Your cock pounds my ass harder, my cheeks rippling with every deep thrust you give. The sounds of our moans and your balls slapping as you fuck me hard is suddenly broken by the ringing of your phone........... And you wake up. It's 2:30am and I've just finished work. As arranged, I'm giving you a "Booty Call" and I'm on my way over. I arrive at your place 20 minutes later to find you standing at your door, dressed only in a pair of tight boxers that show off the mound of your crotch perfectly. With only one reason for our meeting, you waste no time in inviting me in and leading me straight to your bedroom. The only lighting comes from the lamp next to your bed, it's dim, but bright enough for me to notice the lube and dildo placed nearby. You turn to face me and begin removing your boxers but I tell you to stop as I move in closer. Reaching for your crotch and looking into your eyes, I massage your cock with both hands, feeling it grow and harden, so I drop to my knees and gently nibble your shaft through the material, inhaling the masculine aroma of your sex. Grabbing the waistband, I pull your boxers down, slowly exposing the swollen shaft until it springs out, the purple head brushing against my nose as it bounces. With one hand I lift your cock and kiss your balls, then lick them, before gently sucking them into my wet mouth and massaging them with my tongue. Releasing you, I lick up the underside of your cock then around the head before kissing the tip and slowly parting my lips, surrendering my mouth to your thick shaft as you feed me your full length over my tongue. You grab my head firmly as you begin to fuck my face and I open my mouth wide in an attempt to take you all in, gagging as your swollen head hits the back of my throat with every repeated thrust. The brief pauses you give me between your thrusting allows me to catch my breath while I wrap my lips tight around your cock, sucking hard and slurping as I break suction to work my tongue over the head, before you take control and fuck my face again. Just when I feel like I can't take anymore gagging, you stop, bend down, and we kiss deeply. Your whiskers scratching my lips and my wet tongue blending with yours as we taste each others mouths. You stand me up and I remove my shorts. I begin to rub my cock and you watch me as I wank it slowly for you, stretching my foreskin back to reveal its swollen purple head that aches for your touch. I get on your bed and position myself on my back with my head hanging over the side facing you. Approaching me with your cock in your hand, I grab your hips, open my mouth and take your swollen head past my lips as I suck you in deep. Leaning forward, you put your hands on my chest and begin to fuck my mouth again, your balls slapping my nose and your cock feeding me salty precum. Not wanting to actually cum yet though, you pull out of my mouth, your cock twitching, precum still escaping from the large head and dripping on my face. With your cock "resting", I begin licking your balls with my wet tongue, kissing them and gently sucking on one, then the other. I feel a warm sensation and realize that my cock is finally feeling the magic of your warm, wet mouth. With your lips caressing my shaft, your tongue dances around the head and the suction feels so fuckin good. You lift my legs up and back, exposing my ass. I gasp as you insert the tip of a lubed finger, slowly working it in deeper, gently fucking me. You suck my cock harder and begin to insert a second finger, making me moan loudly as my ass is stretched and I try to cope with this welcomed invasion. You finger fuck my ass with your two fingers while your magic mouth and tongue work on my cock. I announce that you're going to make me cum, so you stop and tell me that I'm not allowed to yet. Telling me to remain on my back, you climb off me and kneel between my legs. I prop myself up on my elbows to watch you, to see you rubbing lube over your beautiful cock and the dildo. Lifting my legs again, you insert the tip of the dildo into my ass and start to work it in deeper, much deeper than your fingers could reach, and as you slowly fuck me with it, you lick and suck my balls. You have me at your mercy with the dildo fucking my ass and my balls in your mouth. I want you in me, and as my moans get louder, I plead for your cock. You remove the dildo and I hold my legs back as far as I can, lifting my ass higher, I feel your swollen head at my anus and I beg for you to fuck me. As you push through, I'm overcome with the sensation of my ass being stretched, and with one smooth thrust, your entire length penetrates me, filling me with your cock and making me call out in a mix of pain and pleasure. I feel like I'm going to rip and it hurts, but it hurts so fuckin good and I moan loudly as you fuck me with long, deep, slow thrusts. Watching you fuck me and knowing that it's your cock that I can feel in my ass is all I can take. I call for you to fuck me harder and I grab my cock and start wanking furiously. A wave of pleasure consumes my body and I yell out as my cock erupts, sending thick wads of cum over my stomach and chest. You lean further forward and start thrusting deeper, faster and harder, the wet slippery sound of your pounding and your balls slapping against my ass drowning out our moans. With sweat dripping from your face and mixing with the cum on my chest, you announce your impending ejaculation. Your body tenses, you grunt and yell, pausing as your cock pulsates and I feel your hot stream of semen shoot deep in my ass, then you give me more heavy thrusts as your balls empty inside me. With your body still twitching, you pull out and your cum flows out onto your sheets. You give me your cock to suck, which I gladly inhale, hungrily tasting the combination of the lube, your cum and my ass. We share a shower together, cleaning each other and talking about what we'd like to do next time, before I head for home and you go back to bed, both of us feeling very satisfied and excited for my next visit.

17 July 2019

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'm walking out of the gym, all sweaty, bag in hand, I make my way to the car and find you leaning on it. "About time" you say as you motion for me to open the doors. I unlock the doors without a word and wait for you to get in. We both know this game. We both know what's coming. I put the car in reverse as you reach your hand across to my thigh, rubbing up to my crotch you feel me getting harder. I put the car in drive and make our way to darker part of the carpark, away from prying eyes. I pull up and turn the engine off. Making sure the lights are out, I command you to stay in the seat. I get out and walk around to the passenger side door, motioning for you to lower the window. As you do I pull my now hard cock out for you to admire. "Start sucking" I whisper. You take my cock in hand, and reach out of the window to start sucking. A small groan escapes me and you take that as indication to suck faster. I pull your hair back to see your eyes. "Look at me" "Good girl" I say and I pull hair back to pull you off my cock so I can come down for a kiss. I taste myself on you. And smile. I open the door, "turn around" with sly grin you do as your told. "You better not be wearing any panties you dirty girl" I lift up your skirt, "Am I a good girl?" You ask me. I don't answer. I rub my fingers between your ass cheeks and down to your pussy. Making sure you are wet. I lift my fingers to my mouth a taste you on them. "Yummy" I say as I bend down to bite your ass. I spread your cheeks and start licking front to back, making sure both your asshole and pussy get equal treatment. With a free hand I rub your clit as I do this, feeling you start to buck. I pull away my cock hard and ready for you With a quick slap across your ass cheeks I say "spread your ass for me" my throbbing dick ready for you. I rub the tip against your pussy, making sure it's ready and wet, I slam it deep in your soaking pussy and start thrusting. I keep thrusting making you moan with each thrust. You're feeling me get harder inside you, knowing any second I could fill you with my cum. "Harder" you wimper, as you do I smack you across your ass. I grab your hips and keep on fucking, having you buck on me, "cum on my cock" I demand. I feel your pussy tightening around me, ready to send me over the edge. You lift yourself off your tippy toes, falling into the car, as you can barely stand any longer. Your cum running all over my balls, I explode inside you. Still thrusting making sure ever drop goes inside you. I slide a finger in your asshole just to tease you... "This will be next time" I whisper as I pull my cock out. "Suck me clean now" I order. I let you do as your instructed, satisfied that I am clean, I pull my pants up, reach for my gym bag and grab my towel. I pass it to you. "Good girl" I say as I walk round to the drivers side. "Let's go home, you've got to wash me when we get home"

15 July 2019

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Molly’s heart was pounding waiting for the door to open. John buzzed again just as a family walked past. Molly put her head down; terrified the young family would know exactly why they were waiting outside the door with a discrete sign in a dimly lit street. Finally it opened and they were welcomed inside. It was Molly’s first time at a swinger’s club but John had been many times before, “don’t worry, you’re safe with me,” he whispered in her ear as they climbed the stairs. The hostess ran through the rules. They were simple; no fucking upstairs and you must be at least a little covered when drinking in the bar. John and Molly were the only two there and sat down to enjoy a drink to help calm molly’s nerves. A prison officer was deep throating an inmate on the big screen while the crim tore her top off, revealing perky fake tits. He grabbed them and started fucking her face while she choked all over it. It made for a nice change from the sport playing on TVs that usually adorn bars and it was enough to give Molly the confidence to spread her legs. John started kissing her neck while she ran her hand on the inside of his thigh, feeling his cock start to swell. He ran his hand up her stocking, under her dress and let his hand rest over the mound of her pussy. While they were kissing another couple came and sat in the couch beside them. The curvy girl was much younger than her dark haired partner and the denim skirt she was wearing barely covered her round ass. “We have company,” John said. Molly looked over and watched as the man licked a finger and slipped it straight under the girl’s skirt. He pulled her singlet down letting her tits bounce around while he flicked her nipples with his tongue. Molly could feel herself getting wetter and wetter and when the girl spread her legs to give a perfect view of her slit being fingered she begged John to take her downstairs. He grabbed her by the hand, leading her into the lower level where clothes were definitely optional and any surface was available for fucking. They walked through the maze of rooms until they could hear whimpering. There on the bed was a dark haired girl wearing a black corset being fucked from behind by her partner. Her head was buried in the mattress while he grabbed her hips, slamming his hard cock into her. Molly could see John’s cock straining in his pants and her mouth started to water. She stared into his eyes as she started to undo his belt. “Get on the bed,” he said. But she refused. Annoyed by her insolence he grabbed her by the hair pulling her onto his knees. She took his hard cock in her hand and started sucking it. Molly was hungry for John’s cock and started trying to fit the whole length of it in her throat, gagging while he held her head so she couldn’t move away. Spit had started running down her face by the time the man grabbed his partner and put her on her knees beside Molly so they could suck at the same time. The girl looked over at Molly and the pair made eye contact while their mouths were being fucked. Molly could feel her pussy start to drip and looked up at John with her eyes begging him to fuck her wet cunt. He bent her over the bed, pulling her stockings down and her dress up. The other man put his girl on the bed beside Molly in the same position so that both women were on their knees getting fucked beside each other. The girl started to whimper again making Molly moan as John pushed deep inside her. The stranger beside them started to pound the girl harder and harder while Molly watched as his cock slipped in and out of her. All of a sudden he pulled out and came all over pussy. Watching his hot cum slide down her and drip onto the mattress was enough to make Molly cum all over John’s hard cock while he pulled her hair back. He pulled out, not wanting to cum just yet. He instructed her to take her stockings all the way off and take her panties off for the rest of the night. As she was doing this a couple walked past and said hi. Molly told John she’d like to fuck that couple so they followed them back upstairs to have a drink. It wasn’t long before the couple started making eyes at them so John and Molly walked over to sit on the couch beside them. The girl introduced herself as Rochelle and came and sat beside Molly while the men chatted. Rochelle was wearing a tiny white dress that was so tight you could tell she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Her partner Peter went to the bar to get another drink and when he sat back down he traded places with Rochelle. Molly could tell John was excited by Rochelle’s perky fake tits and couldn’t wait to get his mouth around them. The couples started kissing and Peter put his hand in Molly’s dress grabbing her hard nipples before John suggested they have a game of pool. Molly went to the toilet and when she came out she saw John pressing his hard cock up behind Rochelle while she was bent over the pool table taking her shot. She took the opportunity to make her way over to Peter and place his hand under dress s he could feel how wet she was. While Rochelle went to the toilet John told Peter he wanted to see his tongue on Molly’s pussy and held her leg up while he bent down and shoved his tongue deep inside her. Once Rochelle was back it was time for the four of them to go downstairs. The couples swapped partners in the spa with the girls straddling the men. John’s mouth was all over Rochelle’s tits while other couples watched. Molly was watching Rochelle bounce up and down on John when she leant and over and whispered to Peter that she wanted to feel his cock in her mouth. She started running her mouth up and down his long shaft until John grabber her and put her over the side of the spa to fuck her while couples watched. He pushed her down onto her knees so she could taste her juices all over him and invited a young guy who was watching to fuck Molly’s mouth. “Suck his cock now,” John said. Molly did exactly what she was told, stopping only to occasionally switch and take John’s cock deep into her throat. Rochelle and Peter got out of the spa and asked them to join them in a private room. Rochelle’s tiny, bald pussy was perfect and Molly couldn’t wait to bury her face in it. John told the girls to get into a 69 position. Molly was on top lowering her dripping pussy over Rochelle’s face she grabbed Molly’s ass pulling her onto her mouth. Slipping a finger inside her tight pussy Molly started to flick Rochelle’s clit with her tongue. The men stood at either end of the girls, John where Molly’s ass was and Peter where Rochelle’s pussy was spread wide open. They pulled their cocks watching the women pleasure each other. It wasn’t long before they were on the brink of climax, Molly exploded all over Rochelle’s tongue while she buried her face in her cunt. Molly knew Rochelle was about to cum because her moans coincided with her pussy tightening around her finger before it gushed everywhere. Molly took her fingers out and used her tongue to lap up all of Rochelle’s juices. John was excited and told Molly he wasn’t going to cum all over ass, Rochelle stayed positioned under her pussy and when John’s hot load squirted all over her ass Rochelle moved her face up to taste his seed. Peter came to help her and both of them were licking Molly’s ass to get a taste of John’s cum. John grabbed Molly’s hand and pulled her in close to kiss her and taste Rochelle’s juices that were still covering her lips. “Let’s go,” he said. She thought he meant home and started walking in the opposite direction before he grabbed her wrist and pulled her deeper into the maze of rooms. They stopped at the doorway where a girl with long blonde hair was sucking her boyfriend’s cock. Beside them another girl bounced up and down on her muscly partner, writhing in ecstasy. Again John bent Molly over the mattress so she could get a better look at the girl’s pussy sliding up and down his cock. He started to fuck her when the girl sucking her boyfriend offered Molly a turn at wrapping her lips around his cock. She obliged while John slid his fingers inside the blonde girl. While being spit roasted Molly watched as the man whose cock she was sucking spit onto his fingers, he reached over and slipped inside the girl’s ass while she rode her boyfriend. Choking on the man’s cock she barely noticed when the girl hopped off her boyfriend and he slid to the end of the bed where Molly was. She lifted her head and started sucking him while John kept playing with the blonde’s soft little pussy. He pulled Molly onto the bed and climbed on top of her. She quickly looked at John to make sure it was ok to fuck the guy; he nodded. The blonde took John into her mouth while the guy slipped his throbbing cock inside Molly’s waiting pussy. He was so big that while John wanked over the girl’s tits all he could see of Molly was her pussy getting slammed into by the massive man. She started to moan when he grabbed her throat and said “cum on me, baby”. She did and as she looked to John she saw him doing the same, covering the blonde’s tits with a massive load cum. Molly’s pussy was raw when John led her into the change rooms to get dressed. “Have you had enough?” he asked. “For now,” Molly replied with a smile.

