point. No words were needed. I opened my mouth and took Him in as far as I could. I could feel Him growing inside of my mouth. I was trying to tease Him by flicking my tongue everywhere but not quite wrapping it around Him yet. I felt Him pinch my nipples hard and I knew this meant to stop teasing Him. But for some reason I just could not stop. He got up and undid my the eye bolts and stood me up. Walked me over to the stockade and placed me in it. Now my head and wrists were not going to move. He stood before me and opened my mouth, and grabbed my hair. He was making sure I would not try to tease Him this time. He had picked up the paddle and whacked my ass with it just to remind me. As He did this I took Him even further into my mouth. I could feel Him hitting the back of my throat. He was holding Himself up by my hair. He dropped the paddle and grabbed my hair with both hands and was pushing Himself are far into my mouth as He could without hurting me. I kept trying to push Him out of my mouth in fear that I would gag. He could sense this and was not happy. He flipped open the stockade and pushed me to the thick rubber mat that was on the floor. He forced my hands up over my head and scolded me not to move them. At this point I knew I would not disobey anything that He said. He pushed my legs open as far as they would go and leaned in towards me. I lifted my hips up in hopes of helping Him. But that was not what He wanted. He got a rope and tied me across the belly down to the mat. He then tied my hands off over my head and then my thighs to the mat spread as far as they would go plus a little more.. Next He placed a blindfold over my eyes. I heard Him get up and the next thing I felt was wax dripping on me just below my chest. It was getting hotter and hotter. I knew He was bringing it closer and closer to my skin. He could see me jump with each drop that fell on me. He put down the candle and knelt between my legs again and said “You will not move this time.” “Yes Sir,” I struggled to say. He ran His cock up and down from my clit to the bottom of my lips very slowly. It took all of what was in me not to move. He continued to tease me.. “Please Sir,” I begged “I need you inside of me Sir. I want to feel you cum inside of me.” He leaned down and whispered “those were the words I was waiting to hear my pet.” And He kissed me and as He did He slid in me. I came almost instantly. And Him feeling my pussy contract around Him tightly made Him cum. He came with so much force I thought He would never stop coming. It felt so good. I never wanted to loose this feeling. While still inside of me, He untied me and we just laid there in each others arms. I felt so safe, so secure, and so very protected.

It all stared when I was 18 years old. I was visiting my grandma. My cousin Annie lived with my… It started innocently enough. I had read a few stories (like this one…) on the Internet, and started to experiment by myself… on the toilet, or in the shower. I would reach down and touch myself between my legs while I felt the warm golden pee streaming out from my pussy…But before I go into all that, I suppose you should know a little about me. I’m nineteen years old, and have always been curious and experimental about sex from the first time I touched myself at age xxx teen (but that’s another story….). I’ve known I was bisexual since I was a teenager, also. I’m 5’5”, 125 lbs., with light blonde hair and big dark brown eyes. My body would best be described as voluptuous or curvaceous, something like a Vargas girl… I have 34c tits and big, luscious hips. I’ve been with a few girls and a few guys, but I was a virgin until I was eighteen. With my boyfriend, I’ve experimented with threesomes with both other women and other men, exhibitionism and voyeurism, and whatever other fantasies we’ve had.Anyways, I started experimenting with my own pee after I read a few Internet stories about watersports. I would always orgasm quickly and without any penetration at all when I masturbated while I was peeing. I did it first on the toilet, and later started skipping my pee before my shower so I could indulge myself under the stream of water, fingering my tiny clit while I watched and felt the golden piss streaming down my legs.I felt a little ashamed about it, but I figured it was fun and didn’t hurt anyone, so I kept doing it. I didn’t tell my boyfriend about it at first. We live together, and although we are both really open to each other’s fantasies, I felt like this was somehow “nastier,” and kept my private piss adventures to myself, mostly while he was out of the house.One night, while he was out, I was feeling particularly aroused and I had to pee. I was also feeling a little nastier than usual… I grabbed a glass from the kitchen and took it into the bathroom with me. It took forever for me to pee into the glass, I was so nervous. What I was doing felt so nasty and dirty. And sexy. My clit was on fire and I finally made myself pee into the cup. I came spontaneously just then, so I let myself enjoy the surprise orgasm and then went to the glass in my hand.I wanted to taste my hot golden piss in my mouth and feel it running down my throat. I sipped gingerly from the glass at first. It was salty and warm, and it tasted good. I drank a little more. The hot body-flavor of my own piss was making me so horny. I started to rub my pussy while I gulped thirstily from the glass, instantly exploding into orgasm.About a week later, I was playng with myself through my panties on my bed. I had to pee, but what I was doing to my pussy felt too good to stop. Before long, I was close to coming but also desperately trying to hold back my pee. A few drops leaked through… I ran to the toilet so I wouldn’t soak the bed, but I left my little pink cotton panties on while the pee flowed through them. Afterwards, I was still horny but not close to coming anymore, so I took off the panties and played with them, sniffing my own pussy-smell on them and rubbing the pissy wetness over my face and tits. I rubbed my piss-soaked panties on my pussy, then lifted the soppy mess to my face to smell my pussy juice and my pee on my panties while I played with my clit.xxx storiesShortly after this, while my boyfriend and I were having sex, he asked if I wanted to pee on him. Out of the blue. I still hadn’t told him about nasty little secret. But all of a sudden, he had guessed it. Too bad that it was so unexpected and I was too nervous to be able to even squeeze a drop out. I sat down in the tub, frustrated and horny as hell….My boyfriend stood above me, and put his dick near my mouth. I obliged, cradling his balls with one hand while I licked, kissed, and sucked him. Suddenly, he pulled back.“What?” I asked. He didn’t say anything. He was still holding onto his cock, pointing it at me kind of. “What?” I asked again.A stream of piss started coming out of his dick, and I knew automatically what he wanted. Or maybe what I wanted… I leaned back and watched his pee hit my body, splashing on my titties and streaming down between my legs. I reached down and rubbed my clit with one hand and stuck two fingers from my other hand into my suddenly dripping pussy hole. He put his cock into my mouth and made me drink his pee; I swallowed it down willingly. I came while he was pissing into my mouth. Afterwards, he jacked off onto my tits and pussy. After he left the room, I brought myself to another orgasm, smearing his piss and cum all over myself.We started playing this secret little game together more, but as much as I wanted to pee on him, as horny as the idea made me, I could never make myself do it.One night, he was licking my pussy, and I had to pee. I told him to wait while I went to the bathroom, but he said “No. You’re going to pee for me.”He began teasing my clit faster with his tongue, knowing it only made the urge to go greater. He shoved a finger into my pussy and started fingering my gspot mercilessly. My pussy started dripping juice, but I still just couldn’t let myself go. He got ready to put his cock inside me, and just as the tip entered me, I lost it. The piss exploded from my body and my hot little pussy exploded into one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had. My boyfriend took a minute to dip his head down between my legs and lick up some of the piss with his tongue, and started to fuck me hard while he kissed me, the taste of my hot body juices on his mouth.I’ve still never drank another woman’s piss, although just thinking about it is enough to make me need to “go south.” I imagine myself licking the soft, wet folds of a woman’s pussy, rubbing my face around in a nice hairy snatch (or shaved…), feeling the warm piss running out of her body into my mouth, on my face, over my tits, and down my body, into the soft, wet folds of my own pussy…Well! I think I’m ready for a shower, if you know what I mean….PinkCandy

telugu leave letter,That Friday night, as we were fucking like rabbits in our marital bed, Victor came inside of my hungry cunt with an unusual strength.We both fell exhausted on the bed.My husband then surprised me, saying he would love to watch me trying a black cock. I told him I had been chatting with a black man during several months; but we had never met in person.Victor then asked if I could invite him to meet…The black guy was called Trevor.He had sent me some pictures, showing a huge handsome dark skin man. I guessed he would be well hung too.We finally met him first at a nearby pub, and we all three hit it off instantly. Victor invited him to come with us at our place, where we shared some few drinks and listened to music.I then made the first move and asked Trevor to take a shower with me. We did and I sucked him hard in the shower before we went to our bedroom, where my husband was waiting in a chair by the bed.Trevor put on a condom; but I told him I wanted bareback…I laid on my back and spread my thighs for him.When he entered me, I moaned loud, as I felt his thick cockhead stretching my cunt so badly. I looked at my husband and told him that we should have done this years ago… He smiled and agreed.Trevor made me cum at least four times during a whole hour. He finally arched his back and came inside of my very hot cunt.As he pulled out, I jumped on him and licked his still hard cock clean with my tongue.Victor suggested him to spend the night. I went whit my beloved husband to the guest room and there I gave him a quick blowjob, until he filled my mouth with his salty semen. I swallowed all and kissed Victor, warning him I would spend the night alone with my brand new Black Master, no witnesses at all…My hubby agreed and I kissed him deeply.I then joined Trevor in our marital bed and he fucked me for hours.I cried out loud during all night long, knowing Victor could hear my moans and screams through the thin wall between both rooms.Trevor asked me if I had taken a black cock up my ass; I lied to him, saying I had never been sodomized by a black man. He smiled, saying I was a naughty liar and said he would enjoy a piece of my ass and I could not escape from his monster black cock….I screamed in pain as his cock passed through my tight sphincter; but he was gentle; so, very soon pain became pure pleasure…The next morning, I let my husband watch us fuck once more; but this time Trevor was a bit rude and aggressive. His thick cock hurt me a little; but I liked this kind of pain.As my new Black Master left, Victor hurried to shove his face between my thighs and he sucked my slippery cunt, which was a real mess.Just a week after, Trevor came to fuck me again.This time it was just an anal session. The black man sodomized me in a very hard way, in front of my beloved husband, who enjoyed to watch me being abused by a hard huge black cock.interracial sex storiesAnd again, as soon as Trevor left, my loving man licked all this black man’s semen out from my poor stretched asshole.Next time Trevor came home to use my body, he allowed Victor to participate as a submissive cuckold.My beloved hubby was really eager to get that thick black cock in his mouth and I found myself in competition with him to see who was the best cocksucker…Victor won, according to Trevor’s opinion; but he was ordered to swallow all the salty cum that my black lover blasted in his mouth.While Trevor was sodomizing me, we all heard the doorbell rang.My hubby opened the door, finding two huge black guys there. They said Trevor had invited them to fuck a white married slut…I was shared by the three black guys like a ragged doll.They fucked all my three holes, even at the same time, while my loving hubby just witnessed the whole sex action…As they finally left, Victor realized I had been destroyed by those huge black cocks. He looked worried, as I laid on our marital bed, in a puddle of fresh sticky cum.I smiled at him… saying it was his fault…