11 July 2019

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He'd been off fighting fires. I knew he was exhausted. All the firies were. The flames were unrelenting, the heat overwhelming and the conditions deadly. I'd been waiting to hear from him for days. I couldn't help worrying about him, wondering which fire front his unit was working on. When I got his message I was so relieved. But the news wasn't all good. He was home for a few hours only, just enough time for a soak in the shower, a quick nap and then he had to be back at the staging area. He told me he wanted to see me but his mother was at his house, looking after his dog. We discussed meeting at the fire station but then that might have become awkward too. I just wanted to see him for myself, to hold him, kiss him. He wanted the same. We'd never met anywhere else apart from where he lived but I felt I had to come up with a plan. If he was going back to the fire front I wanted to send him off with a smile on his face and with a hot memory to last him until we saw each other again. We agreed on a place to meet. It was quiet and secluded and as I drove my car in I saw him dip his headlights. My heart started racing. I wanted this man badly. I pulled up alongside him and he hopped into the car. This guy makes me melt. We have serious chemistry and it was even more intense this night. We fell into each others' arms and kissed intensely, kisses filled with longing and lust and so much passion. He held me back and looked at me, gently pushing a lock of hair away from my face. 'God I've missed you' he murmured. I took the palm of his hand and kissed it gently, looking up at him almost shyly. 'I've missed you too' I replied. 'So much'. He looked so good and smelt amazing. He always smelt amazing. Anyone else would probably just see a normal guy, but I could sense that the last few days had seriously affected him. He looked tired. Still gorgeous, but not as vibrant and relaxed as I normally saw him. I felt this deep surge of affection for him and leant up and tenderly cradled his freshly shaved face. 'Come here' I whispered, tugging him towards me so I could gently trace my finger around his lips before slowly and deliberately kissing him. I asked him how long we had. 'Not long babe' he muttered, 'I should be there now actually'. I smiled at him and told him I was just happy to hear from him and be able to spend a few minutes in his arms. 'Before you go', I grinned cheekily at him, 'I wanted to give you something'. 'You don't need to give me anything' he exclaimed. 'You already give me more than enough'. I assured him I didn't *need* to give him anything but I wanted to, so much. I shoved him back against the seat and eased over closer to him. I started kissing him more forcefully, loving his obvious physical response to my tongue probing his mouth. His hands came up to caress me and I pushed them away. He looked confused. 'Just sit there' I ordered. 'Don't do anything'. 'Let me take care of you'. His eyes widened as he started to understand what I had planned. 'No', he exclaimed, 'seriously, you don't have to do that'. 'I'd rather wait until we can be together in bed'. I assured him that I wanted that to, and that I wasn't taking no for an answer. I had an overwhelming urge to spoil my lover. To blow his mind. To show him what he meant to me. I licked my lips. I wanted this so badly. I started teasingly kissing my way down his neck and chest. I ran my hands underneath his shirt and found his nipple. It was stiff and erect and he sucked his breath in as I squeezed it firmly. I dragged his shirt to the side, exposing his other nipple and gently lathed my tongue over it. I could see the pool of moisture beading around the stiffened skin and then when I blew gently on it he shuddered and moaned. Slowly and deliberately I unbuttoned his shirt, licking and kissing and teasing every inch of skin as it was exposed. When I came to his waistband I unbuckled his belt, popped his jeans stud and then eased the zip down. By the light of the stars and moon I could see his large bulge twitching under his jeans. That's what I was aiming for. Every now and then I would look up at him and his eyes were just filled with lust and sparkling with anticipation. I wriggled him around a little until I could get my hand inside of his pants. I quickly found his warm, stiff cock and with a bit more wriggling managed to free it from his jeans. It flopped against his stomach with a thwack! We grinned at each other, laughing at the noise it made and just enjoying the connection we shared. I looked down and saw the tip of his glorious cock was oozing pre-cum. I licked my finger and swiped it across the head and scooped up some of the glistening, sticky liquid. I put my finger in my mouth and made a loud, appreciative sucking noise as I lapped every drop off, loving the sweet sugary taste of my lover. I was so in control and just had this man in the palm of my hands. Or so I thought. Suddenly, he grabbed me by the shoulders and almost threw me back against my seat. It actually knocked the wind out of me a little. I'd never seen him like this before. His eyes had sharpened and he looked angry. 'Fuck I want to taste you' he growled. I didn't even have time to reply before he'd tugged my skirt up over my thighs and then he roughly pushed my legs apart and wrenched my panties to the side. What the fuck was happening! I was meant to be spoiling him! I started to protest and tried to push him away but before I knew it his head was between my thighs and I could feel his warm breath on my labia. 'God you smell so good' he mumbled, 'and fuck you are so wet'! I don't know why he was so surprised, when I was turned on I flooded my panties with sticky pussy juices and I was very, very turned on. His rough hands gently pushed my lips apart and as his tongue started probing my soft, warm pussy I realised I was holding my breath! I ran my fingers up his back and scratched my nails through his hair. He probed even deeper inside of my cunt and his tongue found my clit and it was like I'd been hit by a bolt of lightening. Bastard! I could tell he was grinning, he knew I was super sensitive and that I liked to set the pace. I had nowhere to go though and his weight was pinning me down. I felt like I was spiralling out of control, getting lost in the intense sensations of my lover eating me up like a starving man. Finally I came to my senses and remembered what I was there for. I curled my fingers in his hair and pulled him back. 'Babe', I croaked lustily, 'that was amazing, but this is my time'. It took all my willpower and strength to wrestle him back into position. He knows me so well. He was starting to look very excited and was obviously highly aroused. I bit my lip as I looked longingly down at his cock again. 'I want you' I told him throatily, gazing up at him. 'You can have me' he replied, smiling down at me. I didn't need to be told twice. I manouvered myself into position above his cock, smelling his soft, clean, fragrant skin and smiling as his cock twitched with anticipation. My mouth was watering and I leaned in and gave the head of his cock a long, lazy lick hello. I love giving head to this guy but he had never let me go all the way before. Tonight he didn't have a chance. I wanted it all. I plunged my hot wet mouth down over his shaft, easing my lips down as far as I could. I didn't have a chance of getting him all inside of me but I made sure the base of his shaft received plenty of attention with my hand firmly wrapped around it, stroking him in time with my head bobbing up and down. 'Oh fuck me' he yelled as I increased my pace. I had a feeling this was going to be the world's quickest blowjob! I settled into a rhythmic pace, forcing his stiff dick into my waiting mouth over and over and over. My tongue traced the bulging veins of his shaft and I sneaked in a teasing lick around his tip every few strokes. I spat onto his knob and looked down at the glistening glans, then looked up into his eyes as I jerked him off in my hand. 'I want your hot cum in my mouth' I told him. 'I'm greedy, I want it all'. 'Now'. I'd just lowered my mouth back onto his cock when I felt him stiffen. I heard him suck his breath in and I plunged my mouth down lower than ever before, gagging on his huge cock as it hit the back of my throat. He wrapped his hands through my hair and cradled my head as I increased the tempo, sensing he was close. Suddenly he started yelling every expletive under the sun and I felt him tense up completely, then jerking a few times and then suddenly relaxing. I moaned as I felt the hot gush of his spunk fill my mouth. He was shooting load after load and I fucking loved it all. I swallowed deeply so I could take it all. He jerked a few more times and then I felt that moment when it all became too sensitive and I gently let his cock flop out of my mouth. I softly lapped his softening shaft clean and then I tenderly kissed his cock, thanking him for the gift he'd just given me. I sat up and wiped my mouth, grinning at him. He was just looking at me with half closed eyes, then started laughing. 'Come here' he ordered as he pulled me for a long, wet kiss. 'You're amazing'. 'Ha'! I laughed, 'no *you're* amazing' I replied, 'and you're also going to be late.' 'Get your arse out of my car and go and fight those fires.' He kissed me one last time, my lips tender and swollen now and both of us tasting our mingled juices. Then, after tucking himself back in he eased himself out of the car. 'Come back to me safe' I whispered. 'I will babe' he replied. 'I always do'. We grinned at each like silly fools as we waved goodbye, knowing we would be together again soon, but this time naked, with time and space to explore.

9 July 2019

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i entered the house and listened to the passioned screams of pleasure to find my way to the bedroom. i open the doors to find her tied up blindfolded with a vibrator thrust in between your lace panties, unable to do anything he tells me to be quiet as he puts his dick in her mouth to muffle the screams. i think go to work slowly teasing and licking her pussy slowly making her grind her unsuspecting hips on my tongue not knowing it was a stranger with his dick in his hands being stroked as i cleaned her messy smooth kitty up.as she realised there was another man there she was shocked but her dominant husband thrust his dick deeper into her throat and told her to behave as she grunted a 'yes' and i continued to eat her for a about an hour sucking on her clit fingering her feeling her pussy grip my fingers as she orgasmed before pulling my dick out and letting it fall onto her lips for the first time. she quickly opened her mouth as her husband began to fuck her wet pussy. my sensitive balls were being treated like kings with her tongue and lips sucking and licking them making my cock drool precum all down the shaft which she quickly cleaned up with the moans from being filled with dick vibrating on my shaft as she tried to throat it all without success but a good effort with orgasm approaching she was untied and put into doggy where she continued to rock back and forth onto my cock with the motion of his trusts and as out orgasms impending she fell to her knees and we began stroking and coating her still blindfolded face in cum. the end

8 July 2019

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It was a warm sunny Monday afternoon, she was standing on a man made bridge that over looked the river, She was lost in thought watching the river the kids and animals running around, the warm sun on her back, the gently breeze she could feel across her face. He came up behind her put his hands on her hips and said “go to you car and make sure it is locked and get into mine”. We will be gone only a few hours She replied “ yes Sir” and done just that. Once in the car they drove up the road 10 minutes or so, he pulled over to the side of the road. He got out of the car came around to her side told her to turn around and slide down so her she was kneeling on the floor, he then blindfolded her next thing she knew the car was moving again he was telling her she was His to do as he pleased for a few hours. She was already squirming but luckily with the car driving she covered it well, with the movements of the car turning corners and such or so she thought! The car finally stopped, again he came over to her side and helped her out the car, and he lead her through a door her other senses heightened she smells the place it had an musky smell like it had been locked up for a long time. He leads her through more doors she carefully steps one foot at a time holding on to him for guidance. He sits her on a stool she hears him leave the room she listens for footsteps or any sign he has returned and she hears none. Her palms are sweating she hears her heart pounding with fear and excitement then she hears a great big bang, it sounds like a very solid door closing then he returns and drops what she knows to be chains on the ground they sound big heavy and very long. She feels his body close to hers he takes a handful of hair and pulls her head back, she feels his breath on her neck before he bites, lucky she is sitting as she sure would have buckled at the knees if she was standing. He says “you are wearing too many clothes for my tastes, now strip” she stands and flicks off her shoes and then slides her panties off, he grabs her turns her and pushes her, she thinks she is about to fall but lands in an arm chair, her breathing is rapid he grabs her dress and rips it off her body. Telling her she was taking far too long. She hears him pick up the chain and hears him coming close to her with it, he places some of the chain around her neck, it is cold on her skin. She loves the feel but and the rattle of the chain. He then holds the chain around her neck and she hears a ‘click’ the sound of the padlock locking around her neck. He tells her, "I know you didn’t tell anyone where you were going" and he laughs, he grabs her hands and puts her phone in it, it feels light she knows he has taken the battery out. She now panics a little, many thoughts running through her mind, what the fuck was I thinking. What if he does...... her thoughts were interrupted by his voice laughing then him saying ‘I know what you are thinking little one” and you are have every right to be afraid, because I am keeping you here for more then a few hours. Now she thinks how the hell I get out of here! She is blindfolded a chain padlocked around her neck and naked, where the hell does she think she can go in this state. Her heart is nearly jumping out her chest. He tells her to stand and she does, she hears him picking up the rest of the chain, it seems to go for ever he tugs on it and commands “follow me” and she does, she walks through another door way, there is a little step as she slides her feet along the floor, he instructs her to lay down, she does and feels a blanket under her the only slight comfort, the room is not big as she stretches out she can touch the wall from head to toe. He walks perhaps 5 steps tying the chain to something. He tells her to hold her hands out, she now feels rope being wrapped around them and tells her if you need to use the bathroom you shall have to crawl to some how to it, your chain is tied in there and no you can’t get it off I have the key to both the locks. I’ll return in a while. Do not remove your blindfold or you shall be punished! He placed a blanket over her, and with that he was gone she heard him close the door. She laid there wondering where she was, she could her cars every now and again she’d lost all sense of time and direction. Laying there for what seemed like hours she heard foot steps, she knew he was coming to the room, he said “little one it’s time to get up" he helped her up went to the other room and unlocked the chain from the bath room he lead her to another room going in a different direction to the other room she was first in. He drops the chain to the floor; she feels a rope going around the rope on her wrists and then feels her arms being lifted up over her head. He taps her breasts with something stingy a few times, and he stops. He is very quiet but she senses him walking behind her he says “what have we here little one some bruises and marks I see and how did you get these?” She replies” last night Sir with a dragon tail." She hears him place the crop down and rummage in a bag, then she feels the thud of the flogger across her bum, not once but 6 times.... she moans he keeps whacking her she could feel herself getting wet. He stops and tell her “I can smell your scent you little slut she feels her face blush she wished he hadn’t noticed but he had. After what seemed like 15 minutes of flogging her butt and a quick caning he stopped, picked up the crop and started hitting her breasts and pussy like nothing she felt before she was wriggling, dancing, jumping around with no place to go, held by the ropes. He put a finger inside her then with his other hand twisted her nipple he took his finger out she so wanted it back in her but did not want to ask, so she let out a slight moan he knew what she wanted he could scence it and knew she was a wanton slut. He said "if you want some thing you have to ask", she was desperate to cum but could not ask not yet any way. He simply said "your choice," she said nothing, he untied her hands from above her head and lead her back to her little room which again she was chained and instructed to lay down. He then simply said “do not touch your self” made sure both her hands were secured, and simply left. She laid there again so many thoughts running through her mind but the main thought was, she needed release it had been a few days, she knew she was a cum slut, and at this point In time it was all she could think about. Again it felt like hours but was probably 30 minutes, who knows. She heard a door bang and foot steps she knew he was returning, she was getting wet at the thought of him coming back his hands on her, his smell. He came in and kissed her so passionate it made her dizzy their tongues entwining ever so slowly the warmth of their lips touching she was getting wetter by this mans kiss His hand touched her face and trailed down her neck a finger slowly sliding across her nipple then across to the other side and his fingers playing her nipple like a fiddle, then the slight pinch of her nipple. The kiss stopped their mouths still touching, he with drew his lips from hers and again started touching her saying “ she had the most softest skin he had ever felt, his hand trialed down to her clit, and he was rubbing his finger along her there she was breathing hard now he would fuck her with his fingers then rubbing her clit again bringing her to the edge then stop, she said “ please Sir”, he said: please Sir what?” please don’t stop touching me and with that he plunged his fingers in and out of her bringing her to the edge again and again. She asked "please Sir, may I cum” No, he replied and stopped again, her hips were bucking she so desperately wanted more. He told her to “ lay still” she did, she then felt him enter her every so slowly it was driving her nuts, she started moving her hips with his, she felt this almighty slap across her face, “ did I give you permission to move” he asked, “ no Sir” She replied. And apologized. He grabbed her around the throat and fucked her hard, the harder he fucked her the harder he would squeeze her throat, she could feel him pounding into her “ please Sir” may I cum she struggled to ask. “No, not yet you little slut he replied” she was holding on trying everything not to cum, she was getting to the point where she did not know if she could hold it again she mumbled now “please Sir please may I cum”? he granted her permission to cum and that she did, she felt it from her head to her feet her whole body was tingling, and basking from the sensations, he then tilted her head back and put his cock in her throat she could taste her self on him, then she felt it his cum shooting down the back of her throat, he took him self out of her. He replied good girl and with that he left her alone again. Laying there once again listening to cars and for any noises that may give her a clue where she was, she must have drifted off to sleep because she woke to Him saying wake up little one and sit up, She sat up in a daze, and asked may I pee Please Sir, “ yes “ he replied so she crawled with her hands tied as best she could to the toilet and back again. She sat back down he told her to open her mouth and she did he put his mouth on hers and gave her a drink from his, it was wine she nearly choked as she does not like wine but she was thirsty He then told her to open her mouth as he feed her dinner they chatted a while, about many things all the while he still feeding her and allowing her to drink by his hand or his mouth. Only. Again when he was done he left her she really now had lost all comprehension of time but didn’t not really care, she dozed on and off him coming in using her when he wished, she even remembers him cuddling up to her naked at one point as he was cold, when he was warm, he simply left again.

6 July 2019

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We started talking on another site. I knew you were for real when you sent me a message introducing yourself. We only spoke for 2 days before we decided to meet up and I was excited to play with a real little slut. You told me the only things off limit were anal and scat otherwise i could do what I wanted. I left work early and found you waiting out the front of my place. I opened the door and as soon as you walked in you started taking your clothes off. My cock was hard in an instant watching you as you started stripping me off. You got on your knees and starting sucking my cock like it was a drug that you needed. You pulled out all the tricks. Deepthroat, long licks, sucking my balls. It quickly became the best blowjob id ever had but had to stop you before i blew down your throat. I picked you up and carried you to the bedroom throwing you on my bed, spread your legs and burried my face in your freshly shaved pussy. After a few minutes of moaning from you, you told me to lick your arsehole which i was more than happy to oblige. My cock was straining so I stopped and grabbed a condom. As i was about to roll it on you grabbed it from my hands and put it on me using your mouth. I nearly came right then... you shoved me on the bed and sat down hard on my cock taking it all in one go with a loud moan. As you were there riding me, you had the sexiest smile on your face and a look of like you were in a trance. "Such a good cock" you tell me after 10minutes as you climb off and present your self to me wanting me to take you from behind. I ease in very slowly just to tease you and when you tried to push back to get more I took some of my dick out. I smacked your arse hard leaving a welt and said "you will wait until i give it to you slut". "Yes sir" was all i got in return. As punishment i took it out completely and replaced it with my fingers and I quickly curled my them and found your g-spot. After only a quick few tickles you squirted everywhere. Covering my hand, the sheets and a little bit on the wall. It was time for me to cum to i flipped you over, drove my dick into you and started thrusting hard. You wrapped your legs around me to try and get more of me inside you and started meeting my thrusts. You were moaning loudly when i said I was about to cum. You begged me to cum on your face so I quickly hopped off, stripped off the condom and after only 3 tugs on my cock i exploded all over your face and tongue. After i finished you used your fingers to clean you face and licked my cum off them. I went to get you a towel but you were clean when I got back. As we lay there in a comfortable silence you asked how long till I could go again and did I want to go bareback so I could fill you. My cock was already hard...