After everyone left the house, I quickly closed the door and pulled up the shades. I pulled a chair over near the open window, and positioned it so it could be seen by everyone who walked by. Then I unzipped my jeans and lifted up my shirt. I then looked at my mirror across the room at my body. I’m not conceited, but damn I looked fine. My long red hair flowed down my back and my big green eyes shined in the light from the desk.I sat on the chair backwards and opened my legs real wide in my panties and bra. I could already feel myself getting very wet and I needed to get a Dick. Too bad I didn’t have any. Getting back to business, I rubbed my pussy lips from over the silky feel of my panties and felt my clit growing already. I unhooked my bra and saw that my nipples were getting bigger by the second. I took two fingers and twisted my nipple a little between them and immediately got wet at the site of it at the mirror. I used my other hand and went back down to my soaking wet pussy. There was a big wet spot forming on the blue silk of my panties. I took the advantage to look outside my window and saw a few people looking in shock at me fingering myself through my panties. I giggled, and closed my eyes and went back to my pleasure. It felt SO good to feel the wetness slip down my thighs and my nipples get huge and red. I would have done anything to get a Dick between my lips at that minute in time. I continued feeling hot and sweaty and getting closer and closer to orgasm, but I figured I should stop, I wanted Dick, nothing could replace that feeling of wanting Dick. I looked around the room to see if something could even come close.Just then Bo walked in the room. Bo, my innocent boxer dog. I kneeled down in front of Bo’s face and pulled my panties, which were now soaking, to one side. Bo leaned his head down a bit, and sniffed at me for a minute. Then leaning down further, he dipped his tongue into my open lips. He pulled it out, then licked again. Seeing it wasn’t so bad, he then went to work giving me a nice licking. I spread my lips wide for him and felt his tongue search around deeper and deeper in side me. He licked all round inside my deep hole, and them sucked a bit at my clit, making it red and ticklish and it felt good. He licked and sucked, and explored until I felt like I would go crazy, so I decided I would let myself cum in this doggie. While I was getting myself ready to cum, I felt that my bladder wanted to let loose too. No. I couldn’t do that. That would be SO gross! But then again, I normally wouldn’t think to make my dog eat me out either. And he IS a dog, I mean, would he know what it was? I just felt that I needed to let it all out, the cum, the pee, all of it, so I let loose all at once. With a load moan and jerk, I let my pee go with my cum and my dog licked it all as it slid along my lips and down towards my ass. Oh it felt good to let it all out.Forgetting about the window, I sat up on the floor and looked outside. My heart stopped. Skipped a beat. My eyes refocused. No. It couldn’t be. Standing right outside my window was my cousin and his friend on his baseball team. They were both holding their Dicks and breathing heavy. Just then I felt a heavy rope binding my hands. I turned around n got thrown on the floor, “your MINE now slut!” yelled the voice of my other cousin. I couldn’t believe this. It was all a bad dream, it had to be. I mean, my dog! Pee! My own cousins! Unreal. My cousin, Michael, took his Dick, a very nice Dick, might I add, and held it in front of my mouth. He teased me and rubbed it against my lips taunting “You know you want it SLUT!” I did want it. It was so big, and the head looked so tasty, so wet, damn I wanted it. I leaned down and sucked the big fat Dick head into my mouth.Yells came from the window and it was easy to say that my other cousin wanted in too. He punched his fist through the window and pulled himself in then unlocked the backdoor near my room. He pushed me onto my side, with Michael’s Dick still in my mouth, and he too rubbed his nice, bulging Dick against my pussy. Damn I wanted it. I wanted it, and I wanted more. I looked up at my other cousin, Jeff, and he smiled and plunged his Dick into my tight virgin pussy. OH DAMN. FUCK it was big. It hurt, yes but the pleasure was SO good that I didn’t care. I wanted more.I had to remind myself not to wish, because as if sent from heaven, in came more dicks. In fact, maybe too many dicks. In through my front door came at least three other members of the baseball team. They all pulled it out. All of them. It was open season on pussy, and I was the prey. Suddenly I was pulled up and tied to my chair, door, and desk. Two clothespins were attached to my nipples and my mouth was gagged. To make matters I actually liked it. My pussy was dripping wet and the guys knew it and used it against me. There were shouts of ‘slut,’ and whore and ‘look she’s wet!’. and of course, I loved it. I loved it all. I felt dicks in me all over, my ass, my pussy, my mouth, between my tits… oh yes. I couldn’t take it.The first person to cum was Michael, he came right into me, and I felt it jet into my pussy and it made me cum too. His cum mixed with mine, and you could hear the slushy noise as he pulled out and a tongue immediately rammed itself in. This anonymous tongue sucked and nibbled at my red sensitive clit, and lapped up all of my cum and Michael’s.Jeff came into my ass next at the sight of cum being sucked up from my pussy. Then like clockwork, another tongue filled the hole again. Then the dick in my mouth and between my tits came too. Both all over my stomach and tits and it made me cum again, and again. Wow. I was actually doing this. As I was being pulled off the desk, and other furniture, Michael took out a pill and shoved it into my mouth telling me I should never remember this. I closed my eyes, and slept, but when I woke up, I remembered it all, not that I would ever tell anyone, but thinking about it got me off. I could never forget that night and I never would.

We had been lovers only a week when she revealed her true intent. “I want you to belong to me, as my submissive.” I looked at her sadly and shook my head. “You know I can’t. I’m not submissive.” Her green eyes peered intently into mine. “I can teach you. I care about you Cat, and I think you need this.” I looked away nervously. “I’ve seen your other submissives,” I said. “‘Yes Mistress, whatever you say Mistress.’ I’m not like that, nor do I want to be. I don’t want to play silly games.” “That’s your inexperience speaking,” she said softly. “It takes a lot of strength to be a submissive — to adopt someone else’s will as your own, and it’s only a game if you make it one.” In some ways, what she offered was so appealing. From the moment I saw her and perceived her sadistic tendencies, I wanted her to use me. I wanted her to pinch me, slap me, bite me…to whip me until I broke; something about her made me think she could. I ached to feel the ecstasy of pain, of feeling alive. Her pleasure in it would only arouse me more. But I did not feel capable of being a submissive, subverting my own desires for hers. In the silence, I watched her. She was always in control, and the only time I saw her lose it was when she came, her head thrown back and her body arched against my tongue, low moans escaping from between her clenched teeth. The memory of those moments made me blush, and I looked away. But always perceptive, she knew what I was thinking. She leaned forward, and I glimpsed the firm round breasts beneath her sweater, their pink nipples firm and pointy; my pulse quickened. “Give it a week. If you don’t like it, we can stop.” I knew that she needed this, to dominate, and that if I did not agree, she would have to find someone else. “I’ll try,” I said. “But only if you belong to me as much as I belong to you.” She laughed. “I see I have a lot of work ahead of me. I can’t belong to you, but I won’t see anyone else while you are being trained.” It was not exactly what I wanted, but I suppose that was the first step in becoming a submissive – learning to accept what I was given. Danika — I mean Mistress Danika — told me to arrive at her place promptly at 10 a.m. I drove as fast as possible through the traffic but did not arrive until 10:08. I knocked on the door apprehensively. She opened the door. “You’re late.” she said coolly. I started to apologize as she pulled me inside. “Turn around,” she ordered. And pushed me against the door. “Are you dressed as I instructed?” I nodded. “Spread your legs.” I spread them apart as she checked to make sure I was not wearing panties and that I had on stockings and garters rather than the nylons which she abhorred. The air felt cool on my skin as she lifted my skirt. The coolness was followed by the hot sting of her riding crop slapping against my exposed cheeks. “One for each minute you made me wait. Count them.” I counted each one as it landed on my bare ass. The feeling was painful but so enlivening. My pinkened skin tingled, and I moaned. “You’re such a slutty Cat,” she muttered in my ear. “Face me.” I turned around and gasped. She was dressed head to toe in shiny leather. Her breasts spilled over a black bustier, and I longed to lick them as I had in the past. Her legs were encased in long leather boots with spiked heels, and I could see her thighs just peeking out at the top, beneath the hem of her tight skirt. I imagined those legs wrapped around my waist as I ground my clit against hers; another command brought me out of my fantasy. “Kneel down and lick my boots.” The thought of licking anyone’s shoes was repugnant to me, but remembering our agreement, I obeyed. I licked until I was sure I had coated the entire boot before she allowed me to stop. “Now lick my pussy with that sweet tongue.” She grasped my head and pushed it between her legs. I began to devour her eagerly, my tongue thrusting inside to lap at her cream. She grasped my hair and pulled my head back, gazing into my eyes. “Who do you belong to?” she asked. “I belong to you,” I whispered. Her grip on my brown tresses tightened; “Always refer to me as Mistress Danika. Let’s try again. Who do you belong to?” “I belong to Mistress Danika.” She smiled for the first time since I arrived, and I wanted to feel those soft lips pressing against mine. As if reading my mind, she leaned forward and kissed me. Her lips parted mine, and her tongue caressed them, sliding into my mouth where it slid against my tongue. I sucked her tongue gently, like a small cock, and she began thrusting it in and out. “You’re such a good Cat,” she murmured. She slipped a cold chain collar about my neck and fastened it with a small key, which she set on the table.cum inside sex story “Take off your clothes.” Although we had been lovers, I felt awkward undressing as she watched me, her eyes following every movement but revealing nothing. “Come and kneel on the bed.” I perched on all fours in the middle of the bed, and heard her take opening a drawer. “I love to spank slutty girls,” she said. I felt the whack of a wooden hairbrush against my ass and gasped. This was followed by several more until I felt tender and bruised. Still I had not cried out. “Your ass is so nice and pink now… and this will be so pretty buried inside.” She held up a thick black dildo for me to inspect. “Suck this good, because you’re the one who’s going to feel it if you don’t.” “Yes Mistress Danika.” I opened my mouth, and she watched as I gave the plastic cock a blow job; she pushed it deep into my throat until I gagged. “Just like a real man,” she chuckled. When she felt I had lubricated it sufficiently, she stood behind me. I winced as she pushed it into my tight hole; it slid in stiffly, and I could feel my skin stretching as she shoved it deeper. I started to move away, but her fingernails dug into the bruised flesh of my ass, and I stopped. “Fuck it.” she said. I started to rock back and forth, thrusting against the shaft as she held it. The pain dissipated and I cried out in intense pleasure as it rubbed against my anus. “Don’t come,” Mistress Danika warned. As I rocked, my nipples stroked against the sheets; my thighs were sticky from the juice dripping from my pussy. “You like this don’t you Cat?” “Mmm, yes.” I smiled. Suddenly she stopped, but did not remove the dildo. “Stand up.” I stood up stiffly, each movement reminding me of the plastic cock filling my ass. She pulled one hand above my head and fastened it to a chain suspended from a ring in the ceiling. She did the same with the other, and I was forced to stand on tiptoe or suffer the discomfort of having my arms stretched beyond their usual limit. In front of me now, she put silver clamps on each of my long, hard nipples, fastening them tightly. The sharp pain brought tears to my eyes, but I blinked them away. There was a cock ring suspended from a chain dangling between the two nipple clamps. She looped this over a second dildo and slid it into my very wet, shaved cunt. “Don’t drop this, and I’ll make you crawl around the room with it in your teeth, like a bad puppy.” My nipples were slightly swollen and engorged both from my own arousal and the tightness of the clamps. The pain was bittersweet; when Mistress Danika bowed her head and bit one of my ruby-colored tips, I nearly screamed from the mixture of pain and pleasure. Her eyes looked cruel but sexy, and I could tell my torment was inflaming her. “I can’t decide whether to gag you or listen to you scream.” she mused. “I will not scream,” I asserted. “Oh but you will,” she replied and raised her arm for the first lash. It landed across my back; the leather felt like a million tiny mouths biting into my flesh. I moaned. “You’re enjoying this too much, slut!” and she lashed again, harder. The whip contacted my skin with a loud crack, and soon they formed a steady rhythm, interspersed with my soft moans. I started to sweat, as my body felt suffused in heat. “You’re tougher than I thought.” She stopped whipping, and I sighed in relief. My back was throbbing, and I didn’t know how much longer I would be able to bear. I was shocked when the lash of a stronger whip landed across my shoulders and I jerked away, causing the clamps to pull fiercely on my sore nipples. “Ah!” I exclaimed. “What did you say Cat?” she was nearly laughing now, and as another blow struck my thighs, I repeated my small outburst. She went on, relentlessly. “Cry, damn it! Let it out!”sex taboo sextingI bit my lip and tasted warm blood in my mouth. “You bitch!” I screamed at her furiously. “Let me go!” The pain was almost more than I could bear, and I knew if she did not release me, I would break down crying. She stood in front of me, and raising her arms let the whip fall across my heaving breasts. I cried then, long harsh sobs, releasing all my pain and rage. I don’t remember her unfastening my bonds or removing the nipple clamps. But I remember her holding me close, her cool hands soothing my crisscrossed back. Her lips pressing tenderly against my face. “My sweet Cat,” she whispered comfortingly, as I cried. Her lips found mine, and I kissed her eagerly. She caressed me gently, and I whimpered as her fingers pressed in little circles against my mound. She stroked it firmly, and my whole body quivered. I needed to come. “Mistress Danika,” I pleaded. “May I come?” As my eyes met her, she smiled. “Yes Cat. Come for me.” “Oh god!” I exclaimed as the most intense orgasm I ever experienced washed over me. I felt weak and drowsy. “You aren’t finished yet,” she said, and straddled my face. Her wetness inflamed me; it thrilled me to know I could arouse her so. I licked her eagerly, stroking her button with my tongue, sucking it into my mouth and nibbling gently. I slid a finger into her soaking cunt and drew the moistness to her ass. I slid it inside her, and she thrust furiously against my tongue. With my other hand, I tugged at her nipple, pulling and twisting it; with a groan, she flooded my face with her cream, and Cat that I am, I drank eagerly. I strive to deserve the love of my Mistress; she has taught me a lot about submission, as well as friendship and happiness. I will never forsake her, and while she does not belong to me, I am grateful for the gift of her love and her domination. It is only beneath the crack of her whip that I become truly free.shootout at wadala john abraham hd wallpaper

It was a week before Xmas, and the gang down at work was having a gift exchange. The rules of… My wife is a gorgeous woman. At 40 only two things mar her petite little body. Stretch marks on her belly from childbirth and the fact she basically only has nipples for breasts. Having been married to two sluts before my current wife, I knew she was a slut of world-class proportions. I also knew the only way to keep a slut faithful was to keep her appetite for ‘strange’ satisfied. I was also to the point where my wife fucking others was less hurtful than her cheating on me. In fact I had so convinced myself with this, I was all time asking my wife to open up sexually to threesomes and swinging and the like. I had images of her in my mind on her knees, in a room full of men waiting to use her willingly sucking mouth. I also fantasized of her on a bed moaning her lust, her legs in the air, while strange men with large cocks took turns fucking her. But I couldn’t get her to go there. We had fought on the issue on numerous occasions, but my fears of her growing restless and cheating on me would not allow me to give the issue a rest even if I couldn’t bring it up to her. I decided I must skillfully guide her to the first event and then she would probably go there willingly. I set about devising a plan. Besides being gorgeous, my wife is a social animal. We regularly entertain friends at our home, where my talents at the BBQ grill are used to their utmost. This time I intended to use more than my talents at the grill to gain enjoyment for our guests, my wife, and myself. I have over the years been able to get my wife to loosen up on her attire some. When we met she dressed rather frumpishly. She usually looked like the President of the local School Marm’s Association. A lot of this had to do with body image, and though I never successfully argued that a man didn’t care what you looked like, gross obesity aside, if his cock was in your mouth or your pussy, she wouldn’t relent. She stated her reluctance to wear sexy clothing stemmed from the background of a wife of a low paying military man not being able to afford sexy clothing and she had no desire to dress “trashy and flashy”. I was able to counter those arguments when my small-business began to thrive and year in and year out draw in revenues in the multiple 6-figure range. So she could now afford anything. I countered the “trashy and flash” by purchasing sexy, yet classy clothing for her at Christmas one year and when she liked what I had purchased explained to her this wasn’t “trashy and flashy”, yet was still sexy. She had gradually changed in the way she dressed. Her skirts had gotten shorter, which looked great with her long tanned legs, and she had gradually moved toward only wearing thong panties. For the party we were currently planning, I asked her to wear a recently purchased black mini-skirt. I didn’t ask her to wear a specific blouse, feeling she should have the choice, to select as conservative a blouse as she wanted to help her feel comfortable in her dress and not draw attention in her mind to the extremely short skirt. When I came through the bedroom as she was dressing and I saw her putting on pantyhose, I asked her if they were necessary. I explained this was an informal get together and she should be comfortable in her dress and that her legs were already nicely tanned this year and hoses of any kind shouldn’t be necessary. I would have liked it ok if she had chosen lace-top thigh highs, but none were better than pantyhose (my view of the modern chastity belt). She agreed one less waistband would be more comfortable and returned the pantyhose to her lingerie drawer. Now phase I of my plan was in place and the rest could proceed. Some of our friends were married couples and some were single. We hadn’t gravitated away from singles once we married as so many couples do and the single guys and gals were a regular part of our entertaining. I had singled out a young black male co-worker as my ‘partner in crime’ as my wife had a fantasy about big black cocks fucking her. Gerome was his name and I explained my plan to him and detailed his part in the plan, and he eagerly agreed to participate. I had known he would, for I had seen him undress my wife with his eyes more than once. I guess the vision of a strong burly black man fucking a petite blond white girl wasn’t just a white man fantasy. So the plan was in place as the guests started to arrive for a late afternoon BBQ. The ribs were sizzling in the smoker, and a large pitcher of Top Shelf Margarita’s was chilling in the fridge. My wife liked these especially well, and I did too because with three shots of booze and three shots of mix per drink, one didn’t have to drink many to feel the effect. As she poured for the first of our guests, she politely poured herself one and began to imbibe. My wife, ever the dutiful hostess, kept glasses topped off and, congenially, drank right along keeping pace with her guests. By the time the ribs were served with the fixings, she was starting to feel the effect as she had consumed several of the potent cocktails, on an empty stomach. I cautioned her to slow her consumption. I wanted her relaxed and slightly buzzed, but not passing out drunk. After the meal and some socializing, the couples started to drift toward the door. I had hoped the free-flowing liquid refreshment would encourage hasty departures and it had worked. The single males however were all staying put. They all knew the grand plan, though not the detail, for their involvement would be spontaneous. After all the couples had left and only several single males remained, Gerome asked if we could retire to the den for some movies on the 52″ home theatre system we had recently purchased. After he had briefly reviewed our impressive library of videos, he asked me, in a manner my wife could hear if I had any skin flicks? I said yes and went to the stash in the master bedroom. I chose one that had the semblance of a plot to it, hoping to keep my wife interested in it. When I returned the sweet yet acrid smell of Pot was floating in the room. I had told Gerome to try to get my wife to smoke some. I knew this always made her horny, but she was on again off again about its use. As I entered the room, she was taking a big hit off the joint Gerome had passed her. She passed it to me and I hit on it then passed it on. We continued to pass the joint around the room until it was gone. All totaled my wife took three hits off the joint. In her desire to be a good hostess, she had joined right in which was what I had hoped for. I told the guys to settle in and put the video in the VCR. It was about a young woman taken captive by a biker gang and forced to serve them sexually, but who overtime, comes to enjoy her role. It had all the elements I needed. Multiple partners, and interracial fucking. I threw a pillow on the floor beside the sofa, and lay down on my belly to watch. I gestured for my wife to join me. Though partially drunk and partially stoned, she managed a very ladylike decent to the floor beside me in the short dress she was wearing. I snuggled in close to her and we started watching the fuck flick. As the movie progressed, I sensed a rise in her level of excitement, characterized by her fidgety movements next to me. I decided it was time to put the next phase of my plan into action.wife fuck friend sex storiesRolling to my side I drew her into my arms and kissed her a long, slow, deep-wet kiss. The kind designed to stir feelings. She responded by kissing me back in the same manner. It certainly appeared as though the combination of Margarita’s, Pot, the fucking on the movie and my kiss was