30 June 2019

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## Scene 01 Kirsten was getting more and more nervous, without exactly knowing why. It was not her first nor her last quarterly meeting with the company’s top shareholders, and she could not reasonably put this unexpected inner unrest on the account of the recent merger they’d been going through, as the preliminary outcomes were clearly on the bright side. There was something else at play in this room, and as she was trying to focus on it, she realised that rather than nervous, she was more exactly anxious. “But about what, for fuck sake?” she mentally shouted. Or maybe from what? Her eyes scrutinised the board room: It was tea break time, and soft babblings reverberated gently from the service area were the male dominated crowd had flocked, to indulge in an early sugar blast. Apart from her, the only other woman sitting on the board was Kaitleen, the head of marketing. Iron fist in a velvet glove, thought Kirsten with a faint smile, and God knew you had to be made of this kind of alloy to survive in this merciless corporate world, and in the pharmaceutical industry more broadly. Kaitleen was a friend, the 2Ks as they called themselves, and right now, she was busy gesturing some brainwashing spell with a killer smile to James P., who just injected nearly a billion dollars through the merger, and seemed genuinely curious to know which double digit percent of that would be swallowed by Kaitleen’s ambitious plans. Kirsten stayed at her seat, mindlessly dipping her lips in her steaming hot mild latte, and flipping through the slides she was supposed to present in the next session, while still apprehensively glancing at the buffet over her screen. She was the chief scientist, and as such leading the R & D division, the sinews of war in this industry. Her slide deck was about to cover the perspectives of development of the group’s portfolio of molecules and products, at the light of the recent merger, something on which shareholders were likely to unconditionally grant her their trust, given her track records to date. This was all charted territory, and she could not possibly feel panicky about any of that. And yet, those funny butterflies in her guts wouldn’t be quiet. She felt the gaze rather that she saw it, as a warm beam hitting her forehead, and bringing blood to pulsate heavily against her temples. Refraining from suddenly lifting her chin from her laptop, she blinked quickly a few times, as if to brush off a speckle of dust, and in the process frantically scanned a 60° arc of vision in front of her. And there they were, two gleaming charcoal eyes staring at her, with an incredible heat radiating from them. And she instantly knew that they were the only possible source of her jittery state of mind. Like unreal dancing flames, they seemed to flicker at the same pace than her own pulse, who had now probably reached close to a hundred, crossing her from head to toe in some sort of heathen beat. Who was this dangerous creature and who had let it loose in this 30th floor board room? Getting a grip on herself, and widening her field of vision, Kirsten realised that the pair of branding irons belonged to this new face in the company, introduced as Louis and apparently in charge of strategic audit, which seemed to be enough to explain he was given clearance to this top-level meeting … as an auditor! Kirsten had briefly shaken his hand an hour ago, without granting him more than a polite smile, but she now acknowledged that it was when her unrest started. What was it with him? For an auditor, he seemed for the time particularly talkative, engaging two shareholders with some ideas that apparently made them nod a lot. He had a light asymmetric smile, revealing very white teeth, a prominent feature in his face, if to forget the probing and dancing eyes which kept occasionally darting at Kirsten over the right shoulder of one of the suits. The man was of medium build, shaven bald, olive skin, the Mediterranean or Middle-Eastern type, definitely not from the local Anglo-Saxon pool. And honestly, he would have been completely average and unnoticeable … if only he didn’t talk and move. There was something almost abnormally elegant about that, not exactly feline but definitely animal. The confident smile and moving jaws made her think of something wolf-like, the general body stance a subtle power pose only modulated by two weaving hands, apparently hypnotising his audience across a rich spectrum of emotions. The more Kirsten watched this unfolding, the more she found it fascinating, and with a mild body thrill, she closed her mouth to prevent a sigh, as she realised her nipples were getting hard within the white lace of her bra. “What’s wrong with me? Where is your self-control Kirsten?” The Chairman clapped his hands, and they were back in session. *** ## Scene 02 The air was still scorching hot on this corner of the street. Kirsten was controlling her breath to ventilate her body, and prevent as far as she could perspiration to form and accumulate in all these dark and remote parts of her person, starting with her armpits. Sydney’s summer was full on, and despite the cool influence of the southerlies, temperature at 5PM and something was still sitting steadily in the 30s. The ambient car traffic and the pavement radiating back a whole day of accumulated heat did not help. For a moment, she contemplated the option of retreating inside the supermarket, anticipating the cold air of the AC blowing on her forehead and naked shoulders, a highly tempting perspective. A quick glance at her wristwatch confirmed there were only 5 minutes left to the half, the agreed time for her meeting: Surely she could control herself, and stand outside to be visible, couldn’t she? She had been raised in the firm belief that one can achieve anything through proper exercise of their will power, and that mind was meant to prevail over matter, at least for superior human beings like her. These mantras never failed her so far, not career wise. Using deep breathing to cool down, she mentally reviewed the achievements of the day to kill time, but this routine was quickly interrupted by the vivid memory of how painfully it had started, with her presentation to the board not unfolding exactly as planned. As she concluded her speech with a positive and reassuring final statement on the unique breadth of the portfolio and strength of the team, and was preparing to sit back, she had to face a robust round of questions from this unidentified so-called auditor, the skittish Mister Louis, who went on raising points (and relevant ones) for 10 long minutes, in front of a silent yet respectfully listening audience. Kirsten stoically faced the barrage, providing her best answers, although she was growing more and more incredulous and less and less comfortable dealing with what felt like a rain of blows given to her whole argumentation. The face of her prosecutor kept absolutely friendly all along, although the smile was starting to feel carnivorous, and the inquisitive eyes seemed to tear her wide open. To the question “Dr. Kirsten, how can you be sure you’ll deliver all the goals of your ambitious program with just 10% increase in your staff capacity?”, she grew exceedingly irritated and simply retorted “I think I can be trusted on that!”, which inevitably raised a few bushy eyebrows around the table, this line sounding unusual and odd in the mouth of the documented professional she was known to be. She then pinched her lips, as Louis delivered his coup-de-grace: “Certainly so … although you know better than anyone in this room that trust does not exclude control. But we can take that off-line. That’ll be all for me!” She had been at best exposed, at worst humiliated in front of her peers, by a bloody nobody … or so it had seemed so far. Something she would have not bet on, when getting out of bed this morning. How fast things can happen… in particular bad ones. But she was a fighter, and a winner, and she had dedicated the rest of the morning thinking of a recovery move. At lunch-time, she was still pondering and weighting options, when she saw Louis coming to her, all smile and starting a casual conversation. What was said, she could not remember exactly, something about him being just arrived the day before from Europe and still unfamiliar with the city and the local culture, but clearly nothing sounding apologetic or whatsoever! She thought she would politely withdraw, but surprised herself sitting still and listening to him, enjoying somehow the spectacle given by his person: The bright flames dancing in his eyes, and his attractive hands gesturing in the air, drawing signs in some ancient language that her ears would not decipher, but that her guts turned out to be very aware of and receptive to. So when he casually said that he was looking for some help to find his way around town, she heard herself spontaneously say “yes”, and offer to tour him around, today, after work. Really? What was that? She had at least a dozen other things to do after work, including going to the gym, or picking up her dry cleaning, or spending some time with one of her daughters, or just chilling home. But devoting an hour or two to saddle up a foreigner she barely knew, and moreover who publicly roasted her, clearly was at the end of the long tail! And still … here she was, standing in the heat of the day, waiting for him to show up. Retrospectively, she wanted to believe that this was part of her recovery move, her subconscious and intuition having made the right calls here, to promptly become closer to this man, get to know him and make him if not a friend, at least a supporter. After all, he seemed very influential with the board and she could take advantage of that, couldn’t she? The man had a bland title: Strategic auditor … what does that even mean? Regardless, there was clearly strength and authority in him, that no smile could conceal, it was naturally radiating. In fact, compared to all the other men of the board, and any other men Kirsten could think of in her team and across the company, he appeared very different, almost like from a different species. Was it a European thingy? Maybe he was a big wig (so to speak for a bald guy!) in the group, and dropping in to act as a shadow COO, or even CEO? Yes, making a friend of him sounded more and more like a brilliant idea, and Kirsten was starting to feel cheered up by this train of thoughts speeding to restore her ego. “Hello Kirsten! Sorry if I’m late?” Her heart skipped a beat, and she spun around herself as if stung by a bee. She hardly heard herself reply a vague “Hello”, as she was already falling hard inside the steel black eyes, sweat dripping along her neck, temples bursting with this insane African beat … who was she kidding after all? Out of the haze, she heard him say: “So … shall we go shopping?” *** ## Scene 03 “- And where do you stay?” asked Kirsten, as they came inside the shopping centre. She was looking straight in front of her, avoiding direct contact with the dangerous eyes, and trying to regroup around the only project that seemed to make sense, out of the present situation: Find out who he really was and make a friend of him. “- I found this little place on AirBnB, not far from here, it’s temporary obviously, I need something more … permanent.” Kirsten’s mind switched to its highly efficient analyst mode, there were important clues about to be given away, and she needed to make the best out of it. “- Do you think you are going to love Sydney that much?”, she tried, now looking at the glass-like pavement of the main alley they were traveling, towards the local Woolies. “- Ha ha …” His rich and bass laughter penetrated her brain like honey on a slice of sourdough, and at the same time whipped unsuspected nerves along her spine. “It’s not entirely as if I had a choice, there seems to be some work to do here … Plus, believe it or not, I am a creature of habit, and I need a living space I can truly own.” Kirsten shivered, blaming it on the freezing atmosphere of the building, although she was dimly aware of the way the man’s rich tone of voice was resonating across a deep layer of her brain. “- But don’t worry Kirsten! I am not here to make your life miserable, if that was your next question. To the contrary maybe …” Kirsten started to think of a polite way to refute the allusion, but the next question fell sharp, like a guillotine on her tongue: “Now, tell me, why are you here Kirsten?”. She froze up, lips half open and slightly trembling, looking at this face again, now free of any smile, simply wearing a grave and curious look, as silence settled between them for an endless pair of seconds. They were standing in front of the supermarket, with people going back and forth around them, but it seemed that a bubble of stillness had formed around them, an odd space time anomaly indefinitely cloaking them from the rest of the world. Why was she here … why was she here … what did he think?? It was HER plan, HER initiative, to get the measure of him and find out how he could fit in HER view of the world and … She was the local one, playing on HER home field, whereas he was a complete outsider, unaware of the way things were done here, without a clue about the culture … he was the vulnerable one. Yet, as she immersed herself again in those dark eyes, there was no sign of any such fragility, just pure determination, irresistible strength, and the dancing flames, lively manifestations of an intelligence sharp like a razor blade. She suddenly acknowledged there was no point in making up some bullshit. “I am just here to help!” she replied in a breath. “- Okay … I’ll take that as an answer for now… although I’m keen to find out who you’re really trying to help here, me or yourself?” did he add with a wink, bursting their bubble. “- I thought you could say thank you!” she snapped, struggling to claw back some control. “- It’s a bit too early for that, don’t you think? You know, this morning, you requested to be trusted… rings a bell? That was a big ask! Well, lucky you … this is your chance… to give me a proof of trust. Shall we?” And without waiting for her to reply, he made a step towards the entrance of the shop, with his right hand trailing back towards her. Once again, her brain shifted to an altered state, an accelerated one as the world went to slow motion around her, just like in some movie scene leading to climax. She was standing there, all sweaty and cold, the blurred silhouette of this big unknown of a man going away from her, strangely causing her grief and frustration. But his right hand was lingering, offered as an invite to follow him, reachable, radiating a warm glow. A finely manicured hand yet made of incredibly attractive thick and strong fingers, with a palm travelled by mysterious lines and furrows she was suddenly craving to feel and explore with the end of her own fingers … with the tip of her tongue?! Her eardrums were pounding hard, with this heathen beat again, something richer than just a heartbeat, as if made of superimposed echoes of several of her organs pulsating on a different rhythm. Vision of a drum kit … and of a pond covered in ripples caused by the first drops of a heavy summer rain. She wanted to scream, and she thought she tried to … but nothing came out of her throat, gone terribly dry. In slow motion, she was just a witness, of her own hand reaching out and her fingers clasping the man’s hand. “Is there a way back from that?” was the only question left drifting on her liberated mind. “- Fair enough!” she declared jauntily, “I’ll do my best!” “- Good, let me see … I’ve got a list of my absolute and immediate necessities…” he casually indicated, while extracting a piece of paper from his back pocket and handing it over to her. She avidly grabbed it and unfolded it, with the pleasant feeling that she was getting hold of herself. A list, that’s what she needed to anchor back into a more solid reality, it was bringing her onto familiar turf and resupplying her with initiative. “- Men in a supermarket are like mice in a labyrinth, and we don’t want this experiment to go on for hours! - Don’t we? Something tells me the scientist in you would not mind though…” he suggested, picking a basket and following her into the first aisle. Kirsten was running through the list, as she walked to the assumed location for the first item: Vaseline was to be found in skin care and personal hygiene. Did Louis have skin problems? Not that she could tell, his Mediterranean complexion was gorgeous, and his lips smooth and full … ahem… What were the other entries in this list: Black shoelaces … cleaning wipes … Okay, so maybe something to do with the care of leather shoes? That would make sense … what else: Scissors … why not a nail clipper? Nutella … for breakfast? Cherries or Strawberries … okay, they’d go to the fruits & veggies section last. Concentrated milk … undoubtedly, Mister Louis had rather unorthodox breakfast habits! As she kneeled down to pick the small pot of Vaseline, Kirsten could not help sniggering and asking: “Really, you have the most unusual notions about bare necessities, Louis! Seriously … between Vaseline and concentrated milk … traveling alone does no good to a man, what would Mrs Louis think about that?” In your teeth, man! And as she flipped her head around to read the reactions on his face, she was taken aback, realising that he was also kneeling just behind her, his nose and mouth just centimetres away from her cheek. The surprise almost knocked her back on her bum, but a firm hand landed on her left hip and helped her find her balance. Feeding on the raw emotion painted all over her face, he slowly replied, in a spiced breath: “If Mrs Louis were here, she would have no trouble at all connecting the dots, my dear! But you are excused … for now!” And unexpectedly, Kirsten started to snigger again … and laugh … and giggle … uncontrollably so! The words had hit a spot in her brain … unlocked some floodgate, and the emotion was now pouring out, in a generous flow. The whole experience, this weird situation, the improbable posture … that was so surreal! She kept chuckling and chortling at the thought, while Louis was rubbing his hand from her hip towards her loins. Was he going to lift her up or what? God forbid! She was hiccoughing and feeling overwhelmed by her own giggles, this was starting to sound really insane, but anywise she could not care less, it all had to go out, to be released, some form of accumulated energy had reached its breakpoint. She vaguely remembered having experienced that before, a long time ago, archaic reminiscence of a fantastic orgasm accidentally provided by an early lover. Louis finally gave her a hand to stand up, and she looked down to the basket, holding the pot of Vaseline. She felt relieved and light-hearted now, and she said the only thing there was to say at this very moment: “Come on, this basket is not going to fill up by itself!”. With a glint of surprise and admiration in his eyes, he followed her to the next aisle. *** ## Scene 04 “- No darling, I won’t be too long … No, it’s all good, nothing I can’t handle. These shareholders are easy to please, especially with our 2017 results… I need to be there for this dinner… I know it was not planned!... Yes, I’ll drive the car back home … Promised, I won’t drink too much! Love you! Bye... bye.” Kirsten cut the line and stared at the phone screen for a few seconds, uncertain why she just threw a blatant lie at the face of her husband. Something she never did before, or only mildly so. They were now walking up Oxford St, Louis carrying the Woolies bag, filled with his precious supplies. A few minutes ago, they had gone out of the shopping centre laughing like teenagers, proud and happy of the silly jokes they both committed along the way to the checkout. Kirsten wanted to believe that her evil plan was unfolding perfectly, the man obviously being flipped over, ready to eat grain from the palm of her hand. Victory! Wasn’t it? That’s when Louis had asked her to come with him to another shopping place. More than a question, it was a statement, and something in her had wanted to start a riot: Wasn’t that enough? She had just spent over an hour of her precious time to help him buy his bloody stuff! What a fucking weirdo, time to bail out, she had better things to do … hadn’t she? A dark sky was building up over the City, and the air was filling with this familiar electricity only summer storms can whip up that quickly. The sun was still bright close to the horizon line, and casting incredible golden rays over the metropolis, one of them incidentally hitting the handsome interrogative facial features of Louis, as he was patiently expecting her answer. A pure moment in time, she took a mental snapshot, and with a sudden intimate perception of doom, she knew for sure she’d follow him to the next star system, would she have to. “- And what is it you now want, Mister Demanding?” she said weakly, in a vain attempt to buy time. “- Something that absolutely requires a woman’s opinion … and your opinion on this matter seems quite essential. - But I can’t … I mean I have to … it’s late already and … - Look … you can say that, and go back to your well-trodden track, no drama, I understand. Or … you can make it happen. It’s your choice. It’s yours, you understand? I am here, in need of a trusted friend. Are you going to do something about it? Or will you just let me go, alone in Sydney’s cloak and sword alleys, and possibly let me fall between the wrong hands? - (sigh)… I am afraid … it’s beyond my … - It is not, and you know it. Why don’t you make this call? Hurry up, before the rain starts …” The two flames in the pitch-black eyes had turned blue, strangely enough, the searing blue heat of a gas only found in the remotest super novae. It was beyond any hunger she had ever experienced, and as for her, she felt incredibly thirsty, thinking of herself incapable of speech anymore as, almost unwittingly, she extracted the phone from her handbag. The first series of thunders rolled on menacingly in the distance, drawing Kirsten out of her day time dreaming. She finally raised her eyes to ask: “- So … Where are we going? “- We are there.” he simply replied, pointing his chin to the blinking blue neon sign: The Toolshed. With his free hand, he invited her to climb the blue lit stairs first, and with only a slight hesitation she made a move. She was wearing a summer skirt ending just above the knees, and as she started her ascension of the steep staircase, she became utterly aware of her long, strong and milky naked legs being so much exposed to his eyes. She bit her lips and closed her eyes, half expecting the feel of his hand brushing them from ankles to … Gosh! A shockwave of excitement jolted across her groin, she felt her most intimate velvet curls turning into a pool of moisture, and she struggled to keep her cotton-like thighs pushing up the stairs. “Fucking hell! What am I doing here!” she yelled in the utter void of her mind. It was a sex shop, obviously, and a large one, with meters of shelving presenting to the browsing visitor pretty much everything the twisted minds of generations of perverts could have possibly imagined in terms of sex toys, fetish props, costumes and substances. In all flavours, colours, sizes, patterns, and prices. Kirsten was eyes wide open at the gargantuan collection of items, and was sitting on the fence between horrified disgust and lusty curiosity. Behind the counter, a bald skinny face turned to them and started cackling welcome words, obviously happy and relieved to see living beings showing up at this early time of his night shift. He grinned at the visitors and looked unnaturally shiny as he moved under a spotlight. Kirsten realised this was caused by the countless piercings he wore all over his face, their number only challenged by the quantity of beauty marks the man was otherwise displaying. A total freak, not completely out of place though. “- Can I help you with anything?” the man croaked. “- That’s OK mate, we’ll be browsing for a bit” replied Louis, sending the disappointed soul in a limping retreat to his computer screen. Without a look nor a word to her, Louis started to absorb himself into the items displayed in a corner shelf, leaving Kirsten standing in the middle of the room, uneasy. A bit frustrated and angry by this sudden lack of attention to her person, she decided to find refuge in the first aisle in front of her. Quickly enough, she realised her mistake: Given the variety of oversized silicon and latex penises on display, and the colourful covers of the DVDs in racks offering exclusively male casts, mostly in leather and steel, she was clearly in the gay section. Her breathing was getting shorter, her neck was stiff, and as she mechanically pressed her handbag against her chest in a wretched manner, she realised that her breasts had become hard again and utterly sensitive to the friction of fabric. Backing out in the open, she glanced again at Louis, who was still leaning against the same shelf, carefully studying minute differences between two articles. “What the fuck is he doing? One more minute and I’m out of here …” she promised to herself, while walking around to find another spot where she could hide. From the back of the shop, behind a curtain, she could hear some growling and howling coming up, at regular intervals. That teased her curiosity just enough to walk closer, and confirm her impression that there was some animal whinging in the back office, probably a dog? The howling was rather blood chilling, and with growing alarm she went to the shop manager to ask: “Excuse me … what’s going on over there?”, pointing her finger towards the curtains. The man lifted his eyes over his narrow glasses, and with a shrug casually replied “Cruising!”