creating the desired effect. Now it was time to see how deeply that effect ran. I began kissing her again, and at the same time I ever so slowly I crept my hand down her back and across her ass until it was at the hem of her short skirt. My hand then reversed direction and started to slide up under her skirt, along her inner thigh. When I reached the crotch of her panties I slid my hand up onto her ass. As my fingers traced her crotch upward to her ass, it felt as though her pussy lips were fully engorged with the blood of her lust, and she moaned softly. Releasing from the kiss she whispered that I should stop as we might be seen, yet she made no move to remove my hand. My hand began to caress the cheeks of her ass, an action that really turns her on. I whispered back to her the guys were all staring intently at the video and we wouldn’t be observed and from where we were lying they would have to make a concerted effort to see what we were doing. My fingers moved to the thong that ran through the crack of her ass and traced downward to her sopping wet cunt and began to work inside. As first one then two fingers worked in and out of her steamy snatch, I told her they couldn’t see anything if they looked except my hand under her skirt anyway. I went on to say even if they did, that was OK, because she was my wife, and we could put on a little bit of a show for them. This must have appealed to the exhibitionist in her as her lips came down onto mine and she began to kiss me in earnest again. I could feel her cunt starting to suck on the invading digits sawing in and out of her steamy fuck hole, and her ass moved in an almost imperceptible counter rhythm to my finger-fucking motions. I felt it time again to advance the plan along. I laid my ankle over the ankle closest to me and started to draw her legs further apart, ostensibly to gain better access to her pussy. At first she resisted slightly, then she yielded completely. Her legs slid apart and to lend credence to why the move was necessary, I inserted a third digit into her pleasure palace. She again moaned softly into my mouth as she continued the heated kiss. My leg spreading he legs was Gerome’s signal to action and he moved unnoticed to the place beside her other leg. I held the kiss, hoping to prevent protest as he took her other ankle and spread her legs a few inches further. I detected a jump of surprise from her as he touched her ankle, but she didn’t stop kissing me. So far so good. Gerome continued with his execution of the plan, by placing his hand under the hem of her skirt and moving it smoothly, slowly but deliberately, up the back of her thigh. I again felt her inwardly gasp as his hand contacted the cheeks of her ass, but I felt her melt again as he gently molded the nearest cheek with his large hand. She began to offer more intensity to the kiss I was receiving, telling me Gerome’s efforts were having the desired effect. I don’t know whether it was just the pleasure of the kneading of her ass or the fact it was a strange hand, Either way, I didn’t care, she hadn’t protested this intrusion and I felt we were on the way to the goal I sought. Gerome continued to knead her ass for several moments as instructed, and my wife’s kisses became more passionate. It was time for the next step. I gave Gerome the signal to proceed by unwrapping my leg from around hers. Gerome began to move his hand over to the thong as I had and once it was under the cloth, slid it down toward her fevered pussy. When I felt his hand touch mine, I withdrew my fingers from my wife’s cunt to be quickly replaced by two of Gerome’s larger digits. I felt her start to diminish the kiss as if to protest and I quickly began to massage her stiff clit with my cunt-juice slickened finger. Instead of breaking the kiss, this served to intensify her passion and she began to suck on my invading tongue as if it were a hard cock. Her hips were also actively gyrating to the stimulus of the two hands. I felt it safe to continue. I withdrew my hand from her panties leaving only Gerome’s probing digits, and her hip gyrations never diminished. I scooted up toward her head until I was sitting with a leg down either side of her body, her head in between my legs. I bent over and whispered “Suck me baby.” as I unfastened the fly of my pants. My erect cock sprang free and my wife quickly grabbed it and swallowed the head into her mouth. The look in her eyes told me she was lost to her lust, but that she also was also perhaps a little miffed to the whole scene that was unfolding. Yet the intensity with which she was sucking my cock and gyrating her hips to Gerome’s finger fucking told me lust was winning the war in her mind and body. I let her continue to suck me for several more minutes, then gave Gerome the next que. Bending over my wife’s bobbing head, I grasped the hem of her skirt and drew it up around her waist. I heard Gerome gasp as my wife’s lovely ass came into view, just inches from his face. The only thing obstructing the view was the band of thong material that split her ass checks in two. This was his signal and Gerome smoothly withdrew his fingers from my wife’s nibbling snatch and grasped her panties by the waist and started to slowly draw them down. This was a moment of truth, and when my wife redoubled her efforts at sucking my cock, I knew we had passed this milestone. Gerome drew the panties down her long shapely legs, and off one ankle. He then reached up on the sofa for a large pillow. Sliding his hand under her belly, he lifted her up and slid the pillow under her midsection. He then settled between her splayed thighs and began to dip his tongue into her fully exposed cunt and to tease her lust engorged clit. I had always heard, and bought into the stereotype, that blacks didn’t like oral sex. But Gerome went after my wife’s lust bloated pussy like a man possessed. His tongue dipping into her soppy cunt and then flicking her hardened clit, with occasional attention to her puckered brown star was having its effect. My wife was nearly deep-throating my cock, something she had never been able to do, in her effort to drain my balls of her favorite beverage. I felt it as time for the ultimate test and signaled Gerome. The lusty young black man raised to his knees, between my wife’s splayed legs. Unzipping the fly of his jeans, he released the largest cock I had ever seen. I have a nice size cock at nearly 9 inches, but Gerome’s was close to 14 and what made it truly magnificent was it was as big around as my wife’s wrist. It was only partially erect when first released from his jeans, but a couple of good strokes and the huge black fuck-tool was fully hard and ready for action. The dark black head glistened with the precum that had oozed from it while he had stroked it to full erection. Gerome scooted up further and began to trace the bloated lips of my wife’s pussy, slickening the head of his cock further with her juices to prepare for penetration. The feel of the cock tracing her pussy caused my wife to look up at me, though she never stopped sucking my cock. The look in her eyes said don’t you think its time to put a stop to this.sex storyAt that very moment, Gerome began to penetrate my wife’s tight, wet cunt with his massive cudgel. The first thrust sent 8 inches of the huge Alabama black snake into her steamy hole. My wife gasped at the fullness of the sudden intrusion and stopped sucking my cock momentarily. On the second thrust I heard Gerome’s belly slap against my wife’s ass and knew he had sunk all 14 inches into her. For her part my wife just moaned at the fullness this fucking cock was stretching her too, and again drew my cock back into her mouth for another round of enthusiastic sucking. As Gerome continued to thrust into her, my wife gradually was coming up onto her hands and knees in an effort to meet his thrusts with counter-thrusts of her own. The slut in my wife had finally been set free and she was actively fucking another man as she sucked me. There could be no doubt that she was a willing participant even if booze and drugs had been used to break down her false inhibitions. On her hands and knees now, I pulled her blouse, a simple tee, up around her armpits and unlatched her bra. The slapping noise that Gerome’s fucking had caused, caught the attention of the other guys and they all quickly surrounded the three of us. Not saying a word, only indicating with gestures, I had two of them lay on their backs and begin to suck the turgid nipples of her small breasts. My wife’s breasts, being as small as they are, are extremely sensitive to any attention at all. As the two men sucked and nipped the erect nipples, she responded by hoovering my cock even more vigorously. After a few more moments, I emptied my balls into her mouth. She lost nary a drop as she swallowed every squirt of her treasured prize. I gestured at one of the other guys to take my place and just before she inhaled his offered cock into her mouth, she screamed as the first full-blown vaginal orgasm of the evening ripped through her. “FUCK ME LOVER. FUCK MY CUNT. HURT MY LITTLE WHITE PUSSY WITH THAT BIG BLACK COCK OF YOURS. FUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKK MMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEE.” Gerome was slamming into her hard now. My wife was rocking back to meet his inward thrusts, then rocking forward to capture the cock in her mouth again before rocking back against Gerome again. I was in heaven watching from across the room through the viewfinder of the video camera as I captured every moment. But now for that special shot before Gerome blew his load, putting him out of action for a brief while. I walked to the group and stopped them all with gestures again. My wife looked up at me with lust in her eyes and a look that said why are you stopping them. I took her hand and stood her up, then led her down the hall toward the guestroom. I knew she would never approve of fucking another man in our bed and this way too, our bed would still be ok to sleep in if we made it to sleeping this night. As we walked, I completed the disrobing of her fully exposed body. The guys had followed without being told to and I laid my wife down on the guest bed. The two that had been sucking her nipples lay down on either side of her and went back to sucking. My wife’s hands came down to caress the backs of the heads of the two guys and her eyes closed as she gave into the lust consuming her body once more. I told Gerome not to resume fucking her until I returned with the video camera, and left the room. When I returned, I set the video tripod at the foot of the bed and zoomed in on her steamy pussy. I had never seen my wife’s lips so bloated before or her clit standing so erect. It looked like she had a small penis growing from between her labia. I gestured to Gerome and her crawled between her legs. I caught the most beautiful sight on tape to view again and again, as her cunt opened up and swallowed the huge black fuckstick Gerome was shoving into her. The contrast of black cock disappearing into white cunt was truly the most erotic sight I had ever seen, and the fact the cunt belonged to my wife made it even more so. Now my dictionary defines the word cuckold as a man whose wife is unfaithful. I have always heard it said it is a man who likes to watch his wife getting fucked by strangers. If that is the true definition, I became an out-of-the-closet cuckold at that very moment. Watching that big black cock drive into her petite body, seeing her legs in the air and hips thrusting against Gerome’s thrusts and hearing the moans of pure animal lust coming out of her were enough to give me my second hard of the night. My wife for her part was moaning in cadence with the cock thrusting into her. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. As her next orgasm approached she got louder. “FUCK ME. FUCK ME. FUCK ME. FUCK ME.” Then as Gerome let loose his hot seed into her belly he triggered another orgasm. “FUCK ME. FUCK MY CUNT. YES, YES, HOSE ME DOWN WITH YOUR HOT CUM. DROWN MY CUNT WITH YOUR CUM. OH YES, FUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK MMMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.” After Gerome finished unloading into her and climbed off, one of the other guys climbed on. For the next several hours it was a continuous chain of fucking cocks. As quick as one would blow in her, another would take his place. My wife was usually sucking on one trying to get him ready to fuck her again, while another pounded on her cunt. She was being her own fluffer. But she had always loved sucking cocks, even telling me of men she sucked even though she wouldn’t fuck them. I was treated to watching her lovingly suck Gerome’s cock into readiness a couple of times that evening. Again the erotic sight of that big black cock disappearing into her white face was soooooooo arousing. Followed by it disappearing into her willing cunt. My wife is a fair complected blond, and Gerome one of those extremely dark African-Americans whose cock is even black at the head, so the contrast was even more stark. Her orgasms had started to come continually, which wasn’t unusual for her after she got the first two. So the chant of “Fuck me” was also continuous, only stopping while a different lover crawled between her legs. If a lover took too much time getting into her cunt with his cock, she would chide him to hurry and fuck her. I told you my wife was a world-class slut. Yet, in spite of the fact I knew this, she even surprised me that night. My wife had been abused anally by an insensitive lover at one point in her life and the resulting damage to her tiny ass had led to infection, embarrassment and weeks of physical pain. But the most severe damage had been emotional. And though she loved me to tongue her ass or finger her ass with a well-lubricated finger, while I fucked her, she would never let me stick my rather large cock into her ass and fuck it good and proper.hot incest storiesAfter a couple of hours of fucking though, most of the time being double penetrated with a cock in her mouth while one worked her cunt over, she announced she wanted to be triple penetrated. She had one of the men lie on the bed and she mounted his erect cock taking it deep into her cunt. Then selecting the man with obviously the smallest cock, she handed him a small jar of Vaseline from the nightstand and had him lube up and put his cock into her ass. She chided him to go slowly until he was buried balls deep in her ass. Then she called Gerome over to her head and began to suck his stiffening cock. After a few minutes the three cocks were stroking her without mercy, but after she managed to suck Gerome dry, it became obvious she was experiencing the best fucking of her life as she chanted. “Fuck me. Fuck my ass. FUCK MY ASS YOU BASTARD. FUCK ME HARD YOU SONS-OF-BITCHES. CUM IN MY ASS. I WANNA FEEL YOUR CUM IN MY ASS. FUCK MY ASS. FFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKK MMMMMMEEEEEE.” The guys fucked on her for about four hours. Each fucked her at least three times. A couple, including the undeniable Gerome, four times and one even five I think. Oh the staying power of youthful lust. After all left around two in the morning, my wife was covered from head to toe with dried or drying cum. I helped her to bathe and to bed. We slept the sleep of the dead curled in each other’s arms and woke as the late morning sun illuminated our bedroom. The thought had occurred to me the hell to pay might come in the morning as I drifted off. My dreams though were of cocks coming from every angle at my willing slutty wife, and dreams of becoming a millionaire selling amateur videos of my wife, the newest porn queen, on the Internet. As I awoke, I rose and went to the kitchen, preparing coffee for me and setting my wife’s teapot to boil. Her tea was ready as she entered our country kitchen a few minutes later, and any worries of recrimination by morning’s light were quickly dispelled. As she sat to her tea and the toasted English muffin I had prepared for her, she quipped “Remind me never to smoke pot and drink Margarita’s in the same evening again.” As if on queue, I asked why. With a wink and then a smile she said, ” MARGARITA’S AND POT MAKE MY PUSSY HURT!” I proved myself right, in that, since that night, I have no trouble getting my wife to participate in sexual events that involve third, fourth, and more parties. In fact, if she sees a strange man or woman (yes, it turns out my wife is BI) that turns her on sexually, she won’t hesitate to ask and I will attempt to set up a liaison. Sometimes the women are reluctant, but my wife is so attractive, the men have never been. We only have two rules. One I must always be present, so she isn’t cheating (a loose distinction I know, but it works for us) and two, we keep it within limits. No obsession with it, so we usually confine it to two or three times a quarter. Oh, in case you wondered, my wife wouldn’t allow anyone to see the videos except those who participate, so there goes my dream of riches. I always video the events and sometimes participate, but usually I am just the voyeur behind the camera. I will have to tell you about some of these sometime, but that is another story for another time. Ok, we all know I am a sick puppy, even so if you have comments or suggestions, write me at

Brian was 18. He was a complete loser at school and he was fairly overweight. He was a pretty disgusting…

My name is Melanie Stuart, Mel to anyone who really knows me. This story hinges on a problem I have had since age twelve. I am told it is a serious one, at least that’s what all the doctors and talk show hosts say. It may seem very distasteful or even quite disgusting to many that read this story. For this I am sorry, but if I am to be honest I must tell it as it really happened.I guess my problem or illness started when I was in gymnastics. I was a good gymnast and trained four hours a day with dreams of going to the Olympics. Being a gymnast I had to watch my weight and like many of my teammates developed an eating disorder. Yes, I was bulimic. I’d go on binges eating everything in sight and then make myself throw up. My teammates and I used to have bingeing parties eating whole bags of chips and cookies and then watch each other puke it all up. We thought it was cool, but also knew it was wrong and dangerous so we kept it secret from everyone outside our little cliche.An injury ended my gymnastics career just before I turned fourteen. I left the sport with a tight, under-developed (for my age) gymnast body and of course my dark secret, bulimia. During the next few years my body began to change rapidly and by the time I turned sixteen I was no longer that cute little flat gymnast. Though still somewhat petite at 5’2,” I was now a 34C and had sprouted 37 inch hips and full round buttocks while keeping a 25 inch waist. My legs, though they had lost some of the muscle tone I had had while competing, were still very strong and shapely.In high school guys showed a lot of interest in me. I have to admit that I certainly went out of my way to encourage them. I dated often and figured out what boys wanted very quickly. I lost my virginity my sophomore year and never looked back.Though I guess I had an alright body I was still bulimic and constantly struggled, usually unsuccessfully, with the temptation to binge and purge. I kept it a secret from everyone until I met Mike.Mike and I met my Freshman year in college shortly after I turned eighteen. He was twenty-seven, a grad student at the university and, I might add, gorgeous, 6’2″ and about 180lbs with beautiful blue eyes. I was in love the moment I met him. We started dating and it soon led to me spending a lot of nights at his apartment. I loved it, but sometimes when we had gone out for dinner and I had eaten a lot I felt the compulsion to purge. Sometimes when the urge became too much for me I’d wait until he fell asleep and then sneak to the bathroom and make myself barf. I did this a few times and he never seemed the wiser, at least that was what I thought.I guess I hadn’t been careful enough because one night as I was sticking my fingers down my throat the bathroom door flew open. The next thing I knew Mike was standing over me with a look of shock on his face as I quickly pulled my hand away from my mouth. I was mortified.“So, what’s the matter Mel?” he asked still staring at me huddled by the toilet in a t shirt and panties, my face flushed in panic.“I, I wasn’t feeling well,” I lied though it was at least partially true.“Why the fingers down the throat then?” he asked suspiciously as he leaned against the sink in his underwear…I hesitated a few anxious moments diverting my eyes guiltily from him… Unable to look at him I just stared at the floor anxiously, “I thought it would help,” I whimpered.“You seem to have this problem a lot. I suspect there is more to this,” he said accusingly.I sat there on the cold tile floor leaning against the toilet dumbfounded. “He Knows,” I screamed inside. Tears began to flow down my cheeks as I looked up at him, “Please don’t be mad,” I cried.As tears streamed down my face he knelt down next to me and took me in his arms. At first I didn’t even notice this understanding gesture as I became consumed in the embarrassment and humiliation that he now knew my dark secret.“Mel, it’s ok. I understand,” he whispered as he comforted me in his arms.I raised my head and looked through my puffy tearing eyes at the sincerely concerned expression on his face. His reaction surprised me. “You don’t think I’m disgusting?” I asked between sniffles.“No honey, I don’t,” he said smiling as he wiped the tears from my cheek.“I love you so much,” I cried wrapping my arms around his neck.Our lips met in a soft, beautiful union. It was quite honestly the most romantic kiss I had ever experienced despite the fact that we were leaning against the toilet. I was in heaven and opened my mouth as his tongue played lovingly with mine.While I sucked on his tongue he slipped his hand under my shirt and began to caress my soft, pliable breasts. His touch excited me so much and I held tightly to his neck with one hand as I ran my other hand over his broad muscular back welcoming his need for me.For a few minutes we were lost in an embrace that I hoped would never end, but then he pulled away and just peered into my red swollen eyes questioningly.“What?” I asked somewhat defensively.“Nothing,” he assured me still looking at me strangely.“What??” I asked again anxiously frustrated with his evasiveness. “You still want to do it, don’t you?” he probed.“No, just forget it, OK,” I whined diverting my eyes from his embarrassing gaze.“Mel, it’s ok. If you want to go ahead, really, I don’t mind, really,” he insisted as he tried to lift my chin to look at him.His words to say the least shocked me and I immediately looked up at him. “What??” I asked surprised that he would actually encourage me to do such a thing.His expression puzzled me I was feeling such shame, so dirty and disgusting, but at that moment he was gazing at me with desire. “How could he want me?!” I thought to myself incredulously.Glancing down I could see the obvious lustful excitement protruding in his underwear. I was speechless.Before I could find my voice he grabbed me by my hips and lifted me onto my knees so that my face lay flush against the rim of the open toilet bowl. I placed my hand on the rim and raised my face off the cold porcelain as he positioned himself behind me.“Mike, what do you want?” I asked in confusion.“Take off the shirt,” he ordered sternly.His abrupt tone was not that of my lover, he was a stranger! I had never seen him like this before. I felt a chill rush through me as my queasy stomach knotted in fear. Submissively I raised up on my knees quickly pulling the t shirt over my head.Tossing it away I timidly peeked back over my shoulder. He just stared at me as if in a daze as he slipped his fingers in the waistband of my panties and slowly peeled them down over my wide hips. I watched him slip my panties over the ample, meaty globes of my ass and drag them to my knees.Feeling his hand cup my sex I turned my head back to face forward and shut my eyes as I nervously submitted to his probing fingers. My knees instinctively opened wider stretching taut the elastic of my little panties. I felt so vulnerable, so defenseless at that moment, my guilt ridden mind telling me that I had no right to object no matter what he did to me. .