. Cruising … what the heck? That didn’t make any sense. “What do you mean ‘cruising’ ??” she insisted. The man looked more bored than annoyed, and added “It’s our cruising area … but sorry darling, it’s for men only. Maybe your friend wants to have a look?” he whispered with a dirty look, his tobacco ridden tongue darting out. Kirsten refrained from wincing, and tried to pull her ideas together. The growling continued, getting more intense if anything, and she pointed it out to the creep: “Did you hear that? What’s this howling in your back room? Cruising or not, it sounds to me like an animal is being abused!”. The man raised an eyebrow, looking genuinely astonished, pondered the matter for a bit, and with a sudden expression of understanding explained: “Oh … that! It must come from one of our video cabin, someone must have not locked the door properly. I can guarantee there’s no animal here. You can have a look if you want.” And he dug his head back into his screen, with no apparent intention to resolve the matter any further. Kirsten tossed her options for a while, at the other end of room Louis was now kneeling to watch closer items on display on the lower shelf. “It’s a bloody joke! What an asshole …” she bitched heatedly, while walking slowly towards the curtain. She pulled it aside, and failing to peer into the darkness, she passed through it, to discover a small corridor lit by a unique red spot. On the right, a small yellow neon sign simply stated “Cruising” above another staircase, muffled techno music coming down. On the left-hand side, a couple of doors, one of them half opened, and letting out the worrying animal grunts. A small monitor on the side was displaying a movie poster, obviously what was airing inside the cabin: The wolf of slut street. This could indeed explain that! Giving up on resisting temptation, she stepped inside the tiny room. She had come that far already, it would have been absurd not clear up the matter completely! On screen, what looked like a werewolf with serious genitals, was sniffing over the lying bodies of 2 lovely blondes, asleep in each other’s arms, barely covered in a light white linen that let to see most of their extremely advantageous tits and mouth-watering asses. That seemed to do it for the wolf man, who started to pant and moan as his monstrous cock grew bigger by the second. In Kirsten’s opinion, this was absolutely grotesque, tacky, pathetic … yet she could not get her eyes off the scene, eager to find out what was going to happen next! The beast’s head was now hovering over the ass of one of the blondes … Kirsten felt the door open behind her, and briefly wondered if it was another monster coming for her, but the faint spicy fragrance told her it was Louis slipping in. Finally, was he done with is damn shopping?! His warm chest pressed against her back, and she let a series of resulting shivers travel up and down freely along her spine. Her hands probed back along the trousers of her companion, and started to find their way up, while he pressed his lips on her neckline, and started to gently bite her. On the screen, droplets of the sticky mouth fluids of the werewolf dripped on the buttocks of the girl, who eventually woke up in a bone chilling scream. The monster backed off and growled threateningly, and Kirsten involuntarily squeezed her hands on Louis’s groin, who in turn released a loud whinging grunt, to her sinful excitement. Gasping and panting, he recovered while Kirsten was watching the raping scene unfolding before her incredulous eyes. Louis muttered in her ears: “We are done here, let’s go!” They rushed outside, to discover that the storm was now about to burst out over the City, the darkened street already deserted and hit by the first fat drops of rain. “- I could really use a ride?” he queried. She smiled and replied simply: “This way!” *** ## Scene 05 A deluge of rain was beating the faces of Sydney’s skyscrapers, and what was coming on the horizon looked even more worlds-end-esque. The lights had gone off in this ground level car park, under the building where Louis had his rental accommodation, and the electricity outage probably now spanned across several blocks. Curtains of water falling along the outside building walls where darkening even further the basement, giving it the grim look of some primitive grotto shelter. Kirsten had parked the GoGet car between two concrete pillars, and from the inside of the vehicle, they were now silently staring at the cataracts through the windshield, on which condensation was slowly building up. A comfortably quiet and numb moment, after the rush through the flooded streets of the city, and the loud assaults of the monsoon rain against the metal and plastic body of the car. Louis had been silent for a few minutes, and so was Kirsten, respectful of that, but also strangely absorbed in the meditative contemplation of the moment, any notion of time and location momentary lost. Something was yet to happen, without exactly knowing what, she was already accepting it, in a cheerful manner, and also curious to see the dots finally connecting under her marvelled eyes. The applied scientist in her was craving for that, somehow it was her experiment about to unravel, she had invested herself heavily in it, she even exposed herself, and consciously or not she had signed off on all the risks attached. She had given a lot to this man, and now her time had come to harvest and take back! Yes! Yes? But take what exactly? Her thoughts got stuck on this low orbit, revolving faster and faster to the point of nausea. She decided to reach escape velocity … empty her mind, reset, and observe again, at a sensorial and limbic level. Something else was going on. The smell of wet leather and clothing … the excessive moist in the air … the chest of Louis moving up and down regularly … the rumbling of the thunder … the receding daylight … this was raw, and primal, and timeless … she could have been sitting here in any age, in any cave of any continent, during any storm … but not with any man! Louis stirred and opened the glove box, summoning its dim light as one of his prehistoric ancestors would have sparked a campfire. Dozens of questions would have normally spawned in her head, starting with “Is he going to invite me for a drink upstairs?” but she abruptly silenced them down, to observe quietly. Obviously, this was meant to happen here, the man had made a decision, and he was staging the scene. The car papers were pulled out and thrown under the passenger seat, and Louis started to pick items one by one from the bag of supplies: The scissors came out first, and were placed on the tablet, then the Vaseline pot. Still silent, he glanced at her with a warm reassuring smile while he was unpacking the shoe laces, and gauging if their length would be sufficient for whatever purpose he had in mind. She didn’t flinch, and clearly made a point about it, withstanding his inquisitive gaze. Apparently satisfied, he kept pulling stuff from the bag: He popped the Nutella pot open, removed the protective film, and left it open on the console. The tube of concentrated milk followed the same path, and the cleaning wipes landed next to the scissors. This was starting to feel very surgical thought Kirsten, and she couldn’t completely suppress the slight uneasiness that resulted. Louis unpacked the strawberries and delicately put them on the tablet between the two seats. Finally, he placed a little brown paper parcel on the glove box drawer, and plugged his phone into the multimedia system: A soft deep house beat started to ooze through the speakers of the car, alike to some primitive chants and drums, rather repetitive and mildly hypnotic. It seemed everything was in place for some pagan rite to begin. “- You’ve been quite helpful so far Kirsten … and very brave too, I give you that! - But … ? - Ha ha … there’s no ‘but’. We just happen to be ready to take another step, if you agree, and maybe achieve in a day, what most people are pursuing for months, or even years.” Her heartbeat accelerated, as her brain went in overdrive. What is it that he wanted? Was he going to kiss her in this car? That was clearly in the highly probable range. Was he going to fuck her, and would she run away? Nothing was more unclear. “- I … agree?!” she heard herself utter, in a shaky voice. The music kept going, and the beat was building up, in a heady manner. He looked at her with the same reassuring smile under the steel eyes, and continued with a quiet and sovereign voice: “- Okay then … fold back your seat. Yes … like that … good. Lie back. As you know, there’s something essential to any friendship, something that grows and persists as the foundations of a lifelong trusted relationship. Do you understand what I am saying?” And as he spoke, he was meticulously knotting the two shoestrings to form a sort of figure of eight. Then delicately taking her hands, he passed one in each loop and fastened the knots, effectively restraining her ability to separate them. She observed the process with widening eyes, not entirely sure about what was the most appropriate way to either rebel … or tag along! His gestures kept slow and precise, there was no hesitation, and he continued: “- It is about bonding, and weaving joint memories both of us will never forget … it’s about creating ties, and not just literally so!” he added with a soft chuckle, as he finished fastening the string handcuffs around her wrists. She decided to stay completely still, exception made of her chest rapidly moving up and down, as she was drawing more oxygen for her boiling blood. Surprised and slightly ashamed, she saw the cone of her nipples growing pointy through her blouse and bra. Shit! This had always been her curse since high school, but in this moment, she couldn’t really get upset about it. Louis kept talking with a soothing voice, whilst he rolled up her skirt along her thighs, his only possible goal being to expose her panties to his naked eye. Apparently satisfied to have turned the skirt into a belt, revealing Kirsten’s white lace G string, he reached out to the scissors, and tried out their sharpness by quickly actioning them a few times: Snip snip! The sound produced overlayed nicely with the potent beat in the background, like ride cymbals, and it whipped Kirsten’s nerves to their core, causing her to let out a high-pitched gasp. “- There’s this story of a Little Prince, traveling from planet to planet to find friends … ever heard of it?”, and seeing Kirsten’s interrogative eyes, he continued: “It’s French, a very poetic story that teaches a lot about relationships …” He placed his cool left hand on her warm belly, and she thrilled, when his thumb and index found their way to the waist string, pulled it up, and sectioned it with the scissors. He repeated the same procedure on the other side. “And there’s this chapter where the Prince lands on a planet, and meets a pretty Fox …” Kirsten closed her eyes, the voice of Louis only reaching her muffled now, as blood came pounding again inside her skull, was she becoming deaf? Not quite, since the music was still very present, her pulse full synched with the 100 beat. She felt herself lifting her hips to ease the extraction of her undies. “Gosh! Am I really such a slut?” She was now so exposed to him … was she wet already? It definitely felt like it! As she reopened her eyes, she saw him starting to undo one by one the buttons of her blouse, and within seconds her bra was simply lifted up to reveal the two pale globes, crowned by pink nipples having long reached their fully excited state. “- The Prince wants to meet men, to make friends out of them, but the Fox informs him about his mistake, men can’t be trusted and relied on, most of them having lost their way and the real meaning of friendship.”. Could he just shut up!? What did he think … that she could seriously follow his bloody story in such an altered state? Louis took in each hand the Nutella pot and the tube of concentrated milk, and presented them over her face: “Now … choose your medicine, and show me where it hurts!” Kirsten’s mind was racing, he was patching her up by the campfire, she could relate to that. And some control was offered back to her, was she going to miss out? Eying at both sugar rich products, she decided to grab the milk, and while he was placing back the Nutella on the console, she squeezed it with her joint hands to let the sleek liquid spread over her left nipple. “What was he gonna do about it!!!??” she thought hysterically. She was quite breathless, and her own tongue involuntarily darted onto her superior lip, as he approached his to start licking the sugary substance, and wipe her clean. “Oh my …!” A train of spasms came up from her groin, and she moaned as the agile piece of flesh gently swirled around her tit. She squeezed again the tube to pour a generous dose on the right one, in search for balance. She couldn’t stop her brain from processing quantitative information in the background: What was the volume contained in this tube? How much squeeze did she get to use? What if she ran out before reaching the C-spot? Will she get to tap into the Nutella? Or was ‘choosing’ like ‘excluding’ in this shamanic world? Teeth pinched her flesh, and she whooped, but then groaned pleasurably to encourage her carer. She brought the tube to her lips and coated them with the sweet white cream, then waited for the liberating kiss … which eventually came, the soft brushing strokes of a tongue first … then firm and warm lips meeting hers for a long and passionate exploration. He pulled back to whisper in a smile “I knew it would hurt here!”. Panting and riveting her eyes into his, she squeezed the tube again, remotely, to feel the milk syrup drip onto her vulva. Now they were talking, and she was showing him the real deal, and the bitch she could be. But to her disappointment, he did not seem very keen to go down on her. Instead, he grabbed the box of strawberries, and resumed talking: “So the Fox tells the Little prince, that it can be his friend … it just needs to be tamed!” Tamed … what did that mean? For fuck sake, could he just stop talking … “And as the Little Prince wonders, the Fox explains that this is a process that makes people unique in all the world for each other”. He took a red and shiny strawberry by the tail, and approached it from Kirsten’s pussy, starting to spread the milk with it, and gently rubbing her clitoris. “That’s it!... That’s it!” she heard herself uttering several times. Slowly going down, he used the tip of the fruit to spread open the labia, exciting them with the grainy surface of the berry, that he expertly rotated between his fingers. Reaching out further down, he delicately inserted the fruit and the tip of his fingers into her vagina, warm and dripping wet, the milk mixing oddly with her body fluids. Kirsten threw her head backwards and moaned loudly. And as she brought her head forward, it was to face the fruit presented to her mouth: She bit into it with undisguised greed, leaving only the green tail hanging between Louis’s fingers. He gave her an appreciative smile, nodded, and repeated the operation several times, alternatively feeding her and himself. Around them, the music had grown louder, in a trance rhythm that completely dispelled their perception of time and space. She was feeling saturated with sugar, and was mildly aware of the blood red juice and white milk dripping around her lips … all of them! She was in a strange state, altogether pumped by the sugar rush, and exhausted from the hormonal shockwaves her body was experiencing. Louis took the berries away, and opened the pot of Vaseline. “What is he up to now?” thought Kirsten, still panting and occasionally shivering from the gentle waves of excitement coming from her vagina. “The Little Prince still struggles with the idea of taming, and what makes his rose, the flower he has back home, unique in all the world…”. Here goes again, sighed Kirsten as her partner rambled on. Although the words were starting to find their way to her cortex, she was now trying to remember the beginning of the story. Louis chipped a bit of the oily substance from the pot, rubbing his fingers with it before delicately applying it onto her butthole. What!? Troubled, she waggled a bit to express her surprise, but he put his left hand on her stomach in a reassuring gesture, while proceeding with the generous application of Vaseline on her anus. She was getting jittery, and thought about something to say … anything! Was he seriously going to sodomise her in this car? Nervously, she looked at his groin to detect any precursor signs of penile invasion, but he was still wearing his trousers, and in the dim light, it was hard to say whether or not he even had an erection. She tried to adjust herself again to express her reserve, but the only feedback she got was him firmly pulling her down, and lifting her two legs up, for prime access to his target. A first inquisitive finger popped inside her and she gasped, her eyes rotating madly in their orbits. The contact was surprisingly soft and agreeable, proof that the Vaseline was a good call. The finger went out and Louis spoke again, while grabbing the small brown parcel to unwrap it: “So the Fox shares a couple of secrets with the Little Prince, before he leaves its planet, things that men seem to have long forgotten …”. The item he extracted from the parcel was unusual, silver like, with an ogive shaped end, a silver bullet of sorts. Grabbing a cleaning wipe, he was now polishing it, rotating it between his fingers, and she could see that the other end was flat, and ornamented with a red faceted gem stone. Probably just glass or plastic she thought, but the bulb-shaped body was clearly made of steel. Fuck!... Was that the item he purchased in the adult store? Was it…. a plug!?!? The man was clearly excited, yet fully focused on his task. He rubbed a bit of Vaseline on the metallic end of the object, and then grasped it like a syringe, to approach it from her a-hole. “It’s gonna happen … it’s gonna happen!” she silently yelled, gulping to suppress her panic attack and closing her eyes to deny the entire ceremony. “And the Fox tells him this: It is the time you waste on your rose, that makes her so important … It is the time you waste on your rose, that makes her so important …” he repeated, while pushing forward. Kirsten felt the cold contact of the metal only for a fraction of a second, the material warming up quickly as it merged with her overheated flesh. She held her breath in the opening phase, and exhaled loudly as the plug was suddenly swallowed, only stopped in its progression by its flat base hitting her anal ring. Her mind went blank … she was speechless … just letting the feeling settle … and curious to find out what … bliss … sensational! She was feeling … whole, somehow! She indulged in the endless drift this was giving her. In the distance, Louis urged her again: “- Repeat what I just said Kirsten! - Awww… Uh … It is … the time … you spend on your … aww … rose … that makes her … so important … - That’s it. Good girl. Make sure to remember that.” Her head was spinning, and as she briefly opened her eyes, she could see that the car windows were now fully covered in condensation. The music was so loud, and the beat so present … were they going to alert the neighbours? She could feel the bass and drums throughout her whole body, was it coming from the car seat? Louis face appeared over hers, and with a lusty smile he asked her “Do you like that?” Peeking below, she realised it was him, tapping the jewel end of the plug with his knuckles, in rhythm with the track. That’s what reverberated between all ends of her wanting body. She nodded and smiled, and for a moment she was envious of his point of view. Surely, this red jewel sitting on top of her butthole must be something to be remembered of! “Greedy me!” she thought, and lying back again, she surrendered to the waves of pleasure, as the beat kept going on! *** ## Epilogue Louis had left the car with a simple statement, delivered in a wink: “Now I know I can trust you. I’ll see you tomorrow, we’ve got work to do. Thanks for the ride!” Stunned, she had watched him disappear in a grey blur through the windshield now dripping with condensation. Just like that!? He had left her half naked, panting, covered in various substances, stuff scattered everywhere, music banging in her ears, in a rental car and in the middle of a fucking storm?! And on top of that only half fucked with a plug stuck in her ass?? She should be furious, she wanted to be mad at him … but strangely enough, the only emotion she was able to summon right now was a rare form of serenity, coated with astonishment, at the reminiscences of the ritual that was just performed. It took her some time to groom up the car, compose herself and wipe the windows clean, but she was grateful for that, the dust had settled in the process, bringing clarity to her mind. She turned the radio on and pumped the volume up. She was still wearing the plug, and had actually no desire to remove it until later that night. Feeling naughty, she anticipated the pleasure of driving with it, and the alien sensation of the road bumps relayed directly to the intimate depths of her body through the seat! As she turned the engine on, she felt light hearted and had a bright smile pinned to her face. After all, it’s not every day you could make such a good friend? Tomorrow would never come soon enough! The car erupted from the car park and dashed into the stormy night, leaving a loud techno beat in its splashing trail. ================ Monsieur KG

30 June 2019

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I do a live cock pic as we chat on messenger. You ask me to do a video of jme stroking my shaft. I start by thinking of the best sensation I get when fucking Adriana's arse and you pulling my soaked cock from her dripping cunt. Licking and sucking it.mmmmmmmmm I look down at you, your eyes wide and staring back at me in total submission. You let it slide all the way down your throat, your eyes begin to water as you start gagging. Regaining control of your gagging you plunge your head violently downward. Down swallowing every inch of my cock that you've grown to yearn for, even ache for the feel of in all your Slutty sexy holes. I feel my rock hard cock, with its engorged knob, veins throbbing against your tongue. The feel of your mouth and your tongue as you bob your head vigorously up and down, knowing how your teasing my knob, getting me so close. You feel a big pulsing throb run right down the length of my cock and you know that sensation. You look at me and see the intense look of pleasure in my eyes, mixed with relief due to almost coming , you spit it out, right back into a Adriana's waiting, gaping, ACHING FOR RELEASE ARSE. Her Juicy Wet Cunt is starting to twitch and open, you see her lips swell and open, shiny and wet they open even more before my cock even touches her. You delve into her folds with the tip of your tongue, inhaling het scent, swirling your tongue around collecting her sweet honey knowing I will reward you if you share it with me. Repeatedly you do this sharing every precious drop with me. You see her puffy, swollen with pleasure, outer lips start opening and closing as if beckoning my cock to defy me, his master, Her Masters wishes, of finishing off deep in Adrianna's arse. Again you clamp my cock between your lips as I start slowly fucking my sweet little anal sub. Your spit, her juices and now my come are to much of a sight before me . In total disbelief you feel that first deep throb, the one that you've learnt that it means i'm so close there's going to be cum. Cum shooting from the end of my cock. I erupt as hard as I've ever have, stream after stream shoot deep into the depths of Adriana's orgasming ass. Pulling my now dripping with cunt, arse and throat juice cock, still spurting cum from her arse. More streams race thru the air opaque slightly white slightly salty but very tasty man juice, it streak across her pussy, across your face and into your waiting mouth. I ram my cock str8 down your throat, into what feels like your stomach. I feel it slide str8 past your tonsils! Your eyes water. Str8 past your esophagus! Your gagging. You struggle trying to get my cock out from deep in your throat. I smile, knowing just what this is doing to your cunt, that sweet, juicy, horny slit dripping with lust aching for release. I see the hunger in your eyes, that glow that fire!....

29 June 2019

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You were sitting on the tall stool watching the dance floor while I swayed in time to the music standing between your legs watching you watching them. Her hands were warm as they slid up my arms and came to rest on my shoulders. She was taller than me and winked at you over my head as you smirked curious where this was going to go. “I think you are overdressed pet, I can barely see that pretty red lingerie that’s just peeking out” she said with a low throaty laugh. I look you in the eyes as I pull the black silk straps down and drop my dress to my waist. “Is that better?” I cheekily respond “Much” she said as she ran a row of hard kisses across my shoulders and up my neck, making me moan out loud. My hands grip your knees and I see the glint in your eyes as you watch amused at my instant reaction to her touch. I barely register your nod towards her as my eyes shut and she slides my dress over my hips letting it puddle at my feet. My sheer red lingerie very much on display for her and anyone else in the room to now see. She didn’t worry about taking my bra off, just slipped sure fingers inside the cups as she began to roll my nipples between them. The kisses along my neck turned to bites as she began to pull and pinch them. My knees buckled and my eyes flew open and back on yours in shock and arousal. I hear her delighted chuckle in my ear, “Responsive little thing isn’t she?” You laugh “Very much so” My eyes widen as one hand slides down my stomach and inside my lace panties. Her touch is confident but gentle and the pressure is just right. My breathing becomes erratic and my eyes begin to shut as I start to ride up the crest she is building. “Kitten, look at me” I moan as I open my eyes and shake my head. “Look at me kitten” I look in your eyes and my hands tighten on your knees, I know the words before you say them. The intensity in her fingers increases, both on my clit and my nipple, my head leaning on her ample chest as the edge of the crest gets closer. “Kitten, cum for me” I look at you and gasp “Now” She slides two fingers inside me just as I start to clench and shake. Your hands grip my hips hard just as my legs disappear and I cry out as I fly over the edge. She laughs in my ear as she removes her fingers, sliding them into my mouth so I can taste my own orgasm. You slide off your stool pinning me between you both as you put a hand her hair and kiss her hard over my shoulder. You look down at me and smile that smile that makes me think of a wolf that’s just spotted its prey. “Why don’t we take this into the bedroom and see just how responsive she is”

23 June 2019

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Dony401 here, I am in my mid 60s I am attached, but sex is something that very rarely happens here , I am keen , but my partner is not, I am restricted owning to past medical issues, I would love to meet a discreet lady or couple for some good clean erotic fun , But at my age it’s very hard to have any luck , over the last year or so I have been wondering what it would be like to have a little fun with another chap, .I have been tossing it around for a while, I have given a chap a suck while having a 3sm quiet some time ago. After a lot of thought ,I decided to have a fling with a another male , so after a lot of messages to various chaps on AMM , I chose a chap who was experienced , I thought I would have a chap that could guide me through my first nervous experience . I didn’t want another first timer , So last night I took the plunge and visited him in the city , he was a clean cut chap and I felt comfortable with him . I took a few stubbies to calm my nerves, When we started to embrace and things got heated a bit , we both stripped our clothes of , well I nearly panicked when he dropped his swizzle stick out . it was about 8” plus a big girth, it was good to play with and I gave it a good work out with my hand and tongue , It was great to give me a chance to give oral to to A 2nd man . I couldn’t get him to cum , time came to try to be penetrated for my 1st time , I was worried about his size , he assured me with plenty of lube it would be ok , I was laying on my back with my virgin arse on the edge of the bed . He got me to Bend my legs right back over my head, he lubed me up and on the condom , he stimulated my tight hole , I had previously asked that he stop if it was to hurtful. Well he started to push it in me , at this point in time I was calm and wanting it , he teased me with it for a minute or so, then came the penetrating time, He struggled to get his knob in and with me squirming and struggling, he got about 3” in . I was in a lot of pain but kept trying, no way was It going to any further, he kept telling me to relax , I blurted out how can I when you are trying to split me up the middle. . After 10 minutes of pain and grunting I admitted defeat, I had to call it of , I was disappointed and he was understanding, I had a couple of stubbies and a good chat , at least i tried ,maybe I should have chosen a smaller guy , I have good memories and I may look for a couple to play with where hubby is a more reasonable size , and we can both pleasure wifey . Thanks for reading my true story