“OOOHH,” I yelped, my eyes agape in fearful shock as my panties cut into my flesh and were ripped from my legs.For an instant his unexpected brutality left me trembling, my heart pounding in my chest, however my fear soon dissipated as two fingers worked their way into my dripping pussy. As the long thick digits began to finger fuck my wet cunt I brazenly arched my back and began to grind my crotch madly against his hand.“Oh Mike, yeah fuck me,” I whimpered.Seconds later Mike crammed a third finger into my hole stretching it wide. As he continued to fuck me his thumb seemed to be spanking my distended clit with each thrust of his hand. Lost in a masochistic haze of excruciating pleasure I spread my legs obscenely to allow him to plunge his fingers deeper into my sopping cunt. I clawed at the cold, hard rim of the open toilet, his fist slamming into my crotch incessantly, until my cunt jolted violently as I became overcome in orgasm.Mike’s fingers slipped from my oozing hole as I knelt panting breathlessly, my head hanging in the toilet with the ends of my shoulder length hair dipped in the clean clear water.Before I could move I felt his hard cock rubbing along my slit and I could feel my own arousal seeping from my pussy wetting his shaft… Coming down from my orgasm I began to feel the all too familiar cramping in my stomach. Though I felt uncomfortably bloated I wanted so much to please him and longed to feel him inside me.Gazing into the toilet water I waited anxiously for him to penetrate me. My confusion over what he had said was all but forgotten as I knelt there wiggling my fleshy ass pleadingly for him to fuck me.Finally his cock, wet with my juice, slowly slid into my hungry cunt and began a steady rhythm in and out as I moaned feeling another orgasm rising from deep in my full belly. My pussy involuntarily squeezed his beautiful prick as my pussy twinged. Tiny orgasms peaked and subsided as quickly as they came, but I wanted more and began to buck back against his rigid pistoning cock.“Do it for me Mel… Make yourself do it!” Mike exclaimed breathlessly as he rammed me from behind.“Do what?” I cried out in confusion.“I want you to make yourself do it, NOW!” he screamed as his big cock drove violently into me making my supple globes bellow from the force.“I, I can’t,” I whined suddenly realizing what he wanted me to do.“Yes you can, DO IT,” SMACK, he yelled striking my quivering ass cheek with the palm of his hand.I screamed in shock more than pain at the sudden stinging blow and grabbed the rim of the bowl with both hands in an attempt to move away from him. Mike held me firmly in place preventing me from escaping as the thrusts of his cock became much harder shoving me forward so that my head was completely over the bowl, my flopping tits banging heavily against the cold porcelain.“DO IT Mel,” SMACK – SMACK, he demanded as he again spanked me burning my sensitive fleshy ass.Mike pummeled my hot pussy relentlessly as tears fell from my cheeks rippling the still waters beneath me. Desperate to please him I reluctantly brought my fingers to my mouth. As my fingers reached my lips my mind blurred aware only of how much my bloated stomach and insatiable pussy craved release.“Oh Mike, oh God” I whimpered and then I jammed my fingers down my throat just as Mike was ramming his cock into me. My face contorted as I stared wide-eyed for the imminent carnage. I gagged violently and then suddenly I was puking into the bowl as I lunged involuntarily against the savage thrusts of Mike’s cock.Aroused and humiliated beyond reason I suddenly felt surges crashing in my cunt as I heaved one last time. Orgasms ripped through me as Mike grunted, gripping my hips tightly in his strong hands while his hot cum erupted deep in my clenching hole. Mike leaned over my sweaty back and kissed it lovingly as I gasped for breath staring at the string of spit and bile that extended from my lips to the cesspool below. I was still in a state of shock and had not yet begun to think rationally about what had just happened. At that moment I only felt relief, but the levels of that relief were not yet clear to me.Moments later Mike’s now softening manhood slipped from my sore, satiated pussy and he immediately pulled me off the toilet and swung me around to face him. When our eyes met embarrassment overwhelmed me as he gazed at my face, my eyes swollen and red, cheeks flushed and remnants of my purging still dripping from my lips and chin. To my shock he embraced me and drew me to him. I peered up at him confused that he was not repulsed by me. A strange almost mischievous smile grew on his face and then he kissed me passionately bathing his tongue in my defiled mouth. Breaking the kiss he cleaned my lips and chin with his tongue seemingly aroused by its fowl taste and stench. I watched in awe as he then took my hand and cleaned the very fingers I had only minutes before shoved down my throat. Without a word we stood up and I got in the shower as Mike flushed and cleansed the toilet bowl. He then joined me in the shower and we washed each other in utter silence. When we were done we toweled off and went to bed where I, exhausted and I guess somewhat in denial, fell asleep cradled in his strong arms…The next morning I awoke finding him already awake. His head was propped up in his hand and he had apparently been watching me sleep. “Good morning,” he whispered kissing my cheek tenderly. “How do you feel?” he asked with a concerned look.“I’m ok,” I answered hoarsely as the events of the previous evening flooded back. “I can’t believe we did that,” I said, my guilt intensifying with the graphic images of him fucking me like an animal as I made myself puke as I came on his cock.“You liked it though, didn’t you,” he smirked without hesitation.“Stop it,” I pleaded burying my face in the pillow remembering the intense orgasms I had had during the final dry heaves.My mind reeled with chaotic horror. I felt so dirty and disgusting. No normal person could ever understand what we had done. “How could I have done it- my God, how could he? Is he… are we that perverted?” I asked myself.As I began to cry Mike rolled over and got on top of me before I knew what was happening. His cock was already hard and as I pulled my pillow off my face he spread my limp legs and sunk his cock slowly into my surprisingly moist vagina. I stared up at him incensed that he would want to make love when I was feeling such anguish. Supported on elbows he stared at me lustfully. “YOU DID, you loved getting fucked while you puked your guts out,” he laughed.“NO, I didn…” my protest smothered by his lips.Suddenly I was consumed in the passion and force of his kiss and the tingling sensations his hard thrusts provoked. I ground my pelvis against his overwhelmed by my sudden hunger for him. He raised up and peered lustfully down at me as he pulled my knees up to my chest holding them captive with his strong arms.“I LOVED SEEING YOU PUKE – FUCKING YOU WITH YOUR FACE IN THE DIRTY TOILET,” he shouted as he drove deep into my defenseless cunt.“NO, OH GOD NO,” I screamed tearfully as I began to thrash about, my legs limply flailing in the air. My burning pussy began to betray me, acknowledging what I could not yet admit to myself. My darkest wanton desires seemed to fuel my arousal and suddenly surges of my orgasm began to grip my belly..“Fuck ME,” I cried, my eyes clenched shut as I became focused only on my imminent climax. Mike was an animal fucking me out of control forcing loud guttural grunts from us both each time he slammed into me. Suddenly it was there. “Oh, ohhh…” I cried as my hole constricted on his cock with crashing wavesMike rammed his cock into me for a few more seconds after my orgasms dwindled. I just lay there like a rag doll as he pumped his load into my happy pussy.We talked some afterwards about my bulimia and the events of the previous evening. Relieved that he was accepting of my illness I struggled to find some way of rationalizing what we had done. As we discussed it briefly we seemed to avoid, at least verbally, any condemnation of our perverse behavior. No matter how much I tried to deny the depravity of that night I would find myself drowning in guilt.I felt guilt on so many levels. I had always felt guilty about my bulimia, but now the fact that it had brought some twisted sexual gratification to both Mike and I appalled me. Over the next few days I tried desperately to convince myself that it had been a fluke thing brought on by our desire for each other and the shock we had both experienced when he had discovered my secret. I tried to rationalize that it had just been our unique way of dealing with it all, but his words kept haunting me. Every time I thought I had a handle on it I would relive that morning as he shouted those awful things as he fucked me, “You loved getting fucked while you puked” – “I loved watching you puke”. As his words echoed in my mind I felt so ashamed of how their perversity excited me. Each time my mind replayed that night in his bathroom I would find myself touching myself, my panties soaked with my juices.A few days later Mike suggested we go to the city and have dinner, maybe take in some clubs. I readily agreed knowing that we always had such fun when we went there. We made reservations at a little motel we had stayed at on previous trips. Mike preferred to stay overnight rather than driving the hour and a half back to campus after a night on the town drinking.Well, when we got to the city on Friday evening we weren’t really hungry so we took in a few clubs. It really was fun, we danced and drank up a storm till about midnight.When we left the last club we were famished and immediately found a cute little cafe to have dinner. I was so hungry and a little drunk so I didn’t realize how much food I ordered. When I was giving the waitress my order Mike seemed to be smirking at me. I realized that he was amused at what I was ordering and I just looked at him with a cutesy grin, “I’m hungry!” I said laughing. He just smiled and told me order whatever I wanted.I ate two appetizers, a big entry and even found a way to stuff a big slice of banana cream pie and some ice cream into me despite how gorged I felt. I’m not stupid – I knew I was bingeing, but in my somewhat drunken state I didn’t care.As we were paying the check I asked Mike to wait while I used the ladies room.“It’s not far to the motel – can you hold it?” he asked more like telling me than asking me.“Alright, let’s go,” I agreed reluctantly.He quickly paid the check and we left. I know he was looking forward to spending the rest of the evening having sex, but at that moment sex was the farthest thing from my mind. I felt so stuffed and sat uncomfortably in the passenger seat anxious to reach the motel and get it out of me.Upon reaching the motel I waited impatiently in the car as Mike checked us into our room. I felt horrible during those few minutes, my overstuffed stomach beginning to ache while struggling to hold my pee. I thought I would burst. As soon as we got in the room Mike made a dash for the bathroom. When I realized he was going to use the bathroom I tried to grab him. “I HAVE TO GO MIKE” I screamed.Ignoring me he quickly went inside and shut the door behind him as I stood outside squeezing my legs together in agony. “HURRY MIKE,” I pleaded.When he finally came out I was surprised to see that he was naked, but ignored it as I tried to get by him thankful I hadn’t peed in my pants. Just as I tried to negotiate around him he blocked the door. .“Get the fuck out of the way, I’m dying!” I cried in frustration as he just stood in the doorway smiling.“This isn’t funny – I’ve got to go,” I pleaded.“Don’t worry you’re going to go,” he laughed as he pulled his hand out from behind his back. I stared at the shower curtain he had in his hand in confusion. “What the hell are you doing with that?” I asked perplexed.“Mel take it and spread it out on the floor – I want to watch you pee on it,” he ordered holding the sheet of plastic out for me to take.“NO FUCKEN WAY,” I shouted indignantly assuming he was joking.