23 June 2019

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I had been chatting to a guy on another site, he wanted me to use and Dominate him (be my slut as he put it). One day we are chatting and it seems different, less slutty more inquisitive and more about the domination and how I would do it. Then a question came up about anal sex, wait this guy gets fucked regularly he would not need to ask that question. Concerned that this maybe one of his kids I demanded WHO is this, the reply surprised me, I'm his wife, OK say good bye now, stay, what do I do? Hang on she was discussing it with me and was desiring to know more, how can I help you? Use me like you use him was the reply, a little taken back (but excited at the same time) you know he gets used, yes he is a cock slut, I have been reading his chatting for ages. Well I have not met your husband and have not fucked him. A little surprised she asked if I would really use him the way I discribed in the chatting? Well yes that is how I would use him, she paused for what seemed like ages then she said that's how I desire to be controlled and taken, well Ok let's discuss this. We chatted for quite a while and decided to meet. A few days later I arrived at her house in the inner suburbs, knock on the door and she answers almost immediately, she is dressed just how I instructed her long flowing red hair loose and down a white see through top tied at the waste, her slim tight body poured into a pair of wrangler jeans and stilettos. She was not a stunning woman nice looking, small in stature even in the stilettos, she oozed sex appeal and those green eyes, they just drew you in. I leaned in and greeted her with a kiss, she immediately met me with passion and desire pushing her tongue down my throat and pushing each her body hard to me. Control yourself I thought, breaking away I demanded are you really wanting it as we discussed, she looked down to my feet and said yes Sir, almost like an innocent school girl. Then go to the lounge room now, as she walked to the lounge room I knew she was a very sensual woman, the way she walked and the way she held herself, excuse the expression but sex on legs, she was hot. Once in the lounge room I told her to put on some music and show me the real her. She put on Devinles, and began her dance slowly and very sexy I must say, with Chrissie singing I touch myself, and that she did. Running. Her hands over her small but firm breasts her pink nipples hard against the see through white top, which she quickly removes and drops to the floor. Her lightly freckled very white skin, is a stark contrast to her flaming red hair which flows somehow sensual every time she sways her hips, her hard pink nipples beacon as she dances toward me. She puts her stiletto between my legs and signals for me to remove for her, first one then the other I unstrap and she turns her back to me and steps from them. Her hips sway as she as she backs toward me and as Chrissie is moaning in the back ground she peels her wrangles from that sexy arse and exposes her freshly waxed pussy to me. Yours Sir she states and pushes her pussy to my face I lean in and taste her wetness, immediately she moans and her knees go weak (wow she is so horny). Mm she is a natural red head, I take in the beautiful taste and smell then slap her arse hard and again she moans, not like it hurt sexual erotic moan, I stand, pull her red locks and she stands straight, her face looks up at me with passion. She is tiny about 5' her green eyes staring into mine with desire, leaning in I whisper have you done as I requested, yes Sir, lead the way and slap her arse hard again as she walks off moaning with lust. She leads me to the bathroom, it's steamy the bath is full of hot water, scented candles burn just how I requested. Good girl I state as I lean in and kiss her sliding my tongue down her throat and twisting her nipples hard, she almost falls to the floor as groans in pleasure, such sensitive nipples. I pick her up hold her in my arms for a moment then place her in the hot bath. Taking a dry hard flannel I rub it over her neck shoulders, chest with slow firm strokes, then slowly down over her hard delicious pink nipples, sighing with delight she moans as I rub the rough flannel over one nipple and twist the other her body shuddering involuntarily and she reaches for her womanhood. Stopping her, you are not allowed to cum yet, she groans almost as if in pain anda disappointed look comes across that pretty little face. I pour some erotic sensual oils laced with aphrodisiac's in the bath and tell her to soak herself till I am ready for her. Leaving her to soak and calm down in the bathroom, I wonder the house looking for implements to use for her Domination. You see I have a panchent for using everyday items that are in the home as my play implements, I gather some items as I wonder through till I have a collection. Returning to the bath she has now calmed and is relaxed, get out of the bath, she rises from the warm liquid into the cool air and goose bumps appear all over her, as I walk to her those luscious pink nipples go hard, I grab them and twist them hard, she winces but moans aloud. I start to dry that sexy body with the roughest towel I could find in the closet, rubbing it hard over her soft pale white skin, with each harsh stroke it turns a lovely shade of pink. I rub her all over except for her nipples and beautiful pussy, once all dry and pink all over I look deep into her eyes and harshly rub the towel over her hard nipples, the look of lust in her eyes as the roll back with lust is priceless. I work my way gradually down her flat tight stomach till I reach that lovely mound just covered by a strip of flaming red, I run the towel over her bald lips and her knees buckle. Taking her weight I furiously rub her pussy pushing deep and hard against her clit as she grabs me for support, she screams, DO NOT cum, she growls with disappointment as I stop. Put this g string on and these stilettos, she looks at me with total bewilderment and defiance hands on her hips, DO IT NOW, she looks at me and realises she has pushed her luck, quickly almost involuntarily she whispers "yes Sir". Dressed as I desire, I lead her the lounge room, the house is in full darkness. I guide her to the middle of the lounge room, turn on the lights, she sees the the items piled on the floor and has an inquisitive look on her face. I grab her wrists and tie them together with her scarf, I raise them over her head and tie them to the ceiling fan with her husbands tie. Turning the lights on the ceiling fan to focus just on her, admiring her sexy body. I grab the broom handle that I have removed the head from and slide it under the heels of her stilettos, I force her legs wide apart then bind her feet and stilettos to the broom using more of her husbands ties. I then grab her nipples and twist them, growing between my fingers I slide a peg (one of the old style round wooden pegs with just a split in the middle) over one nipple, she groans with pleasure and pain, then the other. I sit back on the lounge (which I have moved close to her) and take in her beauty bound and ready for me, she is so sexy and ready for me as I notice her glistening wetness running down her legs. Leaning to her I ask her what she desires? you she whispers, in a raised tone, what do you really want? Looking at me she again whispers you Sir. I can see she needs some encouragement walking behind her I spank her arse hard with her wooden spatula, once twice three times, she moans and groans but not with pain it's total pleasure. Again I ask and get the same response, she loves that to much. I grab her mobile phone slide it down the front of her g string and sit hard against her wet pussy, she looks down and looks at me with total bewilderment. I sit on the lounge and ask her what does she desire, You Sir she says with defiance in her voice. I grab my phone and call her, the phone set to silent and vibrate, she looks at me with total surprise, she wiggles under the pressure on her clit. I call her several times and she is sighing and moaning with pleasure, what do you desire? " to be used Siir". Used how, she just looks at me, I call her again, moaning she screams "like a slut". I walk to her, twist and flick the pegs on her nipples, what do you need slut? Groaning load "fucked like my husband takes it". I redial her and twist and pull the pegs hard, what do you want? Screaming (I am sure the neighbours heard) "an anal slut", she looks deep into my eyes and whispers, please make me your anal slut Sir. She sighed as the words left her lips, almost as if she had given up control and totally submitted to her need. I moved to her taking in her essence as I kiss her deep hard and she passionately meets my tongue with hers, who are you I demand "your slut Sir". I remove the pegs as I run my tongue over her neck down to her small breasts where I circle her firm nipples, then take one then the other between my lips and suck them, I suck each breast deep into my mouth andI flick my tongue over those luscious nipples. I gently bite a nipple and a sharp moan escapes her lips, then I bite the other nipple hard "fuck" she screams. Knowing she is letting go of the shy lady and becoming my slut, I run my tongue down her stomach. Running my tongue around her belly button lingering there her arse starts to wiggle as her soft moans, grow louder, down I lick till I reach her mound. I take her erotic scent in as I lick her, making sure not to touch her sexy womanhood, licking down her legs I taste her engrossing flavour and I devour her wonderful juices, heaven. Looking up at her pretty face as her wide green eyes drink in the sight, I force her sopping wet G string down then without hesitation I drive my tongue into her "fuck" "oh fuck me" the swearing becomes her only vocabulary between her moans. Pulling away, "do not cum slut" "arsehole" she screams. I slap her clit hard, her knees buckle (lucky the fan is secure) " do not call me anything but Sir, slut. Yes Sir she whispers I go back to my attention on her sexy pussy and devour her, her clit already hard Ii take it between my lips suck it in as I run my teeth gently over this nub as she screams and swears obscenities. Making sure not to take her over the edge I stand, look at this beautiful sub as she still swears and curses, the lady has gone and whore has taken possession of her soul. I strip naked my hard on now obvious to her she sighs "fuck this slut please SIR. I grab a condom from the lounge and slide it over my cock as she watches my hand run over my shaft, groaning loud I realise she is very turned on by this. Reaching for the lube I fill my hand and wrap it around and slowly stroke my hard cock, the swearing starts again through her moans (she loves to watch, put that in the memory banks). Stroking harder and faster while she gazes on my throbbing hardness "please fuck my slut arse Sir". Disappearing behind her she lets a sensual "yes" escape her lips, I let my hand wonder over her sexy little arse massaging her then rubbing some lube between her cheeks. Dropping to my knees I force my tongue into her slut hole, she sighs "yes fuck yes" lubing her with my tongue she forces her arse hard on my tongue, the obscenities start again, as she starts to tremble. I stand behind her pull her hair hard and look down into her eyes with lust, ready slut. She loudly moaned "please Sir fuck me" fuck who? "your dirty fucking slut Sir" (was not expecting that but loved it). I put my hands on the back of her thighs and lift, her body falls back to my chest as her legs bend and she leaves the ground. I lift her above my throbbing hard cock and sit her on my hard lubed head, she groans as my hard cock pushes against her tightness. I am gentle and slow with her as its her first time, all of a sudden she is wiggling her stomach muscles and screaming " fuck my fucking arse FUCK YOU" she is forcing herself down hard on my cock. I grab her hips and force her down the full length of my cock, screaming full on obscenities, she starts to shudder, her swearing turns to inaudible moans and groans as she cums. She goes limp in my arms and I lift her from the fan, lay her on the lounge and remove her binds. I gently massage her body till she regains her composure' looking into my eyes she kisses me and with her lady voice back again, "thank you Sir". I needed that so bad Sir, I know, I have one question for you, "anything Sir" you said this was your first time? Yes it was Sir, I have never had a first timer take me so easy or cum so fast, she blushes, turns a lovely shade of red and explains that she rides her vibrator regularly as she reads her husbands messages. Sir I loved your stories, that is why I contacted you, I though you were fucking him, that's why I need you and you are my first real cock. With that she looks at my cock removes the condom and swallows me full length. Sucking me deep and hard, my cock grows rock hard instantly, lifting her to me we kiss as I lift her over my cock and slide deep in her extremely wet very tight pussy. She wraps her legs around me as she slams down my full length, as I carry her to the bedroom where we make love. Sir l'amante.

22 June 2019

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"I'm on my way home...I've stopped off at my favourite place on the way..." those simple words have me filled with anticipation, never mind I'm in old work clothes, doing housework, wrangling animals and a million other things I must get done today. I feel my body respond to those simple words and my skin tingles, blood rushes around my body, and arousal courses through me. "I'm on my way home"...to me, to us, to our space where play is our language of safety and trust, a place where we are free to indulge our senses, appetites, and lusts for each other in ways that push our boundaries and take us both to a pleasure zone we can lose ourselves in. "I'm on my way home"... and my heart fills with joy and anticipation. Such simple words, yet it's all it takes to arouse this kitten of yours, who cannot get enough of the worship you give her, and the pleasures you lavish on her body as she moves to your beat like a finely tuned instrument. You open me up, and allow all of me to be present. You excite all of me, and I can't wait til you get home to see what your wicked mind has in store for this quivering kitten squirming in anticipation. Meow

21 June 2019

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You picked me up at the airport - I was wearing shorts; it was hot and humid when I left to come home to freeze my tits and ass off Melbourne, but you'd brought me a warm coat and my body was already hot with anticipation. Wrapping me up in a bear hug, I melted into you and the tears poured out; a torrent of emotions and things held onto. We walked to the car, taking our time, getting to know each other a bit after the two weeks we'd been apart. We'd been anticipating this for days, the return home, the need both of us had for each other... Suddenly we were at the car and you pounced, sliding an eager hand down the front of my shorts to feel your way down to the heat of my desires...the wetness of your kitten who'd returned so healed and reconnected with her sexuality and wantoness...your hand slid deeper, probing, as you found yourself immersed in an experience you'd been fantasising about for so many days as we wrote back and forth, titillating and teasing each other. Your kitten was hot and wanting, and those simple strokes kept her fuelled for the long drive home, as she removed her shorts and panties, covered herself with the blanket you'd been told to bring, and began the long drive home...you remember that day as if it was yesterday... ...and this kitten has so much more to offer...and has a deep need to be scratched and stroked...

21 June 2019

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I have a pussycat that only truly loves a cuddle when she is held tight within my arms, where she can't get away, and puts all her paws in the air and makes air biscuits. Much like my pussycat, Miss Mac, I am a woman who has always been in control but who longs to surrender in order to find herself. In my ideal world I'd be the one able to make air biscuits in bliss like my gorgeous kitten who revels being held safe in my arms. I desire to be safe; safe to surrender and give up some of my control to another. Surrender isn't about submission. For me, surrender is about exchanging power - stepping out of control and into surrender of control to another who sees her, and gives her the opportunity to just be in the moment. And it's not about sex, domination, or the kink for me. Today I had an erotic experience that had nothing to do with sex. I was doing my thing with a friend, just splitting wood. He'd come to visit, and helped me get my splitter working. Then he looked around, saw something he could help me with, and proceeded to go ahead and do it for me. It was something so simple, yet so powerful. He just did it. He went to the hardware store and purchased the necessary items while I continued to split wood. I was in heaven being able to finally split wood for my cold as fuck house. We both continued with our work. As the day progressed, I happened to be standing in the yard, watching him work, realising I'd spent an afternoon not having to wonder what someone was doing, or if they needed help, or god forbid, if I'd have to step in and 'supervise'. This wasn't sexual, but oh my god it was arousing. As a strong, self-sufficient woman, I am often thought of as difficult by men who can't do what I do, or find my power threatening. So to be able to spend the afternoon with a man who didn't do anything other than give me his quiet strength, was simply wonderful. It was the moment I recognised as an opportunity to surrender and simply sit in the willingness to hand over control to someone else and be ok with it. I had no desire to check in with what he was doing. I simply stood there and admired the calm strength of a man around me who knew what he was doing. A part of me whispered quietly to myself, as I watched him working in my yard, just because he wanted to help me...'hello Sir, this Kitten sees you'

21 June 2019

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What would you do for me? Recently I read a lovely post about 'what I like' and it stirred something in me. What would you do for me? Would you let me lean into you so I can feel your body against mine? Would you hold me and pull me in close so I can hear your heart beating? Would you run your fingers softly over my skin so I shiver in delight? Would you explore dark desires and fantasies with me and see where we go? Would you cuff me, tie me, fuck me, and then do it all again? Would you hold me in your gaze and make me shiver in anticipation at what you're thinking of doing next? Would you always hold our space in safety allowing this kitten to experience the awe of surrender to you? Would you gently correct this soft, purring kitten...sometimes stroking, sometimes a little harder - she will tease and arouse you, but seeking your strength and control. Would you take me to the edge of my limits and help me explore all of my possibilities? Would you respect my limits? Would you let me arouse and excite you? Would you play with me without expectations of sex all the time? Would you fuck me like there's no tomorrow? Would you show me consistency in actions and words? Would you run your hands along my body, gently, but with a sense of ownership? Would you fuck me hard, slowly, gently, mindfully, and always consensually? Would you let me fuck you, hard, slowly, gently, mindfully and always consensually? Would you let me be me? What would you do for me?

21 June 2019

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This story takes place a few years ago. I got an email from my best friend (let’s call her Sarah for the purpose of this story) who lives overseas that there was a concert coming up in a couple of weeks that she wanted to attend here in Sydney, and asked me to make arrangements for concert tickets and accommodation. I made the arrangements as requested then emailed Sarah back with all the info. The day rolled around and I met Sarah at the airport then when went to Westfields to grab brunch. She wanted something different to me so went somewhere else in the food court while I waited. While Sarah was making her order she got chatting to a handsome black guy in line(she loves black men and has always been attracted to them). Sarah brang the guy back to our table as they were still chatting and swapping details. She let him know that we were planning to shop most of the day then after that go to the concert. After he left, they were messaging back and forth and arranged to meet after the concert. We went to the concert and danced the night away and had a great time. We ate then planned to make our way back to the hotel but Sarah’s make friend said he would pick us up and save us the taxi fare. He came up to our room but we were already tired. We decided to get into our pyjamas so that we would be more comfortable and warm. He was drinking but we didn’t feel like drinking. We were chatting on the couch while Sarah was in the bathroom and he saw my tongue piercing. He started asking questions like what it felt like kissing someone with it and wondered what it would feel like on his cock. I told him I was married and that he was here for Sarah anyway. Cheekily he lunged at me and kissed me but I pushed him away. None of my friends know that I cheat or that I am highly sexual. Sarah came out of the bathroom and so I went in to brush my teeth and wash my face. I told Sarah that I was happy to sit in the lobby for a couple of hours while they had their fun but Sarah didn’t want me to leave the room so I jumped into bed and pulled the covers over and turned my back to them. Sarah said going to bed wasn’t on and to come and sit on the couch with them. I got out of bed then as I got closer realised his fly was undone and that his cock was out. I was like “what the fuck Sarah” “no heads up? You know I can’t be in this situation I’m going to be in so much trouble” They started making out and I tried to pretend I wasn’t there. I was so tired that I turned off the light and got back into bed. I told her to just make him cum so that I could go to sleep. Well she made him cum but he stayed hard and wanted more sex. By this point it was past midnight and we had both been up since 5am the previous day. I told her “look Sarah I need to sleep I said I can make him cum but don’t tell anyone” so we shook on it. So I went to town pashing him while my friend sucked his cock and then we swapped. When he was close to cumming my friend got on top and rode his cock while I pashed him and he fingered me. He finally came so my friend got off his cock but I was close to cumming so pushed his fingers deeper inside and my friend laughed cause she saw me open my legs wider and grind on his hand. I came on his hand and my friend had gone to sleep so I went to go pee. As I was peeing he burst into the bathroom. I was like “geez I’m almost finished you can use it in a second” He started talking to me while I washed my hands. My friend was still asleep I poked my head around the bathroom door to check so I pulled down my panties and he bent me over the sink and fucked me raw till he came all over my back. I told him I was really tired can he please go. Said goodbye and ushered him out. My friend kept our pact so far.