“Well you can pee on the rug then, cause you’re not getting in here,” he said triumphantly.He stood in the doorway and crossed his arms in front of him, the curtain hanging from a fist, with a defiant look on his face. “You’re serious,” I exclaimed in disbelief.His face softened, his eyes almost pleading with me to cooperate. Please Mel, I really want this,” he said, his voice calm but firm.For a few moments I just stared at him dumbfounded. I couldn’t believe he was asking me to stand on a shower curtain and pee on it while he watched. Was he that perverted? In my wildest fantasies I had never conceived of such a thing. As I stood frozen unwilling to cooperate my bladder screamed for release quickly weakening my resolve.He stood in the doorway with an unyielding expression waiting for my inevitable submission. Realizing he was not going to let me in the bathroom I hesitantly extended my hand toward the plastic curtain in silent consent“Take off your clothes while I lay it out,” he instructed eagerly.Grimacing in disgust I went to the bed and with my back to him quickly removed my clothes desperate to pee regardless of where I did it. When I was naked I turned to face him. He already had the shower curtain laid out on the floor in front of the bathroom door and was now folding over the edges I suppose so that nothing would get on the carpet. Once he was done he stood back in the doorway and smiled mischievously.I had to pee so badly I quickly stepped onto the sheet of plastic and stood awkwardly in front of his lustful gaze unsure how I was to do it. I must have looked confused because he instructed me to spread my feet out and squat down. Exasperated I glared at him as I squatted down as he wished. .Suddenly feeling silly I nervously peeked up at him flashing him a weak smile embarrassed at how I must have appeared. I quickly diverted my attention from his eager eyes and stared down at my pussy, which was spread wide open.My bloated bladder needed no more inducement and after a couple of trickling squirts a torrid of hot piss began to pour from between my open legs. In the position I was in I could see and feel my urine splashing up wetting my ass and thighs as it flowed freely over my bare feet. Relieved as my bladder emptied on the floor I looked up at Mike and saw that he was stroking his erection as he stared wantonly at the spectacle before him.During those few seconds I watched him jerk off I began to feel a perverse excitement having done this for him. The idea of squatting naked in front of him and peeing on the floor was so taboo, so lewd, but suddenly I found it thrilling.As the stream dissipated he knelt down in front of me and took me into his arms. Dropping to my knees I returned his embrace as we kissed passionately kneeling in the warm puddle I had created for us.Reaching between us I took his rigid cock in my little hand and began to slowly stroke him just as I had watched him do to himself just moments before. Our lips parted and I watched as he immersed his hand in the puddle beside us and then raise the dripping fingers to his mouth. He gazed into my curious eyes as he extended his tongue licking my pee from them slowly. He seemed to savor the taste and licked all around each finger so not to miss a drop.If someone had told me that he would do this I’m sure I would have been grossed out. For some reason watching him taste my pee wasn’t disgusting, at that moment it was the most intensely erotic act I had ever seen.Suddenly he moved forward pushing me back onto my butt splashing pee up between my legs. My ass and thighs were covered with piss. Startled and instinctively repulsed I began to resist trying to get back on my knees, but he moved over me forcing me to lay back as he got between my legs. My god, I was laying in my own urine!“Oh Mike, God I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I whispered excitedly as he nestled his rock hard cock in my wet pubic hair.“I’m going to fuck you in your pee,” he hissed as he aimed his cock at my soaked pussy.Laying flat on my back Mike embraced me as we began to fuck excitedly in the warm pungent liquid. I wiggled beneath him overwhelmed by the sensations of my body slipping and sliding as he ground me into the wet plastic with each thrust of his stiff cock.I loved it, but his weight on my full belly was becoming too much to bare. “Please Mike, get off my stomach,” I begged.Mike, realizing my problem, got up on his knees and with an evil smirk swung my leg over turning me onto my stomach. Before he had me turned completely I tried to get myself up on my knees, but I wasn’t quick enough. The maneuver had gotten my stomach, chest and tits covered in pee, but I was beyond caring.Feeling partial relief in my aching stomach I knelt before him on my hands and knees completely wet with urine anxious to feel him inside me again. I glanced back at him, my wet hair matted to the side of my face as he entered me from behind. His cock felt so good I couldn’t help grinding my ass back to meet his initial thrusts.“Mel, PUKE FOR ME,” he yelled as he rammed his cock deep into my hungry cunt.“Oh Mike, no…not here,” I begged breathlessly relishing the full feeling of his cock.WHACK “AAAAAHHH,” I cried out as his hand crashed against my ass. SMACK – SMACK – SMACK “AAAHHH, PLEASE NO…STOP OOOOOHHH,” I screamed, my heavy ass cheeks burning. “DO IT,” he demanded as he gripped the soft flesh of my hips as he rammed his cock into me savagely.Overwhelmed with lust and humiliation I bucked my stinging ass back to meet his thrusts. With urine spraying off my flopping tits onto my face I stared down at my hands gripping the wet plastic. I knew what I had to do, what I needed so desperately.Craving relief I brought my pee drenched hand to my mouth and jammed it to the back of my throat causing me to heave and cough as I pulled my hand out of my throat. The bitter sweet taste of my piss only seemed to excite me more and again I pushed my fingers deep into my throat. My whole body lurched and then heaved as vomit launched onto the plastic beneath me. As I continued to heave my cunt suddenly clenched, my whole body convulsing in release.Mike was beside himself fucking my hot, tingling pussy excitedly as I gazed through my tears at the horrible mess beneath me. Gasping for breath I tried to turn away, but suddenly he drove his weight forward forcing my arms to give way and I fell face first into the soupy pool of vomit and urine.He lay over me mashing my tits into the hot bile, chunks of undigested food biting into my nipples. Shutting my eyes I gripped handfuls of vomit and plastic in my fists, my chin plunged up to my lips in the wretched mixture. The stench burned into my nostrils as I struggled for breath, my body helplessly sliding around in the gooey slime, as his cock drove into me like a jackhammer. Thrashing my legs wildly my cunt suddenly convulsed again Spasms ignited deep in my hole and then exploded throughout my belly. “AAAHHH,” I moaned, my cry sticking inaudibly in my raw throat.My pussy grabbed and squeezed at Mike’s swelling cock and I could feel it throb in my hole ready to shoot. “OOOH SHIT,” he grunted and then his orgasm erupted blasting jets of hot cum into my clenching hole.When he was spent he rolled off of me onto his back. I turned towards him laying my head on his chest. For a few moments we laid there recovering, our bodies intertwined as we lay like pigs in the mire.Slowly he combed his dirty fingers through my disheveled matted hair prompting me to open my eyes and look at him. His expression seemed distressed, one of agonizing guilt or remorse. Without a word I leaned forward and kissed him. “It’s ok,” I whispered.“I love you Mel,” he whimpered.“I know,” I assured him.Pulling a few strands of dripping smelly hair behind my ear I leaned forward slowly. Our lips met and then parted as we gazed into each other’s eyes. I brought my lips to his once more. We kissed tenderly our tongues and lips hungrily consuming the residue of our love.,telugu leave letter Then I saw him, there he stood. His head was down, his hair a dark curtain covering his eyes. My gaze lingered on him for an instant, his head tilted to the side a little bit, so that one eye peaked out of his dark hair. He looked directly into my eyes. My drink stopped at my parted lips, I felt foolish, blushing, I swallowed hard and set the drink down on the table in front of me. Gathering my courage up, my eyes drifted down the rest of his body. He wore a black net long sleeve shirt, his upper body was totally visible through the netting. I could see the chiseled look of his chest, the dark circles and glint of silver where his nipples stood out against the material. His legs were encased in what looked like broken in black leather, tightly buckled at the waist with a silver buckle. Black biker boots with small silver buckles on the sides rounded out the package. Both of his hands were stuffed into the front pockets of his pants, his shoulders were down and rounded, sorta like a little kid who knows he’s done something wrong and is just waiting for the punishment. When my eyes had made it back up to his face, he had moved his head a little more to the side and back so that I could see his entire face. He was looking right back at me. I hope he likes what he is seeing, I thought to my self as I straightened out my shoulders and sat up a little straighter. A small smile curved the corners of his mouth, and I blushed again. I don’t usually go to clubs alone, but my date had canceled and I had just sorta wondered in. The guy had taken his hands out of his pockets and placed them against the wall behind him, fingers spread out near his hips, palms against the brick. He looked like he was about to push off the wall, but he stayed there, looking at me with that half smile on his lips. When my heart stopped beating so fast and my breath came easily again, I realized that he was waiting for an invitation. Fear bloomed in my stomach, what the hell was I doing, did I really want this to happen?? I looked down at my hand on the glass and realization dawned warm and comforting in my groin. I looked back up at him, he had raised his eyebrows a little, sort of a question mark in his eyes. I nodded at him and the question left his eyes and a smile took its place. He pushed off the wall, winked at me and turned around and strode out the door of the club. So I was supposed to follow him, did I dare? Fear doubt and an incredible electric feeling hit my stomach again, I stood up and downed the rest of the drink in one gulp. I walked quickly to the door, pushing out into the warm air. The noise level went down considerably. There he was, just turning the corner to where my car was parked. I followed. The parking lot was not lit very well, lights at either end of the building where you either spiraled up or down to the next level, but no lights in between. He was leaning against my car, waiting for me. I got a better look at him up close, it was still dark but I my eyes were getting adjusted. He had small silver nipple rings and no hair on his chest. His smile revealed perfectly white teeth. His hair was black, shining and just past his shoulders. He had one hand in his front pocket and the other was leaning against the top of my car, bent at the elbow his hand cradling his head. I did not know what to say. I pulled keys out of my jeans and walked around to the passenger side of the car, the side he was on. His hip was pressed against the door handle. I held the key out in front of his groin and made a stab at the lock. I missed, the key clattered against the paint on the door. I could feel his eyes on me, I looked up nervously at his face, the keys jangling slightly in my hand. He really did have perfect teeth, they were all showing in the smile he was wearing. The hand that was in his pocket came out and lightly touched my hand that was holding the keys. I felt a bolt of electricity shoot up my arm and go directly to my lower stomach. I dropped the keys. They lay right on his silver buckled boot. I smiled nervously and bent my knees, going straight down the front of his body to retrieve the keys. His boot moved slightly so that the keys fell between his boots. I swallowed on a dry throat and got my hand around the key ring. My face was directly in front of his crotch, the leather smelled warm and rich. As I was standing up, I let my hand stay between his legs, softly raking the key up the inside of his leg. When I got to groin, I scraped up the front of his thigh and looked into his face again. I felt more power, more control.sex imageHis eyes were closed and his mouth was slightly open, his hips had pushed forward a little. But I could still hit the key hole. The key slide into the lock, I turned it and brushed the front of his pants with my knuckles. Again I felt the bolt go up my arm and straight to my cock. He leaned closer and whispered something in my ear. Was it Latin? I didn’t understand it. He simply smiled and opened the car door. He folded himself into my little sports car. I ran around to the drivers side. He had reached across and unlocked my door. I got in and noticed how big he looked in my car, he looked uncomfortable. I reached between his legs and found the control that moved the seat back, my elbow was brushing against his cock as I struggled to move the knob from my position. It finally let go and swept him back about 15 inches. He stretched his legs out and sighed. I put the key in the ignition and paused to think of what I was doing. What was I doing? Where was this going? I looked again at his body, he was beautiful. I turned the ignition and put the car in reverse. I went to the spiral that went down and we were soon on the street, heading to my house. It was incredibly hot in my car, he touched a button on the door and the window came down on his side. His hair flowed freely around his face and shoulders. I could smell him on the breeze, in the car. He smelled very masculine, with just a little polo. I wanted to touch him, taste him, get in really close and smell him. I struggled with all these emotions, and more. Did this mean I was gay? Had I been gay all along. Sex with My girlfriend had been satisfying, I came didn’t I? But I don’t think I had ever been this aroused at just the thought of touching someone. I wanted desperately to reach out to him, caress him. He hummed slightly, his eyes closed, his head turning slightly to catch the breeze. It was a short drive, I live just outside the city. I rolled to a stop in my garage and pushed the button on my visor to close the door. I sat there waiting for something, anything. I was losing a battle with my self. He touched my leg, his hand was incredibly hot. I felt burned. A decision was made. I turned to him, there in the car, and looked into his eyes. They were a dark liquid brown. He looked at me expectantly, searching my face for some kind of clue. His hand still burned on my leg, he gave a small squeeze. I took his hand from my leg and brought it up to my mouth, brushing my lips across his knuckles. That’s when the dam burst inside me, I knew what I wanted and I knew how to get it. I got out of the car and headed for the door to the house. I heard his door shut and knew he was following me. I opened the door to the landing inside the house. From the landing you could go three ways, down to the basement, up to the second floor, or straight ahead to the kitchen. I chose the basement, I had a pool table, wet bar and a very comfortable leather couch down there. Not to mention the big screen and stereo. I could hear him padding down the stairs behind me. I turned on the light over the pool table and went to the bar and poured a white Zin, and offered it to him. He was looking at my stereo set up. He found the power and Nine Inch Nails started pumping out of it. He turned it down a little and turned to me with that big smile. He took the Zin and offered it to my lips, I did not catch it all in my mouth, some escaped. He came in close, his body pressed to mine and licked the wine off of my chin and the corner of my mouth, I think that was the no turning back point. One of my hands found his ass and the other tangled in his hair. He set the glass down on the pool table and wrapped his arms around me. Both of his hands scratching down the small of my back and into my jeans. My mouth found his, it was hot and alive with electricity. I could feel small explosions rocking my head, my cock, my hips, my stomach, my mouth. He was licking my teeth, biting and sucking at my lips, reaching further into my mouth with his tongue. I felt him break the kiss, I sucked in air and went searching for his hot mouth again. He had moved to my jaw, he was kissing along the curve and following it up to my ear, leaving a wet trail where ever his mouth touched. I groaned and dragged his mouth to my throat, right below my ear, I could hear his ragged breathing and feel his hot breath on my throat. I took his earlobe in my mouth and sucked for all I was worth. I gently tugged on it with my teeth and then moved to shove my tongue into his ear. That got a groan out of him. I could feel him sucking hard on my neck, how was I going to explain a hickey to My girlfriend? He came up for air and found my mouth again, I was ready, I let my tongue trace his wet lips, then I pushed in side his mouth to lick his teeth and probe into the nooks and crannies of his luscious mouth. He moaned and roughly rubbed his leather crotch to my denim one. He pulled his hands off my ass and out of my pants. He was moving his hands up my chest to the buttons on my shirt. He struggled with the first one briefly before just pulling it apart, he did the same all the way down to my stomach. Buttons were flying everywhere. I pulled his shirt over his head and threw it to the couch. I wanted a closer look at his nipples. They were perfectly round, puffy and an erotic shade of red. The silver rings made his nubs stand on end. I wanted to take it in my mouth, but I didn’t want to hurt him. He roughly pushed my lips to his nipple. I gently took the whole thing into my mouth, ring and all. I could not close my teeth around his nipple so I tugged on the ring with my teeth. He hissed and ground his leather crotch against me. I lavished the same attention on his other nipple. One of my hands was caressing the small of his back, I love that area. The other was wrapping itself in his silky hair. I pulled his head back roughly and locked my mouth on his neck, let him explain that hickey to his girlfriend. When I could taste blood in my mouth, I let his neck go. The clash of the bright red hickey on his white throat was so sexy. His hands were moving over my chest pinching my nipples and tugging the hair that was all over my pecs. I wanted to move down his body, I started at his collar bone and kissed and sucked my way down his chest. I made a wet trail to his right nipple, my hand closed on his left one, pinching and pulling at the ring. My mouth slid down his rib cage. I found a whispy pleasure trail. I tongued every hair on his belly before moving to his belt buckle. I tried to undo his belt with my teeth, but it would not budge, so he undid it himself. I loved the feel of the warm metal in my mouth as I pulled the belt free from its loops. I threw the belt toward the couch and moved toward the buttons on his leather pants. I pulled and they undid themselves. He was standing above me, his hands on either side of his body holding himself up with the pool table. I could smell his crotch, the heat was incredible. It felt like I was reaching in to molten lava, as I reached into his pants. I felt a thick patch of hair and further down a very hard cock. He wore no underwear. With one hand still inside, I pulled his pants off with the other, all the way down to his black square toed boots. His cock lay twitching in my palm, purple and glistening in the heat. I kissed the tip, I ran my tongue along the underside. I licked at his balls and then came up to tug on his bush with my teeth before pushing him onto the pool table. I pulled his boots off, then his pants, then socks. He lay there naked and beautiful. I took the glass of Zin and poured some on his cock, it ran over his hips and down his balls and dripped onto the pool table. I started to lick it up. It had pooled on his thigh, the wine tasted funky mixed with his salty flesh taste. I left him there on the table while I undid my belt and jeans. I shucked them off in one fluid movement. I was wearing boxers. my cock stuck out of the slit at an angle. those too came off and went to the pile of clothes near the couch. I went back to him. his hips were on the pool table, his legs dangling over the edge. I pushed his knees up till his feet were planted on the bumper of the table leaving his ass and balls swaying gently over the edge. I got more wine and poured it on his balls this time. I watched it flow down the crack of his ass and drip down the edge of the pool table. I knelt on the floor so that my face was level with his ball sac. I pushed his thighs further apart and leaned into his balls. I tried to suck them both into my mouth at the same time. I couldn’t, so I settled for one then the other. He was writhing on the edge of the pool table, moaning and groaning just the way I like it. I ran my tongue down the path that the wine had taken and I heard a loud moan. I pushed my face into his ass and wedged my tongue into his hole. The sounds he was making went up an octave as he ground his ass onto my tongue.taboo xxx storiesHe had taken his cock in hand and was stroking it slowly from balls to tip. I searched around for a while trying to find his prostate with my tongue. No luck, but by this time he was growling to me or to himself, I couldn’t tell. After slobbering all over his hole I stood up and took my cock in hand, running it up and down his crack. His eyes were smoldering into mine, begging me to ram my cock up his ass. I placed the head of my tool up to his puckered little ring, and pushed very gently. His little ass welcomed me in and settled around my cock. I was gripping his upper legs and pulling him toward me, sinking deeper into his tight little hole. His teeth were set and his eyes were closed, he was still pulling on his cock, long slow strokes. I had bottomed out, my balls were against the pool table. I slowly pulled all eight inches out, I aimed the tip of my cock and plunged in ball deep. He yelped and started to stroke himself faster. I leaned over and bit his leg, I smacked his ass, I wanted him to cry out again. I pulled all the way out again, and lingered at the opening, I took his balls in my hand and rolled them around. I gave them a good tug as I shoved my cock in to the hilt. He cried out, I am pretty sure it was Latin, what ever, as long as he made noise. I wrapped his legs around me and picked him up, my cock still buried to the hilt inside him. I held him close to me, I pulled on his nipple rings, sucked one in my mouth, then the other. I carried him to the big leather couch, my hips pumping into him the whole time. His cheek lay against my forehead, his mouth close to my ear. He was whispering something to me, I could not understand. His cock was rubbing against my abs. I laid him down on the couch and kissed his forehead, his brow, eyelids, the tip of his nose until I found his hot little mouth. I sucked fiercely on his bottom lip, pulling and biting into it. I licked his teeth forcing my tongue deeper into his mouth, feeling his cock squirm against my abs. I pulled almost all the way out and plunged in again finding a slow rhythm. working my way in and out while my tongue tried to rape his mouth. I wanted him to be noisy, I wanted to hear his grunts and groans. I pulled off his mouth and bit his shoulder. He cried out and humped against my abs, both his hands were wrapped around my ass, pulling me deeper into him. I leaned down to his ear and whispered “Fuck my cock baby,” then shoved my tongue into his ear. He shouted something and his ass got very tight and so hot. I could feel that he was coming on my stomach. He pinched my ass and scratched my chest, his ass gripping my cock so tightly that I started to come, bucking roughly into him again and again until collapsing on top of him. We lay that way for a long time, snuggled together, me on top and still inside him. My head resting on his shoulder. I could feel his cock moving against my abdomen, getting smaller and tucking itself back into its foreskin. I let my spent cock slide out of him and felt my cum seeping out. I moved to his side and held him to me, my front to his back, one arm under my head as a pillow, the other wrapped around his abdomen. I could hear his light breathing, I think he was asleep. I drifted off to sleep, feeling more relaxed, happier than I had ever been in my entire life.

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