20 June 2019

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Let’s call her Cheryl, although obviously that’s not her real name and there is a few things changed to protect identities. This story happened about ten years back. I was heading out of a major regional town in NSW. It was just where the double lanes each way go back to single lanes to become the highway out of town. You will know the form, some people screaming up on the inside lane to get ahead of just a few other cars, other people who just don’t look find they have run out of room and are locked in by traffic and go straight ahead when the lane finishes. It’s an idiot place to pull over even for a flat tyre but that’s where I saw an older model Ford, same model as my old paddock ute. Its right hand rear wheel was jacked up while the driver struggled to undo the wheel nuts, back to the traffic and all. About as dangerous as you can get. I muttered ‘idiot’ to myself as I swept past then realised it was a woman, and a very frustrated one at that. I dived left and found somewhere safe to park then walked quickly back. Two wheel nuts would not move with the bent up metal thing Ford provide their cars with. I quickly moved the car somewhere much safer and used my own cross brace to loosen the nuts. The spare tyre wasn’t much good, tread scrubbed off and nearly bald but it held air. The woman, Cheryl, was mid 40s, short, stocky but still very fit for a middle aged Mum. She explained months later that after giving birth to two strapping children that she was determined middle aged spread would not get her so easily and she had hit the gym hard. She had found that a heavy weight workout was her thing. She was certainly strong. We chatted briefly, I gave her my business card when she asked. I left moments later. It had to be over six months later that I got a ‘thank you’ email. She had misplaced my card and had only just found it while scrounging coins in the car door pocket. We chatted on Messenger for a bit, she told me she hadn’t driven the car since that day as the alternator red light had come on. I had a spare alternator that would fit so I offered to drop in and swap it that weekend. I got there around mid morning. The car was in the back yard, grass growing out from under it. The alternator was indeed stuffed and every single thing under the bonnet was caked in old oil. It took a while to swap the alternators. While I was doing that Cheryl hung out the washing, she took plenty of time to stretch up and out to reach the line and caught me staring at her a bit, ‘Do you like what you see?” she queried. Hmnn, I did! I jump started the car and took it down to the carwash. I must have spent $30 in gold coins getting the thing somewhere near clean. Then I found that all four tyres were really shot so I did the right thing and had new tyres fitted just across the road. I got the car back, and tuned it and had it running like a clock by about 4 O'clock. Cheryl came outside again and pulled a wry face at all the oil and grease spattered and smeared all over me. She then mentioned that her rental house had an awesome shower, having a huge cubicle, a big bathroom 'Tastic' heater and wonder of wonders! two big soft drop type shower heads. She beamed at the car, got embarrassed when i'd said I'd fitted tyres for her and she then ordered me into the shower to clean up a bit. I ducked in and found the shower to be as awesome as she said. I had my head under the water and was cleaning my hair when two really quite nice hands reached around me, a totally naked Cheryl had joined me. I’m 6’3” she is about 5’2” so she grabbed a bath stool and ordered me to sit while she shampooed my hair. I don’t know how often readers experience this but having your hair shampooed by a naked chick is pretty cool! Her large, wet and surprisingly firm boobs accidentally(?) rubbed all over me while she did my hair. She was well aware of my rock hard reaction to that! We towelled off and headed to the bedroom, she already had a scented candle burning on a table top, the bed was warm and comfortable, and so was Cheryl. I finger fucked her for some time and then went down on her to give her oral. We both took our time and I made sure she enjoyed what I was doing. While I was licking her clit and gently finger fucking her she pushed her pussy up harder into my face, I pushed my tongue as deep into that sweet, slick pussy as I could, this left my wet also slick finger with no pussy room so I attempted to slide it into her ass just as she came, she was quite vocal and I’m glad we had the house to ourselves but her ass tightened and my attempt to finger fuck her butt failed totally. I slid up her body and locked my elbows under her knees as I did so. She ended up balanced on her shoulders while I pounded her pussy. Her face turned red from the upside down blood rush. I have heard that this hugely heightens a girls’ climax, something about the brain being the best sex organ or something! She kept coming, I pumped my load so nice and deep into that lovely slick, warm pussy and we just about collapsed together, utterly spent. Cheryl and I slept for a while, it was dark out when we woke and we walked down in the winters evening to a nearby Subway fast food place. We acted like kids at Subway, making each other giggle. The downside was that it had got quite cold by the time we got back to her place. Luckily there was plenty of hot water for that awesome shower. Cheryl actually showed me how she stood with one foot up on the stool at a time to shave herself, I gave her a hand with the razor, that’s another first for me, shaving a girls pussy, it’s a hugely engrossing task! We were headed back to bed when Cheryl said ‘go ahead, I’ll be a moment’ she said she wanted to give my clothes another run in the drier. She joined me in bed moments later. We kissed for a while and then I went down on that oh so very freshly shaved pussy. After the first moment I found myself tasting Vaseline. I thought she may had got a bit sore from our fucking before. It sort of played out the same way, she really got off on my giving her oral but when she pushed her pussy up to my face and again my slicked up finger found itself at her ass I discovered that it was her ass that was really well lubed up. She froze when I first tentatively inched my finger in but soon got into a lovely tempo, enjoying what seemed to be a new experience for her. I flipped her up on her shoulders again and pushed my cock deep into her pussy, this time she was a bit more ready and wriggled her hips in time to my pumping into her pussy. She sensed when I was about to come and pulled away from me. She cuddled me for a few minutes than said quietly ‘just be gentle’. She rolled onto her hands and knees in the middle of the bed, her knees spread wide. I worked it out pretty fast. I got behind her and touched the tip of my cock to that lubed up ass. When I gently eased forwards she tensed up big time, then relaxed a bit, my cockhead slipped past her muscled ring and she froze again, her whole body quivering a bit. She ever so slowly pushed herself back, her warm and tight ass ever so slowly swallowing my cock, millimetre by millimetre. She made little ooo-oooh sounds and winced at every millimetre I edged forward as she took me in. I didn’t quite get all the way into her ass before I started a very gentle in and out movement. I’d been so close to coming in her pussy a few moments before and the sensation of that ass made me come, quite a big come as it turned out. She totally froze when she felt me start to come and pulled sharply forward even before I’d finished squirting come, my last come splattering around the outside of her ass. She rolled around and cuddled me tightly. After a while she said in a little voice “Uuum, was that…in my Uuum… Uuum, was I good?” I told her that she was very very good indeed, I’m not lying there. She was 46 she said and no-one had ever been in her ass before, let alone come in her ass, it ticked a big one on her bucket list. I came back the next weekend. The shower and all that went with it was awesome, the sex in the bed was exceptional, but no Vaseline on or in her ass this time. I took the hint and didn’t try again that time. During the night she woke and wandered off to the loo and came back shortly afterwards. I caught a whiff of Vaseline again, this made me rock hard again in no time, but she pulled me onto her in the missionary position. It was her pussy that was very well lubed this time, no complaints from me at that moment. We started to settle into a lovely rythym, my pre-come, her juices and the Vaseline all made her hugely slippery. I was enjoying the sensation immensely, pushing sooo deep into that wet and willing pussy then pulling right back just so I could push through her pussy lips again. At one of these moments she stopped and moved her hand across towards her pussy. I slid in again but this time she slid a quite large vibrator in as well. Now I like to think I have a pretty rock hard cock but that vibrator really squeezed my cock as it DP’d her. She cranked the vibration to maximum, I don’t know if it was the vibration or having both my cock and the vibrator squeezed into her pussy that did it but she climaxed massively and heavily and sank down exhausted. She pulled the vibrator out and I resumed pumping her. I soon came inside that warm, wet, willing but slightly stretched pussy. My come dribbled from her pussy down past her ass onto the sheets as she lay there. The following morning she was very coy. She mentioned the DP she had done with the vibrator, she asked if I had enjoyed it too. I said it was quite hard against my cock. She then said something about having got out and about a bit the previous week since I’d fixed her car and that she had met someone, he actually lived in her very street. Apparently he had a quite small cock. Would I consider DPing her with him. She had told him about me and he was keen, apparently he was a little English bloke and in his words he ‘did not mind playing on a sticky wicket’ I said something about not playing well with other blokes, it’s just the way I float. Perhaps a spit roast as a longshot maybe, perhaps if he had her mouth and I could have her ass again but she insisted her bucket list fantasy was two cocks in her one pussy. I had to say ‘sorry I just don’t go with the idea of rubbing my cock along another blokes cock’, and I’m not one to share anyway. I’m glad I had a part in her sexual bucket list. I will admit that I had been thinking along the lines of something long term or perhaps permanent, but that was not what she had in mind and I don’t share well. I gave her a hug and left.

20 June 2019

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I occasionally travel interstate for work, quite a few years ago I was in Sydney and arranged a hookup through a old school attached adult dating agency. One where the girl gets to choose based on your photo and profile, then you get a a few verbal details (30 year old, brazillian, dark shoulder length hair) about her and her phone number to call. Making the call made me very nervous having never done this kind of thing before but talking to Nicole (not her real name) soon calmed my nerves as she seemed a lot of fun and we arranged to meet. The meeting location was on the 2nd floor of a major hotel, when I arrived at the allotted time the only person there was a gorgeous very slim well dressed tanned brunette sitting alone talking on her phone. She smiled knowingly at me and I returned the smile. Once Nicole finished her call we chatted for about five minutes before she invited me upstairs. The chemistry was immediately definitely there for both of us. Once upstairs and alone in the room we immediately embraced and kissed passionately just inside the doorway and in no time we were both stripped naked and on the bed, Nicole looked even better nude, with a butt to die for and by now my cock was so stiff and as hard as a rock. Making my way slowly down her neck to her perfect B cup breasts, gently savouring each and every kiss, her soft skin and working over her nipples very thoroughly to her delight. Moving further downstairs to her shaved and now very wet vagina. Starting on her inner thighs and moving on to my target I worked my way slowly but surely to her clit and once there quickly bringing her to a body shaking orgasm. Kissing passionately again Nicole then worked her way down my body with wonderful expertise finding my hard cock and swallowing it deeply in her mouth. Her tounge work was fantastic both on my cock and taking my balls in mouth. I could not last long and soon felt the pressure building inside of me, I had to make her stop before I missed the chance to plunge my cock into her very ready dripping pussy. Moving now squating on the bed on my knees I'd envisaged starting with some classic missionary so I could look into her beautiful eyes while we fucked but Nicole unexpectantly took this as an invitation to squat over my legs. This turned out to be an excellent decision, soon she was grinding into me looking me in the eyes, my hands on her firm butt, ever increasing her moaning till Nicole exploded after a minute or two into an incredible noisy orgasm the likes I have never seen before or since. So noisy and so prolonged was her orgasm, convulsing and deafening screaming I was sure the hotel staff or worse the police would be at the door any moment to ensure a grissly murder was not happening in room 806. After what seemed like 10 or so minutes off the most extreme sex I'd ever experienced Nicole collapsed off of me. However the night wasn't quiet over yet, as soon as she regained her breath and composure she was bending over for a quick round of doggy against the window with open curtains to finish off and I was just all too keen to oblige having not cum yet myself plus I so wanted to savour the up close site of that perfect butt I'd been tightly groping for the last ten minutes. Thrusting into her firm hard but well curved cyclists butt I soon had her cumming again but this time just a gentle quiet normal one before I exploded into her (& the condom). I got a text from her later that night once she had driven back home to her husband thanking me for her first orgasm in years. The following day I was sore from the pounding I'd given those buns of steel, but I savoured the memory of that night. We met again on quiet a few occasions over the years but never did we have such an extreme experience again although it was always lots of fun for both of us. And the finishing off with doggy over a window, well that seemed to become a trade mark favourite of Nicoles with the Sydney Harbour Bridge at peak hour, Darling Harbour, Circular Quay and even where the Pope was addressing the faithful all getting a great opportunity for an eyeful over the years.

19 June 2019

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Jack decided to go for walk in the mountains one day Jack stopped near the top of a steep hill saw nobody around so he decided to have a solo outdoor play But sometimes Jack can be a clumsy dill And when he went to step out of his shorts, he tripped over and began tumbling uncontrollably down the hill Jack thought he was a goner until suddenly he had stopped and was safe, but he found his selfish little friend inside a then stranger called Jill Now Jill was obviously a little surprised as she was facing the other way Slipping off her G String as Jill had also decided to have a solo outdoor play But Jacks timing luckily was impeccable and obviously they were a very nice fit As Jack now had one hand around her holding a ring that was on her tit And his other hand was also around her tickling her wet clit Jill yelled to Jack you’re a stud, so cool and you take things in your stride But what Jack didn’t tell her he was just trying to hold on, as it was Jill giving him a great wild ride So just remember as Fonzie used to say Maybe not everyone should’ve gone to Specsavers Heeey As having old eyes and not seeing Jill, ended with Jack NOT having a Solo Plaaay!!

15 June 2019

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